Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 17:11:33 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 50

The usual disclaimer applies.  This is intended for adults over the age of
18, and may not be reproduced without the author's written permission.
This story contains sex between consenting teens and family members and
takes place on a farm so use your imagination.  Yes, you read that right,
and this chapter gives some graphic details on that.  So if that offends
you, do not read any further!  Enjoy!

***** - I woke at some point, held firmly in Bear's strong arms.  My dad,
still naked, sitting on the side of the bed, his gentle hand stroking my
head.  "I love you, son, I always will."


Chapter 50

The storm that hit us was far worse than snow, sleet and freezing rain.  By
midafternoon, a layer of ice had formed on everything.  Bear had called to
say Pa wouldn't go out till it was over so he was stuck there.  Bear had
gone early with Pa to get some things we needed to make some repairs to one
of the out building's roof.

Dad and I had gone out and fetched the horses, icicles forming in their
mains and tails.  We let them warm up, with their covers on, while I
checked that the cows were under their shelter.

I instructed dad on how to remove the covers, letting him know to talk the
horse and when he moved to keep his hand on them so they knew where he was.
I left him with Lancelot, and I went to deal with Thor.

I had both Mila and Thor uncovered and was back with dad and Lance before
he'd finished getting Lance's cover off.  Lancelot nudged me as I walked up
to him, causing me to drop the brushes I was holding.  As I bent over to
pick them up, Lace shoved his nose into my ass and gave me a long, loud
sniff.  I knew he could smell the cum in me and maybe even the scent of my
dad.

"Oh, my..." I heard my dad gasp and looked to see Lancelot dropping his
cock.  I stood to face my stallion, stroking his head.  "You take all
of... THAT?"  Dad looked at me with an amazed looked on his face.

"I'm gonna show my dad your cock boy, that OK?"  Lance nodded with a
knicker.  I moved by where dad stood, still staring.  "Yeah, but wait till
he pops a boner," I chuckled pulling the big flaccid horse cock out for him
to see.  "Here, hold it."  I moaned feeling Lance swelling.  "Come on,
don't be chicken, feel it.  MMM fuck he's getting hard." I watched as my
dad tentatively held Lancelot's hardening cock.

He watched with wide eyes as Lance's cock lengthened and swelled in his
hand.  I motioned for him to spit in his hands and to stroke the cock.

"I always thought they would be dirty and nasty, but he's really clean."
Dad stroked Lance's cock, the head getting wet as he pre'd.

"Here, check this out."  I moved back to Lancelot's head and took off my
jacket.  I stood where dad could clearly see, and gave Lance a kiss, right
on his mouth.  He reacted by slobbering my face with kisses.

"He liked that.  Holy fuck he's throbbing now."

"I know, just keep watching and pulling his cock."  I rubbed Lance's jowls,
and he bit my shirt and nearly tore it off me.  I dropped my hands to show
my dad that this was all Lancelot's doing and I was not making him do
anything.  "Oh, does my big stud want my shirt off?"  Lance nodded
vigorously, rubbing his nose on my chest.

Once my shirt was off and tossed aside, he went for my jeans, slobbering
all over my crotch as he tried to get them open.  I gave him a little help
and undid my belt and top button.  I watched as dad stared in amazement,
Lance nipping my jeans and yanking them open.

"MMM, does my big bad boy want my jeans off too?  Do you want me all
naked?"  Lance responded by shoving me into the wall and again trying to
tug my jeans down.

All this action, caused my stiffy to spring out, easy enough as I was not
wearing undies.  Lancelot whinnied and quickly gobbled my cock into his
slimy mouth.  I kicked off my untied boots and wiggled my ass, dropping my
jeans.

"Oh," Dad warned, "aren't you worried he's going to step on you or hurt
you?"

"Nah this big lug would never hurt me, would ya boy?"  I pulled his mouth
off my cock with a sloppy sucking sound.  "Check it out."

