Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2013 04:41:46 -0700 From: dakota phillips Subject: Dakota ... Part 13 The following erotica story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to any person is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic depictions of boys under the age of eighteen engaging in sexual activities. Keep in mind that one chapter leads into the next. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------- Dakota ... Part 13 ------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a quiet few days since my brother, his friend, and me messed around. Mom had several days off and really wanted to see the countryside. She often marks out days of her schedule to spend time with us. We drove over to Indiana one day and went to a farm where you can pick fruit and vegetables. To my surprise, it was really nice, you know, relaxing. Rio and Shelby wanted to go into the apple orchard. We had just finished lunch (real home cooking!) and I was wanting to just take it easy. There was a small petting area with farm animals on the property. So I decided to go watch the animals (so, I have a big heart). Mom gave me some money and we all agreed to meet back at the main store in two hours. I watched as mom and my two brothers clumsily climbed aboard a tractor-pulled wagon. Rio and Shelby started grabbing at each other in the hay as mom checked emails on her phone. She looked frustrated. Must be bad reception. As I watched Rio and Shelby rough-house, I wondered if they had messed around with each other. I smirked thinking how hot that would be to watch. (Hell, am I one horny fucking teenager!?) The petting area was off to one end of the property, which seemed to go on for miles. I bought a soda and walked up the dirt path to the complex. Upon entering, I was overwhelmed by a unique mixture of dust, heat and animal poop. It wasn't foul, but it was different. It took me a moment to get used to it. I walked over to the lambs. They wobbled as they stepped this way and that. Across from their pen was two cows lazily chewing hay. I noticed just outside was several dozen goats of various sizes. There was a feed machine, so I deposited a few quarters and headed out to the goats. I was bombarded on all sides. My feed was gone in seconds. "You gonna be okay?" came a slight voice from the next stall. I looked over and saw a boy about my age leaning against a pitchfork. He was wearing overalls with no shirt. (Damn!) He had short brown hair, bushy eyebrows, green eyes, and a full set of lips. His complexion was clean and it looked as though he had been in the sun a bit, his cheeks were rosy red. He looked to be maybe 5'7", about 120 or so pounds. "Hey," I said. "They always this aggressive?" "When they know what they want." "Do you ever feed them?" I asked as three poked around my pockets looking for more food. "Sure," he said, drawing the word out. "How about this ..." Before I could continue, one of the bigger goats head-butt me right in the nuts. I slumped over. I could hear the boy running into the goat pen, scattering the goats away from me. He came over to me, helped me up and then out of the pen and into the barn. I sat down on a few bales of hay, catching what breadth I had. "That had to hurt," he said, kind of giggling sarcastically. "Least I have something to hurt," I jibed. "My name's John," the boy said, offering me a hand. "Dakota," I said, shaking his hand. "Dakota?" he quizzed. "Like the state?" "Yeah. Something like that." "First time out here?" John continued. "Yeah." "Come with your girlfriend or your ..." he faded. "My family," I said matter-of-factly. "Hmm," he responded. "I wasn't being nosy or nothing. Just never know about those sorts of things." "What sorts of things?" I asked. "Well. You know. Just things." As John talked, I couldn't help but stare down his overalls. His bare chest was glistening a little in the heat of the day, hidden by the overall's bib front. He didn't seem to be really built. But he was slender. What really caught my attention was his puffy nipples. I was intrigued. One other thing that made me take notice was that as he talked I could see he had braces. He looked really cute. I decided to start flirting. What could it hurt? "How long you have those braces?" I asked, changing the conversation. "My braces?" he asked. "Oh, I don't know. I guess almost four years. Got them when I was ten." "So you're fourteen?" "I am." "Is it hard to kiss a girl with your braces?" "I don't know, ain't never had the chance to find out," he confessed. "How about a boy?" "How about a boy, what?" "Is it hard to kiss a boy with your braces?" I asked. "Well, I don't know!" he gasped. "I ain't never kissed no boy neither." "I wasn't being nosy or nothing. Just never know about those sorts of things," I said, parroting what he had said earlier. