Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2014 01:07:01 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy farm boy chapter 4

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, so
if that offends you, do not read any further!  Enjoy!

City Boy Farm Boy

*** All of a sudden something touched my foot, I sucked in a huge breath to
scream and was pulled violently under the water.  My lungs filled with
quarry water, I knew I was dead.

Chapter 4

I struggled against the evil killer who was trying to drown me, my young
life flashing before my eyes, as big hands now pulled me up.  I struggled
to breathe, large volumes of lung water belching from me.  I was confused,
disoriented.  I could hear laughter and voices speaking but could not make
out the words.  A strong hairy arm was now around my chest and abs, and a
large naked body floated up under me.  I could feel a huge penis pressing
against me as my mind cleared, realizing I was being swum to shore.

I continued to cough and vomit water from my lungs, this meaty hand rubbing
my chest and neck, a voice in my ear telling me to relax, take it easy, I
was going to be fine.  The large body under me sunk away, and theses beefy
arms hoisted me up and over a broad shoulder.  This giant was carrying me
out of the water and then set me down on the leaf covered shore.  My eyes
cleared and I saw Mr. Stewart's face looking down at me, his big calloused
hand firmly rubbing my chest;

"Breath boy, just breath."  I coughed a bit more water up, hitting him in
the face, yet he remained right there looking at me, his large, hairy,
naked body hovering, straddling me.  I could feel his man penis rubbing
against my dick, and had this been any other situation than me dying, I am
sure I would have been hard.  I reached up, my fingers clutching to his
hairy pecs as I struggled to catch my breath.  "Come on boy, talk to me,"
his face coming closer to mine, his hand hitting my chest.  "I'll stomp on
your chest, but sure as hell ain't giving you no mouth to mouth."  I
actually laughed, as his hand patted my face.

"What are you doing here," bear huffed as he and Kenny emerged from the
water.  Mr. Stewart explained that Damion needed to go to his college so he
took mom with him.  He stayed behind to work on some little projects.  He
patted my chest and then left us jogging up the path out of site.  Sitting
up I assured my friends I was OK, the worried look on Bear's face slowly
disappearing, as he quickly gave me a kiss while hugging me.

A yell from Mr. Stewart caused us all to look up.  He shot out from the
edge, arms out, then tucking and rolling.  His body knifed into the water
with that awesome sloop sound.  Just like Bear had done the day we met, his
dad swam under the water, emerging about ten feet from shore.

"How bout that horse shit boys," he said wiping his hand over his face.
"Hella lot better than them doofus cliff divers down there in Mexico
right?"  We all agreed with him, I mean who wouldn't agree with this giant,
sexy as fuck, man looming over them?  As we all walked up to the top, he
explained that he'd come to get Lancelot and leave me Bella to ride.  When
he saw us all messing about in our own world, he couldn't resist scaring
the be-Jesus out of us.  "Got your skinny butt good, didn't I boy?"  He
chuckled, slapping my ass hard laughing and jogging ahead of us.

He headed over and unsaddled Bella, and moved towards Lancelot who suddenly
whinnied and shook his head.  Try as he might, Lancelot was not having it,
moving away with each attempt.  Finally slamming the saddle down, he turned
to glare at us.  "Fine; Cody, I need you to round up this piece of shit and
get him back to the barn.  Sorry boys, this is business."  He started
getting dressed, explaining that he had two orders for his sperm and needed
to ship it off tomorrow, which meant he needed to collect it today.  I
suddenly felt bad for the way Lancelot was acting and for how upset
Mr. Stewart had become.

We all dressed, Me, Bear and Kenny, remaining shirtless.  Kenny said he
needed to get home but would meet us later on.  We all saddled up, Lancelot
willingly letting me saddle him.  The ride back to the house was quiet and
I dreaded having to face Mr. Stewart's anger about his special horse liking
me more.



