Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2018 23:25:45 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: city boy farm boy chapter 56

The usual disclaimer applies.  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!


***** - I wracked my brain as I dried my body.  "Something here.  Something
Muwins'."  I thought harder, then it came to me.  "The Choker," I cried
out!

CHAPTER 56

Kenny and Bear arrived as I was getting dressed.  I told Bear privately all
that had happened.  I was excited to get back down in the tunnels and start
searching through the bag of debris Dozer and I had swept from the floor,
but it seemed that would need to wait.

"C'mon Y'all pecker heads, changeup.  Put on yer fancy duds, we's going
out," Kenny yipped giving my ass a smart slap.  I looked at him and then to
Bear.  "C'mon doggies, git ta changing.  Lone Star got an all-ages night
tonight.  Ima gonna show y'all how we party in Texas."

"He saw a poster down at the feed store and he's been all excited ever
since," Bear explained as he began stripping.  Not one to pass up a good
time, I stopped dressing and switched to changing into the clothes I wore
at the Fourth of July parade.

Bear and Kenny, each showered and were soon dressing.  Bear chose a new
flannel shirt Ma and Pa had given him for Christmas, with black jeans.  He
wore his typical heeled work boots and my favorite Ford Trucks ball cap.
Kenny walked out in blue jeans, his skin cowboy boots, A black cowboy style
shirt, with silver trim and embroidered flowers near the top of his chest.
He sported his new buckle and yes, his cowboy hat.  As we headed out the
door, Kenny put the cowboy hat he and Bear had given me, on my head.

"Can't be showin up at a country bar with you lookin all City, boy."



I felt a lump growing in my throat, as we parked and walked through the
parking lot.  Everyone was dressed like they were from Texas, and I
suddenly felt very out of place and very self-conscious.  A huge neon sign
hung on the front of the multi-story, brick building, shaped like the state
of Texas, with a bright white star in the middle.

"Evening Gents," the very burly doorman greeted us with a heavy southern
drawl.  "No booze, no weapons and the cover is three bits apiece."  I was a
bit puzzled when he came up behind me and began to pat me down, but he was
clearly just doing his job.  Once he was satisfied I wasn't carrying
anything, I was pushed towards the door while he frisked Bear and Kenny.

As we entered, our ears were assaulted with the twang of country music and
flashing lights.  An attractive young 'cowgirl' sat at a little table and
collected our cover charge, and a rather handsome guy took our coats and
gave us each a ticket.

Although the place was packed, Kenny found us a table right on the side of
the dance floor.  We sat and he signaled the waitress to bring us sodas,
which surprisingly came very quickly.  Kenny explained that they usually
did this all ages night during school breaks, and it was always a great
time.

He seemed to know quite a few people, waving at some, others coming to the
table where they exchanged words, that the music drowned out.  One guy, in
particular, stood out.  He was wearing the typical cowboy clothes, but his
were very fancy and sparkly, with sequined flowers on both shoulders and a
large bucking horse covering the back.  He and Kenny chatted, Kenny
standing to show off his new buckle.

After a handshake, Kenny motioned to us, and introduced us, by name, as his
boys.  The man tipped his large hat to us and shook our hands, loudly
telling us to enjoy ourselves.  With a pat to Kenny's back, he was off, his
shirt sparkling as the flashing lights followed him across the busy dance
floor to the DJ's platform.

The song that had been playing finished and the dance floor slowly cleared:

"YEE-HAAW," The man hollered.  "Evening, Ladies and Gents!  Welcome to The
Lone Star!"  The entire place erupted in hoots and hollers, everyone
raising their hats into the air.  "Well alright!  We got us a rowdy bunch
tonight!"  The DJ went through some quick announcements, and reminded every
one of the no booze, no weapons rules, going on to warn anyone who leaves
to the parking lot to drink, would not be allowed back in.  That this was
indeed a family night and anyone fighting or roughhousing would be escorted
out.

"So, with all that horse pucky out of the way, let's get some music on and
get ta dancing."  His voice was then replaced with a country music song
that the crowd loved, the dance floor filling up quickly.



It was clear that we were going to be much sought-after dance partners, as
a steady line of females kept coming up and asking all of us to dance.
Bear was clearly uncomfortable, politely telling the girl that asked him
'No thank you maybe later', then leaning into Kenny and me, 'I can't
dance'.  It was OK, none of us took up the offers and the girls just went
off to find someone who would dance with them.



After a time, the DJ's voice filled the air, announcing that the next dance
would be a 'line dance'.  I looked at Kenny, who suddenly seemed extremely
excited.

"A what," I asked him?

