Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2014 17:40:07 -0500 (EST) From: strike1463@aol.com Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 14 The usual disclaimer apply. This is intended for adults over the age of 18, and may not be reproduced without the author's written permission. This story contains sex between consenting teens and family members and takes place on a farm so use your imagination. Yes you read that right, and this chapter gives some graphic details on that. So if that offends you, do not read any further! Enjoy! City Boy Farm Boy *** "Where am I?" His words panicked. He was gasping for air. "Fuck we're outside the wire! Gotta get to the CP." He cowered at my side, his whole body shook. I needed all my strength to pull him up as fear took me over. What was happening? Why was this powerful man so scared? Chapter 14 "Come on Pa, ya gotta help me here, I can't carry you," I groaned as I supported his massive bulk. Mr. Stewart slumped again pulling me on top of him. I will never forget the look in his eyes. Fear of something, I don't know what. His eyes seemed to look right through me like I wasn't there. With every boom of fireworks they'd squeeze shut, his body shaking, his breathing becoming more and more labored. I felt a hand on my back. "I'll get the guys, stay with him." I looked up to see Kenny running off towards where our camp was. I couldn't leave him, not like this. Besides his grip on me was so tight it almost hurt. He kept going on and on about getting to the CP. Talking about someone named Charlie getting close. How we needed to call in a shelling. He was pissed that this Charlie person, whoever he was, had gotten so close. Tears filled his eyes as he spoke about someone named Thompson taking a hit and how he was right there. I looked back and saw no one. "God make it stop!" His words of terror filling my ears. He grunted as if in pain. "I'm hit, fuck, I'm hit!" His hands gripping my back, fingers digging into me. I tied to quiet him, to let him know I was there with him, but it was like he didn't hear me. I realized right then, I was living through him one of the bad times when he was in battle that he'd briefly told me about. "I got you buddy, come on, take it easy, I got you. They's gonna fix you up. His eyes were wide and glazed as he spoke. He flipped over on top of me, his hands pressing hard to my chest. "Gotta stop the bleeding," he said, now dragging me on the ground to some unseen place. Each explosion making him cover me with his body. "Stay with me boy, we's almost there. MEDIC!" Bear and Damion came running down the alley between the different camps and grabbed their dad, luging him and I back to the wagon where Mrs. Stewart waited with a blanket. Him screaming the whole time to take me first. That I was hit in the chest. "Get him inside." She said firmly, not a hint of panic or worry in her voice. By now his finger nails were digging into my skin, but I could care less. This is where I needed to be. He could rib my skin off if that is what needed to happen. My soon to be brother in law, Bruce, rushed up. He was not only a teacher but also on the town's fire department and a paramedic on the rescue squad. He began working to relax Mr. Stewart, trying to get him to release me so he could do whatever it was he needed to do, but he held me in a death grip. The whole time mumbling. Mostly gibberish, but I heard him saying names and weird places. To take care of his buddy and where someone named Thompson was. Bruce gave him a shot of something and slowly his grip relaxed. I was lifted off him, gasping for air as his grip had been like a python, tightening each time I exhaled. Kenny took me to the back of Damion's truck while Bear and Damion stayed with their dad. We didn't talk, I think I was in shock actually, Kenny removed my shit and let out a whistle when he looked to my back. He took Bears bandanna from my neck and used it to wipe and dab at my back. Bear came walking up to us, tension in his face. "Ma thinks he missed a pill today." I looked at him and he suddenly realized I had no clue what was happening. "Pa had a bad time in Nam, and he don't talk bout it much, but fireworks and shit make his mind go back and he gets like this. He takes medicine that really helps but he forgets sometimes to take it." His eyes went to Kenny and I turned to see him showing Bear the bloody bandanna. "Mr. Bruce, git out here!" Bear yelled as he forced me to lay on my belly. He jumped into the bed of the truck and lay my head in his lap. Bruce came up and I could feel flashlights shining on me. "Yer gonna be ok Cody, just some really deep scratches. I'm going to clean and dress them up here, but we need to get you in for a tetanus shot." By the time he'd finished Mr. Stewart was doing better. We ended our night