Date: Thu, 6 May 1999 11:28:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: "D.Z." <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys on the Farm-7

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 (c)1999, all rights reserved.
Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or
publication.


BOYS ON THE FARM.

Day Seven.

It was pitch black in the room when Tristan woke the
first time that morning. His body was cramped and
stiff from being unusually still for so long and he
needed to move. It took a moment for his sleep-fogged
brain to realize why and then he was filled with joy
from the realization. David was holding him
protectively close and was resting his chin on the top
of Tristan's head! 'He really must care!' Tristan
thought. Tristan hesitated to move and disturb their
closeness as David's bare chest pressed rhythmically
against his side. Tristan smiled to himself and
savored the feelings of being held in David's arms
until he could absolutely no longer stand to lay in
that position. Turning carefully into David, Tristan
brushed David's left pectoral with his lips and
murmured softly, "Thanks, David for taking such good
care of me. I love you."

David mumbled something in his sleep and tightened his
hold on Tristan very briefly.

After a few moments Tristan very carefully and slowly
disentangled himself from David and stretched himself
out on his side of the bed, working out the kinks from
his cramped muscles. David shifted around a few times
getting comfortable also before Tristan lapsed back
into a slumber filled with contentment.

Tristan woke first when daylight began shining into
his face from the east window. He could tell right
away that he was feeling much better than he did
yesterday. He smiled to himself as he remembered David
taking care of him when he was sick and David pulling
him closer as they were falling asleep together and
continuing to hold through the night. Without words
David had showed Tristan that he cared and was
experiencing some deeper feelings in their
relationship as best buddies.

The urge to hug David was not to be put off. Tristan
slipped his arm around David's chest, squeezing
lightly. David stirred and opened his eyes. "How ya
feeling this morning, dude?" David slurred sleepily.

"Much better. Thanks for everything you did to help me
yesterday--I was such a mess" replied Tristan as he
gave David another hug.

"Yeah, well I guess it could have been worse."

"I guess so, but it wasn't much fun. Not like this!"
Tristan attacked David holding him tight while
tickling his belly, and then moving his fingers from
David's armpits to his ribs, and then to his crotch,
seeking other areas of sensitivity. That's when
Tristan's fingers brushed against something in the
way. He had discovered David's morning hardon tenting
his jockeys!

David was trying to avoid being tickled and fight back
until Tristan's hand grabbed his stiff dick. "So what
you going to do now, dude--you've got me in a very
vulnerable spot!" he mockingly inquired while his cock
pulsed in Tristan's hand.

"Yeah, I've got you where it counts, don't I?" replied
Tristan as he rubbed David's cock several times
through the cloth of his boxers and pulled himself
tight against David's side as David's arousal was
having a like effect on him. His hard sex pressed
against David's thigh. Tristan was happiest when he
and David were together--as well as sharing and
discovering the sexual pleasures their bodies were
capable of.

With a quick move of his own, David slid away from
Tristan and grabbed for Tristan's cock. "Now I've got
you where it counts too-what you give is what you
get!" David admired Tristan's larger cock and couldn't
help being turned on whenever he touched it. His cock
was leaking precum with its rythmic pulsing and
creating a wet spot in his boxers. His hips began
moving involuntarily, his body crying for more of the
erotic sensations centering in his crotch.

Tristan was extremely hungry, having had nothing to
fuel his body since noon yesterday. His stomach
rumbled loudly, and immediately Tristan let go of
David's cock and moved to get out of bed. "Wow, listen
to my stomach, I'm so hungry."

"Where are you going now that you have gotten me like
this?" complained David.

"I'm starving-consider it a payback for what you did
to me in the shower the other day," was the quick
reply. Tristan slid out of bed and started dressing
not bothering to hide his still-hard cock jutting out
and bouncing around as he pulled on some clean boxers
for the day. "Come on, let's get some breakfast!"

David was really horny--his hard cock felt like it was
full of cum and ready to burst. He rubbed his cock
through his boxers a couple times more before climbing
out of bed and starting to dress. As he changed into
his underwear Tristan was standing there waiting and
watching him pack his boner into his briefs. While
doing so, he took a quick look at his ballsack to
check on the bruise left from the BB gun. Most of the
black had faded into hues of yellow and green except
for the dime-sized spot where the BB struck.