"Line dance," he replied.  "it's when Y'all dance in a line," he shook his
head seeing Bear's and my confused looks.  "Watch," he said getting up and
moving to stand several feet back from us on the dance floor.

"Well lookie over yonder," the DJ announced.  "Folks lemme introduce you to
a real live cowboy.  Moved up here from Texas, and if ya doubt my words,
Y'all just get a gander at his championship rodeo buckle."  The crowd
cheered as Kenny turned and lifted his hat.  "So to honor his win, and to
say a big Texas welcome home, our first dance will be our Champion's
favorite.  I suggest y'all watch him if ya don't know the moves."  Kenny,
clearly blushing, adjusted his hat and hooked his thumbs in his belt, his
fingers boldly framing his packed crotch.

There was an actual rush of people, as they all tried to get near him, all
taking places about an arms-length apart.  Kenny shook his head and looked
at us from under the brim, giving me a sly wink.

There was a rumble of an engine revving, then a very catchy, upbeat song
began to play.  Everyone seemed to take their cue from Kenny, who was
slightly bobbing to the music.

"Here we go," The DJ sang through the music, "five, six, seven, eight".  To
my amazement, the entire crowd began moving in unison!

They did a sort of side cross step, the girls all clapping in sync, the
guys held their hands either by their belts or in their pockets.  The group
moved left, then came back, Kenny right in front of Bear and me.  They next
did a shuffling of their feet, jumping up slightly, every single heel
thudding the on the wooden floor with a loud thud.  They kicked to the
front and then to the back, more heel stomping, then as the whole group
moved forward, the girls remained upright, and the guys bowed and touched
the brim of their hats.  Kenny, looking at me, giving his hat the famous
Kenny flick.  They moved back, lifting each knee up, then as the group did
a stepping turn, Kenny did a full spin, everyone now facing to the left and
the dance repeated itself.

Bear and I sat and watched in amazement.  Every time they faced front,
Kenny would give me that sexy hat flick with a coy smile on his face.  I
noticed that his hands were still framing his cock, clearly visible in his
tight jeans.  To be honest, most of the guy's cocks were visible, but my
eyes were focused on my cowboys'.

The song soon ended, and another started just as soon as the first ended.
That was followed by one more for line dancing, then the DJ announced that
the next song was for all the lovers.  The music slowed and a female singer
began to sing about loving her man.

I was whispering to Bear about how fun it would be to try doing the line
dancing when he nudged me, nodding to a hand out-stretched in front of me.
I looked to see my cowboy silently asking me to dance with him.  I looked
back at Bear who smiled and nodded.

As I sat and quickly contemplated dancing with Kenny, the DJ spoke through
the music, telling everyone that there was no judgment or hate here.
Everyone who's in love should be up and dancing.  I took Kenny's hand and
as he pulled me up I saw him mouth a thank you to Bear.

As Kenny moved us onto the dance floor, I noticed several girls who were
rushing over in our direction, suddenly stop, their faces shocked seeing
Kenny holding me as we began to dance.  I also noticed several guys,
dancing with guys and the normal girls with girls, and I quickly felt very
at ease.  These were really some very nice folks.



I soon lost all notion of where I was.  I could feel Kenny's hands, holding
my back, pulling me to him.  I could smell his scent, my head resting on
his strong shoulder, his shirt wet with his sweat.  In my ear, I could hear
him singing along with the music.

When it was over, he escorted me back to the table, his hand on my back.
The music remained slow, and Kenny took Bear, who protested, out onto the
dance floor.

"Will you just hush," I heard him scold Bear.  "I'm gonna teach you how to
dance, so you can go out and dance with your boy".  I Signaled the waitress
for more drinks and headed to the restroom to piss.



I was surprised at how friendly people were.  Girls smiled and guys tipped
their hats, some of them doing the Kenny flick, but none could do it like
my cowboy.

The bathroom was a shock.  Bright fluorescent lights lit the white room,
momentarily blinding me.  There were three long troughs and five stalls.  I
waited patiently as there was no room at the troughs and the stalls were
all occupied.  Finally, my turn, I entered a stall and began to piss, my
stream strong, began to loudly splash into the bowl.

The music was muffled, but I could hear the changing to another slow song.
As I continued to pee, I could hear others chatting as they used the
troughs.  Two guys, who were seemingly outside my stall, were clearly
talking about Kenny.  Yacking that he was back without his parents and they
agreed that they hoped all was well.

"Just as soon as ya got yer nerve up to ask him ta dance, seems his dance
card is full," one joked to the other.  "Did ya see the stallion he was
dancing with"?

