Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2015 01:45:49 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City Boy Farm Boy chapter 32

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!


City Boy Farm Boy Chapter 32

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"Well, my, my, my...  Just what the country hell have I just seen?  Did I
catch you boys doing some naughty things?"  His cock gave a sudden jerk as
it began to swell.  "Hmm Seems to me I done caught you givin that saweet
ass a yours to that dirty bugger.  Looks like I gots me the power ta get me
a good suckin if-in ya don't want me spillin what I know.

I stood on shaky legs, Lancelot's huge load escaping my well stretched ass,
running down my inner thighs.  My cock bobbed up and down obscenely,
flinging long strings of pre out from the tip.  I was too stunned to speak.
Lancelot had really fucked me stupid.  I stood there as JR looked me up and
down.

"Well fuck me runnin.  Just the sight of ya'll standing there buck nekid,"
he shook his head as his hand groped his swollen crotch.  "An seeing that
stud yours big ol horse schlong sliding near full length outta your
shitter.  Dam near got me dumpin a load myself in my pants.  My eyes
focused on his hand as he seductively popped the button on his jeans, and
then pulled the flap, the remaining buttons popping in succession.  He gave
a tug to the side and his cock sprang out.

"Now I'd be telling you to c'mere and git ta suckin, but..."  He made a
fist and thrust it onto his cock.  He didn't even get one full stroke
before his piss slit flared and his cum blasted forth onto the barn floor.

I resisted touching my cock, wanting to save my pent up desire for my farm
boy.  I staggered around gathering up my discarded clothing, heading out to
where Lancelot drank noisily from a large metal troth.

I dropped my clothes and fell backward into the sun-warmed water, Lancelot
nickering loudly as I splashed him with my wake.  I lay submerged several
minutes, just enjoying the feeling of the slimy water on my body.

I know, I can already hear you; 'eww gross!  That is so nasty!'  And a few
months back I would have agreed with you.  But then again, a few months ago
I would never have even thought of letting a horse fuck me or even suck his
cock.  There is something about living on a farm that changes you.  Makes
it so you don't see things as say a regular person, HA a city slicker,
does.  I mean there is nothing like fresh milk sucked right from the cow's
teet.  Nothing like the feeling of good hard worked up a sweat and the
calloused hand of Pa slapping your back saying, good job.

Nothing like running your hands over the firm body of your horse.  Feeling
every muscle under his skin twitch with excitement at your touch, or the
feel of his rubbery lips as he sloppily kisses you.  I thrust my arms up
and began a long 'YEEHAW' as I shot up out of the water.

"Fuck yeah, I love being a farm boy!"  I could see JR jump back, his half
naked body jerking with surprise from my sudden outburst.  My sight quickly
blocked as Lancelot slammed his nose into my bare chest dunking me back
under the water.  I was laughing and sucked in a lung full of this troth
water.  I shot up, gripping the sides of the troth, hacking, and coughing.
JR ran to my aid, his feet tangled in his lowered jeans, fell flat onto the
dusty ground, a large billowing cloud of the brown earth swirling up around
him.

I heard his boisterous laughter from within the settling dust and relaxed
knowing he was OK.  Lancelot nuzzled my chest with his head as my coughing
subsided.  I hugged him tight, his nose snorting hot breaths of air onto my
semi hard cock and bloated balls.  I sighed as his long fat tongue licked
out, encircling my balls making my cock jump.

"No, boy.  I want to save that for Bear," I scolded him softly.

Yet Lance was of a one track mind.  With a slight nudge, he set me back a
step and quickly took my now fully hard cock into his mouth like it was one
of the carrots he loved so much.

>From the corner of my eye, I saw JR looking up, his eyes wide as Lance
sucked and munched on my cock.  I used my fingers to open Lancelot's lips,
showing JR that lance's teeth were not biting me.  I gripped his muzzle and
humped my cock in and out, sliding my cock on top of the hot tongue that
still licked under my ball sack.  I closed my eyes and let myself get lost
in the moment that was happening.