I moved to where dad was and dropped to the floor, rolling under Lance's
belly.  Lance clomped about jerking his cock from my dad's hands, smacking
it against my face hard.  Lance thrust his cock in the air as I grabbed it
and started to suck it.

My dad shed his coat and soon had his pants down, his cock, steel hard and
dark in color.  I continued to suck my big boy, his flare swelling in my
mouth.  When he grunted, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and pointed it
at my dad's cock.  I licked the huge shaft as Lance shot five thick gobs of
his cum on my dad's stroking hands.  I released Lance's quickly softening
cock and moved to gobble my dad's cumy member.  Dad moaned and shot his
load into my mouth, almost as soon as he was in me.



Dad pulled from my mouth and leaned back against the wall.  I went back
under Lancelot and busied myself, licking and sucking his floppy sheath
opening.  Lance knew just what I wanted, and released his cock a bit, his
bladder pouring out onto me.

I'd forgotten dad was there and moaned as I directed the fat cock of my
stud, making sure I got his scent all over me.  When I looked out, I saw
dad and his still hard cock standing right there watching.

"strip them pants off," I commanded.  I climbed out from under my beautiful
steed and motioned dad to follow me.

I crossed to Thor's stall, the big guy already dropped and swelling.  He
quickly turned and presented me his rump, his tail swishing up and out of
the way.  I climbed up on a nearby bale and made the 'come here' call with
my mouth.

Thor backed right up to me, his large rubbery hole winking at me, telling
me he needed attention.  I winked at my dad as he stood watching, and
pressed my lips to Thor's pucker.  I licked my tongue over it, Thor's ass
literally grabbing my tongue and sucking it in.

I moaned as I began to tongue fuck his hot ass, his muscles grabbing and
holding my tongue tight.  I felt my dad climbing up next to me, now just as
naked as I was.  He pressed to my side, his face close, watching as I ate
this huge animal's shitter.



I suddenly had a thought, and after giving his ass a nice long, sucking
kiss, I leaped up and lay over his hind end.  I wiggled my cock and soon
found his hot pucker.  I gave a shove, and my cock sank into his red-hot
tunnel.  Thor nickered and began to walk forward and back, the movement of
his ass on my cock was amazing.  What felt even better was when Dad spread
my cheeks and began licking my boy pussy.

He used long, slow licks to start, the tip of his tongue curling, digging
into my hole.  I held still, my cock buried in Thor's hot chute.  When Dad
began to shove his tongue deep in me, I resumed thrusting into Thor.  Dad
held his head in place, and I worked my hips, fucking my ass with his
tongue while fucking my cock into Thor.

"Aww fuck I'm gonna cum," I bellowed.  I raised up to give a final thrust
and dad pulled off my ass, his hand gripping my cock.

I could only fuck my head in and out as Dad now controlled the scene.  I
lost it and began to shoot a huge load, some inside Thor and some out on
his twitching pucker.  I was so out of it, mentally, I lost count of how
many shots I gave.

"Yeah, son, dump them balls!  Fuck yeah, shoot your cum stud."  I heard dad
moaning, and could feel his breath on my nuts.  "Fuck son, oh holy crap can
you cum a lot."  He got my cock back in Thor's ass, the big guy's muscles
sucking my throbbing cock as deep as he could.

I groaned when I felt dad's tongue on my balls and felt it on my shaft when
I would pull back.  I knew he was also licking Thor's butt, and that made
me cum a bit more.  I raised my hips. Holding on to Thor as best I could,
my cock out, and poised to reenter.

"Freeze," my dad barked.  "Stay like that."  I felt my cock pressing to his
face and knew he was licking Thor's ass of my cum.

I rolled, carefully, and sat up on Thor's rump.  I could now see dad
greedily licking up my spent seed from the black pucker.  I bent my cock
down and rubbed my head on the hole I'd just fucked.  Dad didn't miss a
step and alternated between sucking and licking my cock and doing the same
to My giant boy's hole.



I dropped from Thor's back and left my dad to his cleaning.  I went under
Thor and mashed my face to his gooey sheath opening.

