Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2015 02:36:10 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 34

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!

*****

- "Pa's all tore up he hurt you, babe.  Please don't be mad at him."  Bear
kissed me softly.

"I'm not.  I guess we all got sort of carried away is all."  I listened to
make sure Pa was still in the bathroom.  "Besides, as soon as he is gone, I
have got something mega-major to show you."


City Boy Farm Boy Chapter 34

When Pa left, I got up and moved to the closets, quickly realizing I have
just given myself away.  I looked back to see Bear whit a huge shit eating
grin on his face.

"You lying sneak!  You faker."  I turned to face him, lowering my head to
hide my smile.

"I have good reason, I swear."  I held out my hand for him to take.  I led
him to the closet and showed him the secret panel.  I took out the box with
the pictures and as Bear rummaged through I worked on getting the box I had
just seen last night.

I had to climb up and literally slide my naked body in the narrow shelf
space.  I gripped the box and tried to wiggle back out, but the box seemed
wedged in.  I called to Bear to pull me out.  After a few seconds I felt
his hands sliding up my legs, from my ankles to my thighs.  I felt him
between my legs, his fingers brushing my cock, his breath on my ass.

"I'm stuck, pull me out."  I felt him rub his face against my ass, his lips
dragging up through my crack.  "Stop babe, I'm stuck."

"I know you are," his words hot in my crack as his hands now spread my
cheeks.  "But see, standing here with my face in the sexiest ass in the
world, I just can't say I want you out.  I mean all I need to do is..." His
tongue licked over my hole lightly, teasing me."

"ARGH, no stop!  Get me outta here and then do that."

"No.  I like you just how you are.  Pa won't be back for hours yet, and I
cold eat you that whole time."  His tongue licked over my hole again,
harder this time.  I struggled, but my skin seem almost stuck to the self I
was laying on.  I was his prisoner.



Bear ate at my hole, fucking me with his tongue, his teeth nibbling at my
pucker.  His hands lightly stroked my cock, keeping me just shy of cumming.
He knew just how to drive me wild.  Licking my pucker on the outside, then
stabbing his fat tongue in my tightness, and licking it on the inside.



I was whimpering by this time, and was sweating in the confined space I was
wedged into.  At long last Bear's hands gripped my legs and pulled me from
the shelving.  We tumbled to the floor and I landed, my ass planted on his
mouth.  I was a bit wobbly from my confinement, so Bear found it an easy
task to man handle me up and back to the bedroom.

With a quick spit to his cock, Bear eased his cock into my ass.  His
movements slow and cautious, I believe just in case I really was hurt.  He
lifted my leg and crawled behind me, his arms hugging me tight to his
chest.  His hips thrust his cock in and out of my hole, his breath through
clenched teeth as he bit my neck.

He grunted like a wild animal as his hips drove his cock deep into me.  I
arched my back pressing my body to his, my hand back on his hips, making
sure he didn't leave me.

Our orgasms were not long in cumming.  I shot first, my cum soaking into
the sheets and mattress.  Bear grunted as he unloaded deep inside my ass.
His bit of love becoming kisses of affection.



We lay like that for some time.  Bear's cock softening and getting squeezed
from my leaking hole.  I could tell by his slow rhythmic breathing he had
fallen asleep.  I was enjoying how he still held me tight.  His cock,
having fallen from my ass, yet still held by my cheeks.  His arms strongly
holding me, one across my firm abs, the other across my chest.



I woke with a start, rolling to my back on the now empty bed.  Heavy
footfalls telling me someone was here.  I squinted, as the light streaming
in through the door temporarily blinded my sleep-heavy eyes.  The light
dimmed some, creating a golden aura around his massive frame.  He stood
there a few moments before coming closer.  How this giant of a man moved
silently now was beyond my groggy mind.

The room was dark, save the light from the hall.  Pa sat on the bed next to
me, pulling me onto his lap.  He stroked my hair with his work-hardened
hands, his lips tenderly kissing my forehead.

"I feel like shit for hurting you son," Pa whispered kissing my forehead
again.  He cradled my upper body against his strong chest and abs, his
scent mixing with the smell of feed and hay.  I also couldn't help but feel
his stiffening cock, trapped in his jeans under me.

"It's OK Pa, I'm fine," I spoke softly as I stroked my hand on his rugged
face.  "Maybe Bear was right and we just got carried away."  Pa kissed my
lips lovingly, his strong hands holding my face.

