Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 13:15:47 -0800 (PST)
From: carson carruthers <carsoncarruthers@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer on the Farm

Summer on the Farm
By Carson Carruthers

There has to be a place to start.  The beginning is usually a good place,
but where is exactly was the beginning.  Beginning must have been the
summer between the fifth and sixth grade when Robert was eleven.  He would
not turn twelve until school started in the fall.  Before that time
everything was black and white.

There were highs and lows, but nothing as confusing as what was to happen
after that summer.  It started off for Robert as just another summer.
South Carolina is always hot in the summer.  Most of the time he spent in a
pair of shorts with no shoes or shirt and, frequently, not even underwear.
Robert loved the feel of a breeze blowing up the open legs of his shorts
onto his naked balls.  Yes.  Robert had discovered that he had balls.  They
were fairly large for a boy his age.  Also, his cock was pretty big.  While
he had not seen the cock and balls of many of his classmates, he had gone
swimming and changed clothes with several of them.  None of them had
anything like what he had.  We are getting ahead of the story, but a guy's
cock and balls are important, especially at that age.  They are what
instigated this story in the first place.  Since we are looking for the
beginning and the starting point of his Technicolor-life, they were very
important.  The start was Robert's first wet cum.

Well, it was not just that he had a wet cum, there was more to it than
that.  There were the realizations that he would be doing this the rest of
his life because it felt so good and that he had rather do it with someone
else than alone.  He had learned about masturbation early. even before he
started to school.  From about the fourth grade on or the time he was
around eight, he had beat his meat everyday.  For the past six months he
had learn the pleasures of a dry come.  Then the fated night that Carl, his
cousin, spent the night with him.  That was the night that it had happened.
The two boys had stripped off their shorts and gotten under the hose in the
back yard to cool off.  They were playing around under the water with first
one and then the other spraying the cool water at the other.  It was fun
and a good way to cool off and get clean at the same time.  Although the
water felt cool it was not really cold.  Even the water would not be cold
until the coming winter.

This was fun, but Robert could tell that Carl was paying special attention
to his cock and balls with the spray.  The hard spray of the water on his
equipment, as he likes to think of his genitals, was making it hard.  When
it came his turn, he decided that fair was fair and proceeded to make sure
that Carl's dick got equal treatment.  Before they had finished their fun,
the sun was down, the streetlights had come on and his mother was telling
them that they had run up the water bill enough for one night.  The outside
faucet where the hose was attached was low at the base of the house.

Robert squatted down to turn the faucet off.  When he rose, Carl was
standing behind him with his hard cock pushed up against his ass.  Carl
reached around Robert's waist and started to jack his cock for him.  In the
mean time his own cock had found the crack between Roberts bubble butt and
was sliding up and down in the warmth of those buns.  Hot dog.  Carl
thought as he inserted his winner between two very white bread buns.


"How are we going to get up to your room with these?"  Carl asked pointing
at his and Robert's hard dicks.  "We can't go in the house."

"Follow me," Robert said as he rounded the corner of the house.  " Just be
quiet."  He led Carl to and up the trellis that was attached to the house
where his mother's prize morning glories were blooming.  This was his
normal escape route in the middle of the night.  He had been climbing up
and down the trellis since he was in fourth grade.  This was one time that
it was worth all the hassle that his mother put him through to make sure
that those damned morning glories were watered and cared for.  The two boys
silently entered Robert's room through the window.

"Boy it is a good thing that I already brought my stuff upstairs." Carl
said as he laid back across Robert's bed.  It was just a regular old double
bed but big enough for two people to sleep in.  Robert made sure that the
latch was on the door, and he too lay across the bed next to Carl.  Carl
reached over and resumed his playing with Robert's cock.  "Man, you sure
have a big one.  I'm a couple of years older than you, and you are bigger
me already.  This thing's gonna be a monster."  He let his fist slide up
and down the tight skinned circumcised dick.  " How big is it?"

"The last time I measure it.  Just a little over seven.  That was from here
to here."  Robert showed his cousin the base and the end of his dick on the
topside.