quickly, packing up and Kenny helping us drive Mr. Stewart's truck home. After getting everything put away and the horses bedded, Damion and Bear drove me to the ER, after dropping Kenny off at home. I was seen by a doctor who re-examined my back. He gave me a cream to put on them twice a day and tetanus shot, which I must say hurt like hell. Damion dropped us off at the house and he then headed to find his woman, or so he said anyway. We found the Stewart's on the couch cuddling and snuck back out to the barn, leaving them to their intimacy, Mr. Stewart looking better but very worn out. We climbed into our little hay room and quickly lit up a joint. It was nice to finally relax, and let the events of the day slip away. Bear hugged me to him, his legs wrapped around mine as I rested back on him. We didn't talk. No words could convey better the touch of our bodies. Bear began opening my shirt and letting his fingers slowly stroke over my body. brushing them lightly over my nipples. I flicked my belt buckle, popping it open and opened my jeans. His fingers soon found their way down and slipped inside my boxers to do a delicate dance over my hardening cock. He lovingly spread my pre around my head and worked it down my shaft, forcing my boxers down under my balls. "Knock, knock," came Mr. Stewart's voice from outside our little fort, his head appearing through the little door. "You boys gonna bed down out here tonight?" "Ya Pa," Bear said as he licked my juice from his fingers. "That OK?" "Yep sure is. Yer Ma's got some treats out here fer ya if'n ya get hungry." He looked at me and I could see the hurt in his eyes. "Cody, I sure am sorry if'n I hurt ya earlier." "No sir, I'm fine. Just glad I was there to help you." He nodded and gave a small smile. "Alright boys, y'all have a good night." He disappeared and we soon heard the screen door to the house banging shut. Bear led me down to the main barn and to a stall I'd seen but never been in. There was a large water trough filled with water and some towels set on a table. "Ain't gonna be a hot bath, but it'll cool us off and wash away yer stink." He chuckled as he turned me to kiss him. "Not that I mind yer stink, fucking sexy as all hell, but I know I'm ripe." He slowly and carefully removed my shirt, dropping it where we stood. His lips began a slow working over my body. Licking and kissing my chest and abs. He moved to my back and kissed each of the marks left by his dad. When he'd finished, he came around front again and kneeling, took off my boots. My jeans were next and soon his face was pressed to my balls, my cock throbbing against his face as he suck and lick my sweaty sack. "God you smell so fucking good. Where have you been all my life stud?" "Why worry about where I've been? Concentrate on me now and suck my balls." I let my fingers slide through his silky hair, pulling him closer. His lips moved over my sack as his teeth nibbled gently on my sensitive orbs, causing jolts of erotic pain to shoot through me. I sat back on the edge of the trough, spreading my legs, giving him more access. I balanced myself with my arms on the opposite side, now draping my legs over his shoulders, his head clamped between my thighs. With my balls fully in his mouth, he trapped them with his teeth, pulling back with his head, stretching my sack to the point of making me squirm. He then reversed and pushed forward, mashing his face against me, his hot breath snorting out, his moans reverberating through me. Scooping me into his arms, he carried me to the main through way of the barn, kicking fresh hay with his boots. He lay me down and stood over me. He made a dramatic display of ripping open his shirt, buttons popping off in all directions. He popped off his belt and pulled open his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles. His cock was out straight and his balls already tight to his body. His tanned body glimmering in the dim light. "I think it's bout time this farm boy fucks the city boy outta ya." He dropped to his knees and manhandled my legs around his hips. He lifted my ass and spit on my hole, his aim perfect. With his thumbs he worked it around and into my quivering ass. With another spit, he lubed his shaft, his lustful eyes never leaving mine as he roughly entered me. His grunts were loud and passionate as he fucked his boy cock into my ass like a country boy should. This wasn't going to be love making, or messing about. No, this was going to be a pure, unadulterated farm boy fucking and I was so ready for it. This was the country boy taking the city boy and making him his. I could see it in his eyes as he leaned over me. I belonged to him, we belonged to each other. Every thrust driving that point home. I'd never felt as complete as I did at that very moment. Flashes in my mind of living with him in