Date: Sun, 27 May 2007 08:32:58 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Farm Boy in Love" by Jay Roberts  Gay Rural

==I know the combination of love and farm boy sound like country fun.  Well
there is country funin' for shur, but not what a child under 18 should read
about.  S-o-o-o if'n your under 18 go back to the farm, it's milkin' time.
If'n you don't like stories 'bout folks of the stallion sex gittin'
together, then you also should go away.  Rest of yer are as welcome as the
summer rains.


Wes and his grandfather owned a small dairy farm.  They had about 400 acres
and this was enough for their few cows to graze.  Right next to their farm
was five acres that no one seemed to own.  Mr. Westly, Dale's father
(you'll hear a lot about Dale in this story)

Found the land and offered money to the town to buy it.  He owned a RV that
was as big as a cattle car and he drug it up to the land and parked it
right next Wes and Gramps house.

Gramps was a little surprised as he was used to complete privacy all these
years.  Heretofore, the nearest neighbor was half a mile away.  That was
the farm that Zach and his brothers lived at.  Zach was nineteen, same as
Wes.  They both graduated high school and if plans went according
to...plans, they would both go to Aggie college together.

Zach was a big kid, weighted about 200 pounds of some muscle, but lots of
firm fat.  He was not the smartest teet on the utter, and for that reason
Wes was the boss of the two.  Didn't bother Zach, everything was always all
right with him.

The boys saw each other sometimes during the week, at night, after chores,
but Wes had to be home by nine to get to sleep, 'cause he had to get up
five AM for milk'.  Gramps used to do it, but since he got old, he just
hung around the house, pullin' on his jug.

When Zach and Wes were just coming into their early teens, the two of them
began to be more sexed up than a stud house.  Zach was pleased to attend to
Wes needs, sometimes without being asked.  He had a large steady hand and
he would draw down on Wes's long penis until it spit.  Wes would sigh and
moan and that pleased Zach a lot.  It never occurred to Wes to offer the
same service to his friend, but that was the unspoken arrangement they had.

The relationship of the boys took a turn when the new neighbor arrived with
his home on wheels.  He was a neat-looking gentleman, recently widowed.
His idea was to get his son's mind off mourning his mother and enjoying the
country air.  There was a nice fishing hole on the property and he hoped
that would keep Dale happy.

Dale was a handsome boy, six feet tall, twenty years old.  He had nice dark
wavy hair and a clipped moustache as well as light Billy Goat whiskers.
Wes fell in love with those whiskers, in fact what they was attached to
made him breathe fast.

Dale was a confident boy; girls and boys both liked him.  He could get a
sex partner with no trouble back in Los Angeles, but here, outside of that
farm boy next door, there was no one.  He had to admit that the kid next
door was really hot, about an inch shorter than he was, nice tanned skin.
He could see the boy's strong shoulders under the Bibb Overall straps.  The
boy was strong in the arms and his belly was lean.  "Probably a total
hick," thought Dale.

This particular day, chores were finished.  It was three o'clock and the
late spring sun was still out.  Wes decided to do something that was
totally uncharacteristic for him.  He went up to the little loft and
undressed.  He put on the only bathing suit he had, it was from an earlier
age and was pretty tight as well as very low on his hips, exposing the
slight straw colored public hair.  He looked in the mirror.  His own
imagine give him a bit of a stiffy.  He padded down the stairs and out on
the soft grass, taking a folding lounge chair with him.  He opened it up.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Dale sitting on the foldout steps
of the RV, smoking a cigarette.  Wes lay down on his back.  The sun felt
nice and kindly on his bare skin.  A gentle breeze blew across his strong,
tan chest and caused his nubs to rise in little erections.

He knew that Dale could see him plainly.  "No doubt, I am acting like a
randy chicken, trying to get layed by the rooster."  He was going to think
"cock", but he quickly changed his thoughts.

As the warm sun lulled him into a welcome half nap, he felt suddenly
cooler.  He squinted his eyes and saw Dale standing at his feet, blocking
the sun.  "You got nice feet farm boy, perfect toes and high arches.  Can I
touch them?"

Wes gulped.  This was better than any present he ever got in his life,
including the carved milkin' stool that Gramps carved for him.  "I'd admire
you do it, friend."

Dale pushed Wes's legs aside and sat on the end of the lounge.  He lifted
one leg and put it on his lap.  It landed on his bare upper leg, the fuzzy
hairs tickling Wes.  He stroked the instep.  Wes signed with awakening
passion.  Then he stroked each of the toes, as if he was masturbating them.
"I see you like this."