We arrived and Mr. Stewart ordered Bear and me to take care of the horses
while he got changed and things ready.  Bear and I got the horses settled,
Bear telling me to really rub Lancelot down and get him relaxed.  I did as
I was told while Bear moved this... this thing out into the main area of
the barn.  It was like a fake horse, like one of them things the gymnasts
use with the two curved handles in it.  I had tossed my shirt on the end of
it when we got back not knowing what it was.  Bear came up and began
rubbing Lancelot's tummy.  Soon his cock was sliding out and Bear quickly
washed it with this big furry sponge.

"We have to clean it so we don't contaminate the sperm.  One little bit of
anything and the whole thing is garbage.  Fuck Lancie, what's got you all
horny boy?" Bear asked him standing up.  "Most times we gotta work at it,
to get him in the mood."  He quickly turned and walked off, Lancelot
continuing to nuzzle me.

Mr. Stewart arrived with what looked like a short rifle case with a clear
bottle attached at the narrow end.  He saw the look on my face and smiled.
He quickly explained that it was a collection sleeve, an artificial pussy.
He then called for Bear to hurry with the lure.  I stood holding a thick
rope what was hooked to Lancelot's halter.  He lurched and suddenly mounted
the fake horse, his penis, still hard, now throbbing.  I held him steady,
which didn't take much effort.  I realized my shirt was under him and
quickly snatched it, tossing it to the other end of the fake horse,
Lancelot leaning down and pressing his nose to it.

"God damn Barrett, I told you just a fucking spritz of the lure,"
Mr. Stewart barked out.  "Son of a bitch boy watch ya gone and done now?
He's gonna pop!"  Lancelot whinnied and jerked his head drawing me closer,
his mouth and nose pressed to the side of my face.  "Watch it boy, that he
don't give ya a swift kick or eat yer face off," Mr. Stewart chided me as
he shoved the sleeve on to Lancelot's penis, who then began thrusting his
powerful hips forward, fucking into this sleeve that Mr. Stewart struggled
hang on too.  With a forceful snort, and what I have to call a groan, I
could see a white fluid begin to fill the plastic jar on the sleeve.
Lancelot's mouth was open, his breath hot and forceful against the side of
my face as he continued to fuck into the sleeve.

In just seconds it was over.  The sleeve was removed, Lancelot's penis
hung, soft, dripping under him.  Mr. Stewart held up the sleeve and
examined the full jar.

"Barrett you stupid turd head, how much lure you put out?"  From the back
of the barn Bear emerged:

"What?  I ain't done it yet.  Had to go round back for more the other was
empty."  He held up his hands, one held a rag and the other a bottle with a
yellow liquid in it.  Mr. Stewart looked back as Lancelot came down off the
fake horse, chewing on my shirt, as he swung his head around happily.
Mr. Stewart stepped forward, reaching for the shirt, which Lancelot flung
at me.  Lancelot began moving his feet, almost like a dance and began to
make that nickering sound nodding at his owner.

Mr. Stewart stopped, he looked at the sample bottle again and smiled.
"Looks like my stud has done got him a liking for you boy."  He chuckled,
"best not be doing no bending over in front of him, because that there stud
wants to be poking your pussy.  Shit Barrett, look at this load boy.  You
ever seen him give so much?"  Bear shook his head and followed his dad into
a room I had not seen yet, leaving me, blushing, and Lancelot alone.  "Put
him in his stall Cody," Mr. Stewart called out, "feed him what's in the
bucket hanging by the door."  I could hear them both talking about Lancelot
and me.  How he'd warmed right up to me and no one else.  "Save me money,
just strap that sexy ass of his to the mount and BAM, gots us a cum
factory," Mr. Stewart's voice chuckled, Bear groaning telling him to shut
up.

I lead Lancelot to his stall and removed the lead and headstall.  I grabbed
the bucket which contained a powder and large pellet mixture.  I scooped
some up to get a good look at it and Lancelot began eating it right from my
hand.  His lips and tongue working over my hand, gobbling up this treat.
He nodded his head, I assume for more but when I offered him the bucket, he
refused it, giving it and me a shove with his head.  I tumbled back,
falling hard to the floor, the contents of the bucket spilling all over my
chest and abs.  Lancelot wasted no time and stepped to me, his mouth
tickling me as he began to eat his treat right off of me.