"How bout ya roll over and let me see how that sweet pussy of yours is
doin?"  He paused for a second and then continued.  "I just wanna check and
make sure it's getting better.  Sides, I got some cream to rub on it to
take the hurt away."

I rolled over and Pa clicked on a side light.  I spread my legs and he
pulled me back to him as I raised up on my knees.  He spread my cheeks and
I could feel his breath on me as he leaned forward.

"Not quite as red as you was earlier," his finger traced my hole lightly.
"Does it hurt if I do this?"  He began to lightly push on my pucker with
his fat finger.

"No Sir," I replied quickly remembering I needed to act hurt or be found
out.  I waited until he pressed again and winced sucking in my breath.
"Ooo easy."

"K Ima gonna spread this here cream on ya and it'd help if I could get some
inside of ya, but I ain't gonna force it."  I heard him uncap a tin of some
kind of cream and felt its coolness as he gently began to spread it over my
hole.

I lowered my upper body to the bed, raising my ass slightly, my boner now
sticking down, stabbing at his crotch.  Pa's finger worked in small circles
over my hole.  Spreading the cream, working it into the puckers of my
pussy.  After a few minutes he increased the pressure, pushing is but not
entering me.

I again forgot I was supposed to be hurting and moaned as I pushed back as
he pushed forward, his thick finger sliding into me up to his middle
knuckle.  I groaned loudly, Pa freezing in fear he'd again hurt me.  My
cock betrayed me and began throbbing with a mind of its own.  I moaned
again as Pa regained his composure and wiggled his finger inside me.

I opened my eyes, Knowing I was close to being found up.  I saw Bear
standing at the end of the bed, not six inches from my face.  He was
shirtless, his thumbs, hooked in his pockets.

"Where ya been boy," Pa asked calmly.

"Went looking for the huskers lotion.  Thought it might help."

"Nah, that just soften him up.  Got me some bag balm.  Like I use of the
udders when they chafe.  Workin it in him now, should help some."  Bear
moved around to the side watching Pa finger me.  "Got something in it that
numbs ya up some so I can do this and he don't feel nothing."  I moaned
again purely by accident.

"Seems like he's feeling it Pa."  I hear Pa chuckled softly at Bear's
comment.

"Yep and he's feeling really juicy inside too."  Pa's finger stopped
moving.  "Almost like someone done poke him recently."

Pa's finger left my ass and I looked back to see Pa roughly grabbing Bear's
arm.  He tore Bear's jeans open and stuck his nose in the opening.  I heard
him sniff deeply.

"Yep jus as I thought.  You stink of sex."  From the other side, Pa's huge
hand struck my left ass cheek hard.  "I done been fooled!"  Pa's voice was
gruff and angry.  He spun to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling me over
his lap.  He pointed at Bear.  "Stand, don't move."  Pa's might hand
reconnected with my young ass again, sending stinging pain through my body
and causing me to yelp in pain.  "Strip off them jeans boy, it'll be your
turn next."

I watched as Bear slowly stripped off his jeans.  He only wore them, no
boots or socks or even underwear.  Pa's hand continued to spank me hard.
These were not the playful spanks I was used to by him.  These were a
punishment, and they hurt!

"Y'all think it's funny?  Lying to yer old man.  Making him think he done
hurt you?  Yeah, I'ma gonna hurt your ass now boy.  Y'all ain't gonna be
sitting for a week, ya hear?"

Pa gave me ten hard spanks, then yanked me to stand before him, next to
Bear.  He roughly pulled Bear to his lap and I watched as his hand began
connecting with Bear's perky ass.  Bear squirmed and squealed, which I
thought a bit dramatic, but soon realized Pa seemed to like this.

"Whatcha smiling for boy?"  Pa asked looking at me.  "Fine you think ya
like it so much, you gitting five more."  He pulled me right on top of Bear
and really smacked my ass hard five more times.  There was a slight pause
then he delivered two more.

"OWE fuck, what were them for," I asked in an angry tone.

"Them was for, just because.  This one is for cussin," He spanked me
another two times, and this one's for yer flip just now."  Two more sharp
spanks hit my cheeks as I fought back tears.  "Got anything else ya wanna
say?"  I shook my head no.

"I'm sorry," Bear mumbled under me.  "Papa I'm really sorry."

