Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2016 16:59:47 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 44

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!


***** - "Better take care of my briefs, boy.  Better be wearing them
tomorrow too."  He laughed loudly pointing at the briefs I wore.  "Trust
me, I am going to check and make sure."

Chapter 44

We woke to the eerier silence of winter.  I stood looking out the front
windows, the predawn light, showing we'd gotten nearly a foot of snow and
it was still falling.  A strange voice came from the kitchen.  Some man was
talking about school closures and delays.  Following his voice, I headed
back to the kitchen, finding Bear listening to the radio.

He sipped his coffee, his head nodding slightly with each of the many
announced closings and delays.

"Governor Carrol Regional School District, Closed."  Came the final
announcement.  Bear pumped his fist.

"That's us, babe!  No school!"  He turned to look at me, a big smile
forming on his lips as he saw I was still wearing the black briefs from
last night.  He walked over and rubbed my crotch making me instantly hard.
His lips crushed to mine as we began to make out, his own boner rubbing the
still wet fabric against my hardness.

He pulled from our kiss, holding my face, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Gotta admit something."  He kissed me again, "You and I done some playing
and it never bugged me.  Fact is I love seeing ya getting dicked cuz I know
ain't none of um got anything on me.  But last night."  He shook his head.
"Last night was the first time I got like jealous."  I opened my mouth to
speak, but he put his fingers to my lips so I couldn't.  "Nope," he shook
his head again.  "I'm so cool bout it stud. Like it was just some quick
thing then bam, gone."  He kissed me lovingly, his hand rubbing my cum
soaked briefs.  "Sides, I'm hot for this new thing we got going on."  I was
ready to drop to my knees and suck his cock when the front door opened, and
Jacob called out asking if we were up yet.



Done with my part of the chores, I watched as Lancelot, Thor and Mila
romped in the new snow.  They frolicked and rolled, chasing each other
around.  I turned to see the plow truck belonging to a neighbor come
rumbling down the long drive.

He made quick work of the fallen snow, pushing it to side areas where no
one ever parked or drove.  The large, curved blade scraping along the
gravel drive and areas between the houses and the barn.  We exchanged
friendly waves as he did his work, Bear and Jacob joining me on the porch,
as most boys, fascinated watching men and equipment working.

He parked, setting the huge blade on the ground, and walking over to where
we all still stood, carrying a long metal thermos.

"Morning fella's," he cheerfully greeted us.  "Help a neighbor out with
some coffee?"  I took his thermos and quickly returned with it full.

"figured I'd come by and give you an early plow."  He turned to survey his
work.  "Paul, liked me to come and hit it early and then come back after
the storm was done."  He turned back to Bear and me.  "I've been plowing
for Paul for near ten years now.  I know he's gone and you boys are taking
over.  I am sorry for your loss.  I was gonna come and introduce myself but
this here storm done beat me to it."  He swept his arm at the freshly
plowed yard and drive.  "This one is on the house fellas.  What you see
would cost you twenty-five a storm, with one clean-up if the storm
continues and dumps more than two inches."

Bear and I looked at each other, now faced with our first major decision.
I looked to Mr. Cote.

"First, thank you for coming and plowing us out.  That was very nice of
you.  We will think on your offer and give you a call later today if that's
OK?"

"I think that's fine, boys.  Tell you what."  He took a swig of the coffee
in his thermos.  "Their saying we'll get another two to four inches by
tonight.  How about I come back say, around five and we talk about it?" He
held out his hand and we both shook it.



A bit later, Pa showed up and took Jacob and Bear back to Pa's farm to help
clear snow.  I stayed at our place to get some chores done on my own.

I stripped to my briefs, well Jacob's briefs actually, and set about
getting laundry going and making our bed.  I was in the middle of vacuuming
when my dad called.  It was mainly a checkup, to see if we were OK from the
storm, but it lasted much longer.



I lay on the couch as we chatted about everything.  It was as if all our
bad history was gone or never happened.  He lavished me with praise at
every opportunity and several times, even had me blushing.  He never
brought up our past issues and I did not prompt him to do so either.

"I take it you're alone?"  Dad's voice softer as he asked this surprising
question.

I admit, this question took me by complete surprise.  So much so, and so
relaxed I was talking to him, that I almost blurted out: 'yeah I's just
laying here in some dudes cumy briefs'.  I had to bite my tongue to stop my
lack of control.

