Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 18:57:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jess Sudhir <jesssudhir@yahoo.com>
Subject: farmboys-and-ghettoboyz/rivers&rydes (incest, interracial, rural)

farmboys and ghettoboyz
Part Two:  rivers&rydes
by Jess Sudhir

As I watched, it happened again.  The ram leaned forward, straining against
the cord that bound it to the post.  Its stupid eyes blinked rapidly and
its jaw dropped open, with a facial expression that was all too familiar.
Under its shaggy body, a spearlike shape suddenly darted into view, a long,
thin cock, springing free of its woolly sheath and quivering in the air.

I had now seen this three or four times.  The ram was obviously suffering
deeply from sexual frustration, a sensation I knew more than a little
about.  But unlike me, the poor creature didn't have any hands to help
itself out.  I had to do something out of decency, and a sense of
brotherhood between man and animal.

I looked around furtively.  The pen was shielded from the view of the
house, and none of the other boys were around.  I sidled close to the
fence, and waited.  Soon enough, the ram's cock was shooting forward again.
This time, I reached through the fence and grasped it.  It felt strange and
bony, not like my rod at all.

How ever it felt to me, it was obviously heaven to the ram, which began
bleating furiously and bucking its hips.  I was suddenly glad that the
fence was there to protect me.

A sudden intuition made me look around.  Shit!  My brother was coming.
Quickly I jerked my hand back, but not before it was covered in a thin,
strong smelling dose of ram cum!  Great, now I had to try to hide my hand.

"Playing with all your friends, punk?" said Tyshawn.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, grinning nervously.  Surprisingly, Tyshawn seemed to
be nervous too.  He was a bit out of breath, even though he hadn't been
walking that fast.

"Look, I'm about to go to the river with the twins," said Tyshawn.

"Why?" I said.  "Where's your boyfriend Bobby?"

Wham!  I was knocked to the ground by a fist to the face.  As my head
cleared, I looked up to see Tyshawn glowering over me.

"Shuddup!"  he said.  "You're the faggot not me!"

"Okay okay," I whimpered.  "I didn't mean anything by it."

Slowly Tyshawn's face cleared.

"Well, just don't even think about following the twins and me," he said.
"If you do, I'll murder you.  I'll beat you so hard, you'll be the only
nigga in heaven in a wheelchair."

He turned and stalked away, with me following at a discreet and well-hidden
distance.  I mean, what little brother could possibly resist an invitation
like that?

As Tyshawn met up with Sid and Frankie, it was obvious the three of them
were up to something, the way they all kept breaking into nervous giggles,
and the way my brother kept looking all around him suspiciously.  But I was
an old hand at trailing Tyshawn and the countryside had plenty of trees to
hide behind.  So they never saw me.

Then inspiration struck.  By this time, I had been to the river a couple of
times, and I knew where the Boysen's liked to swim.  It was a wide creek in
the middle of a little forest.  If I ran on ahead, I could get there first
and hide in the bushes.

It's amazing that it worked.  But by the time they got to the riverside,
the three of them were so focused that they didn't notice anything like a
suspiciously swaying bush.  The tension in the air was so thick, you could
cut it with a knife.

"I changed my mind," said Tyshawn roughly.  "I don't think I can do it."

"Come on," said Sid.  "There's no one around.  We do it all the time."

Tyshawn was panting slightly.

"No, it freaks me out."

"You told us you wanted to skinny dip," said Frankie.  "This is your
chance."

Like a snake, he slithered gracefully out of his pants, standing naked and
unashamed on the creek side.  I almost tumbled out of my hiding place.  He
was so beautiful, a well defined, lightly tanned chest and tight stomach,
soft brown hair hanging over his eyes, and a cute little dick hanging down
from a patch of fuzzy pubic hair.

"Yeah," said Sid.  "We're gonna do it whether you do or not."

