Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 20:46:31 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: city boy farm boy chapter 26

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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 Chapter 26

*** "Hell no, bet they'd like that long snake up in um deep."  I felt
Mr. Paul's hot tongue as it was shoved into my ass.  "Go on Paul, get to
sucking them boy pussys.  Make um beg ya ta fuck um hard."

* *

I could feel Pa's rough hand on my ass.  His thick fingers spreading my
cheeks.  Mr. Paul's tongue bathed my hole with silky wetness, as he played
it back and forth over my pucker.  His other hand moved my head up and down
on his fat daddy cock, my lips slurping and smacking as I sucked him for
all I was worth.

Bear moved lower and began to suckle his Pa's balls, his face becoming wet
from my spit drooling off Pa's shaft, as I continued to suck him.  I saw
Mr. Paul's hand grab Bear's hair and roughly pull him back.

"C'mere boy, time to help yer gramps put his staff up in yer lover's
pussy."  Bear moved back, his lips making a huge sucking sound as they left
Pa's balls.  Mr. Paul continuing to coach Bear;

"That's right kid, wrap yer hand round it.  Yeah, mmm, just like that.  Now
ya puts it at his pussy and hold 'er still so I can push."  I heard
Mr. Paul moan; "easy son, not so tight.  You's grippen me so hard back-a my
head, you's gonna make me bust.  Ahh, yes better."  I could feel Bear
rubbing Mr. Paul's fat head on my boy twat.  Even though I wanted to push
back, Pa's beefy hands held my head tight.  His thick fingers snaked
through my long hair, as he continued to pull my mouth onto his daddy cock.

I heard Bear spit, hitting just above my hole. He continued to use the
rubber head of Mr. Paul's cock to smear it around, lubing me for the
inevitable insertion.  With surprisingly little pain, the head was in,
squished by my hole to fit perfectly.  More spit along the fat shaft, made
it slip in with ease.



SMACK, Mr. Paul's hand slapped my right cheek.  My entire backside tensed
and tightened.  SMACK on the other side, my hole squeezing his cock as he
continued to force it in me.  Bear now moved and stood over my head, my
eyes seeing his balls hanging and his cock jutting forward.  I watched as
Pa leaned forward and began sucking his son's cock, Bear's legs now
trapping my head between them.

Mr. Paul had begun with long, slow, full strokes of his cock.  He would
pull back so just his fat mushroom head was still in me, then thrust
forward, burying it completely.  His hands would slap my ass hard, every so
often, making my ass tighten up on his cock.

"Yeah Papa, suck me please," Bear begged as he fucked his young cock into
his father's mouth.  I could barely see as Pa sucked my lover's cock, his
hands each holding on to Barrett's balls.  Pulling and rolling them around.
Bear's legs were clamped to my head and only his thrusting motion was
letting me suck Pa's pecker.



I was shocked and slightly disappointed when Mr. Paul screamed he was going
to nut deep in me.  His thrusts were crazed.  Full strength, long thrusts
that made his low hanging balls flip up and smack into mine every time.
Shocks of a painful pleasure shooting through me with each ball smacking.
He drove in deep one last time, and emptied his sack within me.



I felt every inch of his cock as he pulled it from me.  I imagined how it
looked coming out, still semi hard, popping out with a seductive sucking
sound, and remnants of his load leaking out.

"Alright Lou, got him all warmed up for ya."  I heard Mr. Paul say, moving
to sit in a chair nearby to regain himself.  Bear moved off of me to stand
next to Pa, who after choking me one last time, eased me off of his cock.

I was lifted up and turned so my back was to Pa.  He worked me back so my
legs straddled his.  I felt him wipe his fingers over my hole.

"Gimme some cream son," his voice sweet and loving.  "Come on gimme a lil
bit."  I flexed my ass and did as he asked, Mr. Paul's jizz gurgling out of
me.  I looked back to see him using this juice to lube his pole.  He again
asked for some more so I quickly gave it to him, assuming it was for his
cock.

