Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 14:12:45 -0500
From: unicorn@fgi.net
Subject: Farm Hand 2

As we all know, according to law, nothing concerning sex can possibly
happen before one is 18 years of age so this is a complete fantasy. 
Sure it is!  Therefore, if you are less than 18 years of age you won't
even be able to see this print, right? Hah!

If you should like, the author....unicorn@fgi.net...will be happy to
hear from any pleased and/or stimulated readers...;-). Naturally, flames
will be ignored.

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                          The Farm Hand 2

	Things went along on the farm about like usual.  Plowing, cultivating,
harvesting, animals bred and born. We were growing right along with the
animals and the crops.  I was overjoyed one day to discover a redbrown
pubic hair to go along with my lengthening, thickening boycock.  Of
course, Sam was looking better and better every day. He wasn't bulky -
he was just filling out like 'teen boys do when they work hard and play
hard.  Besides all the work we had to do all around the place, he was on
the wrestling and track teams.

	During the winter it was wrestling and during the spring it was track. 
We, the family, tried to get to the matches and meets but that was
sometimes difficult for the adults since wrestling was usually on
Saturday mornings and track was just after school.  Farmers usually
can't take off at those times since they are working.  My dad got to
some of the wrestling matches.  He knew how much Sam appreciated it
since none of his own family ever showed up for anything like that.  And
of course I wouldn't have missed them for anything.  The sight of all
those hard bodies in those body clinging wrestling singlets provided me
with many hours of happy fantasy.  Sometimes I had to miss a match when
there was something that I really had to do at home like haul hay to the
cattle or something.  I really hated to miss one of those matches.

	By now, Sam was about 5'8" and 140 pounds and all hard meat, perfect
muscle tone, and, at least it appeared to *me*, velvety skin.  Let's
face it.  I had a terrible crush on Sam.  As who wouldn't?  Just picture
in your mind, five feet eight inches and 140 pounds of delicious boy/man
meat with a sunny disposition, quickly learned good manners,
consideration for others, and an appreciation for, but not in any
fawning sense, the improvment of the quality of his life.  He worked
hard like the rest of us and justly deserved to be treated like one of
the family.  My parents thought he was a good 'example' for me and that
suited me just fine.

	I'm sure you can already begin to imagine what was lurking in my
recently expanded pubescent mind. My buds and I had been poundin' our
little puds since about first grade and finally, we had reached that
wonderful day.  YOU know what day I mean.  The day when there we were,
having a bout of recreational jerkoff and the first one of us,
stimulated by the skin slidin' back and forth over his cockhead - most
of us farm boys were uncut - as well as the stimulating sight of about
three other hard pieces of boymeat all getting flogged, when *miribilis
dies*, IT happened.

	Deep down in the innermost, deepest part of his being something more
wonderful than ever before began to happen.,  It started out with a
tingling feeling back somewhere behind his cock and began to spread all
through his body in the most extraordinary feeling he had ever
experienced.  Of course there was no stopping it, as if he even wanted
it to stop.  It continued until it seemed to suffuse his entire body,
his handful of cock got harder than it had EVER gotten before and
THEN...IT happened!  A flood of hot, white, boyjuice shot out of the end
of his cock for the first and definitely most unforgettable time.  He
pumped and pumped and all three of his cumglands gave a double shot to
his perpetually remembered delight.

	The sight of this long awaited phenomenon set the other three off and
instantly, they ALL had those wonderful and hardly describable feelings;
four somewhat bewildered but ecstatic boys were groaning and flogging
and living/dying all at the same time.  They were in the barn loft - it
was one of those rainy fall Saturdays made for goin' to the barn loft
for a beatoff session - and their raucous laughter and exhuberant
congratualtions to each other wouldn't be heard by anyone.

	That is, unless there was someone who was going about their chores in
the barn and just happened to be down there cleaning out some horse
stalls.

	Guess who...

	Sam.

	He knew that we had all be tryin' for *the day* for a long time.  He
didn't know we were up there that day until he heard all the noise.  He
propped his fork against a stall and climbed up the ladder to the loft. 
We had piled up some hay bales and created a semi-private space so that
anybody coming up couldn't immediately see what we were usually up to. 
It was the kind of temporary 'clubhouse' lots of boys made in the barn
loft after the hay was brought in.

