Date: Fri, 26 Mar 1999 19:40:08 -0800 (PST)
From: "D.Z." <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys on the Farm 1

This is a story about 2 teenage guys who discover man
sex and love for each other while on a summer vacation
at the farm. It begins slowly but builds in intensity
as their relationship deepens so please be patient as
you read this first part.   If man to man sex or normal
reproductive acts of farm animals offend you then you
should move on to something else.   This is my first
attempt at writing fiction and I would appreciate any
comments emailed back to me at ndman72@yahoo.com.  BOYS
ON THE FARM is a work of pure fiction -- the characters
and the events do not represent any person or
situation. Copyright (c) 1999.   
 
BOYS ON THE FARM
By D.Z.
 
Arrival at the Farm.
 
Tristan and David were both 15 years old and had been
buddies for years. Tristan was tall for his age with a
medium build and a great tan. His eyes were brown and
he had dark, curly hair. They had finished the ninth
grade and were looking forward to attending senior high
school at the Central Campus of their urban community.
 
David was the shorter of the two boys and had light
blonde hair and blue eyes. David went without a shirt
as much as possible and already this summer he had a
nice tan on his torso and legs. Both boys' physiques
showed the promise of a man's body as their muscles
began to define and grow in their journey into
manhood.
 
The boys were on their way to the farm where David's
grandparents, John and Edna Brandt, lived. David
invited Tristan to stay with him at the farm for a
couple of weeks and after weeks of anticipation they
were nearly there. Tristan constantly looked out the
window of Grandpa Brandt's 4x4 pickup at the wide open
spaces, the new crops, and the herds of livestock. The
sun was casting a golden glow on the countryside as it
was setting and the air smelled so fresh. This was the
beginning of a new and exciting experience for Tristan,
a city boy, to be in the country and out on a real
farm.
 
In twenty minutes they had traveled from town out to
the farm. They pulled into a tree-surrounded farmyard
that included a big house, huge red barn with a silo
attached, several graineries, and a gigantic farm
equipment shop/garage. Two Dalmatian dogs ran up to the
car, wagging their tails and barking. David jumped out
of the car and ran over to the dogs, holding and
petting them. "Be quiet Fritz, you too Mabel", he said
to the matched pair of dogs.
 
After their suitcases were carried inside, David was
bursting with eagerness to show Tristan around the
farm. Accompanied by the dogs, the two boys made a tour
of the farmstead. First they toured the equipment
garage looking at the big farm equipment. But, over in
the corner, dwarfed by the large modern equipment was
an old horse-drawn wagon, and to Tristan's amazement, a
stagecoach! "Why does your Grandfather have
these-they're awesome!?" exclaimed Tristan.
 
"His hobby is keeping the olden days alive with this
old stuff pulled by big draft horses", explained David.
"The horses are probably out around the barn and he has
a stallion he keeps penned in there."
 
"Can we go see them right now?"
 
"Sure, let's go."
 
They dashed to the barn and slid open the central
sliding door. Penned inside was a black Clydesdale
stallion. The boys went over to the pen and held their
hands out as he came over to them and sniffed them
through the boards of the sturdy pen. 
 
"He's huge-what's his name," asked Tristan.
 
"Ace, as in ace of spades".
 
"Does anybody ride him?"
 
"No, he mostly is used to breed Grandpa's mares and
sometimes Grandpa will hitch him up to cultivate the
garden or pull an old mower." 
 
"Awesome. Where are the others?"
 
"They are either in back of the barn or out in the
pasture. I wonder how many colts Grandpa Brandt has
this year. Let's go look".
 
The boys dashed outside and around to the back of the
barn. There they found three mares and two colts. They
spooked the horses by their sudden appearance and out
to the pasture galloped the colts and mares.
 
"We scared them", said David. "I forgot that you can't
run up to horses. Maybe later they'll be back by the
barn and we can walk up to them and pet them."
 
By this time the sun had set and the boys went back to
the farmhouse. It was a white, two-story house with a
roofed porch across the entire front. Grandma had
cookies and ice cream waiting for boys. Then it was
time for bed. "We get up early on the farm", Grandma
Brandt explained, "so you boys need to get to bed. Are
you sharing a room or do you want be sleeping
separate?"
 
Tristan looked over to David. "Share?" he asked.
 
"Course", replied David.
 
Up the stairs went Grandma with the boys. "Here boys,
you can sleep in this room-it has a double bed. Put
your suitcases over here and get settled. Don't stay up
too long . . .Good night," she said as she gave each
boy a hug and a peck on the cheek.
 
"Your grandma is sure nice," Tristan said as soon as
the boys were alone.
 