I began to chuckled and giggled as he continued to eat off me.  His rough
tongue swirling over my skin and around my nipples.  I won't lie, my dick
was instantly hard.  I lay on the straw covered floor as he made absolutely
sure he got every last bit of his treat.  Once my chest and abs were
cleaned and overly slobbered on, Lancelot began eating up the few bits that
were on the crotch of my jeans.  For the first time I felt his teeth as he
gently nibbled me; his mouth slobbering over my jeans encased hard on.  I
won't lie, I fucking moaned real loud to which Lancelot nickered again, now
clearly interested in my cock.

I suddenly became nervous and pushed his head away.  He gave me a look that
was like 'what's wrong I know you like it', but I was scared to death we
would get caught.  I got up and brushed off my jeans, a huge soaking wet,
slimy slobber spot show-casing my teenage boner.  I turned and looked at
him.

"Now look what you did, butthead!  How am I gonna hide this?"  Lancelot
pressed his nose to my crotch and snorted, his lips working over my dick,
making me moan again.  "Stop," I scolded him, pushing his head to the side.
As I left his stall, Lancelot nipped my ass, making me jump.  I turned and
he nickered at me doing that little dance he does.  I grabbed my shirt,
leaving it untucked to try and hide my obvious boner and went to find Bear
and his dad.



I found them in a room that looked like a doctor's office.  They started
right in on joking with me about Lancelot, Bear's dad even telling Bear he
better poke my ass and see if Lancelot left any sperm in me, then gave my
ass a hard rub.  I watched as they divided the sperm into four smaller
containers and placed them in a special freezer.

"Have a look," Mr. Stewart said, pointing to a microscope.  I peered
through the lens and could see thousands of sperm wiggling around on what
looked like a grid.  "I've been breeding that bastard now for two years and
that's the best sample yet."  Mr. Stewart smacked my butt, "OK, that's
enough, don't need you getting all horny now.  God damn young bucks," He
mumbled as he moved away, "walking around day and night, hard as fuck."

Kenny showed up, looking good in his cowboy duds.  Bear's dad let us run
the hot water for showers but right before we were going to start he yelled
out that he was turning the heater off, so we'd better just shower
together.

I've never had a faster shower.  I mean the water was cold almost as soon
as we got in.  After we dressed and although Kenny did look good, Bear
looked one hundred times better, decked out in his farm boy look.  T-shirt,
proclaiming that farmers do it in the dirt, partially hidden by a plaid
short sleeved unbuttoned shirt.  Faded blue jeans, work boots and a new
looking ball cap emblazoned with the FORD logo.  To be fair, Kenny wore
tight wrangler jeans with a big silver buckle.  Cowboy boots, a white shirt
with thin blue lines and a black cowboy hat.  I wore jeans and sneakers
with a yellow polo shirt.

The guys looked at me shaking their heads.  Bear ordered me to take off the
polo and rummaged through his closet, holding up a nice looking plaid
shirt.

"Here wear this," he said tossing the shirt at me.  He rummaged some more
through his vast collection of ball caps.  "Yes," he exclaimed pulling a
hat on my head.  "Now you look good."  I looked at myself and realized I
did look good, like a genuine hick, farm boy.  Bear pressed up behind me,
his arms wrapping around me.  "I could so rape you right here and now,"
kissing my neck.

"You can't rape the willing," Kenny balked, "Come on, I'm starved, let's
roll."



We ended up going over to this huge arcade known as Fun Spot.  They had it
all, games, pool, mini golf, bowling, food, even go karts.  After making
the rounds, we ended up playing pool.  The table next to us had three guys
and a girl who had, like us, had been making the rounds.  One of the guys
kept looking and checking me out.  I didn't think much of it.  I mean I was
dressed like everyone else and there were way hotter guys here than me.  I
just figured he was curious, maybe, as I didn't have as heavy an accent as
they all did.  They were all friendly and there was a friendly conversation
between all of us.