In a moment, he was standing naked next to his twin, the doubled perfection
almost too much to bear.  I couldn't help but notice Sid's dick hung
slightly to the left, Frankie's to the right.

Tyshawn's eyes bugged out, and he sat down heavily against a tree.

"Yeah, you go on," he said.  "I'll just watch.  I mean!  Not that I'll be
watching!"

"We don't mind," said Frankie.  He causally reached down and jangled his
brother's dick as easily as if it had been his own, causing both Tyshawn
and I to twitch.

"Last one in..." said Sid, jumping into the water.

I could faintly hear Tyshawn mumbling to himself as the two naked whiteboys
frolicked in the creek scant yards away from either of us.  The bare asses
flashing in and out of the water were almost hypnotic.

"Come on!" said Freddy.  "It's just us.  You didn't mind getting naked with
Bobby!"

"That's different," said Tyshawn.  "That's indoors."

"Coward," said Sid.

"I'm gonna swim in my underwear," said Tyshawn, slowly stripping of his
clothes.  As his pants slid down, it became clear why he was so reluctant.
The thin gray fabric underneath was barely restraining a massive boner.
The twins giggled, but pretended not to notice.

"Turn around and I'll come in," said Tyshawn.

The twins complied.  From where I was, I could clearly see a pair of
identical dicks ramping up in unison.  On the shore, Tyshawn quickly tore
off his underwear and I caught the briefest glance of huge black cock
before he was immersed in the muddy water.

"Hooray" shouted the twins, as they turned back around, making no effort to
hide the erections now jutting proudly from their crotches.  My own dick
was so hard it hurt, but I didn't dare jerk-off for fear of attracting
attention.

In fact there was little fear of that, as the twins were entirely occupied
by finding every opportunity to rub up against my gorgeous brother.  He was
a bit bigger than them, but with their two-on-one assault, they were able
to dunk him repeatedly.  And every time I saw him twitch, I knew a white
hand had "accidentally" brushed against his black cock.

Finally, they got out, and sat on the shore, all three as hard as rocks,
although no one said anything.  They were so close to me, I could almost
reach out and touch the nearest twin.

There was silence for a long moment, and then Tyshawn spoke.

"Is it true..." he said.  "Um... what Bobby told me... about you two?"

His dick suddenly cranked up another impossible inch, until it was
quivering forward like my friend the ram's.

"What's that?"  said Sid.  He draped his arm carelessly over his brother's
bare wet shoulder.

"That you... that..."

"That we like to play together?" said Frankie.  Just as carelessly, his
hand went over to his brother's hard cock, and began jerking it.  "That's
true."

"That's sick!" said Tyshawn.  "You're brothers!"

His own hand was on his dick by this time, almost as if he didn't realize
it was happening.  My hand was on my dick too.

"What about you?" said Frankie.  "You and Derrone, ever?"

"No!" spat Tyshawn, dropping his hand.  "Never!  Black guys don't do shit
like that."

Sid shrugged, and then turned and kissed his brother full on the lips.

"This is so wrong!" said Tyshawn.  He was stroking openly now, his big hand
running up and down the black cock, as the two white boys, so alike in
appearance, kissed deeply and long, as if they were as oblivious to
Tyshawn's presence as to mine.

"Sick, sick, sick," Tyshawn repeated over and over, like a mantra.

"Wanna join us?" said Frankie.

"No..." breathed Tyshawn unconvincingly.

"Suit yourself," said Sid.  "It's not often we invite anyone else... even
Bobby."

With his other hand he pushed Frankie gently down onto the ground.

"Roll over," he ordered.

Frankie obediently got up on his hands and knees.

"Watch and learn," said Sid.  Walking in front of Frankie, he pushed his
dick deep into his twin's throat.  Turning his eyes heavenward, he shook
and gasped, but only for a minute.  Then he withdrew his dripping cock.

"That should be wet enough," he said.  Stepping to the rear, he positioned
his dick carefully at his brother's hole.