years to come. The farm ours, bigger better, but always him and me, together. He was on me now, his body pressed to mine, his hips humping his teen hardness as deep as he could. I felt his teeth to my neck biting, lips sucking. He was my vampire feeding from me. His body trembled as his breath became rough on my neck. I knew he was about to cum and I wrapped my arms and legs around his strong body. His lips mashed to mine his saliva drooling into my mouth as we kissed. His fingers grabbing my hair as he began filling me with his hot teen boy load. He collapsed onto me, panting for breath. His cock remained hard and his hips never quiet stopped humping me. How he managed to do it I don't know. Somehow he got us up, carrying me, his cock never fully coming out. He held my full weight in his arms on his legs, his cock straining to go deeper still, as I sat down hard on it. To the wall he pushed me, shoving his boner hard up my ass. We were both covered in sweat, yet he held me tight. Fucking me against the wall, each thrust rattling a nearby stall door, his grunting and cries of passion echoing throughout the barn. Now it was my turn to cry out; "Oh god yes, fuck me. Make me cum my stud. Breed me like you never did it before." I pulled his hair tipping his head back exposing his neck. I could see the blood pumping in his veins, his throat flexing with each swallow. God everything about him screamed sexy! I pulled him back licking my tongue over his face tasting his sweat. His teeth caught my tongue and sucked it into his mouth. That did it, I lost all control and began to cum between us. My ass gripped his shaft, milking from him his second load which began leaking out of me as his cock continued to fuck me. We stayed against the wall for several minutes as he regained himself, his cock slipping from me with a pop. I could feel his seed leaking from me in large globs. I could do nothing to prevent it from how he held me. With little effort he stood and carried me back to the room with the trough. Never letting go, he stepped in and sat us down. I rolled and lay back against him. We lay there in silence for some time, just enjoying being together alone. "How was it seeing yer Pa today," Bear asked me. "Good." It was all I could say. "Just good? You and yer Pa gots trouble baby," he kissed my neck. "Yep, you could say that I guess." "S'OK, we don't need to talk about it if-n yer not up to it." His hand smoothed back my hair, pulling my head to his shoulder. "No it's OK. Guess it started when my mom died a few years back. My dad got this thing in head that I killed her." "Fawk no, he really thought you did it?" "Yep, she died from cancer but he asked me what is cancer? It's an irritation, right? Well you were a big irritation in her life so you caused her to get cancer, so you killed her. Well that's what he thought anyway." I fought back the tears from the pain. "Not only him but aunts and grandparents too. The bastard was saying all kinds of shit about me to them and they all stopped talking to me." Bear remained quiet. "So then he stops paying the bills and I have to get a job to buy shit so I quit school and started working as a dishwasher." I lay there quiet for a bit thinking. "So then my sister steps in and tells him I have to go to school. So she brought me up here." "You and yer Pa are doing better now right?" Bear picking his words carefully. "Yeah so so I guess. Good to be away from each other. I'd say we are more like friends than father and son right now." "S'OK Codester, you gots me now," Bear said kissing my head. "And I'll be yer adoptive Pa if-n ya like," Mr. Stewart' voice spoke from the doorway. He stepped in the room only wearing thin cut off denim shorts. He came and sat on the trough holding his hand to my face. "Son, sometimes the death of someone special can make ya do and say things ya really don't mean. I'll wager he said that very soon after yer Ma passed on, right?" I nodded. "Yes Sir, at the wake." "See, Naw, I ain't saying it was right for him to say that to you, but maybe try and cut him some slack. I wager he's hell-a torn up inside now about it. Betcha he beats himself up all the time bout it." "Then why don't he say something about it to me?" I slapped the water with my fists showering him with water. Mr. Stewart's hand gripped my chin, shaking my head slightly to get my attention. "Maybe he don't know how to son? Ever think of that?" I hadn't actually, just assumed he was a total fucktard asshat. "I thinks tomorrow, you saddle up some horses and you and yer Pa take a nice long ride. I'll get Ma ta pack yous a lunch and ya gos and talks." He looked at Bear, "Y'all stay here. Cody and his Pa need to work it out on their own, ya gets me?" "Yes Papa I do." "All right boys, naw don't be staying up too late ya hear? We'll talk about what