Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 13:19:44 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 9

The usual disclaimer apply.  This is intended for adults over the age of
18, and may not be reproduced without the author's written permission.
This story contains sex between consenting teens and family members and
takes place on a farm so use your imagination.  Yes you read that right,
and this chapter gives some graphic details on that.  So if that offends
you, do not read any further!  Enjoy!

City Boy Farm Boy

*** "Take one more swig, go-on," he nearly whispered as he turned to face
me.  "I'll give ya a lil help with it."  He reached out and took my cock in
his calloused hand.

Chapter 9

I nearly choked as his hands caressed my swelling cock.  His hands were
hardened by years of hard work, yet they felt soft and gentle as he lifted
my teen balls and very slowly lowered the waist band of my sweats.  I was
hard by now, my cock pulsing in his grip, I leaned back on the cabin wall
for support.  His manipulations of my cock and balls, making it hard to
stand.  I could feel the heat coming off his cock as it hung near my hand.

"Nice pecker kiddo," his breath fragrant with pipe tobacco.  "Good set a
hangers too," he commented as his other hand now fondled my balls.  It was
as if he was weighing them, feeling how heavy they were; rolling each one
back and forth over his fingers.

With his other hand, he used his beefy fingers to slide my skin back
exposing my cock head.  Touching a finger to the tip he pulled back, a long
string of my pre still connecting them.  He lifted his finger to his mouth,
sucking my boy juice from it.  Mr. Stewart repeated this action, swirling
his finger over my head and then sucking my juice off it.

"Mmm, ain't nothing like the pecker juice of a hot young stud."  He gently
tucked my junk into my sweats, giving my cocl several slow strokes.  "You
OK son," he asked, as his hand lifted my face to look at him.  I nodded, my
breathing labored.  "OK, I will never do anything to make you feel
uncomfortable or hurt you in anyway, ya git me?"  I continued to look at
him as I put his hand back over my crotch.  He chuckled, "Easy there kiddo,
I ain't wantin to be stepping on my boys toes.  He's got it bad for you,
and I don't want to come along and hurt him."  He gave my cock a nice
squeeze, "Maybe sometime..."  He fell quiet as we could hear footfalls
inside, heading out.  He took a step back suddenly nervous.  I reached out
and touched his chest, my hands sliding down to his cock, Feeling it in my
hands for the first time.  Stroking its length, wanting to drop to my knees
and suck on it.  I pulled his sweats down, putting his cock back in side.
Mr. Stewart chuckled;

"You sure know how to make an old buck like me feel special, don-cha boy?"
His eyes were lustfully locked to mine.  He cleared his throat, the reality
of the moment hitting us both.  Waves of guilt slammed into me as I
envisioned Bear coming around the corner, seeing me with his dad.  The fear
of him and his anger as he walked away.  I looked back up at Mr. Stewart.
"Kiddo, you just quit thinking whatever it is you be thinkin.  My boy loves
you to death, aint nothing gonna change that."  He pulled me into a
headlock, his lips kissing the top of my head as he dragged me with him,
moving us out into the rain over to the tubs.

"Strip boy," he demanded.  "Wrap yer clothes in my coat to keep um dry."  I
did as I was told, Mr. Stewart striping off his sweats as well.  "Come on
boys, time to get relaxed and have a sip of this here whiskey," he called
back to the guys as they emerged from the cabin.  He stood there waiting as
they all stripped and tossed their stuff under his coat.

I was sitting between Damion and Bear, with Kenny across from us when
Mr. Stewart finally got in.  Damion quickly moved over towards Kenny
leaving the only space for his dad next to me.  With a chuckle he sat back,
his arms up on the sides, as the bottle of whiskey made its way around.



No one got drunk, but I'd say everyone was feeling very relaxed by the time
we decided to head back inside.  Kenny and Damion were the first ones out,
running fast through the rain, into the cabin.  I was next, taking my time
to climb out, hoping there was enough light for an inspection of my ass.  I
waited as Bear and his dad climbed out and together, after Mr. Stewart gave
a smack on my butt, we too, ran inside.