Pa took my hips and sat me onto his cock.  If he hadn't held me, my now
loose hole would have sucked me down on him in seconds.  He slowly lowered
me until he was completely inside me.  He pushed me forward as he slouched
down a bit more in his chair.

"C'mere baby," he spoke to Bear.  "Step on over me."  Pa worked his magic
and held me in place with one hand, while helping Bear get behind me.

"Go on son, slide your pecker along the top o' mine."  I felt Bear doing as
his dad told him.  I groaned loudly as Bear's fat cock stretched me open,
sliding in me alongside his dad's cock.  "Fuck boy, feels real good havin
yer boy pecker riding tight to mine."  I felt Bear's lean body pressing to
my back, his hands sliding down my arms, wrapping around my chest.  His
breath was hot on my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin.

It was his cock that was fucking me.  Pa's massive dick remained motionless
except for the wonderful throbbing it was doing.  His cock was pressing up
under that special spot deep inside me.  Bear's cock sliding on top, pushed
right against it like a bull's eye.

I opened my eyes to see Mr. Paul stroking his meat as he sat watching us
fuck.  Bear pulled my head back and we kissed sideways.  Our tongues
licking each other's faces as we shared our passion orally.



My head was ripped from our kiss by Mr. Paul who quickly shoved his fat
cock into my mouth.  His hands clamped onto my head and held it still as he
fucked his cock in and out of my mouth.  He roared loudly as his cock
erupted in my mouth, gagging me with his volume of cum.  He pulled his cock
out and beat it against my face, wet smacking sounds almost as loud as the
grunts from my lover and Pa.



Mr. Paul knelt and began sucking my dripping cock, the warmth and wetness
pushing me over the edge.  My cum blasted out of me and he greedily sucked
it all down.  He moaned the entire time he drank, slurping and sucking
while his rough hands pulled on my tight balls.  He kept sucking long after
I had cum.  Letting the thrusting from Bear drive my cock back and forth in
his mouth.



Pa came first.  He was moaning how good it felt to be fucking his sons and
how we were fast becoming men.  Bear was pressed to me, his hips wildly
driving his cock in my ass.  His lips were to my ear, his labored breath
mixed with his soft voice;

"Oh Cody I fucking love you so much." His words hot to my skin.  "I wish I
had the nuts to have talked to you when I first saw you."  His teeth bit my
ear, his voice now an animal grunting.  I can't explain how I knew, but I
just did.  I knew Pa was fingering my baby's tight hole, working him up to
cum.

Oh fuck did he cum!  I mean his hot seed was so much it had to blast out
around his cock.  His body shook, and his arms held me tight.  His hips
slowed from the long thrusts to short jabs, working just the head of his
cock back and forth.  I, myself shook as I gave Mr. Paul the last drops of
another orgasm, my balls aching from emptiness.

Pa wrapped his arm around me, while Mr. Paul stood and supported me from
the front.  Pa first eased Bear's cock out of me, followed by an extra slow
withdrawal of his cock.  I was fading in and out of consciousness and could
barely he Pa as he whispered to Bear.

The next thing I knew was being carried in my sweet Bear's arms and being
set on a bed.  I felt his lips kiss mine as his body lay to my side.  Sleep
came as a deep black void which quickly wrapped me in its comforting
embrace.



I'm not sure when we went to the bedroom or how long I slept.  I woke alone
in the darkness.  The bed was still warm from where Bear had slept.  I
heard the screen door out front bang shut.  I hopped out of bed and grabbed
my jeans, pulling them on as I stumbled through the house.

Reaching the door, I could see the dawn's first light brightening the sky.
A thin mist hovered over the ground, swirling in the soft morning breeze.
My eyes focused on Bear's form as he walked towards the barn.  Although
still dark I could see the tanned skin of his back flexing.  I saw his firm
butt working against the fabric of his faded blue jeans as he moved further
from me.  I stepped onto the porch, fastening the lower buttons on my fly
but leaving the top open.

