Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 20:04:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jess Sudhir <jesssudhir@yahoo.com>
Subject: farmboys-and-ghettoboyz/thug dreams (incest, interracial, rural)

Seven ravens, cawing loudly, flew through the driving rain, surrounding a
lone white dove.  A feather drifted downwards, the rain slackened, the
dream shifted, and I thought I was at home in the city.  It was late
afternoon, and seven boys sat in the dark shadow of the looming project
building.  They were young, my age and a little older, but they were
thugged-out like hardened criminals.  They sported blood-red gang colors,
from their jerseys to their bandanas, and the crimson shone against the
black of their skins.  Ice --diamonds --gleamed on their wrists and gold
shone from their teeth.  They were rolling dice, drinking forty-ounce
bottles of malt liquor, and smoking fat blunts.  Even there in the shadows,
it was hot and sticky, and one after another pulled off his jersey, to
reveal tight black musculature gleaming and glistening with sweat.

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farmboys and ghettoboyz
part iv
thug dreams
by jess sudhir
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The haze cleared a little, and I saw that the one on the far left was
Tyshawn, my brother.  I didn't know any of the others, or at least I
thought I didn't.  The one on the far right was clothed in a midnight black
hooded sweatshirt, the hood covering a black baseball cap pulled far over
his eyes.

Even in the dream, I was struck by the contrast between the youth of these
teenagers, and how thuggish they were.  But I failed to be shocked by the
strangest thing of all.  Each boy was sporting baggy denim shorts riding
low, and exposing their boxers.  That wasn't strange.  But what was strange
was that each boxer fly was open, and a long black penis snaked out of each
one, to drag on the ground amidst the litter and the rolling dice.  There
they coiled, at ridiculously obscene lengths, and, even limp, seemed to
move under their own volition, slithering around like slow and swollen
serpents.

No one seemed to notice.

Then, suddenly, everyone looked up from their dice game.  There was a
strange tension in the air.  I looked over, and there, stepping out of the
sunlight, was Bobby Boysen, in full farmboy regalia.  A bright and open
smile shone on his pale face, and his overalls slid down over one shoulder,
revealing his bare chest.  His bare feet strode confidently over the broken
glass and dirty paper littering the courtyard.

I wanted to warn him to stay away, but I couldn't make a noise.  It seemed
clear to me that he was in great danger, but he blithely continued,
whistling a tune, and ignoring the incredulous stares from the people he
passed.

Finally one of the thug boys spoke, the one next to Tyshawn.  He was shade
of black so dark, he seemed to absorb light, and had the handsome face of a
Nigerian boy.

"Is that what I think it is?" he said.

"For shizzle my nizzle," said Tyshawn.  He reached out as Bobby passed, and
grabbed him by the ankle.  Bobby stopped as his ankle was pulled back, and
for the first time seemed to become aware of his surroundings.  A look that
could have been panic or delight crossed his face, and a impossibly large
bulge appeared in his pants.

In an instant the entire crowd of boys was standing around him, their black
hands grabbing at his white flesh.  Their dicks all snapped to attention,
quivering towards the center of the circle like spears pointed at a target.
As a persistent hand reached for the bulge in his pants, Bobby coughed
softly, and his eyes rolled upwards.  He seemed to be trying to get the
hands off of him, but so halfheartedly that it was useless.

"It be a white boy!" said a short brown-skinned boy, grabbing Bobby's flat
ass with both hands.

Bobby let out a tiny moan, and the frenzy was on, as they pushed him to the
ground, and began pulling his clothes off.  There wasn't much on him, and
soon a crowd had gathered to see the naked whiteboy lying in the middle of
the street, his pink rod erected to its fullest extension.

Tyshawn straddled Bobby's head, and pushed his long black dick into Bobby's
eager mouth, as the dark black boy spread Bobby's legs apart.  The short
brown boy deep-throated Bobby's cock as his darker friend thrust his weapon
deep inside Bobby's ass.  Meanwhile, the other boys stood all around,
jerking their big black cocks while Bobby's thin white body twitched and
danced, his hips wildly humping against the short boy's mouth.

One boy stood apart, however.  It was the kid in the hoodie, and as he
finally approached the circle, dick in hand, the rest of the boys opened up
to let him through.  Even the dark black boy, after shooting his seed deep
inside Bobby, pulled out and stepped aside.

The kid in the hoodie finally took the hood and cap off and... it was me
underneath!  As I stepped forward, my dick strained in front of me as if it
could launch itself loose from my body.  I reached out a hand, and caressed
Bobby's beautiful white body, and he moaned softly and looked up at me with
hazy eyes.

"About time you got here little brother," said a voice, and I looked across
Bobby's body, to see Tyshawn, naked at Bobby's head, his massive rod rising
straight up against his belly.

"Go ahead," said Tyshawn.  "And you can finally be in the gang."

Obedient to our wishes, Bobby rolled backwards, lifting his legs up, and
presenting me with his eager hole.

And so I positioned myself there, and, taking hold of Tyshawn's arms for
leverage, I clenched my ass and prepared to--

"WAKE UP DERRONE!"  yelled a voice in my ear.  It was my bedmate Randy, a
mischievous smile on his freckled face.

"What were you dreaming about?" he demanded.  "You're as hard as a rock."