"Which one," the other responded.  "The stud he's got now or the sweet
Filly he had before"?  Clearly referencing Bear and me.

"Nah, the first one, the one with the fine ass".

'They both got nice butts, but yeah that first one, damn, he can ride me
anytime."  Their conversation took on hushed tones, and I wasn't able to
hear any more.  I shook my cock, stuffing it into my jeans and exited my
stall, enjoying the look of surprise on the two guys faces as I flicked my
hat to them.



Our table was empty, except for three new sodas, Bear and Kenny dancing
slowly, Kenny with Bear, as I had been with him.  I popped open my shirt an
extra snap to cool down, catching Bear's eye, signaling I was going out for
a smoke.  He blew me a kiss, and I headed for the door.

"Just heading out for a smoke," I told the big guy at the door, who moved
to block my path, his massive finger pointing towards the back of the bar.

"Patios that way.  Unless you're leaving, go back there".  He nodded with
his head to the main door.  "Go out this way, ya-ain't getting back in."  I
gave him a thumb's up and turned to leave.  "End of the far bar," he called
out as I walked away.



I made my way through the crowd and along the back bar where it was less
crowded.  The young bartender caught my eye and asked what he could get me.

"Looking for the patio," I replied, motioning that I wanted to smoke.  The
Bartender smiled and pointed to an inconspicuous door.  I nodded with a
smile, "Thanks Brad," I pointed to his name tag and headed off.



The patio was a large walled open area with four brick fire pits, each with
benches surrounding them.  Gas-fueled fires under mounded lava rocks,
flames licking skyward, warmed the people crowded around them.  Along each
of the walls enclosing this area were tall round tables, gas heaters over
each.  I stood at the only open table, on the far wall.  Pulling my pack
from my back pocket, I lit a cigarette, exhaling a mixed plume of smoke and
frosted breath.

"Can I snag one of them smokes from you," a voice from behind me spoke.  I
turned to see one of the guys from the men's room walking up.  I tossed my
pack onto the table, my hand gesturing to go ahead.  He took one, lighting
it with his Zippo.  "Never seen you 'round these parts before," his accent
muddled, clearly a bad attempt to sound like a cowboy.

"Nope," I replied, "first time".  I pushed my pack back into my pocket, the
stranger's eyes watching my every move, lingering over my crotch.  "I'm
here with friends," I stated, my eyes looking past him, hoping I'd see Bear
or Kenny coming to join me.

"I'm Beau," the stranger said extending his hand.  "I'm stag tonight, don't
really ever know anyone at family night.  I hesitated a moment before
taking his hand to appear polite.  I studied this man, six-foot-one or two,
broad shoulders, and trim waist.  Dressed to impress, with a new shirt and
dark blue jeans.  Black hair under a fake hat that did not fit him style
wise.  Hands so soft, that they screamed he hadn't done a day's hard work
ever.

"Cody," I answered bluntly.  Beau motioned to the table, and I shrugged.
"Free country".  Beau leaned back against the wall, opposite me.

"Yeah, ain't never much here on family night, except chicken.  And then
they always have mommy and daddy hovering over them like hawks."  Beau
pointed to one of the fire pits, "See?"  I looked to see several families
gathered, with several younger kids, none of which were over fifteen.  His
blatant words of a sexual reference made me rather nervous, and I fought to
keep my hands from shaking.  Beau turned and looked directly at me.

"Then tonight, I come in to see the cowboy dreamboat Ken, dancing with this
sexy as fuck little filly.  Well, I thought, my luck has improved".  Beau's
hand slid across the table and took my hand in his.  How about you and me
find someplace quiet so we can get better acquainted?"  I tried to jerk my
hand free, but his grip tightened.

"No, let's say we don't and you just move on, hmm?"

"Oh, come on stud muffin, you know you want too.  Come on, let's go..."
Suddenly, Kenny was in front of me, and Bear shoved Beau back several feet,
his hand torn from mine.

I believe he said no," Bear growled.  "Best be moving on now before you
regret waking up today".  Beau threw a punch which Bear easily blocked.
Bear followed through with two gut punches and a left cross, connecting
solidly with Beau's cheek.

Beau staggered back, crashing into the tall table behind him, both then
falling to the floor.  Bear was on him, like flies on horse shit, when two
large hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him back.  Bear struggled with
this person, one of the bouncers, as another man-handled Beau, pulling him
up and shoving him back several feet.

Other bouncers rushed out, creating a barrier between all of us and the
other folks around the fire pits.  I saw Brad, the bartender, speaking to
one of the bouncers who then forcefully pointed to Beau and then to the
door, growling one word, 'OUT'.

