Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2014 23:57:20 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm Boy chapter 7

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This story contains sex between consenting teens and family members and
takes place on a farm so use your imagination.  Yes you read that right,
and this chapter gives some graphic details on that.  So if that offends
you, do not read any further!  Enjoy!

City Boy Farm Boy

*** "OH HOLY FUCK - I'M GONNA DIE!!!"

Chapter 7

I clutched his mane tightly, my legs and feet squeezed his sides as he
headed for the fence.  Bear and Kenny came bolting out of the barn,
barefoot and like me only dressed in their jeans.  Their arms were waving
franticly while the yelled for Lancelot to stop.  I resigned myself to my
fate, I was going to die, right here, on this fucking farm, in the mud.

My body was stiff with fear and I was beginning to have trouble staying on
my steed.  Lancelot snorted, to me as if he was saying 'trust me'.  For
whatever reason, my body relaxed.  My balance restored, I once again began
moving with his body.  As we neared the fence, I leaned forward as
Lancelot's head lowered.  Then it happened, we were up in the air.  My mind
was clear as we went up and over, all seeming to be in slow motion.

We landed, Lancelot making another wide circle, slowing us, me still
sitting up on him.  I punched the air with my first, my yells of success
joining Bear and Kenny's as Lancelot trotted a circle around them.

"Holy fuck city boy," Kenny said, "you done become a fucking cowboy ovah
night or something?"  I flung my leg over and slid form Lancelot's back,
Bear throwing his arms around me, swinging me in a circle, his lips mashing
to mine.

"Holy sheeat Codester, I though you was dead for sure!"  He bathed my muddy
face with more kisses showing his relief.

"I was terrified at first," I admitted to them openly.  "Then it was like I
just knew to relax and let him do what he needed to do."  I stroked
Lancelot's muzzle.  "I somehow knew he wasn't going to hurt me."  Lancelot
rubbed his face on my chest giving me a snort.  He nibbled lightly on the
top of my jeans, my cock stirring, hardening at this attention.  I lifted
his head, giving him a kiss on the nose.

"When I learned to jump," Kenny said, "I ended up on my butt so many
times."

"They call it beginners luck," Mr. Stewart stated as he walked towards us.
Dressed in a long black raincoat, his old, nearly worn-out cowboy hat
drooping in the rain.  "You OK kiddo," he asked laying his calloused hand
on my shoulder.  I nodded I was and he smiled.  "I gots to say, that was
pretty good ridin boy, nice form.  You sure you ain't ridden before?"  He
cupped my chin, looking down at me.

"No Sir, he's my first."

"Well, don't be getting all cocky now and thinking this is something you
can do all the time, ya hear?"  I nodded, his words busting my bubble.  "Go
on boys' git in the house and git cleaned up and dressed, Ma's got
breakfast waiting," his hand smacking my wet ass, giving it just a little
squeeze.  We headed to the house, Mr. Stewart taking Lancelot in the barn.



"Stop!"  Bear's mom yelled at us from the kitchen.  "There's old towels by
the door, you boys strip off them wet things and leave um right there.
Then you clean them muddy feet.  I see one foot print in my clean house and
the switch will find y'alls butts."

Trust me we listened.  Even being a city boy I knew just what a switch was.
My grammy use to make me go cut my own.  Oh hell and if she didn't like the
one I brought, she went and got one herself and then would give me five
extra whips with it.  Bear wiped my legs and feet and Kenny followed us
upstairs wiping away any traces we left.  The door to the bedroom opened a
crack;

"Boys you be quick and grab a shower to warm up and clean off.  DO NOT tell
your dad I turned the water on, or he'll give ME the switch." Mrs. Stewart
chuckled.  "I left fresh towels by the tub for you all."  She then closed
the door and headed back down stairs.  We each made quick use of the
shower, I myself taking the longest as I was the dirtiest.  When I got back
to the room, the guys were in sweat pants and shirts and had heavy socks
on, all brought to us by Bear's mom.



