Date: Thu, 8 Apr 1999 19:57:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: "D.Z." <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys on the Farm-Day 3

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 the days go by and their relationship deepens. If
man to man sex or normal reproductive acts of farm
animals offend you then you should move on to
something else.  I would appreciate any comments
emailed to me at ndman72@yahoo.com. BOYS ON THE
FARM-Day Three is a work of pure fiction -- the
characters and the events do not represent any person
or situation. Copyright (c)1999, all rights reserved.
Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or
publication.


BOYS ON THE FARM.

Day Three.

The thunderstorm had been triggered by the leading
edge of a cold front. Because the window was wide open
throughout the night the temperature of their bedroom
gradually went from 90 degrees to 62 degrees. David
and Tristan went to sleep naked and were only covered
with a sheet-- the rest of the bed covers were laying
in a heap on the floor. As their room cooled the boys
didn't consciously notice but instead gravitated
towards the warmth of each other's body. Morning found
them sleeping soundly and laying closely together to
keep warm-Tristan's front pressed against David's
back.

It was inevitable considering the sexual tension built
up from the day before and their unrelieved urges.
Tristan's cock was hard and nestled perfectly between
David's ass checks. Subconsciously, Tristan was aware
that his cock felt really good and needed relief which
his dreams provided. In his dream his subconscious
mind was playing out his desire that he and David were
having an enjoyable sexual encounter. Still asleep,
his hand reached over David and found David's uncut
cock and balls and began playing with them.

David was sleeping totally relaxed and sleeping
deeply. Slowly he began to be aware that his cock and
balls were sending erotic signals to his brain. There
was a hand playing with his cock and balls from behind
him. Shifting, he moved his ass back and felt
something press against his sensitive crack and
asshole. The feelings that evoked were just as strong
as the ones he had experienced last night when Tristan
massaged his ass!

As their sexual urges built, both boys began to wake
up and realize just what was happening. All motion
suddenly ceased--Tristan with his hand on David's
cock. Tristan opened his hand slowly, releasing David
and leaving an aching longing behind in David's
throbbing cock. As Tristan started to guiltily pull
back away from David, David reached behind, pulled
Tristan back against his ass and murmured, "Don't."

Unsure of what not to do Tristan whispered, "Don't
what?"

"Don't stop-I'm so close and I've just got to cum,"
David whispered back. "It felt so good with your hand
on my dick. Keep going."

Hardly believing his ears, Tristan resumed his
motions. His hips moved in time with his hand on
David's stiff cock and soon David was bucking his hips
as well.

"Here... it... comes," gasped David as he squirted
bursts of cum that flew out all over in front of David
from Tristan's efforts on his cock.

By this time Tristan was frantic to reach orgasm as he
rolled away from David and onto his back. He began
rapidly stroking his 7 inch hardon. Within a very
short time jets of Tristan's cum were erupting from
his cock and splashing over his smooth belly and
chest. As his wads of cum started rolling off his
torso towards the bed, Tristan tried stopping it with
his hands. "David, get my boxers for me to wipe this
up with," he asked.

David got out of bed and grabbed the first pair of
boxers he saw and wiped the drops of cum from himself
before moving towards Tristan. He intended to hand
them to Tristan but instead Tristan had a different
idea.

"When I move my hands away one at a time, wipe it up
before it gets all over the bed," Tristan urged.

David did as he was asked but was frowning as he did
so. Then he turned and began dabbing at the cum that
he shot on the bed. "What's your problem?" he asked.
"I made a mess all over my side of the bed and you're
worried that a little of your cum will get on the
bed?"

"Sorry, I just didn't want to make it worse," replied
Tristan. Then he grinned and said, "Wasn't that
radical? It was so cool to do it someone else. Would
you do it to me next time?"

David hesitated. "Tristan, I don't know. This was
pretty gay and I'm not sure I want to be that way.
Lately with you around I just haven't been able to
control myself."

"Getting your rocks off is gay? I don't think so and
so what if I gave you a little help. You said yourself
that it felt really good when I was touching your
dick!" Tristan responded indignantly. "I thought we
were buddies who could help each other out."

"Oh yeah, well what about the way you had your dick
stuck between my ass cheeks?"

"I didn't do it on purpose to start with and you
wanted it right back when I was going to move away!
Your ass was squirming just as much as mine!"

David shut up and started dressing in the chilly
bedroom. He didn't know what else to say and he was
confused about how he should feel. His brain told him
that this was not right but his body was shouting it
was great and that he wanted more. What was worse is
that he and Tristan had never argued before.

Turning his back to David, Tristan got dressed too.
The joy he had been feeling drained away. He didn't
expect to have this argument now when what he really
wanted was to climb back into bed and warm up again
next to David. He had been so content when he had been
nestled up to David and felt so close to him only
moments before.

"BOYS-RISE AND SHINE!" yelled Grandpa Brandt up the
stairs. "I CAN REALLY USE YOUR HELP TODAY SO GET
DRESSED AND HAVE BREAKFAST!"

