Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2014 22:59:14 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 23

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!

For my wonderful fans, for being so patient with me while I work on my
other project.  Enjoy this special advanced copy of Chapter 23.

City boy Farm boy

*** I don't remember drinking my beer.  I only remember waking up in Pa's
big strong arms as he carried me into the bed room and lay me on the bed
next to Bear.  He stroked his calloused hand on my cheek as he kissed my
forehead.

"Love ya kiddo, sleep tight."

Chapter 23

The rest of the summer seemed to fly by.  Life on the farm was busier than
normal.  It seemed that as soon as I mastered a task a new one was being
given to me.  I didn't care though.  My body had trimmed up.  My abs and
chest were more defined and I liked how people were looking at me now as I
tended to go shirtless more and more.

One of my new tasks was caring for the horses.  Lancelot, the new stallion,
Storm, and this frisky mare named Pocahontas, Pa had bought on our
vacation.  When we got back, Lancelot was ecstatic to see me for sure.  I
ran out to the pasture and he galloped up to meet me.  He nickered as he
nuzzled me with his head.  I assured him that I had missed him as well.

Pa and Bear lead the two new horses to the pasture and turned them loose.
Lancelot was not happy to see them, which is for dang sure.  He immediately
strode up to them and let them know just who's farm this was.  Storm and
Pocha, as I had come to call her, made their way over to me, but Lancelot
was not having that either.  He positioned himself in front of me, between
me and them.  He reared up on his hind legs and whinnied very loud, his
front legs kicking out in a curling motion, his tail whipping back and
forth across my face.  Bear and Pa stayed back, Pa giving me hand signs,
telling me to stay still.  Lancelot eventually calmed down, but made sure
to keep between me and the new horses.



After about a week Lancelot had relaxed.  I made sure to spend time with
him which you know he loved.  He was the King and he made sure everyone
knew it.  Bear and I spent the afternoons riding and exercising them.  I
rode Lancelot and took Storm on a lead.  Bear rode his horse and took Pocha
with him as he rode a mare, we could keep her separated from the stallions
when she was in season.  It was on one of these rides that my future was to
change.



We had ridden down into town and had decided to stop at the general store
for a Coke.  I have to tell you this place looked just like someone picked
it up out of the old west and plopped it down on Main Street.  Weathered
siding, grey from the rain and snow, a large faded sign up top proclaimed
'Myer's General Store'.  There was a covered porch with a wooden deck where
the old men of the town sat talking and playing checkers.  There was even
hitching posts out front which was where we tied our horses.

"Af-noon boys," one of the old gents drawled out as we tied up.  Mister
Paul, as he was known around town, was a colorful character, and we had
spent many afternoons listening to him talk about the old days and his time
spent in France during World War One.  We actually felt honored as he
didn't much like any kids but us.  "Right nice day, Eh?"  I poked at the
brim of my ball cap;

"A-yup, tad bit warm though," and I stepped up onto the porch.  Mister Paul
laughed and slapped his knee.

"Ha," he exclaimed, "I memba back when this here city slicker first rode
his butt in-ta town."  He laughed shaking his head side to side.  "A-yup,
downright snooty son of a biatch."  He leaned back in his rickety wooden
chair and looked me up and down.  "Now looky at him.  Fittin right in like
the city ain't existing no more.  C'mon boys pull up a chair and visit with
me.  Hey Lou," he shouted out, "bring us a couple cokes for my boys, will
ya?"

We sat on a bench across from him and Lou, the owner of the store handed us
each a cold coke.  I moved to dig out some money, but Mr. Paul waved his
hand and threw a dollar at Lou.

"S-on me fella's."



We sat and listened to him go on and on about all the pussy he'd fucked in
France, admonishing anyone who told him to mind his talk, by saying we was
young and needed to hear about it.  Bear and I just laughed and let him go
on about it.  The funny thing is, every time he told the story, the number
of women he fucked increased and I swear his cock must have been ten feet
long, to hear him describe it.