As we ate we overheard Bear's dad talking to him mom, telling her just how
wet we'd been and that he didn't want us out as the front was moving in and
it was turning cold.  He went on to tell her about me and Lancelot and how
half nakid and bareback I jumped the pasture fence.  She commented on how I
seemed to have a way with him and how maybe I was some kind of Doctor
Dolittle.  The guys all chuckled at this reference as we began to help
clean up.

Later as we lay about playing Monopoly in the living room, I realized just
how smart Bear's dad was.  I could feel the effects of being out in the
rain for so long, and was glad to be able to just stay in and be warm by
the fire place.



Damion made his grand entrance just after lunch, soaked to the bone, his
truck had a flat and after making the switch, realized his spare was flat
as well.  I prepared myself, as I think everyone did for an afternoon of
Damion's attitude.  He stripped as we had in the front hall and just before
going up, he walked over to where we were all sprawled out.  I felt kind of
bad.  You could tell how cold he was, as he shivered and his teeth
clattered together.

"Hey boys, um, I'm gonna grab a hot bath and get some sweats on.  Maybe I
can join you after?"  His tone was nothing like I had thought.  I was
reminded of last night at the quarry and how he seemed like a kid.  We all
agreed, and Bear told him that their mom and dad had gone into Conway
shopping.

"Go on," Bear said, "Git in the tub, I'll grab you some sweats and they'll
make coffee for you."  I hide my expression as Damion reached over and
mussed Bear's hair.  As he stood and started to leave;

"Hey, no coffee make us all some hot chocolate guys.  Bear will show you
where mom keeps it."  He left and we could hear him running his bath and
Bear fetching him the sweats.  Kenny and me stoked the fire and headed into
the kitchen.



Kenny was lost, I mean for being all cowboyish and smart with his horse and
everything, this boy didn't know the first thing about a kitchen.  I found
the coco mix, old school chunk chocolate you melt in hot milk, and got it
heating, telling him to keep stirring it so it didn't scorch.  I was
pouring it into cups when Kenny finally spoke.

"I was mighty impressed how you jumped that there fence today boy," he said
nudging me.  "I, ah, couldn't help but notice the ah, lump in yer britches
when Lancelot was a nuzzling you either."  I froze hearing this.  "Oh relax
city boy, it ain't the first time I seen you getting all hot and bothered
around that big stud.  Don'cha worry yerself, I keep it secret."

"I don't know what you're talking about bud," I chuckled, my hands starting
to shake just a bit.  "I was boned because Bear was macking on me is all."
Kenny made a mocking face, feigning his acceptance of my explanation.

"Oh, OK.  I gots ya.  So not even a lil hitch in yer pecker feeling that
big boy nibbling at-cha meat?  Not one thought about maybe, oh I donno,
letting him go on and really nibble at it?"  He had this huge smile and
turned just a bit, my eyes drifting down seeing his sweats tenting, his
cock stretching them out.  "S'OK, I gits it," he began plunking marsh
mellows into the cups.  I could feel my face blushing, and could not look
at him.  He nudged me again chuckling; "hehe, I fucking knew it.  Big ol
perve like me ain't-chya?"  I nodded quickly.

After assuring myself that Bear and Damion were still occupied upstairs, I
filled him in quickly on my two encounters, Kenny listening, hanging on
every word.

"I fucking knews it city boy, and seems Lancelot knews you was a cock hound
too."  He then went on to tell me quickly some of the fun he'd had with his
stallion, Ollie.  How there ain't a farm boy around that ain't tapped a
willing 'friend' in the barn.  Saying that his best friend back home always
said ya can't knock it till ya tried it.  "Does, Barrett know you done it
yet?"

"Yeah, I told him that same day."

"Dang it, that bugger never said a word to me about it," Kenny joked.  Our
conversation cut short as we heard Barrett and Damion coming back down
stairs.



We all must have fallen asleep.  Last thing I remember was how cuddly Kenny
and Damion were getting as we played Monopoly.  When I opened my eyes,
Mr. Stewarts face was looking down at me.  It was dark, except for the fire
light coming from the fire place.  He was laying me on a couch,
surprisingly right next to Barrett.  He rubbed my head as he pulled a
blanket over us.

