Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 03:18:01 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City Boy Farm Boy chapter 29

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 Chapter 29


*** "Oh for Christ sake," I screamed at him.  "WHERE IS IT?"  Kenny smiled
and flicked his finger on his hat as he leaned back;

"That there barn belongs to Mr. Paul..."

We sat in stunned silence for several minutes, pondering what Kenny had
just said.  I was in disbelief.  But surly with the age of the things we
saw, Mr. Paul was not involved, right?

Kenny then sprang more news on us.  Seems his cousin from Arkansas was
coming through town with his family, and they were stopping off at his
place for a few days.

"So was wonderin if maybe y'all wouldn't mind if-in I ride out early and
bring him back fer the last night he-a?"

Seems he was our age and just as country as Kenny was.  I chuckled,
momentarily forgetting the tunnels and Mr. Paul.

"Please," I laughed, "as country as you?  There aint no one as country as
you cowboy."  We spent a while longer chatting and smoking some more
joints, before we crashed on the comforters for the night.



I remained awake, my mind swimming with thoughts of what we'd seen.  I'd
left the boys sleeping and had squatted by the fire.  I was poking at it
absentmindedly, when I felt two strong hands caress my shoulders.  I
relaxed at the touch, momentarily unconcerned as to which of the boys it
was.  We were all best buds, and cared about each other, so why would it
matter.  As I leaned back against the warm firm body behind me my eyes
looked to where the boys slept.

I suddenly fell forward, pulling from the hands that were now caressing
down over my naked pecs, my eyes seeing all three boys sound asleep where I
have left them.  As I fell I rolled to my back my eyes now seeing the
Indian as he quickly stood, his hands raised in an apologetic way.

"Caddo," he spoke clearly.  "It is just me.  I have returned to you as I
feel the worry in your mind.  I sense the questions you seek to find
answers for."  He lowered himself and reached out his hand, to pull me up.

I took it willingly, feeling his strength, even as a ghost, or whatever he
was.  He quickly hugged me, his body warm against mine.  I pushed back, not
breaking the embrace completely.

"You are warm.  How is that possible?"  I stroked my hand down his chest,
my fingers working against his skin.  He felt so real.

"It is because I am really here.  I am not a dream.  Feel the life flowing
through me Caddo."  He took my other hand and placed it on his neck.  I
could feel his pulse as he pressed my hand tighter.  "Know that I am here
with you as I am always.  The Great Mother has allowed us this gift, this
night."  He released my hand and stepped back.  He lowered his head,
looking at himself.  "Am I not pleasing to see?"

I looked him up and down.  He was dressed as I'd always seen him.
Moccasins with leggings, a loin cloth and the three feathers tied to his
hair.  I realized that I had always seen him as attractive but never could
admit it I guess.  I stepped up to him and held his shoulders.

"You are very pleasing to look at."  I know I blushed deeply with these
words, but they were said and could not be taken back.  He smiled at me, a
twinkle in his eyes.

"As I am pleased seeing you."  He continued to smile as we stood there.

I touched the scar on his left pec, feeling the raised tissue.  I repeated
this to the scar on his right pec.

"What are these from," I asked softly.

"Come, sit with me.  It is easier to show then to speak the words."  He sat
us down facing each other.  He began to chant softly his hands holding my
face.

I closed my eyes, my head light.  I felt something under my feet and opened
my eyes to see a sunny plain.  A large pole stood upright not far from
where I now stood.  I could hear the same chanting he had been doing at the
camp, but now it was louder.

I looked around and saw him walking closer, dropping a leather bag to the
ground.  I lifted my hand but he seemed to not see me.  He approached an
older man, similarly dressed, but with more feathers and other jewelry.  He
stood before this man proudly.  They spoke, but I could not understand the
words.  I saw my Indian friend nod one time.  The old man stepped to the
large pole and took something in his hand.  Something attached to what
looked like twine, anchored to the top of the pole.  The old man continued
to chant as he manipulated a metal hook of some sort, driving the hooked
end into the firm chest muscle of my young Indian friend.