Thor wasted no time and dropped his gigantic cock.  I lay under him, taking
his head in my mouth.  I suckled his knob as it flared filling my mouth.  I
gave him a few strokes and with a hard thrust shot his massive load down my
throat, making me choke.

Somehow, air and cum escaped my cock packed mouth, spraying up in a fine
mist.  My eyes bulged seeing his thick shaft throb and contract, each time
delivering another huge blast of cum.

Thor moved, and his cock ripped from my mouth.  He was still flared as his
cock began to shrink back into his sheath.  I was disappointed he didn't
pee on me but also relieved.  Dad and I collected our things and made a
dash for the house.



I showered, and dad filled the big tub and lay back for a soak.  I emerged
from the shower as dad relaxed in the tub.  I stood toweling off, enjoying
our new relationship.  I loved him looking at me, and how his eyes drank in
all of my nakedness.  I enjoyed our new sense of freedom, and how we both
felt at complete ease around each other.

Sure there were times, when I lived with him, that we'd seen the other is
varying stages of undress, but, these were quick moments.  A glimpse of the
other before they ran off or covered up.  Now it seemed we would come in
the house and clothes were gone.  Strutting about, cocks wiggling back and
forth.  Oh and don't forget the casual touching.  Passing by one another,
hands brushing butts or giving cocks a light tug.

Yeah, I admit, we still had issues from before, but, this new side of our
father-son relationship was clearly mending bridges.  Even Bear had
commented on this, saying right now we were exploring each other and that,
in time, the rest would work itself out.

I hadn't seen Damion or Jacob since the morning when they helped with
chores.  The storm was still hitting us full force, and there was no sense
in being outside.  The house was warm and after dad got out of the bath, we
remained naked, dad helping me sort through more of Mr. Paul's things.



We were going through one, rather large box of nick-nacks when dad found a
small wooden box.  He opened it up to discover it was empty.  He was about
to put it in the get rid of the pile, when one of the long sides of the box
lifted up, revealing a hidden drawer built into the bottom.

"Hey kiddo, check this out!"  Dad moved closer to me and slide the little
drawer out.  There stashed away in this small compartment was a very old
key.  I took it out and gave it a good look.  I sucked in my breath as I
realized the key would fit a large lock.  A large lock like the one on the
trunk in the tunnels.  I couldn't hide my excitement, and even though we
had decided to not tell anyone about the tunnels, I was in a corner and
began to tell my dad about them.



He listened with sincere interest, as I told him all I knew, leaving out
the whole Indian spirit contacting me through Lancelot and the hidden room
in the house.  When I had finished, I realized it was a smart thing I had
told him, as he began telling me about a little know secret of this area.

He reminded me of the underground railroad, that helped escaped slaves run
from the slave owners of the south.  How houses were set up to hide
escapees on their journey north.  He then told me that long before that,
there was an effort to help enslaved and displaced Indians avoid slave
traders and people set on destroying them.

I leaned back listening to him, my mind thinking over what he was saying,
and thinking that we might have thought wrong about Mr. Paul.  Maybe he
wasn't enslaving the Indians, but helping them escape.

I jumped up, intent on going down and opening the trunk.  My actions
stopped as I opened the front door, the cold, windblown, ice pellets
hitting my naked body.  I shut the door, turning to see my dad laughing at
my actions.

"You might want to wait until the storm is over first, kiddo."  He stood
and wrapped me in his arms, his hands rubbing my chest, warming me back up.

"Yeah and I should wait for Bear to be here too."



It was several hours, and many more boxes of sorted junk later, when I was
in the kitchen fixing us some coffee When I heard dad call to me.

"Hey, Kiddo?  You expecting company?"

"Um, no, why?"  I rejoined him, handing him his cup as he stared out the
front window.

"I just saw one of your friends walking into the barn."  He pointed through
the storm at the barn.  I think it was that nice young man, um, Ken.  Well,
it looked like him anyway."  I pondered why Kenny would be here on a day
like today, and figured he'd ridden his horse over, but, I shook my head,
that was insane.

