Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 10:16:26 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Farn Boy Thumbs a Ride" by Jay Roberts, Gay Rural Although the word "boy" is in the title, that doesn't mean under 18 year old "boys", if you are under 18 I specifically disinvite you to this reading. Bye! Name's Swifty. At least that is what they call me at the brokerage house. I make fast sales and at 25 hold the record this year and I get paid accordingly. That's why I can indulge myself with this bright red Corvette that I am tooling down the Route 17 in Rural New York state. . You think that rural and me and my coupe don't belong in the same sentence. Probably not, but I was up in the Finger Lake area looking at a small country home. Now that I had some six-figure income to spend I needed to get away occasionally from the noise and pace of New York City. The reason I was on the old Route 17 was to give my new Corvette a change to show its stuff on the windy road. Okay, you got the picture and the credits have stopped rolling. As I rounded a curve at about seventy I saw a figure ahead. This "thumber" was smart to station himself at the end of the curve so drivers could see him for about 500 yards in advance. As I neared and was about a 100 yards away I felt a tingle and warmth in my "fundamentals". This figure quickly came into focus as a young lad, a helmet of straw blond hair falling over his eyes, a big white toothy smile and one tan naked shoulder, exposed from a dropped Bibb overall strap, gleaming in the July sun. I never pick up hitchhikers, but this was the innocent country and the kid looked hot in both senses of the word, and besides my little head was shouting at me to stop. I pulled up smoothly (What a car!), reached over and opened the passenger door. "Where you heading?" "Jus' down 'bout ten miles to Pikesville Center." He spoke with that sexy hoarse teenage voice we all love so. I motioned for him to get in. He was taller than he seemed on the open road, maybe six feet. I judged him to be about 16 or so, his face still baby smooth and unlined. He filled the small space with the smell of a clean but sweaty teenager. They should bottle that for shave lotion. I know I'd spay it all over myself. His one bare shoulder was glossy and tan, as he entered I could see his smooth tight waist as the overall gapped. This was a fox of foxes and coupled with his accent a walking manual of many jerk off sessions to follow. A moment after he entered the car he pivoted around and examined the interior. "Not much space in here. Ya caint carry much stuff. Smells different than our truck." All I could do was smile stupidly. I found out his name was Dexter. I introduced myself and he grasped my hand in his big (does that really mean something?) warm slightly rough hand and shook enthusiastically, jiggling my whole body and causing my pants puppet to rub against my blue jean shorts. "Glad to know you Dexter." I took a real chance and rushed things because this was to be a very short acquaintanceship. "You sure are a handsome guy." Uh, oh, he fell silent and color rushed over his face in waves. I figured he'd ask me to stop or worse bop me. But instead he purred a reply. "Mum tol' me that. My two brothers, Jeb and Tony are even more comely. If'n they were show animals at the fair, they'd win for shure." He now looked at me with a happy look on his face, making me weak. "Yur mighty pretty herself. Nice shiny dark hair and that nice moustache and billygoat whiskers on yer chin. Makes me wish I could get you at milking time." I had no idea what he was talking about but I would learn soon. He was now wound up, my compliment changing him from quiet to chatty. I learned all about the family. Mom had died five years ago, Daddy ran off with a young girl from the next farm and the girl's father was still looking for him. "He was also a fine looking man," Dexter confided. "Loved milkin'." There was that milking reference again. Tony was the eldest and raised the two younger boys and they all ran the dairy farm. Tony was 20, Jeb 18 and Dester was indeed 16. "Mum liked to foal ever' two years, seems." I quickly caught on that Dexter, as gorgeous as he was, was one teet short on the utter. A certain blankness in his fabulous blue eyes tipped me off. His innocence invited boldness as he looked trustingly at the world, happy and dripping sixteen-year-old hormones. We had only gone less than half the ten miles. I never drove so slow. I wanted to make this last. I suddenly realized that he was staring at my shorts, at the pushed up crotch from my 3/4 erection. Also little Swifty was bent in half. "Looks like yur 'proaching milkin' time. Should I do my chore?" "God yes," I croaked, now beginning to understand the milking reference. I turned off into a small treed country road, and sat waiting. He unzipped my shorts, reached a practiced hand inside and gently unwound my dick and drew it up out of the fly. He held it softly for awhile and told me that he was the best milker in the country, according to his brothers. Around six o'clock each of them needed "milking" most days and he did it. This routine started about four years earlier, just after daddy absconded with his underage squeeze. As he began an