The boy made now show of pain as the hook was curled through his flesh, and
out again.  The same was done to his other pec, tiny rivulets of his blood,
running down his chest from the wounds the hooks had made.

"I felt no pain," my Indian's voice said coming from behind me.  I felt his
body press to my back, his hands coming to hold my chest where the hooks
had pierced him.

I realized I was seeing a memory, his memory of this ceremony.  I opened my
mouth to speak but was shh'ed.

"Speak not.  You must watch to understand."  I could feel his hot breath on
my neck.  Feel his crotch pressing to my ass.  His hands conveying to my
chest the strange sensation I assumed he had felt that day.

"I had spent three moons in the world alone.  I did to prove I was strong.
To show the elders I was ready to be a part of the tribe.  My people."

We were closer now.  Standing not two feet from, his memory.  I could see
only one feather tied to his hair.  Black with a white end, the very edge
of the tip red.  He stood proudly before this man, his face strong with
pride.

The old man slapped him hard on the center of his chest, my young Indian
leaning back, the hooks in his chest straining, the line connecting him to
the pole going taut.  The old man nodding once and moving off some
distance.

I could feel pressure in my pecs under his hands.  I could feel the hooks
pulling on my skin as they must have for him.  My Indian behind me Reached
out and waved his hand in an arcing motion.  He sun above us quickly moving
across the sky, the land growing lighter then slowly darkening.

The Indian that he had been began to dance, moving around the pole, the
twine connecting him flailing around the more he moved.  With a sudden jerk
to the left he ripped the hook from his chest, a cutting pain in my pec.

He staggered slightly, then continued his dance.  Soon a violent jerk to
the right and the other hook ripped free, now pain in my right pec.  I
watched as the old man returned and looked into his eyes.  He nodded one
time and then stepped to tie a second feather to his hair.

There was a loud shriek from the side and another young male Indian
appeared.  Similarly dressed, two feathers in his hair as well.  He spoke
forcefully, his words strange to my ears.  He tossed a leather bag, similar
to the one I'd seen my Indian drop earlier.  The bag landing at the feet of
the Indian I knew.  This new Indian pointed to the bag, speaking more
words.

The Indian who was the one I knew stepped back to retrieve the bag he'd
dropped.  He tossed it to land at the new Indian's feet, speaking similar
words.  They each picked up the others bag and stepped to the old man,
offering the bags to him.

The old man, tied the bags to his waist.  He then placed their hands on the
others chest, holding them there.  The Indians stood staring at each other
as the old man chanted.  When he'd finished, he took from a pouch on his
waist two solid black feathers.  He held these between the Indians,
speaking softly to them.

The Indians each took a feather and after touching their foreheads, lifted
it to the darkening sky.  They then lowered them, touching them to their
chests, then to the others chest.  They released the feathers, which stayed
without being held.

The old man began chanting again.  Taking the feathers, one at a time, and
tying it to each Indian's hair.  He spoke two words I did understand as he
tied each feather.

"Isilly", when he tied it to the Indian I knew and "Muwin", as he tied it
to the others.  He then made them grasp hands and squeezed them tight.

This image faded and I was back at the camp site.  I stood with Isilly, as
I know knew him, as we had been in the vision, his lips to my ear.

"I became a man that day," he whispered to me.  "I became mated to Muwin
that day."  He fell silent, I could feel the sadness in his touch, as he
released me, stepping to my side.  He gestured to the open area.  His eyes
telling me he had fond memories of this place.

"Our village was here, long ago.  This was the village of the Loon."  He
turned and showed me the solid black feather.  "Only they who were Oshoosh
lived here."  He again showed me the black feather.  "Muwin and I lived
here."  I nodded my understanding.  He pointed to the waterfall, tears
staining his face.  "He was there, the day the devil men came.  I was
there," His arm pointed to the far side of the clearing.  "Devil men came
with long thunder sticks and those who fought them died.  Muwin came fast
to fight but the devil man hit him with a club and knocked him to the
ground."  He paused, his tears flowing solemnly down his cheeks.  "He put
thick chains on him and dragged him there."  His hand pointed to the path
we had used earlier, going back and forth to the tunnels.  "Many died that
day.  They who lived were taken with Muwin into the rocks above with the
devil men."

