Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2016 03:26:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Farm Boy Brothers

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Farm Boy Brothers


I was exasperated.

"Please, Cal!  Not again."

"C'mon, Travis.  I got a roarin' need and you know you like it."

"Cal, I'm burnin' sore.  You had me twice yesterday and once `fore noon."

"I got to, Cal," my bother pleaded.

"It's almost time to turn in for the night.  Pa might get suspicious."

"He ain't goin' to ask and if'n he does we'll say we're going check on the
new lamb," Cal argued.

"Cal ..."

My brother wasn't going to listen.

"C'mon, let's go."

I gave in and followed my brother out of the house into the still-light
evening and headed towards the barn; we'd been using the feed room around
back as we could hide and the sacks were good for leanin' on.  I'd been
going there with my brother Caleb for the last few days after he found me
using one of wooden hand rake handles with some udder balm in the tool
room.  I don't know why I tried it, I guess because my finger felt so good,
but I didn't figure on being caught like that by my older brother.

I guess I should explain things.  Caleb, I call him and my Ma and Pa call
him, well, everybody calls him Cal, exceptin' the new preacher, Preacher
Willoughby.  He is my older brother by one year.  I am eleven and three
quarters and Cal is near thirteen.  We don't look much like brothers.  Cal
is lean and rangy and I am husky and solid.  Cal got the light hair and
eyes of Pa's family and I got the darker hair of Grampa' Williams.

Cal, he's "becomin' a man" Pa says and it's true.  Cal's getting' taller
right quick and he's getting some hair on his upper lip.  I can barely see
it, only when he is sweatin' but Cal says he'll be shaving in no time.  I
doubt it.  I know one place Cal is getting' some hair – downstairs.
He's got two dozen dark ones above his pecker and a few sproutin' on his
nutsack, I've seen it with my own eyes.  And his pecker is gettin' bigger,
there sure ain't no doubt about that.

We looked in on the lamb and then went around and unlatched the door to the
feed room.  We headed to the back where Cal had taken me over the last
week.

"Let's get your overalls down."

My brother was in a riled state, I could see the horn he had in his jeans,
but he was still kind to me.  He slid the straps off my suntanned
shoulders.  My bib fell.  Cal gently brushed my nipples with the back of
his knuckles, that gave me the shivers.  Cal would feel me real good from
behind when he was in me, he knew I liked it.

"Let me get the side snaps now," I chided.

In order for me to get the overalls down to my feet I had to undo the two
side snaps on account of I was thick around the waist.  I wriggled and down
they came.  Cal had undone his jeans in the meantime.  His pecker was
pokin' out of his drawers.  I didn't wear none in the summer with bib
overalls, most boys didn't.  It was more comfortable that way.

"Lean over that there sack," Cal directed, pointing to a low enough pile.

I put both of my hands on the rough burlap and spread my legs.  Caleb
positioned himself behind me and spread my cheeks with one hand to get a
gander at my cornhole.  I could feel the air on my moist crack.  Caleb
rubbed the pad of his thumb on my slippery pucker.

"Ooooh ..."

I let out a satisfying coo as my older brother worked my puffy, warm hole.

"Yeah, you're ready, Travis," Caleb whispered in a low voice, more to
himself than to me.

Caleb spread my cheeks farther apart and took a step forward.  He put his
hot, sticky plum to my cornhole.  I braced myself against the dusty sacks.
Cal began to push.  I held my breath and tried to take his cockhead.

"Innhh ..."

"C'mon, Travis, you can do it."

Caleb pressed harder.  It weren't goin' in.

"Innhh!  Hold off for a second, Cal."

My brother didn't listen; he pushed harder.  I collapsed forward onto the
sack as my arms gave out.  The rough fabric pushed against my foreskin,
scratching harshly against my pee hole.

"Don't be crawlin' away from me, Travis."

"I ain't trying to get away, Cal," I countered loudly, annoyed because of
the rough burlap on my cockhead, "It just ain't going in easy."

"All right then," Cal said with some frustration, "Let's try again."

Cal squatted down a little trying to change the angle.  He tilted my ass up
a bit.  He got his knob centered just so and pushed.

"Oh, Jesus, Cal!"

I knew it was bad to take the Lord's name in vain but Cal had a big
"country cock."  It hung down pretty long and had a big ol' head to it.  I
didn't have no trouble once the head was in but it was real hard getting'
it past the ring.

"You spit on it?"  I asked accusingly.

"Yeah, I spit on it," my brother replied short.

I knew he had but it was hurtin' pretty good.  I was pretty sore from Cal
doing me over the last few days.  Cal pushed some more, my asshole
stretched.

"Ohh!"

"It's almost in ..."

My chest scraped the feed sack, my firm nipples burned as they were pushed
across the coarse weave.  I started to cry out when my muscle gave in to
the pressure of my brother's cock.

"Oww ... Ohhh ... Unnggh!"

"Unnh! ... Yeah," Cal grunted with success.

I panted at the painful intrusion.  The hard part was over, the head was
in.  Cal paused for a second or two.  I held my tongue as I knew the
hurtin' would subside in a bit.

"Relax."