Not long after I was outside waiting at a picnic table smoking a butt
waiting for Bear and Kenny who were in the restroom, too much soda.  That
guy who'd been checking me out came up and started talking to me.  This was
just normal, hey what's up talk.  He bummed a smoke and we sat there
chatting.  Come to find out he had family down from where I was from so we
began chatting about things we both knew.  There was nothing to this talk,
no touching, no blatant flirting, and no wandering eyes, just a couple of
guy hanging out, shooting the shit and smoking a butt.  I soon heard Bear,
as they rounded the corner of the building.

"What the fuck!  Who the hell is that?"  Bear stammered as I looked to see
him strutting across the lot, his chest puffed out, and an unhappy look on
his face.

"Hey guys, this is Joel."  I introduced Bear and Kenny.  Kenny was a lot
friendlier than Bear was, who merely grunted at Joel.  I could feel the
tension rising, so quickly turned the conversation around to us going home
and ice cream, my treat.  We said our goodbyes and headed out.  Kenny drove
a short distance to this pace called Kellerhaus.  Homemade ice cream where
you make your own sundae.  We were moving through the long line and piling
up gobs of stuff in our dishes.  I wondered about Bear's actions, I mean I
had seen his cold side the day we met at Miller's pond.  How he didn't like
the other kids our age who were there.  Especially when they talked to me.
I also saw how he stuck right by me the whole day and even stepped between
me and Kenny when we were all peeing.  Then again at the Pizza Barn, future
school mates coming up and saying hi. I had thought it was just maybe
nervousness, that he might lose his new friend.  Now his coldness towards
Joel.  Joel, some dude that was just trying to be friendly.  The more I
thought about it, the more I was liking it.  I mean the way he got all
possessive of me was kinda nice.  My only concerns were wondering if we
were moving too fast and what about Kenny?



We got home late, well past eleven.  Not much was said, we just listened to
the radio, sometimes Kenny singing along with a song, and very badly I
might add.  Kenny dropped Bear and I off at my place and after saying we'd
meet up tomorrow, he headed home.  My sister was still up, fussing around
in her office.  After saying hello, we headed to my room.

There was no ceremony, not cuddle time.  Bear closed my door and attacked
me.  Slamming us onto the bed, his lips mashed to my lips, his crotch
grinding against mine.

"Fuck boy," he gasped finally.  "You've been driving me nuts all fucking
night," his hands nearly tearing the shirt open.  "You looking all sexy as
fuck and then flirting with that guy making me all jealous as hell."  He
began to suck on my nipples, biting them as he did.  I pulled his head up
and looked deeply into his beautiful green eyes.  Eyes that made me melt
every time I looked at them.

"I don't want you to fuck me, OK?"  Bear looked shocked.  "I want you to
make love to me."  His face changing now.  A dreamy look in his eyes, a
smile on his face, he nodded.  "It's just me and you, all alone.  So let's
make this special."  Bear attacked my neck with kisses and bites.

"I saw you today, mmm," more kisses.  "With Kenny, and fuck I was so
jealous."  I pulled him to look in his eyes again.

"Nope no more.  I saw you tonight, and how jealous you got.  I want it to
be us."  Bear shook his head;

"No, Ken is cool, and we can still mess around together, but, together,
OK?"  I nodded.

What was to follow was nothing short of perfect sex.  Barrett was dominant
but also attentive and loving.  I know I am young, but it had to be the
best sexual encounter I had ever had.  Every touch of his hands, each kiss,
every rub of our bodies sending jolts of electricity through me.

He slowly undressed me, teasing me, not touching my aching cock.  He knelt
between my legs, as he then undressed himself.  He teased me with his cock,
keeping it just from my lips, his honey dripping out onto my tongue.  Then
letting me taste the head for a second before pulling it out again.

He did the same with his balls, dipping them down so I could taste their
sweaty goodness, then raising up, letting them hang so just the tip of my
tongue could lick the wrinkled skin of his sac.  He then pressed his ass to
my face, telling me to eat him, a task I loved doing.

