Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2017 11:21:47 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 54

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.
So, if that offends you, do not read any further!  Enjoy!


***** - I woke to darkness, and the sounds of horses whining...

Chapter 54

"I had the weirdest dream," Dozer's voice shivering, as he zipped his coat,
joining me on the porch.  His one piece long underwear, ruffling around his
legs, in the brisk, Christmas morning wind.  I looked at him as he expertly
rolled a joint with no problem in the cold breeze.  "It was like an old
west movie."  He shook his head, licking the joint to seal it.  "We was
with a bunch of Indian's..."  He sparked the joint, inhaling deeply.  "You
and Bear each had one all to yourselves... Bitches."  He toked it again,
passing it to me.

"And you," I asked inspecting the masterfully crafted joint?  "Tied to a
turning pole over a fire?"  I dragged deeply; "cooking you up for dinner?"
I busted out laughing, pushing myself against him, so he knew I was joking.

I was suddenly in the grips of my friend's arms, crushing me into a warm
bear hug; "I'll fucking stick a pole in you," he whispered in my ear, as I
re-hit the joint.  "Nah, the Indian that was with you, kinda like their
leader I guess, he said 'Big pale man need many Braves to be happy,'" his
voice imitating and Indian from an old-time western.  "Then like all these
sexy fuckers were all over me."  I nodded and smiled at him, not sharing
what I clearly remembered from last night.

"Sounds like a fucking wet dream to me," I chuckled, sliding my hand behind
me, feeling his crotch.  "Not wet yet, but, we'll see later."  Dozer,
grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand out.

"Yeah, that's just it.  See, like as soon as it started, it was over."
Dozer paused, his chin resting on my head.  "But fuck, ain't never had a
dream seem so real.  You're gonna think I'm crazy, but man, I could really
feel them touching me."

"I know your crazy Bubba, no secret in that," I chuckled rubbing his cold
hands as they continued to hold me to him.  "Better have some more of
this," I lifted the joint over my head, holding it as he toked it.



Christmas day was amazing!  We all had a great time, laughing and sharing.
Ma was a little bit slower than normal, her blood-shot eyes, and smirking
looks at me told that she was still feeling the effects from her surprise
Christmas joint the night before.  Still, she'd outdone herself with
dinner.  There was enough food for two Armies, and pies that would last for
weeks.  With most everyone napping in the living room, I headed to the
kitchen to help Ma deal with the aftermath.

It took some time, but, we eventually had everything done.  Everyone had a
box of goodies to take when they left, the rest stuffed into the fridge for
us.  As we finished washing the dishes, Ma gave me a look;

"It's our secret now, OK," she bumped me with her hip.  "I don't want to be
the talk of the town, you hear me, mister?"  She made a crazy face,
crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth.

"Wait, what's the number for the knitting club you belong too," I asked in
my most serious tone?  "Oh, I bet those old ladies will love this lil bit
of gossip."  I nodded my head proudly, as I finished wiping a glass.

"Who are you calling old?"  She leaned on the sink, shaking her head.
"Most of the ladies I am friends with could use a good smoking."  She
looked out the window and chuckled softly.  "Pent up cronies, with nothing
better to do that yack about who's screwing who and how often and how they
do it."

"Well, maybe you need to start a club and talk about them," I chuckled,
flicking the dish towel at her.  "Teach them a lesson, hmm?"

"Please," Ma groaned.  "None of their husbands are anything I want to hear,
or talk about.  And, I sure as hell don't need to hear about the power tool
they hide in their nightstand."  Ma laughed giving me an unexpected hug.

"Jackhammer Granny," I laughed out loud.  Ma pushed me back and swatted my
butt hard.

"Enough of that naughty talk, come on we're almost done."

As I waited for the next dish to dry, Ma paused thoughtfully.  She turned
and looked at me, nodding to the back door.