I echoed his words, my voice sincere in tone.  My ass hurting more than
after any spanking my real dad had ever given me.  Yet through the stinging
pain, my cock throbbed.

"Well, alright," Pa said in a more normal tone.  He stood us up, both our
cocks sticking straight out from our bodies.  He held our wrists looking up
into our eyes.  "Don't ya ever do that shit again, ya hear?  No lying."  He
pulled us into a big bear hug kissing our cheeks.  When he pushed us back,
his eyes drifted to our boners, now leaking in front of him.

Bear and I looked at each other and smiled.  We knelt in front of Pa and
ran our hands up his legs.  Pa smiled and stood, his hands popping the
buttons on his jeans, his fingers fishing out his monster cock which bobbed
between our faces.

"Y'all wanna git a taste of this here cock, do ya?"  Pa said now gripping
the base of his shaft and wiggling his thick meat.  "Y'all wanna wrap yer
lips around it and suck my nut juice?"  He smacked his cock against both
our faces, the musky scent of his cock filling our noses.

Pa gripped the tops of our heads holding us in place.  He moved so the fat
tip of his daddy cock brushed first over my lips then Bear's.  His strong
scent making my head swim.  It was clear he hadn't showered yet.  As he
brought his cock back to my lips, I opened my mouth and licked at the
wrinkled foreskin covering his tip.

I moaned loudly as I tasted all he was.  The sex from last night, the
traces of piss from today.  The sweat from his hard work.  I heard Bear
moan too, and from the corner of my eye could see his lips moving in a
sucking motion as if silently saying 'me next.'

Pa swung his hips, his foreskin slipping back slightly exposing his damp
cock head.  It slapped against my face with a wet smack, as my lips
greedily tried to get it in my mouth.  Pa repeated this action on Bear then
pointed his dirty cock at my mouth and shoved the head into my mouth.

Before I realized what he had done, he pulled it back out, my saliva making
the now exposed head shine even more.  Once again he repeated his actions
on Bear, who struggled in vain to keep sucking.

"If Y'all think I'm gonna give ya the pleasure of blowing me after what
Y'all done, ya wrong."  Pa released our heads and pulled back on his shaft
completely exposing his head.  He gripped my head with one hand and forced
his cock head into my mouth.  This time, I was ready and sucked on it hard
as he forced his head to rub around in my stuffed mouth.  Pa pulled out of
my mouth and shoved his cock into Bears' mouth for no longer than he'd been
in mine.

"That's it Buttheads.  No more."  He stuffed his cock back into his jeans,
his length clearly showing as it stretched down his leg.  "Up," Pa
demanded.  He stood over us, his eyes drinking in our sexy nakedness.  "So
seeing as Y'all tricked me like ya did Ima gonna make ya pay now."  Pa
pushed us out of the bedroom and through the house, shoving us naked onto
the porch.  "Ya got till I get back to muck them four stalls and," Pa
pointed to a small grove of trees blazing with colorful leaves.  "Rake up
all them leaves yonder.  Pile um over there in one big pile."  Pa's beefy
arm pointed all the way across the yard to a small dirt clearing.

"Git it done by the time I git back," he said stepping off the porch.
"Oh," he said stopping to look back at us, "Git it done naked."  He proudly
strode up to us and took each of our still hard cocks in his hands.  "No
playing with these either, ya hear? I'm gonna know if ya have so don't
think ya can fool me."  He then hopped in his truck and sped off.



The work Pa had told us to do would take all our focus and effort to finish
before he got back.  We hit the empty stalls first and soon found out just
how difficult it was going to be.

Slick floor boards, made moving about, even standing most difficult.  We
both fell several times and were both soon covered in muck.  Even though we
continued to laugh as the other would slip and fall, we stayed focused on
the task.



Onc the stalls were mucked and readied for the horses in the evening, we
headed out to the next task.  We raked the entire area in no time but found
the transporting of the huge pile more difficult than we thought.
Mr. Paul's driveway was gravel and remember we were barefoot.



Bear came up with what seemed like a good idea to use this large horse
drawn trailer.  We'd load the leaves in the trailer then hitch up a horse
and have him pull it where we needed to dump it.

Well after an hour running around trying to catch a horse with no luck, we
walked, sweaty and filthy back to the loaded trailer.  Grabbing the tongue
we heaved and pulled the trailer across the drive, finally making it to
where we could unload it.