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny." "Want to try?" I asked. Timed froze in the heat of the midday sun. John stared at me. I don't know if he thought I was kidding or what. He wasn't smiling, but his mouth was held in a way that his lips were not closed. His braces shimmered as beams of sunlight pierced the barn interior. I could tell he was thinking about it. "I don't know," he began. "I mean, I ain't no ..." "Okay," I said, getting up to leave. "Wait," he stopped me. "But I didn't say 'no' neither. What did you have in mind?" "Whatever you can come up with," I said playfully. John got a big smile on his face. "C'mon." I followed John to the back of the barn. We entered what looked like it used to be an office, but now just housed piles of stuff. We walked past a lot of old-looking equipment. In the back corner was a couch and chair with a table between them. "I come back here to take a nap on break or eat lunch," John informed me. "And do other stuff." "Oh, you mean fap?" "Fap?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Fap ... jerk off, beat your meat, stroke it, play with yourself." "Oh," he realized. "Yep. I do that a lot!" John sat down on the couch. It was old, musty, worn. I sat next to him. His eyes got big, remembering. He jumped up and locked the door. Coming back, he sat down next to me. We looked at each other. He smiled nervously. His hand stroked through his short hair, looking at his shoes. He looked back at me, unsure. I leaned in and kissed him. He drew back, taking in the new experience. After considering, he slowly leaned forward and kissed me. Our arms wrapped around each other, pulling closer. He kept kissing, kind of pecking at my lips. I finally stopped him. Cupping the back of his head I pulled him to me. I pressed my lips hard against his, working my tongue into his mouth. My tongue swept over his braces. The sensation of that was really intense! (I had never kissed anyone with braces before.) I kept running my tongue over his braces. His tongue pushed against mine. He was getting the hang of it. We made out for a few hours (okay, like ten minutes!). He finally broke our kiss, sucking in a deep breadth of air. He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He shook his head slightly, he liked it. I smiled to him. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Can I ..." As I said this, my left hand ran up his leg and squeezed his crotch. Instantly, I could tell he was into what we were doing because he was boned. He looked at me hesitantly. We were definitely going into unknown territory. I reminded him that I didn't live around here, so know one would know. "You really want to suck my dick?" he asked. "I do," I confided. "Damn!" John stood up. Stopped. Looked at me. He unsnapped the shoulder straps. Flipping them over his shoulders, the overalls slid to his knees. He was only wearing a pair of green boxer shorts underneath. They were nicely tented. He kicked off his shoes, and stepped out of the overalls. He threw them on the back of the couch. "You too." "What?" I asked. "You want me to get naked?" "Yeah. You get to see me. Maybe I want to see you." I shrugged my shoulders, kicking off my shoes. I stood up and undid my shorts. I slipped off my shorts and boxers at one time. I stood up. My hard dick stood rigid from my body. My t-shirt lay softly at the base of my dick, slightly covering my bush. "How old are you?" John asked. "Fourteen," I said. "How big is yours?" "About 5" or so." John pushed his boxers down as I lifted my t-shirt over my head. We were know standing naked in front of each other. John's dick was shorter than mine. It looked like it was about 4.5". He had a little bush of dark brown pubes. His ballsac hung several inches between his legs. He had no hair anywhere else. "Well," he said, hands on his hips. "It's all yours." I bent down and got on my knees. I raised my hand and wrapped it around his member. It was warm, spongy. I licked the mushroom head, running my tongue on the piss slit. I licked his balls gently. My nose in his bush allowed me to take in his boyfunk smell. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. I stood up and ran my tongue over one of his puffy nipples. At the same time, my hand fondled his balls. My hands then moved around to his small, firm ass. I moved up and kissed him hard on the lips, our hard dicks straining against one another. John followed what I was doing, so I felt his hands reach to my ass, gently squeezing my cheeks. "This is so hot," he whispered, as I went back down to his nipples. I moved to his dick, licking from the head down his shaft to his balls. As I moved under his balls, John spread his legs, allowing me to have my way with his inexperienced body. I licked back toward his boyhole. I positioned myself at his ass and tongued his virgin hole. It was musty, hot, tight as hell. I moved back to his dick which was, by now, begging for my attention. I licked his head a few more times and then took the entire length into my mouth. His pubes tickled my nose. His shaft pressed against my tongue and roof of my mouth. I backed away. Licking the head again. I then swallowed his dick again. Forward ... back. Back ... Forward. John's eyes were wide, looking down, watching his boymeat appear and then disappear into my mouth. He had his hands on my head. My hands were on his ass. My own dick was staining with excitement, a bead of cum dripping down my angled erection. John began bucking his hips against my mouth. His pelvis rocked forward and back, meeting my own rhythm. He