Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1999 05:30:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: "D.Z." <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys on the Farm-4

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
you are underage, or 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 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 Four

When David woke up he was laying on his side, back to
back with Tristan.  He moved to lay on his back and
stretched, feeling refreshed and ready for another day
of adventure on the farm.  Tristan was sleeping
soundly, snuggled in beneath the warm blankets and
quilt.  David felt better about himself than he had
for a long time.  His conversation with Tristan before
they fell asleep lifted a big load of confusion from
his mind.  He hadn't known how to deal with his mixed
emotions stemming from his childhood encounter with
his uncle and his sexual urges that Tristan had
witnessed.  He knew now that he could trust his best
buddy, Tristan, with his feelings and sexuality,
whatever that was.  He still was learning about
himself as a male with sexual urges and responses.

"Tristan, wake up!  Its seven o'clock and we're going
to town this morning-lets get going!"  David said as
he reached over and shook Tristan.  Tristan was still
tired-he had trouble falling asleep and wasn't ready
to be done sleeping.

"I'm tired-let me sleep a little more," mumbled
Tristan as he rolled over on his back.  His dreams had
been contributing to the pleasant feelings produced by
his morning hardon and he wanted to prolong them.

"Come on, get up", insisted David, as he threw the
bed covers back from both of them and sat up in bed as
he looked over at Tristan.  Tristan's 7-inch hardon
was creating an obvious tent in his boxer shorts and
Tristan made a futile grab at the covers to pull them
back.  David intercepted him and they began to wrestle
for control of the bed covers.  In his efforts to
control Tristan, David laid across Tristan to keep him
pinned down.  Tristan's boner pressed against his
belly and David's semi-hard cock responded quickly by
becoming fully hard.  Their wrestling motions slowly
died away as they realized what effect it was having
as it was causing a mutual grinding of their horny
cocks into each other.

Suddenly David moved away and stripped off his boxers,
revealing his 5-inch hard cock with its uncut cockhead
fully exposed.  "You wanted your chance to handle my
equipment, here it is," he announced as he pulled some
blankets over them.  Take your bottoms off too, dude.
If you touch me, I touch you."

Slightly shocked by this change in David, Tristan was
fully awake now and very willing to comply.  He
shucked off his boxers and slid down a ways on the bed
so he could get a good grip on David's cock.  As he
grasped David's cock, immensely excited that he was
holding that warm, hard rod of David's that he waited
so long to touch.  He explored it, peeking under the
covers to watch David's loose skin move back and forth
over his cock helmet.  It was still very new and
erotic for him to watch the foreskin slide up and
cover the head, leaving just the tip with its slit
showing and then slide back to fully expose his glans
with its flared ridge.  Then he played with David's
ballsack and balls, marveling at the feel of the loose
sack and balls inside like marbles.

The feelings produced by someone else stroking him
were even better than doing yourself, noted David.  It
allowed him to concentrate fully on how good his cock
and ballsack felt as Tristan was playing with them.
David began to thrust slightly with his hips, wanting
to hasten that explosion of cum that was aching to be
released.  He reached over and fondled Tristan's
longer, cut cock almost without being aware of what he
was doing.  This was all it took for Tristan to get
serious about stroking David to his completion.
David's cum came fast and hard, shooting out of his
cock as if it were a rifle.  David thought his cock
would explode with the jolts of intense pleasure.
Two of his cum shots hit Tristan in the face as it was
in the line of fire.

Tristan wiped off David's cum from his face and rubbed
it into his own throbbing dick. "David, go for it!  I
need to cum so bad," he groaned.  David did as he was
asked, stroking Tristan's larger cock somewhat
tentatively at first and then going at it as he caught
on to a rapid rhythm.  Soon Tristan's balls drew up
tight against his dick.  Moments later Tristan's cum
was shooting up unto his chest as he squirted 4 loads
of cum before dribbling 2 others over David's hand.

David could feel Tristan's cock relax under his
hand-it was amazing how Tristan's cock could transform
from rock-hard to soft and pliable that quickly as he
held it.  He could also feel the remnants of his load
dripping from his cock slit and leaving small trails
of cum which ran down his hip.  He could see that
Tristan's cum looked the same as his-but how did it
smell?  Raising the hand which Tristan's cum had
dribbled on to his nose, David inhaled the odor of
another male's essence.  It smelled much like his own
cum, a tangy odor that was like no other.

"David, that was the greatest ever!  And the way your
cum shot out-I can't freaking believe how it flew!"
whispered Tristan with enthusiasm.  "I'm really glad
you decided that it wasn't so bad to touch another
guy's cock.  I had to cum so bad-I just about came
when I was stroking yours without even touching mine."

"You did?"

"Yeah, it was so cool to stroke your dick and watch
you shoot like that...so how does my cum smell?"

"Pretty much like mine, I guess.  We better wipe all
this off and get dressed so we can go to town this
morning, remember?"

"Course."