Finally done, we stood on the porch and laughed as we looked at one
another.  Dirt and leaves and all manner of crap coated our firm bodies.
Our laughter interrupted but the sudden ringing of Mr. Paul's phone.

It was Pa, giving us a heads up that he was about to head over.  He hoped
that the work was done or he was going to have to spank us again.  He told
Bear and me to get cleaned up and be ready for inspection when he got
there.



We showered quickly, neither one willing to risk touching the other.  Even
though our cocks hung limp over our bloated ball sacks, we both knew the
slightest touch would make us cum.  Fearing Pa's hand on our asses, we
restrained ourselves.

After drying we made quick work retrieving the box we had yet to inspect in
the closet.  Bear hoisted me up and I shimmied between the narror shelves.
In my attempt to work my way to the back, I kocked a pile of lines onto the
floor.  Bear moved to catch them, releasing one of my feet which kicked
wildly trying to find a footing.

I was finally able to hook it on a lower shelf and as I adjusted for a
better foothold, it pressed against something along the side and an
audible, metallic click was heard.  I was unable to look, but clearly heard
Bear take a shocked gasp.

"Holy crap!  Codester, there's like a secret door here."

"Where," I groaned trying invane to get a look.

"Here dumbass, on the side."  Bear suddenly released my other foot and I
found myself with no support.

I had wriggled enough trying to see, while pulling the box free, that I had
no where to go but down.  I fell from the shelf, pulling the wooden box
with me.  I hit the floor with a thud, the box breaking open on my chest.

I looked up at Bear, clearly not happy he had just let me fall to my near
death, his face confused as he looked back at me.  I cast my eyes to my
chest and saw an intricately beaded neck choker and three feathers tied
with raw hide.  Bear help me to stand and and we examined the items
closely.

They appeared perfectly preserved and well cared for.  They had been
wrapped in a piece of black fur while in the box and as we looked it it, it
seemed to be a form of clothing or decorative part of something that was
worn.  As we set the items back into the box so we could investigate the
secret door, I noticed an old photograph caught in the box.

It was a picture of a man who as in the other photos, looked like Mr. Paul.
Standing next to him a very handsome, young, Indian boy of maybe seventeen
years.  I immediately recognized the beaded choker and feathers, worn by
the Indian lad and then noticed something that could be the black fur from
the box, draped over his crotch.

"Look at this," I whispered to Bear.

"No, look at this..."  His fingers snatched the photo and turned it so I
now looked at the back.  Scrawled in fading ink I could see the words;
'Muwin 1808'.

My head was swimming with the thoughts that I was looking at a photo of
Islly's Muwin.  I turned the photo over and stared at the image again.  It
then occurred to me that these other items must belong to him.  I held them
in my hand and studied the photo, Bear pressed to my side, doing the same.

We stood transfixed for some time.  The sound of Pa's truck pulling up the
only thing that brought us back to the present.

We knew we didn't have enough time to get everything back in place, so
after setting the items and photo reverently back in the box, we slide it
onto he shelf and hid it with lines.  Bear somehow closed the secret door,
the clicking sound assuring us it was latched.  We made it out to the
kitchen just as Pa was walking in the front door.

He stepped into the doorway of the kitchen and stood with his hands on his
hips inspecting us.  I blushed as my cock immediately rose to full hardness
under the galre of his gaze.  I quickly looked at Bear and saw I was not
alone.  Bear's cock bobbed up and down as it too soon stood erect from his
body.

"Well I don't know what you two cock knockers are thinking is gonna happen,
but we got chores do get done.  I'll led the horses up and git um in the
stalls, you pud whackers git slopping the hogs and then feed the horses."
He turned to leave but quickly spun back to face us.

He motiond us to come stand by him which Bear and I did with military
promptness.  Pa ran his bg hands over our bodies.  He spread out cheeks and
inspected out asses and even sniffed out hair.  The only thing he didn't do
was touch our cocks or balls.  Leaving us to stand in his shadow with an
aching need to cum.



We finished our tasks and were once again filthy.  It didn't seem any
warmer, nor did we seem to work any harder, yet we sweat more than if it
was one hundred degrees.  Hay and blowing clung to our wet skin which
attracted the dirt like a magnet.