"Mhm, he's over at Pa's shoving snow."

  "You must be because you are not as guarded as you are when Barrett is
around."  He chuckled softly.  "What are you doing all by your lonesome?"

I fought the urge to tell him I was just lying on the couch in some sexy
briefs, rubbing my crotch, talking to him.  I told him I had some house
chores to do and that it was easier to do them without Bear around.  Dad
laughed at this comment.  A laugh like he used to do with me, back before
our issues.

"Now if memory serves me right," he began still chuckling.  "I seem to
remember a cute, stocky boy, Vacuuming in nothing but his underwear."  His
laughter subsided, his voice taking a more reminiscent, almost seductive
tone.

"Not me," I stammered, remembering him catching me on many occasions doing
chores in my boxers.  His silence, as always, making it impossible for me
to lie or hide things from him.  "OK, OK it was me," I groaned.  "Just
don't forget that stocky boy caught you checking him out too."

"Cute," dad said.

"Huh?"

"Cute stocky boy.  You left off the cute part."

"Oh, well I didn't think I was cute back then."  I nearly whispered.

"Well, I did.  You were cute and I was proud of my son.  Not as much as I
am right now, but I was."  Dad and I both fell silent for a minute.  My
mind was swimming with what to say.  Finally, I broke the quiet.

"Thanks."  I paused again, "You'd take that back if you...  Never mind."

"What?  If I what?"  He paused to let me continue, and when I didn't, he
spoke again.  "Cody?  Are you there?  Please tell me."

My mind was wondering and I felt uncomfortable.  True we'd made progress in
our relationship but if I saw this how I think I was, I didn't want the
baggage to come and weigh us down.  I pushed all thoughts of me telling him
my feelings.  Of finding his cum rag.  Of how I was laying on the couch in
nothing but briefs.  Someone else's cumy briefs.  How boned I was talking
to him.  How much I wanted to cum right this minute and wanted him to hear
me.

"Nah. It's nothing, really.  Just me being stupid."

"Now listen here kiddo," dad's voice with a soothing tone, "I know you and
me have had some troubles, but one thing that I've always admired about us
is that we can talk about anything."  He chuckled.  "Especially when we
were in the middle of our bad time.  Why now, when things are going well
for us, do you think you can't tell me what's on your mind?"  Oh, he was
good.  He had a way he could always get me talking, but not this time.

"I don't want to do this on the phone.  Next time you're up, we can talk."

"Well, I was thinking about coming up after work, for Thanksgiving.  It's
really why I called.  Well, that and because I missed you and hearing your
voice."  He cleared his throat.  "Would that be OK?"  I couldn't hide my
excitement.  I actually squealed when he said that.

"OK?  Hell yeah, it's OK!"  I was happy to have any chance to see him and
work on us getting back to what we had before.  "You'll come up after work?
So you'll be here like around four?  I'll have your room ready.  Oh, I
gotta go food shopping too, and, and..."  I could hear dad laughing really
loud on his end.

"Yeah depending on traffic, sometime around four.  Don't do anything
special for me."  He chuckled evilly, "I remember how you used to keep your
room."  He then went on a stroll down memory lane, reminding me of my messy
room and him having to go in searching for dirty clothes to wash.  "Oh, the
things I found on those adventures!"

"Yeah, OK daaaaad," I groaned, not wanting to hear of the slob I used to
be.  "I think I can remember."

"Do you," he jested?  "The three hampers I set up?  The ones you never
used?  Colors, whites and towels?"  I could hear the playful tone in his
voice as he continued.  "No, you just tossed everything around your room.
Made good old dad go looking for everything.  Smelly socks and skid marked
boxers even.  Let's not forget the face cloths you used to clean up with,
after special times, hmm?"  His voice changed slightly, becoming, I don't
know, seductive?  "I remember finding a lot of those."

"OK, OK, stop," I begged him.  My cock throbbing as I remembered all the
times I jacked off as a kid.  "I'm sure you dirtied towels too, so just
shut up."  We were both laughing now.

"Well, actually, since YOU brought it up, I never needed to waste clean
ones.  You left me more than enough to use."  His voice changed again.
Soft and reminiscent.  "I especially loved the really fresh ones."  I
couldn't help it.  Before I knew what was happening, I moaned loudly.