I grabbed some sweats and threw on my coat and boots, dad following my
lead.  We ran the short distance to the barn and darted inside.

There was no sign of anyone being here, and I turned back to look out the
big door.  No tracks except our own.  I made a quick sweep of the barn,
just in case maybe someone needed shelter.  But why come in here?  Why not
come to the house?

I checked the trap door to the tunnels, locked.  The keys, well one was
with me in the house.  The other with Bear.  I had done one more search
before we dashed back across the yard to the house, my feet hitting a patch
of icy snow and down I went.  I was more embarrassed than hurt, and I slid,
slamming into the hitching rail in front of the porch.



Inside, we once again stripped, dad insisting he check me from, head to
toe.  We stoked the fire and cleaned up from our sorting mess.  I don't
think either one of us was looking for anything sexual.  Hell, with all
we'd gotten in the last twenty-four hours, I'm surprised I could still walk
normally.

Dad sat on the couch and had me stand in front of him, between his legs.
He slowly and methodically ran his hands over my back and along my sides.
Checking my shoulders and arms.  He then caressed my ass, even spreading my
cheeks, giving each one a good squeezing.  I half chuckled, half moaned as
his fingers rubbed over my hole, 'just making sure it was still OK'.

Next was my legs, each one being given a complete rub down.  I blushed when
his fingers reached between my legs and brushed up against my balls.  Dad,
being the dork he could be so well, chuckled as I blushed, his hand
reaching back between my legs, cupping my sack and giving them a really
nice tugging.  He had me turn to face him, his complete inspection
continuing with my front.  I almost tried to cover my swelling cock, as if
I was ashamed he'd see it, but just stood there in all my glory.

His hands rubbed slowly over my chest, his fingers making sure to pinch and
twist my erect nipples.  Down over my abs, and lower over my trimmed bush.
He leaned in closer as his hands now went down my legs, his hot breath,
blowing over my hardening cock.  His hands slowly traced back up my legs,
and since my cock was now fully hard and sticking straight out, he had no
hindrance to my hanging sack.

He used both hands, separating my balls and rolling each in his hands.  I
couldn't help myself and let go with a long moan of pleasure, his smile
letting me know he was pleased.

My cock bobbed up and down, the skin of my hood, centimeters from his
slightly parted lips.  He now took both my balls in one hand, tugging down,
as his free hand first stroked my cock from the base to the tip.  I watched
as he studied my wrinkled skin, as he finished the stroke.  He then watched
it retract as he now stroked back towards my body.  I groaned, my pleasure
becoming overwhelming, I came, shooting right on his face and mouth.

Dad took the first three shots on his face, my thick cum streaking his
face.  The rest he took on his chest, leaning back, pulling me closer as I
continued to cum.

"Oh yeah baby boy," he moaned as I put a foot on the couch so I could
better lean over him.  "Come on kiddo, give daddy all your boy juice."  He
moaned as his hand continued to work my cock. His other hand, having left
my balls, now stroked his cock, bumping my balls with each up stroke.

I leaned forward more, supporting myself on the back of the couch.  Doing
this, pushed my cock against his lips and he greedily sucked my cumy head
into his hungry mouth.  I stepped up over him and began to fuck my cock in
and out of his mouth, his moans all the encouragement I needed to soon
spill another load down his throat.

I eased my cock from his mouth, as dad turned me, pulling me back so he
could eat my ass.  I leaned down and was just able to get his slick cock
head in my mouth, just in time to catch his salty load.



I ended up laying across him, his hands never stopping the soft fondling of
my cock.  We were silent, both overcome by the afterglow.  I was fading off
when his voice brought me back around.

"You know, if these tunnels are anything like you said they are," he paused
briefly, "you guys should consider opening them up and giving tours.  Do
some research, find some cool artifacts to put here and there and give
guided tours.  Charge a few bucks a head, it's easy money."