I watched him as he slowly walked to the barn, his gait almost like he was
sleep walking.  It was then that I saw something move out of the corner of
my eye.  A slight shimmer, almost like a spark.  I let my eyes focus on the
area, and that is when I saw him.

His bronzed skin, dark. Almost hiding him in the early morning light.  Long
black hair, cascaded over his shoulders.  Something attached to the side of
his head, moving, but I could not make it out.  His bare chest, strong,
chiseled, naked in the morning air.  Something covering his crotch, draping
over it, yet his powerful legs, bare on the sides.  A skin of some kind I
mused.  His feet and calves covered in a similar skin, making up shoes and
leggings.  His face turned from watching Bear to look at me.  A warm
welcoming smile, bright white teeth, glinting.

Who he was I had no idea, but strangely I was drawn to him.  My feet acting
on their own, stepping from the porch, walking me closer.  Sharp pebbles
stabbing my soles, assured me I was fully awake.  He stood motionless as I
drew closer, his eyes never leaving mine.

I could see clearer now.  His shape and appearance that of an Indian of
some type.  His lean body proudly declaring a hard but youthful life.
Three feathers fluttered from where they were tied to his silken hair.
Two, black with white tops, the very tips blood red.  The third, solid
black, seemingly from a different bird.  A slight scar bisected over the
top of each pec, jagged, painful to my eyes.

I reached out my hand to touch him.  I had to be sure of what I was seeing.
His smile broadened as his hands took mine.  His words were strange, my
mind raced to the old cowboy and Indian movies when the Indians would
speak.  I wondered what he was saying, my head cocking to the side
slightly, as if that would help me understand.  Opening my hand, he lay it
on his warm chest.  Slight shocks of electricity or something, jolted into
me at the contact.

"My heart is glad to see you Caddo.  Many moons have passed before this day
was to come."  I saw his eyes were wet yet no tears fell.  His voice was
sweet and loving.  "I would pray to the Great Mother to bring you and Muwin
forth to me."  I opened my mouth to speak, but the fingers of his other
hand, fell softly to my lips.  "Now is not the time for questions Isilly,
but soon."

His touch softened and his image faded.  I was left with an inner peace
like none I had felt before.  I stood frozen, time seeming to stand still.
Who was this being I had seen?

My mind told me it was from the pot I had smoked.  Mr. Paul must have laced
it with something.  Yes that was it for sure.  I laughed inside myself,
such a fool to believe something like that could actually happen.  I spun
and ran right into Bear, who was coming up behind me.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, Oh what the fuck are you doing sneaking up on me like
that?"  The volume of my words causing the nearby birds to waken and fly
off.  Bear jumped back at my fright, his hands reaching out to grab me.

"Shit mother fucker, scare you?  Dang boy you done scared the shit outta
me!  I gots ta check my britches now."  He hugged me to him, my body now
trembling.  Almost as soon as we embraced, he pulled back, his eyes wide.
"Codster, man why are you so cold?"  I didn't feel cold, yet when I touched
my arm it felt like ice.

Bear hustled me inside and back to bed.  He covered us with the blankets
and wrapped his body around mine.

"Can I ask you something?"  I asked him as we lay there in the
semi-darkness.  His lips to my neck telling me I could ask anything I
wanted.  "Are there Indians around here?"  Bear broke out laughing.

"Here?"  He laughed even harder.  "Yeah maybe a real long time ago, but not
now.  Why?"  I shook my head.  I could feel him looking at the back of my
head.

"Just wondering is all."  I pondered my thoughts for a moment.  "You ever
hear the words Caddo and Muwin?"  I rolled over to face him.  Bear thought
for a second and shook his head.

"No, don't think so."  He looked deeply into my eyes.  "What is all this
nonsense?"  I chuckled softly;

"Nothing, just a dream I had.  Let's get some sleep."  I closed my eyes but
my mind was running over the encounter I now was sure I had.