Damion and Kenny were already bedding down on the floor as we walked in.
Mr. Stewart took one last drink of whiskey and moved to the bed, where Bear
was already lying down looking at me.

"Well come on kiddo, git your butt in bed, its lights out time,"
Mr. Stewart said as he patted the middle of the bed, "Come on, I don't
bite."  Every one began to laugh at this comment, "I just nibble."  He
scrunched his face and clicked his teeth quickly together.  The room filled
with laughter.  I smiled and climbed up between him and bear, who I
snuggled up to as soon as the lantern was turned off.



Mr. Stewart was soon snoring like the big bear he was.  Laying on his back
with his arms up over his head, the covers pulled just up to his waist.
Barrett held me in his arms, his hips humping his cock against my ass.

"Stop," I whispered, "Your dad is like right here."

"So?  I am so hot for you right now, I need to make love to you."  Bear
began nipping my neck as his fingers found my nipples and began teasing
them.

"No, we have to wait.  What if he wakes up and catches us doing it?"
Secretly hoping he would.

"Well he can just get in fucking line.  You belong to me."  Bear slid one
of his hands down to my hard cock.  "Oh, what' this?  I think you like the
idea of my dad pounding yer ass."  I froze, did he know?  Was he mad?

Bear was kissing my neck and ear, his hand slowly stroking my cock.  He
rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, my legs splayed on the sides of
his.  Bear's cock pressing up and back against my balls.  An Audibly loud
'click' told me he was ready to lube me and moments later I felt its slick
coldness between my cheeks.  I helped, with my legs, as Bear lifted my
hips, his cock sliding between my cheeks and finding my hole.  I wriggled
in his grip working his cock into me, trying not to moan.

I raised up so I was now sitting on Bear's cock and began to fuck myself on
his cock as he lay there.  The thrill of us fucking with his dad right next
to us, was a huge turn on to me and from what I felt, Bear was loving it
too.

I pulled off Bear's cock so I could turn to face him.  I loved him making
love to me while we kissed.  We were so hot that neither one of lasted very
long.  As Bear filled my ass, I unloaded on his chest.  I returned to his
arms, facing his dad who was still snoring.  Soft whimpers from the floor
telling us Damion was making good use of Kenny's ass.  Their love making
lulling me to sleep.



I was the first to wake up.  I was sandwiched tightly between Bear and his
dad.  Mr. Stewart's face was pressed to the top of my head, my face buried
in his forest of chest hairs.  Bear was behind me, his arms around my
waist, face to my neck, his cock jammed between my cheeks.  One of
Mr. Stewart's furry arms crossed over my hips and straining to look back, I
could see it cupping Bear's sexy ass.  His other hand was between us and
was loosely holding both our cocks together.

I could feel his hand moving ever so slightly.  A slow firm squeeze.  A
light soft stroke along our shafts.  His breath warmed my head, as he
continued to sniff my hair and his lips as he kissed my head.  I could
smell his scent; that man scent that made me melt.  I inhaled as I
stretched in their grasp, my cock moving in his grip, a slight moan
escaping his lips.  Bear shifted, his cock sliding between my legs, his
hand drifting down to where his dad's held mine and his cocks.  I braced
for the outcome when Bear realized his dad was playing with me, but nothing
happened.  Were they both still asleep?  Was Mr. Stewart dreaming of being
in bed with his wife?

"God damn, what time is it?"  Came Damion's groggy voice from the floor.
Mr. Stewart gave one last kiss to my head and rolled over, his feet hitting
the floor with a thud.  Bear snuggled tighter against me.

"It's time to git yer lazy butts outta bed.  Go on git, we got a lot to
pack up and do be-fer we head home."  I sat up as he stood and stretched,
his cock clearly hard, the wrinkled skin over his head glistening with
wetness.  He strutted to the door and swung it open, his piss gushing
forth.  Slowly, one by one, we all took a turn pissing out the door and
getting dressed.  After a breakfast of coffee, we began loading up and
getting ready to leave.



