Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2016 19:45:30 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City Boy Farm Boy chapter 42

The usual disclaimer applies.  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!


***** - I could hear Bear and dad talking, Bear saying what we did each day
before school.  Impressed, my dad shared stories of him being a boy and
helping on a farm.  I suddenly was flooded with a desire to have my dad
come stay and work the farm with us.

Chapter 42

I think it was the way he walked into the barn that convinced me.  There
was this aura, shimmering, as he clutched his worn and dirty ball cap in
his nervous hands.  His boots, tattered and needing replacing, stood out
against the new blue jeans and a plaid shirt he wore. His light brown hair,
once combed perfectly, now ruffled where his hat had just been.  He walked
alongside Pa, listening to the details of our situation.  Our need for a
trustworthy hand.  Someone with experience working on a farm such as this.
I watched as Pa told him how his bosses were younger than he was, but not
so young that a good working relationship couldn't happen.  How Pa, Ma and
my sister were the overseers, but that his sons, Barrett and Cody were the
owners.  At this, Pa Gestured to where Bear and I stood.  "Jacob Randal,
may I present my sons, Barrett and Cody."  The young man stepped forward,
his face slightly lowered, as he thrust his hand towards us.  His grip was
firm, his hands having that calloused, I work for a living feeling.  He
shook each of our hands with a strong shake, his brown eyes looking at from
under his brows.  He continued to clutch at his hat, twisting it in his
hands as he stood nervously before his possible new bosses.  "Jacob comes
to us from a dairy ov'a in Western Mass," Pa spoke up.  "Seems he'd been
there since he was just about your ages."  Pa looked at the young man for
confirmation.  "Ye...Yes, Sir," Jacob stated nervously.  "Started there
when I was seventeen."  He nodded his head, his words, clearly spoken.
"Place fell on hard times a couple of years back.  The owners began cutting
the herd back, then started cutting the help."  It was clear this job meant
the word to him.  I could hear it in his voice.  "About six months back
they cut me."  His eyes dropped to the floor.  "They were good people; I
don't fault them one bit.  Big corporate dairies were making it hard to
compete.  Good people, like family really."  He lifted his face slowly,
looking at each of us.  "They let me bunk on because I had nowhere to go,
but I felt like I was taking advantage of their hospitality."  "Which
brings him to you boys."  Pa clapped Jacob on the shoulder, giving him a
warm smile.  "How about you boys take him around.  Show him the place.  Let
him get a good look at everything, then come back and we'll talk details."
Pa looked at Jacob, "If'n you're still interested."  Jacob nodded and the
three of us headed off on a tour.

I'll say this, he knew his stuff.  As we walked around, he commented on
things that we could be doing to make the farm more productive, all things
Bear and I had discussed with Pa.  He confessed to mainly knowing the dairy
industry but did have some knowledge of horses and general farm operations.
He chuckled lightheartedly as we showed him the two older cows, our
milkers, saying it would be easy caring for our girls compared to the
fifteen hundred head he used to handle at the dairy.  Our girls took to him
right away, seeming to know somehow, that he was a good guy.

He met Lancelot, Thor and Mila next.  Lance, per his normal ways, letting
it be known who he belonged too.  Jacob cooing him and telling him he was a
good boy.  "Pardon me for asking," Jacob spoke up as he stroked his hands
over Mila's back.  "Your dad introduced you as his sons?"  He looked at us,
his head cocked to one side.  "I'm sorry, I don't see a resemblance."  Bear
and I laughed.  I began to explain the situation, skirting around the whole
boyfriend issue.  Jacob listened to every word, nodding and smiling as I
told of moving here and who the Stewarts took me in.  "So, boyfriends
then?"  He spoke these words, looking at us much as he had in the barn when
we shook hands.  Bear and I looked at each other, then back at him.  "I see
the rings, and kind of figured what with how you all act together," Jacob
smiled.  "Then your father saying you were his sons and you are not looking
anything like him or Barrett."  "Yeah, he's my boyfriend," Bear blurted out
aggressively.  "What of it?"  Jacob held up his hands in a show of apology.
"I mean no offense.  Just, I operate on honesty.  Makes no difference to
me, what so ever.  Just now, well, now things can be relaxed."  He paused,
looking at us nervously.  "If you are still offering me the job."  I looked
at Bear and knew he was in agreement with me.  This was who we wanted, and
I offered him my hand as confirmation.