I jumped up and told dad to throw some clothes on.  We were soon unlocking
the trap door and heading down into the tunnels.  I gave him a brief tour,
only going in a short distance, stopping where we had found the shackles
and Indian artifacts.

"You boys could make a fortune giving tours down here.  I bet, with your
charm, if you talk to the Indian representatives, donate all the Indian
artifacts back to them, that they'd allow you to hang on to some things to
display.  Maybe work out a deal where you get some things now, and in a few
months, you exchange them for other things."

As we walked back, dad continued, saying we really needed to do our
research and present it well.  He commented there must be records somewhere
of what happened here.  And that we needed to bring in the lawyer to make
sure no one could come in and try to take it from us as a historical
landmark.



Dad helped me bring in the animals, feeding and bedding them in for the
night.  Damion and Jacob appeared, both looking very worn out, but with big
smiles and a slight blush.  They handled the milking for me.  As dad and I
headed to the house, the storm began to break, Pa's big truck rumbling down
the driveway.  Bear was out and hugging me before Pa had even parked,
clearly missing me badly.  I had missed him too, but spending time with my
dad sort of help me deal with it better.

OK, OK.  I admit I just melted in his arms as his lips pressed to mine.
See?  I can admit it to you, I just didn't want to sound all sappy.
Anyway, his lips met mine and per the norm, all was once again right in my
world.

He backed me up, knocking me against Pa's truck.  His kiss intensified, one
hand to the side of my head, the other pinning my shoulder to the fender.

"All right, jezum crow, enough already," Pa groaned.  "Fucks sake, actin
like ya ain't seen him for years.  Only been a few hours."  Bear broke our
kiss, leaning back so just our crotches were press together, his eyes
looking into mine.

"Felt like for-fuckin-eva," Bear spoke with his soft lover's voice.  "Been
dreamin of kissin your ugly mug all fuckin day boy."  I saw Pa walking
behind Bear and heard the loud 'thwap' as Pa swatted his ass.  Bear
squealed and his already hard cock ground against mine.

"Mind you mouth turd head.  Y'all might be thinking yous all growed up and
man like.  Oh, gots me a farm now ain't no one gonna tell me shit.  Gonna
say what I want, fuck, fuck, fuck," Pa was walking all funny, like a
bow-legged cowboy.  He did a long, loud inhaling snort, and spat a huge,
snot lugie to the ground.  Bear spun and slapped Pa's ass really hard.  So
hard, even I cringed.

"Mind yer mouth boy," Bear bellowed, imitating Pa's hick drawl.  Pa spun on
his heels and gave Bear a look of death.

"Why you lil, snot-nosed, runt faced, puke from my balls."  Pa lunged for
Bear who scurried backward.  Bear spun and took off running the second he
saw Pa moving at him.

Bear ran up and around the back of the barn, Pa right on his heels.  Pa
almost caught him a couple times, but Bear kept just out of reach.  I was
worried that this could be bad, My mind flooded with me trying to pull Pa
off his son before he killed him.  However, even though Pa was still
cussing at Bear and calling him every foul name in the book, his words were
choked with laughter.

They soon emerged from the barn, running at full speed.  Bear was maybe one
or two steps ahead of Pa when he hit that damn patch of ice.  His feet shot
out in front of him, his body going nearly horizontal in mid-air.  Pa began
this hilarious shuffle step, he too now fighting the ice, as he tried to
save his son.

Somehow, Pa made a very graceful slide under Bear, reaching up and pulling
him down on top of himself.  They slid at light speed, down the slight
slope from the barn, across the drive, Pa's foot deflecting the hitching
post, sending them sliding sideways.  I dashed around the truck, finding
them, still on the ground, involved in a massive tickle fight.

Bear soon gave up, screaming uncle, uncle.  They hugged and Pa shoved his
son to the side.

"I can still whoop yer butt, boy, and don't never forget it.  Now, git up
and help me up."  Pa shoved his hand out for help, and both Bear and I
pulled him to his feet.  He mussed our hair and pushed us toward the house.