"But you lived!  You lived and tried to save Muwin, right?"  My voice
filled with worry and excitement.

Isilly fell silent, motioning me to follow him.  He moved quickly, showing
me how he hid, following the devil men.  He moved up the path and soon we
were near where the stream crossed our path.  He crept forward to the
stream, near to where the small rise led to the tunnels.  I moved to stand
by his side, his face looking to the ground.

"Devil man came from behind."  Gesturing with his hand behind himself.
"BOOM!"  He smacked the back of his head, turning, he parted his long
silken hair.  He took my hand and pressed my fingers to the nape of his
neck.  My fingers touching a large indentation.

"He shot you!"  My words were screamed in my head but a mere whisper
between us.  Isilly nodded, pointing to the stream.

"Devil man put me there and the Great Mother took me."

I wrapped him in my arms, holding him tight.  I could feel his tears, wet
to my skin, but he sobbed not once.

"I have to tell the others all of this.  They have to know what happened."
I gently pulled his head back so I could look at him.  "You must tell me
what to do.  I want to help you find the peace you once had.  Before this
fucking tragedy."  He took my face and kissed me.  His tears had stopped, a
smile now forming on his lips.

"Yes Caddo, you will.  Is why you are here.  Why my spirit has come to
you."  His lips pressed to mine once again, a great feeling of love
transferring between us.  "I will lead you here when the sun comes anew.
Here you will find proof of all I have said this night.  Take what you find
that was once of me.  You must then find that which was of Muwin.  Give
these back to us so we may walk with the Great Mother, together."

We walked, hand in hand back to the camp, which looked as it had when this
whole vision quest had begun.  The boys lay as I remembered seeing them
last.

Isilly stood with me, his front pressed to my side, his arms lovingly
around me.

"His love for you is strong, Caddo.  Stronger than any you have known.  He
is the Muwin of your day and you.  You are as me."  He slid around and
kissed me once again.

"Are you leaving me?"  I asked this with a note of deep sadness in my
voice.

"I leave now, as my time here this night is done."  He stroked my face
softly.  "I know your mind Caddo.  I feel your thoughts."  He slid his hand
down my chest, pulling his body back so his hand could caress my now
swollen cock.  "Know that I share these thought with you."  He released me
and guided my hand inside his loin cloth, my fingers encircling his thick
cock.  "Our desire to lay together as we stand now, cannot happen until
such time as I am again with Muwin.  Only then can we do was we both wish
to do." He kissed me one final time, my hand coming off of his cock to hold
his face.  "You have but to touch he who I inhabit to be with me."  We
hugged, his form, slowly vanishing, slipping from my grasp.



I felt a wetness on my face and thought briefly he had returned for one
final kiss.  I opened my eyes and looked up to see big brown horse eyes
looking down at me.  Fat, warm rubbery lips, giving me wet kisses that
Lancelot was famous for.  I rose up and hugged his head to me.  He nuzzled
me briefly, then wandered back to where the other horses were resting.

I rubbed my head, scanning the camp.  I saw no change from when I first
felt Isilly's touch.  I struggled with the thought of how could it be.  How
could such a long adventure be over in a matter of seconds?  Yet as I
looked at the boys and the fire still burning brightly, seconds were all
that had passed.



I woke to the sound of someone moving about.  I sat up and saw Kenny
washing the sleep from his body at the shore, in the early morning dawns
light.  I slipped from Bear's embrace and stepped to the side to piss.
Kenny finished and came to join me, our streams soaking into the ground.

"Mornin city," his drawl quiet as to not wake the others.  "I'm up early ta
ride an get JR."  He looked at me and smiled.  "Buddy yous gonna love him I
knows it."  He smacked my butt and ordered me back to sleep.  "Go on city,
get some shuteye.  Not even quarter ta six yet."  He led me back and helped
me lay back down with Bear.  "Gonna ride hard city, gettin my ass back her
by ten.  Needs me ta bring y'all anything?"  I reached up and stroked his
face.