This day was the first in many where Bear and I were separated.  He
remained home on the farm while I was off helping my soon to be
brother-in-law, work on the maple sugar equipment.  We were joined by a
middle aged man named Cooter.  Yeah that was his name alright, Cooter.  He
was a ruddy faced man who spoke only when he needed too.  He seemed a bit
miffed at me being there.  He kept his distance, but seemed to always have
an eye on me.  If I was doing something wrong, he would rush to my side and
without words show me how to do it correctly.

Now my brother-in-law was a history teacher, and although I had not known
him long, I did know that once you get him talking about history you could
not shut him up.  I also knew he was born and raised in this area so after
a long time thinking, I finally spoke up.

"Hey, have you ever hear the word Caddo?"  He continued working without
looking back at me.

"Caddo?  Hmm no, where did you hear it?"

"Umm, well, I'm not sure.  Forget it.  Never mind its nothing."  I quickly
shut up, wishing I had never said anything, turning back to the coil of
tubing I was working to wind up.

"It sounds foreign, maybe almost Indian."  His words were thoughtful and
chosen carefully.  "The Indians that once lived in this area are all gone
now.  You know the history of the Great Plains Indians and how the settlers
almost wiped them out?  Well even before that, the same was done to the
Indians of this area.  Priests who were known as..."

"Black Robes," Cooter suddenly broke in.  My Brother-in-law stood and
solemnly faced us.

"Yes, Black Robes, came and forced the Indians to convert to Christianity.
Even if they converted, they were sold as slaves or massacred."  He
returned to his work, babbling on and on about the history of this area.

Suddenly, Cooter was standing beside me, his black eyes staring down at me.
I tried to ignore him but he only spun me around, his beefy hand taking my
arm and leading me quickly outside.

"Tell me," he growled once we were away from the sugar house.  "Where did
you hear that word?"  His voice was mean and threatening.  His hand
squeezed harder, now shacking me.  "Tell me, who said that word to you
boy."  I was too frightened to speak so merely shook my head.

A sudden breeze passed by us.  The first breeze we had felt on this sultry
summer day.  I watched as Cooter looked from me to scan our surrounding.
Something had un-nerved him and his grip lessened on my shoulder.  He gave
me a shove and pointed back to the sugar house.

It was not long before he had moved his work over to where I was working.
He again, only with body actions, was showing me how to work with the
unruly tubing.  He even smiled when I finally got it and began coiling
fast.  We worked together for the next several hours, still no words passed
between us.  I needed to piss, but my stubbornness prevented me from taking
a break until this large man did also.  Finally, after what seemed like
days, Cooter gave me a nudge and nodded his head to follow him.



We walked outside and he pointed to some bushed towards the back of the
building.

"Bathroom," was all he said to me, giving me yet another nod.  I quickly
headed towards these bushes, Cooter not far behind.  I began to worry he
was going to force himself on me, but was relieved when he stood on the
opposite side, obviously in need of a draining as well.

"Coyote," he suddenly spoke out.  "The word.  It means coyote in my
people's language."  He finished his piss and moved to stand at the side of
the bushes as I also finished and buttoned up.  He put his arm around me as
we slowly walked back.  "The coyote is a sacred spirit to my people.  He is
clever but he is also reckless.  He is constantly getting himself and the
people around him into trouble with his irresponsible and socially
inappropriate behavior."  He stopped walking and seemed to be thinking.

He went and sat on a large rock, motioning me to come and sit with him.
"There is a story, my grandfather use to tell me.  It was about two friends
from different worlds.  A coyote and a Bear."  He again thought, looking to
the forest around us.  "I will try to remember how it goes."  He cleared
his throat and after looking to the forest yet again, brought his eyes to
mine.

It is hard to explain but a sort of bubble formed around us.  An invisible
bubble that separated us from the world.  The only sound was the birds and
his voice.  I could see cars and trucks zooming up and down the main road,
not one hundred feet from us, but they all passed in silence.