"Yeah, but wait until Grandpa shows us a good time.
You'll like him too."
 
The boys arranged their suitcases and began changing
for bed without a concern for modesty. Tristan loved to
look at David's naked body-the smooth perfection of his
arms, legs, ass, and the dark blonde hair over his
uncut cock. He had a perfect uncut cock and set of
balls--his body could have been used a model for an
ancient Greek statue. As best friends they had seen the
other naked often since they did everything together.
They had slept over at each other's house and gone to
camp together. Sleeping over was always fun, especially
when the boys could sleep in the same bed. 
 
Tristan quickly pulled his nightclothes on to hide his
slowly rising cock. "Oh man" he thought. "How am I
going to keep my dick under control if I don't jerk it
every day? I don't want him to think I'm gay." Tristan
made sure his crotch didn't come in contact with David
as they lay together and made plans for the next day
and slowly dropped off to sleep. 
 
Day One.
 
Right away on their first morning they were exploring
the barn and hayloft. They had a great time swinging
all around the hayloft from a rope attached high up on
the roof. By mid morning the boys had to take a leak. 
 
"Man, I gotta find someplace to take a leak" Tristan
said after a particularly wild swing on the rope. "I
just about pissed my pants on that one!" He began
heading for the stairs and was passing by the open
hayloft door looking out to the barnyard. "Do you think
anyone would mind if I just did it out the door?"
 
"Nah, I've done that before when I was here other
summers. Move over, I've got to go too."
 
Tristan always unbuttoned his jeans and zipped down his
fly so he could piss unrestricted. David was usually
more inhibited, but since they were on the farm, he
followed Tristan's example. There they stood, side by
side with their hands holding their cocks, pissing out
of the hayloft door of the huge old barn. As boys will
be boys, they were involved in a friendly competition
to see who could piss the furthest. 
 
Tristan looked at David's powerful stream arcing out
and down through the air and exclaimed, "Wow! Look how
far you can make it go! You've got me beat by a mile."

 
Both boys shook the remaining drops of piss off their
cocks. Tristan gave his an extra shake or two enjoying
the feelings in his dick that his hand was creating. He
was beginning to get really horny since he wasn't able
to jerk off the last two days. He tried to put out of
his mind all thoughts of his sexual urges out of his
mind. "Hey David, let's go see that stud horse again".

 
Down they went to see Ace who was standing in his pen
munching on hay. The boys peered through the boards of
the pen at the back end of the biggest horse they had
ever seen. And, hanging beneath him was this huge
horsecock with a set of balls the size of apples
enclosed in a velvety pouch. Ace's black cock hung down
about a foot and was easily three inches in diameter.
It swung from side to side as Ace shifted his weight,
swishing his tail at flies. Tristan was semi-hard from
just looking at it. As the boys were looking Ace let
more of this awesome cock come out--it lengthened to
two feet long and Ace began to piss--it was a river of
piss.
 
"Look at that freakin' monster of a cock and those huge
balls!", murmured Tristan.
 
"Yeah", replied David. "You should see it hard when
he's breeding Grandpa's mares. It gets even longer and
fatter. If we're lucky we might get to see Ace doing
it. You'll know that a mare is in heat if she hangs
around the barn all day with her tail up."
 
"Cool. I hope so--I've never seen animals fucking."
Tristan had to put his hand in his pocket and arranged
his hard dick into a better position. He looked over at
David's crotch and could tell David's crotch was fuller
than usual too. "What should we do now?"
 
"Lets go get the dogs and see the colts out in the
pasture."
 
The boys went outside and were looking and calling for
the dogs. "Here Fritz, here Mabel." David paused, "I
wonder where they went--they always come when you call
them. We better look for them."
 
David and Tristan began checking everywhere in the
farmyard. As they went between two grain bins they
caught a glimpse of the spotted dogs. Something didn't
look right and the boys started running. Around the
grain bins there were the dogs--Fritz had his front
legs over Mabel's back and he was pumping away. As the
boys stood and watched this act of canine reproduction
Tristan's cock grew so hard it ached and he had to
casually rub it through his jeans. Shortly Fritz
withdrew his pointed, pink dick and both dogs lay on
the grass and were licking their genitalia. 
 
"Man, I just said I've never seen animals fucking and
it happens just like that. My cock is so hard it
aches-doesn't yours?" Tristan asked as he tried to find
a better position in his pants for his aching cock.
 
"No shit! This is making me way too horny". David
looked around checking to make sure they weren't in
sight of the house or the shop. "I need to shoot some
juice". He opened his pants, pushed down his briefs,
and pulled out his hard cock. He started rapidly
stroking it, moving his foreskin back and forth over
his flared cockhead. Precum started rolling out of his
cock slit and was spread by the movement of his
foreskin.
 