"Just bring your sexy cowboy ass back in one piece OK?"  He leaned close to
my face, at first I thought to kiss me.

"I'm planning on doin jus that city."  He mussed my hair and headed off to
get his horse.  I barely remember hearing him ride off before I was back
asleep.



"Well sheet, will ya lookie at that," Kenny's voice jolted me awake.
"Lookie at them heffas still laying there sleeping."  He broke out
laughing, a second, loud jovial laugh joining his.

"Yeah layin thar nakid as the day they was born," came a heavily accented
voice I did not recognize.  I sat up and looked around with sleepy eyes.
Kenny rode up on his horse, a bright and cheery smile on his face.  He
flicked his hat like he always did to me, swinging his leg up, hooking it
on the horn of his saddle.  He pushed his hat back, his hair matted with
sweat.  Dark sweat marks, staining his underarms and chest.

A second horse rode into view from behind him.  A top it sat a stock boy
maybe twenty or twenty one.  He stopped next to Kenny and dismounted.  He
was tall, maybe six foot five at least.  His build was stocky, but looked
solid.  He wore a faded t shirt, jeans, a hunter's orange ball cap and work
boots.  His accent was thick, like Kenny's but you could tell he wasn't
from Texas.  He pulled off his ball cap and wiped his brow.  The sun
glinted off the emerald green stud that pierced his ear, making his blue
eyes stand out even more.  His hair was dark, but slick with sweat, so it's
true color I could not discern.  His face sported a well-groomed goatee.
He replaced his hat and lifted his shirt to wipe his face, showing off is
semi hairy tummy and chest.

When he'd finished he wiped his hand on his jeans and strut over to where I
sat.  He shoved his hand forward for me to shake;

"Mornin Bubba, I'm JR."  I shook his warm hand as I stood, him towering
over me.

"That there stud is city, er I means Cody.  Um, sorry bud."  I made a face
at Kenny for his slip.

"I'm Cody, nice to meet you."  His grip was strong and his hands calloused
from hard work.

"Sure is.  Done heard nothing but good shit bout you.  Fawk, cuz he don't
talk bout much else," JR slapped Kenny's leg hard.

By now Joel and Bear were awake and introductions were made for each.
Maybe I wasn't fully awake, I don't know, but JR seemed to have greeted me
better than he did the others.  Like I said I don't know, might be my
imagination.

I picked up a pair of shorts and was about to slip them on when JR came
over and patted my back.

"Aint no bother bubba. I'ma fixing to strip off and hit that there water.
Be a shame to hafta swim it by my lonesome."  I looked around at the boys.
Joel and Bear were naked, setting our grub and Kenny was nearby half naked
himself.  It seemed that no one either heard JR's comment or paid it no
mind.  I chuckled and dropped the shorts.

JR peeled off his shirt and took a seat working on his boots.  I was just
about to head and help with the food when JR reached up and smacked my
butt.

"Hey Cody, mind helpin a bud out?"  I turned and looked as he lifted his
boot towards me.  I shrugged and grabbed the warm leather, giving a strong
tug, sliding it off.  I repeated this with the other boot.  Setting it down
next to him.

I couldn't help but watch as he stood up and shucked his jeans then his
boxers, my eyes drinking in the sight of his soft cock as it hung over some
low hanging balls.  I bit my tongue so I didn't accidently lick my lips.

JR seemed oblivious to my gawking as his tossed his cloths in a pile near
Kenny's.  He looked around on the ground for something, his hand giving
first his cock a nice solid pull, and then several long tubs to his balls.

"Man, sure feels good to air out the boys," he commented as he looked up to
see me staring.  He smiled big as he walked up to me.  "Bubba, this here is
one hundred percent pure Arkansas country cock.  Ya gots ta watch out he's
gots him a mind a his own, don't he Ken?"  Before Kenny could answer, JR
swung his beefy arm around my neck; "Hopin he don't go getting excited
seeing all this prime stud meat."  He burst out laughing, "Ya hear me
bubba?"  He held on to me as he turned to see our horses grazing nearby.