It was just noon when we started down the trail single file.  The ride was
slow as the trail was slick and steep, but we eventually made it down.
When the horses were loaded and settled, we drove back.  I was surprised
but happy to see my sister's car at Bear's house when we pulled up.

I waved to her and Mrs. Stewart as they chatted on the porch.  I did my
part helping to unload and release the horses, before going up and meeting
my sister, Mr. Stewart following me.  He patted my back as we stepped up,
then pulled me close;

"Got yerself a fine young man here Pastor."  My sister smiled, giving me a
hug.  We talked about the upcoming parade which was two days away, and how
I was going to be riding Lancelot.  The Stewarts made the invitation for me
to stay on until after the forth, and my sister seemed a bit reluctant.

"I don't want to push him off on you folks," she said.  "He can be a
handful, trust me."  The Stewarts laughed, Mr. Stewart grabbed my belt and
roughly pulled me so I was laying over his lap.

"S'alright Pastor, He ain't so big and tough that I can't whoop some
manners in-ta him."  His hand smacked my butt.  My sister laughed at this
as I stood back up, Mr. Stewart ruffling my hair.  "He's a good kid Pastor.
Works hard and the animals seem to like him."

"So do the boys," Mrs. Stewart added.

"That's what I said Ma, the animals seem to like him," again everyone
laughed as I blushed.  Bear came up to join us saying hello to my sister.

"Barrett," she turned to him, "Would you mind terribly much if Cody stayed
here a few more day?"  His face clearly showing his excitement.

"REALLY?  WOO-EEE!  Hot damn, yes...."  He fell silent as the adults all
looked at him.  "Um, scuse me Reverend, um... er.  No mam, I think that'd
be just fine."  His sudden change making the adults smile.

"Well then off you both go, there is a bag in my car with some things for
him."  Cody and I raced off as the adults continued to visit.



Later as Bear and I were unpacking my stuff, his mom making room in his
dresser for my things;

"This is silly," she said off handedly.  "You boys are so close in size she
didn't need to bring more clothes.  Y'all can just share.  That'd be
alright Barrett, no?"  Bear seemed to become embarrassed quickly.

"Yeah ma, it's OK.  Um you don't need to do that, we'll gits it."  She
smiled but ignored him, continuing to refold my underwear and tucking it
all in with his things.

"You boys go on, I'll finish up.  Go on git."  We were about to leave when
she hugged us to her, smothering us with kisses.  She gasped suddenly,
pulling back and holding up a finger for us to wait.  She ran out and we
could hear her fussing about in another room.  "Y'all, close yer eyes, now.
Got um closed?"  We told her we did.  "OK open um, tell me what ya think."

In her hand she held a cowboy style shirt, Black with pearl snap buttons.
Over the left pocket was stitching that spelled my name is fancy letters.
She then turned the shirt around and on the back was an American flag sewn
on it, which covered the whole back side.

"Awe Ma, its great!"  Bear stepped up and looked at it closer.

"You made that?"  I was stunned.  "Made it for me?"  My eyes were wet as I
looked at it realizing it was better than anything you could buy in the
store.  I ripped off the shirt I had on and she helped me put the new one
on; smoothing it out as she spun me around checking the fit.

"Might be a bit long," she commented, tugging the bottom part that hung
over my crotch.  "Barrett likes his that way.  I just used one of his
shirts as a pattern for this one."  She kept looking it over, tucking it
into my jeans like she was my mom.  "Besides, you two are just so... damn
it, now just look at that."  She took my hand and led me down the hall into
a room I'd not seen yet.

This was her sewing room.  Piles of different fabrics were stacked on
tables.  Two different body forms stood to the side, one a woman and one a
man.  A large sewing machine stood on a table near the middle.

"I couldn't find any fabric like the shirt you boys had, so I made this
instead."  I looked to a table and saw scraps of the black fabric discarded
to the sides and sketches taped to the wall, roughly showing the design she
had drawn. She continued to fuss with how the shirt fit on me, making some
marks with some kind of soap or something.  Muttering about taking it in
here and doing something else there.  "I do hope you like it," she said as
she finished her examination.

"Like it?  Oh Mrs. Stewart, its awesome!"