I won't lie, many times I would get horny and sprout a boner listening to
him.  I think he got a kick outta seeing our bulges grow.  I also like how
he looked at us especially when we didn't have shirts on, as we were this
day.  We were about to leave when Mister Paul asked if we were looking to
make some extra cash.

"I gots me some posts a-leaning and I jist can't do the work no more."
After looking at each other, Bear and I agreed to lend him a hand.
"Alright, good.  I'll drive to the city and pick up what you'll need.  How
about tomorra afa-noon?  Y'all just ride them horses on ova my spread."  We
agreed and thanked him for the cokes.

As we were getting ready to mount up a small car pulled up and a very
athletic man climbed out.  He was wearing a golf shirt with the school's
mascot and the words Athletic Department embroidered on the left chest.

"Hey Coach Todd," Bear called out.  The man turned and smiled at him, as he
walked around the horses.

"Hello Barrett," He called back, "I was just coming to look for you guys.
You're Cody, right?"  I nodded I was and shook his hand.  "I was stopping
to get directions to your house.  I need to speak to both your parents."
We gave him directions to both houses and told him we'd meet him there.



We rode up the street to where my sister lived and found a note on the door
saying she'd meet us at Bear's.  We were soon tying up at the barn and
found Ma, Pa and my sister on the porch with the coach.  Seems the school
was in need of my unique services and the coach was here to see if I was
interested.

"As you know," Coach Todd began; "our school is the Trojans.  Our mascot is
a horse mounted Trojan warrior."  I nodded that I understood.  "Well word
has got around about your horsemanship and I was sent to ask if you would
like to become the living mascot?"  I looked at him for a second.

"What do you mean, living mascot?"

"Well during outdoor games like football and field hockey, you would be at
all the home games and when we score you would gallop around on your horse.
We would still need to work out the logistics of it but thought it would
really raise team spirit."

"MAN," Bear exclaimed, "that would be so awesome!"

"You too Barrett, there will be a part for you as well."  We spent about an
hour discussing it and I was so happy when Pa and my sister agreed.  It was
set that tomorrow morning the governing body of the school would come meet
and see a small demonstration at the school.  The coach shook our hands and
left.  Bear and I headed to the barn to tend to the horses while my sister
stayed with Ma and Pa.



We bedded Storm, Pocha and Bears horse and then turned our attention to
Lancelot.  Once he was groomed, he paid little attention to us as he
munched happily on the oats in his feed bag.  I turned to see Bear
spreading hay on the floor.  I grabbed him and shoved him to the wall with
a thud.  Bear gave me a sly smile, knowing what was on my mind.

"Them stories got you all horned up huh?  Got yerself a problem down
he'ya?"  His voice was low and sexual as he roughly grabbed my crotch,
giving my hard on a good hard squeeze.  He grabbed my neck from behind with
his free hand and pulled me in for a long hard kiss.  His hand moved from
my crotch to my ass, squeezing it hard.  "Boy I just wanna bend you ova
that hay and fuck the shit out of you right now."  His breath was sweet and
hot in my mouth as we continued to kiss.

Bear shoved me back, knocking me to the pile of hay mounded in the corner
of the stall.  I crawled back as he stepped to me and dropped to his knees
in between my legs.  He grunted as his fingers tore at my buckle and then
my jeans.  He gave a firm yank and pulled them down about mid thigh.

My cock, hot and sweaty, sprang out, slapping against my hard abs with a
smack.  Bear mashed his face to my balls, the sound of him breathing in
making me moan.

"God Codster, you smell fucking hot boy!"  He quickly gobbled up my balls
in his mouth and began sucking them in earnest.  I grabbed his hair and
pulled him closer.

"Yeah baby, suck my sweaty nuts.  Git um nice and clean."  I lifted my hips
to give him more access, his tongue now finding my taint, tickling me.  His
tongue moved now to lick each side of my balls, his moans driving me crazy
with lust.  I fought through my desire to remain as we were.  I shoved him
off and onto his back, repeating to him how he had opened my jeans.