"Hey kiddo, shhh, go back to sleep." He whispered to me.  He gave Bear a
kiss on his head and rubbed my chest, his rough fingers stroking over my
nipples.  "Night boys."  I didn't wake again until morning.



The awesome smell of bacon cooking was wafting around as I sat up rubbing
my eyes.  I peeked out the window and could see it was still raining.
Damion and Kenny lay spooning on the floor not far from where me and Bear
lay on the couch.

"Where you think yer goin," Bear groaned as his warm hands slide onto my
chest, pulling me back.

"PSSST," Damion hissed at us, "They're right I there," his head nodding to
the kitchen.  I couldn't see Bear's reaction, but it pissed Damion off,
separating himself from Kenny.

I was about to throw off the comforter when I realized I was naked.  I felt
around and realized both of us were naked.  I looked over at Damion and
Kenny and by the look on Damion's face knew they were naked as well.  Our
clothes were neatly folded and sacked nearby, but the question lingered,
who undressed us?  Like I said, I remember playing Monopoly, and falling
asleep.  The house was warm, and we all still had on our sweats.  My mind
raced, had Bear's dad stripped us all naked?  I then remembered how he'd
rubbed my chest and his fingers played with my nipples.  I forced these
thoughts out of my head as I could feel my cock swelling.



Breakfast was delicious as always.  All of us scarfing down huge amounts of
grub and juice.  Chores were next on our list of things to do and we set
about doing them in the fastest way possible.  Damion was the boss, but
there was no attitude.  He pointed out that since I sucked at milking, I
could muck stalls.  Kenny could dish out the food and he and Barrett would
milk.  We were all kicking back, enjoying a smoke break when Mr. Stewart
and Kenny's dad walked in with several teenagers.

Seems these were all members of some four H group or something and were
going to handle the chores the next two days.  Bear and Damion were told to
show them around and list out what needed to be done and when.  I was told
to get Lancelot, Mila and Abu, Damion's horse, ready to travel and set all
their tack out for a weekend trip.  Kenny was going back to his place and
would return with the trailer to load up the horses and tack.  Kenny
actually jumped up and kicked his heels;

"Huuuu-eeeeee, boys, we's going up to Cooper's spring!" He turned and ran
out, leaving everyone laughing and me bewildered.  He ran back in all
bow-legged, right up to me slapping his hand on my chest.  "Boy you got's
thirty minutes to gits ready, ya hears me city slicker, thirty minutes," he
stood there looking at me for a second or two.  "Boy, I says GIT, HA now
HA, HA," He spun on his heels, his hand smacking my ass hard.  He left us
again, this time acting like he was riding some invisible horse.

I was confused, but everyone else was in high gear.  Mr. Stewart worked
with me getting all the tack I needed for our horses, and that was a lot of
shit!  He was patient and took his time to explain what everything was and
how it went on.  The tack room was not a large place, and on several
occasions we bumped and rubbed as we passed together to pass by each other.
I was stretching to reach a headstall when Mr. Stewart pressed up behind
me, I could feel his cock pressing tight to my ass.

"Here kiddo, let me help you get that down."  I froze at this contact,
hoping no one saw.  Nothing more was said about.  I mean he didn't like
hump me or try to give me a reach around.  He just lifted the tack from the
hook it hung on and when I had it in my hands he moved off to get more
stuff.



Kenny arrived in his truck, pulling a large fifth-wheel horse trailer.  We
worked hard loading the horses, tack and food, splitting it between Kenny
and Damion's trucks.  Mr. Stewart came out and handed Damion, Bear and me
each a rifle.

"Boy's y'all need to watch for bears and bobcats, OK?"  He handed me my
gun, "You ever shoot before boy?"  His hand taking the gun out of its
leather case.

"Yes sir, my dad taught me to shoot when I was a kid and I've been hunting
with my neighbor back home."

"OK, well the boys are gonna make sure you can.  Listen to um and maybe
you'll learn something."  He then gave me a hug and ruffled my hair.  "Take
care of my boys ya hear?  Specially that one there," he nodded to Barrett,
"he's sweet on you.  God knows why, you's nothing but a big ol pain in my
ass."  He laughed and smacked my butt telling me to 'git'.