As we headed back to inform Pa, we stopped off at the cabin, now fully
finished and ready to be lived in.  Decked out with a small dinette and
chairs.  A large fake leather sofa and matching recliner on the main floor.
The loft sporting a full sized bed and dresser.  Ma had made curtains out
of some old fabric she had from when Bear was a little boy, with horses and
horseshoes printed on it.  "So fancy," Jacob commented as he gave the place
a once over.  "It's like the Taj Mahal!"  Jacob spun around.  Holding his
arms out, he motioned to a small space of maybe six feet square.  This is
what I'm used to," he said.  His head looked back at the rest of the cabin,
then to us.  "I'm going to get lost in here!"

Pa and Jacob finalized the deal.  Pa Lay down the law as to who was the
boss, or bosses as it were, and Jacob nodded at us his understanding.  Then
the moment of truth.  Pa told him the job paid two hundred and fifty
dollars twice a month, plus room and board.  He'd get a day and a half off
each week, and would be allowed time off each year during non-busy seasons.
I sat nervously as Jacob seemed to ponder the offer.  He looked around and
then back to us.  "When do I start?"

Jacob moved in that afternoon and began working that same day.  His
belongings, all contained in one huge duffle bag, slung over his shoulder
as he walked out of the small hotel in town.  Bear and I exchanged smiling
glances, seeing a pristine cowboy hat sitting on top of his wore ball cap,
perched on his head.  At his side, a beautiful German Shepard trotted
along.  "This here is Max," Jacob rubbed the dog's head.  "Raised him from
a pup when his mother abandoned him."  He looked up at Bear and I, "Hope it
won't be a deal breaker having him around?"  We all piled into the truck,
Max sitting on Jacob's lap, facing me.  His long tongue bathing my face in
slobbering licks.  "Yep," Bear chuckled, as he drove us all back to the
farm, "You's gonna fit in just perfect."

Winter was fast setting in upon us.  Jacob did fit right in and we three
became fast friends.  There was a clear divide as boss and worker during
the day, but that relaxed in the evenings.  After the work was done and we
all had cleaned up, the friendship took over.  Clearly a smart young man, I
often wondered, as he helped with our homework, why he never went to
college.  Max was the best-behaved dog I had ever seen.  He was never more
than a few feet from Jacob and lay at his feet when Jacob was sitting.  I
was pleased to see his large, furry balls, still hanging behind him.
Proudly displaying them for anyone to see as he trotted around with Jacob.