Kenny had already stripped and then unsaddled his and JR's horse, turning
them loose.

"OK Cody, lemme see ifin I can figure out which is yours."  His eyes
scanned the group of horses, his body moving mine as he tried to get a
better look. His hand slipped to my back, patting between my shoulders.
"That's him," his finger pointing at Lancelot.  I looked up at him, amazed
at how he knew.

Kenny walked up, his face beaming under his hat, the only clothes he wore.
He came to stand beside me.

"He's good huh?"  His hand smacked my butt.  He then leaned around me,
giving JR's chest a bump with his hand.  "Where's Chevy?"

JR looked about, turning to scan the entire area.  He turned past me, his
front rubbing against my side as a loud shrilled whistle emanated from his
lips.

"CHEVVVVVEEYYY!" He called out, his voice reminding me of when people call
in the hogs.  He gave another loud whistle, his attention suddenly going to
the brush near the entrance to the clearing.

A huge shiny black dog, larger than a regular Black Lab, burst through the
brush, charging straight for us.  I instinctively side stepped part way
behind JR as I was sure this beast was going to attack us.

JR just stood there as the huge dog ran up, casually extending his arm, his
finger pointing to an area about three feet in front of us.  The dog
arrived at that spot and promptly sat, panting heavily, looking only at JR.

JR bent down and began rough housing with the dog, shaking his head around
and playfully slapping its solid body.  The dog responded with huffs while
playfully trying to get JR's hands in his mouth.

"Bud," JR chuckled at me, "This here's Chevy.  Best dang hunting dog in
Arkansas."  He stood up and flicked a finger, pointing to me.  "Chevy?  say
howdy pardner."  The dog looked at me for a second then made a sort of
yawning sound that actually did sound like he was saying howdy.  JR patted
my back; "Y'all can pet him ifn ya want.  He may look all big an mean but
he just a big ol bundle a love."

I reached out unafraid.  I stroked his head and played with his floppy
ears.  He responded by pressing his head to my hand, enjoying the attention
from a new person.  JR let me pet him for a few minutes then commanded him
to go play, his hand motioning the dog to go.

"Just look at them big balls boys," JR stated proudly.  "Them there is
money boys.  Couple hundred a pup."  I watched as Chevy trotted off, his
nuts swinging back and forth.

I chuckled as my mind began thinking how all these people made money on the
sexual activities of their animals.  I mean Pa and Lancelot, now JR and
Chevy.  JR gave his own balls a tug and then uttered a hooping call.

"HOOOOO-EEEEEE!  Damed if I don't got a stink on me that curl a pigs dick.
Whatcha think boy?" He quickly stepped around me, grabbing Kenny, shoving
his moist pit in in his face.

Kenny squealed, his hands beating against JR as he struggled to free
himself.  JR held him tight, telling him to get a good whiff.

"Y'all aint never gonna smell nothing sweeter.  That there is pure
Arakansas country stink."  Kenny finally managed to pull free, his mouth
open, gasping for air.  JR began to laugh.  "Not like dolled up, perfumed
Texas cowboy funk."  JR flexed his arms striking a pose.  Kenny backed up
several feet, his hands on his knees.

"You dirty ass, inbred, hillbilly shit fuck!"  Kenny screamed as he lunged
at the much larger JR, hitting him hard.  JR didn't even move, just laughed
louder.

"Whens you gonna learn cowboy?  You aint gots enuff muscle to take me on."
JR scooped Kenny up and slung him over his beefy shoulder, smacking his ass
as he ran them into the lake.  JR tossing Kenny a good five feet away from
him.

JR turned to face the rest of us, Joel and Bear now coming to stand with
me, and struck another pose, again flexing his strength for us to gawk at.

"Jest a messin with my favorite cuz boys, dontcha be worryin none."  He
suddenly exhaled violently as Kenny hit him with a surprise attack from
behind, knocking him face first into the water.  Kenny rose up
triumphantly, and stood beaming at us.  The three of us nodded and took off
running, all bent on dethroning Kenny.

