Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 23:54:02 -0500 (EST) From: strike1463@aol.com Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 8 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 *** "Yeah city boy, suck that load..." Chapter 8 Kenny stood there, his fingers frantically digging in through his unbuttoned fly for his cock. I continued to get force fed Lancelot's bitter/sweet load of cum, trying hard not to gag, my hands gripping his massive shaft as it continued to throb and pulse. "Fucking cock," Kenny spat out as his cock sprang from his jeans. The shaft was dark and the head deep red almost purple, clear drips of his pre dangling from his winking slit. "Suck him hard boy. Don't be wasting that seed!" Kenny dropped to his knees, his face pressing to mine as his tongue began to lick at my face where my mouth stretched around the fat cock. Lancelot was enjoying this special two on one treatment, his cock remaining hard even after he had given me my last gob of his cum. I was so focused on his cock, my sight was no more than his cock, balls and Kenny's face. My hearing heard nothing more than Kenny's soft moans and Lancelot's nickering. Lancelot pulled his cock from my mouth as it began to deflate. I felt a hand on my head, fingers in my hair turning my head; a cock now at my mouth. A human cock. A cock I knew very well. "Now baby get to sucking my pecker," Barrett gasped as I swallowed his cock completely. I looked up to his eyes and saw the passion they had for me. His mouth was open as he was breathing hard, a twitching in his face as I pleasured him. His hands stroking over my head and face, smearing what was left of Lancelot's load. I could feel Kenny pulling Bear's jeans down, forcing his way up between us his mouth and tongue working on my boyfriend's plump balls. Bear was controlling my sucking, moving my head on his thick cock, forcing my throat to accept him. Kenny's moans were loud and seductive as he continued to slurp and suck nosily. Bear was dominant in the way he always was with me. My farm boy was master but his love for me always present. His moans of pleasure interlaced with commands, directing me as I made love to him with my mouth. I could also hear the sounds of Kenny furiously stroking his cock, his whimpers letting the world know he was close to cuming. "OH fuck," Bear exclaimed as he pulled from my mouth, his hand to my head, keeping me from re-swallowing that cock I loved so much. "Yeah, yeah," he continued as he pulled his balls from Kenny's mouth with a plop sound. "Git on ova here ya whore," he ordered Kenny, "Kiss!" Kenny began kissing me passionately, his tongue in my mouth exploring. Bear stroked his cock, his knees weak, his overheated passion so clear as he drooled, bits of his spittle hitting us below him. With a loud grunt, his cum shot out and bathed our faces in its wet hotness. I broke the kiss and dove onto my lover's spewing cock, Bear's hands now gripping my head as he rammed his teen cock down my throat. "Yeah baby," he grunted. "Yeah come on suck my fucking cock. Drink all I gots to give ya babe!" I did as I was told, sucking hard. Trying to suck every drop from his tight balls. With a moan and sudden wet feeling on my exposed chest, I knew Kenny was also cuming. His load shooting wildly over him and I. I could feel it running down my chest, through my pubes, around my cock and onto my balls. The sensation was over whelming. My head was swimming with lust. Bear's last few dribbles coating my tongue, I felt my cock throb as my orgasm began. My cock, untouched, waving around wildly, sending my cum everywhere. The aftermath was simple. Three sexy boys, soaked in sweat and covered in cum stood looking at each other. We laughed and giggled as we each stripped out of our boots and soiled clothes. With a nod from Kenny we walked, no... we strutted, like king studs from the lean-to across the yard to the tubs. Stepping in, I can't put into words the feeling of the hot water. There was something different about it. I mean, I have gotten into hot baths before and yeah they are very relaxing. This was different. The water was super-hot, but it was like there was something in it that made it feel so much better. Almost as if the water itself was, I don't know, thicker. I mean it like clung to you like a lotion almost. Slam, we heard the door to the outhouse close hard, and turned to see Damion approaching from around back. "PHewy, don't no one be going in there for some time." He came over to us and quickly stripped, slowly entering the hot water with us. The tubs were large and deep, easily fitting all of us and maybe even one or two more. If you