Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1999 10:30:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: "D.Z." <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys on the Farm-6

This is a story about 2 teenage guys who discover man
sex and love for each other while on a summer vacation
at the farm. It begins slowly but builds in intensity
as the days go by and their relationship deepens. If
you are underage, or if man to man sex or normal
reproductive acts of farm animals offend you then you
should move on to something else. I would appreciate
any comments emailed to me at ndman72@yahoo.com. BOYS
ON THE FARM is a work of pure fiction -- the
characters and the events do not represent any person
or situation. Copyright 1999. All Rights Reserved.
Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or
publication.


BOYS ON THE FARM

Day Six

In the morning Grandpa found the boys sleeping
soundly. Tristan had snuggled up to David during the
night and was holding him with one arm. 'Looks like
these boys are pretty close friends, maybe too close',
he mused. 'Hope David isn't queer and doesn't get hurt
as a result of this friendship.' With that thought on
his mind he knocked on the door jamb and announced
loudly, "TIME TO GET UP BOYS SO WE CAN GO TO THE FAIR!
LET'S GET GOING!" As soon as the boy's eyes popped
open he turned and went downstairs.

The boys sat up with a start and looking at the clock,
David saw it was 6:30 a.m. It was just turning light
outside. Tristan quickly moved away from David and
climbed out of bed, his morning hardon making an
enormous tent in his boxers. He felt a little guilty
that Grandpa caught them sleeping the way they were.

David saw Tristan's tent and smirked while pointing at
Tristan's crotch. It didn't help his morning hardon
subside either. After pushing his erect cock aside for
a a quick look at his ballsack to check for any
changes, David slipped on his briefs and got dressed
in blue jeans and a green shirt. He stood waiting for
Tristan to finish dressing. "Come on, slowpoke, let's
get downstairs," he urged.

Tristan never was a morning person and was moving a
little slowly while putting on his socks. "Yeah, yeah,
I'm coming," he replied sleepily. Tristan had his blue
jeans and a red shirt on already.

Down the stairs they went and turned into the bathroom
for a double piss at the toilet. David pulled out his
uncut cock and started to piss.

Tristan thought it was cool the way David's piss
stream looked since the foreskin made the stream seem
to gush from his cock. He wrestled his still semi-hard
cock out of his jeans and pointed it at the toilet. It
took him a moment to get his piss started despite his
full bladder as he was fighting against the desire for
an erection. Finally he got a full stream flowing and
finished just as David was done brushing his teeth.
Shaking the drops out of his meaty soft cock, Tristan
gave it a couple of extra rubs.

"Hey, you horny pervert, quit that and get your teeth
brushed," David urged quietly. "You can take care of
it later," he said with a quick smile.

With a grimace for David, Tristan stuffed himself back
into his jeans. He started brushing his teeth while
David left to go into the kitchen for breakfast. And
what a breakfast it was! Grandma was dishing up a
heaping pile of bacon, eggs, and hash browns. A pile
of toast and pitcher of orange juice was waiting on
the table.

"Eat up", she said. "It will be a long time before you
get lunch today after the parade is over."

Tristan came in and joined David at the table. The
breakfast was delicious and they stuffed themselves
full.

Next they went outside and started helping Grandpa.
The diesel engine in the truck was noisily idling and
making clouds of white smoke. Grandpa had already
backed it up to the stock chute and they were just in
time to help him load the 4 mares and the 3 colts.
Each mare was led up the chute and their halter rope
was tied to a U-bolt in the truck box. Then they
backed the truck up to a long, low trailer that had
twin ramps leading from the back of it to the ground.
After David helped Grandpa by guiding him back to the
trailer, they watched him hook it up and connect the
wires for the brakes.

"Wait here, I'll be right back with the stagecoach,"
Grandpa told the boys.

Tristan looked at David with his eyebrows raised. He
didn't understand how Grandpa could move that heavy
stagecoach all by himself. David smiled and nodded his
head. The next moment they heard another engine start
in the machine shed and after some sounds of
maneuvering, out came Grandpa sitting on a small red
tractor pulling the stagecoach. With a lifetime of
operating equipment under his belt, Grandpa expertly
backed the stagecoach up onto the trailer and then
shut off the engine of the tractor.

After tying down the stagecoach and tractor they
climbed into the truck cab and were on their way to
the county fair! It was an exciting ride for more than
one reason for Tristan. There they sat, high above the
ground with David sitting in the middle, between
Grandpa and Tristan. As they traveled down the road
the big diesel engine was fun to listen to as it
worked--a low roar combined with a high pitched whine
that came and went as Grandpa shifted through the
gears.

