Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2001 20:37:51 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: LUM - FARM BOY Chapter #1

LUM -- FARM BOY

DISCLAIMER: This is a true story involving homosexual acts
between gay males. If you are not of legal age to be reading this
material, PLEASE EXIT NOW. If you do not approve of this
type of material, you are requested to leave and find material
more to your liking.

This story starts with two boys at the age of 13 and 17 but
continues into adulthood. The names and locations have been
changed to avoid any embarrassment to the participants.

Chapter #1 -- Discovery

My name is Christopher Freeman, Chris for short.  When I
turned 12 yrs old, my parents thought it would be a good idea
that I spend time helping my grandfather, Walter Freeman, on
his farm in Indiana not far from Indianapolis. We lived in the
big city of Chicago and both my parents were career people
with little time for watching over a young boy. My grandfather
had expressed a desire to get to know me better and thought
working on a farm would be helpful in my raising. Gramps was
one of my favorite people and I was delighted when I was asked
if I would like to spend the summers with him and it was
agreed on. I would live with him from the end of the school
year until the week before it started again.

At the start of the first year, I was about 5'5" tall, weighed
approximately 135lbs, brown hair and eyes. My body was
starting to develop but additional muscle would not hurt and
working on a farm would help out considerably.

Sex was just starting to be a part of my life and I learned a few
things from different boys in my physical education class in
school. Showers were always interesting when I could compare
my development with other boys of my age and see that I did
not really have anything to be ashamed of in the penis/body
department.  There were a couple of boys that had more then
some of us and made a big show of letting us see them in
various stages of excitement. Some enjoyed getting hard and
letting it swing back and forth asking anyone if they wanted to
feel it. For reasons that I did not yet understand, I had the
urge to reach out and touch one of them but always held back
for fear of being called a "queer or faggot". That name was the
kiss of death for a boy in school.

In the privacy of my bedroom, I enjoyed being naked and
admiring my body in my full length mirror. Sometimes I would
get a hardon and then hang a towel or some piece of clothing
on it and then the mandatory jacking off of my growing penis.
The feelings that flowed through my body were electrifying and
always seemed to demand more of me. I managed to sneak an
erotic magazine or two into my bedroom and looking at the
handsome, hung men always thrilled me and I fantasized
about having sex with them and again did not fully understand
why I wanted to have sex with a man and not a girl. All I
understood was that looking at pictures of young men with big
cocks always excited me and girls did not.

By the time I reached 17, I was 5'10", 165lbs and had
developed an impressive physique for my age. My pecs were
detailed and cut with large light brown tits with impressive
nipples. My stomach was hard and flat with tight hard
abdominal muscles. The hair in my arm pits and groin had
started growing when I was 14 and I had a slight hair line
extending from my navel down into a thick dark brown pubic
bush. My cock had grown to a thick and uncut 7" when hard
and hung down over two walnut sized testicles. The hair
extended down from my groin over well developing thigh
muscles and firm calves.  When flexed, my lats and biceps were
well defined and still growing from the hard work on the farm.

During the winter, Gramps did not really have that much work
on the farm out of routine chores with the milk cows,
machinery maintenance, etc. He sometimes visited over the
holidays and a neighbor would care for his animals when he
was gone. In the spring he would start getting ready for
planting and usually hired a couple of men for labor and
helping out around the farm.  I usually arrived around the
middle of the month in June and would work along side of
these men. My grandfather had told them not to be easy on me
just because I was his grandson and they weren't.

When I arrived after my 17th birthday, he met me at the bus as
always but when I got off the bus this time, he looked at me and
said "Damn Chris,  you are really growing up, aren't you?"

"I guess I am gramps, I'm 17 now" I said.

Looking at me he said "Yes, I guess you are."

Driving from the bus station to his farm was about a 45
minute drive and he told me that he had hired a sharecropper
and his family on during the winter to help out since he was
finding it more difficult to keep up with the chores.  Gramps
was about 62 or so, I never really did know until he passed
away just how old he was.  He was telling me that Mr. Edwards
the sharecropper was working a 50 acre section that he didn't
really need and then on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday he
would work for him with occasional turns at watching his
animals if he wanted to go off.  Included in the arrangement
was Mr. Edwards' 13 year old son who would work the same
schedule as his father. Gramps said the boy was named the
same as his father so everyone called  him "Lum" to avoid
confusion and I would get to meet him and work together this
summer.

"Why do they call him Lum gramps?"

"Why" gramps said, "his dad is named Lester and since he was
named after him it was easier to call him that since he didn't
want to be called a junior."

I thought so myself that it made sense, I would not want to be
called junior either.

Arriving at the farm, Gramps pulled up in front of the house
and said "take your suitcases up to your room Chris and then
meet me out at the hen house after you change clothes."

"Yes sir, I won't be long" as I carried my suitcases into the
house and up the stairs.  I was wondering what this Lum was
going to be like and had already made up my mind I was not
going to like working with some young kid.

Reaching my room, I quickly put things away and stripped
down to my jockey briefs so I could pull on my bibbed overalls
and run out to the hen  house. There was no mirror in the
room but I ran my hands down my body and squeezed my half
hard cock thinking about the hayloft in the barn. I always
managed to get up there and jack off almost everyday and I
wondered if the magazines I had stashed were still there under
the hay bales.