Special time with my equine studs was now very limited, as Jacob was always
around.  Bear and I would have to hope he was busy working with Pa or in
town getting supplies when we got home from school.  When he was, We'd
saddle Mila, she hated her riders bareback, and I'd hook a lead to Thor and
lead him off into the woods.  This was OK for now, but the days were
getting colder, so play was limited to stroking and sucking.  Soon we'd
have snow and then nothing could happen outside.  I still wasn't sure what
Jacob's reaction would be, but, I know I caught him fingering one of the
milkers we called Daisy.  I had come in the barn from a seldom used back
door.  I needed a quick route to the bathroom, and this was it.  As I
entered, I spied Jacob over at the stalls where they milked the cows.  It
was too early for milking and was about to ask him what was going on.  I
took another step forward and he saw me.  He smiled and made some excuse
about thinking he'd seen a sore on her mammary gland.  When he leaned down
to point, I could see his other hand moving and his hand slipping from her
cunt.  I had further proof when I walked closer and could see the lump in
his crotch.  Now Jacob had a nice bulge, nothing compared to Bear and me,
but still a nice one.  This lump was clearly hard and bulged bigger than
normal.  I tipped my hat and beat a hasty retreat to the house to do my
"business".  I finally had my proof, as one night, after Jacob had retired
to his cabin, I realized I'd left my jacket in the barn.  I slipped on my
boots and ran the short distance to retrieve my jacket.  On my way back, I
saw the lights on in his cabin and something possessed me to see if I could
catch a glimpse of his manhood.  I lucked out and found one curtain parted
just enough to peek inside.  Jacob was strutting around in a very tight
pair of briefs, wearing nothing else.  He headed to the kitchen area,
followed by Max, who shoved his nose right into Jacob's ass.  Jacob
responded to this by reaching back and stroking Max's head.  As Jacob moved
back into the main room, Max bit Jacob's briefs and began pulling back.  It
reminded me of the suntan lotion where the dog is pulling the kids bathing
suit down.  I could hear Jacob's laughter, muffled through the wall, and
Max's growling as he yanked back, the thin fabric beginning to tear.  With
a final, mighty tug, the briefs shredded and came free of Jacob's now naked
body.  I marveled at his bubble butt, as Max hopped around swinging his
head, flipping his white prize around like a flag.  Jacob turned to face
Max, giving me a good look at his erection as it slapped up against his
tight abs.  His sex tube was short but thick.  Maybe five inches long, but
what it lacked in length it made up for in girth.  His head was the amazing
part, well to me anyway.  It was flatter than I had ever seen and huge.
Larger than his shaft. His balls were pretty normal, being not large or
small.  They looked as if they had already begun to pull up, but that could
also be from his wearing tight briefs too.  I felt my own cock getting hard
in my hastily pulled on jeans, the more I looked at his naked form.  I
could hear him talking to Max, but his words were muffled.  His hand pulled
his cock down, holding it by the shaft and stretching it out from his
crotch.  His head stopping his hand, his index finger rubbing over his big
head.  His legs and crotch were covered in a thick fur. A thick happy trail
rose from his crotch and spread upward to completely cover his pecs.  Small
erect nipples poked from the dark hair on his chest, looking hard enough to
cut glass.  He pulled on his cock again, his head getting darker in color.
His lips moved, I assumed saying something to Max.  The dog stopped his
head shaking, the tattered briefs completely covering his furry head.  He
moved to Jacob, who released his cock, which smacked back against him.  I
smiled as Max began to lap his long tongue against Jacob's balls.  Long
swirling licks, some of which even went up and between his cock and body.
Jacob's sack moving as Max's tongue pulled it this way and that.  Jacob
stood with his legs spread, his fingers working his nipples.  His head
forward, mouth open, eyes focused on Max's licking.  His cock surging and
pulsing with each pleasurable touch of Max's tongue.

I could almost feel Max's tongue on my balls as I continued to watch.  My
cock stretching up past the unhooked button of jeans. My head shiny with my
pre, as it oozed out my slit and over my head.  I made a small squeak as
Bear's hands slide around my waist, pulling me back to him.  I
instinctively reached out to steady myself, my hands bumping the window.
Panic shot through us as I looked to see Jacob pushing Max away, looking
for something to cover his nakedness.  He made a dash for the window we
were looking through, as Bear and I ran quietly and quickly out of sight.
Back in the main house, we watched through the front windows as Jacob and
Max ran out of the house, Jacob only wearing some loose sweat pants.  He
ran about, checking the barn and several other outbuildings before heading
back to his cabin and inspecting the area around the window where we had
just been.