When I came, I came hard.  I was fucking my cock in and out of Lancelot's
mouth, my body slapping against his nose.  I collapsed into the water while
Lance stood over me, noisily licking his lips, eating up all my cum.

I must have dozed off for a bit, for when I woke up, JR was climbing into
the other end of the troth and Lancelot some distance away munching on some
stray hay.  A strange licking sound to the side drew my attention.  There
on the ground was Chevy, happily laying there sloppily licking his
extremely long dog boner.  My attention drawn from the sight when JR
plunked his redneck butt into the troth.

We soaked and chatted away several hours.  JR going on and on about how
much I had changed from Kenny's initial descriptions of this new city
slicker that moved into town.  How He didn't see any of what Kenny had told
him about me.  Now he saw only a pure bred country boy.

We left our slimy bath and let the sun dry us quickly as we slowly walked
to the barn.  Once there we dressed and JR and I said our goodbyes.  I
still had plenty of time to finish my chores and take a proper bath before
the rest of the family arrived back home.



It was a full month and a half into my new school year.  My sister had been
married.  The service was beautiful.  Bear and I escorted her on horseback
as Pa drove a fancy carriage that she and her bride's maids rode in, with
Kenny and Damion riding behind.  It was quiet the spectacle to say the
least.

We rode through the city streets from our hotel to the church, where our
dad met us outside to walk her down the aisle.  His face beamed with pride.
I'm not sure for who more, me or her.  After they had been married, we
escorted the bride and groom to the reception hall about a mile from the
church.  It was a fun-filled afternoon of music, dancing and food.

Now school was in full swing.  Between that, homework, chores and riding at
the home games, I had no time for anything literally.

By eight each night, Bear and I would literally crawl into bed and pass
out.  Our sex life was nearly nonexistent.  Even the weekends were busy, as
we'd been drafted to help get the sugar house ready for the upcoming
sapping season.

This meant Saturday and Sunday treks into the deep woods cutting trees that
would then be loaded up and hauled off to be split and stacked.  We
normally worked with Cooter and my sister's husband, but this day Bear and
I were alone.  Well for the most part anyway.  My brother in law and Cooter
had left us to go further up the mountain we were on scouting for more good
wood to cut.  Bear and I were to limb and short cut the felled trees they
had already cut during the week.

Bear and I made quick work of the work laid out for us and soon were just
laying back in the fallen leaves.  Neat piles of trimmed limbs to one side
and three-foot logs cut and stacked, ready for the skidder.  The colors of
the leaves that still clung to the trees was beautiful to behold.  Yes I
admit, I'd seen them before.  Even in the city I came from, about sixty
miles south, had these same colors but here, I can't explain it.  They just
seemed more beautiful.

The air had begun to turn colder, still not winter cold, but enough for us
to wear thick heavy shirts and light jackets.  I sported a ski hat, but
Bear went without.  Heavy work boots with thick socks covered our feet.
Bear kicked my foot with his;

"Hungry?"  This was a strange question.  We'd had a huge breakfast and it
was just barely half past ten.  I was about to make a sarcastic remark when
Bear leaned back his hands clasped behind his head.  A huge grin formed on
his lips as his eyes looked from me to his crotch.

I needed no more enticement.  I was quickly between his legs, my fingers
making quick work of the belt and buttons that hide from me the cock I
loved so much.

I had his cock out in a matter of seconds, my hands gripping it at its
base.  I paused to look at it, something I never tired of doing.  I had
studied it since the first time I'd seen it.  I knew every vein, every
wrinkle of skin that made up his tool of love.  I ran my nose up along the
hard shaft, taking in the scent that was only his.  The smell of piss and
ball sweat that came from a hard morning's work.  The slight remnant of
soap from our mutual shower before breakfast and the detergent Ma used to
wash our clothes.  Then there was the scent that was only his.  Something I
had learned about only since coming up here, to the farm.  That musky boy
scent that was different for everyone.  It was something I had never
noticed before Bear.  I mean sure, everyone had a smell, but I never really
noticed it over the add-on smells of soap and cologne everyone used.