"You need it bad, man," teased Tristan.

"Yeah, why don't you just suck my dick!"

"Later, man."

With that comment, David was dressed and they went
downstairs for breakfast. Grandma had pancakes and
sausage waiting for them. Tristan ate and ate and ate,
he was so hungry! Grandma reminded the boys while they
were eating that today was Sunday and that they had
church this morning at 10:00 with a potluck dinner
afterwards. While they were eating, the phone rang--it
was for Grandpa. It was a short and somber
conversation, a lifelong friend of Grandpa had passed
away early that morning from cancer.

Grandpa came back in and sat down with a sad look.
"Obert passed away this morning and I've been asked to
be a pallbearer in the funeral on Wednesday," Grandpa
reported to Grandma. "We should go over to their house
after church and see Martha."

Grandma agreed but asked, "What about the boys?"

"They can stay here after church--they didn't know him
and probably wouldn't want to sit around at a strange
place, is that right boys?"

"Yeah," answered David while Tristan nodded his head.

After breakfast they had some time to kill before
changing into good clothes and going to church. The
boys went outside--the weather was warm already and
held promise of reaching 90 degrees. Already the
horizon was becoming hazy with humidity. While it was
still relatively cool outside they played with the
Dalmatian pair of dogs--Fritz and Mabel. Then they ran
over to the barn to check out the horses. Ace, the
black Clydesdale stud, was in his stall, even though
he could go outside into the stud coral anytime he
wanted.

Tristan leaned against the boards of the box stall,
watching Ace. He was still fascinated with watching
Ace, checking out his huge cock and balls. Watching
Ace breed the mare last week replayed in his mind,
making Tristan's cock swell in his jeans. Tristan
hoped Ace would let that huge, black horse cock out
more than the six inches that was dangling down that
morning. As he leaned against the boards, he noticed
for the first time that David's name was carved into
the wood! "Who put your name here?" Tristan asked as
he traced the letters with his finger.

"I did that last year when I was here and was bored."

"Could I carve my name too?" Tristan asked.

"I don't know why not. I'll get you the chisel Grandpa
let me use. I'll be right back."

Plop, plop, plop. Hearing those noises, Tristan turned
around to see Ace holding his tail up and creating a
pile of manure. Then, to his delight, Ace let his long
horse cock come sliding out and began to piss as only
a stud horse can, the piss streaming into a big,
foaming puddle. Tristan's dick surged and his fingers
itched to touch Ace's awesome cock, but he knew
couldn't do that. Ace had finished his piss but his
cock was still mostly hanging out when David came
back.

"Just look at his cock, David--it's so awesome!"

"Cocks really turn you on, don't they Tristan?", David
asked with a funny tone in his voice.

Tristan turned to look at David. "Yeah, I guess so. I
wish mine was uncut like yours."

"Yours is a lot bigger than mine, I wish mine was
bigger like yours," David admitted, glancing down to
Tristan's bulging crotch and feeling his own cock
swelling.

"Since we can't change what we've been given, I guess
we'll just have to share."

At that moment the dinner bell rang, reminding the
boys to get back to the house and get ready to go to
church. David put the chisel down, adjusted his boner
in his pants and said, "Things will have to wait--we
need to get ready for church." With a last glance at
Ace's horse cock, the boys went back to the house and
got ready to go to church.

The white country church sat among the fields with its
spire reaching high above the prairie. Off to one side
was a graveyard, a multitude of headstones proclaiming
the names of those buried there. Perhaps a dozen cars
were parked in front when Grandpa drove up and found
an opening in which to park. They went inside to find
a homey-looking sanctuary with a very large women
playing an electronic organ on the left front side. A
low railing separated the alter from the pews and
their was a painted backdrop for the alter. As church
services go, it was typical--some scripture, songs,
and a sermon.

Afterwards everyone went down to the church basement
and ate a potluck lunch. Tristan had never had so much
delicious food at one time in his life! There were
enough hotdishes, salads of all kinds, bars, and
cookies for twice as many people that were there. The
boys had second and third helpings! And of course they
were introduced to and fussed over by of the friends
and neighbors of Grandpa and Grandma.