As I probed his tightness, his musk intoxicating, as he began licking my
cock.  His tongue, searing hot on my skin, his lips tight to my head,
teasing me.  Knowing me well enough over the short time we'd known each
other when I was going to cum and then stopping; driving me crazy.  When he
moved and began kissing and licking my ass, I almost came.  His tongue knew
just how to rock my world and could fuck me almost as good as his big cock.

I was writhing on the bed, my hands clutching the sheets and comforter as
he lifted my hips up, spitting large gobs of spit onto my hole.  This was
what I loved.  The farm boy doing what needed to be done to satisfy his
carnal lust for me.  I was fully watching him, his face determined, his
actions sure.  His longish brown hair already matted with sweat, throwing
salty drips down upon me.  His chest, firm muscles for years of hard work,
moving under his tight skin.  This was my sexy farm god, poised to take me.
Wait, no something was missing.  I felt around until I had it in my hand.
Reaching up I put his ball cap on his head.  He smiled at this and dug in
the pockets of my jeans for my cigarettes.

"Y'all want a country bump-kin, then we gots to do it up right."  He lit a
cigarette and dragged deeply, the cherry illuminating him in an amber glow.
My god he was so hot!

He lowered himself, his cock pushing into me, as always no pain, just the
sweet feeling of fullness he always gave to me.  I watched his eyes roll
back, his head falling forward a deep, smoke filled sigh softly filling the
air as my ass accepted him, my legs wrapping around him.  No one spoke.
Whatever needed to be said was done so with touch, and expression.

I held my arms up to him, I wanted him in my arms as we made love.  He
smiled at me and slowly, teasing me, he pulled his cock out, I could feel
my hole twitching, wanting his cock back.  He lay behind me on our sides,
his arms around me, giving me the cigarette to hit, as he began fucking me
harder.

"I lied to you Cody," his smoky, whispered words to my ear.  "I knew you
were moving here.  My mom told me you were."  His words mixed with soft
grunts as his cock kept stretching me.  "Your sister would mention you were
coming for a weekend and I would ride Mila by your house all the time."  I
remembered him doing this.  Seeing some guy on a horse, but back then I was
angry, I didn't want to move here.  I kept these thoughts to myself.  "I
knew you were there at Miller's the day we met.  The best day of my life."
He rolled us back like we'd been the other night with Kenny, his cock
fucking up into me, taking the butt from my mouth, his hand now stroking my
cock.  "Cum with me baby, let's cum together like lovers do."  All I could
do was moan his name;

"Barrett..."  At that very moment, both of our cocks exploded, his filling
me with his seed and mine spilling onto my chest.  His hand covering my
mouth to keep me from moaning too loud.  As we came down from our high,
Bear began wiping up my cum and sucking it off his fingers.  The
cigarette's glowing tip making reddish arcs in the darkness.

"I remember you riding by," I told him panting.  "I remember one day seeing
you ride by like fifteen times."

"Yeah?  More like twenty or thirty," he mumbled under his breath.  "What
were you thinking?  Who is that hot stud?  I need him to come fuck me?"  He
chuckled, moving his softening cock in my ass.

"Well, to be honest, I saw you and thought, god all they got is horses up
here?  That poor horse has to lug that stupid hick back and forth all day,
poor horsey."  I busted up laughing knowing he was shocked.  "No I did see
you, but I didn't know you, I didn't know it was you until just now."  I
pulled his hands up and kissed them.  "I'm happy you came to Miller's.
Showing off how you did; and I'm Happy we are here now, just you and me."
I was too.  I relaxed against him, content and safe in his strong arms.  I
know knew more than ever, I was happy here.



I woke up early to find my sister in my room!  I freaked, as Bear and I
were still completely entangled with each other.  My room must have had
that funky after sex smell too.  I looked over at her waiting for some form
of freak out.  The fire and brim stone sermon of 'you're both damned and
going to hell'!