I inhaled deeply his musky scent.  Hot sweat and piss mixed to make an
exciting aphrodisiac.  I savored the scent that was uniquely his before
sucking his cock into my mouth.  OH god did he taste good!  I slid my mouth
completely over his cock until my nose was pressed to his pubes.

Bear struggled to get my jeans around my ankles, his fingers quickly
spreading my cheeks and finding my hole.  I stopped for only a minute to
get my boots and jeans off.  Bear mimicking my actions, soon both naked.
As I continued to suck on his fat cock, he pulled me around and began to
tongue my ass, his cock throbbing as he fucked his tongue into my hole.

I had almost forgotten how good dirty sex was.  So often we'd either be at
the quarry or in the shower, when we did it.  I missed this side of our
relationship.  From how he was attacking my ass, I was sure he did too.



I had gotten so lost in the moment, that I was shocked to feel something
slick rubbing on my back.  I opened my eyes to see that Lancelot had moved
and now stood over us.  His huge cock hanging out, spreading his slime on
my back.  I rolled of Bear and lay beside him, both of us looking up at the
massive penis waving over us.  With a soft nicker, the head of Lancelot's
penis twitched and a gusher of his piss blasted out on us.  He kept moving,
making his cock swing, as if he wanted us to be completely covered.  As
soon as he stopped, I grabbed his cock behind the head and lifted up so I
could suck it.

Bear sat up and I begrudgingly shared my stallions cock with him.  We took
turns sucking as it hardened, the head slowly flaring, making harder to get
it in our mouths.  Lancelot nickered and whinnied almost nonstop while we
sucked.  His hips thrusting his cock deeper into our mouths.  We both used
our hands to stroke his long shaft as we sucked, feeling every inch of his
steely hardness.

Lancelot gave a grunt and shook his head as his cock throbbed violently,
causing it to pull out of my mouths.  Bear pressed his head next to mine as
we held the big cock at our faces.  Hot cum soon blasted out, covering our
faces with his stallion seed.  Seven thick shots followed by three weaker,
more watery blasts, shot out and covered our faces.  I let go of Lancelot's
cock and quickly dropped to sucks Bears boner into my mouth.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna nut!"  Were his final words before his cum filled
my mouth.  I sucked harder, swallowing every drop his cock gave to me.

A warm wet nose to my ass told me that Lancelot was wanting some more.  His
fat, rough tongue curled out of his mouth, the tip finding my hole and
entering me.

That did it.  Without even touching my own cock, I erupted my cum onto the
hay.  Lancelot shoved his big tongue deeper still, making me have a double
orgasm.  I shove my butt back, his snout spreading my cheeks.  His tongue
going in deeper where it flicked about, teasing me.  I collapsed onto Bear
who hugged me tight to him.

Bear locked my legs with his, forcing me to spread.  Lancelot shoved his
nose tight into my crack and slid his tongue in as far as he could.  I
swear he was trying to lick my tonsils.  I moaned as he continued, fucking
his tongue in and out of my ass, his hot breath nearly burning me.  His
head began shoving me forward and soon he withdrew his tongue, nudging my
side with his nose.

As I turned over, Lancelot knew what he wanted and used his snout to
position me so I was still laying on top of Bear but now his hard on was
sticking up beside mine.  Lancelot wrapped his tongue around both our cocks
and lowered his mouth, taking us both inside.  His hot tongue swirled all
around as he lightly chewed on our cocks.

"Oh god boy, you been watching us huh?  Want to get some of our cream in
your mouth?"  I was gasping as his manipulations were driving us crazy.
Bear began humping us in and out of Lancelot's mouth.  If our cocks slipped
out, Lancelot went crazy trying to get them back in his mouth.

