Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2015 19:17:19 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 31

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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 31

*** Bear and I looked up to see Kenny's cousin JR standing there, a grin
from ear to ear.

"Howdy buddy... city.  Hows y'all doing?"

JR was a huge help to all of us.  He arrived around four thirty in the
morning and was hard at work by the time Bear and I dragged our butts out
to the barn.  He would still be working when we left for school and would
show back up in the afternoon to do the evening chores.

Pa's leg was not healing as it should.  I caused him a lot of pain and his
local doctor wanted him to go see a specialist.  His mood was now fouler
then I had ever seen, snapping and bitching at the smallest things.  Ma
kept him from doing anything, which only made him angrier.

School was difficult.  Besides me being new, I was never a good student to
begin with.  Ma and Pa however had rules and one of them was doing our
homework.  As soon as Bear and I would come home, it was homework time.
One hour now and another after dinner.  Pa it turns out was really good at
math and Ma a pro at English.  It always astounded me how Pa would look
over my shoulder and help me with complex Algebraic problems.

Friday finally came and we were all excited for our first weekend.  Our
football team was playing the opening game at home so I was to make my
debut as the Trojan warrior.  Riding across the field after each touchdown
our guys made.  With Pa unable to drive his truck because of his leg, Kenny
volunteered to haul Lance with his truck as he was playing in the game
anyway.

We got to the field early so I could "suit up" and Lance and I could limber
up.  I felt a bit silly in my costume, sort of, I don't know... exposed?
JR, Bear and me, mingled around in the staging area, just behind the end
zone.  A lot of the students and parents coming by to see Lancelot and me
before the game started.  I have to admit, after like the fifth picture was
taken, I was beginning to feel a bit like a movie star.  Hell even fans
players from the other team were coming over to check us out.

Lance was decked out in his normal riding tack but Two teachers I had not
met yet, had come by to add a bunch of cloth draping's to his leads and
headstall.  I was wearing these Trojan style boots, and a flappy skirt kind
of thing.  I had a sword, it was fake, attached to my waist, and leather
studded straps that crossed my bare chest.  On my head was the helmet, the
plumage tall and proud.  All of which had be retailored to fit me good.

The only thing I changed was to have them remove Lancelot's saddle.  I'm
sorry but, the frilly sheet they had put under it topped by a western
saddle, just was not a good look.  I watched as the two teachers who'd
decorated him spoke quietly on the side of the staging area.  By the hand
motions of one, she was clearly telling the other of seeing me jump at the
Fourth of July celebration.

It was mid-way through the first quarter when our defense intercepted a
pass and ran it back for the first score of the game!  I hopped up on
Lancelot and took the pole with our banner.  Lancelot bolted out onto the
field at full speed.  The crowd went crazy, making more noise than when our
guys had scored.

We reached mid-field and I reigned in Lance, who did a tight circle turn,
faced our team's stands and reared up on his hind legs with a loud whiny.
The crowd was on their feet cheering 'Trojans! Trojans! Trojans!'  We then
galloped off to the other end of the field.  I hugged my boy's neck telling
him he was a big showoff, to which he nickered loudly.  Lancelot was his
normal self and proudly trotted between the stands and the sidelines, back
to the staging area.  We made three more rides that night, each one with
what would become our trademark, Lancelot rearing up on the fifty yard
line.  Our team won 28 - 0.

We were having trouble after the game with people and players coming to
take pictures of us.  Joel and Kenny both came by and hoisted me up on
their shoulders proudly proclaiming me as the team's good luck charm.  They
carried me off to the locker-room, to shower and change.

Now this, I could see, might become an issue.  First, not everyone knew I
was gay.  Second, not everyone was going to be comfortable with an openly
gay guy in the locker room and third - What gay teen guy, is not going to
have to fight from getting a boner when surrounded by some 40 other naked
guys?

Luckily my locker was to the rear of the room.  There was an entrance to
the gang showers right around the corner from my locker, so I could slip in
and out quickly.  I relaxed and began taking off my Trojan gear when Kenny,
Joel and three huge linebackers, all of who were naked by the way, came
marching up to where I was.  Joel Beating on the side of the lockers.