"Shhh," she hushed me before I could say anything, "I was just leaving you
a note and some yummy things to eat."  I grabbed my boxers from the floor
and slipped them on, following her back to her room.  Trying to think up
excuses for what she had seen.  Hang on what had she seen?  Nothing really.
Two friends in the same bed, nothing wrong with that.  It's not like she
walked and seen us last night.  Fuck what if she heard us?  OK Cody, just
chill and relax.

She was packing a bag and told me she had to go out of town on some sort of
retreat.  She gave me the option of either going with her or staying at
Barrett's till Monday.  I gave her a look and she smiled, knowing I would
go stay at Bear's.  "Now you mind his parents and do as you are told.  They
already know you are coming so it's all set.  I turned and started heading
back to my room.  "You know," she began, stuffing the last few things in
her bag, "He's really cute."  I spun and looked at her, shocked that she
would say something like that.

"Huh, what's that supposed mean?  There ain't nothing going on," not being
able to look at her, I never could when I lied, the only power she held
over me.  She stood up with her hands on her hips giving me the 'oh come on
what do you think I'm stupid' look.

"Dear brother of mine, I am your sister and I have known you all your life,
and can read you like a book."  She crossed to me and held my chin.  "I see
how you look at him and more importantly how he looks at you."  I was
speechless.  "All I will say is, I am happy for you and will support you
both as long as he loves and treats you like you need to be, and you do the
same to him."

"Oh," I said, "he does."  A smile coming to my face.

"His parents really like you too.  When I was talking to his mom yesterday
about you spending a few days there, she told me so.  Seems that when you
are not there it's Cody this and Cody that.  I am proud that you have the
ability to reach out and touch someone, changing their life."  I smiled and
gave a chuckle.  She gave me a push;

"That is not the touching I meant, dummy." She smiled and gave me a kiss on
the forehead.  "OK now get outta here.  Go on, get back to your man, I have
to get going.  Lock the house when you guys leave."



I took my morning piss and then headed back to bed, Bear waking as I
crawled up next to him, his arms snaking around me.

"MMMM, morning sexy," his voice gruff and sleepy.

"Morning," my lips kissing his.  I quickly told him what was happening, my
hands caressing his warm skin, thoughts of a hot morning fuck forefront on
my mind.

"Fuck, shit!  What time is it," Bear screeched sitting up.

"Seven thirty," I said, trying to pull him back down to me.

"Oh no, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"  Bear jumped out of bed and began
frantically searching for his clothes which were mixed and scattered with
mine.  "GOD DAMN IT where's my underwear?"

"What's wrong?"  I asked also getting out of bed.  His actions and panicked
state was actually scaring me now.

"Dude, I gots chores to do, oh fuck daddy's gonna kick my ass but good!"
Finding some boxers on the floor he began to dress.  "Cody you don't get
it.  You think my dad is all nice and shit, but he gots a mean side you
ain't never gonna wanna see.  Fuck up and he'll beat your ass."  I could
see his fear, feel his stress.  His eyes wide and full of fear.  It was
strange to see my strong farm boy lover scared.  My mind flashed back to
the morning I saw him kicking Damion and Bear's fear hit home.  I took him
in my arms and tried to comfort him.

"I'm going with you so he can beat me first.  Maybe it'll tire him out and
he won't do it to you."  I could feel him relax just a bit.  "Oh, by the
way, thems mine," I pointed at the boxers he was now wearing.  Bear looked
down and took a step back.

"Yeah? So what?  You gots mine on?"  I looked down and sure as shit I was
wearing his.  We stopped for a second and looked at each other, then the
laughter erupted.  His stress and fear seemingly gone.  We finished
dressing and headed out the door, running all the way to his house.



When got there, we found his dad was himself just getting to work so our
asses were saved.  We spoke briefly with his parents about the few days I
was going to be staying with them when it hit me, I hadn't brought anything
except for what I had on.  What was worse, we left is such a hurry, that
I'd left my keys locked inside the house!

Bear's dad walked off laughing at my predicament mumbling something about
the countries future being nothing but turd brains.  His mom was not
worried and said that Barrett and I were similar in size so I could just
borrow some of his clothes.  Bear and I shot each other a look and smiled,
running off to do chores.