Joel hit him with a total body slam, as Bear was able to wrap his arms
around me, tumbling us backwards into the refreshing water.  Bear and I
wrestled playfully, the water making our skin slick.  He pretended to be
some wild animal and began biting at my neck.

JR emerged from the water, Kenny in a full nelson, struggling in vain to
get free.  Joel surfaced next to them laughing loudly.

"Go for the ribs," JR yelled.  "hes gots him a tickle spot."  Kenny whined
and pleaded for Joel not to, but his cries of torment when unheard as Joel
set to work tickling his ribs.

Kenny's squeals filled the air as JR held him aloft, his legs kicking and
thrashing wildly.

"Cuts it out yas gonna make me pee myself."  Laughter from all of us
erupted as a fat stream of piss began to dribble from Kenny's swollen cock.

Bear stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, and watched as
Kenny continued to fight.  His piss now coming is spurts as he fought for
control of his bladder.



Joel finally stopped, JR dropping Kenny, giving him a hard smack to his
ass.

"That'll teach cha to call me a hillbilly, Ya bow legged cow poke."  I
thought Kenny was going to attack him again, but they hugged like best
friends.  "Aw," JR moaned, "I missed ya too cuz!  More then ya eva gonna
know."  They separated laughing, Kenny again throwing his arms around the
big boy, giving him another loving hug.

JR Nuzzled his face to the top of Kenny's head, I imagined kissing him.

"Hey now, nuff of that.  Don't need these studs thinkin we is inbred."



We horsed around in the lake for a short time longer, then munched
sandwiches and chips as the hot sun dried our bodies.

We dressed and headed back up to the tunnel to explore some more.  I told
the guys what I had dreamed, in vague details.  Nothing about the manhood
ceremony did I feel like sharing.  That was personal for me.  Nor did I
express anything about Isilly and me becoming intimate.  These parts I
would share with Bear when he and I were alone.

When we reached the upper open area, I felt the eyes of everyone on me.  I
looked around for where Isilly and I had been but, it had been dark.  I was
getting angry, as he had told me to look in that spot.  Now I was here and
I had no clue where to look.



Joel and Kenny took JR up to the hole in the rock, to examine the tunnel.
Bear and I stayed on the other side of the stream while I wandered back and
forth hoping to find where I needed to look.  My stress level was rising
and I know it showed.  Bear spun me around, his strong arms pulling me to
him.

"Stop looking and you will find it," he cooed to me, his lips kissing me.
I returned his affection but my eyes looked past us to the boys who were
too busy looking in the hole to notice us.  "Jus focus on me stud."  Bear
whispered our lips still pressed together.  "I want that there hillbilly to
know you is off the market."  He kissed me harder, his hands kneading my
ass.  "Atta boy," bear chuckled, spinning us so now if they looked they'd
see his hands digging on my ass.

"I don't want him baby," I said pulling back, stroking my hands through his
long hair.  "I belong to you."



We were about to join the boys, when Lancelot trotted up the path.  He
nickered seeing me and Bear embracing, his head nodding in approval.  He
wandered slightly down stream towards the falls, coming to a stop and
sniffing the ground.  I gasped and clutched at Bear's shirt pointing to
Lancelot, the snaps popping open down to his jeans.  I spun to look at him,
my mouth agape but suddenly realizing I hadn't told him about how Isilly's
spirit was in Lancelot, I snapped my mouth shut.

Bear gave me a puzzled look and I could feel the questions on his mind.  I
debated quickly whether or not to just tell him.  I decided that I would
wait as it was a subject that would need explanation and privacy.  Besides
I didn't need him thinking his city boy had totally gone nuts.

Instead, I began tugging his shirt to have him follow me.  The tail ends
coming free of the front of his jeans, the final two snaps popping audibly.

"What's he doing," I queried, knowing full well what he was up to.  "You
ever see him do that?"  Bear was reluctantly following me, his face
switching from looking at his now bare chest and abs, my hands clutching
his shirt and me.  We were almost too where Lancelot was and I stopped
briefly.  I looked at my farm boy, looking sexy with his shirt splayed open
in the front.  Sweat glistening in the sun.  I turned him so the boys who
were now watching our actions could see.