"Oh fuck me," Bear groaned, "I'm nuttin!"  His cock began to throb against
mine and I could feel Lancelot working our cocks harder.  The sounds of him
sucking us was loud and wet.  I could feel a mix of Bear's cum and
Lancelot's saliva dripping down over my sac.  This was enough to push me
over the edge and I bucked my hips up and shot my load into Lancelot's
thirsty mouth.

Bear and I lay there as Lancelot used his tongue and lips to clean us.  I
could have laid like that and probably even cum again if it wasn't for Ma
ringing the dinner bell.  We rushed to clean up, taking turns hosing each
other off.  We dressed and ran for the house, buttoning our shirts as we
entered the kitchen.



Morning came, as it always did, with Pa bursting into our room.  He'd yank
the string which turned on the one light and holler at us to get our
raggedy ass moving.  "Y'all got chores to git too," he'd bark in his gruff
voice.  "C'mon, no time to be layin bout pulling your peckers, move it."
He leave, the sound of his heavy boots clomping down the stairs.  Trust me
when I tell you that we all got moving.  We learned that you didn't want
him coming back for a second time.  He'd either toss ice water on us or
literally pull us out of bed.  Remember me and Bear sleep in the top bunk.
It's not fun waking up as you slam onto the floor!



We were dressed and heading to the barn, coffee in hand, in under ten
minutes.  Pa was barking at us about the chores we had to do and that we
had to be finished and have lance loaded up by nine o'clock.  While Pa and
Damien milked the cows, Bear and I set to mucking the stalls and turning
out the horses.  Ma joined us, which was unusual as she spent most mornings
cooking for us.  Today she delivered fresh muffins and more coffee, which
we all gobbled down quickly as she tended to the chickens.

By eight thirty we were done and I was brushing Lancelot to give him a nice
shine.  We loaded him up and all headed over to the school which was nearly
a forty five minute drive.  Pa drove us out to the athletic field where not
only my sister and her new husband had gathered, but my father as well.  It
was good to see him again and as we hugged he commented on how good I was
looking.  He and Bear helped me get Lancelot out and saddled, while Ma and
Pa visited with my sister.  We were about to join them when Damion roughly
pulled me aside.

"Listen shithead, you gots to be on the money today, got me?  You not only
represent the farm but you represent the family."  I nodded and he patted
my face with a smile.  "Now go show um what yous made of."  He smacked my
ass hard as we walked to join the others, who now stood with a group of
older adults.

Coach Todd explained that for this demonstration we would be pretending we
were at a football game.  That after our team scored, I was to ride the
length of the field at full gallop.  He motioned that the two squads, both
JV and Varsity were here practicing and wondered if he should pull them
from the field until the horse was more comfortable.

I assured him we'd be fine and asked him where he wanted me to make my run
from.  He showed me that the run would be about five yards from the side
line and I was to go straight across the field.  He explained again that
this was something new and they were just trying it out to see if it would
work.



I mounted Lancelot and took him on a quick trot to loosen him up.  When he
was ready, we took up position just outside the end zone and waited for the
signal to go.  The coaches ran one more play, ending it with whistles.
Lancelot was excited but remained calm though it.  Coach Todd gave the
signal and with a quick kick Lancelot leapt forward and we galloped across
the field.

At about the thirty yard line the players all erupted in cheers, realizing
what was happening.  Pride surged through me and Lancelot as we quickly
finished our run.  I trotted him back to our group where the school's
personnel were excitedly discussing what they had seen.  I was asked if I
could do it again but this time carrying a flag.  I assured them we could
and quickly reached over to grab the flag pole.

I braced the pole with my boot in the stirrup and again, raced across the
field, banner fluttering behind us.  It was exhilarating to hear the cheers
as we finished.  I leaned down and rub my stallion's neck, telling what an
awesome boy he was.  He gave a slight hop with his front legs and I knew
what he was thinking.

"HA," I commanded and spun my stead around for a return run.  At the forty
five yard line, I reigned him in and came to a stop at the fifty.  "UP," I
whispered, and Lancelot reared up on his hind legs, giving a strong whinny.
I waved the flag side to side, more so to keep my balance than for show.
Lancelot hopped in a tight circle on his back legs, and then with a small
kick from me, brought Lancelot down and we galloped off the field.