"I do," said Wes clearing his throat a few times.

"I mean your dick is pushing hard against your bathing suit.  Why don't you
take it off and give it some room?"

"Oh my, that idea just makes me lose my head.  Kin you take 'em off for me.
My hands are shakin' so."

"Sure boy, I don't mind.  But remember, anything I do for you has to be
paid back."

"I'd admire to do anythin' to make you happy.  My friend Zach and I, we
larned some nice ways to make each other happy."

By this time the bathing trunks were off and down at his hairless, tan
ankles.  Dale whistled.  "Thank a real fine farm dick.  Nice shape and it's
rising up and taking a look at the world.  Here I go.  Nice boy, you want
me to push your cover back?  That's good, you dripping a little farm
honey."

Poor Wes's eyes were rolling from the attention of this hot city boy and
his insolent hands.  His penis was up and jumpin' with excitement and he
felt that in a moment he might just deliver the milk.  "Oh Dale, I think
it's coming soon.  Would you do what Zach does, jest as I 'bout to cum,
kiss me strong?"

Well Dale was not the kissing type usually, in fact he rarely gave
pleasure, he was a receiver and too often took advantage of kids who were
enamored of him.  But this sweet looking, delicious smelling farm boy had
turned his head completely.  He asked for a lot, but it was hard to refuse
his requests, they were a blend of firmness and innocence.  Dale leaned
down and placed his lips against the full lips below him.  Immediately he
experienced the sweet farm breath made up of good milk and homegrown food.
He lost himself in that kiss.  But soon Wes's lips began to tremble under
the kiss and his tongue reached out as he whimpered and thrust wildly, his
cock spewing like a rural fire hose.

At last Wes settled down.  "Oh my, that was real fine, the best I ever had.
Yur hand on my fundamentals is so fine.  Now I think I should do something
nice for you.  I think yur city organ is awantin'."  He reached his hand
and felt Dale's crotch, then followed the swelling down one pants leg.  "Oh
he's reach hard and long and he just gave a few jumps.  I know you need an
emptying."

Wes pulled Dales shorts down.  He had no underwear.  His long cock sprang
up.  Wes wasted no time, he bent down and took the hot pulsating organ into
his mouth and allowed his smooth pink tongue to journey and discover all
the sensitive places.  Dale had enjoyed many a blowjob from his admirers,
but this was already sending him into orbit.  He was puffing like an
overloaded steam engine.  "Farm Boy suck me now.  I am dying here."

Now Wes had only a small amount of experience but this was the boy he was
in total lust and love for.  He took a deep breath and slid the tasty cock
into his mouth.  Dale howled in pleasure.  "Oh shit, you're so hot, I don't
know how long I can hold on."

Wes let go a moment, "Handsome Dale, don't hold on.  Let yur good neighbor
give you good feelins'."

Even if Dale was able to stop the inevitable he would not.  It had been
weeks since he had sex and he was so horny he had to take a cold shower
every morning.  He let out a sigh of acceptance and slid like greased pig
into his orgasm, squeezing Wes's shoulders and beating his fists in
orgasmic abandon.

Wes drank up all he could offer and licked the head to be sure he had all
the nectar.  "Well Dale, you sure seemed to enjoy that.  I mighty well
tried to do my best."

"It was probably the best I ever felt."  He got up and put on his shorts.
My Dad should be coming home soon, I better get back to the RV.

Wes felt immediate loss.  "Dale, kin we git together tonight?"

"I'd like to be I have to go to town."

That night Wes was restless during supper with Gramps.  "What's with you
grandson, yur as jumpy as a horse with foal?  Yur vittles are needin'
eaten."

"It's okay Gramps.  I guess I jes got too much sun outside today.  Guess
I'll check on the barn an' take a walk round."

Actually he wanted to see if his young neighbor was home.  Dale had a real
hold on him.  He couldn't think of anything but Dales warm hands and those
clinging lips.  He felt almost like he was sick or something.  Maybe he
ought to visit the vet who took care of their livestock but also did a
little people curing too.  As he rounded toward the barn he saw Dale.  He
was just about to call out to him when he realized that he was with
someone.  He walked quietly toward the RV and looked in the window.  There
was Dale, his shirt off and another boy was stroking his chest.  He could
see that the other boy was naked.  He could even see his big penis sticking
out and, oh no, Dale's hand was grasping it.  Wes felt physically ill.  He
crept back home and up the stairs to his bedroom and fell on the bed.  He
tossed and turned for an hour before falling into a fitful sleep.