"Come on," she whispered.  We snuck out back, and Ma reached into her
apron.  "It goes against my better judgment, but, what the hell, it's
Christmas."  She pulled out the joint she'd been given last night, holding
it between us.  "Want to help me finish this?"

I looked at the nearly full-sized joint, realizing she'd most likely only
had a couple tokes.  Knowing there was no way in holy hell she and I could
finish it in one sitting.  Especially if it was the same pot as was the one
the boys and I smoked last night.

I shrugged, pushing away the feeling that it was going to be weird smoking
with an adult, with my surrogate Ma, and took the joint, toking a nice long
initial hit.

"And yes, I know how this stuff effects people, so don't be getting all
whatever and stretching them jeans out."  Ma laughed as I laughed blowing
out all the smoke I had just inhaled.  "I may not be your real mother, but
that doesn't mean I need to be seeing your little tally-whacker needing to
escape.  You hear me?  OK, OK, you hog, hand that cee-gar over to me."  I
had barely finished re-hitting the joint when she aggressively took it from
me.

"Hey," I whined.

"Oh," Ma whined back, "look at that, you fat lipped it, and now the end is
all soggy with your slobber."  She took a dainty toke and held it.  "Boy,"
she continued, holding her breath, "Someone needs to school you on how to
smoke."

I found myself in the bedroom straightening up.  As I flipped the
comforter, two tiny packages sailed from the bed in different directions.
I knew they were the condoms that Pa had given Bear and Dozer.  My cock
beginning to harden as I handled the squishy packages, my eyes looking at
the nightstand, the still bloated condom Pa and I had used, lay full,
beside the lamp.

I realized as soon as I picked it up that all that glorious cum had gone
bad, turning into a stinky, watery mess.  I quickly, and mind you, very
carefully, ran to the bathroom and poured it down the drain.  Fuck was it
rank, but my cock didn't care.  Fuck it was rock hard and threatening to
bust out of my jeans.  I looked down and could see a wet stain growing
larger, where my swelling cockhead pushed against my jeans.

I rinsed the flimsy rubber, being careful not to damage it.  It's size,
distorted from Pa's massive love rod.  My cock, if it could talk, would be
screaming 'put it on me,' as I rolled it back to how it was in the package.
My vision tuned to only my hands and the rubber, couldn't focus on the
shadow beside me.

"Whatcha doing Bubba," came Dozers' voice.  I jumped turning to see my big
friend had joined me in the bathroom.  I lifted my hands, showing him the
now tightly rolled condom, his eyes though were looking at my crotch.

"Can't help it," I mumbled, "I boned up the second I saw it."  Dozer
pressed his hand against my straining cock, giving it a slow rub.

"I don't see nothing wrong," his voice a whisper, his breath hot on my
face.  "Can I help?"  His fat fingers pinched playfully at my wet head,
making me fall into him with a groan.

"Don't," I pleaded, "I'm ready to cum as it is."

"I know you are," he whispered in my ear.  "I know how you get before you
do."  Dozer chuckled, "I also know how to tease you and keep you from
shooting."  His fingers pinched m head again, my balls churning, primed to
shot my juice, then his fingers were gone, my balls aching as the urge to
cum subsided.

Dozer may not be, as his daddy puts it, the sharpest tool in the shed, but
he had moments where he shined.  This was one of those moments.  Fuck,
anytime we played he shined as a master sex artist.  I Adored his dominant
side when he showed it, and I was always ready to be submissive.  This was
different than me submitting to Bear.  It's hard to explain.  Bear
dominated me in the ways that lover's do.  Dozer played dominant as the big
man.

"The folks are leaving, so what say as soon as they is gone, we get to
curing your problem, with this?"  He pointed to the rubber and pinched my
head again, longer and harder, bringing me right back to the point of
cumming then stopping.

I grabbed a towel which I pretended to be wiping my hands with as we found
Ma and Pa, all ready to go.  We hugged and said our goodbyes, watching them
drive up the driveway and off.