"Mine is not even six inches yet.  More like just over five.  Hell, this is
not fair."  Carl said almost serious.  He then moved his head onto Robert's
stomach as though he were trying to get a better view.  He pulled Robert's
dick back towards his mouth and engulfed the reddened head of the boy's
cock. It was really big and looked like a helmet made for a giant.  Carl
had no qualms about sucking cock.  He did it regularly with a couple of
friends who lived on the farm next to him.  The two neighbor boys from the
farm on the other side, Phil and Will, had introduced Carl to the joys of
male sex.  They had not only taught him and they made sure that he
practiced his exercises of sucking.  His Uncle Spencer had introduced him
to the wonders of anal sex.  He was sucking on Robert's big dick.  He moved
his finger into the crack of his butt and inched his way to his rosy butt
hole.  Robert had only a few hairs above his dick.  His ass hole was clean
and hairless.  Robert had started to moan.  Carl had no idea that the boy
had never had sex with anyone before.  Everything about him was virgin.
These would be all his first.  This would also be the first time that he
had a wet cum.


Robert was not just lying back and enjoying all this attention.  He was
stroking Carl's cock.  He played with his balls and rolled them in the palm
of his hands.  He ran his fingers through the boy's hair and guided him to
the speed that he needed him to bob up and down on his dick.  He thought
about turning so that he could suck Carl's cock as well.  He had fantasized
about sucking a boy's cock many nights as he beat his meat.  He just could
not turn because Carl had his finger up his ass.  Oh, that felt so good.
He squirmed and moaned as he felt the boy's finger find his prostate and
start massaging it.  The pleasure was too much.  Robert felt that he was
going to die.  He was hot.  Really, hot.  He could feel the heat coming off
his body.

He thought to himself that if he were much hotter then he would ignite like
they thought had happened to some people.  He had read about it in some
science fiction magazine at the drug store. This was why.  They had sex and
burned up.  Why was he thinking these things? He was still moaning and
bucking and thinking strange thoughts.  Carl's mouth went into over-drive
and the pressure increase.  Robert knew that his orgasm was near.  He
wanted it to last.  His balls were so tight up to his scrotum that he knew
he was close. Then it happened.

He shot his first wad.  At first he was not sure.  Then he heard Carl
choking.  He looked at his cousin and saw his own white cum leaking from
the boy's mouth around his cock.  Robert thought to himself. I am a man.
Well.  I am a queer man, but I am a man.  He sort of laughed to himself.
He was proud that he had shot his load.  He was fine with the fact that it
was down the throat of a hunky dude.

I forgot to tell you some things about Carl.  Carl was a hunk.  That is
simple and clear.  He was about five ten and weight about one sixty without
an ounce of fat.  He had muscles that bulged on his butt and legs and arms
and back.  The front was what was fascinating to Robert.  Carl had a
six-pack but better yet he had a girdle.  His hipbones were exposed and his
lower abdomen was a mass of muscles.  His pecs were ripped.  He had been
working on a farm all his life.  He knew what it was like to throw bails of
hay up into the loft of a barn and drive a tractor and manhandle the plows
that went on them.  He was also very good looking.  The girls in junior
high swooned every day when he got off the bus with his buds, Will and
Phil, who were also just as hunky.  None of this had been lost on Robert.
He too had many jack off session dreaming that exactly what was happening
would happen with his cousin. He had also dreamed of the two brothers.
Carl was dark skinned and being in the sun he had one fantastic tan.  The
tan line that Robert was running his finger over now was just below Carl's
waist where his jeans rode on his hips while he was working.  Carl's butt
was a lighter shade of olive.  Carl was part Indian on his mother's side.
He had inherited the olive complexions with just a tinge of red to it from
her.  He had also inherited the straight black glossy hair, which he wore
long.  He had chiseled facial features with high cheekbones, dark brown
eyes that sparkled and a mouth.  Robert thought that it was the most
wonderful set of lips in the world.  He kissed Carl and licked his own cum
from around the boy's full luscious lips.  The two boys feel asleep on
Robert bed.  Neither bothered to put on their underwear.  Sometime in the
night Robert put his arms around Carl and rested his head on his shoulder.

That was the scene the next morning when they awoke as Robert's father was
knocking on the door.  Robert was thankful that he had put that latch on.
The two boys smiled at each other and kissed quickly before jumping out of
bed and grabbing their underwear.

"You boys get a move on.  Your Uncle Ned will be here in a few minutes to
pick you guys up."