happened earlier some other time." He got up and walked away. "Dump that bin out when ya done, ya hear? Don't need to be seeing none a yer dick snot floatin around in it tomorra." He left us laughing. Bear held up his hands, his fingers were all wrinkled like a prune. "How bout we get outta here and head to bed?" I agreed and after a brief make out we dumped the trough, gathered our clothes and headed to our room. My dad arrived about ten the next morning. I didn't see him at first as I was busy with my chores, trying to finish as quickly as I could. A whistle from Mr. Stewart drew my attention to the porch and there he sat, drinking coffee. He wasn't too excited about the horseback ride, but relented when Bear agreed to go with us. "I know you and I have some talking to do, but I would like a chance to know the young man who has won your heart," my dad said taking Bear's shoulder in his hand. Bear was excited to go and looked to his Pa for permission. Mr. Stewart nodded and told us to git. We saddled up, giving my dad a rather tame older mare to ride. I think Lancelot knew this was my dad and seemed to take extra care to make sure he was OK. As we rode we chatted about all that had been going on in my life and how things were back home for him. Bear led us on some easy trails to a scenic vista where we lazed around eating lunch in the warm sun. I enjoyed watching my dad grill Bear about his intentions with me. He was serious, but kept it light, injecting some of his special humor. It took Bear a bit to get used to it, but soon was joking right back at him, making my dad smile. Something I hadn't seen him do a lot of since mom died, especially where I was concerned. On the ride back, with Bear ahead of us, my dad reached over and touched my shoulder; "He's a nice young man son. I like him. He is good for you." I think Lancelot knew this was a special moment between us and kept us back from Bear. "I think this family is good for you. I know I haven't been much of a father to you lately and that I lost your trust and respect. I would like to try to get it back, if you'll let me." I was silent as I considered his words. Lancelot nodded his head and whinnied loudly as if telling me to say yes. "I'd like that," I told him as Bear rode back to us. "Y'all OK," he asked. "I heard the whinny and thought something was wrong." I looked at him and smiled patting Lancelot's neck. "Were find," dad told him. "Just his buddy putting in his two cents." Bear went on to tell my dad about how Lancelot had taken to me. The bond we'd formed and how not very many could ride him. Bear entertained him the rest of the ride back. That made me feel good and a bit embarrassed as my dad kept giving me looks, hearing that the bond was a kin to love, and how it made him jealous at times. We got back to the farm in the mid afternoon. My dad joining us as we took care of the horses. I could see the Stewart's keeping an eye on us as we worked, but let us be. Dad was invited to stay for dinner, but he couldn't as he had work in the morning and wanted to get home before dark. It was an emotional goodbye, my dad hugging me, kissing my head, telling me to be a good boy and mind my manners. He hugged Bear too, telling him to take good care of his son. Bear promised he would and my dad ruffled his hair, making a comment about how long it was. Dad promised to come back soon and see me, the Stewart's telling him he was always welcome and could stay here on the farm. He soon drove off and out of sight, my mood sullen and quiet. I ended up out behind the barn in the hay pile. My mind flooded with thoughts. I could smell supper but I wasn't hungry. I was dreading going back to school, a new school to boot. I had quit to support myself. Dad had become worthless. His anger at me, for whatever reason, led him to pack up and move to the basement of the house. He still worked but refused to pay a cent for anything. The bank was calling saying they were going to foreclose, the oil man was going to come suck the fuel oil out of our tank, and the lights were going to get turned off. I was working but not much. I had two shifts a week washing dishes. So I quit school. Dad signing me out. I went to my boss and told him what was going on and he gave me more shifts and a small raise. Trust me it was barely enough to pay the bills. I did it though. I didn't have any life but work, but, I paid the bills and got everything current. That's when my sister stepped in and set dad straight. That's when it was decided I would go live with her and go back to school. School, great. I was a smart kid, but was never pushed to apply myself. I sneaked by with 'D's' and the occasional 'C'. My last semester I broke the record with straight 'F's'. Now I was going to live with my sister who went to college, had a Master's degree and was