After, he hugged his boys, whispering something to each of them before
Mrs. Stewart came up hugging and kissing us all.  With a wave and a shout
of 'see ya boys Sunday', Kenny drove us out onto the road, Damion in his
own truck, planning on meeting us there.

Kenny explained that where we were going was property owned by some rich
flatlander doctor and his wife.  They boarded horses at his farm and would
come up every couple of months in the spring, summer and fall, to spend a
week or so.  They would call and he would go up and open the cabin and hot
springs.



The drive took us just over an hour, but we made it.  Bear jumped out and
unlocked this huge gate which we then drove through.  Kenny parked the
truck and we began unloading the horses and supplies.  I set to getting the
horses saddled while Bear and Kenny loaded the pack horse with all our
gear.  Damion showed up just as we were finishing, again I worried about
his mood, thinking that this could go badly if he was not happy.  My
worries faded as he jumped out of his truck, grabbed his crotch and
shouted;

"Yeee Haaaw boys!  Gonna be a hot time up at them springs."  He rubbed his
crotch, "MmmHmmm, yes sirie, gonna be some funny walking boys when we git
back!"  He walked over and stuffed some items he must have bought into his
saddle bags, then tied the rifles his dad had given us on to our horses.
"OK city slicker, you gots to show me you can shoot."  He set up a couple
of soda cans on a stump and handed me my rifle.  "Go on boy, just try hit
um, without hittin us," he said with a look that told me he thought I was
about to make a fool of myself.

Kenny and Bear came over as I handled the weapon as I had been taught while
hunting with my neighbor down home.  Loading it with five shells and
pulling to my shoulder.

"Sights are off," I stated flatly, "That's OK, I'll still give it a try."

"Off my ass boy, whatcha know about shootin damn sissy city boy."  I handed
him the gun and he raised it, taking a shot.

"Miss, wide left," I stated holding my hand out for the gun.  I pulled it
tight and tried to compensate for the off sight.  I squeezed the trigger,
BAM! The can on the right exploded, soda mist erupting in a huge cloud.

"Well fuckin shit me britches, boy knows how to shoot." Damion grumbled
pointing at the other can.

"I never said I couldn't," as I cleanly picked off the other can of soda.
To Damion I was now a punk, but to my boys I was a hero.  I made a slight
adjustment to the rear sight and handed the rifle back to Damion.  He
grabbed it and took one last shot at a can laying on its side.

"Hit," I called out.  He lowered the weapon and examined it.

"Daddy ain't gonna believe this when I tell him.  Who eve-a heard of some
city boy knowing how to shoot like that?"  He handed me the rifle back and
walked away.  On one side, I was happy I'd knocked him down a few notches,
but I felt bad too.  What if this had been a way he and I could bond.  Him
thinking he had this knowledge that he could share with me.  Now I'd punked
him.  Ripped that chance right off the table.  'Eh, fuck it' I thought,
'deal with it bitch', I thought as me and the boys headed back to the
horses, little ol' me, king of the day.



The ride to the springs was long.  The trail was narrow and winding, making
us ride single file.  Damion followed me bringing up the rear with the pack
horse.  It was quiet, until Damion let out a big sigh;

"OK city... er, sorry, Cody, I gots to know.  Where'd you learn to shoot?"

"My neighbor back home, Bud, is an ex-Army ranger.  He's been taking me
hunting since I was like twelve."

"Oh," was his dejected reply.

"Yeah, before he even took me out he taught me a lot.  I had to know the
gun I was going to use.  Then we went to the range and he taught me how to
shoot."

"Yeah OK but how did you know the sight was off," he asked moving right up
behind me.

"I saw the mark on the sight slide and knew it had been bumped or moved.
So I adjusted how I sighted with my eyes."  I tried to not sound cocky, but
I don't think I did too well.  Damion fell quiet and fell back.  "I'm OK at
still targets, but can't hit shit if it's moving."  I looked back, his
expression telling me he thought maybe there was something he could teach
me.