"HEY EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP."  The room fell eerily quiet and the
control and respect he held over this team as Quarter back and team captain
became clear.  "Case you fucktards don't know, this here is Cody, the
Trojan man."  The room erupted in cheers, Joel giving me a wink as he beat
on the lockers again.  "Some of you might know him as City or Coty Boy or
whatever, but hear me now...  Any of you calling him that will deal with
me."  He slapped my now naked back, another cheer rising up.  "He's our
good luck charm and doesn't deserve to be stuck way back here in the
boonies.  TAKE HIM!"

I was suddenly man-handled but the linebackers, lifted over their heads and
carried towards the middle of the room.  I was held aloft near to where
Joel, Kenny and several other of the leading players had their lockers.

"We say he needs to be here with all of us as part of the team."  Joel
shouted, now standing on one of the benches.  "Anybody disagree?"  I could
see every head pivot around looking to see if anyone did.  I don't know if
they all agreed or if some were just silent and not wanting to voice
decent.

The announcement finished, I was set down.  Big beefy hands slapping my
back and smacking my ass as team mates passed by heading to and from the
showers.  My new locker was right between Kenny and Joel's, Kenny
whispering it was for my protection.  A comment that made me uneasy, but
both he and Joel laughed at.

I made it out of there quickly, trying not to look at the vast numbers of
swinging cocks, surprisingly in varying states of erection.  No full on
boners though, just some really plumped ones.  I headed out, my boots
clicking on the tile floor, again more back and butt slaps, as well as
numerous welcome and nice to have you here, comments.

Out at the truck, JR and Bear had Lance and his tack all loaded.  Kenny
came out not long after me and we headed home.  It was rather cramped in
the truck with us four boys there.  Kenny drove, I ended up sitting next to
him with bear sitting on JR's lap.  Yeah there was no way I hell Bear was
going to let me sit on JR's lap.  Oh hell no!

Our conversation was light and fun, talking about the game and how I had,
once again, stolen the show.  Kenny made sure each shift, his hand found a
way to rub my leg and before we were even out of town, had my cock hard as
a rock.

Bear and JR had gotten themselves into a friendly argument over some rule
in football.  As they bickered back and forth, Kenny made sure to
stealthily get his hand up onto my crotch.  He managed to slide his fingers
between my tightly pressed legs, finding my hard cock and stroking its
length.

"Best watch out city," he whispered to me so only I heard him.  "Ima gonna
make ya nut fore we get back."  He gave his hat that sexy as fuck flick
with his finger as he grinned and winked at me.  "Gonna watch you squirm
city. "  He gave my cock a nice squeeze before he continued stroking it
through my jeans.

He wasn't making it easy for me to distract my mind from his teasing.
Moaning softly and making sucking sounds with his mouth, just loud enough
for me to hear over the other's continuing argument.  He found the best
torture was to hold my cock, squeezing it as he rubbed his thumb over the
head.

Kenny edged me all the way home.  Bringing me right to the point when I was
ready to cum then he's stop and let me come down.  I anticipated my release
would come just as we reached the farm, but as he drove down the drive, he
stopped touching me, giving me the biggest, cutest smile a cowboy could
give.

It was nearly eleven thirty by the time we had Lancelot and his tack
unloaded and Kenny and JR drove off.  As horny as I was from Kenny's
constant teasing, we were all beat.  Lance was bedded down with the special
grain treat he loved so much.  His tack stowed.  Bear and I literally
crawled up the stairs to our bedroom.

We left a trail of our clothes, from the bedroom door to our bed, too
exhausted to even toss them in the hamper Ma had set up for our dirties.  I
had told Bear about what Kenny had done to me.  He laughed, saying he knew
and why did I think he kept JR arguing.

Morning arrived for us with darkness as usual.  JR was already out and hard
at work.  After some coffee and sad news that Pa was going in to have the
Doctor do a minor surgery, Bear and I headed off to get our work done.