"Fuck me Sid," said Frankie.  "Go ahead!"

Without waiting for a second invitation, Sid pushed in, driving his dick up
and inside his twin.  Both gasped and shuddered in unison, and then Sid
really began to work it, slamming his hips back and forth as his brother
yelped and moaned.  The sight of the two identical whiteboys fucking each
other was beyond belief.

Scant inches from this scene, Tyshawn was jerking off furiously, pausing
only to oil his dick with spit.

"Hell with it," he muttered, applying an enormous wad of spittle to his
cock head.  Going over to Sid, he positioned himself behind him, pushing
his chest down towards his brother's back.

"Wait!" said Sid, pausing in his pumping.  "I'm a fucker not a fuckee!  You
can fuck Frankie!"

Tyshawn mumbled something incomprehensible, and continued to guide his
black dick towards Sid's tight white ass.

"It's too big," said Sid.  "You're huge."  He stiffened and then relaxed,
wordless sounds escaping his mouth, as his brother continued to squirm
beneath him.

"Uh, uh, uh" said Tyshawn, as he suddenly slammed inside, and then began to
pump in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing speed.

"Aw shit," said Sid, pinned between the black boy behind him, and the twin
beneath him.  "It hurts... but it feels so good!"

Tyshawn said nothing, but continued his rhythmic assault, each thrust
sending Sid deeper into his twin's ass.  As I clawed desperately at my
crotch, I saw Frankie turn his head and look straight at me, his glassy
eyes clouded in pleasure.  I imagined I was the one fucking him, I the one
losing myself inside his helpless white flesh as I pumped faster and faster
and harder and harder until UHHHHHHHHH!

I screamed, but no one heard me, because we must have all come together,
Frankie's dick spurting out a fountain of cum that mingled with mine as
both arched into the depths of the creek.

"Man," said Sid, as he slowly extricated himself, and ruefully rubbed his
sore ass.  "That kid's a monster."

Tyshawn said nothing, but dressed hurriedly, and skittered off into the
woods.

"Now you know what it feels like for me," said Frankie.

"As if!" said Sid.  "My dick isn't half the size of that big black log.
Well maybe half!"

"Did you like it?" said Frankie.

"Yeah," said Sid.  "Yeah, I did."

He gathered up his clothes and left.  Frankie followed, but not before
stopping to give me a wave and a wink.

------

As I walked past the stable on my way back to the farm, I thought I heard a
funny crying sound coming from inside.  It took my eyes a little while to
adjust to the dark, and by that time Randy had had stopped but I could tell
that it had been him.

"Oh, there you are," he said in a rough voice, as he brushed down the
stable's occupant, a large black workhorse.  "I thought you had gone with
the rest of the assholes."

"Why do you hate them so much?" I asked.

Randy dropped the brush and turned to look at me.

"Because they're older and bigger," he said, with surprising honesty.  "And
they never include me."

"Yeah," I said.  "I feel that way with my brother sometimes."

"I was hoping you'd be younger than me," said Randy.  "So I could have a
little brother for a change.  Except I wouldn't be mean to my little
brother.  I'd show him how to do everything and take him places and stuff."

"I'm only a few months older," I said.  "Plus, I don't know anything about
living on a farm.  So you can pretend I'm younger, if you want, and show me
stuff."

A mixture of hope and suspicion crossed Randy's face.

"Like what?" he said.  I looked around.

"Like... horseback riding," I said.  "I've never done that.

Randy's face lit up and he began saddling up the horse as he chattered to
me about the finer points of horseriding.  It was amazing how much cuter he
looked with a smile on his face, and I was swept by a sudden unexpected
feeling of lust deep in my stomach.

The lust was immediately followed by fear as I contemplated the massive
muscular haunches of the old horse.  Did I really want a horse ride?

"For your first time," said Randy, "it might be best if you ride behind me
and let me hold the reins.  Is that okay?"