Sorry guys, it just came out.  I mean the thought of him spooging on the
same things I did?  HOT!  The thought of him wiping his cum slicked dick
with the same rag I had used to clean my dick?  Super-hot.  I could
envision him finding one I had just used and the smile on his face.  I had
to stop there because when I started to think of him jacking off with my
cum rag, I needed to cum myself, right then.  There was a pause from both
of us.

"Sorry," he murmured.  "Maybe that was too much information to share?"  I
now faced a huge dilemma.  Do I freak and say yeah too much info, thus
ruining any chance for maybe something later on?  Do I admit to him that
his son is a freak, and how horny he has made me today?

"No, it's cool.  Maybe too much for over the phone, but..."  As much as I
wanted to grab my cock and cum right then, I forced myself not too.  "Maybe
we need to save this for another time?"  I spread my legs and released my
cock from the tight confines of the briefs I was wearing.

"Agreed, as long as we are still cool.  Are you OK?  Still buds?"  Dad
asked a noted worry in his tone.

"Oh, I'm fine, yeah best buds."

"Well, I am sure you have things to do, so I'm going to hang up.  I'll see
you on Friday.  Love you Cody."

"Love you too dad," and we both hung up.



I told Bear about the call as we lay in bed, later that night.  I confessed
my joy as well as my fears.

"I think it's hot babe."  His arms around me, tight.  "I think it shows how
far you've both come."  He kissed the top of my head, as his hands slid to
my cock.  "I think any son is lucky if he and his dad can share something
like that."  His hand stroked my cock as the fingers of his other hand
pinched my nipples.  "Sides, your dad is hot and he's luckier cuz he's got
a stud for a son.  Just play it by ear and take it slow.  Yeah, it seems
from what you said, he's ready and willing, but, I don't want you to get
hurt."  He rolled me over to look at him.  "Don't want you guys fucking
things up between you just for a piece of ass."  He kissed me tenderly,
squeezing my cheeks.  I pulled back and looked at him.

"We're all alone," I whispered.  "Make love to me."  I rolled off of him
and onto my back.  I pulled at him with my hands, wanting him, no needing
him to come lay on me.  "I want us to be like in the beginning, just you
and me.  Take me like only you can.  Make love to me as only you ever
will."  I kissed him as he moved over me.  "Don't stop until the sun shines
through the windows, then do it all over again."



Bear kissed his way from my abs, around my cock and balls and over my
taint.  Lifting my hips, he used his strong thumbs to spread my cheeks and
lick my twitching hole.  He wasted no time and began to tongue fuck my
hole, spearing me with his fat tongue.

I only saw him in my thoughts, as he lifted me to rest on my shoulders, his
strong arms holding my legs apart.  His face pressed into my crack as he
moaned loudly eating my boy pussy.  I was sure, anyone within ten miles
could hear him as he sucked and slurped.

Then again, I was not church mouse quiet either.  My moaning was forceful.
My pleads were demanding.  I begged him to lick me deeper and suck my pussy
harder.  Bear complied with my desires, doing just as I asked, his teeth
now nibbling at my pucker lips as my cock drooled sweet pre.

Leaving my hole, and I dismayed, Bear lay on the bed and pulled me to kneel
over his head.  Once I was there, he pulled me down on his face, my ass
sucking at his mouth.  I leaned forward and grabbed his throbbing boner.
He quickly batted my hand away then with a handful of my hair, kept my head
back just enough so his cock only brushed my lips.  His cockhead painting
my lips with his pre.

"Give me your fucking cock damn it!"  I growled at him in sheer
desperation.  I heard him grunting into my ass, feeling his mouth moving as
he seemed to be trying to talk.  I attempted to pull off his mouth, but he
used his whole body to keep me where I was, his cock now beating against my
lips.

I was out of control.  Slipping into a fog of passion and pleasure.  The
taste of his pre o my lips and tongue, the feel of my cock humping against
his strong, firm chest.  The feel of his hungry mouth as he continued to
eat me.  All this plus the feeling of total love I had for him, drove me
over the top.  I pushed my ass back hard against his face.  I rose up and
ground my hole on his mouth, his tongue as deep in me as it ever had been.
My cock, dark red in color throbbed and blasted my load down and over his
naked body.  Bear groaned into me again, his cock sticking straight up, his
cum spurting up, nearly to the ceiling, raining down on us both.