I had found it not long after we'd met and started hanging out.  Laying in
the sun one afternoon, fresh from swimming.  I smelt it in his pits first.
A heady smell that was not unpleasant.  I sniffed again and realized as I
sniffed his entire body that this was his smell.  Bear scent.  I nearly
came that day right then.  His pheromones nearly pushing me over the brink.

Once I realized his unique scent, no other affected me.  Yes, I smelled
others, but none worked on me like Bear's did.  I could wake up in the
middle of the night and sniff his hair and my cock would spring to full
hardness.  Sniff his neck and my pre began to ooze from my cock.  Bury my
face in his armpit and I would cum.

"Babe," Bear's soft voice brought me back to the present, the tip of his
cock pressed hard to my nose.  "Ya better git it in yer mouth quick or I'ma
gonna spooge it right up your nose."

I looked up at his face, his chest heaving with each breath.  I sucked his
dark red head into my mouth.  No sooner passing my lips then his cum
flooded my mouth.  He came more than he had in a long time.  I never sucked
more than his head as we lay here in the woods.  I drank his sweet seed, I
swear I could see his balls shrinking as he continued to cum.

His moans were no more than soft notes that hung on the breeze.  His
fingers combed through my hair without taking control.  I loved this side
of him almost as much as the dominant side.  I heard his words to me as his
cock began to soften.

"I love you Cody, more than I love anyone."  His fingers began to stroke my
hair with more vigor as he pulled me off his cock towards his lips.  I
quickly opened my jeans and after taking out my cock, I threaded it into
his fly alongside his still exposed dick.

Our lips met and I began to hump my city boy boner into his balls.  Bear
pushed his semi-hard cock back into his pants, his thick shaft bent around
my cock as his balls sucked and released my cock head with each thrust I
made.

"Cum babe, shoot it on my nuts so they are wet and stay wet all day."  I
ate his words into my mouth as we continued to kiss.  My own balls
tightened as I got closer.

With a grunt, I bit hard on Bear's tongue, as I shot hard onto his deflated
balls.  My cum squirted out from his balls soaking down between his legs.
Bear's hands began kneading my ass, pulling me closer, making my cock slip
down under his balls, his cheeks milking the last few shots of cum.

When I pulled back from him, my cock was coated with my cum.  It glinted in
the sunlight that filtered through the rustling leaves.  I moved to lay
next to my Bear, but his hands caught me and rolled me to lay back on him.

His fingers fumbled blindly, stuffing my cock back into my jeans and
undies.  He seemed to take his time as he fixed the buttons of my fly, I
swear he stroked my cock and felt my balls after each one was closed.  Once
I was buttoned up we rose, my duty to close his fly delayed by his need to
piss.

I knelt beside him holding his thick cock.  His stream arched out from his
cock crashing on to the thick carpet of leaves.  As much as I wanted to
move so he pissed on me, I knew that couldn't happen as I had nothing to
change into.  I kissed his cock, the last drips of his pee filling my mind
with lust.



We ended up walking a short distance to a small clearing.  The forest
opening up to a grand vista of the nearby mountains, ablaze in fall colors.
Below us water spurted from a crack in the rock face and cascaded down the
slope to the base where it flowed over a rocky course out of sight in the
forest below.  We lay here, against a tree until my sister's husband and
Cooter returned with the crew and equipment that would load and haul the
wood.

These were older men, and when I say, men, I mean MEN, big and burley.
Flannel shirts all opened to mid-chest.  Strong hairy chests bulging
underneath.  Jeans, tight and nearly bursting with firm muscles and packed
crotches some even showing long fat soft cocks tucked down a leg.