With a look between them, the boys finished
straightening up the room and Tristan hid his boxers
that they used to wipe up their cum in his suitcase.
Within two minutes they were downstairs and went
directly outside to look at the tree that had been
struck by lightening that night before.

"Awesome". "Cool". Were the comments made by the boys
as they inspected the tree. It had split completely
down the middle and the two halves had fallen in
opposite directions.

"BOYS, COME IN AND EAT YOUR BREAKFAST", called
Grandma.

"Well, boys we have our work for the day right in the
front yard. That tree is will have to cleared out of
there. I was hoping you would help me and the team of
horses today."

"Sure" the boys answered simultaneously. They ate
their breakfast rather quietly due to the after
effects of their little argument. Grandma and grandpa
noticed their quietness and traded looks with each
other.

"Let's go boys. You can help me with the chores in the
barn and then we'll hitch up the mares up to the wagon
so they can help us haul the tree branches away as we
cut them." They went out the barn and made sure the
horses had plenty of hay in the mangers. Then Grandpa
Brandt got a pail of oats from the grain box inside a
closet in the barn. He made the boys promise to never
leave that door open because a horse that eats too
much grain could founder-which meant that the grain
would make it so sick that it would be crippled if it
didn't die. They solemnly promised Grandpa but were
excited about catching the mares.

First, Grandpa went up to Nellie and snapped a lead
rope to her halter. He then lead her out of the barn
and released her in the stud coral. "We'll leave
Nellie in here today so Ace can breed her. The other
three mares can pull the tree limbs away," he
explained as he walked.

Then he caught each of the other mares and tied them
to the supports lining the center alley of the barn.
He went into a room that he called "the harness room"
which was full of leather straps and horse collars.
Grandpa carefully harnessed the mares, making sure the
leather straps weren't twisted and that they were all
connected properly. He then asked Tristan to open the
barn door and gathered the reins from each of the
horses in his hands. "David, come here and stand in
front of me and put your hands right in front of mine
on the reins. I'm going to teach you a little about
driving a team of horses." Then he clucked his tongue
a few times, shook the reins a little, and told the
mares to "giddup". Immediately they started walking
out of the barn with the colts trailing their mothers.
When they were outside, Grandpa pulled back on the
reins and firmly said, "Whoa". It worked-the horses
stopped.

"Now Tristan, close this door and open the one on the
other end of the barn that goes into the stud coral.
Then, open the gate to Ace's pen and let him out-be
sure to stand behind the gate and not in Ace's
way-he'll be in a hurry to get out to that mare and he
might run over you if you don't."

Tristan was feeling a little left out up to this point
but was thrilled that he was the one who was letting
Ace out to breed the mare. He did exactly as he was
told and watched in fascination as Ace quickly moved
outside and over to Nellie. Ace didn't waste a moment
before he was sniffing by her tail and she seemed glad
to let him. Just like the other day, Ace's cock slid
out of its sheath and curved towards the ground. In
seconds it was jutting straight out at an angle from
his pelvis and it was the most magnificent cock that
Tristan would ever see. Tristan moved towards the open
barn door to see better and wasn't very far away when
Ace mounted that mare, stuffing his gigantic horse
cock into the mare. He fucked her hard and fast and
was done in just a couple of minutes.

'It was a good thing I had just cum this morning,'
Tristan thought as he rubbed his cock through his
jeans watching Ace breed Nellie. He realized suddenly
that David and Grandpa would be wondering what he was
doing so he hurriedly rearranged himself and left to
catch up with David and Grandpa.

While Tristan was watching Ace, Grandpa and David were
driving the horses over to the shop to hitch up the
wagon. "David, you and Tristan were pretty quiet this
morning. Is
anything wrong?" asked Grandpa.

"No, not really. It'll be OK," answered David, hoping
Grandpa didn't really know why he and David were so
quiet at breakfast.

They spent that morning cutting off the main branches
of the huge old tree and hauling them out in a summer
fallow field next to the farmstead. The boys took
turns helping Grandpa drive the team and the dogs
followed them everywhere. It was so much fun to be
working with the horses. The morning air stayed cool
with a breeze coming from the north. At lunch time,
the horses were put in the barn so they could eat and
rest and so the colts could nurse without
interruption.

After lunch Grandpa was feeling pretty tired and he
took a nap in his favorite chair. That left the boys
with some free time and in a flash they over to the
barn to see what Ace and Nellie doing. To their
disappointment, Ace was just standing there next to
Nellie with his cock dangling out about half ways. As
the boys stood by the barn hoping for some action,
Tristan told David what he'd seen that morning down to
the last detail.

David decided not to mention that Grandpa had asked
about them this morning. He still didn't know what to
think about their sexual adventure this morning but he
wanted to know what Tristan was thinking after their
little argument. Without looking at Tristan he asked,
"Uh, Tristan, about this morning. Are you mad at me?"

Tristan moved so he could look at David sideways.
"David, we're buddies. I wasn't really mad this
morning and I'm not mad at you now. It just didn't
seem to me that what we were doing was so wrong. I
just thought you might like to do me sometime like I
did you, OK?"

Glancing upward, David replied, "I don't know what to
think, Tristan-I feel so mixed up about it."