But it was the bouncing and moving of the cab that
affected Tristan the most! For the entire trip, which
lasted over an hour, Tristan's cock was stimulated by
the motions and powerful sounds of the truck ride.
Trapped in his jeans, Tristan's cock throbbed and
strained for release. He could feel a wet spot forming
in his boxers from the precum which was dripping out
of his piss slit.

Finally they were there! Tristan jumped out of the
truck and quickly arranged his cramped cock into a
better position. Immediately he turned to David and
asked, "Where are the rest rooms--I need to go bad!"

David pointed off towards the carnival trucks and
tents saying, "Just over by those tents there are some
rest rooms."

"Thanks, I'll be right back." Tristan took off at a
quick walk--his still hard and aching cock bouncing
slightly with every step. There it was, the men's
restroom! He entered the dim interior and spotted
several urinals along one wall and a row of toilet
stalls along the other.

Feeling incredibly horny Tristan headed for a urinal.
He couldn't honestly tell which urge was more
imperative, the urge to take a piss or the urge to get
his rocks off. Both urges were demanding some
immediate relief. He walked quickly over to the
urinal, unsnapping his jeans as he walked and pulling
his jeans open wide to relieve some of the pressure on
his swollen meat and maneuvering his hard cock out the
fly of his briefs.

He aimed his hard cock at the urinal, patiently
waiting for his dick to get the signal from his brain
that a piss stream should be flowing. Shit! It wasn't
working! His bladder wanted to bust and he needed to
piss! "OK," Tristan thought, "Maybe things are still a
little to restricted." His next step was to reroute
his dick out of his jockies and pull his underwear
down below his balls so they could drop more
naturally. "Ahhh, that did it," he mentally breathed a
sigh of relief as a thin stream of piss finally began
to flow. He must have pissed a gallon, at least it
felt like it and took as long too!

Finally the yellow stream dribbled to a stop,
satisfying the most demanding urge but his cock
remained heavy and primed for some sex. Shaking the
last drops of piss out of his cock revived his hardon
and Tristan began to stroke his meaty cock with his
left hand. His right hand began to wander from his
belly and down to his balls, pushing them around in
their fleshy sack. Precum was already seeping out of
his cockhead and he promptly used it as lube. He
rubbed the flared end of his cock with his closed
hand, generating a rapidly mounting tension in his
'nads. He needed to get his rocks off so bad, it was
time to quit playing and get serious! Tristan lubed up
his teenage fuck pole with spit and proceeded to
masturbate with long strokes the full length of his 7
inches. His hips began to move and thrust in response
to his urges and his orgasm was imminent. Five more
hard, quick strokes and Tristan was moaning and
spewing his streams of cum, splashing it into the
urinal in front of him. At that moment his only
awareness was of his cock and his overwhelming need to
squirt his man-juice through his near-to-bursting
organ. With that mission accomplished Tristan began to
relax and milk the remainder of his cum from his now
deflating cock.

What was that!?! Someone was outside and now the door
to the restroom was opening! 'Oh Shit! What do I do
now?" Tristan mentally panicked. Quickly he shuffled
up really close to the urinal and pretended he was
there only taking a leak.

"Hey dude, what's been taking you?" David asked as he
caught sight of Tristan.

"Oh God David, you scared me," Tristan managed to talk
over the pounding of his heart.

David walked up to a urinal near Tristan and digs out
his pisser. ""Grandpa said he was about ready to drive
the horses over to line up for the parade. I said I
had to take a leak too and that I would see what was
taking you so long."

"Man, David, that truck ride gave me a major stiffy!
And I had to take a monster piss too so it's taken me
a while 'cuz I couldn't piss before my hardon went
down."

"Oh. Are you done then?" David asked with a wicked
grin.

"Yeah." Tristan replied as he shook off his dick and
began putting himself together.

David couldn't resist throwing another little jab at
Tristan. "Did everything come out ok then?" David
finished his piss and gave his uncut cock a shake or
two before tucking it back in his pants.

"Damn straight it did. You shoulda been here."

With that remark David let the subject drop. He was
pretty sure he knew what Tristan was doing but wasn't
sure how he should react.

Tristan washed his hands before joining David who was
waiting to go back to where Grandpa was waiting for
them. As the boys approached the horses, they could
see a thin stream of piss coming down between the
mare's legs. As they got closer they saw Grandpa
standing between the mares, obviously taking care of
nature's call.

"We're back!" David announced as they came walking up.

Grandpa looked over his shoulder as he put himself
back together and raised his eyebrows at Tristan while
he remarked, "I was starting to wonder if you had
gotten lost, you were gone so long."

"I'm sorry I worried you. I really needed to sit on
the toilet for a while." Tristan told Grandpa. "David
said you're about ready to go."

"Yep, get your hat and BB gun out of the truck. You
might want to bring a soda and a snack or two out of
the cooler. We'll be sitting in that parade line for
quite some time before it will be our turn to go."