Bear was huffing and puffing, his back covered in ice and frost.  I smacked
his butt, a shower of frost exploding from his jeans.  The next thing I
knew, he was on me, driving me head first into the large snowbank, that
thankfully was still semi-soft.  The muffled laughter of our fathers was
all I could hear besides Bear still breathing hard.  We crawled out of the
bank, country snowboys, we were just missing the coal eyes and carrot nose.



Our dad's headed in the front door, while Bear and I ran around back,
wrestling the whole way, ending up rolling in the crusty snow.
Unbelievably, I actually managed to pin Bear to the ground during one of
our tussles.

"Yeah, biotch, who da man now, huh?"  Bear just grinned his evil grin and,
before I realized, He stuffed a handful of snow down the front of my jeans!

I rolled off, onto my back beside him.  My gloved hands digging in vain to
open my jeans and get the cold as fuck snow out of them.  Bear, taking full
advantage of my cold situation, rolled up and sat on my legs, somehow
managing to stuff even more snow down my jeans, even as my fists beat
against his arms and chest.  I screamed and squealed like a little girl,
Bear cackling an evil laugh.

When he'd stuffed all he could down my crotch, he leaned down, pinning my
arms above my head and kissed me.  He humped his crotch against my snow
packed groin, making sure it was well packed around my cock and balls.
Cold and over-powered, I submitted to my man, kissing him back.

I opened my eyes, looking past Bear's head.  The gray sky was darkening,
and fresh snow was beginning to fall.  Bear stood, pulling me up with him.

"Come on Codster, let's git you inside."  He held my shoulder, guiding my
shivering body through the back door.  Heat slapped my frozen face, as we
entered the mud room.  I quickly shed my coat and boots, fingers trembling,
I unbuttoned my shirt.  Bear working at my jeans, clumps of snow falling
free and some dropping down my pant legs.

"My dicks shrunk," I screamed as Bear pulled my boxers down!  It was half
the size it normally was.  My balls had nearly been sucked up inside my
body as well.

"Relax baby, I know just how to make you big again."  Bear pushed me out of
the mud room and down the hall to the bathroom.  He turned the shower on
and stripped out of his snowy clothes.

Pushing me into the shower, He followed, dropping to his knees, taking my
shrunken cock into his hot mouth.  With hot water cascading over my head
and Bear slobbering on my cock, I began to forget how cold I was, leaning
back against the wall, I let my farm boy have his way with me.



Although I didn't cum, I think I was too cold for that, I did get my full
cock back.  We played a bit and let the hot water warm us up.  We stepped
out, both with normal sized boners, deciding to save them for later.

Dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts, we headed out to the kitchen, just as
Pa was saying he needed to head home.  I could tell Bear was just as
disappointed as I was at his leaving, but glancing out the kitchen window,
I could see over an inch of snow had fallen since we had come inside.  We
hugged and said our goodbyes, watching him drive off in the falling snow.

Dad left us to go pack, as he was going to head home in the morning,
weather permitting.  Bear and I stoked the fire and spread a thick
comforter out in the middle of the living room.  I lay back against him as
he held me in his arms.



I woke, shivering I was so cold.  I could feel Bear's body heat behind me
and the heat of the fire on my front, yet I was frozen.  I sat up, my
t-shirt clinging to my chest, sweat soaked, as were my sweatpants.  I
staggered to the bathroom and shoved the thermometer under my tongue.  I
stood staring at my face in the mirror when Bear appeared behind me.  His
eyes were nearly shut from sleep, dried drool stained the corner of his
mouth and chin.

"I'm so cold," I mumbled, trying to keep the thermometer in place.  Bear
disappeared briefly, coming back with a thick blanket, wrapping it around
me.  His hand brushed my neck, his eyes widening quickly.  He lay his hand
on my cheek then pulled the thermometer from my mouth, gasping as he looked
at the reading.

"Oh fuck," he whispered, squinting his eyes as if to see better.  "One
hundred and three point six!"





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