With JR's time being split between here and the ranch, whenever Bear and I
could give a full day's work, JR would leave a bulk of the morning chores
for us.  I could see Bear was worried about his Pa and the surgery he was
going to have later this morning.  As tough and strong as he wanted you to
see, he was a daddy's boy.  Pa may be stern and sometimes downright mean,
but Barrett worshiped that man.  In Bear's eyes Pa was a god.

I found him, just after dawn, mucking his horses stall.  He stood with his
back to the door leaning on his fork, his body jerking with quiet sobs.  I
took him in my arms and hugged him tight.

"Can't... can't lose him babe," he sobbed into my shoulder.  "No, not
now... it'd kill me."  I consoled him, urging him to be quiet and that
nothing was going to happen.  I did my best to try and explain what was
going to happen and how, yes there is always a risk with any surgery, Pa
was strong and healthy and would be home later today.

Bear pulled back, his face wet from crying.  A face he hated anyone to see.
He didn't speak, just looked into my eyes.  I kissed him deeply.

"Go on, get," I told him.  "Run in and get changed and go with them.
I'll," I looked around at the stall.  "I'll handle things here.  There's
not much left to do."

Bear kissed me back and after a final hug and thank you, he ran off to the
house to change.

It was nearly noon by the time I had finished almost everything.  The sun
was high and beating down making the still air muggy and hotter than the
actual temperature.  I'd long ago stripped off my shirt and sweat now
stained the top of my jeans.

My final task was to scrub the water troth in the lower pasture.  A huge
metal tub like thing that all the animals drank from.  Now there were some
nasty jobs here on the farm but this one was by far the worst.  Mud and hay
and all sorts of debris collected in the bottom and clogged the mechanism
that kept it full of water.

I had it emptied and tipped to its side, and as on my hands and knees
scooping out the muck when I felt a familiar pair of rubbery lips kissing
my sweaty back.  I chuckled as Lancelot's tongue began licking my salty
sweat.

"Quit it now ya bugger," I teased him, trying to push his nose away.  "I
got work to do and you are not helping me get it done.

I was suddenly bumped quite forcibly by his snout to my hips, the hit
smacking my head on the side of the troth making a dull thump.  I fell to
my back in the inches deep muck, tiny stars dancing before my eyes.

Lancelot hopped back and began nickering loudly as he jumped and trotted
around, gleeful in his ability to knock me over into the slime.  I grabbed
a handful and threw it at him, making him snort and whiny happily.

"Oh ya thinks it's funny do ya?"  I stood up, the quickness of my action
making me very dizzy, my balance off, I fell face first back into the crud.

I lay there for a second, my head still spinning as Lancelot rushed to my
side.  He used his massive hoof to hook my body and roll me to my back a
look of complete worry on his face.  I flung two big gobs of the slime onto
his face, his brain taking a minute to register I was really OK and just
playing.

Sitting up I grabbed his lowered head, hugging him to me, being sure to
smear more of the muck that clung to me all over his face.  Lance whinnied
and snorted trying to get free of my hug.  He spun and playfully kicked,
send more mud onto me.

I finished cleaning the troth and set it up right.  Lancelot never very far
from me, giving the occasional head nudge to my ass, and snorts to my chest
as he sniffed the stinking muck that still covered me head to toe.  With
the troth filled and the filler device fixed and working I was ready to
take a break and have lunch.

I headed up to the barn, Lance at my side, figuring I'd just eat in the
barn with my buddy.  I grabbed the hose we used to wash the livestock with
and began to take an impromptu shower behind the barn.  Lanced let me know
he needed cleaning too and pressed his dirty face to my chest as I rinsed
my head and hair.

Giving him all the attention he craved, I quickly rinsed him, letting my
hands rub all over his strong firm body.  As I made it around to his head
again, he began nudging me to drop my jeans which I did quickly.  He
roughly pushed me to lay on two bales of hay someone had left in the main
isle.  He rubbed his rubbery lips all over me, smearing me with his
slobber.

I was content to just lay back and enjoy the warm day and my stud stallion
who was intent on cleaning me.  He worked over me up and down, slowly.
Even taking some time to give me wet horse kisses.  My cock had hardened
and his had dropped and swung obscenely under his belly.