I slid my hands in his shirt, around his waist, making sure to keep what
remained held by his jeans, tucked in.  I leaned closer and brazenly licked
my tongue over each of his nipples, tasting his salty sweat, a loud moan
coming from his throat.

I pulled my hands back, my mouth still moving between his nipples.  I used
both hands to slide down over his crotch, giving his cock and balls a good
squeeze.  Bear brought his hands to my head and I could feel his hesitation
as he began to pull my mouth from his nipple.

"A-yup, that there be enough for now you horn dog."  I stood up and looked
into his beautiful eyes, his hands caressing my face, fingers combing
through my hair.  "Yeah was tough makin ya stop, but she-it, ifn ya didn't,
I'd be needen to make love right here and now."  I leaned closer to him his
breath huffing over my face.

"I thought you needed to have that, that hillbilly know he couldn't have
me?"  I kissed him softly.  "What better way than to let him see us make
love, right her right now?"  I wasn't lying, I really did but I also wanted
to see what Lancelot was doing.  My hope was he was reminding me where to
look, but Bear's closeness was winning me over.  I kissed him again,
deeper, more passionately.  I know he knew it, but I wanted him to know he
was mine as much as I was his.

"MMM, oh, mmm, yeah baby.  Fuck you gotta stop or Ima gonna nut."  Bear
gasped into my still kissing mouth.

I gave him one last squeeze, his cock swelling, his cum ready to burst out
and fill his jeans.  I kissed his open mouth;

"OK I'll stop, but you better not nut this load till you are nutting it in
me."  I released his cock, his breathing, hard and labored.  I backed up,
leaving him standing there, teetering between control and cuming.

I could clearly see his fat cock throbbing in his tight jeans.  A wet spot
forming at the head as he leaked his pre.  His abs heaved as he breathed
trying to regain control.  I took another step back.  I watched his eyes
follow my hands as my fingers hooked in the spaces between the pearl snaps.

I gave a slight tug, the top button, about mid-chest popping open.  Bears
lips parting, his eyes desperately trying to not look yet he could not look
away.  Another tug and the next two buttons popped open, leaving just the
one above where my jeans and belt were.

Trickles of sweat ran from under the bill of his ball cap, dripping from
the hair that covers his eyes.  Falling to his chest and mixing with the
beading sweat that covered it.  I adjusted my stance, letting my right leg
go back, the pressure on my jeans letting him see my hard cock jutting down
my leg.

POP! The last button opened, my shit opening from a slight breeze that just
then blew past me.  I pinched my cock head with the thumb and fore finger
of my left hand and swooned my head back as I let the fingers of my right
hand trace up my abs and chest to my neck.  I moaned softly as I let my
tongue taste my wet fingers.  Bear growled loudly;

"Aw fuck!"  He groaned and was on me before I could react.  Taking me down
to the ground, his hands ripping my shirt fully open and from my jeans.
His fingers fumbled with my belt and then my jeans, finally managing to get
them open, the buttons on my fly loudly popping open.  Tearing my jeans
down below my knees.

I grunted at his roughness, his breath becoming very heavy, the sweetness
of which filling my nose.  Sweat now freely dripped from him, everywhere.

"Come on farm boy, take me! I moaned as I let my hands explore his tensed
abs.  "Come on, fuck me with your big country cock and fill me with your
sweet juice."

Bear only grunted with each movement.  His hands pushing mine away, his
head shaking 'no...'  He rose up on his knees, his hands franticly working
to get his jeans open.  When he finally got them open and down a slight
bit, his big teen cock sprang free, flinging a thick stream of pre onto me.
I reached for his cock, but he growled and moved my hands.  I was loving
this side of him.  He was a complete animal and I wanted more.



I had managed to kick my jeans inside out and was able to move my legs a
bit.  Bear, having just lowered his enough to release his near purple
colored cock, kneed my legs open as far as they would go, his strong hands
grabbing and lifting my hips.