In the end zone, we were soon mobbed by all the players.  Bear was right
there to help me with Lance as all these kids, I didn't know, swarmed
around shouting how awesome that was.  Lancelot remained very calm and
actually seemed to welcome the attention.  His only aggression was from
seeing the other kids slapping my back, he was not sure if he liked that or
not.



It was quickly decided that we would now be the athletic department's
mascot and was told to head inside and see the equipment manager for my
costume.  Bear was told to go with me as he would be the handler and needed
to be outfitted as well.  We chatted like a couple of old women as we
headed into the locker room.  My mind was trying to figure out what these
costumes would be and I imagined me riding Lance dressed as a football
player.  Boy was I in for a surprise!



Once inside the locker room, we found the equipment area and were surprised
to see Benji there sorting jerseys and jockstraps.

"Hey guys," he called out to us as he shook our hands.  "Our mighty Trojan
warriors have arrived."

He told us to strip to our underwear so he could measure us.  He produced a
long tape measure like the one Ma used to measure us for clothes.  His
hands nimbly moved about our bodies as he quickly measured us from head to
toe.  He chatted with us as he worked, telling us that when it was decided
to 'bring the mascot to life', he could only think of us and how well I had
done in the competition.  He finally pulled out a big trunk.  He opened it
and I suddenly realized what I would be dressed as.  Yep, you guessed it,
an authentic Trojan warrior, complete with shield and sword.  Oh, and very
little else.

Benji busied himself laying out the costumes, what little there was of
them, making small adjustments from the measurements he'd taken.  He told
us to strip off our undies and handed each of us a small cloth which
reminded me something of a rather small speedo.  Once these were on, he
wrapped what seemed to be a skirt, made up of strips of leather, studded
with shiny silver decorations, around our waists.  We were both outfitted
with capes and some weird kind of sandal that was held on our feet with
leather straps that wrapped up, around our lower legs.

Bear was fitted with a metal helmet, and swords were attached to our
waists.  Shields in hand, Benji then lead us back out to the waiting group.
I admit to feeling a bit stupid, but when they all began to clap and cheer,
these feelings were replaced with ones of pride.

One of the older gentlemen stepped forward and shook my hand.  His name was
Mr. Dunlop and was the president of the school board.  He congratulated me
on my performance and then asked if I wanted to accept the honor of being
the symbol of 'Trojan Pride'.  I told him I did and hoped I would represent
the school honorably.

By this time the footballs squads had nosily gathered around.  Mr. Dunlop
motioned and Coach Todd stepped up holding a large wooden box emblazoned
with the schools Trojan helmet logo.  Mr. Dunlop opened the box which
contained a helmet similar to the one Bear was wearing, except this one was
more ornate and had a large red, brush like plume standing out on top,
stretching from front to the back.  Mr. Dunlop set the helmet on my head
and every one began to clap and cheer.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Mr. Dunlop said turning to stand between Bear and
I, "I am proud to introduce you to Diomedes and his companion, Ajax!  Proud
defenders of Trojan Pride!"  Again there was an eruption of cheers and the
squads surrounded me and Bear, pushing the adults back as they swarmed
around us.



The rest of the morning went by quickly.  There was so much to do and get
ready.  Pa and Damion took care of Lancelot while Ma, my sister, my dad,
Bear and I were taken in to sign release forms.  As Bear and I headed back
to the locker room, I could see the pride he felt in himself.  I could see
the uneasiness of suddenly being thrust into popularity, slipping away.  I
had to control myself as we entered the locker room as naked guys again
swarmed us cheering; "TROJANS, TROJANS, TROJANS!"  We joined in with them
until Mr. Todd shouted for everyone to shut up and get showered.

"That means you guys too," he said pointing at me and Bear.  We were met
with loud cat calls and wolf whistles as Benji came up to collect our
costumes.