Running out to the hen house, I saw gramps talking to three
men who he introduced as Henry, George and Mr. Edwards
telling them "this is my grandson Chris and he works with me
during the summer."

Looking at the men, I said "glad to meet you all" and they
acknowledged my greeting.

"Lester" my gramps said, "where is Lum, I wanted him to meet
Chris?"

"He is finishing a couple of chores for his mother Mr. Freeman
and then he will be over. He has been excited about meeting
Chris from all you have said about him."

"I think both boys will get along real fine this summer, don't
you?" gramps said.

"Don't see no reason why not Mr. Freeman except Lum might
be just a tad smaller then Chris."

Gramps said "that should not be a problem as far as I can see."

Turning to me gramps said "Chris, since you just got here, why
don't you just hang around and get re-acquainted with the farm
today."

"Yes sir" I said and headed for the barn as gramps started
talking to the three men.  I wanted to see if my magazines were
still where I had left them.

As I reached the barn door, I heard my grandfather holler "be
careful in the barn Chris.  Benjamin is in there and he is on
the prod right now."

Turning, I called back "I will gramps" and opened the door.

Benjamin was gramps prize stud Angus bull and being on the
prod meant he was inside for breeding with an heat heifer.  I
could almost smell the sex odor in the air when I stepped
inside and my cock sprang to full hard almost instantly. There
is no smell like a horny bull and  a heifer in heat and a teenage
boy with raging hormones will get a hard on a second when it
hits him, I was no exception.

I climbed the ladder to the loft and running over to the far
corner moved the bottom hay bale and the magazines were still
there but I didn't need them, I was hard as a rock and
breathing hard.  I shucked my overall shoulder straps and
pushing my jockeys down grabbed my stiff cock and stroked
furiously as I ran my free hand over my stiff nipples dropping
down to my knees. I could feel the cum starting to rise and my
cock swelling almost before I had stroked my cock a half dozen
times. I was so horny from the sex smell I started thrusting my
hips to meet my stroking hand and as I pinched my hard tits I
groaned loudly as my cum started to gush from the blood
engorged head of my cock in great streams, two, three, four
blasts as I gasped for breath, it felt so good.

As I held onto my softening cock and slowly drained the drops
that were still oozing from the slit, I leaned back on my heels
sighing from the electrifying shocks running through my body.

My body was slowly relaxing and I felt warm all over when I
heard "you must be Chris" and I jerked around to see a young
boy standing almost naked behind me.

Trying to stand up and pull my clothes on I said "who are you,
where did you come from?"

"My name is Lum and I was told you were coming here for the
summer by your grandfather. My dad works for him."

I had given up trying to pull my clothes on and just kneeled
there looking at him. He was about 5', solid hard body with
brown hair and dark eyes that were smiling at him as he stood
in front of me totally naked with a half hard cock jutting from a
small pubic bush. It looked obscenely large for a young boy.

Walking over to where I was kneeling, he keeled in front of me
and said "old Benjamin makes me horny too when he is about
to get some and I guess he got too you, didn't he?"

Looking into his eyes as he knelt there, I just croaked "yeah, he
sure did. Where were you at, I didn't see you?"

"I was up here when I heard you come in and start climbing
the ladder. I ducked behind the bales or you would have caught
me just starting to beat my meat. I got horny as hell watching
you but I didn't do anything thinking you might hear me and I
still want to get my rocks off."

Lum looked at me with a question in his voice as I could see
his cock starting to get hard in front of me and I started to get
hard again.  "Lum, you want to cum with me? I could still jerk
off again if you want too."

Lum moved around alongside of me and sort of standing up on
his knees he said "lets see who cums first Chris" as he starts to
slowly stroke his long cock and was watching me.

Both of us knelt there stroking our cocks and sneaking looks
at each other as we matched each other stroke for stroke.
Lum had an uncut cock that must have been almost as long as
mine but just a little thinner. I could see his purple head
emerging from the foreskin with every stroke and I got hotter
and hotter as I watched.  Suddenly I felt my nuts starting to
squeeze tight against my groin and the feeling of my cum rising
to explode when I heard Lum cry out "oh god I'm cumming
Chris" and that kicked me over the edge and we both exploded
In gasping, surging streams of cum as our bodies strained and
We both leaned against each other for support before slowly
Recovering as our cocks started to soften and we squeezed the
Last drops.

Straitening up, I looked at Lum and said "god that was
awesome.I felt like my nuts were going to explode watching
you stroke your cock and shooting like that."

"Yeah man, I felt the same way. Never jerked off with someone
before and it made me hot watching you stroking your cock. You
ever done it with someone else before?"

"No" I said, "you are the first and I got just as horny watching
you. I never saw a dick that big on someone only 13, not even in
school. You almost look as big as mine and I'm almost 7."

"Yeah Chris, it is but not as thick as yours. You jack off much?"

"Every day I get a chance Lum and sometimes more. How about you?"

"Me too, I could go again right now, you want to try again together?"

"Gee Lum, I don't know. My grandfather is going to be looking for me
and he was waiting for you to come from doing chores for your mom.
Maybe we can later if you want to, okay?"

Just then we heard my grandfather calling me and we jumped up pulling our
Clothes on and I told Lum I would go first and he could follow in a minute
Or so.

"Coming grandfather, I am up here" I called out as I started down the
ladder...


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