The day had warmed up considerably by the time they
were driving home--it must have been about 90 degrees
so they drove with the windows up and air conditioning
on. Tristan loved looking at the wide-open view of the
green fields with blocks of trees intermingled here
and there. There was so much open space and the light
blue sky was bright above the haze caused by the heat.

The boys changed into T-shirts and shorts once they
got back while Grandma and Grandpa prepared to make
their condolence visit to Martha. They reminded the
boys to be careful and that they would be back early
evening for supper. And the boys were absolutely not
to get out the .22 rifles to go shooting! They were
only to be used when Grandpa was home!

"Is it OK if we go down to the river and fish today?"
asked David.

"Yes, that would be fine, only watch out for one
another," replied Grandpa. "Come on Ma, let's get
going," and they left.

"What should we do now?" asked Tristan when Grandpa
and Grandma were out of sight.

"Get our things to go down to the river, of course."
replied David matter-of-factly.

"Do you think you need to bring some suntan lotion?
Remember the sunburn you got the last time we were
there!" Tristan teased.

"I suppose it wouldn't be such a bad idea, I'll look
in Grandma's medicine cabinet for some. Pull a couple
of sodas out of the fridge and grab some cookies while
I look." David found a bottle of lotion and they were
ready to go.

As they walked past the barn on their way down to the
river, the boys could see that the mares were standing
in the shade of the barn swishing their tails. All of
them except Bertha, the mother of the female colt.
Bertha looked like she was more interested in Ace than
she was in resting! Ace was outside, pacing around his
coral, stopping near Bertha before excitedly beginning
to pace once more. His cock was dangling out some,
swinging around as he moved.

"Do you think what I think?" asked Tristan when they
observed the two horses' behavior.

"Yeah, it looks like Bertha wants some." At the mere
thought of the horses fucking David's cock began to
harden so he slipped his hand into his pocket to
rearrange his package. "The way my cock feels, I could
use some too."

"Hang on there, stud. Save it for down at the river. I
hope we can see the horses do it later. Let's get that
tarp I used yesterday to lay on and let's get on down
to the river." Tristan had plans and now he could
hardly wait to skinnydip at the river again and stay
nude at the river.

Their arms full, the boys quickly walked downhill
towards the river. They climbed through the fence and
as they moved into the trees lining the river banks,
they came upon a herd of reddish cows with calves
standing around and in the water. Over to one side was
a huge cow--OH OH--it was a bull! He was standing
close behind a cow, apparently just resting. The boys
stopped, wondering what to do. As they watched the
cows, the boys saw them fouling the water with manure
and urine.

"Looks like we want to be upstream of these stupid
cows--I don't want to swim in the water they are
standing in," said David in a disgusted voice.

"Yeah, let's go upstream a little, but not too far. I
want to be able to see that bull--look how his balls
hang down! And they're as big as softballs--awesome!"

Luckily, there was a gravelly area not too far away
and the boys spread the tarp on the banks there after
depositing their food and fishing gear nearby. The sun
was beating down on them and there was no breeze in
the river valley. Tristan wiped the sweat off of his
forehead and said, "I'm hot already--let's shed some
clothes." He peeled his shirt off and slipped off his
shoes. He looked over at David. "Well, aren't you hot?
Get comfortable, man."

David looked around once, then decided it was OK to
remove some clothes. He followed Tristan's example and
took off his shirt and shoes.

By this time, Tristan had his shorts and underwear off
and was wading along the shoreline in water up to his
knees. "Ahhh, this water feels good. Come on in, it's
just right," urged Tristan. "And take them all
off-this is great!"

After wading around a bit, the boys began to swim.
They chased and splashed each other many times without
a single care in the world except their fun. Their
nude, young male bodies shone in the sunlight with
natural beauty. Seizing an opportunity, Tristan
reached out and tapped David's cock saying, "Tag, your
it!" then splashed away.

David wasn't about to let Tristan get away-he lunged
after Tristan and wrestled him down under the water,
their bodies grinding against each other. The body
contact had David's cock hard in seconds and as they
came up for air, David continued to wrestle Tristan
from behind.

Tristan could feel David's rock hard cock pushing
between his butt cheeks and tried his next move. He
twisted and turned in David's arms so they were facing
each other. By now Tristan's cock was at full mast and
he ground his crotch into David's, grabbing David's
ass with both hands to pull them tightly together.
"You should do something about that hardon you keep
sprouting."