In the bedroom, we were joined by Bear, who relaxed back on the bed naked,
watching as Dozer told me to strip.  I noticed several times, slight
glances from Dozer to Bear, wanting his approval, which was always given.

"Rubbers," Dozer ordered his hand out.  I dug in my pocket and lay the
unopened packages in his hand.  He tossed one to Bear and kept one.  "Put
it on him," Dozer told me, smacking my butt.  "Hurry up boy, and no
cumming."  He smacked my ass again as I climbed over Bear's legs.

I knelt there, opening the package.  I slowly rolled the slimy condom down,
over Bear's erection, his pre, already leaking inside.  I crawled off and
knelt in front of Dozer, his five inch'er, dark in color, throbbing up and
down.

I opened his package and slide the condom over his cock.  A very loose fit
as these were Pa sized condoms and was much bigger than for an average size
cock.  I solved any slippage issues, by stretching the open end and tucking
Dozer's balls inside, then letting the rubber close.

Dozer stood me up and took the rubber Pa, and I used the night before and
carefully rolled it onto my cock, taking care not to make me cum.  And
trust me, that was not an easy task.  His puffing breath on my face and
fingers manipulating my cock had me ready to blow the entire time.

"OK," Dozer said as he stood up, "that's it, no one touches their dick, but
you can touch anyone else's.  First dope to cum, loses."  He then rubbed
his tummy and headed to the kitchen, saying he was hungry.

I followed him like a lost puppy, Bear groaning as he pulled himself from
the bed, his cock pulsing in the confines of the rubber.  Never having seen
him wear one, I was suddenly torn as to who I needed to attack first.

In the kitchen, I spun and quickly devoured Bear's rubber encased cock, his
hands struggling to push my mouth off his cock.

"Fuck, no fair, no fair!  Foul!  Penalty!"  I could feel the conflict in
his touch.  The need to win and not cum, but also the desire to unload and
have relief.

Strong pudgy hands grabbed my hips, the sound of someone spitting, then
Dozer's cock pushing into my hungry hole as he pulled me onto his fuck
stick.  He slid his entire length into me, his hand gripping my cock,
fingers again pinching my head.

I fought like crazy to escape the torture, my captors holding me firm.
Dozer pushed his finger along the underside of my head, making my ass buck
on his cock.  Bear slid his full length into my throat and froze.

"Make him cum now, I can't hold back," he growled at Dozer.  I flexed my
throat and felt Bear's cock shooting his load, filling his condom.  "Fuck,
bitch, I'm nutting."  His hands pulled my face tight to his crotch, saliva,
and snot, snorting from my nose and from around the base of his cock.

I head butted him back against the counter and squeezed my ass tight on
Dozer's cock head.  His hand slapped my ass hard;

"Oh, no you don't boy."  He slapped my ass again, harder, my natural
reaction to tighten my hole pinching just behind his cock head as he tried
in vain to pull free.

With a hard thrust, Dozer shoved his ramrod into me, shoving me harder onto
Bear's still erupting cock.  Another volley of snot and spit spraying on
him and my face.  Dozer pressed his tummy and chest to my back, lifting me
up, Bear's cock and full condom, popping from my mouth.

"I win," I gasped out of breath, Dozer's cock shooting off in my ass.  Bear
pointed to the bedroom and Dozer carried me, bouncing on his cock, his
cockhead bashing my special spot.  As we entered the room, I lost it and
began to fill my own condom, my white cream spreading along my shaft, it's
heat just making me cum more.  I was slid off Dozer's cock and tossed on
the bed, being pinned down by Bear.



I looked to my boys, their cocks still sheathed by condoms, each full of
their seed.  I was rolled to my side, held in place by Bear's hands and
legs.  Dozer's plump fingers carefully working the condom that encased my
cock and cum, off my still stiff member.