"We better talk about it later-here comes your
Grandpa."

They worked hard that afternoon, cutting the split
tree trunk into smaller sections that the horses could
drag. Still they were heavy and the horses and men had
to work to get the job done. By late afternoon the
fallen tree had been removed from the yard. After they
helped Grandpa unharness the horses and get it put
away, he thanked the boys and told them that they were
good workers. "You boys did a big job today and were
good help. I think we'll go into town tomorrow to do a
little shopping. I'll go and tell Grandma to get
supper started so we'll be eating in an hour or so."

"Let's go down by the river", suggested Tristan. (He
was hoping for more skinnydipping.)

"Na, it's too cold. Let's go build a fort with those
branches we cut today. I'll get a saw and some twine
and we'll build one around that big tree limb branch
that's held up from the ground by the branches."

"Cool, let's go!"

That activity kept the boys busy the rest of that day,
with a short break to eat their evening supper. They
worked industriously, adding small branches to a crude
framework in order to complete their fort.

Tired and dirty, they came inside at sunset to shower
and eat a bed-time snack. Grandpa could be heard
snoring in the front room the whole time. "You boys
outworked Grandpa today. He sat in that chair after
supper, read his paper and has been snoring ever
since! He'll use any excuse he can to play with his
horses. I'm so glad you were here to help,", Grandma
said. Their faces beaming, they loved being there
eating her snacks and receiving her attention and
praise.

It was chilly in their room as they went to bed that
night. The boys changed clothes and put a quilt over
the bed before crawling under the comforting weight of
the blankets. They laid awake in the darkness, each
thinking about that same morning and not knowing what
to say after their little argument.

David decided to take the plunge and say something. He
was nervous and his heart was pounding but he had to
sort out the confusion inside him. "Tristan, I want to
tell you something. But you have to promise that you
won't tell anyone else ever, OK?"

"OK".

"I mean really promise."

"David, I really promise."

David started whispering. "I have an uncle named
Robert who is gay. When I was about 5 years old, my
parents left me with him so they could go out one
night. He was 18 and I thought he was really nice
because he was so much fun. We played that whole night
and then he had me take a bath and he helped."
 "What did he do?" Tristan whispered back.
"Well, he was washing me and he really washed my cock
a lot and made it get hard. He said my hard little
cock was neat and that he didn't have a foreskin like
mine. This was all new to me so I asked him if I could
see his since we were different."

"What happened then?"

"He was kneeling by the tub and he unzipped his pants
and showed me his cock. It looked so big and he didn't
have a foreskin to cover the end. There was a little
hair that stuck out around it and I asked him if I
would get big like him and have hair. He said that I
would and asked me if I wanted to touch it."

"Oh wow, so did you?"

"Yeah. I didn't think anything would be wrong about it
since he was my uncle. At first I touched it with the
end of my finger and made it move a little. He said to
go ahead and take hold of it to see how heavy it was.
So I did and pretty soon it started getting hard and
sticking out more. I was amazed by this and my cock
was feeling all tingly."

"Then what?"

"He put it back in his pants-he had trouble doing it
and told me we had better quit messing around."

"So nothing was wrong?"

"Not then, but the next day my mom asked me what we
did that evening and like a little kid I told her
everything. She got upset and told me that what he did
was WRONG and that I should NEVER let another guy
touch me there unless he was a doctor and I was in his
office. So you see, that's why I get so mixed up."

"Oh man, David, no wonder. Have you seen your Uncle
Robert since then?"

"He went out to California. I've only seen him once
and that was at a funeral. Hardly anyone in the family
would talk to him and they talked about how he was gay
and how bad it was. I wanted to say hi to him but I
didn't dare. He looked so sad. I don't want to be gay
and have my family treat me like he was treated."

"Yeah, it would be horrible to have your family come
down on you like that. But what if a gay person just
can't help being the way they are? Do you feel bad
that he touched you when you were little?"

"No, I guess not because of that-I think I feel worst
because my family practically disowned him because of
it".

Tristan reached over and laid his hand on David and
told him, "David, I understand and I will never say
anything that would make that happen to you. I trust
you and hope that you will trust me. Because we're
buddies I wasn't ashamed to touch your cock and you
don't need to be ashamed if you touch mine because
it's ok with me."

"Tristan, won't that make me gay?"

"I don't think touching any guy's equipment
automatically makes you gay. Is that what you're
worried about?"

"I think so."

"You are my best friend so I can say this-when a
person gets so horny like we do what's so wrong about
getting your rocks off with a friend? I think you're
gay only when you have no interest in girls at all. Is
that the way it is for you?"

"NO!"

('Darnit,' Tristan thought. 'That's the way it seems
to be for me. I wish I could be sure'.) "Well, why are
you so worried then? Just relax a little and accept
whatever happens that is right for you," Tristan
wisely advised.

"OK. Thanks, I'm going to sleep on what you said. I
knew I could trust you. Good night," David finally
whispered as he turned over to go to sleep.

"Good night," replied Tristan as he too rolled over,
not to sleep but to wonder how he would ever be able
to tell David just how he was attracted to him.