"Yeah, lets go dry off a little, then maybe we can
take care of it."

"Whatever you're up for, David."

They climbed out of the water and laid on the warm
tarp, drying quickly in the hot sunshine. Tristan
remembered how David sunburned his ass the last time
they did this and found the suntan lotion. "Here,
better put some of this on or you'll get sunburn
again."

Tristan lotioned David's back and ass while David was
lying face down. Tristan was thorough and David loved
the back massage along with the pressure that felt so
good to his cock. Tristan worked his fingers clear up
David's ass crack, brushing against David's asshole
and ballsack several times-it felt great!

Tristan reached over for the suntan lotion. "Turn
over, sport, you need this on the front side too!"
Tristan was looking forward to working the lotion all
over David's front!

David turned over and laid with his hands behind his
head, watching Tristan apply the lotion over his chest
and stomach. Tristan worked the lotion in, playing a
little with David's nipples in the process. He moved
down to David's flat stomach, then down further to
David's personal assets. Tristan lovingly spread the
lotion around and into David's pubic area and then
cradled David's cock and balls with his hand. "Can't
have these sunburned," he murmured.

"Yeah, a sore dick would definitely be a problem,"
David agreed. The contact with his cock and ballsack
was having a predictable result--his cock was jutting
out, fully hard and a clear drop of precum was oozing
out of his slit!

Tristan continued stroking David for a bit, playing
with his cock and enjoying the sight before his eyes
and the feel of David's cock in his hand. Tristan's
was rock hard too and he could feel it dripping
precum. After meeting David's eyes, Tristan lowered
his head down to David's cock and pulled the foreskin
entirely back. He kissed David's cockhead lightly,
then tongued it slightly tasting the precum.

"Uhhh, that feels so good," David moaned. "I'm so
horny, suck my cock, Tristan--just do it!"

Tristan slid his lips over David's perfectly shaped
cock and started bobbing his head over David's crotch.
David reached up and cradled Tristan's head gently
with his hands, playing with Tristan's hair as they
followed the movements of Tristan's head. It wasn't
long before David's nuts drew tightly up to his cock
and the point of release was fast approaching.

David began thrusting his hips slightly. "I'm
going...to cum, Tristan. Here...it...is!"

Tristan sat up and stroked David's slippery cock with
his fingers to bring David to a climax. Pulsing jets
of hot cum went shooting into the air above David and
fell in all directions. With a last little kiss,
Tristan cleaned off David's cockhead and sat up.

David cleaned himself off the best he could with his
fingers, wiping them on the grass. Turning back to
Tristan he said, "I can't believe how you can make me
so fucking horny, and it feels so awesome when you
suck my dick."

With a glance and a grin for David, Tristan said,
"Yeah, its great for me too--you should try it
sometime!" and then applied suntan lotion to David's
legs and feet. "There! You shouldn't get sunburned
today!"

"Now its time for you to get some lotion on too!"
David insisted. ""You still could get sunburned so get
that lotion on." The boys repeated the same process
for Tristan. Tristan laid on his stomach while David
did his back. Only when David brushed Tristan's nether
regions, Tristan couldn't help himself. He wanted more
and lifted his ass up while saying, "Oh man, do that
some more, it's feels so good!"

David obliged, working the lotion in and around
Tristan's asshole. He became braver as Tristan wiggled
and suddenly his fingertip had inserted itself
slightly! Tristan moaned louder, "Oh man alive, don't
quit now, do it more. Do it more! More! MORE!" while
pushing back against David. Tristan continued to moan
as his friend's finger did wonderful things to his
body. "Like it?"

"No, I love it. Don't stop."

As David became more confident, Tristan could feel his
friend's hard cock rub his legs. It left a trail of
wetness wherever it touched. Before long David had his
entire middle finger stuck up Tristan's butt hole and
was working it in and out and around. Tristan
surrendered himself completely to the sensations he
was experiencing.

"Oh yeah, that feels great," Tristan moaned. "Keep
going, keep going."