He held it aloft like some kind of prized trophy, his fingers pulling my
load to the hanging tip, swinging, for all to see.

"Time to see who came the most," Dozer announced.  I was released and
ordered to remove the remaining condoms.

I rolled to Dozer first, who leaned back on his knees, his cock regaining
its original stiffness as my fingers began to unhook his balls and slide
the loose-fitting rubber from his cock.  His was a nice sized load for him.
I would guess from looking, more than he would normally shoot, but less
than my offering.

I rose to my knees and faced Bear, who was standing now.  His cock had not
softened, so I first ringed his shaft with my fingers, pulling his cum
along his shaft, then rolling and pulling the condom off his beautiful
cock.

As we three looked at the dangling condoms, it was hard to choose a winner.
Both Bear and I were too close to call.

"As the winner of the last to cum contest," I announced, "I proclaim Dozer
as the winner of thickness."  I pinched the glob of cum that filled the tip
of his condom, showing just how thick his cum was.

"And I say y'alls volume winner can't be decided until all contestants have
submitted samples," A heavy Texas-drawled voice came from the doorway.
Shocked, we all looked to see Kenny, removing his coat.  "Less this here
contest is limited to a buncha good ole' boys who are 'fraid to be measured
up to a real-life Texas bull stud?"  He popped his thumb against his rather
large, very shiny belt buckle, which clinked as it popped free.  He took a
step closer, his legs slightly more spread, his hand rubbing his swelling
bulge.

"Kenny," we all said in unison, clearly happy to see our friend.

"What are you doing here," I asked?  "You were not coming back for another
week?"

"A'yup, but gots a mare who's gonna birth decidin' she ain't gonna wait
till next month to pop her foal out."  He stepped up to the bed and stood
with his hands on his hips.  "So, daddy done sent me back, on one of them
ar-eo-planes while he and the family head back in the truck."  Kenny looked
at Bear and Dozer, giving each a nod, "af'-noon gents."  Then his eyes fell
on me, giving his cowboy hat a flick to the brim with his fingers.  "Son."
He took a step back from the bed; "Now, how bout's a lil help getting me
outta these duds, ya pecker hounds?"  Like perfectly trained servants, we
all moved to help strip our friend.

Dozer knelt and began taking off Ken's brushed, skin boots, while Bear
stood behind him, removing his snap-button shirt.  I stood before him and
began to work on his black jeans, opening each button of his fly slowly.

"Watch yerself, son," he spoke to me, lifting my chin to look in my eyes.
There's a caged stallion trapped in there waiting to bust out."  He gave me
a smile.  Last time I popped a nut was 'night before we left."

"Shit man," Bear spoke up, "that was over a week ago!"

"Yep," Kenny nodded, "Eight days, twelve hours an thirty some minutes.
But, ain't no nutting in a truck full-a family driving straight through to
Texas.  Then staying at Gran's and Gramp's ranch, sleeping in the bunkhouse
with a bunch cousins ain't no older than fifteen and just as butt ugly as a
Texas horn toad," Ken shook his head.  "Nope, none them piss ants done left
me alone fer a second.  Then having to listen to every one of them spanking
them tiny peckers as soon as the lights was out."  Ken smiled a bit;
"Huffin and puffin like a Dallas, city whore.  Gittin' up ta piss and
stepping on boy jizzed underwear.  Almost had me a accident one night,
though.  Had us a big ole thunder boomer.  Lightning damn near bright as
day time.  One of them lil heifers, boy, named Chaz, friendly lil
cuss. Damn near hit the roof one time."  Kenny chuckled, clearly
remembering the night.  "Climbs from his bunk and shakes me.  "Cuz Ken?
Can I lay with you till it's over?

"Did you let him," Bear asked?