almost imperceptible stroke he mused that I didn't have a rag liken he used to catch the milk from his bothers. I shakily grabbed some tissues from the box on the sunvisor and handed it to him. He opined that it wasn't exactly right but might do when I spew. He continued this super light touch, driving me nuts. I kept lifting up trying to get his touch going, but he had his method and wouldn't me rushed or corrected. "Yu get a good milin' with lotsa milk ifn you relax and let the milkman take charge." In a few minutes I was almost gibbering, my forehead wet with sweat, my eyes rolling around in delicious agony. He began crooning to me as one calming a cow. "That'sa boy, git with it, feel the feeling comin' on. Don't fight the feelin' live it." Even thought I was orbiting in outer space I still noticed that Dexter was also in a strong passion. He had his metal buttons agape and his long cock sticking out. I reached down to grab a feel but he pushed my hand away. "Now it's yur turn. Maybe I'll milk myself after." He imperceptibly increased his pressure and the speed of the stroke. This new technique had me moaning like a two dollar whore. He laughed in glee. He liked that. I guess it told him he was doing good. As for me, I didn't know how long I could stand it. I wish he was up for sucking my cock. I need a good hard come, but I was afraid to stop the fabulous feelings I was experiencing. Suddenly he put his hand up near my mouth and stuck his index finger against my lips. "Take my finger inside and suck on it. That always works for Jeb, gives him a big milk delivery. Tony likes other things like my wet finger in his back hole." I sucked in that finger as though I could get honey from it. He seemed pleased as patted my cheek in a brotherly way at the same time jerking faster and harder, now making long strokes from root to head, paying new attention to sliding my foreskin over the head and wanking there a bit. I was ready to blackout because that was my own special way. This slow witted farm boy was enslaving me to his expert and loving hands. Every cell of my brain was concentrating on his activity. I had fallen in lust with that hand, wishing I could take it home and keep it in my bedside table for wanking duty nightly. "Okay, Swifty boy, you can now spill yur milk, Dexter tells you to do it now." Oh fuck, I was entering that great but scary moment when all of my life was suspended. I was rigid, breathing shallowly. Suddenly the center of my body sucked in then a dribble came out of the piss slit followed by a long spurt, then a second and a third, finally ending in many dribbling spurts. I was mewing in passion, Dexter was laughing outloud at the evidence of his handwork. "Good, good Swifty, yer doing good. Yu have more milk to give than my brothers." He wiped it all up. The car smelled of sex. I lay back panting as Dexter patted my cheek with the same affection he must use on the family hound. When I was almost back to myself I remembered my manners. "Dexter, thanks. That was great, wonderful. You are very talented." I looked down and his farm boy organ was pulsing in agony. This was a cock that would win the Blue Ribbon, not for size but for beauty, very tubular and unmarked by veins or coloration, just one pale tan beauty. I gestured toward it and moved my hands in the universal wank motion. He shook his head. "Ifn you don't mind, I'd like to do it myself. May I borry yur paper napkins?" "Sure, help yourself. Can I watch?" He was already started and he grunted out, "Yep I like when someone looks." Dexter was very serious about wanking. He pursed his puffy pink lips and frown mightily. He held his breath as he forgot to breath, then let it all out in a loud poof. It was an adorable process to watch. I longed to swoop down and kiss him. One hand, rough from farm work, snuck onto his lightly muscled chest and softly flicked a nipple. He was fast leaving me as he entered his own private realm. His eyes alternately closed then opened wide as a new shook hit his nervous system. Now he seemed to have a permanent moue as if saying ooh. His breathing rasped and his chest filled with air. I saw the beginning of a thrusting motion of his hips. His mouth now opened for more air. Suddenly he called out, "I'm goin' shoot milk soon. When you see it, can you kiss me? Tony my older brother and I like it when we are cumming and spurting. Can you please? I'm jes about to spill over." I leaned in. Dexter made a kissing mouth shape. I pressed my lips to his. His lips were burning hot and dry. I licked them and my tongue met his slippery red cat's tongue. He tasted sweet, a little like coconut. Just as our tongues met he lurched his hips upward and sent strangled cries into my mouth. I was hard again. I looked down. Dexter was not a spurter but rather a spiller. His cock brimmed over and heavy creams ran out into his blond public hair, the area on the base of his cock formed a hollow that filled with the grade "A" stuff. He was almost in a faint from his organism. He closed his eyes and I think he fell asleep for a few minutes, at least I heard gentle snores. I held him lovingly. Finally he woke up smiling and full of his former energy. "Say Swifty. Let's turn around and go back five miles to our farm. I'd like