stood on the bottom, the water reached your chin. There were seats built into the side walls in a ring, but for right now we just stood, letting the water clean us. I don't think I have ever felt so relaxed in my life. There was no talking, no joking around, this was serious relaxation. Even the occasional cock feel or ass rub was left unmentioned as these magical waters whisked us away to another world. "Come on, Kenny finally spoke, "We gots to cool down." I watched as he and Bear climbed out. My eyes focused on Bears strong body, muscles moving under his skin. His balls hanging lower than I had ever seen from the hot water. I followed them as Kenny led us to the stream. He stepped quickly into this man-made deep pool in the stream bed and once he was waist deep he sat down. His face twisted as the cold mountain water shocked the heat from him. I groaned as the icy water surrounded me, my balls and cock quickly shrinking, trying to hide from the sudden coldness. I imitated my friends as they repeatedly dunked themselves in the stream, then with them hopped back into the hot tub. After repeating this hot soak, cold dunk process several times, we climbed out and lay about on the cool mountain grass. I was completely relaxed, and content with the world as a light sleep fell upon me. Woke to find Kenny and Bear still sleeping and Damion making a fire. Where it was still warm I wondered why he was doing this. Sitting up I saw the large metal fry pan next to him, suddenly realizing I was starved. "S'up city, um sorry, Cody," his sincerity evident in his tone. I assured him it was OK and walked over by him. We chatted about different things until the others woke up. While Bear and Damion fixed our dinner, I helped Kenny add a second set of pipes to the other tub. "It'll keep this here cooler so we can sit and just relax. Not have ta do no worrin about over heatin." We finished our work as it was getting dark, and Bear shouted that dinner was ready. Somehow food cooked on a camp fire always tasted better. I mean it was just burgers and chips but it was awesome. Bear and I left Kenny and Damion at the fire and went inside to bed. I had just stripped naked when Bear pulled me down on top of him. As we made out, I felt him spearing that lube they liked so much over my hole, fucking it into me with one finger. "I want you super tight tonight baby," he whispered in my ear as his tongue licked over it. "So tight you make me cum right off." "Then shut up and fuck me stud!" Bear did not need to be told twice and maneuvered his cock to my hole, then lifting up with his hips he forced his cock into me. I groaned loudly, not caring who heard. The lube allowing him to slide right in. I tightened my ass around his cock as he slowly pulled it back. I relaxed just a bit, his cock moving fast until I clamped tight, just before his head popped out. "Oh you bitch," Bear groaned, his teeth clenching; his hands gripping my hips as he shoved back in me fully. "That's right and I am your bitch. Ain't lying when I say I love being your bitch either. I love everything about you." I fell forward pulling off his cock some. My mouth to his neck, I bit him like I was a vampire from the movies. Bear wrapped his arms around me. One hand pressing my face to his neck, the other working a finger, then two in my hole with his cock. I groaned at the addition of his fingers. The feeling sending me higher as his cock hit that magical spot inside me, making me gasp. I rose up with a hissing growl, like some crazed animal, sitting down on his fingers and cock. Bouncing up and down on them wanting them deeper in me. Needing him to make me cum. I held off as long as I could. I wanted to cum, but I wanted this to last forever. When his hand touched my cock, I came. I shot six thick ropes of cum up onto his neck and face. Each one leaving a white line on his body. Bear lickong out with his tongue. Reaching all of my juice he could get, milking my cock for all it would give. He then rolled us over and fucked his cock into me like a mad man. We were covered in sweat, his hair dangling in my face, painting it like an artist. I sucked on his hair, drinking the saltiness of his sweat. Bear pulled out just as he began to cum. His load covered my hole and collected in my crack. Holding my legs above his head he began to fuck his cum into my hungry hole. Each time pulling out, gathering more of his seed to my hole and then ramming his cock back in; his hips rotating, working me looser. "Oh fuck, don't stop. Keep fucking me Barrett, make love to me all night long!" My fingers dug at his arms as they opened my legs wider. "Come on stud, fuck me hard. Yeah make me