After he had looked about, he turned and looked to the main house.  We were
safe as no lights were lit.  Feeling safe, bear and I stripped off our
clothes while still watching Jacob as he now began to walk towards us.  He
stood some ten feet from the porch, I am sure his mind struggling with what
to do.  He scratched his head and then walked up and knocked on the door.
Bear gave me a shove, sitting me on the couch, as he went and opened the
front door.  I could clearly see his form in the dark, only slightly
illuminated by the big street light on the barn.  Jacob stood there, his
head moving slightly as he gave Bear a quick once over.  "Hey, what's up,"
Bear asked?  His hands coming up to cover his nakedness.  "Something
wrong?"  Just as Jacob was about to speak, Max began barking.  I couldn't
see past them, but by their body movement, figured Max was chasing
something across the yard.  I got up and joined Bear at the door.  "Um,
well, I guess not," Jacob muttered.  He turned and caught his words now
seeing me naked as well.  He struggled to not look, his curiosity getting
the best of him.  "Thought I heard something outside and thought maybe we
had a prowler."  He looked back to the yard, Max racing back by, clearly
chasing a black furry blob.  "MAX!  NO!  MAX, SIT!"  His voice, strong and
commanding.  Bear and I followed him onto the porch, the sudden stench of
fresh skunk spray filling the air.  Much to my surprise, Max ran up to him
and sat at his feet.  Jacob bent and began to sniff his fur.  I moved to
the edge of the porch and watched as the skunk waddled up past the barn,
his tail straight up in the air.  "Dumb shit," Jacob muttered, now rubbing
Max's head.  "If he'd gotten you, oh fucker, you'd be sleeping with him."
I gave a shiver and moved back into the house.  I knelt and stoked the
fire, hearing Bear and Jacob talking and the front door closing.  They
discussed the skunk and how we needed to set some traps to cage them.  I
finished the fire and moved to stand by them.

The room was lit with the glow of the fire, so you could still see around
you.  Neither bear or I made any move to cover our nakedness now.  What was
the point?  He'd seen us so why hide?  Max, completely at home in here, as
he was on the whole farm, lapped at the water in the water dish we had set
up for Chevy and now him.  We continued talking, standing in the middle of
the room when Max sauntered over.  He wasted no time and shoved his nose to
my balls.  I let him nuzzle and sniff, reaching down to stroke his head and
rub his ears.  He moved and sniffed Bear then turned to sniff his master.
Jacob became a bit nervous, shoving Max away.  Bear and I held in our
reactions, playing it off as nothing was happening.  We continued to chat
about the skunk, when Max, being shunned by his master, moved back to me.
He moved in, his snout flipping my cock to the side, his cold nose pressing
against my sack.  I again reached down, absent-mindedly, and rubbed his
soft ears, Jacob's eyes taking in the sight.  "Wanna beer?"  Bear spoke,
moving towards the kitchen.  I moved to follow him, Jacob still sideways
looking at Max as his dog gave my now swelling cock a couple licks.  "Ahh,
sure," he replied as he now followed us into the kitchen.  Bear opened the
refrigerator, the bright light allowing me to see that Jacob was sporting a
major tent in his sweats.  I was glad Max didn't follow us, giving my cock
a chance to calm down.  Bear and Jacob each had a beer, drinking them in
silence, as I just leaned on the counter.

We followed Jacob to the door and were saying our goodnights when Max came
up and gave Bear's cock a long wet lick.  I swear you could see the wetness
of the lick on Bear's shaft.  Max then swung his head to me and swirled his
tongue around my cock.  "Hey, stop that," Jacob scolded.  "Don't be
naughty."  He grabbed Max's collar and pulled him back from me.  "Sorry
about that," he commented, holding Max back.  They left, bear closing the
door.  I stepped to the window and saw as Jacob knelt and rubbed Max's
head.  "You are a so naughty boy."  He looked up at the closed door.  "So
naughty, but it looks like we'll fit in here, perfect."


Nothing was said the next morning about the events of the night before.  We
all worked to get the chores finished then shared a big breakfast, before
Bear and I headed off for school.  I have to admit, I couldn't get the
thought of Max and Jacob out of my mind all day.  Thoughts of us leaving
for school, Jacob watching as the bus drove off.  Him calling Max and them
heading to their cabin.  Clothes flying and Max pleasuring his master.  The
last part, focusing on Max licking Jacob's cock.  I didn't know if Max
fucked Jacob or not, so it didn't play into my fantasy.  It was especially
hot to know someone else who shared our kink for pleasing our animals.  I
know I looked at Jacob in a new light, knowing he was like us.  Yeah, I
know there was already my boys who shared this desire also, JR the most it
seemed, but this was different somehow.  I really can't explain how
exactly, it just was.