The next day he went over to Zach's farm.  He told his old friend
everything that had happened.  "Wes, I know the signs very well, you're not
sick you have a bad case of love for that fella."

It felt so good to have a friend to talk to.  Pretty soon they were quiet
and Wes sat down on the couch on the porch.  "No one's home, Wes.  You all
need a little comforting."  He pointed to his hand.

"I do, but I think 'bout how Dale made me feel bad and I think maybe I
wasn't nice to you all these years.  Cummear."

Poor Zach was gasping with excitement.  "Wes, you don't hafta, lessen you
really want."

"I really want."

Zach sat down next to him.  Wes opened Zach's overalls, slipped them off
his shoulders.  "Stand up, friend," Wes said.  As he did, his overalls slid
down his body and pooled at his ankles.  "You know you have a very nice
body.  Shoulda noticed before."

He took hold of the boy's fat prick and wiped his thumb over the head.
Zach swayed and almost collapsed, so Wes put one arm around his legs to
hold him up and picked up his penis which also met his hand.  Zach was
leaking like a broken milking machine and huffing and puffing.  "Wes, I
know it's crazy, but I may just spew out in a moment."

Wes just made signs of encouragement and continued his perfect hot
stroking, up and down, under the heavy balls, back again behind the
foreskin, finally Zach and his cock could take no more.  "Git outa the way,
here it comes."  That boy could really deliver the milk, streams shot out
as he moaned and groaned in ecstasy.  At that moment, Wes thought his
friend was the dearest thing in the world and the duopolistic Dales was
forgotten for the moment.  He stood up, helped Zach with his overalls and
he kissed Zach on his cheek.

Wes had to get back.  Milkin' time was coming.  As he passed the RV Dale
ran out.  "I saw you coming through the window.  Let's get together."

"Got milkin' chores," he said gruffly.

"You mad at me?"

"Not zackly I jes think you don't need me now you got that fancy boy."

Dale came close and put his hands on Wes's shoulders.  "So that's it.  I
met that kid in the movies in town.  He's nothing to me, just a fuck, but
you....you're special.  Don't be mad at me, I like you so much."

Wes couldn't stay mad at Dale.  First off, he was generous and forgiving by
nature, secondly he was deeply in love with Dale.  "Dale, I did see that
other fella and I guess I got hurt, but we're not married, you gotta right
to have a...a fling."

"Never again.  It's you and me.  Hey, can I watch you do you chores?"

And so they entered the barn.  Wes washed his hands carefully and then put
on sterile gloves.  The cows all knew him and was glad that they could get
rid of their milk that was beginning to pain them.  Wes set the carved
stool down under the cow, took two teets and aimed them into the pale.  He
pulled gently and the milk splashed.  Dale put a warm hand on his neck.
"Ooh that looks so sexy.  I'm pretending that it's my prick you are
pulling."

"Well don't be shy neighbor boy, move over, get yur teet out and we'll see
'bout milkin' it."

Dale laughed at the silly idea, but he did take out his nice long smooth
cock.  It dangled down at first and Wes put his strong farm boy hands
around the shaft.  It slide down gently, then took hold again and slid.  He
got a rhythm going and Dale stopped laughing as he began breathing hard.
"Oh shit, this feels so good."  Pretty soon his slim hips began pushing
forward and backward and he began his cum crooning song.

Wes knew that his love was having a real good time and he intensified his
stroking until the boy shouted, "Shit you did it."  He began shooting on
the straw floor of the barn, finally when he stopped, Wes had finished this
cow and he jumped up and kissed the boy firmly.

"I like to help you with your chores.  We should do this every night."

He may have meant it at the time, but Wes gradually came to realize that
Dale was flighty.  Twice in the coming weeks, he spied him coming up the
path to the RV with a boy.  He was real possessive, with his elegant arm
around the kid, laughing into his face.

It's like Gramps says, thought Wes, "Some dogs are barn dogs; other are
roamers.  Dale was a roamer."

Wes shook his head with resignation.  He felt like he was kicked by a mule,
but then he smiled, there was always Zach.  He felt a little tightness in
his pants.  "Maybe I'll pay a visit this afternoon to ol' Zach."


End


The story could have omitted the tomcatting of Dale.  Dale could have tried
to introduce Wes to fucking, or perhaps Wes could have talked Dale into
getting his first fuck.  I didn't go there because I wanted to show poor
Wes's first kick in the pants.  And then his old friend Zach is waiting at
home.  Do you remember it, it's the story of the Blue Bird.