They were busy looking for shorts to wear.  Robert was thinking that he
needed to pack a few things.  He was going to the farm to stay for a week
and help them pick beans.  His uncle had several acres of green beans.
Once they were picked they would be sold to one of the canning companies.
It was this one time of the year that his uncle needed all the hands that
he could get for about a week.  The rest of the time he and Carl took care
of the crops and the picking pretty much by themselves.  Robert was really
looking forward to going this year knowing what had happened between him
and Carl the previous night.  He knew one thing.  He wanted a repeat
performance.

He also wanted to find out more about the other boys that Carl knew who
liked this sort of thing.  Robert had hoped that there were some but was
afraid to ask anyone because he feared being called queer.  He had heard
other boys at school talking about boys who were sissy and queer.  He knew
one thing, Carl was no sissy.  He was not one either.  Robert was
convinced, however, that both he and Carl were queer.

His uncle came for them in his pickup.  Robert was really excited about
going to the farm.  This was the first year that he had been asked to help
with the picking.  He knew that before he was considered to be too young.
With the cream that he produced last night, the few hairs that were
starting in his armpits, and, now being asked to help with the picking,
Robert knew that he was becoming an adult.  When they got to the house, his
aunt had a big breakfast waiting for them. It was not even light outside
yet.  While they were eating they heard another truck pull into the yard.
There was lots of talking and laughing.  Then there were the sounds of a
couple of other trucks unloading people to help.  Robert looked at Carl and
noticed that he was listening to the sounds from the yard with a smile on
his face.

"What's up?"  He asked him.

"They're here. I was not sure that they could get over here to help, but
they did."

"They who?"  Robert asked with a puzzled look on his face as he was
cleaning the eggs from his plate.

"Will and Phil.  They were suppose to go to football camp but I guess that
must be later.  They were not sure that they were going to be here to help.
Maybe?."

About that time the two farm boys came bounding into the kitchen where the
two cousins were eating.  "Hey, you guys, get your asses in gear.  We got
some beans to pick." Will said laughing.

Robert thought that everyone was in a good mood even though they were up at
5 am.  He had only been up this early a couple of times that he could
remember. Once or twice when he went fishing with his father, but never was
it a happy time.  These guys seem to enjoy the fact that they were up that
early in the morning.

"Okay, you faggots, let's go,' said Carl grabbing a straw hat and ramming
it on his head.

"Oh, yea, sissy boy don't go out without your bonnet." Phil said punching
Carl on the shoulder.

"Ouch.  That hurt," Carl, whined in a comic voice.

Robert was a bit amazed that these boys who he knew sucked cocks.  Hell,
they sucked each other's cocks would call each other queer or sissy. Then
it dawned on him.  They did that so no one would know the truth.  They did
it kidding each other.  If anyone else suspected them then they would think
that the three of them would never talk that way if they really were gay.
Robert was just beginning to see the intricacies of the gay world.  Here it
was not even six o'clock in the morning, and he was having to figure out
really serious shit going on around him.  It was exciting.  Maybe he would
have to start getting up early every morning.  That is taking this adult
thing too seriously he thought to himself.

Robert drank the rest of the coffee and got up from the table.  "Okay, you
queers, let a real man through to show you how to pick some beans."  He was
grinning from ear to ear and he pushed the other boys away from him.  Carl
was laughing at him.  The other two boys were silent.

"Oh, hell, he's one of us," Carl said as he grabbed at Robert's crouch.

"Hey, welcome to the club," Will said punching Robert back on the shoulder.

"We can always use new blood," Phil slapped him on the ass.  "Why don't we
have a camp out tonight down by the creek and break your little cousin in,
Carl?"

"Right.  That sounds good to me.  If we are not all so tired from picking
beans that we can't crawl to the creek."

"I'm never too tired for sex," said Will as he rubbed his crotch through
his jeans.

The four boys went to the bean field where Carl showed Robert what to do.
At first he was slower than the other boys.  Then he found the rhythm and
started catching up to them.  It was hot.  South Carolina is always hot.
There is nowhere hotter in South Carolina than a bean field.  Robert's bag
would fill and he would have to drag it to the end of the row.  Then get
another bag and back to the row after row of beans.  There was stretching
to get the ones that were high up.  The beans climbed up on twine that was
stretched between poles.  That is why sometimes the beans were called pole
beans.  Or, he would have to squat to get the beans that were hanging on
the bottom of the vine.  Robert understood why Carl and Will and Phil were
also muscled up in their stomach.  Doing this sort of work was giving his
muscles a real work out.  He noticed that Phil and Will had stripped their
shirts off.  They even had muscles bulging on their backs.  Robert thought
about taking his shirt off.  He was afraid of getting burned.  He would
take it off for a while.  Then he noticed that he was turning red.  He put
the shirt back on.