That told me Caleb was going to push his pecker in.  In it went, inch by
inch, burning as my ring was tugged unevenly by Caleb's dry shaft.

"Innhh ... Ohhh ..."

I could feel the bulbous knob slide past the special place up inside me; it
sent shivers up my spine.  My cock twitched with a pang of pleasure. I was
skewered like a roast pig.

"You ready, Travis?"

I got myself in a better position on the sacks.

"I'm ready, just go slow at first, okay, Cal?"

Cal put one hand on my waist to steady me and slowly moved his hard pecker
out an inch and then pressed back in.  It rubbed "the spot" as good as the
wooden handle.

"Uh ..."

Cal did it slow like he promised.  My pecker had gone all stiff and I
didn't mind it rubbin' the sack now that my skin covered my pee head.  Cal
had the long pecker but mine, though shorter, was thicker and pointed like
the prong on a harvester rake.  My nuts were all up round and tight from
excitement; Cal's, his still hung down real good.

I hadn't really started playing serious with my pecker until the Willoughby
boy showed me at the church picnic last August.  I wonder why Cal didn't
tell me about it.  He was all secretive for awhile last year about bathing
and Pa told me to leave him be.  I don't know why Cal wouldn't tell me, I
ain't never tattled on him since I was six.  I guess he was worried what
Preacher Willoughby might say; I know Cal was pretty serious about his
Bible studies last year gettin' private instruction and all.

Cal had me around the waist with both hands now and I could hear him
breathin' with his exertions.  My hole was loosened up and Cal could slide
in and out without too much trouble.  I started to get real randy with Cal
pumpin' my special spot.

"Cal ... uhn ... could you ... uhn ... do some `milkin'?'"

That's what we called it when Cal squeezed my nipples.

"Yeah, Travis, I ... uhh ... can do my ... uhh ... my chores."

Cal got both of my teats and started squeezin'.  They were still tender
from scraping across the sack and they ached but it was more like a heat
that began spreading through my body.  I was getting' a sweat goin' and Cal
was too.  I could feel his slick thighs slide against mine and a few drops
fell from his brow onto my back.

"Oh, Cal!" I called out.

I couldn't help myself, the feeling was too good.

"You like that?"  My brother whispered in a masterful tone.

"Ohh, yes, Cal!"

Cal halted, teasin' me.

"You want more?"

"Yes, Cal," I breathed, impatient with desire.

"Tell me you want more."

"I want more, Cal. Please," I begged of my brother.

I did.  I wanted more.

"You want more of my pecker, Travis?"

I wanted that, too.

"Yes, Cal.  Pleease!"

I wanted my brother to take me roughly and I wanted his pecker plum to hit
that special spot over and over.

"Get ready, Travis.  You're going to get it."

Cal went to it.  He started breeding me like a bull on a heifer.

"Oh ... Oh, yes ..."

"Is that ... Uhhh! ... is that what ... you want?"

"Yes, Cal.  Oh, yes!"

"Uhh!  Innhh!"

We called back and forth to each other over and over again in the dusky
twilight.

I was pushing back against my brother pretty good now, Cal's cock was
hitting "the spot" and he had my cock and cornhole twitchin'.

"Ungh!  Oh, Cal!  Uhh ... Oh ... Ohhh!" I cried out unashamedly, I couldn't
help it; I wanted Cal's cock deep.

This inflamed my brother's lust.  The pace of his coupling increased. I
could now only try to hold myself against his forceful thrusts, tightly
gripping the burlap sack in my clenched hands.

"Nnggh ... Nnnggh ..."

Cal grunted with near every thrust.  He was going to peak any second.

"Here it comes, Travis!"

"Uhh ... Uhhh ... Uhnnnggh!"

His cock began dancing, jerking up and down inside me.  My rigid pecker
throbbed in the same rhythm as if my brother's cock were mine.

"Ohh ... Ohhh ... Oh, Cal," I moaned over and over.

My brother collapsed on my back, huffin' like a running horse.  He was all
sweaty from working his cock.  He groaned a little now and then.  I could
tell he was real satisfied.  Cal's hardness broke and his cock slowly slid
from my hole; I could feel it throbbing from my brother's pounding.  After
a minute or two, Cal got off my back.

"Whew!  That was a good `un, Travis."

I didn't say anything but it was better than anything; a tire swing, no,
better than a ride at the county fair.  It was even better than that hand
rake handle.

"I think you're getting' better at takin' my pecker, Travis," Cal said,
honestly judging my effort while puttin' it back in his drawers.

"I don't know ... maybe," I replied getting to my feet.  I then added,
fussin' at Cal for making me do it so late, "I'm still sore as can be,
though."

I rubbed my cheeks; my aching hole was almost completely closed, though I
knew I'd be feeling the soreness in bed later that night.

"Hurry and git your overalls back on, we don't want Pa out here lookin' for
us if'n we be gone fer too long."

"Okay."

I got in them alright but the straps rubbed my tender nipples somethin'
awful.  We headed back as it was getting' dark and it wasn't long before we
had said our prayers and gone to bed.

This was how it started.  I had no idea all that was to come.


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