The boys got out of bed and tidied up the bed still
naked, their cocks dangling proudly at half-mast with
the afterglow and the need to piss.  They dressed then
and went downstairs for breakfast.

Mornings on the farm were refreshing-the cool country
air smelled so fresh and the unobstructed view of the
rising sun was glorious!  The boys watched Grandpa
Brandt do his morning chores while hanging around the
barn to see if they could watch Ace in action.  Ace
and the mare were still penned together but it didn't
seem like she was in season any longer as they just
stood together swishing their tails at flies.

The trip into town went quickly.  Once there they made
several stops-the bank, the Dept. of Agriculture
office, and then the Farmers Supply Cooperative.  It
had everything a farmer needed: hardware, tools,
clothes, kitchen equipment, animal feed, toys, rifles
and ammunition, and on went the list.  The boys looked
at everything but what caught their interest the most
were the cowboy hats!   Tristan found a black one that
he thought was cool while David couldn't decide
between brown or gray.  Grandpa found them with the
hats and told them to bring the one they wanted up to
the register.  "You earned a little reward yesterday
and those hats will come in handy on Saturday when we
take the horses and the stage to the County Fair
parade on Saturday," remarked Grandpa.  "David, if you
want my opinion, you look best in the brown hat.  Now
let's go over to the gun section and get you some more
.22 shells."

While they were there, the boys saw some BB guns.
They knew they couldn't have real rifles to use
without adult supervision, but they badly wanted to be
able to do "target practice" on their own.  Grandpa
couldn't say no and bought each boy a Super Pump
Action bb gun and a healthy supply of bb's.

The boys were so proud of their new hats and excited
from getting the bb guns and about the plans for
riding the stage in the parade!  They could wear their
hats and hold the guns as they rode the stage-they
could hardly wait!

After helping load the various purchases, everyone was
hungry so they ate lunch at the local caf.  They had
to wait for it to be served, there was no McDonald's
with ready-to-eat food in this town!  But the
hamburgers and milkshakes were so tasty, they were
worth the wait!  Afterwards they waited for Grandma to
buy groceries before heading back to the farm.

It was early afternoon by the time they got back to
the farm.  They unloaded their various purchases,
which included several boxes of .22 shells.  Grandpa
hooked up the tractor to the cultivator, saying the
corn needed cultivating bad, especially after the
rain!  "You boys can find something to do with the
rest of your day, I hope?" said Grandpa with a wink as
he fueled the tractor.

"No problem!" said David and was echoed by Tristan.

"Good, I'll be back for supper.   Be careful what you
aim at with those bb guns.  You can shoot all of the
sparrows and gophers you can find.  But, I don't need
any windows shot out and I surely don't want you to be
shooting at the livestock.  And don't get carried away
with what you're doing-we don't want you boys to get
hurt."

"We won't", they promised.

After watching Grandpa drive away with the tractor,
the boys discussed what to do.  Should they nail up
some practice targets first or just start out by
looking for sparrows and gophers?  It only took a few
seconds for the sparrows and gophers to be the
selected targets.  The boys spent a couple of hours
attempting to rid the farmyard of the pesky critters.

After a break for a late afternoon lunch, the boys
decided to go down to the river pasture and look for
targets there.  Gophers and birds were not as
plentiful without a readily available source of food
like there was in the barnyard and soon the boys were
anxious to find something to shoot at.

"Let's play army," suggested David.

"How?"

"Easy.  We'll spit up and then try to find each other.
 When we do, you shoot the other guy in a safe
place--not the face.  You can't cross the river or go
further than these two bends of the river."

"OK, I'll go this way and you go the other way.  If we
go about a hundred yards in each direction, we should
be able to turn around and start without knowing where
the other guy is."

"Yeah."

The war was on.  The boys ran through the trees the
rest of the afternoon, taking shots at one another as
they had the opportunity.  The few BBs which hit them
on the legs and back would sting fiercely but didn't
bruise or break the skin.  That is, until the last one
that Tristan shot at David.  Tristan was shooting low
into a clump of bushes not too far away that David was
hiding behind.  David's return shots were missing him.
 He had pumped two shots in David's direction and
heard a muffled "ow" and immediately sent a third one
at exactly the same place.

"AHHHH" screamed David.  "OW, OW, ow, ow", Tristan
heard David's voice lose volume as he ran up to where
David was hiding.  Tristan was really scared.  What if
he had shot David through an eye?  His heart was
pounding as he found David rolling on the ground with
his hands cupping his crotch.  "You son...of a bitch!"
David gasped out, barely able to talk. "You shot
me...in the nuts!"

"God, I'm sorry, David.  I didn't mean to shoot
there--I was aiming low."

"I was kneeling...on one knee and...the first
one...hit me on the thigh...but that last one...hit me
square...in the crotch."

"What should I do?"

"Help me...pull my pants...down, I gotta check...it
still... hurts bad," David went on in an uneven voice,
tears brimming in his eyes.

Tristan unbuttoned, then unzipped David's jeans
awkwardly since David still had both hands between his
legs.  Tristan carefully pulled down David's pants and
underwear, letting David shift his hands as he went.