We were a total mess.  Covered in each other's cum, and soaked in sweat.  I
fell forward, our bodies smacking wetly together.  Bear's cock softening,
now laying against my face.  He continued to munch my boy pussy, clearly
loving my hole on his mouth.

I sucked his cock into my mouth and sucked his head.  Bear let out a soft
moan, and I tasted his hot pee as he let it trickle, just a bit into my
mouth.  I savored his hot nectar, my mouth sucking his head like a baby
sucks his mama's tit.  I moaned, letting him know I wanted more, and he
granted my wish.

Bear's piss flooded my mouth and poured down my throat.  He controlled his
flow, letting it gush out and then stopping it, making sure I got every
drop.  I constantly moaned as I drank his hot liquid. Not wanting it to
ever stop.  This was the ultimate admission of my love for him.  He was my
mate and I gave myself freely to him.  I was his as he was mine.  In his
arms, through his embrace, I found the love I had sought for all my life.

I drank him dry and finally felt him kiss my pucker as he was now done his
feasting.  He pulled me to lay back on him, my head beside his.  He wrapped
me in his arms and legs and we quickly fell asleep.



I was in the kitchen making coffee, the radio quietly squawking a new,
longer list of school closings.  I took my coffee and headed for the living
room, drawing back the drapes to see another foot of snow blanketing the
ground.  The wind had picked up and swirled fallen snow with the snow that
still fell, causing a near white out.

This was nothing new to me, I grew up only sixty some miles to the south.
The difference was this was snow country.  When they got a couple inches
down where I grew up, we got a foot or more here.  Travel thirty miles more
north and they would get close to two feet.

I headed to our room, seeing bear still sleeping.  Snow or not, school or
not, we still had chores.  I let him sleep a bit longer, heading to the
bathroom to take my morning piss.  I passed on a shower, not wanting to go
out with wet hair and get sick.



With no school again today, we headed out into the storm, taking our time
to do our chores.  It puzzled me how warm the barn was when it was so cold
outside.  There were two heaters, infrared, mounted up above the doors at
each end, but we never turned them on.  The tack room and the utility room
each had an electric heater mounted on the wall, which turned on when it
got cold, but the doors to these rooms were kept shut.

The cows were kept to one side in a large pen.  They had their own door to
go out and graze through.  The horses we tended too, and when it got cold,
we put special blankets that were more like big coats, on them.
Surprisingly, all the animals preferred to be outside no matter what the
temperature.  This is in no way a complaint from me.  I loved all our
animals, even the shit squirting devil birds most call chickens.

Every animal had its own personality, and each craved its own special
attention from me.  This was a bond that formed over time.  In the
beginning, they hardly paid me any attention.  The cows, knowing I sucked
at milking, avoided me with a passion.  The pigs, well I think they took
offense to me calling them bacon, sausage and pork chop and the chickens
just chased and pecked at me.

Now, they all seemed to love me.  The cows, especially Gerdy, now came to
me for rubs and pets.  Gerdy seemed to want to help me learn the right way
to milk her.  Let me take my time getting her milk.  The pigs actually
responded to the new names and now even rubbed on me when I cared for them.
Then there were the chickens.  They, well, they loved me by pecking at me
and shitting all over my boots.  I returned love to them by feeding them
out of an old KFC bucket.



It was about eight when our chores were finished.  I was just making sure
everyone had plenty of water as Bear and Jacob headed out to shovel paths.
Mr. Cody, the plow guy, had been through about seven.  He plowed us good
and gave a shout he'd be back tonight to clean it up.

I took our horses and was turning them out into the pasture.  Lance and
Mila were off like race horses, tromping around in the new snow.  Thor
seemed a bit reluctant.  He sniffed at the snow and then sauntered back up
to the barn.

I got him in his stall, talking to him, asking if he felt alright.  I
checked his eyes, which sparkled like Lancelot's did.  I opened his big
mouth, looking for anything wrong.  His big slimy tongue flicked at my
face.  I rubbed his head and neck, checking for sores or anything out of
place, nothing.  I loosened the buckles holding his cover blanket on and
slid up between it and his warm body.  It was a snug fit, but I liked being
this close to him.

I slowly checked his back and side.  Running my hands over him.  I put my
ear to his belly and listened, yep so far so good.  I made my way behind
him, the cover blanket really pressing me to his ass, my face rubbing
across his crack, his big black pucker winking at me.