Tristan thought he would shoot off right then in his
pants. David was jerking his cock in front of him!
 
"Me too!' Tristan echoed David's actions and quickly
had his teen-age boner outside and began pummeling his
meat. His other hand cupped his balls and massaged them
as he stroked. The sexual tension in his body rapidly
built and his existence centered in that hard cock
gripped in his hand. "Here it comes" he panted as five
strings of white cum jetted into the air and landed in
the grass. Tristan began shaking the remainder of his
cum from his long semi-hard cock before tucking it back
into his jeans.
 
That sight was all David needed for his release of hot
cum. His orgasm was intense and he shot out load after
load. His knees were weak as he finished and he wiped
off the dribbles of cum on his cock with his fingers.
He wiped his fingers on the grass then put his dick
back in his pants. Fritz was up and sniffing in the
grass where the boy's cum landed. 
 
"I've never jerked myself off outside before--this was
cool," admitted Tristan as he watched David finish.
 
David looked around and then over at Tristan. "Me
neither. Lets head down to the pasture now. Come on
Fritz, get out there!" 
 
The boys and dogs took off running down to the pasture.
The colts were nursing and their little tails swishing
as they drank--it was so new and wonderful to Tristan
as he saw these large animals behave as nature
intended. The boys moved close to the horses and then
sat in the grass to watch them. The mares were nibbling
the tender green grass while the colts stayed close to
their mothers. 
 
"See there, Tristan? That colt with the white stripe
down its face is a boy. You can see his little cock
hanging out," David said quietly. "I think the one with
three white feet is a girl-I can't see anything
hanging. Watch under the tail as it moves-there, I saw
her pussy. One boy and one girl."
 
"I wonder what their names are", whispered Tristan.
"They're pretty neat. Look, they're coming closer."
 
"Don't move and be totally quiet. Let's see if they
will come and check us out."
 
Testing Tristan's and David's power of self control,
the curious colts slowly approached the boys. The colts
were soon blowing little snuffles through their noses
as they were close by and smelling the boys. Tristan
couldn't hold still a second longer and when he moved
the colts spun around and raced for their mothers. "I
sure would like to pet those colts," breathed Tristan.
 
Just then the boys heard three clangs coming from the
farmyard. "Grandma's ringing the dinner bell-we have
fifteen minutes to get washed up and to the table-we
better hurry back." The day had been full of new
experiences for Tristan and it was only the morning of
the first day!
 
The boys were ravenous and Grandma's lunch disappeared
quickly. As they were eating, Grandpa asked the boys if
they would mow the grass in the farmyard that
afternoon. He explained he had a riding mower and a
push mower and the boys could take turns.
 
"Sure", David and Tristan replied simultaneously. They
had seen the riding lawnmower in the shop and it was
BIG! But so was the farmyard...they spent the afternoon
mowing the lush grass around the farm buildings. By
late afternoon, they were hot, sweaty, and tired. The
temperature gone well over 90 and there was no breeze.

 
The two boys were more than ready for a rest when
Grandma called for them to come and have some lemonade
and snacks. After they gulped down the pitcher of cold
lemonade and a plateful of snacks, Grandma had a
suggestion. "Grandpa won't be in from the hayfield
until late evening so you boys can go have some fun
until sundown. Davy, you remember where the fishing
poles are, don't you? Maybe you boys want to go down to
the river where it will be cooler." 
 
"Sure!"
"Cool!"
 
While David went to get the poles, Grandma helped
Tristan dig for worms in the garden. Their energy
restored, the boys wasted no time getting through the
fence, into the pasture, and walking down a coulee to
reach the river. The shade from the trees was a welcome
relief from the heat of the sun. 
 
After fishing for awhile without luck, the boys rolled
up their jeans and began wading in the shallows looking
for frogs and interesting rocks.
 
Suddenly there was a big splash. David looked over to
see Tristan sitting in the water. "The water feels
great--but now my clothes are wet. What will your
Grandma say if I come back like this?" worried
Tristan.
 
"Well, nobody will see us down here-why don't you take
off your shirt and pants and dry them on those big
rocks over in the sunlight. "
 
Within moments Tristan had his wet clothes off and was
standing in his wet underwear. The underwear was
semi-transparent in its wet state and clung to his
five-inch soft cock wrapped over his balls. 
 
Secretly David wished he had a long cock like
Tristan's. "Might as well take off your underwear and
dry them too", David observed. "You aren't hiding much
like that and wet underwear is uncomfortable anyway."
 