The morning went by fast, and soon the chores were finished.  I was
actually getting good at most of it, but the milking thing was still giving
me trouble.  Mr. Stewart was patient very patient, and took more time
working with me.  I'll be honest, when he sat behind me, his body pressed
tight to mine, his big beefy hands on mine, I boned.  He was unshaved and
his stubble scratched on my face.  I tried getting it right, but he ended
up finishing it for me.  As he put it, 'I'd still be milking this one cow
when I was his age'.



His dad gave us the rest of the day off, claiming it was only because he
was such a nice guy, such an awesome dad.  Mom packed us a big lunch which
we loaded with other things on our horses and headed out.  Bear did not
tell me where we were headed, just that Kenny had called and wouldn't be
able to meet us until that night, so it was just me and him.

After a couple of hours we broke through the trees high up on a mountain
top.  A beautiful vista spread out before us.  Looking one way the valley
were we lived and looking the other way, the White Mountains.  There were
several rundown buildings here, Bear telling me it used to be a local ski
run.  That because of the location being on the snow / rain line and
because it really wasn't a long run, they went out of business.

"Besides, just up there," he pointed north to the White Mountains, "twenty
miles is Conway and all the big slopes so who'd wanna ski this little
tittie of a hill?"  We went exploring, looking in all the buildings, even
sat in one of the gondolas still attached to the aging, rusty cable.

After lunch we lay there in the grass.  The hot sun beating down on us.
Lancelot and Mila, Bear's horse, grazed nearby.  Bear was rambling on about
what we could do that night when Kenny showed up.

"Oh, I forgot," he said rolling to look at me, taking my cigarette and
smoking it.  "Dad wants to know if you wanna be in the parade with us on
the Fourth of July."  I rolled to look at him.

"In the parade or just go to it," I asked.

"In it stupid.  We get dressed up and shit.  Me and my brother ride and dad
and mom, ride a wagon that mom sells her jams and preserves from." He
looked at me with a hopeful face.  "Yeah I know us stupid hicks are easy to
entertain, forget I even brought it up".  He rolled to his back clearly
disappointed.  I pounced on him, my face right on his.

"Guess that means I am easily entertained then huh?  Hell yeah I want to do
it!"  He kissed me so hard I thought I chipped a tooth.

"No shit?  Really and for sure?"  He was clearly excited as I nodded.
"Yee- haw!"  He screamed, his voice loud and happy.  "OK, OK...  We so have
to get you all hicked up, you dang fucking city boy.  No more of this city
preppy boy, fancy pants shit."  He fell into thought, a bright sparkle in
his eyes.  "Tonight.  Tonight we go get you stuff to wear, I know just
whe..."  Bear stopped talking, his eyes darting around.

"What is..." He shoved his hand over my mouth, pushing me off him as he got
up to a crouch.  He motioned me to be really quiet and follow him.  It was
only then that I noticed why he was acting strange.  I could see the horses
acting all skiddish and nervous.

"We gots company," he whispered.  He gave a quick whistle and his horse,
Mila, and she slowly backed up to him.  Lancelot looked over at me and
defiantly marched over clearly ready to defend me.  Bear lead us into the
large building where the gondolas were.  He quickly had his horse relaxed
and he moved to a window motioning me to come look.  He pointed to the tree
line, "we have company," he repeated.

I couldn't tell what he was talking about at first, but then I saw them.
Two cute little bear cubs romping and playing.  They were so cute!

"Oh look at them," I quietly exclaimed.  "They're like little teddy bears."
My Bear quickly hushed me, pointing to their right.  OK this I saw right
away, momma bear, big and mean looking.  She looked right at us.  She stood
up on her back legs, her growl enough to curdle your blood.  She thrust her
front paws back onto the ground with a loud thud, her mouth open, long
white teeth glinting in the sun.  I felt safe being with Bear, his arm
around me.  Safe that is until she roared again, charging full speed at us.



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