you to stay over tonight to thank you for lettin' me milk you and keepin' me company when I did. And...and....the kiss." He said the last shyly. I couldn't help it. I gave him six short kisses and he said 'hmmmm' each time. I drove up the bumpy back road to the really poor farm. The house needed paint and the serves of a good carpenter. The barn, however, was in good shape. He ran ahead and showed me the barn. There were no cows in it. It was still daytime and they were in the field. "I'll bring 'em in 'bout two hours from now. I have to do it all 'cause Jeb and Tony are in town getting feed and food. Ifn you want, we could go in and wash up and do whatever pleases you." The boys had rigged up a makeshift shower at the end of the one large room. There were three identical beds. Dexter pointed to the middle one. "That'uns mine so I can reach both Tony and Jeb at night." He let out an unaccustomed giggle that I thought was charming and showed that he was still a kid. We got naked. He was not shy one bit. He had a great build. Narrow waist and hips, long cock and hanging large balls. His ass was framable. He was practically hairless on his arms and legs but his pits and pubes were unusually bushy. It was a sexy contrast to his smooth body. I wished at that moment that I could push my nose into the sixteen year old public hair. It must smell heavenly. When I was naked he appraised me like the judge at the horse show. "You set up real nice." He passed his hand over my fuzzy rump and peered between the halves of my ass and made a doctor sound of more humms. "Hairy around the hole. Me and my brothers have no hair there but I like it. Does it catch a lot shit?" I assured him that I keep it clean. Then he knelt down. I thought for a minute he was going in for a blow job but it was my legs. He stroked them. "Pretty black hair all over from toes to cockle," he said with pleasure of discovery. I was beginning to firm up. He noticed. "Want a milkin' agin'? You sure firm up easily and often, like me." I told him that first I'd like to wash off. Then we will see. I was salivating for another mind blowing cum from his hands but I tried to play it cool. After all he was nine years younger and I didn't want to be a perv, which I was.. After the cool shower we dried off and he said we should rest. "I'm getting' real sleepy, he said and without a pause he flopped down on the cot. "Yu can lie here next to me, it'll help me sleep." But he hardly finished the sentence before his eyes closed and he let out a sign and then turned into a soft snore. I lay down next to him and drew his head onto my chest. He hummed in satisfaction and burrowed into my pecs, his mouth perilously close to my tits. I was hard but I still fell asleep. I woke up a long time later. My Concord Mariner said four o'clock. Must have been two hours sleep. I heard chuckling at the foot of the bed and there stood two stalwart lads. I waved back. My cock was fully hard and Dexter's hand was lying against it though he was asleep. The younger of the two resembled Dexter except his hair was dark. He was an altogether beautiful kid. Tony was blond like Dexter but he was much taller and very muscular. His mouth was wide while Dexter's and Jeb's were small feminine, and curly lipped. These three boys could grace the cover of any men's mag, gay mag, muscle mag or print ad. The younger kid spoke first. "I'm Jeb. I guess you had milkin' duty from young Dex. He's the best, ceptin' for me," and he reached out and cuffed Tony on his budging arm muscle. Tony spoke seriously to me. "Dex is still out. He can really sleep. I want to warm you that you can have fun with us and milin' with Dex but nothing more. Dex is not too bright, but he is the best boy in the whole world." I told him that I know that already. "I would never do anything to harm him. His character is pure and just asks for protection." "Right," they both said. Then Tony continued. "You're a stranger and it's easier to talk to you. Jeb and I do a lot of messing around when Dex isn't around. We like to suck each other and......" Jeb cut in. "My dear brother Tony, tough as he looks likes to get fucked. Not me, I'll a fucker and a sucker." Dex began to stir. He looked up and saw his brothers. "Hiya bros. Welcome back. Ooh, I see the light is changing. I gotta get the cows in the barn and do some milkin'." Then he laughed and punched me in the arm. This was apparently a family trait. "Don't mean man milkin'." Then he doubled up in childish laughing. The brothers hugged him and told him to get dressed so he doesn't scare the neighbors or get his cockle caught in the barn door. They all trooped down to coral after Dexter slipped on his overalls. They all shooed the cows into the barn and each one in their stalls. They owned six. I don't know about cows but to my city eyes they looked very healthy and were beautifully marked. The three got busy cleaning the teets then in short order they milked each cow and carried the full pails into a refrigerated storage shed. "They go to the dairy early tomorrow," Tony said. "Now lets eat some of the food I brought. The food was hamburgers. I found out that they can only afford meat once a week so I held back and only ate one. The boys each had three. We each had two