"Ok". Tristan did as he was told and brought David's
things as well. Then David was back and they
clip-clopped their way down the streets, both boys
riding on top of the stagecoach. The boys sat on top
of the stagecoach holding their BB guns, trying to
look serious but not succeeding as the delight from
being in the parade would start them grinning and
waving at the crowd. It was a very fun morning, riding
through town with Grandpa behind the team of horses,
waving at the crowds. They saw Grandma sitting in the
crowd of onlookers and waved especially to her.

The fair parade ended at the fair grounds and so they
parked the stagecoach and unharnessed the horses.
Grandpa drove four big iron stakes into the ground and
tied a horse to each one with a long rope. The horses
started eating the grass around them and the colts
were allowed to nurse.

About this time Grandma drove up in her car and came
over. "Well, you boys sure looked nice sitting up on
that stagecoach," she said with a smile and a hug for
each boy. "Are you guys hungry yet?"

"Sure are!"

"Well then, let's find a food booth that has something
you guys want to eat!" And off they all went, ready to
eat some of that food that was sending delicious
smells their way. The boys ate their fill of fast
food--hot dogs smothered with onions and ketchup,
curly french fries, and large containers of soda.
Grandma and Grandpa said they would wait and eat at
the church-sponsored lunch booth.

When the boys were done eating they were given
permission to look around until 2:45 when the
demolition derby started. And after that, they would
be able to ride the carnival rides for a couple of
hours before they had to go back to the farm. David
and Tristan didn't know how they could ever have more
fun than what they were having that day!

There were so many things to look at: machinery, 4-H
and FFA exhibits, and homemaker displays, and
especially the livestock. There were horses, cattle,
sheep, pigs, chickens, goats, and rabbits of every
kind entered in the livestock judging contests. And
the people! There were people everywhere, moving,
talking, eating, participating in the activities!
Tristan found himself checking out many of the teenage
guys, wishing he could get lucky and see what some of
them were packing beneath their pants. David was the
tour guide,
as he had attended the county fair for a couple of
years.

The demolition derby was a "smashing affair"! Fifteen
cars and their drivers did their utmost to smash into
another contestant's car and disable it. There were
non-stop crashes--at times an unlucky car would be hit
from three directions at the same time! Finally, after
much noise and dust, there was only one car still
moving.

After the wrecks were towed away, there was another
demolition derby--only this time with old combines! If
that wasn't a sight! Four old combines of various
colors--red, orange, green, and yellow--entered the
arena and began the battle of behemoths! It was
exciting and scary! One combine was tipped over and
the crowd held its collective breath until it was
discovered that the operator was not hurt. Eventually,
only the red combine was still operational--dented and
bashed but still moving.

By now it was late afternoon and the boys were anxious
to ride the attractions of the carnival. They stood in
line to buy wristbands for unlimited rides and then
they were ready! They rode every ride but returned
time after time to those that went the fastest and
pulled your body in all directions.

It was great...until Tristan got sick. He had tried to
ignore his upset stomach and keep up to David for the
several rides until the last one that took them around
and upside in a fast circle time after time. That did
it! Tristan lost the contents of his stomach and
unavoidably it landed all over his front! His stomach
hurt bad, his head hurt bad, and his surroundings
wouldn't keep still. He was so embarrassed.

"Oh God, David, I'm so sick", moaned Tristan. "Help me
back to the truck--I've got to wash off and lay down."
He started to drunkenly stagger towards the truck.

They made better progress when David grabbed Tristan's
arm to steady him as they walked. Tristan was a mess!
First thing they did when they got back to the truck
was find a hose and rinse off Tristan's clothes.
Tristan rinsed his mouth too and took several swallows
of the cold water, hoping it would help settle his
stomach. In moments that came back up too. In the
meantime David had spread a tarp that was in the truck
on the grass in the shade. He helped Tristan lay down
on it. That was a little better, at least when Tristan
shut his eyes the world quit moving.

"I'm going to find Grandpa and Grandma," David said
anxiously. "Is there anything else you need before I
leave?"

"No, just hurry back," was the barely audible reply.

David left running to find his grandparents. Maybe
they would know what to do for Tristan! It took
several minutes of searching by David for him to find
his grandparents. They hurried back to the truck and
David worried while his grandparents talked with
Tristan. They decided it was a very bad case of motion
sickness since David ate the same foods and wasn't
sick and Tristan told them he would get car sick when
he was small.