We arrived home to find a note on the door.  Seems Jacob was out setting
traps for the skunk and wouldn't be home until dinner.  Bear and I worked
on a couple small projects, readying the barn for the coming winter.  Thor
was missing, as was one of the small pull-carts.  I assumed Jacob was using
it and Thor to set the traps.  Bear and I finished covering the windowless
openings with plastic, and Bear headed to get us something to drink.  I had
just finished putting the tools away when I turned to see Lancelot charging
at me full speed.  I had started letting him run loose in the afternoons.
He was never far from me and I had no worries about him running off.  He
would stay near me and watch what I was doing, getting in a nip to my ass
or a nuzzle to my chest whenever he could.  Now I froze as he charged at
me.  His hooves, metal shoes slipping on the slick concrete floor, his eyes
silently screaming in terror as he lost all control.  His hind end dropped
to the floor causing him to careen to the side.  He let out a loud whinny
just before he slammed into me, crushing me against the wall.  His bulk
formed around me, the force shoving the air from my lungs, as my body
crumpled against his.

He stayed pressed against me several moments, finally shaking his head and
jerking his body up off mine.  He spun and began sniffing me head to toe,
making sure I was OK.  My breath quickly returned and I stroked his head as
he continued to rub his nose over me.  I stepped out from the wall and
hugged him tight.  I could feel his concern and worry and wanted him to
know I was fine and not one bit mad at him.  He pressed his head against
mine giving me this little groan he made whenever we hugged.  He pulled
back and began slobbering my face with sloppy kisses, his breath scented
with grass.  "OK, OK, easy boy, I'm fine ya big goofball."  I released him
from my hug and he pressed his forehead against my chest and pushed me back
against the wall.  His big black eyes stared into mine locking me to his
thoughts.  I could feel his fat tongue as it pushed at my shirt, just above
my jeans, working the fabric open so he could lick my skin.  He pushed down
and his tongue slipped into my jeans, just able to lick my bush and base of
my cock.  I sucked in a breath at the sensation, lifting up to my toes to
give him more reach.  His teeth began to chew at my jeans and somehow, I
don't know how managed to pop the top button.  He sniffed deeply and
grunted.  His teeth gripped the top of my jeans and gave a yank.  The
remaining buttons of my fly popped open in succession, his tongue snaking
in and fishing my cock out.

I let him suckle and chew on my cock for several minutes, his spittle
soaking my balls and jeans.  I held off cumming, fighting the urge to blast
my load into his hungry mouth.  I pushed his head off my cock and kissed
him between the eyes.  "My turn," I said kicking off my boots and jeans.  I
knelt down and pressed my mouth to his sheath opening.  I could feel his
cock inside and his muscles tensing as he tried to keep his cock in.  I
teased him with my tongue, licking over the hidden head of his cock,
tasting his piss.  Lance began stomping the floor as he lost his battle,
his cock pushing out into my waiting mouth.  Sliding it deep, into my
throat.  My lips tight to his thick shaft, his cock pushing me back as more
came out.  I moved to my hands and knees, my butt between his front legs.
As I continued to suck his cock, he began to lick over my pucker with his
fat tongue, making me moan loudly as he shoved it deep into my boy pussy.
His tongue, fucking my hole, was driving his cock deeper, my mouth
stretched as wide as it would go, his hips pushing deeper still, nearly
dislocating my jaw, yet still I sucked harder.  I saw legs walking by, and
heard as Bear pulled his jeans open.  "Got him all loosened up stud?"  I
felt Lancelot pulling his massive tongue from my hole.  Bear got behind me
and I felt as his cock slipped in me with no pause.  His groan of pleasure
telling me he was glad to be in me.  Lancelot stepped back, his cock
pulling from my throat, his flare no longer constricted spread in my
mouth. He gave a throaty shudder and a fast thrusting of his cock.  His
load blasted out and down my throat causing me to choke on his volume.  He
stepped back again, now yanking his cock from my mouth, his next several
shots hitting my face.  His cock began to soften, but still it hung below
him, swaying back and forth as he stepped from over me.