Most of them simply ignored us as they busied themselves with large
chainsaws, cutting the logs we couldn't move into more manageable lengths.
A couple, however, seemed to take an interest in Bear and me.  I would
catch fleeting glances and could feel their stares on my ass.  I eventually
had to untuck my shirt in an attempt to cover my hard cock.

I actually enjoyed watching these lumberjacks as they moved quickly about,
hopping from fallen tree to fallen tree.  Each had their own job and they
worked with great efficiency.  One of these lumbering giants caught me
looking and waved me over.

His bare arms and exposed chest glistened with sweat.  His manly scent
surrounded him.  It mixed freely with the smell of fresh cut wood, gas, and
oil from the saw he worked with.

He presented me the very large saw, which I nearly dropped, his strong
hands moving mine to better positions on the saw.  He stood behind me, his
strong body pressing tightly against my back.  His facial stubble scratched
the side of my head as he shouted how to use the saw over the deafening
noise of the work going on all around us.

Pulling the cord, he brought the saw to life.  The motor screamed as I
squeezed the trigger, droplets of oil flinging of the spinning chain.  My
teacher squeezed me with his arms as he helped guide me through my first
cut.  He rocked the saw forwards and back, his hips rocking his swollen
manhood on my ass as we continued to work.

The rocking we made the saw do was quick at first then he slowed as we
neared the bottom end of the log we were cutting.  Releasing my fingers
from the trigger, the chain slowed to a stop, the teeth cutting through the
final bit, the chunk we cut dropping to the ground with a thunk.  Before I
knew it, my lumberjack was scooting us down the log and once again we were
showered with tiny chips of wood as we continued cutting the log.



I was so busy cutting and secretly enjoying this man behind me, I didn't
hear a new sound.  It was only when my lumberjack shut down the saw and
slapped my chest, motioning to the right that I saw it.

This huge ugly machine with huge thick tires rumbled past us.  It had a
skinny bulldozer like blade in the front and this mechanical claw like
thing swinging around on the back.  Sitting high up in the cab sat Bear,
another lumberjack next to him, showing him how to make the big beast work.

My lumberjack and I sat on our cut up logs and watched.  His beefy hand
thrust at me;

"Keith," his white at pearls teeth glinted in the autumn sun.

"Cody, nice ta meet you."  I took his hand and nearly winced in pain, from
his tight grip.

As we sat and watched Bear, he explained the machine was a skidder.  They
used them out in the woods to wrangle the logs and drag them to a more
suitable area for loading onto trucks.  I watched as Bear used the dozer
blade to push several cut logs into a rough pile, then spin the skidder
around.  He would then make that big claw thing drop down and pick up the
logs he'd pushed together.  Raising it the claw up with the logs, he would
drive forward the logs being pulled behind him.

Keith stood and set the saw on his shoulder.  His large hand grabbed the
back of my neck and gave me a tug.  His arm draped around me as we followed
Bear and the skidder down the makeshift road.

If there was a God, and I am not saying there is or was, he or she, for
that matter, smiled on us today.  It was still early and we were given the
rest of the weekend off, leaving the crew to finish the wood cutting.

We were soon back on the farm and an empty house.  My mind was focused on a
long night of lovemaking with my farm boy, but it seemed he had other
ideas.  I was told to shower and get dressed, that we were going out on a
date.

When I emerged from the shower, I found Bear had laid out clothes for me.
Blue jeans and one of the fancier shirts which was a blue and green plaid
design.  No t-shirt but he did choose a pair of boxer briefs for me that
were a bit tighter than normal and when worn with these jeans held my ass
tight and made my crotch bulge largely.  I finished my ensemble by wearing
my brown cowboy style boots that had a strap that circled right by my
ankle.  This strap was connected to a metal ring and a shorter strap went
down and connected to the sole.