slammed his dick forward, and was now fucking my mouth. He held tightly to my head, pushing his dick as far into my mouth as he could. I could hear his breathing quicken, his knees wobbled a bit in response to the electric sensations coursing through his young body. With one final thrust, his pushed his dick into my mouth. I felt it jerk and then tasted his nut. His dick unloaded four nice wads. I swallowed all willingly, happily, lustfully. This was the first boy I had sucked that didn't make a lot of noise when he nutted. John slid his still hard dick from my mouth. A few dribbles of his sperm trickled from the corner of my mouth. My tongue stuck out and lapped it up. He smiled at me. "You ever try your own nut?" I asked. "If you mean my own cum, yeah." "Wanna try mine?" I asked. "I guess, it's only fair." John knelt in front of me, taking my dick in his hand. He looked up at me and made me promise to tell him when I was about to cum. I promised. He licked on the head of my dick. It was awesome. Maybe the mouth moves differently when you have braces, but the way his lips wrapped around my dick was unique, different, fucking awesome! John allowed some of my dick to penetrate his mouth. His lips wrapped around my shaft. He began to bob his head forward and back. He paused a few times to regain composure. Damn gag reflex! But, he pressed on. Slurping, sucking, licking. For his first dick, he was doing really well! His mouth movement had a gentleness to it that I never experienced again. I was really getting into this. John was grasping my ass firmly. His head moved froward and back again. I caressed his hair, bucking my hips forward and back. My breathing deepened. My toes curled a little on the hard cement floor. My forward jerks intensified. "John ... I'm ... shit, man ... I'm about ..." I gasped for air. John pulled off my dick and watched as I fapped forcefully. I held my cupped hand in front of my dick, as several strings of warm, white nut flew. Quickly, a white puddle of nut was in my hand. I thought about letting him eat it, but then, seeing his still-hard dick, had another idea. "Listen," I said, as the last bit of cum dribbled out. "You want to go some more?" "What else can we ...?" then John realized. "Have you been ...?" "A couple times yeah." "Damn! You'd let me fuck you?" "Are you interested?" looking at his hard member. "Well, duh, I can see you're interested!" I moved to John and coated his dick with my nut. I then licked the rest off my hand, turning around, leaning over the back of the chair. I spread my legs, offering my ass to this young country boy. He did not hesitate. John moved toward my boycunt, pressing his knob against my hole. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks for him. He pushed forward a bit. The head popped into my warm, hairless hole. John moaned lowly. Taking my hips, he worked his dick deeper into my ass. In no time, I felt his small bush of pubes press against my ass. "I'm in," he whispered. "Fuck me," I moaned, loving the feeling of his dick filling in my ass. He pulled his dick back a little and then pushed it forward, hard. I sucked in a little. He continued, focusing his attention on the lust that was overtaking him. He moved his hands so that he was embracing me from behind. I stood up to allow him to have me fully. His hips rocked back and forth, moving his dick ever so slightly in my ass. He struggled, but was soon able to find a rhythm. Once found, he pivoted forward and back, fucking my ass well! Because our bodies were pressed together, I could feel his heart beating wildly in his young, hairless chest. His breadth was hot against the back of my neck. His embrace was firm, locking our bodies together. He kept a really nice tempo for the longest time. I was raising my ass with each forward thrust, allowing as much of his love to penetrate my being. His hips bucked faster, harder. Faster. Faster. Faster. He slammed his dick into me. My boypussy swallowed it all, embracing it firmly. Deep inside, his dick spasmed several times, flooding my ass with his lust. He held still, his dick sensitive. I felt it jerk a few more times. I could feel his nut begin to drool from my hole. He slid his dick out, clumsily sitting down on the couch. I found some scraps of rags and wiped my hole clean. I sat next to him. He put his hand on my knee, leaning over to kiss me, our tongues refusing to say goodbye. As our bodies calmed, we got dressed. He led me back out into the petting area. A few people had straggled in. He patted me on the shoulder. "That was great," he said. "Thank you seems so lame." "It was fun. Something we'll always have. A smile you'll never be able to explain." "Yeah. This will be hard to forget. I'll keep reliving it," John said, "every time I jerk off." We bumped hands. I turned to leave, he turned to go help his guests. I could see in the distance the tractor was pulling back in front of the market. I looked at my watch. Perfect timing. My mom looked happy as she stepped down from the wagon holding a basket of apples. Rio and Shelby jumped down and ran inside. Mom came over to me and handed me an apple. Taking a bite, I looked back to the petting area. I smiled. (TO BE CONTINUED)