"Now none of that Mrs. Stewart nonsense, You just call me Ma, like yer
side-kick," she said touching my cheek.

"My Ma, master of the sewin machine," Bear hugged her tight, me joining
him, crushing her in our arms.

"Ya, ya, enough boys, now go on git, I gots work to do."  Her voice stern
as she waved us away.  We let her go and ran from the room.  "HEY," she
scolded, stepping into the hall after us, her hand outstretched as if
asking for something.  "Shirt?"  A large smile crossing her face.  I
chuckled and quickly stripped it off handing it to her.  "Well?  What are
you waiting for, a dang cookie?  I said git, shoo, go on..."  She moved us
with her hands and we ran back to Bears room to get my shirt.



Bear and I were lounging outside the barn in a huge pile of discarded hay
and alfalfa yacking away about the new shirt his mom had made me, and the
parade coming up.  Suddenly Mr. Stewart's body crashed down from above,
between us.  The force of his landing sending us into a tumble, hay and
whatnot, billowing up around us.  He roared and growled as he attacked us.
His hands tickling us, grabbing our belts when we tried to get away.

We were a tangle of legs, arms and hay, as we rolled around together.
Somehow we ended up with my face pressed to Bear's groin and Mr. Stewart
between my legs, his crotch pressing against my ass.  I froze and slowly
looked up at Bear who was laughing hysterically until our eyes finally met.

"Chill babe," his fingers picking hay out of my hair.  "If it were anyone
else back there I'd be all kinds a pissy."  He smiled at me, "That's me
dad, so I'm cool if yous cool."  I was stunned, curious, but stunned.  Had
my boyfriend just told me he was OK with his dad fucking me?  Sure and shit
sounded that way.

"I'm just a horny bugger, looking to play a bit," Mr. Stewart chuckled as
he rubbed my butt.  "But boys, I ain't gonna force nothing.  You wanna help
the old man out, sweet, but if you think it's too freaky, say so.  I still
gots me hands."  He tickled me as he said this, making me laugh.  His hand
pushing and rubbing my face on his son's crotch.  I looked back up at Bear
who still looking at me with a sexy smile.  He shrugged at me with a wink.

"Up to you baby.  I think it'd be kinda hot, know what I mean?  Sides I
already know he was holden yer dick this morning," he flashed me a devilish
smile.

"So, um... like right here?  Out in the open?  What if your mom sees us?"
Bear looked back at his dad.

"Kiddo, I loves my wife to death, but she had some, well female problems
when my boy here was born, that, well took her desire to have sex away, an
no, not here, in the barn."  I took his answer and did not press for more
information.

"You're gonna be there, right," I asked Bear, who quickly nodded he was.
"Then I'm OK with it."  Mr. Stewart stood up and slapped my butt.

"Go on then, git them sweet cheeks up in that there loft boy, for some
darned fool comes a nosin about and seeing what he don't need seeing."  I
followed Bear up the ladder attached to the side of the barn.  Where he
quickly pulled me to kiss him once I stepped into the loft.

"Don't be doin this if yous don't want to babe, OK," he stated.  "Don't be
doin it just to make me happy."  I nodded.

"I'm OK, I just don't want to fuck anything up between you and me."  I held
his face as I kissed him again.

"Nope, yous my boy, my sexy as fuck city boy.  Ain't no one taking you from
me.  Not even my bad ass daddy.  Nope, you belong to me.  'Ya git me boy',"
his voice mimicking his dad's, who appeared at the top of the ladder as we
continued to make out.

"Now much as this here old man gets a rise seeing you to a neckin, I see
far too many clothes still on ya."  He stepped up on to the loft floor,
legs spread; hands on his hips, huge bulge in his jeans.  "Lessen things
have changed I best be seeing me some hot naked boys in that there hay over
yonder," his head nodding to the mounds of hay.  Bear and I made a hasty
retreat, leaving a trail of clothes along the way.  Mr. Stewart sauntered
up throwing us a huge blanket to spread out.  "Now I ain't looking for no
lovey dovey bull crap, just wanting to get off is all, y'all git me?"  As
he spoke he ripped his shirt open, the snaps popping with an audible pop,
exposing his furry chest.  He muscled his belt open and was reaching for
his jeans when I moved up and stopped him.  "Alright kiddo," his voice
soft, his big hand stroking over my face.  "Go on, git to it."