"Only if you skinnydip with me".
 
After a period of initial awkwardness--the boys had
never been naked in the wide open before--they were
splashing and swimming. Tristan was enjoying the
freedom of this natural activity and badly wanted to be
able to touch David's perfect, nude body. Then he had
an idea that would make their skinnydipping even more
unique. "David, let's play tag. Only you have to tag
the other guy's cock before he's it." And before David
could reply, Tristan had reached out, tapped David's
uncut cock right on the head, then turned and splashed
away.
 
"You faggot!" David shouted. "I'll get you for that!"
He lunged after Tristan and after several attempts was
able to make the connection with Tristan's cock. But
Tristan was ready and brushed David's cock right back.

 
"Who are you calling a faggot, faggot?"
 
David was half mad by this time and decided it was time
to dunk Tristan. Without a thought for his actions,
David grabbed Tristan in a bear hug and began wrestling
with Tristan in an effort to dunk him. All the while
David's cock was pressing into Tristan's ass cheek. 
 
The skinnydipping and unintentional erotic actions of
David were more than Tristan could take and his cock
was hardening rapidly. Suddenly unsure of David's
reaction and his own feelings, he suddenly gave up by
holding David's arms and falling into the water. Both
came up gasping for breath and laughing. After a minute
or so, while Tristan waited for his cock to subside,
they headed for the rocks to dry off and rest. Both
boys stretched out on some big, warm and sunny rocks.
What a sight! David, a blonde, with his uncut cock
revealing the head just slightly, laying there next to
Tristan with his dark hair and long, cut cock. They may
have looked like opposites, but they were best buddies.

 
Before long they boys turned onto their stomachs and
let the sun warm their backs. They dozed in the sun
recovering some energy after their active day.
 
When the sun was setting the boys dressed in their
mostly dry clothes and returned to the house for the
evening meal. But the day wasn't over yet.
 
After the evening prayer and supper, Grandpa went to
his gun closet and pulled a pair of .22 rifles. "Boys",
he said, "Let's do a little practice shooting. I have a
million gophers out in that hayfield that you can shoot
for me tomorrow."
 
Tristan was just about beside himself with excitement.
He never thought he could have so much fun in one day.
Grandpa Brandt explained how to hold a rifle and look
down the barrel, lining up the sights. They shot at a
target nailed to a tree and then at some cans on the
ground. Grandpa was very careful to explain gun safety
to the boys and made each of them repeat everything
back to him.
 
It was dark now, and still very warm. The boys went
inside and showered then went upstairs after receiving
another hug and kiss from Grandma Brandt. But, oh was
it warm in that upstairs room! There still was no
breeze and it was not cooling off outside very fast.
The boys tried to lay in bed and sleep, but they were
too hot and sticky. 
 
As they laid there in the darkness together in the
double bed, Tristan started talking. "David, this has
been the best day in my life...I never have had so much
fun all in one day. Thanks for asking me to come here
with you. I can hardly wait for tomorrow to be here so
we can shoot those gophers."
 
"Its fun because you're here, Tristan. Its boring to be
here by yourself," replied David as he tried to find a
cooler and more comfortable position. "Man, I'm so
hot-I just can't get comfortable".
 
Tristan thought for a moment, wondering if he dared say
what he was thinking. He could still see David's naked
body in his mind from this afternoon's skinnydipping.
"What if we slept naked, then nothing would stick and
we would be cool as possible. Being naked outside this
afternoon was so awesome and it felt so good to get
those hot clothes off then".
 
"Yeah...I guess it would be OK but we better be sure
we're covered up in the morning," David replied
hesitantly.
 
Lifting their butts up, the boys stripped off their
jockeys and felt the slight breeze wafting over their
damp crotches. Tristan couldn't help it-his dick
started twitching and getting hard. In a short time it
was standing at attention. It was all he could do not
to jack off. He rolled over on his side hoping David
wouldn't notice. He wanted to touch David again so
badly but didn't dare. Did that make him gay? 
 
David was quietly thinking about everything that
happened that day. He didn't intend to act so 'gay' but
it just happened so quickly-he couldn't help himself.
Being around those animals and seeing them act in their
natural ways made him so horny. He was feeling guilty
about jerking off in front of Tristan, and running
around naked. Was it right for him to be doing these
things? He was sure his church and his parents wouldn't
approve. Did Tristan think that he was gay?
 
As they laid there privately thinking about the day and
their sexuality, each boy drifted off to sleep in the
nude and uncovered.
 
(I plan to write about each day of their vacation as a
separate segment.  Day 2 will be posted as soon as I
can get it cranked out.)