"Yeah, I told him come on, climb in.  Sheet, damn thing was buck ass naked.
Climbing on top of me, lil' pecker all wet and slimy, rubbin' on me.
Sheet, I had me a bone of steel poking up between his legs.  And for you
can ask, no, I didn't do nothing.  Sheet if'n I had, I'd have all them lil
pecker bandits hounding for some of my pole.  Nope, best not be messin with
that."  Ken's face blushed.

"Well, cowboy," I said as seductively as I could, "you've come to the right
place."  I took hold of his red-hot shaft and eased it from his jeans.

"A'yep," Ken spoke up. "Reckon so pardner."  He removed his hat and put it
on my head, pulling down over my face, making me swoon from the scent of
his sweat, soaked into the headband over time.

"Now, how's 'bout one of Y'all cow bangers go and fetch me one of them cum
catchers and let me pump a Texas-sized load-a ball juice in it?"



Bear headed off, saying he'd see if Pa left anymore in the other room,
Kenny giving him a smack on his ass, telling him to 'Git'.  Dozer, true to
his usual, after cumming self, excused himself to pee, leaving Kenny and me
alone in the room.

"Nice to have you back home," I told him, putting his sweet-smelling hat
back on his head.  "Been too long since you came around to play."

"Aww, shucks, handsome," he replied fixing my hair.  "Just been too damn
busy at the ranch."

"This is really nice," I said picking up his belt and admiring the very
large buckle."  Santa bring you this?"

"Naw, got me that in a Christmas Rodeo I was in, day after we got there."
I examined the shiny buckle which had very ornate scrolling and a raised
cowboy on a bucking horse, swinging a lasso.  Engraved above the cowboy was
the words '2017 Champion'.  Just under the cowboy, it said, 'Free Style
Roping' and under that, 'Westchester County Texas.'  "I gots some pictures
to show Y'all after we mess 'bout."

The other boys returned, Bear holding one regular condom which he gave to
me.  Dozer arrived, a drip of pee still attached to the end of his pecker,
a slight tinge of jealousy passing over me that the toilet got his piss and
not me.  I took Kenny's cock in my hands, his body giving a shiver at my
touch.

"Now, don't be messing much with my tool boy, Y'all know how I get when you
be pulling my pud.  Member, this here boy ain't done no nuttin' for a long
time, so it ain't gonna be no waiting for results."  Kenny pushed his hat
to the back of his head, watching me tear the condom package with my teeth.
Then rolling the cool latex sleeve onto his very hot cock.

Bear stood to one side, also watching, one arm around Kenny's back, his
other hand rubbing over his chest.  Dozer watched over my shoulder, his
hands holding my hips, his soft cock wiggled in-between my ass cheeks.

"Fuck, Y'all don't play fair," Kenny moaned as I continued to slowly roll
the condom back on his throbbing dick.  "I ain't gonna be taking much more
stud.  My nuts gonna bust."  He leaned his forehead to mine, huffing, and
puffing.  "Nope, can't hold it," his head shaking, spittle hitting my face
as he quickly lost control.

"Just let it go stud," Bear whispered to him.  "I know how much you love
him touching you.  Feeling his hands on you.  We all do."  Bear kissed
Kenny's temple, giving his left nipple a pinch.  You guys are the only ones
I don't get jealous about.  Pop a quick one then we can relax and really
play."

"Come on, show these fuckers up," Dozer growled over my shoulder.

"I want you to cum for me," I whispered to him, using my head to rolls his
head back, noses rubbing, my lips kissing his.

"Aww fuck," Kenny moaned, kissing me harder, his hands taking my head.  His
cock squirting loudly into the baggy end of the condom.  He quickly filled
the tip, pushing more off his cock as stream after stream began filling the
thin sheath.  I sealed it with my fingers about half way down his shaft,
the over-sized, Pa condom filling fast, pulling the excess off Kenny's cock
as he dumped a weeks-worth of his boy cream into it.

We continued kissing as he came, Bear's approval came, as he put his hand
on the back of my head, his fingers stroking through my hair.  Kenny's
tongue licking over mine, his huffed breath filling my lungs with force.