Kenny had me pressed back against the wall, his arms back, protecting me.
Bear raised his arms in surrender, the bouncer releasing his hold on him.

"Thanks, Brad," Kenny said, as the bartender moved over to where we stood.

"You OK buddy," Brad asked me, his hand touching my shoulder, Kenny turning
and allowing me to move again.

"Yeah, I heard him an a buddy talking about all of us in the restroom.
Didn't think any of this would happen though."  Brad's hand squeezed my
shoulder lightly.

"Beau has a history here and I think this incident will ban him for good."

"Thanks for getting the Calvary," Kenny said shaking Brad's hand.

"No sweat.  I was concerned after your friend said he was going for a
smoke, and right after, saw Beau swooping out after him."  Brad shook his
head, "I knew he was going after him, so when I peeked out and saw how
uncomfortable your friend looked, well I alerted security."

"You need to have that hand looked at," I heard one of the bouncer's say,
and looked to see Bear getting his bloodied hand looked at and wrapped with
gauze.  "Cops are coming and even though you were justified, they'll want
to speak with all of you."

I thanked Brad, who headed back inside.  While walking away, I swear I
heard him say; 'My pleasure, Cado'.  I looked over at him as he cleared one
of the tables, but he was concentrating on his job.  Then as I looked away,
I saw his head turn and he smiled and winked.  By the time it registered,
and I looked back he was walking through the door.  I chocked this up to my
imagination, figuring I was coming off my adrenalin high.



We were soon meeting with the cops, individually.  I felt a bit pissed as
the cop interviewing me kept wanting to know what I did to invite this Beau
person to think I wanted him in a sexual way.  I was about to really lose
my cool when the patio door opened and Pa barged in.  He checked on Bear,
who was with the paramedics, lifting his face to look at his face, then
ruffled his hair.  He then came to me, crushing me in his strong arms.

"You OK boy?"

"Yeah Pa, just shaken up is all."  The cop continued his questioning me, Pa
right there, not deterring the cop's insistence that I led Beau on.

"Do you always make eye contact with strangers in the restroom," he asked
me next.  I strongly believe you were loitering in the stall and then made
a silent advance at the first guy you saw, who happened to be Mr. Beau
Avery.  Isn't that correct young man?"  Almost as soon as he finished the
question, Pa was in his face.  Larger in size both in height and body mass,
the cop slunk back, and I swear I heard him gulp.  "Sir, I am going to need
you to back up, NOW," the young cop ordered him, his hand resting on the
butt of his revolver.

"Well, Y'all can just stop making my boy here out to be some kinda whore.
You hear me, kid?  Ain't got no need for accusing him of doing what ya
saying he did."  Pa took a step back, and I scamper to the side to get out
of his way.  "Shit, wha-da ya want, his number too?  Christ almighty!"  The
cop stepped back, his left arm outstretched between him and Pa.

"Sir, I will not tell you again, back up, or I'll arrest you for
interfering with an investigation."

"Who the fuck do you think you are," Pa roared?  The other officers now
took notice and were moving to aid their fellow officer.

"I'm the fucking law, so, DO AS I SAY AND BACK THE FUCK UP!"  The other two
officers came and stepped between Pa and the asshole cop.

"You hear this turd head," Pa bellowed.  "You hear him accusing my boy of
being a whore?  Sides, all you idiots are busting the law by questing all
my boys without a parent or guardian there."  The faces of the other two
cops' changing to one of nervous thinking.

"Sir," one of the other cops spoke reassuringly, "We all just need to calm
down."  The cop that was questioning me was led back into the bar, and the
other cop assured Pa, that they had all the information they needed.  He
apologized for any problems and told Pa to call his chief if he felt he
needed too.  He then left also.

"Bunch-a pimple faced, good for nothing, piss-ants."  Pa put his arm around
my shoulder and led me to where Kenny, Bear and the paramedics were.
"Think cuz they got one-a-them tin stars pinned to their chest and a leg
cannon on their hip, they can do whatever the fuck they want."

The paramedics told Pa that Bear's hand needed to be looked at.  He was
sure it wasn't broken, but it was possibly fractured.  The cuts on his
knuckles might need a stitch or two also.

"Ken," Pa said shaking the paramedic's hand.  "You go and get Cody home.
I'll take my son to see the doc at the clinic."  Pa clamped his hand over
my mouth before I could protest.  "Nope, ain't gonna hear none-a yer lip,
mister.  Ain't gonna be nothing to do at the clinic s'ept sit.  Get home
and get some rest.  I'll have him home in no time."  Pa hugged me and then
walked out of the patio with Bear tightly under his arm.



