From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Corn Fed
Date: 04 Jul 1998 00:00:00 GMT

He pulled the magazine from under his mattress and using his flashlight read
the articles again. It was an old issue..one he quickly bought from a newstand
when the clerk wasn't watching. In fact, he grabbed it and put the money on
the counter and walked out.
That was many months ago. He didn't know what he was buying but had heard
about the magazine in a television newsstory about some kind of gay political
issue.
He had sat watching, trying not to appear too interested. The comments his
father made and his brothers response told him to pretened even more that he
wasn't interested. He ached when his dad changed the channel but he had to
appear bored. He wasn't.
He was one of them..the fags as his father called them..the queers as his
brother called them...the gays as the televison news had called them.
He was ready to grab his usually erect penis and jack as he looked at the
magazine. But instead of photos of naked men, it was full of articles, news,
opinions, and letters to the editor.
So instead of jacking off that night, he read of organizations that were
fighting for their jobs, equality in schools, raising money for AIDS research
and inividuals who, after coming out of the closet, were elected to public
office.
There too, were letters from men and women who were having troubles coping
with life, being gay or their mates. He read those with great intersest too
and was surprised how "normal" they sounded..just like the letters he had read
in the daily newspaper columns as well.
Even in those papers, advice column writers would say being gay was ok, that
parents should accept and love, that we should be proud of who we are and such
things.
By the time he had read every article, advertisment and letter, he felt like
he was indeed gay. Not a closeted queer who fantasized about friends, family,
strangers and others while he masturbated..but a guy who could be just like
any other guy.
The magazine had become worn as he re-read certain articles..some to the point
he could quote them in their entirety.

"You know Carson, I got something to ask you" Mark said to him as they were
walking across the newly dug up earth. Their bare feet felt the dirt slide
between their toes. It was sensual and natural...they both loved the feeling. 
The sun warmed their bare shoulders. Mark's usual bib overalls hung on him
like loose fitting clothing on a hanger. His usual way of wearing them drove
Carson nuts...especially because he didn't wear underwear and kept the sides
unbuttoned.
Carson wore his cutoffs and nothing else..preferring to have as much of his
body become tan as possible. The advocate magazine he had hidden back in his
bedroom included a warning about overdoing sun tanning. But he had been
running around near naked since he was a kid..so he didn't worry.
All of the other boys did much the same....and all were healthy, corn fed,
farm boys. And all made him hard.....filling his head with fantasies of having
sex with each and every one of them.
"Do you ever thing about , er ah , you know stuff when you jack off?"
Carson stopped in his tracks "Like what?" he asked nervously as if Mark knew
something about him that he hadn't admitted yet.
"You know, naked women and ....." his voice drifted off for a moment "and men"
he added.
"Yea..everybody does" Carson sighed with relief.
"Men too? I mean you know athletes, guys at school, friends....." Carson was
almost muttering.
"Yea..well I guess. I know I do" Carson admitted more then he planned.
"Great. I mean, I kinda do all the time and sometimes I can't make it stop no
matter how many times I yank the pud" Mark was smiling.
The sight of his bare chest, developed pecs and the bare upper hipbones made
Carson's cock begin to harden.
"I even think about you" Mark said as he looked away.
"Thanks, I guess" Carson said. His cock was hard now. He felt himself being
looked at even thought Mark's eyes were elsewhere.
"I get crazy sometimes too" he admitted and that made Mark look back at him.
"Hell I think we all do."
"Even Matthew and Boyd?" they laughed.
Matt and Boyd were brothers....and both blonde blue eyed kids who everyone
thought were beautiful.
Wherever a bunch of kids went, everyone complimented the two blonde boys and
ignored the rest.
"Well, they probably think about each other" Carson said. He had fantasies of
the two having sex with each other and it helped him reach orgasm a few times.
"What do you think about when you think about me?" Mark said.
"Ah man, quit it, we dont' want to talk about that crap." Carson said. He felt
his face blushing..and his entire body was getting warm too.
"It's ok, it's just us. I won't tell." Mark said then he offered "I'll tell
you what I think about when it comes to you."
Carson looked at his bare feet and didn't respond.
"I think I'm putting lotion all over your body after we've been in the sun
getting real hot and red. I feel everywhere and .... everything" Mark's voice
got low again "and then I explode".
There was silence.
Mark was awaiting a possible rebuke. 
Carson smiled "like the sun is doing to us now?"
Mark smiled wider then before "yeah".
They ran a few more feet across the earth until the found themselves on grass
now and in the shade.
"There, thats better. I wouldn't want to get too red." Carson said making Mark
laugh knowing he was being teased.
They sat on the ground. 
"When I really get horny..you know when you can't stop..and it doesn't matter
how many times you do it?" Carson looked at Mark.
Mark nodded.
"I think of those damn bib overalls and how I take feel inside them..and then
take them off you"
"Then what" Mark asked obviously interested..if not as horny as Carson was
now.
"I dont' know, I just guess I do stuff" Carson stumbled rather then talk about
his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his cock, his butt or any part of Marks
anatomy.
He jumped a bit feeling Marks hands on his bare shoulders.
"You think if we do any of this stuff, it'll help us so we don't go nuts all
night long?"
His fingers had moved to Carsons brown nipples and begun to play. Carson
didn't pull away..he let his had fall back on Mark's legs and closed his eyes.
"maybe" he said
"good" Mark added gently pinching each one of Carson's tips of his nipples.
He bent over and kissed Carson's upturned face..then his lips.
The two boyhood friend stood facing each other and Carson put his hands on the
bare hips he had lusted after for so long.
Their lips continued to press as their tongues explored each others mouths.
Hands felt bodies and the afternoon sun moved across the rest of the sky.
Marks cock was in Carsons mouth. Carsons cock enjoyed Marks mouth. Cocks
stabbed into asscracks. Young bodies strained, enjoyed and sweat.
Naked and spent, the two lay together.
"Does this make us queer?" Mark asked.
Carson recalled the magazine, "no just normal, gay but normal"
They dressed and walked back across the plowed earth. The bare portions of
their bodies felt more alive then ever before. Their guts felt calm and still.
As they walked they would brush against each other...dangling hands finding
each other for instants of recognition..but not long enough to hold for fear
eyes would see.
Cars sped by seeing the two farm boys in the field. Cocks expanded with
fantasies about the two. Older men and young men alike wondered if farm boys
were any different then city guys.
And the answer is, "no, they're normal".