I could hear Bear talking to someone, and since I only heard his voice
assumed he was making a phone call.  Before I could move to hear what he
was saying, the call was ended and he was trumping up the back stairs in
nothing but his dirty Ford ball cap, his underwear, and socks.  I chuckled
loudly when she slid to a stop, nearly falling on his ass when he saw me
standing in the hall.  He grabbed his hat from his head, his still damp
with sweat, dirty hair falling over his face.

His hands crumbled his hat into a ball in front of his chest and lowered
his head, then gave a quick snap so his hair flipped to the side.  I saw
him swallow hard and it looked as if he had to work to catch his breath.

His eyes slowly looked me from toe to head, a shy smile forming on his
lips.

"Dam, Codster," he nearly whispered.  He shyly stepped closer, his body
language expressing an almost nervousness being with me.

"Do I look OK?"  I asked this, turning slowly around so he could see all of
me.  Bear now stood close, his breath warm, on my face as his hands seemed
to caress an invisible shield which prevented him from touching me.  He
still smelled of hard work.  Not a dirty body odor, but that seductive
scent you get from working hard.  The fact that it was mixed with a woody
pine scent made my cock stir in my tight jeans.

"Oh God baby, you look perfect."  He leaned his face closer and pressed his
lips to mine.  I reached up to hold him, but he quickly backed away.  "No,
wait," a slight tone of fear in his voice.  "I'm filthy.  Let me shower and
get dressed first OK?"  I nodded and as he passed, I smacked his ass hard
making him yelp in glee.



I was told to go wait in the living room while he got ready.  As I waited,
pacing back and forth Ma and Pa came home, walking in to see me standing
there nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Ma and Pa stopped short and were about to say something when Bear began his
decent down the stairs.  He was also in newer jeans that fit him, well in
my opinion anyway, well.  I could clearly see his cock pointing to the left
and the material gripped his firm ass the way I like to grip it with my own
hands.  He wore my favorite shirt which was a plain black and white
checkered pattern and he even left the top three buttons open, just how I
liked him too.  He wore his black buckskin boots which to me made him the
most handsome boy in the entire universe.  I was speechless seeing him walk
into the room, picking up our cowboy hats as he passed the hooks where they
hung.  He placed mine on my head and positioned it just how he like me to
wear it, low in the front, the brim just above my eyes.

Ma was on us instantly, her eyes filled with tears as she fussed about us
adjusting our shirts and kissing our cheeks.  Bear pulled away as Pa walked
up his face conveying his pride in his boys.  Ma made a squeaking sound and
dashed off up the stairs.

Pa held out his hand, a ring of keys dangling from his fingers.  Bear tried
to snatch them, but Pa pulled them back quickly.

"A promise is a promise.  Back by eleven.  No speeding.  No drinking and
driving."  Pa glared at Bear sternly.  "No pot smoking and driving."  Bear
nodded as Pa now stared at me.  "And you boy, don't be leaving no pecker
tracks all over my truck.  Got me?  Don't need yer Ma getting is and seeing
your seed smeared all up in there."  I bit my lip to keep from laughing and
nodded.  "K, here ya go."  He handed Bear the keys as he grabbed us both in
a big daddy hug.  "You ain't got no license boy so don't be getting pulled
over.  Now git for I bend ya both over and plow them holes myself."  He
smacked our butts telling us to 'git' again.



We climbed up into Pa's truck, Bear behind the wheel, me in the passenger
seat.  Bear shot me a strange look then looked to the vacant space next to
him.  I took the hint and scooted overlaying my hand on his leg.



We rode in near silence, the radio softly playing Bear's favorite country
station.  We headed up north to Conway and Bear turned into a fancy place
called River Run, A swank place, with table clothes and bow-tied waiters.

We held hands from the truck to the entrance and after a brief look at each
other, let go, but remained close.  I paused as we entered suddenly feeling
very out of place with how I was dressed.  Bear gave me a hip bump and
smiled.

"You look amazing.  And I'll kick anyone's ass who say you don't."  We
stepped up to a smiling man in a tux.