Breaking our kiss, his spit, connected our parted lips, long drools
dripping from his mouth as his orgasm slowly subsided.  I pulled the rubber
from his quickly softening cock, the huge amount of sperm, rivaled that of
a load given by Lancelot.  Bear took Kenny from behind, holding him back
against him, keeping our cowboy on his feet while I held his offering up
for all to see.  My actions making my cock rub on his, smearing his still
drooling cum on my shaft.

"I call it," Dozer shouted, coming from behind me.  "The winner, Mister
Cowboy," He lifted Ken's arm high, Kenny smiling, still breathing very
hard.

"There isn't a fancy-dancy belt buckle for the champ," I told him dropping
to my knees in front of him.  "But, as the winner, you do get to have your
cock cleaned by the champ of the last to cum."  I smiled at him; "Which
would be me."  I lowered my mouth and slurped his still cum drooling cock
into my mouth.

I sucked and licked his soft cock, moaning at the taste of his musky load.
Ken was clearly weakened by now, his body hanging limply in Bear's strong
arms.  I was not surprised that he didn't reharden, knowing he was most
likely exhausted from the long flight and then pumping out a horse sized
load of cum.



I finished sucking him clean, and we all retired to the living room, Kenny,
patting the couch next to him, for me to sit.  Bear tended the fire and
Dozer, surprising us all, bringing snacks that he had quickly whipped up on
his own.

Kenny, slowly recovering, regaled us with stories of his competing in the
county rodeo, and his victory in the freestyle roping.  His pictures showed
him as he rode about, having to herd a small group of cows, one of which
had a blue spot on its back.  It was this cow that at a giving signal he
was to separate from the herd and rope with his lasso.  He was then to
dismount and flip the cow to its side and lash its hooves together.

"This was the one that won me the buckle," he said proudly, showing me a
picture of him on his knees, a tied cow on the ground near him, his arms
raised above his head.  "Timed at four point seven seconds."  I stared at
the photo, admiring my friend, lusting as I could see how sweaty and dusty
he was.  The last photo was of him getting his buckle and prize check, now
all cleaned up and looking fine.

I handed the photo to Bear who sat on the floor between my legs.  He and
Dozer, asking questions, me just leaning on the cowboy, glad we four, were
together again.



Soon, only Kenny and I remained awake.  Bear and Dozer had passed out and
were both snoring contentedly.  I pulled my cowboy back to the bedroom and
with his help, poured his cum into the condom that held mine.  We didn't
speak.  He seemed to know what I was doing as I slipped the condom on, our
mixed cum swirling around my cock.

I moaned as Kenny played with my cock, stroking its length, massaging our
cum into my hardness.  He pushed me to my back, carefully taking the condom
off my penis.

"Been thinking 'bout how much I miss you guys," Kenny said lying beside me,
rubbing my cummy cockhead on his lips.  "Been missing our play time."  As
he began to suck my cock, he lifted himself over me, his big cock dragging
over my mouth.  I took his swelling cock into my mouth, my hands moving his
legs, so I had room to grab his hat, which was on the bed beside me,
getting part of it over my head and nose.  His scent and visions of the
photo of his win pushed me over the top, and I unloaded into his mouth.

Kenny didn't cum, pulling from my mouth.  He moved and lay next to me,
chuckling as he lifted his hat to look in my eyes.

"Tell ya a secret," he asked?  "That picture of me winning?"  I nodded.  "I
was sportin' mega wood," he confessed.  He put his hat on his head,
lowering the brim low like he knew I like.  "A'yep.  Walked off the field
with my pecker right down my leg," his hand rubbing his right thigh.  "Yer
fault boy."

"My fault," I exclaimed?