Lunchtime. Everyone went back to the house.  Under the trees his aunt and a
couple of the neighbor women had put out what looked like a family reunion
spread.  There was fried chicken, pork chops, ham and even a turkey.  They
had beans.  Robert was not sure that he could eat them after having picked
them all morning, but they were good and fresh.  Tomatoes, cucumbers, a
huge squash casserole and also bread and dessert.  It was a real farm hand
meal.  Robert watched as his cousin and his two friends devoured the food.
He drank a lot of the cold iced tea.  Robert thought that he now understood
while people in the south drank so much tea.  It was the only thing that he
could think of that made him feel cool.

After the meal, they would have some rest time.  It was really too hot to
go back into the field until the middle of the afternoon.  That was the
reason that they started so early.  Then again when the sun was no longer
right over head they would go back into the field s and pick some more.
His Uncle Ned got up from the ground where he had been stretched out with
his plate of food.  "Okay everyone. I want to thank you for coming to help
today.  It looks like it is going to hit over a hundred this afternoon, so
we will not start picking again until four thirty.  It should have started
to cool off by then.  Rest and do what you have to do but be back by that
time."

Carl turned to the three boys with him and said, "Why don't we take our
break down by the creek and get in a little skinny dipping."

"Sounds good to me," they all replied in unison.

So the three studs took off to the creek with Robert tagging along with
them.  Some of the other men and women who had been picking spread their
quilts out under the trees to get some much needed rest.  When had young
boys ever needed rest?  They surely would not let rest come between them
and the possibility that they might have sex.  Carl took the lead, and they
trekked across the field toward the copse of woods and ye ole swimming
hole.
  If you do not believe it was "ye ole swimming hole" then you missed the
sign.  Carl had taken an old piece of wood and painted a sign and then
nailed it to the first tree that you came to on the path.  Robert broke up
laughing when he saw it.  He had been here before but had never seen the
sign.

Once they were there.  The boys started stripping off the few clothes that
they had on.  Carl screamed out, "The last one in has to suck my cock."  He
ran and jumped in the pool.  Robert rushed taking his clothes off and ran
for the pool.  He was too late.  Both Will and Phil had already jumped in.
"Well if looks like you are going to have to suck my cock, little cousin,"
Carl said smirking at him.  "I guess you can suck Will and Phil too.  What
do you say, boys?"

"Hell, yeah.  We could stand a good blowjob.  Carl's blowjobs are pretty
poor.  The only reason we let him suck out cocks is to keep him happy,"
Will chuckled as he told Robert this in a mock-serious tone.

"Yeah, that's the way you are.  You never complained about them before.
Now that you have someone else who will suck your cock, you think you can
complain about my blow jobs do you?"  With that Carl jumped on Will's back
and started humping him.

"Get off me you slut," Will tried to sling the boy clinging to him off but
was unable too.

"I'll never let you go, Will."

"Well, at least lighten up a bit."

"Oh, okay."  Carl loosened his hold around the boy's neck but he kept
pushing his now erect dick into the cheeks of his ass looking for his hole
so that he could press his argument home.

All the boys were sporting erections.  Will and Phil sounded like they
should be twins, but they were not.  Will was only a year older than Phil,
but they were in the same class at school.  When it had come time for him
to start school, he refused to go unless Phil went with him.  The school
board made a decision that everyone thought would never happen.  They
allowed Phil to start school a year early so that the two boys could be
together.  They did not look like twins. One was blond and the other had
black hair.  Phil, the blond, had blue eyes and was almost an inch taller
than his older brother.  Will, on the other hand, was dark and had brooding
brown eyes.  Everyone thought that he was the serious one.  He was but no
more so than Phil.  The ways they were alike.  Both were muscular and built
and both had six and a half inch uncircumcised cocks. Their fore skins
looked like little nozzles attacked to two pretty hefty hoses which
extended over two testicles the size of eggs.  Both boys had huge balls.
Robert was noticing all this as he dropped to his knees and took Phil's
dick into his eager mouth.