"Don't even think about craping on me shithead," I scolded him as I watched
his rubbery hole contract and expand as my face passed by it.  I moved
around to his other side and then knelt under him.

I was concerned about him and wasn't even thinking sexually.  I felt his
huge nuts and rubbed his sheath.  Coming around to face the opening, I ran
my finger up and down the puckered opening.  Still nothing.

I remained as I was, and stroked his tummy.  I was facing his sheath, but
not really looking at it, if that makes any sense.  I suddenly felt his
tummy rumble as I rubbed it.  Thor made a groan and his weight shifted as
he stood over me.  I rubbed his tummy again, a bit harder, and he groaned
louder.

He shifted his hooves again, the very large feet thudding on the floor.
Another grunt, this one lasting the whole time I rubbed back, my face
nearly pressing against his sheath.  I heard a wind sound, followed by a
huge fart.

The suddenness of the gaseous explosion caused me to lurch forward, my
hands catching his back legs, my mouth tight to his sheath slit.  Thor
leaned forward, his sheath swallowing my face, the sounds of a massive shit
hitting the floor.

I tried to move but how he was standing had me bent just right and I was
trapped.  I could feel his soft cock head against my lips, which I now
worked over the musky end.  Thor grunted again, his cock moving in his
sheath against my mouth, and again more shit hitting the floor.

Thor relaxed back but quickly leaned forward again, more shit.  The head of
his cock was now in my mouth a couple inches.  I honestly don't think
either one of us was thinking sexy thoughts.  His cock was not at all hard,
nor as mine.  I think his melancholy attitude was due to him being
constipated and his mind was focused on finishing the massive dump he was
dropping.

I didn't want to startle him so I remained just as I was under him.  Yeah,
I continued to suckle the end of his cock which he seemed to be controlling
and not dropping any more than the few inches he already had.  He continued
to do that rocking motion, standing regular then leaning forward.  I went
with him, not sucking his cock, but more so holding in my mouth.



Finally, after several more poops, he seemed to be done.  I could sense him
relaxing and could feel his belly become less firm.  I pulled off his cock
which remained out two or three inches.  Thor turned and nickered his deep
nicker looking at me.  The tiniest trickle of pee escaped his cock, his
head nodding at me.  I gave him a smile and took his hot cock head back in
my mouth.

He again controlled his flow.  Never letting it fully gush out, and
starting and stopping as I drank his awesomely sweet, golden nectar.  I
drank my fill, patting his tummy when I was full.  He completely
understood, stopping his flow while I slowly slid my mouth from his cock.

I moved to face him, holding his head as he finally let go full stream, his
remaining pee flooding the floor, his big head nuzzling me.

"Feeling better big guy?  Were you all plugged up?"  I could feel his
sighing breaths as I caressed his head.  "Thanks for the drink stud, I
really love how yours tastes."  He moved his head and looked first at
Lance's stall then back behind us out the open barn door.  "Easy big fella,
he's not here," I cradled his head in my arms.  "This will be our secret so
no squealing on me OK?"



When he'd finished peeing, I moved around to his ass.  Fuck was he ever
plugged up.  There was a huge pile of shit on the floor.  I checked his
hole and spotted a little blood.  I used my hanky to dab it up, cleaning
his pucker.  When no more blood appeared, I leaned up and kissed his
rubbery hole, right square in the middle.

His muscles made his pucker move like it was kissing me back, his hips
lowering slightly, moving back against me.  I held the kiss a few moments
longer, his pucker sucking my tongue like a tiny cock.  I had a moment of
thought, where my mind freaked that I was tonguing a horse's ass, but it
wasn't bad.  Very earthy and grassy.  I know Thor was enjoying it as he
kept wiggling his big butt, pushing me back to the stall wall.

I was getting into this new side of pleasuring my horses when Thor moved
forward.  So into tongue fucking him and licking his pucker that I fell
forward.  Thor's hind end broke my fall, but I still landed rather hard on
the floor.

My head cleared to see eight hooves stomping around me.  Lancelot was here
and clearly not happy.  I could tell he thought Thor was either forcing me
to please him or was hurting me.  Lancelot was the stud and I was his human
lover.  He shared me with Thor, but clearly he felt he needed to be there
when anything happened.