David's left testicle was the one that got hit.  On
that side his ballsack was red and there was a
BB-sized mark showing.  It looked like it was
beginning to swell.  Tristan only caught a brief look
at it before David was cupping it again with his hand,
trying to relieve the pain.

"Didn't look like it broke the skin", observed Tristan
quietly.

"How would you like to be shot in the balls and see
how good it feels?" retorted David.  After that
remark, both of them were silent as David waited for
the pain to subside.  He laid there on the ground for
a good ten minutes before brushing his ass off and
pulling up his pants.  "Let's go back.  I don't think
I feel like doing too much for a while except lay
around," David said as he slowly got up.

"Yeah, I suppose you wouldn't," agreed Tristan.  "I'm
really sorry you know."

"I know, we shouldn't have been shooting at each
other."

It was a slow walk back to the farmyard as David's
steps with his left leg caused a matching spasm of
pain in his left nut.  David limped back with Tristan
anxiously helping David whenever he could.  They
arrived at the barn just as Grandma was coming out to
ring the supper bell.  She rang it once and waved at
them to come in.  "We're coming in a just a minute,
Grandma," David yelled back to her.  "Now what do we
do?  I can't walk decent and they'll ask what
happened," he worried aloud.

"Tell them you slipped on a rock and sprained your
groin muscle.  It's close enough to the truth and they
won't ask to see it that way," suggested Tristan.

"Good idea.  But let me tell them, OK?"

"Yeah."

Naturally David's grandparents did notice and that was
the story they were told.  The rest of the evening the
boys stayed in the house and learned how to play a
card game called cribbage with Grandpa.

At bedtime David slowly went up the stairs, feeling a
dull ache every time he lifted his left leg.  Tristan
followed feeling terrible that he had hurt his friend.

"Will you close the door, Tristan?" David asked as he
stripped off his shirt.

"Sure, what's happening?"

"I need to check my balls, the one you shot still
hurts," David replied as he dropped his pants and sat
down on the bed naked.  Spreading his legs wide, David
bent over to look at his balls.  The left side was an
angry red color and swollen.  The spot where the BB
struck was puffy and turning dark.  He carefully
pulled on the left side and quickly stopped as it sent
a spasm of pain shooting up into his stomach.  He
sucked in a gasp of air and said, "Man, it doesn't
like to be touched or moved--I think my left nut is
bruised inside too." He looked up to see Tristan
standing in front of him looking down at the floor.
"Tristan, it was just as much my fault as it was
yours.  We shouldn't have been shooting at each other
and it was my idea in the first place."  At these
words Tristan looked up and David saw trails of tears
running down from Tristan's eyes.

David continued, "Don't feel so bad, man.  This will
get better--hey, its not like you made me into a woman
with a BB gun!  Come here and sit down," and he patted
the bed beside him.

Tristan sunk down on the bed with tears still
streaming down his face.  "I can't help it--I hurt
inside every time it I can tell that you're hurting,"
he said in a shaky voice.

David put his arm around Tristan's shoulders and gave
him a squeeze as he said reassuringly,  "Don't worry
about it--it will be OK."

Tristan leaned over against David, wrapping his left
arm around David's lower back.  They sat there like
that for a few minutes until Tristan had his emotions
back under control.  Wiping his eyes, Tristan looked
over at David and said, "You are the best friend there
ever could be, man."

"Same here," replied David.  "Get ready for bed...I'm
going to sleep like this...it won't hurt as much with
nothing pulling on my nuts."

Tristan stripped off his clothes and turned off the
light.  He slipped into the bed and laid there, not
moving.

"Tristan, is something still wrong?"

"Kinda."

"Well, spill it.  I told you last night about my
personal stuff so now it's your turn."

"It's nothing."

"Yes it is.  Spill it."

"You won't like it."

"Let me be the judge of that--we'll talk it out if
there's a problem."

"I kinda wanted to hold each other again but I didn't
think you would like it," Tristan said very quietly.

David was silent for a moment.  He did think it was
something that was "gay" but he also realized Tristan
was hurting emotionally as much as he hurt physically.
 "Well OK, but let's not make it a habit," he replied.
 "You have to come over to me since it hurts to move."

Tristan moved over in the bed, lying front-side down
against David's side with his head on David's shoulder
while placing an arm over his stomach.  David rested
an arm over Tristan's shoulders.  Tristan could hear
the quiet beat of David's heart and was blissfully
experiencing feelings of being accepted and secure in
their friendship.   Warmth was radiating into him,
resulting from his naked body stretched along David's
nakedness.

David brushed Tristan's curly hair away from his nose,
noticing its springy texture and Tristan's smell. He
could feel Tristan's soft cock pressing against his
thigh and was somewhat surprised how good it felt to
be lying in bed with Tristan against him.  But after
all, they were best friends so it couldn't be gay to
do it this once, could it?  That was how they fell
asleep-loosely holding each other and providing
comfort and reassurance through their physical
contact.