Well maybe it was, and maybe it wasn't, but that was an offer I couldn't
refuse.  It was the thought of pressing up against Randy gave me the
motivation to somehow climb aboard.

"Reach your hands in front," said Randy, "and grab the saddle horn."

My heart almost stopped when I touched the little hard knob, but of course
it was only a hunk of metal attached to the saddle.  It was okay though,
because it meant I had to press my bare chest right up against Randy's
shirtless back.  I could feel his bony ribs digging into my arms, and the
breath flowing in and out of his lungs.

"Gee up," said Randy, and we were off.  After a moment we settled into an
easy trot, and after a moment of panic I started to like the motion.  Like
it a lot, in fact, because it caused me to rub slowly up and down against
Randy's body.  When I had put my pants back on earlier, I had left my dick
in the "up" position, so it was now trapped between us, being roughly
buffeted by Randy's ass rocking back and forth in front of me.  Could he
feel it?  There was a lot of fabric between us, but I was hard as a rock.

"There's not much to it," said Randy.  "Dobbin pretty much knows the trail
himself."

It was true he didn't seem to be doing much with the reins.  We rode along
in silence for a moment, turning off the road, and into a path through the
trees.

"Hold up a second," Randy finally said, bringing the horse to a stop.  "Let
go of the saddle horn for a moment."

I did so, wrapping my arms around his chest for support, as he fiddled with
something in front of him.

"Okay," he said.  "You can grab onto it again."

I couldn't stifle a gasp of surprise as my hands closed.  Did he really
think I wouldn't notice?  What I was holding onto was still hard and
stubby, but it wasn't a saddle horn.  It was warm hard flesh.  I was
hanging on to Randy.

Intuitively I understood the game.  We would both pretend that I didn't
realize I was now grabbing a dick.  But two can play at that game.

"Wait up a second," I said.  Liberating my own "horn" from it's fabric
prison, I let it ride freely up and down in the sweat between our bodies.
True to our game, Randy pretended not to notice, but merely spurred the
horse up again.

I had never had sex, but it had te feel like this!  The jogging motion of
the horse now felt a thousand times better than before, and as my hands
slid up and down the "saddle horn," I knew it was the same for Randy.

I don't know how long we rode, I was in a daze of pleasure, with the only
sound being the beating of the hooves, and the soft moans from Randy and
me.  By now, the reins had fallen completely out of his grasp and the horse
was guiding itself --faithful old worker that it was.

I hardly noticed that we had emerged from the woods until the horse
suddenly broke into a canter.  It had sighted the home stable!  I knew we
had to stop at the risk of being seen, but it felt too good, especially now
the horse was going so fast, and we were bouncing up and down against each
other grinding grinding grinding, his flushed red dick in my dark-skinnned
hands, my big brown dick against his pale freckled back... until we came to
a sudden halt inside the stable, and came in gushing spurts.

I anointed Randy's back, as I had before, where as his spunk landed mainly
on poor old Dobbin's nose.  Afterwards, we sat perched in exhausted
silence, and then I reached forward, and slowly massaged my seed into
Randy's sun-baked skin.

He sighed, and leaned back against me.  But just then I caught sight of
something that made my blood run cold.  A face, peering in through the
slats of the barn.  It was Tyshawn!  He didn't know I had seen him, so I
tried to act casual, sliding off the horse on the far side, and quickly
stuffing myself back in my pants.

"Um, I have to go," I said, twitching my head at the gap in the slats.

Randy's face darkened, but he quickly made himself presentable and nodded.

"Thanks for the horseride," I said.

A quick smile crossed his face again.

"Anytime," he said.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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Hey everyone, hope you enjoy this.  This is chapter two of three total...
there was only going to be two chapters, but I couldn't fit all the sex in!

This series was inspired by the stories "my brothers love" and "River Fun"
by "Donny"

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