Unafraid of either animal, yes, yes, I know stupid, but I knew neither
animal would hurt me intentionally.  I rose up from under them and soothed
Lancelot.  I knew he didn't understand my words, but I still spoke to him.
I told him Thor had been sick and I was only helping him as I would if he
was ill.

Funny as it may sound, I think Lancelot understood.  He inspected the pile
of shit and sniffed Thor's ass.  I was a bit shocked when Lance suddenly
mounted Thor and sunk his cock deep in his ass.  Thor grunted and pushed
back, showing he was willing to take it.

Lancelot moved me to make sure I got a good look at his thick horse cock
plowing deep into Thor's ass.  Each thrust, a forceful shove, driving his
cock almost balls deep into the big guy's tasty pucker.



Lancelot finished quickly, pushing off Thor's ass, his cock softening
quickly.  He moved to keep his dangling cock from me, roughly moving me
with his head to stand behind Thor.  Lance pushed his nose to my head and
mashed my face against Thor's cummy ass.

Fuck, you don't need to tell me twice.  I grabbed Thor's butt and began
licking my stallions cream from the rubbery lips of my big guy's winking
hole.  I expected to be gushed upon by the huge load I knew Lancelot shot,
but as when Thor pee'd for me, his ass only gave me small amounts to enjoy.

Lancelot was right there, his nose sniffing beside my face as I moaned,
licking and sucking the twitching ass he'd just plowed.  I continued
licking and tongue fucking my beautiful draft stallion, using my fingers on
each side of his hole. Pushing and pulling, fingering him as I shoved my
tongue deep inside.



I admit I was beat when I had finished.  I staggered back to the wall, only
now seeing Jacob and Bear, both with cocks in hand, jacking off as they
watched me.  I was about to speak when Lance literally knocked me to the
ground.

Oh hang on, it wasn't done in a mean way.  He'd just caught me off guard.
I actually laughed at him as his stepped over me to make sure I was OK.  I
could see the guys, stroking their cocks as Lancelot, with his usual skill,
had my jeans open and was slobbering over Jacob's briefs I still wore.

I let him slobber over my packed pouch, his tongue licking all the goodness
out of the fabric.  Thor stepped back, Lance guiding him with snorts and
knickers.  His massive cock hung down low and dragged over my face.

As I took his unflared head into my mouth, I pushed my briefs down letting
Lance gobble my cock into his hot mouth.  I huffed in surprise when Thor's
cock head flared out as soon as it was in my mouth.  He never got super
hard.  I only sucked him a short bit when he began to drool a hot load of
cum into my mouth.

I heard the boys moaning as Thor's load oozed out of my mouth, my eyes
looking back to see them, knees bent, cum shooting from well-beaten cocks.
I groaned as another huge drool of Thor's sweet cum filled my mouth, my
cock now shooting my load into my stallion's hungry mouth.



I crawled from under Thor, Lancelot making me grab his halter and pulling
me up.  He bathed my face in his signature kisses, then led Thor from the
stall and out to the pasture.  I looked at my boys and to myself.  Our
cocks hung limply from open jeans, balls drained of cum.

"Leave it to you, to make every male around jealous," Bear said putting his
arm around me.  He kissed my cheek and quickly pulled away, spitting
repeatedly.  "Fuck me, whys that fleabag gotta slobber all over you like
that?"  Jacob patted Bear's back as he passed us heading to his cabin.

"Marking his property."  He gave us a quick glance.  "Just letting you know
that if you want his boy mare, you're going to have to go through him."  He
laughed as he trotted off, stuffing his junk back in his jeans.

I looked at Bear as we walked through the snow to the house.

"Yeah?  Well, I got the glue factory on speed dial..."

There wasn't much of anything else for us to do, all our chores were done
till evening.  We decided to change and head up to Conway and go food
shopping.  We made quick work of changing and packed ourselves into the old
truck, it's four wheel drive our lifeline if we got stuck.



As we left the food store, Bear pointed to another store just across the
parking lot.

"We need to go there!"

I looked to see a neon sign, which made the still falling snow seem to glow
purple. - 'UNDIES'





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To find out more about the Author of this story and his other stories and
published books; just visit his website - www.littlewolfpublishing.com The
eBook Bark at the Moon - Coming of the One and Army of the One - Bark at
the Moon book 2 is available at most eBook retailers (Amazon, B&N etc.) and
at smashwords.com - a printed softcover edition is available through my
website listed above.

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Little Wolf