"Next time, come to the equipment room and strip there," he told us.  "This
steam ruins the leather."

We stripped and showered with the guys.  Conversation was light and mostly
about new plays and yeah the new mascots.



I said good bye to my dad, who had to go back home.  He promised to make it
to the first game so see the stars.  I gave him a hug, and told him I loved
and missed him.  Bear and I waved as he drove off then climbed into the
truck for the ride home.



We'd almost forgotten our promise to help Mr. Paul that afternoon, but we
did make it to his ranch a few miles from Bear's farm.  He met us warmly
and we rode up.  There was no time for small talk and he soon had us
standing beside him, on his tractor, as he drove us out to the fences that
needed mending.



It was a very hot day and soon both Bear and I were shirtless, sweat
glistening on our skin.  Mr. Paul sat back on the trailer watching us work,
guiding us in what he wanted done.  The posts were soon set and the barbed
wire strung and attached.  We stood back and admired our work, Mr. Paul
coming to stand between us, his arms draping over our shoulders.

"Mighty fine work boys.  Yer Pa should be proud to have such strong backs
around.  Now, let's head to the crick down yonder and cool down.  What'd ya
say?"  We agreed and followed him a short distance to where a creek ran
through his property.

"Aint got no use being modest boys, strip off them britches now, c'mon, get
to it."  Mr. Paul kicked off his boots and stripped naked rather fast.  For
an older gent like he was, he still had a nice body.  Nothing old and
flabby about it.  Lean muscle, most likely from years of hard work,
populated his arms, chest and legs.  The shock was when he turned to face
us, his cock hung half way to his knees.  I couldn't help but stare, hell
he was even bigger than PA!

"C'mon now git to stripping," his voice commanded.  He smiled a big smile
and shook his hips, making his cock swing back and forth.  "Whatcha looking
at." He laughed.  "Aint cha never seen a real man before?  Whatcha looking
at is fourteen inches of USDA Prime cock boys."  He gripped his cock about
half way down, lifting it up, the end hanging down.  "I knows whatcha
thinkin, and yous wrong.  Give er a couple a pulls and he's hard as steel."
He let go of his cock and laughed.  "C'mon boys drop um, dontcha worry
none.  Most boys get um a woody seeing my friend here."  We did as we were
told and soon stood as naked as he was, our cocks sticking straight out
from our bodies.

"See now, ain't nothing wrong with them peckers."  He stepped closer to us,
taking a good look.  He reached out and grabbed our cocks from underneath,
giving them a good squeeze, pulling on them just a bit.  "Hell, gots yous
some mighty fine pokers there boys, yes sir, mighty fine."  He gave us each
one last squeeze before letting them go.  He took a step back smiling.

"Hell boys, aint nothing ya aint seen hanging under one of y'alls
stallions.  Don't be givin me no shit about not getting like that seeing um
fucking a mare."  He gave a nod to our still hard cocks.  "Looks just like
that."  He again grabbed his mighty cock, which had stiffened some, and
holding it out straight, made it look like he was working it into someone.
"Ain't nothing finer than sliding into something nice and tight, ya'know?"
He held his free hand out as if he was holding another person.  His thumb
pointing down wiggling back and forth.  He smiled and closed his eyes a
bit.

"Ya jist come on up behind um, ya know gots um bent ova all hot and ready."
He licked his lips seductively, his thumb continuing to move about.  "Then
ya take it and rub the head on that tight pucker like this," he moved the
head of his cock in a small circle.  Smer ya'll slime on it.  Mmm, yeah
y'all know that feeling.  Ease er in jist a bit, gotta wait, let him get
used to it ya know."  Wait, my mouth dropped open, did he just say 'him'?
My look of shock was not missed.  Mr. Paul smirked and gave us a wink.