	Sam wasn't sneakin' up on us - however, anyone walking across a hayloft
floor isn't going to make much noise.  He walked around the corner of
our piled up bales and saw four boys with their jeans down around their
ankles, cum splattered bellies, and handsful of drippin' cum covered
boycocks.  We all started to jump up and grab our jeans and Sam,
laughing uproariously said, "Hey, guys! IT'S OK! Cool it!  Looks and
sounds like ya finally did it!"  Well, there we were, embarrassed as
shit and still in somewhat of a firstcum daze!

	Of course we knew Sam had been shootin' for a long time.  We would
NEVER forget that day after the cow breeding session when we all took
the horses and went down to the creek.  (See "Farm Hand 2")  That
picture had been in our minds when we were poundin' away and lookin'
forward to THE DAY.  That delicious, erotic picture of Sam's
bigger-than-our boymeat, his redgold pubic hair and the creek water
glistening in it like diamonds.  And then, when he 'shot' for us and
laid there covered with boycum and a beatific look on his relaxed,
smiling face...  Every one of us wanted to get our hands on his
beautiful slightly, up curving, flang-headed, uncut cock and make that
wonderful thing happen again.  WE wanted to make it happen. What we
wanted more than anything else was to be able to make it happen with our
own not as big cocks.

	Just looking at us there, again sprawled out on the hay bales, cum all
over, gave Sam a large and natural boner.

	He reached down and rearranged it to a more comfortable position, kinda
pointing up and to the right.  We could see it throught his jeans.  Well
of course, all of you know that it doesn't take much to trigger a hardon
in boys of that age.  Now that WE had finally done IT, we wanted Sam to
see us do it again.  In fact, we wanted Sam to whip it out and join us.

	That didn't take much persuading.  Sam pulled his T-shirt up and put it
behind his head and ripped open his 501s and quickly slid them and his
briefs down, and out flopped that marvelous piece of boy/man meat we had
been admiring for so long.  It already had a large pearl of precum on
the end and the sight of it and his beautiful redgold pubic bush, now
beginning to make a treasure trail up to his belly button really
inspired all of us to start floggin' our hard dicks again.

	I moved over on my hay bale and said, "Here, Sam - sit by me."  He
pulled up his jeans and hobbled over and sat down, pushed them down
again and there was the object of my desire within arms reach. How I
wanted to reach over and take that beautiful thing in my hand!  Well, I
had never done that with him and I didn't really know how I was going
to, or even if I could just reach over and encircle it with my sweaty
hand.  I thought I had better not embarrass myself so I didn't.  Sam
started strokin' his and the rest of us were still at it, hoping for a
repeat of that miracle which had just happened.  The recuperative powers
of hot teens is wonderful as all of you know.  And of course all those
stimulating sights, the smell of fresh boycum, and the delicious feeling
of jackin' the skin up and down hard shafts of boymeat soon began to
have the desired effect.

	Sam was the first to cum, since so far as we knew, that was his first
shot of the day.  And speaking of shots, it's amazing the distance some
guys can shoot their cum.  Sam was one of those.  We were all watchin'
him, of course.  He began to tense up, then threw his head back, eyes
half closed, those beautiful pecs tensing with each stroke of his hand
and arm, abs tight, beginning-to-be hairy legs stretched out, his pelvis
thrust forward and the first shot arched out about three eet and hit one
of my buddies right in the cock where he was flailin' away.  That set
HIM off and then the rest of us as well.  We were making throaty grunts
and growls and animal-like sounds and then there was more boycuym flyin'
all over the place.  What a DAY!  A day not one of us would ever
forget....

	We all sat there for a few moments in bemused silent bliss and then
began to laugh and make ribald comments about our newly acquired, shall
I say, skill?  Not a skill, you say?  Well, about our newly improved
toy.  How's that?

	About that time we heard the dinner bell.  The mid-day meal on the farm
was dinner - the evening one was supper.  We wiped the cum off as best
we could on the clean straw, pulled up our drawers and jeans and climbed
down the ladder and headed for the house, doing a quick hand-wash in the
stock tank on our way to wash up for dinner.

	And of course, there, in the back of my mind was a stronger than ever
urge to...  Well, you can guess what, and with whom I wanted to do it. 
Sam. Now, I thought, it's surely just a matter of time... and the right
place.


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