soon to marry a teacher. How was this going to be good? "Ma and Pa are worried bout you," Bear's voice quietly spoke. He climbed up next to me, pulling me on to him, his arms wrapping around my chest. "Sorry, just needed some time alone is all." I felt his lips on my neck, his body pressing to mine. I swear I could actually feel all of my troubles leaving me and flowing into him. I relaxed back onto him, my head now beside his. Our breathing in unison as we lay there quietly under the stars. We were up at the crack of dawn. I was actually washed and dressed before Bear and Damion even crawled out of bed. I was excited. I had a new job and it was doing something I liked doing. It kept my mind occupied and I could already feel the changes in my body. After a huge breakfast and tending to the animals we needed to get ready for the deliveries of feed and hay that were coming. This meant rotating what we had left in the barn, so that the new stuff was put in first and the older stuff last. Bear and I lugged huge fifty pound bags of dusty grain feed out of the storeroom stacking it in the main barn. By the time that was complete, we'd shed our shirts, trying to stay as cool as we could. We then joined Mr. Stewart and Damion in the loft, moving the bales of hay and alpha. This shipment would get them through the summer, when another shipment would come in. By the time we'd finished the first truck arrived bringing in the grain feed. The driver and his helper moved the huge sacks from the truck into the barn, dumping them in a big pile. We formed a line and passed the sacks into the room where Damion stacked them neatly. Our stomachs were grumbling by the time we finished, but the hay truck pulled in so lunch would have to wait. This truck had a conveyor on it which moved the hay up to the loft. We had to move quickly so that the belt kept moving. Holy shit these things were heavy! We used big hooks to stab the bales at each end, then lifting and luging them to where they were stacked. It was extremely hard work and freaking hot, but I still loved every minute of it. I stood in the loft door watching the driver take the conveyor down, my hands on my hips. I was drenched in sweat and filthy, but I was proud of myself. Mr. Stewart came up and draped his beefy sweaty arm around my neck. His musk was strong but not offensive. It was the scent of hard work. I wanted to bury my face in his hot pit, but thought otherwise. "OK kiddo, one more load like that and we're done." He tweaked my nipple with his gloved fingers. I stood and took it like a man, the feeling causing my dick to stir, but before I could act the roar of another truck driving down the driveway made my mind focus on the next load. "GG's here," Bear said coming up next to me. I looked out at the big semi with a white lettered sign on the door proclaiming 'G. Grooms - feed and supplies'. The truck positioned its self under the loft door and the driver climbed out. "Brought a helper to give ya boys a hand Lou," the portly man said waving up at us. Mr. Stewart headed down, leaving us in the loft. The passenger door to the truck opened and the other boy from the jumping contest climbed out. "Sup Glenn," Bear shouted down to him. He waved as he looked up, his smile getting bigger as he saw me with Bear and Damion. He hopped down and made his way up to the loft where he greeted us warmly. "Helpin my Pa do deliveries to make some cash. Don't pay much, but moneys money." We all shook hands, Glenn patting my back with his hand, "Hiya champ." We were about halfway through, struggling to keep up with the numerous bales dumping off the conveyor. Sweat poured from every inch of our bodies as we hustled the heavy bales around. Poor Glenn was suffering. He wasn't fat, just stocky, but the heat and the work was almost too much. "Better strip off that shirt," I finally told him, "Before you collapse." He gave me a look and I realized he may be embarrassed to do it due to his larger size. "Come on buddy, none of us is gonna win a beauty contest." Glenn chuckled looking me up and down. "Speak fer yerslef," Bear shouted, jumping up on a bale. He struck several muscled poses before Damion shouted to stop 'messin bout' and get back to work. We all laughed and started working again. Bear nudged me and nodded with his head to Glenn, who'd taken off his shirt. "Ain't neva seen him do that fore," he whispered slinging a bale up to Damion. Glenn need not be embarrassed. Like I said he was stocky but not huge. Oh sure his pecs were a bit bouncy and his belly pronounced but he wasn't bad to look at. He just needed a shot of self-confidence. With the last bale handed off to Damion for stacking, we all let out a sigh of completion. I gave Glenn a pat on the back and thanked him for all his help. We all rode the conveyor down to the truck