I popped the button and pulled his jeans open, his strong musk hitting me
hard.  I wriggled his jeans down to his knees, his enormous hard-on bobbed
in front of me; its long skin slightly pulled back.  I could feel him
watching me, both of them watching, as I opened my mouth and slowly suck
his cock in.

"Oh fuck kiddo," he moaned, "Yeah boy oh fuck that feels good."  His hands
continued to caress my head as I worked to take more and more of his cock
into my mouth and down my throat.  He was so fat my mouth stretched wide to
take him, pulling his skin fully back.  "Son, go git me that there pussy
grease we use on the mares.  This boy's gonna be a tight fuck, don't want
to tear him apart first go."

"OK daddy," came Bear's boyish reply as he rushed away.  I loved hearing
Bear talk to his dad like a boy, it was sexy and cute.

I continued to suck Mr. Stewart's cock getting it nearly three quarters
down before gaging.  He was so gentile and caring, his hands were rough but
his touch was soft.

"Easy kiddo, not many can suck my big daddy pecker all the way," his hand
cupping my chin as he slowly pulled it out.  "That there is eleven inches
of man cock boy, and it's been a waiting for you e-va since I laid eyes on
ya."  He eased his monster back into my mouth.  I don't think this gentle
giant knew how much he was turning me on.  "I see you strutting about,
wiggling that fine sexy ass a yers around," he began pushing his cock
deeper, not hurting me.  "Then I catch you and my boy fucking around.  I'll
let him fill ya in, but I told him that I wanted a crack at that ass."  I
was really only half listening, more focused on his wonderful cock in my
mouth and his bitter juice he'd begun leaking on my tongue.

Bear came back with a can of some kind of goop, which looked like the
shortening my mom use to cook with.  Mr. Stewart told him to get me ready.
Oh my god I almost came hearing that!  I mean just the thought of being
with both these hot men at the same time was pushing at me hard, turning me
into a blob of jello.  Bear was his always gentile self, but I could feel
from him a need to impress his dad.  I could tell he wanted his dad to be
proud of him.  I felt him as he worked this new lube stuff in my hole, his
fingers making me moan as he worked one then three in and out of me.  I
felt his hands on my hips as he began to push his teen cock into my ass.

"Fuck Codester, you is so tight."  His movements pushing more onto his
father's cock into my mouth.

"Come on my special boy, gits him all lose for yer dad.  Pop a nice load of
yer sperm in him so I can slide my pecker in deep."  Mr. Stewart was
leaning over me a bit.  I am not sure what he was doing, but he was
touching Bear somehow.  "Yeah son, give him your sweet juice.  Hurry up
boy, yer dads getting hot from his mouth."  Bear began fucking me hard, his
hips slamming against mine.  "That's it boy make love to yer mate.  Give
him what you gots in your sac.  Fill him up with your sweet as honey boy
cream."  Mr. Stewart's voice was low and gruff, but you could hear the love
he had for Bear in his tone.

"Daddy, pinch um harder... please," Bear groaned, as his cock throbbed and
his cum sprayed into my hole.  Mr. Stewart pulled his cock from my mouth a
volley of spit and his pre juice drooling from my gasping mouth.  I tried
to get him back in me, wanting his cock to fill it with his cum, but he
moved away.  Bear and I fell to the hay, his cock coming out, still
throbbing, was beating against my balls and thighs.

Mr. Stewart scooped me into his big beefy arms, his chest already covered
in sweat, his muck stronger than ever.  He set me a top some stacked bales
of hay on my back, pulling my legs around him.

"Barrett," he called out, "Come here boy and give this sexy filly something
to suck on.  I knows you gots more in them big balls a yers."  My own cock,
harder than ever, was flopping around, my pre oozing down my dark colored
shaft.  Mr. Stewart looked at me, "Cody, you gots to tell me if I am
hurting you son, OK?"  I lifted my head, Bear's cock which had then
suddenly appeared over my face, smearing lube and cum across my lips and
face.