Lancelot continued to work over my body, finally stepping over me so his
massive cock began to drag over my face.  As soon as my lips began kissing
the soft head, it began to quickly harden.  Also at that moment Lance's
tongue began to lick my toes causing me to giggle.  My mouth opened and the
big boy slid his swollen cock as deep as my mouth would stretch.

My cock lurched and my cum blasted out and up, smacking onto his belly.
Lancelot withdrew and shoved his cock back into my mouth, his mouth still
working my feet.  I reached back and took one of his huge balls in each
hand and began pulling his sack, kneading it, trying to milk his load out
of them.

My vision clouded.  My head was light, and I felt woozy.  It was like I was
drifting in and out of sleep.  I was weightless like I was floating on a
cloud.  I surrendered to this feeling and let myself begin to drift off.

Soon I felt the prickly hay bale under me and warm skin pressing to mine.
A thick cock prodded my mouth as human hands caressed my legs.  The air was
warm around me as my eyes opened, the bright sun light through the open
barn doors blinding me.

Bronzed, muscular legs knelt beside my head.  Legs I did not immediately
recognize.  A thick shaft and heavy ball sac above my face, silky black
hair framing this magnificent cock.  The skin was warm to my touch and I
could feel the strength within.

The body moved, pulling the cock from my mouth, my eyes gazing at its veiny
shaft, the loose skin that slipped over the head.  This gorgeous body stood
and pulled me to stand.  My eyes slowly began to focus on Isilly, proudly
standing before me.  His body surrounded by the golden rays of the
afternoon sun.  His eyes twinkled as he smiled at me.  His hands caressing
my face as he leaned in to kiss me.

"I have come to fulfil your fantasy."  We kissed deeply and it was
everything I had thought it might have been, but something was missing.  "I
come as no other is here to see me.  No fear do we have of being discovered
and how to explain that discovery."

I felt his chest.  His neck and head.  Touched his silken hair which
smelled earthy and rich.  Cupped his bottom and held his fleshy cheeks.  I
know what I want from him, and as he looked back to my eye knew he was here
to give me what I wanted.

He lay me on the bales and lifted my legs.  His cock head rubbed over my
hole, lubing me with his pre.  His entrance was hard but not painful.  I
kept watch on his face as he grunted and pushed deeper, the pleasure my
tightness gave to him, evident.

This was not the love making I had come to expect from Bear.  Absent was
the tenderness and intimacy we shared each time.  Isilly was more primal.
His need to show me he was in control clear with each thrust.  He was my
savage Indian here to take me and through it make our spirits one.

I never felt as though he ever fully entered me.  I could not look away
from his face, his eyes holding mine.  I felt as though he held back as if
he feared hurting me.  Yet before I could beg him to give me all, he
grunted again, his cock filling my hole with his primitive seed.

He stood erect, my ass gripping his massive cock as I hung from it.  He
gave one final thrust and my cock drooled my second cuming, my watery sperm
spilling down my abs and off my sides.  I continued to hang from his cock,
his eyes looking down at me.

He took a step back, his feet clomping on the floor.  His giant cock
pulling from my ass with a loud wet plop, my body falling down to the hay
bales beneath me. My head hanging off the end.  My eyes focusing on a large
form stepping forward.

I looked back to Isilly and saw only Lancelot, his huge cock softening and
slowly retracing to his sheath.  Cum drooling in large drips from the still
flared head.  I looked back to see JR now standing close by, his big fleshy
cock hanging from his open fly, shirt ripped open, husky tummy and chest
glistening with sweat.  He cocked his ball cap back on his head, a crooked
smile forming on his lips as he slowly stroked his cock.

"Well, my, my, my...  Just what the country hell have I just seen?  Did I
catch you boys doing some naughty things?"  His cock gave a sudden jerk as
it began to swell.  "Hmm Seems to me I done caught you givin that saweet
ass a yours to that dirty bugger.  Looks like I gots me the power ta get me
a good suckin if-in ya don't want me spillin what I know.





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