David kept working his finger around inside his
friend's butt hole and before long realized that
Tristan was raising his ass to meet the thrusts of his
finger. Then David stopped and when Tristan looked
back over his shoulder, he saw David looking down at
his hard cock as it brushed his friend's leg. David
saw Tristan looking back and said, "If you think my
finger feels good, how do you think you would like my
cock?"

"Try it." Tristan had seen his friend's cock hard
before many times but had never thought about its size
in relation to his butt hole. Would it fit? It was
smaller than Tristan's 7-inch boner and wasn't as
thick either. "Go easy."

"I will," David assured him as he told hold of his
hard cock and attempted to enter Tristan's tight
virgin hole. It wasn't going in very easily. David
grabbed some suntan lotion and used it to lube his
cock. Only then would his cock slide slowly into
Tristan's virgin hole. The feeling was incredible-warm
and a tight grip around his entire cock. Instinctively
David began a slight stroking motion in and out.

"How's it feel?" David asked.

"Awesome. It was a little uncomfortable right at
first. But now it feels great."

"It feels great on this end, too, dude."

David increased his motions and soon was stroking his
way in and out of Tristan's tight ass.

Tristan couldn't believe the sensations produced by
having David's cock working his ass hole. His orgasm
built rapidly and he began to gasp air in and out as
it approached, his orgasm squeezing David's cock
inside of him.

"I'm cumming again!" David gasped as he felt his cock
jolt and blast shots of hot cum as he buried his cock
to the hilt in Tristan's ass.

"I am too!" Tristan echoed with wonder as he realized
that without touching his cock, he was squirting cum
all over the tarp.

Finished, David laid on top of his friend, his
twitching cock still held in Tristan's ass, and lay
there for a few minutes while both boys caught their
breath after the exciting sex they had experienced.

"Man, that was the greatest!" David said as he eased
himself up off Tristan and his cock slid out of his
friend's butt hole. "I can't believe I could cum so
hard twice in a row!"

Tristan could still feel the after effects of being
fucked--his asshole was tingling and he still had a
feeling of fullness down there. "Yeah, it was great
for me too, in a different way. Hey, let's clean up a
little, OK?"

The boys slipped back into the water and washed
themselves a little before splashing some water on the
tarp to rinse off Tristan's cum. They then laid on the
tarp side by side to dry off, hands lightly touching.
No words were exchanged--they were content to just lay
there. Soon they were dry from the hot sun.

After dozing some in the sun, David got up and found
his fishing pole. He baited the hook and found a spot
to fish. He looked like a statue standing there nude
while fishing. His motions while fishing were graceful
and Tristan was perfectly content just to watch David
while lying on his side and pillowing his head on an
arm. From time to time, David would look over at
Tristan, smile at his naked buddy, and would then turn
back to his fishing.

With a quick jerk of his fishing rod, David caught a
fish! He quickly reeled it in and discovered he had
caught a small sunfish! David removed the fish from
his hook saying, "This one needs to grow some more,
back he goes!" and threw it back in the river.

During the next hour David caught several small
sunfish, and once thought he had hooked a big one as
he felt a real good tug on the line but wasn't able to
set the hook and reel in his prize.

David was unaware that Tristan had been doing a
different kind fishing ever since they arrived at the
farm. Tristan had been fishing for David's body and
love! Tristan's hook was firmly set and Tristan by now
had nearly reeled in his prize!

Time had flown by and suddenly they realized it had
become late afternoon--time to get back to the farm!
The boys dressed leisurely and headed back.

"What should be do now?" David asked.

"Well, I'd still like to carve my name in the barn and
we haven't shot gophers for a couple of days. Do you
think your Grandpa would let us do that again?"

"Sure, if we ask him when he gets back."

Grandma and Grandpa got home not long after the boys
arrived back at the barn. Tristan had begun to outline
his name next to Tristan's in the barn. The boys were
a little disappointed since they had hoped to hang out
a little longer around the barn and Ace. They were
hoping to see some action between Ace and the mare,
Bertha. No such luck, Ace was just standing outside
with his cock dangling down.

The boys went up to the house and saw Grandma making
supper and found that they could eat soon. "Where's
Grandpa?" David asked.

"In the front room looking for some old pictures of
his friend that died. He probably wants to be alone
for awhile--he's missing his friend a lot today after
going to visit Martha. Wait until we eat to talk to
him."