"FUCK ME," I growled at him, a huge smile crossing his lips.

"Easy there stud, I will, but we gots to take it easy.  Can't just slam my
daddy cock into your boy pussy.  I gots to easy it in," he began working
his head over my hole.

I was going crazy.  I had never felt so sexual in my life.  My men moved me
so my head hung back over the edge of the bale, which allowed Bear to just
slide his cock into my mouth.  I was reaching down, gripping my cheeks,
pulling them apart, Mr. Stewart pushing forward.  Hot searing pain surging
through me, my ass feeling like he was tearing me in two.  His calloused
hands stroking over my body, his voice cooing to me;

"Easy kiddo, relax.  Yer gonna be fine, give it a moment and it will pass."
He stopped moving, letting me get used to his size, then ever so slowly he
pushed in a little deeper.  Bear pulled out of my mouth and began kissing
me, whispering to me how much he loved me and how sexy I looked as his dad
fucked me.  I groaned as Mr. Stewart pushed deeper still.  "You ready?"
His voice so soft and gentle, one hand taking my cock, the other grabbing
my tight balls and pulling them back as he shoved the remainder of his cock
into me.  The full length pushing and rubbing against my special spot.

"I'm gonna cum," I cried out, Bear's mouth covering mine, trying to keep me
quiet, as my cock erupted, blasting my teen boy cum everywhere.  Each shot
I swear I could feel from my balls through my cock.  Everyone hitting with
a loud wet smacking sound.  I was lost, my mind swimming in thoughts of
lust and passion.

New lips kissing mine beside my loves.  Hot breath bathed my face; and a
tongue that tasted like whiskey, snaked into my mouth.  I felt as though I
was cumming again as I looked to see Mr. Stewart kissing me.  His teeth
biting my tongue, my lips, as his hips continued to grind his cock in me.
His massive load filling my ass, squirting out from around his cock.



I felt him easing himself from my hole, his cock leaving a great emptiness
inside me.  Their mixed loads running from my stretched hole, down my
crack.  I was covered in cum.  He lay me on the blanket and Bear lay next
to me.  I loved him so much, his body and touch a comfort.  I saw his dad
standing there like a huge sexual bear god.  His cock hanging, shiny from
the lube and his cum.  A smile on his face.  Never in a million years did I
think this big country man would accept me and his son being together.

"Best parts coming Codester," Bear whispered, kissing my ear.  A sudden hot
wetness along my shaft making me lift my head to look down.

"Oh fuck," I moaned seeing Mr. Stewart licking my cock.  His tongue swirled
around my head as he sucked my cock into his hot mouth.  His mouth cleaned
my shaft and head, moaning as he tasted my boy juice.  His head bobbed up
and down making such erotic sucking noises.  I was still horny, still
wanting more, but the shocking thing was I went soft while he did this.

Pulling off my now limp dick, he moved up and began eating all the cum from
my body.  His tongue licking, his mouth sucking loudly as he ate.  He
continued to moan and groan as he worked to get every drop.  Bear was next
to me, cradling me in his arms.  I watched in awe as his dad leaned over
and sucked Bear's cock into his mouth.  Bear gripping me tighter as it
happened.  Mr. Stewart began sucking him hard and fast, Bear submitting to
the feelings, pumping his cock into his dad's mouth.

"Gonna cum daddy," Bear moaned.  "Awe fuck daddy, here it comes!"  I
watched as Mr. Stewart suck just his sons head, Bears shaft throbbing with
each shot, his dads throat flexing as he swallowed.



After we had recovered, and Mr. Stewart asking if I was OK for the
millionth time, he asked if me and Bear if we wanted some alone time or if
we felt up for a swim?

"CODY...  BARRETT?"  Kenny's voice called out from the yard.  "HEY, you
guys about?"  Me and Bear smiled, our friend was here, then shock hit us as
we realized the state of our undress, panic set in all three of us, as we
heard him climbing the outside ladder.



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