"Good evening gentlemen, welcome to River Run.  How many in your party?"

"Hi," Bear spoke up, "the names Stewart, two."  I watched the man scan a
thick book tapping it with his finger.

"Ah yes, I have you right here."  He smiled at us warmly.  "If you will
follow me, I have your table ready."  He snapped his fingers and a young
girl stepped from a room next to where he stood.  There was a brief moment
of uncertainty as Bear and I looked at her and then this man.  He smiled a
friendly smile and made a small, quick gesture to his head, his eyes
looking to out hats.  We handed her our hats and she handed us a small
ticket, then retreated back into the room from which she had appeared.



We followed this man through the dining room, to a large bank of windows
which looked out on to the Saco River, which bubbled and churned over
rocks, romantically lit with lights from the restaurant.  There were other
tables around us, but we had at least one table between us and other
diners.

"I hope you will find this table to your liking," the Maitre d spoke to
Bear.  "It is the best view and I feel the most... romantic."  He smiled at
us warmly and pulled out our chairs after Bear had nodded the table was
fine.  He set large fancy menus in front of us and gave a quick signal to
someone out of our sight.  "Your waiter is Raymond.  I hope you enjoy your
evening with us.  Bon Appetit."  He gave us a slight bow, taking two steps
back and then leaving us.

I have to admit, this was romantic.  Candle light flickered and the river
could be heard coursing its way outside.  Bear openly took my hand and
looked into my eyes.

"Do you know what today is?"  I shook my head no, suddenly feeling stupid
for forgetting whatever it was that made this day special.  "Five months
ago my life changed.  Five months ago today, I met the most important
person in my life."  His hand squeezed mine as he lightly pulled me closer.
His lips found mine and we kissed openly right there.  I have to admit, I
was in heaven.



Dinner was out of this world.  Our waiter made reccomendations for certain
things and we mostly listened to him.  A chef actually came to our table to
show us different cuts of meat and then when we had both decided on New
York Steak, he actually cut them right there in front of us!  We told him
how thick and he pulled out this huge knife and sliced them.

Not to be under done, I think, our waiter soon appeared at our table and
prepared our salads as we watched.  It was all over the top for us country
kids.



Bear and I were talking as we ate our salads when the matradi came up to
us.

"I realize you are both underage, but such a special night deserves, well a
special beverage."  He again snapped his finger and another man in a
similar tux came up.  He set a metal bucket on a stand that had a bottle of
something in it.  Two skinny stemmed glasses were set on the table and this
new man withdrew the bottle showing it to us.

"A house made sparkling cidar made with a blend of apples from the River
Run Orchard."  He then popped the cap and smartly pours each of us a glass,
returning the bottle to the metal bucket.

As we sipped it the matradi stood smiling.

"Ah, compliments of the house."  He clasped his hands together as he spoke
and then rushed off.

"It's not champagne, but we can pretend," Bear whispered.  He lifted his
glass towards me.  "To you."

"To us, forever," I said clinking my glass to his.



We ate like kings!  The steaks were awesome and the dessert decadent.  Bear
paid and tipped everyone he needed to lastly the girl who had our hats.  We
left walking unashamedidly hand in hand to the truck.

"You knowone of my classes is a metal smithing class right."  Bear speaking
off handedly.  "So I can help Pa with stuff around the farm."  I nodded.
Bear suddenly released my hand and dropped to one knee in front of me.
"Well see I made ya something and I really hope you're gonna like it."  He
dug in his pants pocket and pulled forth a silver ring, his eyes looking
intently into mine.  "I... I..."  Bear swallowed hard.  "I hope ya like it
and I really hope you'll wear it so that like everyone knows you belong to
me."

I stood there frozen.  I gazed into his beautiful brown eyes and saw more
love for me than anyone had ever had.  I took his offered hand in mine and
opened my mouth to speak.

"I..."



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