as Mr. Stewart settled the bill. We sat on the steps of the porch drinking iced tea, wiping our faces with our shirts. Not much was said as I think we were all pretty worn out. "Y'all want to stay for supper George," Mrs. Stewart asked. "Thank you, no. Me and the Mrs. Are going up ta Conway fer our anniversary tonight. Come on son, we best be going." Mr. Grooms started heading for his truck. I looked to Bear and mouthed 'quarry' and nodded to Glenn who was getting up to go. Bear tapped his leg and motioned for him to stay. "AH, hey Pa? It OK if I hang out here with them fer a spell? If-n it ain't no trouble that is." He looked around nervously. "Yeah," Damion cut in, "we's heading up for a swim so stay, one of us'll get ya home later." "All right, long as he ain't being a bother," his dad said with a wave. The four of us headed off, walking up the trail. "Wait, I can't go swimming," Glenn stammered. "I ain't gots no shorts or towel." We all chuckled. "None of us do boy," Damion said still walking, "that's why they call it skinny dippin. Then we let the sun do the drying." Glenn seemed extremely nervous, as Bear and Damion continued to walk, I went over to Glenn. "Come on bud. Nothing to worry about. We all got the same shit down there." I nodded to his crotch. He gave me a slight smile. "Come on, I won't look, promise." I covered my eyes with my hand. Then separating my fingers to look at him again, "much..." He gave me a shove and trotted off to catch up with the brothers. Once we arrived, the brothers and I were almost immediately naked. Damion wasted no time and was flying out and down into the water. Bear and I waiting for our new friend as he slowly stripped off his boots and jeans. He paused, standing in his white briefs, a small yellow stain on the crotch. I repeated my actions covering my eyes and peeking through my fingers, making Glenn and Bear laugh. I noticed Glenn sneaking peeks at both me and Bear and neither one of us tried to hide or let on we had caught him. Glenn took a deep breath and hooked his thumbs in his undies bending as he yanked them down. When he stood his hands covered himself so we couldn't see anything. "OK, well I'm outta here," Bear said as he ran and dove off the edge. Glenn slowly walked to the edge, Damion and Bear calling up for him to come on and hurry up. He shot me a look of fear as his legs started to shake. "I can't, it's too high," he said. I walked up and stood beside him. "It's nothing really, but you can walk down and go in from the shore if you want to." The brothers kept calling up for us to jump, shouting that we were chicken. "Codester," Bear yelled up. "Take his hand and jump together!" I looked at Glenn and after a few seconds he nodded. I guided him back several feet. "Just relax, I'll count to three, we run and jump." I held out my hand but he stood frozen with his hands cupping his junk. I wriggled my fingers between his hands and his body, pulling it away. I didn't look directly, but could see why he might feel shy. His cock was not large, and yeah I am sure some shrinkage was occurring due to embarrassment, but still he had no need to hide it. He blushed and looked away. I lifted his chin turning him to face me. "Hey now," I said softy, moving his other hand away from his cock an balls, "best thing to do is show it and get it over with. There, nothing to freak out over," I looked down at his cut cock jutting out from his crotch. "OK? See nothing to worry about." Glenn merely looked at me with no expression. "Ain't no one gonna say shit to you here, OK? If they do, they got to deal with me." Glenn smiled a bit and nodded. "OK, on three. One, two... Three!" We took off running and leapt from the edge. Glenn's screams of terror echoed loudly off the granite walls as we plunged into the water below. We surfaced together, his scream of terror now replaced with a shout of triumph. "Best thing to do now," Bear said swimming to us, "is get your butt back up there and do it again, come on I'll go with you guys." He swam off with us following close behind. As we stood on the top, nothing was said about Glenn's size as I knew it wouldn't be. With me in the middle, we grabbed hands and ran, jumping off the edge, Glenn's hand gripping mine tightly. We splashed into the water, sinking deep down. As we began to surface I felt a hand brush over my cock, then felt it take ahold of it and squeezing. I was bothered that Bear would do that, here with Glenn with us, but as I surfaced saw that bear was several feet behind me and could not have done it. The hand released my cock as Glenn broke the surface. He averted my eyes as he swam back from me, his face a bright red color. I have set up the notify list, as a vast majority of you have emailed me requesting I set one up. 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