yours!" My cries were loud and echoed off the cabin walls. Bear was grunting with each thrust. "That was so fucking hot seeing you sucking Lancelot." Grunt, Grunt. "Seeing his cum squirtin outta yer mouth like that, FUCK!" His thrusting was growing stronger, harder, faster. "I bout nutted just seeing it, but waited till I got in your mouth." His head tipped back, his Adam's apple moving back and forth as he swallowed. "Oh god," he cried out, "I want to see him fuck you. Want to see him shove that huge cock up in here where I am right now." The thoughts in my mind of Lancelot's huge cock fucking me sent me over the top and I came for the second time. My ass taking him over as well; driving his cock as deep as it would go, he planted his seed in me. I pulled him down onto me, his body convulsing as he continued to cum. I held him tight, my legs wrapped around him, my arms not willing to let him go, ever. I lay with his full weight on me, sniffing his scent, that heady mix of stud farm boy, hay and whatever else. His head pressed to mine, his body still twitching as his orgasm slowly subsided. I have never seen such darkness as I did when I woke up. No moon to brighten our surroundings, the fire long ago gone out. No electric clock radios with their bright numbers to chase away even the slightest darkness. Bear still slept on me, my neck slathered in his drool. His cock, having come out of me, now held by my cheeks. I felt around and realized we were alone in the bed. Damion and Kenny must have slept elsewhere. I woke because I needed to pee. I tried to move out from under Bear without waking him, but he stirred asking me where I was going. He let me go, but claimed he was coming with me for my protection. With an audible click the room flooded with bright white light from a battery operated lantern, I had never seen. We headed out side into the pitch black night, leaving the light in the doorway. Stepping to the corner of the cabin, we simply let go and began to piss onto the ferns that covered this whole area. I felt like a little kid as Bear moved my hand and held my cock as I pissed. He cleared his throat and I took the hint now holding his. I have to admit, the feeling of his urine going through his cock was rather hot. I could feel it as it rushed out, his cock twitching as he finished, the wetness of his head as I ran my finger over the tip checking for drips. "Do that much more I'm gonna make you suck it," Bear whispered to me. I moved and took his soft cock in my mouth. I didn't need to be told to do something twice either. Bear did not fight me, just leaned his back against the cabin wall, relaxing into his midnight blow job. I could immediately feel his cock swelling as I sucked him. Squeezing my lips tight, pulling back, holding his flare with my teeth, and still pulling. I could taste the piss that remained as I sucked it out of him. Its acrid taste on my tongue not unwelcome. As I sucked more, I actually got a few dribbles that leaked from his cock, wetting my mouth. "Sorry babe, couldn't help it," he cooed to me, stroking my hair. I moaned it was fine and kept sucking. I was all about making this blow job special. I was not looking to make him cum anytime soon. I worked my mouth on his cock slow and steady, feeling each vein, each contour, every inch of skin. His fingers glided through my hair sending little shocks of electricity through me. Like I said, I was going to make this last as long as I could. When I felt him getting close I stopped just before he came. This was fine the first couple of times, then was beginning to stress him out. His moaning became louder, turning into pleas for me to let him cum. I was in control now and I would make him wait until I was ready to finish him. Now I was the master. I stood and led him to the cooler hot tub having him rest on the edge and let his body float on the water as I stood and continued my sucking torture. When I felt him ready to blow again, I left his cock and worked on his balls, which hung loose in the hot water. As I worked his nuts, I watched his cock waving around. I could barely see a slight trickle oozing out over his head. I quickly went up and took his cock back into my mouth thinking it was pre-cum. As my lips closed around his head, my tongue licking over his head, I realized it was pee not pre. I paused for a split second, many thoughts running through my head when suddenly Bear let loose with a full stream. I was shocked but before I knew it I was sucking harder and swallowing all I could. Bear held onto my head and moved so he was now standing on the submerged bench. My mouth sucking hard, wanting more of his juice. I gripped his