"Yep, see I was thinking 'bout you being there, well, all of ya, but mostly
you," he rubbed my chest, nodding.  "I like when you watch me ride and
rope, yep, sure do."  He pushed his hat back and sighed.  "I knows you and
Barrett are the thing now, and fessin' up, I was kinda mad at first."  I
lifted up to my elbows, looking at him.  "See, I wanted you too.  From the
first day we met, but my best bud Barrett, well he won ya heart, fair and
square.  But see?  We got what we got now, cuz we all respect each other."
I reached over and touched his face;

"We do," I agreed.

"I told Bear back a few months, that I'm always gonna have a place in my
heart for his boy, but that it ain't gonna be a problem.  I just wanted him
to know.  And, now wanted you to know."  I felt a tear running down my
cheek, which Kenny quickly wiped away with his thumb.  "Aww, don't cry
City, fuck me I didn't wanna make ya sad."  I shook my head and kissed the
palm of his hand;

"I'm not sad.  I just know I'm the luckiest guy in the world."  Kenny put
his hat back on my head covering my face.

"I gots ta tell ya something, kinda between you and me," Kenny spoke
hesitantly.  I lifted up again, pushing his sweet-smelling hat to the back
of my head.  "See, it's kinda funny 'bout me being back."  He scratched his
head and looked off.  "Ya see, Barbie wasn't s'posed to be having her foal
till late next month.  Doc said so, and Barbie is real regular when it
comes to birthing.  K' so I'ma down at Gran and Gramp's and sleeping with
all them spunk spewing kids, so not like sleeping real good.  Then I have
this dream a few days back, and it done near spooked me to death."

"Tell me," I told him laying my hand on his strong chest, seeing how shook
up he was.

"So, like I'm out on the prairie and this Indian is with me.  He's telling
me that I don't know him, but I need to trust him."  Kenny paused and shook
his head.  "Damn boy, he was a good-looking buck.  Anyway, he tells me I
need to git home cuz this friend I got, he's got too.  That this friend is
in trouble and, well, not in trouble but needs my help.  So, I tells him I
ain't got no way to git there and would need some kinda reason to go."
Kenny shivered and swallowed hard.  "He like touched me, Cody, right on my
chest.  Fuck if it didn't feel real.  K' so the Indian says that for
everything to be right, I gots ta tell this person what's in here," he
patted his chest.  "Then next morning, after we got's done taken care of
the animals, and I gots all them cummy boy undies picked up, I'm with
Gramps, and my dad comes up.  Dad says there's something wrong with Barbie,
and we had to leave, but he was gonna send me on ahead first."  Kenny shook
his head again.

"But Barbie's going to be alright, yes?"

"Yeah, Doc says it's just gonna be an early birth but thinks it's still a
day or two away.  Gots the hands watching her.  Just weird ya know?  Having
the dream, telling that Indian buck I needed a way to get home and then,
POW, Barbie's ready to foal.  Fucking gave me the frights boy."

I snuggled back against him, his arms wrapping around me.

"Just a dream cowboy," I told him bringing his legs over mine.  "I wouldn't
think about too much."  I looked back at him and smiled.  "Now, how about
you, telling me, what really happened with your cousin?  Come on it'll be
our secret."

"Well," Kenny began, "it was like I said.  The storm frightened him
something fierce.  I hears' him jump down from his bunk and his feet
paddling on the floor.  He wants to just lay with me till the storms over,
and So I lets' him."

"Mhm, I know all that.  Now tell me what happened next," I said, feeling
his cock hardening behind me.

"Well," Kenny chuckled, "he's laying up on me, and the storms is yea.  I
can hear the other boys breathing and know at least the ones around us are
out cold.  I tell him it's time to go back to his bunk, but he's playing
like he's sleeping.  Lil fucker starts humping his lil pecker on my abs.
That's when my dick pops up 'tween his legs.  He hums a few more seconds
and then groans like a mare getting stuck and bam, he's shooting his cream
'tween us."  Kenny chuckled again.  So, I ask if he's done and he says
yeah, he is.  Lil shit then climbs up, making damn sure his pecker pokes my
lips."