"Ayup, y'all heard me.  Nothing like sliding into a tight youngen like
y'alls hole.  Mmm, Mmm.  Nothing like it I's tell ya."  He opened his eyes
and looked at us with a smile, his hand pulling on his cock.  "Ain't no
shame in it boys."  He stepped back up to us.  He rested his rough
calloused hands on our shoulders.  "Boys, y'all thinks I didn't know?  I
pegged you two the first time I seens ya.  Oh y'all play a good game and
all, but I seen the ways y'all look at each other.  Ain't no shame in it,
ya hear?"  He cupped Bear's chin and turned his face to look at him.  "Ya
loves him dontcha?"  Bear nodded with a big smile.  He then pulled my face
to also look at him.  "And you?  Ya loves him too?"  I also nodded.  "Then
whatcha frettin about?  Fcuk um if they don't like it."  He mussed our
sweaty hair, giving our heads a small shove.  "Thing is theys jealous of
ya.  Fuck I's jealous of ya."  He reached down and grabbed our cocks
stroking them slowly.  "What I wouldn't give to be a young buck like y'all
again."

It seemed like hours passed standing there, him pulling on our cocks, but
in reality it was only seconds.  He kept looking back and forth at us.
Bear kept staring at him but I looked down and could see long drools of pre
leaking out of our cocks.

"Boys I'm sorry if I did or said something to make y'all upset."  He
released our cocks, being sure to catch the drool of pre from each.  I
heard Bear sigh as Mr. Paul's fingers wiped across the head of his cock.  I
saw his knees wobble slightly as his hand grabbed my shoulder for support.
I myself had to force my mind to think of other things so I would not blast
a load so quickly.  I can't explain it.  I mean why was this guy making us
so horny?  I am guessing it was just the way he was talking to us.  Letting
us know in a roundabout way that he wanted to mess around.  His seeming
concern about making us mad.  His blunt openness about it.  Then again
there was that monster cock of his, which, by now, had hardened up, but
still pointed down at an angle.

"Oh fuck Sir," Bear moaned as he pressed his face to my shoulder.  "Gonna
make me spooge if'n you do that again."  Mr. Paul and I both looked at
Bears cock throbbing up and down, pre continuing to leak from the slit.

"Oh yeah," Mr. Paul whispered seductively.  "I want you to blow that hot
boy juice.  Dontcha hold back now.  Yous jist let it happen if'n ya want."
Bear moaned looking up at me.  I nodded at him, letting him know I was cool
with it.

"Yous just pump a hot load all over Gramps here, ya young buck.  I's had me
a couple youngens like y'all before but never two of um at once."  I
watched as he stroked the entire length of Bear's cock, Bear biting my
shoulder as he fought the urge to cum.  "Mmm, just lookie at that will ya?"
Mr. Paul licked his lips as large amounts of pre came out of Bears angry
looking cock.  Mr. Paul knelt in front of Bear, holding his mouth open
under the head.  He stroked his cock again, letting all of the juice fall
into his mouth.

"Mmm, ain't nothing sweeter than horny young boy juice."  Bear began to
tense and I watched as Mr. Paul began stroking Bear's cock faster.  Bear
lost all control, shooting his load all over Mr. Paul's face and chest.  I
almost came watching this old guy taking my lover's cock into his mouth,
sucking on the head getting every drop.



When he'd finished milking him, Mr. Paul stood up and without a word, bent
me over.  I tried to get his beautiful cock into my mouth, but Mr. Paul had
other ideas.  I was turned so he could see my ass.  I felt his thumb
rubbing my hole.  Much like he had pantomimed moments before.  I heard him
spit and felt the hotness of it as he rubbed it on my hole, lubing me up.

"K boy, jist you relax and let Gramps work ya open."

"Shit," Bear moaned as he stepped in front of me, feeding me his cock.
"This here boy can take it, dontcha worry bout that.  Should see him taking
our Pa's coc..."  Bear fell silent, realizing what he had just said.

"Well now," Mr. Paul chuckled.  "Does ya now.  Yer Pa's been dickin ya,
huh?"



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