I was, in fact, tenting up the sheets something fierce, and a twitch of the
sheets was enough to uncover my manhood for the all the onlookers in the
room.

"Wow!" said Sid, one of the twins, whose hand, as usually, was busily
engaged with his brother's cock.  "You should do something about that,
Randy."

Randy giggled.

"Sure thing," he said.

"No, wait!" I pleaded, but it was too late.  The moment Randy's hot little
hand closed around my dick, it was all over.  My ass spasmed, my dick
quivered, and a massive load of cum fountained up into the air and splashed
all over the sheets.

"Hey," said Frankie.  "I think you hit the ceiling!  How are we going to
clean that up?"

"I wish you'd saved it for me to swallow," said Randy, idly massaging a
globlet of seed into my navel.

"Go ahead," I teased.  "These sheets need to be cleaned anyway!"

From across the room a grumpy voice came to kill my good mood.

"Your faggot ass is worthless, Derrone," said Tyshawn --the real Tyshawn.
"Can't even hold your load.  All your boyfriend has to do is touch you and
you go off."

There was a sleepy laugh from Bobby, lying on the other side of Tyshawn,
nestled against his arm.  I briefly pondered the wisdom of a comeback and
decided against it.  Tyshawn was still blind to (and very thin-skinned
about) any possible homosexual implications of his own behavior.

"Give him a break, Ty," said Sid.  "We can't all be studs like you."

"My ass is still sore!" said Frankie in mock suffering.  "You ought to be
ashamed of yourself."

"You're all a bunch of fucking faggots," mumbled Tyshawn.  "You, Sid, and
especially Derrone!"

"Right," Bobby chimed in.  For a quick moment I wished I was back in my
dream --so I could slap him!

As you might have guessed, a lot of things had changed on the farm since we
all stopped hiding our sex play from each other.  But I hadn't grown any in
Bobby's estimation --or Tyshawn's.

"Fuck it," I mumbled, turning back to the cute boy lying naked next to me.
I couldn't help but notice him playing with himself, his hard little penis
almost as red as the fiery red hair it sprung from.

"I think I'm getting hard again," I said.  "How about that blow job you
promised?"

Randy winked.  But at that very moment, a knock sounded on the door.

"Boys?  Are you awake?"^G "Fuck, it's mom!" hissed Sid.  "She never comes
up here!"

"Just a moment, mom!" yelled Frankie.  "We're getting dressed.  So don't
come in!"

"I'm not!" said Mrs. Boysen.  "Just wanted to remind you that you all have
to get up early if you want to go see Ty and Derrone off at the station."

Oh shit.  We had all forgotten.  All around the room, dicks wilted, as an
almost visible cloud of doom settled over us all.  Today was it!  The day
we went home.

We dressed in silence.

Half an hour later, I crammed the last bit of breakfast into my mouth and
begged to be excused from the table.

"Okay dear," said Mrs. Boysen.  "But don't go far.  We can't miss the
train."

"Go go go," Frankie hissed at me as I passed him.  "I can distract them for
about... ten minutes, tops!"

"I saw him come downstairs and go outside," added Sid, as he saw me head
for the stairs.

It was no secret where I was going.  Randy had outright refused to come
down to breakfast.  I had to see him before I left. I wasted several
precious minutes before I finally found him, hidden behind a bale of hay in
the barn.  When he turned his tear-stained face towards me, I understood
everything.

"I didn't want you to see me cry," he said.  "I'm going to miss you so
much."

I wanted to reply but there was a lump in my throat.

Just then, the door to the barn swung open, and Tyshawn and Bobby crept
inside.  They stood looking at us for a moment, and then Tyshawn
deliberately turned his back on us.  Pushing Bobby against the wall, and
brushing his blond hair back, Tyshawn deliberately kissed Bobby full on the
mouth.

Of all the things I had seen that summer, somehow this seemed the most
transgressive act of all, the black boy and the white, locked together in
open passion, and the thrill of it touched me deep inside.  There was only
one possible response, and I did it.  Pulling Randy to his feet, I pulled
him into my arms and pressed my lips against his.

His eyes widened and then closed, his skinny body melting against mine, as
I tasted the spicy maleness of his mouth, and felt his dick throbbing next
to mine.  It was a moment.  It was eternity.  It was...

"Time to go," said Sid.  "Sorry.  They'll be looking for you in a second."

"It's okay," I said.

And it was.

THE END

(or is it?)

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Dear readers,

Many thanks to everyone who wrote in to tell me they liked the story or to
ask me to finish it.  This story definitely wouldn't exist without my
fanbase ;)

This is clearly the last chapter for real.  I've thought about an epilogue,
but I have some other projects I'd like to do first.  So in the meantime,
use your imaginations ;)

Also, please check out my other stories.  I know it's a long hike over to
the bisexual section, but I'm very proud of "day of the boner"
(bisexual/highschool)

The rest of my best stories are listed at the bottom of all the previous
chapters, and I might as well list "gay/military/Navy-Nazi" and
"gay/historical/no-slave-loves-his-master" too, although I don't think
they're nearly as good.

I have one more story on nifty, but it's terrible, so you'll have to find
it yourself.

Once again, thanks to Donny, whose true-life memories of a boyhood with
several frisky farmboy brothers (why couldn't we all be so lucky?) provided
the main inspiration for this work of fiction.

Jess