beers and Tony handed out cigars. We lit up and relaxed on the little porch and felt like millionaires. They asked me about my work. They listened politely but I don't think they understood it and surely didn't think it was real work. It was getting toward nine o'clock. Jeb explained that they are usually ready for bed around that time. "And for a nightly milkin'," offered Dexter. We all trooped upstairs. Jeb and Tony pushed the three beds together. "Now there's room for four. An' there's have a lot of milkin' to do." We stripped. I got the same appraisal as I received from Dexter. Tony grumbled that I needed more muscle. "But the skin is nice and soft and the hair at the center of your chest is a real fine thing." I ended up stretched out with Dexter on my left, Tony on my right and Jeb next to Tony. No one did anything. We just lay there. I think the boys were a little shy because of me. I decided that I'd have to do something to get it started. I reached own and softly took hold of Dexter's dick. He sighed in pleasant surprise. His brothers usually received but did not stimulate him. My other hand I placed on Tony's chest and stroked his pert nipples. He hummed in pleasure. Then I felt Jeb, who claimed to be the best milker rub my belly lightly, exciting the treasure trail and then sliding down to take hold of my dick. His technique was much different than Dexter's. He was more insistent and very quickly had me breathing out loud. "Nice," He said, "I like it when my guy appreciates my talent." He stroked the head of my oozing slit with his thumb, back and forth, nearly giving me a heart attack of sensation. Meanwhile Tony turned his back to Dexter. That was a signal for Dexter to wet his finger and slide it into Tony's waiting hole. The young boy now was the boss of the older one. Tony thrust back to get more stimulation and Dexter laughed with exitement. "Yu really like that big brother. Shake that ass back and get shagged with my finger. Oh yes, I feel that button inside." Tony was howling with excitement as he hot button was stimulated over and over. I began stroking his cock to give him double stimulation and in a few moments he called out loudly that he was really to give milk. Jeb said, "City boy's balls are rising up the shaft of his dick. He's almost ready too." Dexter was working Jeb's shaft with his usual expertise and Jeb was huffing and puffing while he brought me to the peak. "Jeb is really to spill it," called out happy Dexter. In a moment Jeb spew great ropes of cum on Tony's chest. It was joined by Tony's larger load of heavy cum. He thrashed and moaned like a crazy man as his orgasm hit him. Then me, Jeb ignored himself and rapidly shagged me until I shouted out my cum. We all relaxed until I said, "Pretty Dexter is laying there, stiff and hurting. Don't you guys want to help him." Jeb said, "He like to do it himself, while we watch. That's the way it's always been." I clucked with impatience. "Well it's going to change right now." I leaned down to Dexter's crotch. It smelt heavenly. I took his cock in my hand and brought my lips to the tip. I looked up. His eyes were tightly shut, but he asked in a a small voice, "Jeb, Tony, is it okay ifn I yield to this. It sure feels good. It must be right." They both okayed the new activity and I got to work. Dexter really liked it, he messed my hair and tickled my ears to show appreciation, he sang and moaned and jumped and gasped. His chest was pink with blushing excitement and his face was dripping with sex sweat. Tony looked down on him lovingly. "Okay little brother. It's your turn to have your head blown off with excitement." Tony rubbed his pink soft nips and Jeb kissed his lips and licked tongues. I think that Dexter was close to passing out with hyperventilation when he stiffened and cried out "Milk, milk is comin'" He body locked, then began pulsating up and down. He delivered a pail of cream into my waiting mouth. It was delicious." Finally we all sank back. Suddenly we heard snoring. Dexter fell asleep like he apparently does when he cums. Tony leaned down and smoothed the boy's hair and Jeb kissed him once on the lips. A watched this lovely brotherly action for a moment and then slipped into a heavy sleep. It was light when I woke up. I was alone. I figured they were milking and putting the cows out to pasture. I stretched and yawned. Back to sleep again. Until Dexter woke me by tickling my left pit (the most ticklish one.) "Wake up city boy, eggs and ham hocks waitin'". I said goodbye to all of them and told them about my possible house purchase. They knew that area and said they'd all pile in the old truck and come up and give a hand moving in." I made three friends and three sex buddies that visit. Before I left I slipped a hundred bucks on the night table and jotted a note that it wasn't for the sex and wasn't for the food but a construction loan and I hoped they would buy paint with it and that my favorite color was white, like milk. End This is another of my stories about rural kids. They're the best. I thought about this being part one and part two could initiate Dex into anal sex but somehow I thought I'd leave him in the milking stage but I wonder if he'll ask his brothers for oral sex now that he has experienced it.