Before much longer they washed up and had a quick
supper. Tristan discovered that sitting was a little
uncomfortable at first since his asshole was tender
from the workout David gave it!

Sure enough, David asked to go gopher shooting and
Grandpa said they could if they would help him get
ready for tomorrow. They spent the evening shooting
gophers while Grandpa coached them on their
marksmanship and rifle handling. After their shooting
they helped Grandpa get an old horse-drawn mower
greased and ready for the morning. Grandpa would be
using Ace to pull the mower and cut the grass along
the road.

By then it was dusk so they called it a day and went
inside. Grandma took one look at them and shooed them
straight into the bathroom for a shower. The suntan
lotion had attracted a layer of dirt from when they
were in the field shooting gophers! Tristan jumped
into the shower first, eager to get clean since he was
a town kid and never had gotten very dirty ever. David
wasn't far behind him and got into the shower with
him. "Gonna do my hair again, David?" Tristan asked?

"I guess, anything else?" he teased as he picked up
the shampoo and began to shampoo Tristan's head.

"You can do anything you want with me, don't you know
that by now?" replied Tristan very seriously with his
head down and eyes squeezed shut.

"You really mean that, don't you?" The emotional
impact of Tristan's matter-of-fact statement hit David
unexpectedly. Out of the blue Tristan admitted to some
deeper feelings and David didn't know how to handle
them as well as his own emerging feelings. This
realization stunned David and stopped him in
mid-scrub! His heart started to pound and he couldn't
hardly breathe--now what should he do? David couldn't
help it--he started to tremble from the pent-up
emotions he was holding.

"Yeah, I really mean it. Is my hair done?" continued
Tristan, not able to see David's blinking eyes and
open mouth. "Why are you shaking? The water is still
warm..." 'Oh No!' he thought nervously. 'Now I've done
it--I scared him. What's gonna happen now?' Tristan
quickly rinsed out the soap out of his hair and turned
to face David after wiping his eyes and opened them to
see David standing there, still trembling a little and
looking at him.

"What's wrong David?" asked Tristan with a catch in
his voice and butterflies in his stomach. "Are you mad
at me? Do you hate me now or something?"

"God no, Tristan! I don't hate you and I'm not mad at
you. Don't even think it for one second! I...I...I
just don't know what to think. Let me wash my hair so
we can be done." David needed to do something,
anything to distract himself before his runaway
emotions overwhelmed him! He started scrubbing his
hair hastily, directing the suppressed emotion and
energy into a frenzy of motion!

Tristan climbed out of the shower and started drying
himself, glancing worriedly at David. He had dried
himself by the time David finished rinsing off and
stopped the shower. "Here's your towel, man."

"Thanks." David didn't even step out of the tub before
starting to dry himself.

Tristan slowly dressed for bed and combed his hair and
David finished a moment after.

"Let's go, dude. I'm outa here!" David left the
bathroom and went into the kitchen followed by
Tristan. They ate their bedtime snack without their
usual enthusiasm before saying goodnight. The boys
received the by now customary hug and kiss from
Grandma before they went upstairs to bed. She could
feel the tension between the boys and wondered what
had happened. She made a mental note to watch them in
the morning and to speak to Grandpa about this
apparent rift.

No words were exchanged between the two of them and
then the lights were off and they climbed into the bed
they shared. They laid there, each attempting to sort
out the events of the day and their feelings. Both
boys were scared but for different reasons!

Tristan was afraid he went too far with David. 'Now
David thinks I'm a faggot and doesn't like me anymore.
He won't tell me but now he won't fool around. Oh man,
why did I ever say he could do anything he wanted to
me?' Around and around the same thought whirled
through Tristan's mind. 'What do I do now?' he
wondered over and over.

David was just plain scared of the feelings towards
Tristan that had surfaced and nearly overwhelmed him
in the shower! 'I fucked my best buddy this afternoon
and all of a sudden I think I love him. Guys don't
love guys...it's all wrong...now what do I do?'

Neither of the boys dared to make the first move and
open up about what they were thinking. Their
separateness and the silence in the dark room that
night between the boys seemed like it lasted forever.
They barely slept, tossing and turning all night not
knowing what to do.