"And so, you sucked him," I stated, rolling off him, so his cock was near
my face.  Pulling it closer, I began licking it, as he continued.

"A'yup sure did.  Lil fucker just fucked ole Kenny's mouth for all of maybe
twenty seconds and popped another load of cream.  Then he thanked me and
left me with the boner from hell."

"MMM, my boner from hell," I swallowed his cock as he relaxed back.  I
sucked him lovingly, listening to his breathing as he was nearly ready to
cum from telling me the hot little story.

I bobbed my head on his pole, putting his hand on my ass, pushing his
finger into my needy hole.

"Boy, your man was right.  You sure know how to make this cowboy happy."

"My, cowboy," I said coming off his cock for only a second, to speak.
Kenny shoved my head back down, just as he came for the second time, his
volume much less, his orgasm not as long lived.



 We had returned to me laying back against him, when Bear and Dozer ran
into the room, Bear draped with the blanket from the couch.

"Ken?  There's a guy named Bobby at the door asking for you."  Kenny jumped
up and pulled his jeans on quickly.

"Shit, she gonna birth..."  He ran from the room, and soon we heard him
conversing with whoever came to see him.

I suddenly felt funny.  I can't describe it any better than that, funny.  I
took Kenny's hat from my head and set it on the bed.  I gathered up his
remaining discarded clothing, setting it by his hat, his boots, and socks,
on the floor nearby.

Kenny soon returned, a perplexed look on his face.  He stood in the center
of the room, his jeans still only halfway fastened, scratching his head.

"Umm, can I use yer phone?  My dad will pay ya for the call."  Without an
answer, he turned and headed back to the living room.  All of us in tow.

As we entered, his call connected.

"Gran?  It's me, Ken.  Ya, mhm, ya, fine.  Has my daddy left yet?"  I moved
to stand beside him, putting his hat on his head, Bear and Dozer standing a
bit back.

"Daddy?  Phew, glad I caught you.  Naw, she's fine.  Mhm, yep.  Doc said
something 'bout she's older and it's a false labor or something.  Yep, says
she's on track for next month like he said.  Nah, I'm with the boy, Nah,
it'll be fine.  OK, OK...  Sorry, I mean yes Sir."  Kenny turned to us, a
slight blush on his face for clearly being scolded.  "Daddy wants me to ask
Y'all if'n I can stay with Y'all for a spell, till they git back on the
third?"  Bear and I nodded happily.  "Y'all know that's like ten days,
right?"  We nodded again.

"We'll tell Ma and Pa, they'll make sure we are fine," I told him,
motioning him to get back on the phone.

"Yes Sir, they said it's fine.  No Sir, I'm sure you can call them to be
clear."  His call continued for a few more minutes, Kenny giving him the
Vet's number and also Bear's parent's number.  He finally hung up with a
resounding 'YEE-HAW,' grabbing me and spinning me around in a tight hug.



It was later, while we were bedding the animals for the night, Ken caught
me alone in the feed room.

"What do they call that thing when you see things in yer dreams," he asked?
"A pre-mo-mission?"

"A premonition," I corrected him.

"Yeah, one of them things.  My dream, what the buck told me.  Had to come
home, I needed a reason, so he makes Barbie sick so I gots to come home...
me needin' ta fess something ta someone," he stepped closer to me, his
gloved hands holding my neck, "which I done did."  He looked deeply into my
eyes and kissed me.

He stepped back, a slight look of worry on his face.  I held his hips and
smiled;

"It's OK cowboy, you can kiss me, bear doesn't mind."  Kenny shook his
head, pressing one gloved finger to my lips;

"He done told me to come help you, but how?  For what...?"





*****



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mysterious Indian, Isilly, as he speaks of help being needed and a meeting
of spirits?  The adventure is soon to continue...



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