"Oh, my God," Phil cried out as Robert swallowed the boy's cock and rested
his noses in his pubic bush.  "Look, Will.  He took my whole cock on the
first try. This boy has talent."  He reached down and patted Robert on the
head.  Robert continued bobbing up and down on the boy's steel hard cock.
He played with the eggs and felt them getting closer to the boy's body.
Robert pulled back on the boy's nuts.  Stretching the egg sac as far down
as it would go.  He did not want him to cum that quickly.  Phil's nuts had
a different idea.  They pulled back to his body again and unloaded their
content.  Phil filled Robert's mouth with shot after shot of hot sperm.
The cum dribbled down his chin although he tried his best to swallow it as
it was delivered.  Robert ran his tongue under the foreskin and cleaned the
cum that had been caught there.  He swirled his tongue around the sensitive
head of Phil's cock.

Phil was moaning and groaning.  He had been standing on his tip toes when
he reached his climax.  Now he was coming back to earth.  Robert was
jacking his cock as he had been sucking the other boy.  Phil looked down
and for the first time got a look at Robert's cock on the hard.  " My God,
boy, that's a monster dick."  Phil sat in the shallow pool with the water
coming up to his waist.  Robert was still kneeling.  " How big is that tool
of yours?"  he asked Robert.


Carl chimed in, " He says that it is over seven.  I believe him.  It's the
biggest dick of anyone I know and some of them claim to have seven.  If
they do then his is eight or eight and a half."  They all laughed about how
people exaggerated the size of their dicks.  All this time Will and Carl
had been watching the other two boys.  They had been jerking each other
off.  They were so accustomed to doing each other that they recognized the
signs that indicated that they were close to cumming.  Carl dropped to his
knees and finished Will off with his mouth drinking the stud's cream.  Then
Will dropped to his knees in the creek and resting his head between Carl's
thighs as the boy sat on the bank, he sucked the spunk from his circumcised
cock.  At this time, to find two boys who remained uncut was something of a
rarity.

Carl admired the other boy's foreskins but he was glad that he did not have
that to worry about.  He also liked the sensitive area of exposed flesh
that his dick had.  It made the blowjob so much more enjoyable he thought.

Phil finished sucking Robert's cock.  Robert blasted him with his cream.
Phil licked him clean.  "Robert, this is some more tool you have here.
This is a power tool."  He laughed." Hey, guys, Robert has a power tool.  I
know?."  Phil reached in the creek and brought up his cupped hand filled
with water.  He dumped it on Robert's cock saying, " I here by christen
you, Stanley, the power tool."  It was that afternoon that Robert's dick
got its name - a name which would become infamous around town.

The rest of the afternoon the four boys sat around under the shade trees by
the creek talking.  Robert learned that among the three boys that they had
each had sex with a variety of people both in the county and in town.
Robert was amazed at some of the stories and more so at some of the people
with whom they had sucked cock.  It appeared that Phil who was an Eagle
Scout had either sucked or been sucked everyone in the troop.  Robert
decided right then that he was signing back up for Scouts.  His mother had
been after him to do so.  He had dropped out after Cub Scouts.

Will was on the football team and had gone to football camp last year.  The
first and only time they had ever been separated.  He went there while Phil
went to the Scout Jamboree.  Will, had not only been sucked by several
members of his team but also the coach.  It seems that give the coach a
beer or two, and he like young athletes in ways that were not in the
coaching contract.  Will said that it was awesome getting head from an
adult.

Carl was taking swimming and was a member at the YMCA.  The action there
sounded unending. Carl said that he had sucked several older guys there and
had gotten head several times from the assistant director who was in his
late twenties.  The people who had sucked Carl at the pool were interesting
to Robert.  Most of them lived on his street.  He thought to himself as he
lay there listening to Carl tell about all the fantastic head that he had
gotten from people who lived on Elm Street that he had never in his wildest
dream considered that there were that many people who sucked cock, not only
that, but that there could possibly be that many people who lived on his
own street that sucked cock.  Maybe they should have and association or a
club.


Robert fell asleep totally sexually satisfied.  Carl was lying next to him
on the quilt.  Again they woke up with their arms around each other.
Naked.  Their two dicks standing stiffly and swaying in the wind.  Both
boys smiled and kissed.  It was stale cum on their breath but they did not
care.  They pissed together against a tree and then dipped in the water to
refresh themselves after their sleep.  They were splashing each other,
which woke the other two boys.  This led to a free for all water fight in
the creek. It was just four young boys having boy fun when Carl's father
came to get them back to work picking beans.

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