They loaded everything up and headed for home. Despite
the rinsing Tristan's clothes received, they still
reeked and they drove home with the windows wide open.
Tristan leaned against David the entire trip home with
his eyes closed--he couldn't stand to see any motion.
Once they arrived back at the farm, David walked with
Tristan up to the house and got him in the bathroom.
David got some clean clothes from the bedroom and a
towel for Tristan before leaving to help Grandpa
unload. "Try to take a shower while I go help
Grandpa," David suggested.

"OK, but I'm still dizzy. You better come back in when
you're done in case I need more help."

"Sure, won't be long."

Tristan slowly began stripping off his clothes. His
socks were no problem and he got his shirt off. Taking
off his pants was another matter. Whenever he stood
up, he would lose his balance--it was slow going to
get his pants off completely. Finally, he had to sit
on the toilet to finish. He carefully climbed into the
shower, balancing himself with one arm to keep the
dizziness from overwhelming him. He turned on the
water and got the temperature adjusted.

He stood in the shower and let the warm water rinse
some of the remaining odor from his front. He tried to
wet his hair but as soon as he bent his head the room
would spin. He washed himself the best he could with
one hand but it wasn't too effective.

The bathroom door opened and David stuck his head in.
"You doing OK?"

"Not really, I can't wash my hair without getting real
dizzy and I have to hold myself steady with one hand
all the time."

"Want some help then?"

"Yeah, would you mind?"

"No, I'll be right there."

In a few moments David was naked and climbing in the
shower behind Tristan. "Ready to try washing your
hair?"

"Maybe if you could slowly move my head under the
water while I hold myself steady with both hands."

That seemed to work. David was able to shampoo
Tristan's hair without any mishap. It was an instant
replay of yesterday's shower! David had to move back
from Tristan so he wouldn't rub his hard cock into
Tristan. Then David tilted Tristan's head down to help
him rinse it and it happened! Tristan lurched with
dizziness and it pushed his nausea over the limit.
Tristan began to retch with dry heaves, one after
another. His hardon wilted and David grabbed with both
arms around Tristan, helping support and steady him
until he was able to recover his equilibrium.

"Oh man, that was awful," groaned Tristan. "I've never
been sick like this before. Let's finish and get me
out of here. I need to lay down."

David quickly soaped Tristan's body to remove the
lingering odor of vomit. He did so wishing he and
Tristan could be enjoying it like they were yesterday.
Here he was, washing Tristan's entire body like it was
his own, feeling the shape and texture of Tristan's
body everywhere! Tristan didn't respond when David
soaped his crotch except to say weakly, "You can do
more of that another time, man. I'll take an IOU."

David helped Tristan dry and get dressed in his
pajamas and robe. They headed straight for the
bedroom, slowly making their way up the stairs.
Tristan ever so slowly laid down and asked, "I'm so
thirsty, could you get me some water please?"

"Sure," was the quick reply. David was back with a
cool drink before Tristan even knew it. "Grandma says
to sip this slowly and you can have more if you want
some."

"What is it?"

"Just some weak orange drink."

Tristan leaned out of the bed a little and sipped from
the glass. "Yeah, thanks. I was so thirsty. I think
I'll go to sleep. You will sleep in here tonight won't
you?"

"Yeah, as long as you won't puke on me," laughed
David.

"I think you're safe now. Good night."

"Sleep good-I'll be in later."

Tristan woke briefly when David climbed into the bed.

"How ya feeling?" asked David.

"Mmm..., better, I think," was the drowsy reply.
Tristan lifted his head to squint at David. "Whoa,
still a little dizzy." Tristan reached over and
grabbed David's arm. "It helps if I can hold on to
something," he explained.

"OK, take it easy and go back to sleep then," David
said as he patted Tristan's arm. Tristan smiled a
little with his eyes closed and nestled back into his
pillow. Tristan's face seemed to be a little pale yet
despite his suntan.  David laid there looking at
Tristan and thinking about the unforeseen turn their
day of fun had taken. He was so worried when Tristan
had gotten sick--he had no experience with motion
sickness and the lingering effects it was having on
Tristan.

As he looked at Tristan his emotions kept growing, and
he became acutely aware of the fact that Tristan was
very important to him. Not only that, but he couldn't
help but remember what it felt like to be touching
Tristan's body and to have Tristan's big cock gliding
through his hands. Those thoughts and the nearness of
Tristan created a pulsing stimulation in his cock. His
sexual urges were building since he had no release for
nearly two days. Reaching over, he pulled Tristan
closer.

Tristan moved in his sleep and adjusted his legs,
putting a knee between David's legs. David cautiously
rubbed his boner against Tristan's leg, his hard cock
sliding against his soft boxers and Tristan's leg.
Before his hard cock demanded the fulfillment of
orgasm David thought he'd better quit and laid still,
one arm around Tristan. Soon both of them were
sleeping the deep sleep of youth, David's chin resting
against the top of Tristan's head, bodies intertwined.