Finally we broke through the dense forest and entered a large clearing.  A
ramshackle shack sat to our right, and two large steaming pools to out
left.  There was a lean-to off to the side and beside it, bales of hay
covered in canvas.  Kenny dismounted and smacked his horse to make her move
on.

"Welcome to the springs," his arms gesturing wide.  "Let's stow the gear
and bed the horses.  Then we hit the springs."  We followed his directions
and soon had everything done.

The cabin was rustic, but set up with some modern comforts.  No TV or
electricity, but there was an old refrigerator which Kenny loaded with a
piece of dry ice to make it cold.  The bed was super big, but was the only
one.  I looked around and realized one very important thing was missing.
The bathroom!

"Um, wheres the um..."

"Shitter?"  Damion chided me.  Kenny and Bear were laughing as Damion lead
me outside.  "Ya just piss where eve-a ya want, just pick a tree.  Then,
when ya gots crap," he wrapped his arm around me and lead me behind the
cabin.  A small wooden building stood just inside the tree line.  "Ya come
back here and cop-a-squat," he opened the door, the stink of old poo wafted
out at us.  There was a roll of paper hanging on the wall and a small
wooden bench with a hole in it.  "Don't mind the stink, we gots some stuff
to put in there to make it nicer."  I stepped in looking down through the
hole and saw a deep pit with a massive pile of crap.  This was going to be
so much fun...  NOT!

"It ain't that bad," Bear said slapping my chest.  "You'll get used to it.
It's called roughing it, and I so know you likes it rough, don't-cha?"  He
hugged me from behind, his crotch humping my ass hard.



At Kenny's direction we set about getting the hot springs ready,
reconnecting an already existing piping system.  These pipes fed water from
the stream to the two tubs, which looked like gigantic halves of wine
barrels. The hot springs water could then be regulated to whatever
temperature you wanted.

"Git in right now," Kenny explained, "and ya be like one them chickens my
ma, dunks in hot water to get off the feathers".  Bear and Damion went off
to gather wood, as this was one of the taskes we needed to do while we were
here.  Kenny put his arm around my waist, "Ya git in the hot one, an ya
soak an soak.  Then Ya get out and ya jump in that there deep spot in the
crick.  Then ya hop back in the hot one.  HUUU-EEEE talk about a shock.
That there git yer nuts doing jumping jacks." He exclaimed rubbing my abs.



He and I saw to the horses, making sure they were comfortable, watered and
fed.  As soon as I approached Lancelot, he began to drop his cock, nodding
his head at me.

'SHH", I cooed to him, rubbing his head.  "Too many people around for
that."  I took the curry comb to him, working it over his body.  This
always seemed to relax him.  As I worked back, his cock hanging under him,
he nickered seductively at me.  Taking a quick look, I saw Kenny grooming
his horse, his back to me, speaking softly to his animal.  I looked back at
Lancelot and his big brown eyes were looking at me.  He emitted a low sigh,
curling his lips back his fat tongue sticking out.

I knelt and realized I could see Kenny's legs as he continued with his
horse.  I brought Lancelot's cock to my lips and kissed his hardening
member.  I used my tongue to lick over his sensitive head making him
shudder.  I was quickly rewarded with copious amounts of his pre-cum, as it
began to flow freely from his cock.  I sucked on his head, eventually
taking about six inches into my mouth.  It tasted musky, but I didn't care,
I loved how he tasted and wanted his cum.

Lancelot thrust his mighty hips trying to get more of his cock into my
mouth and throat, but that wasn't going to happen.  Pulling back, and
keeping my head just slightly away, I allowed my horse stud to do his
thrusting, fucking my mouth, although not the full length.  I tickled his
piss slit with my tongue, causing more and more sweet pre to flow out of
him.  I looked over and did not see Kenny where he had last been.  I
Panicked!  Looking to my side, my eyes focusing on boots and Jeans.
Pulling my sight back, I now focused on Kenny, standing there, his cock
hard, showing clearly in his jeans.

I was trying to pull off Lancelot's cock when he thrust hard, his flared
head swelling in my mouth, his cum blasting out, filling me, squirting out
of my mouth around his cock.

"Yeah city boy, suck that load..."



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