The drive home was quiet, Kenny pulling me to sit beside him.  I leaned on
his shoulder, resting my hand on his thigh.  I was aware of his cock
hardening, the head pushing under my hand, but my mind was on Bear and how
badly he was hurt.

We arrived home and I had all I could do to get myself into the house.
Kenny followed, making sure everything was shut and turned off for the
night.  As I flopped back onto the bed, I could hear him stoking the fire
and turning on the circulation fans.  I know I dozed off, but for how long,
I couldn't fathom.  I just knew the creaking of the floor near the bed woke
me up.

Kenny was standing there, shaking his head looking at me.  He had mostly
stripped from his clothes, now only wearing his hat and his jeans, which
were halfway unbuttoned, his dark bush sprouting through the opening.  The
base of his cock just peeking from underneath.

"Come on City, let's get you undressed and ready for bed".  He began by
removing my boots and socks, giving my aching feet a slow rubbing.  I
moaned at his touch, not from a desire for sex, but just because it felt
good.  He swung me onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.  Leaning up, he
undid my belt and pulled the button fly open.  He smacked my hip, telling
me to lift my butt, and when I complied, he tugged my jeans down to my
thighs.  I lifted my legs which allowed him to pull my jeans off
completely, tossing them to the floor.

Again, leaning over me, he began to unsnap the buttons of my shirt, my soft
cock somehow finding a way into his jeans, sliding along his cock.  Nothing
was said, he just continued to undress me, lifting my head up by my neck,
to pull my shirt off.  As he leaned back, his hands trailed down across my
chest and abs.  My cock had pulled out of his jeans, hanging heavily over
my balls.

His touch had energized me.  I reached for his hand which he readily gave
to me.

"Dance with me one more time," I spoke quietly.  "Like we did tonight".
Kenny nodded and stood, turning on the small clock radio beside the bed.  A
male county singer was singing about his love, as Kenny took my hand and
pulled me to stand.

'Take these off," I said pushing at his jeans.  "I need to feel skin on my
skin".  Kenny shucked his tight jeans, kicking them to a corner.  He
grabbed my hat that hung on a bedpost, putting on my head just as he wore
his.

"Come here handsome," he said taking my hand and pulling me to him.  He
touched the back of my head and pulled it against his chest.  His arms
surrounded me as his lips kissed my neck, slowly beginning to dance with me
in a circle.  I sighed as I felt the muscles in his back, moving under my
touch.  "I was the luckiest guy in the whole dang universe ta-night," he
spoke, nuzzled to my ear.  "I gots ta dance with the two hottest guys in
the world."

We continued our slow dancing even after the song had finished and another
began.  Kenny slid his hands lower, cupping my ass.  Our cocks were pressed
together but remained soft.  His breath was hot on my neck and shoulder,
humming softly, the tune that we had danced too earlier.

We paused after a bit, separating slightly, him looking down at me.  I
tipped my head as he leaned in to kiss me, our lips barely touching as the
phone in the living room rang.  It took me a second to clear my head, then
giving him a hug, I dashed for the phone.

It was Pa.  He was telling me all was fine and that Bear had indeed
fractured his hand.  Something called the metacarpal bonehead of his long
finger.  That they were now putting him in a splint and that we should just
go to bed, as they would be a bit longer.

As I listened, Kenny came up behind me, his head to my open side, his arms
snaking around me holding me just below my waist.  I lay my hand on him as
Pa explained more of what was going on.

"He's gonna be laid up a few days, so everything's gonna fall on you kiddo.
He'll have a splint, doc said about three weeks.  Then physical therapy for
a few weeks afta that.  So, get some rest, we'll be home in a couple
hours."

"Ok, Pa," I said, very relieved.  "Love you and see you when ya get here."
I hung up the phone and Kenny turned us to face each other, his hands on my
hips.  I told him everything Pa had said, not leaving out one detail.  I
could see the relief in his face, as I am sure he saw the same in mine.  He
lifted my chin, our lips meeting, finally.

.





*****



Greetings everyone!

A brief explanation is in order.  Late last year, my partner and I sold our
home in California and made a move back to my roots.  Shortly after our
arrival in the town where this story takes place, where I spent several
years in my teens, I became ill with the super flu, the one without a
vaccine.  As soon as I was over that, I contracted it a second time.  These
illnesses aggravated an ongoing lung issue I suffer from, making it
difficult to do almost anything.  I want to apologize for the long delay in
providing the next chapter to the story.  I am back now and feeling better.
Here then as proof of my better health is the next part of the story.

Has our hero solved the mystery?  Has he figured out what he must to do
bring peace to our Indian boys?  The adventure is soon to continue...

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