ass, my fingers pushing on his hole. "Fuck Codester, yean baby drink me. Oh holy fuck, YEAH!" He called out, pulling his cock from my mouth, spraying his last bit on my face. He slapped his cock against my face with a wet smacking sound. I tried to capture it in my mouth, but he was too quick, keeping it just out of my reach. "Oh ya, you want my pecker in yer mouth baby? Ya wanna suck on my pecker some more? Huh, do ya?" His control over me was incredible. I would do anything for him and I know he knew this. He leaned down and kissed me, then stood back up to slowly, lovingly slid his cock back into my mouth. I took his cue and continued to suck on him with a slow passion, letting my mouth make love to his cock again. I wasn't waiting long for my reward, aa his cum soon flooded my mouth. I continued to suck, not swallowing, letting it swarm around my tongue. His ass now tightly clenched the fingers I had buried inside him, rubbing over his sweet spot. We exited the tub and were headed back inside the cabin. Our love making hung heavy in the air. That pungent, seductive aroma of boy sex filling our noses. Setting the lantern down Bear spun me in his arms, bringing his lips to mine. "I love you, my sexy city boy. More than I e-va love anyone." I hugged him tight to me; "I loves you too my farm boy stud." We fell into the bed, exhausted, me laying on top of him. Morning brought rain, heavy rain, which dripped like crazy from the rafters above us, plinking and plopping into a variety of pots and pans. A fire roared in the cabins fireplace, and the awesome smell of coffee drifted lazily around the one room. I sat up to see Damion sprawled out on the couch snoring and Kenny, naked, draping our wet clothes on a hastily hung clothes line by the fireplace. "Morning," he called over to me happily. "Rain started bout five, ain't no sign of it letting up neither." He gestured to the hanging clothes, "All our stuff is soaked," now pointing to where our duffels had been. A steady stream of water pouring down from a leak in the roof. Once everyone was up. It was decided that Damion would ride down and head to town for something to patch the roof. Bear, Kenny and I would remain here and try some how to locate where the leaks were. Damion headed out after eating, Kenny saying it'd be slow going as the trail would be slippery. We, in the meantime, donned wet clothes and headed out to find the leaks. It wasn't until late in the day when Damion appeared back at camp, followed by Mr. Stewart and a second pack horse which was loaded down with stuff to fix the roof. "Ran into dad in town and he figured he better come up and take a look," Damion reported as he dismounted. "Sorry boys, don't meant to interrupt your vacation, but this here's a big ol' storm so I figured the more hands the better." I ran inside and brought out hot coffee for them both. "That's my boy," Mr. Stewart said as he gulped the hot liquid and rubbed my lower back. "Come on now, let's get this unloaded so we can fix that there roof." In addition to the roofing stuff, he'd also brought dry clothes and some of Mrs. Stewart's cooking for us, which he handed to me to take inside. I came out to see everyone in long heavy raincoats, similar to what he and Damion always wore. Mr. Stewart motioned for me to go to him. He held up a coat for me, helping me put it on. "This here might be a bit big for ya kiddo, but it was the best I could gather in short time." He spun me to face him, his large hands manipulating the buttons, closing up the coat. He fastened each one slowly right down to the ones over my crotch. His fingers pressing back against me. I couldn't help it as I pushed forward to his fingers as he finished. Mr. Stewart looked up at me and smiled, patting my hip as he stood. Orders were given and we all got to work. Mr. Stewart had brought some thick tar like stuff which he and Damion spread over parts of the roof, as me and my boys ran supplies up and down the ladder. It was late and dark when they had finished, too late for Mr. Stewart to head back home safely. We headed inside to get out of the rain. The raincoat I was wearing was difficult to unbutton. Bear even had trouble when he tired, before his dad stepped up and offered to help. "The leather gets stiff if it ain't worn much and them lil holes get all tight and puckered. Ya gotta work these here big thangs around to git um in and out," he looked up at me and winked, I felt my face blush as I realized he wasn't talking about the buttons. "Y'all best be getting outta ya wet thangs. Ma done packed up some dry warm stuff for ya." Finally out of my coat, I began to change out of my things as the others