We met Pa and walked to the back door, so we wouldn't track dirt and muck
through the house.  He showered alone, Bear and I watching from just
outside the shower.  Every motion done with care, each touch he made to
himself designed to turn us on more and more.

When he had finished he shut off the water, and avoiding us stepped from
the tiled enclosure.  He merely pointed for us to get in the shower and
with a stern cough, scolded Bear when he reached for the water controls.

He grabbed a coiled hose from the other wall and proceeded to hose us off
from head to toe.  He directed us with simple commands.  Leg up, arms out,
cheeks spread.  Thank god the water was hot.  I now understood how my
deceit had hurt him and that his punishment was a way of showing me, us,
his disappointment.

It was not meant to make us cry or feel abused.  It was only to deprive us
of something we enjoyed.  He knew Bear and I were in love and devoted to
each other, but he also know we loved being with him and pleasing him.
That part of the pleasure we got while with him was our knowing that he was
made to feel good and that we wanted to be there.



He left us standing there while he went and stoked the fires.  The shower
room was warm so we didn't get cold.  He returned, his big daddy cock
swinging seductively back and forth.

"As much as I want you boys to suffer more, Yer Pa is hungry.  So go fix me
some vittles."  He tossed us small towels and stood watching us as we dried
ourselves.  "If ya do a god job filling my tummy, maybe, just maybe I'll
let you boys have some meat."  His had slowly stroked his cock as he walked
from the room.



Cooking was actually easy, as Pa had brought stuff Ma had made.  We just
needed to reheat it.  Once we'd cleaned up and had the kitchen in order we
scampered to the living room for our reward, only to find Pa fast asleep.

Bear and I looked at each other for a few seconds, debating in your minds
what to do.  With the thought of another spanking coming to mind, I
suggested we forgo getting off and go quickly to explore the secret door.



After finding the trigger, the door creaked open.  A bare toggle switch was
attached to the wall of a narrow passage that went back to the left, along
the closet.  I flipped the switch and a dim light could be seen from around
a corner at the end of the passage.  Bear and I had to turn sideways to
navigate through, and even had to reach down and press our cocks back to
avoid scraping them along the rough huen walls.

The passage opened into a small room with a naked lightbulb hanging from
old twisted wires.  The room was empty except for some sort of stand that
was drapped with what looked like an animal skin.  It was decorated with
drawings and markings and seemed to be covering something.

Bear and I clutched at each other as we slowly made our way to the stand.
After a quick look to each other, I reached out and pulled the soft skin
back.

Now I do not know what I thought we were going to find under there, but I
can tell you this much.  I for one was relieved I did not find a body.  I
mena to tell you, my mind was flashing images of all kinds of things.  A
body.  A shriveled up mummy kind of body.  A skeleton all laid out.

At one end was a colorfully painted clay pot.  In the middle a small pile
of dry dirt.  At the other end a stone box.  Stranger that all that, on the
edge, near where we stood, three day or so old cut flowers.  I recognized
them to be the same kind as in the flower boxes that were all over
Mr. Paul's property.

"Muwin?"  Bear whisperd as he touched the stone box.  "Oh fuck Codester,"
he exclaimed in a hushed voice.  "Checke it out.  OK, OK... OK.  So
Mr. Paul's Grampa is like some kind a slave seller kinda guy.  BUT!  He's
like wicked gay and loves Indian boys.  OK so then he finds Muwin and falls
in love and somehow Muwin dies and then..."  He puffed his chest out and
guestured with his hands at the items before us.  I looked at him as what
he said began to sink in.  "Come on man it explains a lot.  This...
Whatever this is.  The picture and stuff in the box.  The stuff must have
been Muwins, and they kept it because he loved him so much."

It seemed to make sense.  I mean the pieces all fit together, but there
were parts missing.  I mean why do the whole slave thing?  Why not just
fall in love and be together?  Only one person could answer these and I was
sure many more to come, Mr. Paul.

"Boys?" Came Pa's voice from the living room.  "Where'd y'all get too?"  We
covered the items and headed back out through the narrow passage.

Pa was lounging on the couch as we bumbled into the living room.  His legs
were parted and his man cock at full attention.

"It ain't polite being all snoopy in someone elses house.  Specially when
they ain't here."  Bear and I looked to each other and blushed.  "How bout
y'all come on over and do some snooping on me.  I bet'cha find something
more interesting to mess with then some old dusty underground railroad hide
out.





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