I saw a moment of panic as he looked at his cock, his eyes darting around
looking for lube I think.  I spat a big gob of spit onto my abs and nodded
to him.  As he scooped it up he drooled another big gob from his mouth onto
his throbbing cock, rubbing both in very quickly.  His hands moving his
cock to my waiting hole.

I reached up and pulled him down as I felt his cock head rub onto my ass.

"Fuck me farm boy!  Shove it in NOW..."

With one mighty thrust, he slide his entire cock into me, my hot tight
pucker gobbling his length up.  He reared up, his back arching;

"Aw fuck ima gonna nut Codester!  Oh God!  Oh God!"  His cock shot his load
so hard I swear I could feel it blasting up into my throat!  He quickly
began fucking me, his orgasm the biggest I had ever experienced with him,
and trust me I've experienced a lot.

He fucked me until his cuming subsided, then collapsed on top of me, his
head next to mine as I began to cum between us.  Bear worked his abs to
milk every drop of my sticky load from my boy balls.

"Are you OK baby," he whisper into my ear.

"I am always OK with you."  I kissed his neck, loving the taste of his
sweat.



I think we both felt a slight bit of embarrassment as we came down from our
high.  Bear slowly rising up, easing his softening cock from my admittedly
sore hole.  I lifted up to my elbows and looked past Bear ho continued to
watch me, to see the guys, jeans around their ankles, cocks in hand.
Joel's was drooling cum, his face showing his pleasure.  JR fisted his big
hillbilly dick and drooled his load onto the grass.  Kenny took a bit
longer, his grunts heard even by Bear and me.  JR finished and reached
around and slapped Kenny's ass hard.  Kenny bucked his hips forward and
grunted, his cum shooting out at least two feet.



We remained two separate groups as we all washed in the stream, then
gathered together walking to where Lancelot still stood waiting.



"What is it boy?" I asked him, stroking his neck.  Lancelot rubbed his nose
on the ground and then stomped his front left hoof.

JR knelt down and began moving the grass to see what he could see.  He
ripped up a small section and used his knife to stab into the dirt below.
We were about to give up when his knife hit something, a dull metal on
stone clink heard by all.

We all froze, JR's eyes lifting up to look at me.  I stood there looking at
him when Lancelot nudged me. I looked at Lancelot whose eyes sparkled back
at me.  He pressed his forehead to mine and nickered softly.  In my head I
heard Isilly's voice;

"You have found me Caddo, as I said you would.  Now you must find Muwin."

I looked back to JR who had never taken his eyes from me.  I nodded to him,
and he solemnly nodded back.  He carefully began inserting his knife trying
to find a place to lift it up from the earth.

"It's not very big," JR commented off handedly.  He lay down his knife and
began digging with his fingers.

Finally at long last, he pulled a clump of black earth and held it in the
palm of his hand.  He looked to the stream and back at me.  I again nodded
and he quickly turned and washed the find in the cool waters.

His body blocked my view of what he was doing, but I knew when he lifted
his hands to examine the item.  He spoke softly, his words similar to the
one's I heard in my visits with Isilly.  I did not understand anything he
said except the final word.

"Caddo..."  He stood and turned to face me.  His face was stoic, as he
looked slowly at all of us, lastly me.  "I don't know how you knew to look
for this, or how you knew to look here."  He glanced down into his hand,
the item still hidden from view.  "I don't know all of the legends, but I
have enough Indian blood in me to know you were guided to this spot.  Took
look right here, for this."  JR stepped closer to me.  "I think you are
telling the truth about your dreams, but I don't think you have told us
everything."



"No, you are right."  I whispered.

"I think what you are saying are dreams are more correctly called visions.
I heard my Gramps telling me of visions he had as a boy and how they were,
to him anyway, as real as we stand here together."  He extended his hand to
me.  His fingers opening slowly.

Laying in his palm was a small carved piece of black granite.  Very rare in
here in a state known for its treasured granite.  I looked closely and saw
why it was so important.  The stone was finely carved into the shape of a
Coyote.

Lancelot lowered his head over my shoulder, pressing his to mine.  JR
lifted my hand giving me the carving.  His eyes clearly seeing Lancelot's
display of affection towards me.

"This belongs to you, Caddo."



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