began to get into their sweats. Mr. Stewart was next to me, as he too began to strip, his hairy chest and legs now in full view. I had to look away as he dropped his underwear, seeing his massive cock swinging around for the first time. "Ma done packed up some grub for us, and if ya promise not to squeal, I'll share my whiskey with ya. If ya tattle, I paddle ya asses, y'all git me?" His hand connected with my butt, his fingers giving it a quick squeeze. "Now, let's chow down and then y'all is gonna take this old man to go soak in them tubs," he put his beefy arm around my neck, pulling my face to his furry chest and mussed my hair. The quickness of his action caused me to go off balance, I had to wrap my arms around his waist for support. Everyone was hooting and rushing around, Bear coming up and hugging on his dad, crushing me tighter to his hairy body. I could smell their musk mixed with the scent from the raingear. My cock hardening as Mr. Stewart continued to hold me and Barrett tight. "Thanks fer coming up daddy," Bear whispered. "I was worried bout-cha boy. Them flatlanders don't give a shit bout this dump. I worry when you come here." I felt Bear hug tighter and his dad hugging him right back. The love these two held for each other might now show very often, but it was very clear right now. "Alright, nuff of this Tom-foolery, git to making me my supper boys." He let me go last, his mighty hand holding my face to his furry chest as he kissed the top of my head. "Thanks for keeping my boy safe kiddo," he whispered. "Now git before he gits ta feeling jealous." His hand slid down my bare back and grabbed my ass, his middle finger pressing up onto my sweat pant covered hole. We ate almost all of what they'd brought. The stew Mrs. Stewart had packed was delicious. Fresh baked bread and for dessert, an apple pie which was nothing more than a huge mess from the trip, but it was still good. We just ate it right from the dish together. Finally full, we all sat back to relax. Mr. Stewart excused himself and stepped outside to check on the horses. As the guys cleaned up I stepped out to take a piss. The rain was still coming down so I stood on the side of the cabin under the eaves. It was dark with only the light that shone through the front cabin windows. The smell from Mr. Stewart's tobacco pipe he always smoked after dinner grew stronger. Looking to my side I saw him approaching as he walked back from the lean-to. Great puffs of smoke billowed around his head as he did. "Mind if I share your dry spot?" His voice low and husky. I continued to piss taking a side step to make more room. He clenched his pipe in his teeth as he moved next to me tucking his raingear behind him. One hand lowering the front of his sweats while the other hauled out his gigantic cock. I tried not to look, but shit, I had too! He held his cock in his hand, a good two inches stretched beyond. Using his forefinger and thumb, he pulled the wrinkled foreskin that hung over the head back. A stream the size of a pencil began crashing onto the same ferns and brush that my much smaller stream was washing the rain from. His hand bumped my chest, the strong scent of whiskey filling my nose. "Here kiddo, this'll put hair on that nice chest of yours," the back of his hand continued pressing against me. "Just remember, no squealing, K?" I finished pissing and took the bottle looking up at him. He smiled and gave me a smile. "Go-on boy, take a swig." I put the bottle to my lips and tipped my head back. The strong liquid burned over my tongue and down my throat. I held the bottle out for him, but he shook his head. "Go-on, hit it again if ya want." I took another drink, letting more of the whiskey in. I wasn't no drinker, no one in my family was. Oh we had a stash of booze at home but no one ever touched it. I'd always preferred smoking pot to beer or anything else. No I am not saying this was my first drink, hell no. I'd sipped me some brandy when I went hunting with my neighbor. You know, to keep the chill off. Now here I was. Pissing and drinking whiskey with Mr. Stewart. I felt really special. "Might wanna put yer pecker away stud," he said softly as he nudged me. "Don't need my boy coming out, seeing you waving it around, like ya are in front of me, do we?" I looked down and realized my cock and balls were still on display, I looked up at him and smiled, blushing. "Take one more swig, go-on," he nearly whispered as he turned to face me. "I'll give ya a lil help with it." He reached out and took my cock in his calloused hand. What lies in store for our sexy boys? Stay tune there's more to come! 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