"Long ago there was a coyote named Isilly (ee-seel-yih).  He was lost and
wandering for many moons.  He had left the lands of his people, a busy
land, noisy and confusing.  He wandered day after day.  Lost unto himself.
Angry and sad.  His people had turned against him as he was always making
trouble in their minds.  To him though, it was fun.  It was what made life
exciting."  His voice had changed from that of a gruff older man, to that
of an exuberant story teller.

"He wandered until he found another of his people who lived far from his
land.  She took him in and promised him a new life.  He was unsure if he
wanted it but was tired of wandering so he settled with her."  He chuckled
softly; "Now here was the land of the great Muwin.  A young bear who had
yet to realize his place in the world.  He too was lost and wandering, but
he never wandered far.  His people thought of him as different.  They
feared his ways and tried to make him more like them.

Now Muwin caught the scent of Isilly and thought to himself AH a new
friend.  So one day while Isilly was at the brook drinking water, Muwin
approached.  'I am the great Muwin' he proclaimed, standing tall and
showing his body proudly.  Isilly saw this display and cowered in fear.
'Please don't eat me Muwin, I am small and offer no satisfaction to your
belly.  Muwin sat across the stream from Isilly and said 'do not fear me
coyote.  I am lost as are you.  Perhaps if we were friends, we can find a
way for both of us.'  At that moment a big black bird swooped down between
them.  Its wings spread wide, bridging the brook that separated them.  The
wing tips touched to the chest of both Isilly and Muwin and they were
joined as one spirit.  Together, destined to wander alone no more."  A
friendly voice shattered our bubble.

"Hey you two bums, I ain't payin ya to sit on your butts!"  We both looked
to see my brother-in-law walking towards us.  "Come on we are almost done."
Cooter and I got up and with his broad hand to the middle of my back we
headed back to work.



After we were finished, I finally turned to Cooter;

"So what happened to them?  Isilly and Muwin?"  Cooter looked off, a smile
on his face.

"They wander still to this day.  Coming to us when there is a wrong to be
righted."  He lay his arm around my neck and pointed into the forest.
"Sometimes, if you look, you'll see them."  His hand slid down my back and
smacked my butt hard.  He then broke out in this loud laugh that seemed to
shake the trees.

My eyes followed where he pointed.  There, just as the forest began, stood
the Indian I had seen that very morning.  He stood as I had first
encountered him, proud and smiling.  I lifted my arm to point as well,
Cooter bringing his head beside mine.

The Indian looked to his right and then back to me.  His arm stretched out,
hand gesturing to look.  I moved only my eyes and saw Bear, striding down
the dirt drive.  My heart soared seeing him.  I know it had only been a few
hours, but my whole being missed him.

I looked back to see the Indian, and as he had before, faded into that
which surrounded him.  Once gone, no semblance of his form could I detect
in the trees and bushes that made up where he had stood.

"Oh Caddo," Cooter scolded, "You are yanking my chain.  There ain't nothing
there."  Caddo?  Did he just call me Caddo?  I pulled back slightly and
looked at him.

"Why did you call me a coyote?"  I could see the wisdom in this man's face
as his eyes looked me up and down.

"Because, that's what you are."  He gave my belly a slight poke and laughed
as he walked away.



I greeted my boyfriend with my usual flare, hugging him tight and giving
him quick kisses so no one could see.  He quickly filled me in that Damion
had dropped him off on his way to the city.

"Codster, Caddo is Indian for coyote!"  He went on to say that he had asked
Damion about it and that they had stopped at the library and looked it up.
He then pointed at Cooter.  "You should ask him, I knows he has Indian in
him."  I quickly detailed to him what Cooter had told me, leaving out the
fact I had seen an Indian twice.  I mean no need to let him think I was
completely crazy, right?

"Seems this Caddo thing has a buddy that is a bear too."  Barrett thought
for a minute then looked at me.

"I'm Bear!"







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