Bear was holding my hips, his body ramming his cock in and out of my hole.
His balls violently smacking against mine.  "Fuck Codester, I love how he
makes your pussy so sloppy.  Hot and loose, feels awesome on my cock!"  He
grunted loudly as Lance began licking his cum from my face.  Bear groaned
again.  Aww, fuck!  Gonna bust my nuts stud!"  His cock throbbed and he
stabbed it into me fully.  His shaft throbbed and his load shot deep into
me.  I could soon feel it as it ran out of me, around his cock, dripping
off my balls.  His hips still thrusting, even as his orgasm subsided.  I
reached for Lances soft member, catching it in my hand, pulling him closer
to me.  I took the still hot and cumy head into my mouth.  I held it with
only my mouth, my hand going to my cock, stroking its hard length.  I
sucked Lancelot's head, wishing he'd shoot me another load when the
thudding of boots drew my eyes to the main entrance to the barn.  Jacob
stood there, a big smile on his face.  Thor to one side, Max to the other.
Thor began to prance in place, his mighty cock slowly dropped as he happily
watched the scene before him.  Max's head turned to one side then back to
the other as he seemed to be trying to understand what he'd been seeing.
Almost as if for effect, I let lance's cock fall from my mouth before I
quickly grabbed it and started sucking again.  I made sure to moan as I
sucked it back between my lips.  I wanted Jacob to know I loved what I was
doing.  "Well, well, well."  Jacob moved closer, Thor following, his cock
sliding down into view.  "Seems I found the skunk who's been peeking in my
window at night."  He patted Bear's shoulder and ruffled my hair.  "Don't
think I didn't know kid.  I know you caught me fingering the milker.  Saw
the look you gave me and the bone it made in your pants.  Your timing was
off, though.  Should have come in a few minutes later.  You would have
caught me balls deep."  He squatted beside Lance and me, taking Lancelot's
cock and worked in back and forth in my mouth.  "Do you think I left my
curtains open by mistake?  Hell no.  I needed to know if you were of the
brotherhood or not.  I got my answer seeing you letting Old Max lick that
cock of yours?  Yes, sir, I knew right then we all played."  He ruffled my
hair again, leaning back on his knees.  "I don't want to barge in and
ruffle feathers.  So you boys have to agree to it or I can just walk out
right now and we continue like it was before
 ."  I felt as Bear withdrew from my ass with a sucking pop.  I let
Lancelot's cock fall from my mouth, as I rolled from under him, his
attention focusing on Thor now.  Max had come up as sat next to Jacob, the
tip of his red rocket poking from his furry sheath.  Bear leaned on a
support beam, his jeans around his thighs.  "We're game, but we need to
have clear boundaries.  What with you working for us and all."  I nodded in
agreement.  "Well we already have a sort of agreement, well as far as being
friends goes," Jacob replied standing up.  "I just don't want to start
anything and end up having issues slapping us in the face.  I know you guys
are together and don't want to be a third wheel."  "I think as long as you
remember that Bear and I are together and that we only play together, we'll
be fine.  Nothing forced and no holding it over our heads."  We all shook
hands at this.  Jacob admitted to being Bi.  His only experiences sexually
were with females and yes, also Max.  It was with Max that he knew he had a
thing for males but had never experienced anything.  He confessed to being
a bottom only and had no desire to fuck a guy.  His passion lay in sucking
cock and getting rammed.

We continued to talk, sharing stories, as we settled the horses.  It was
clear to me that we were done with them for the night and Jacob was wanting
to get to the house and explore this new side of his sexuality that he now
found access too.


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