Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2007 15:00:07 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Farm Boy Becomes a Model Part One" by Jay Roberts  Gay Rural

==The word "farm" may make you think of a bucolic story of pigs and goats
it is not, it is an adult story, pretty pornographic.  If you are under 18
you must leave.  If you hate, or are offended by this kind of story, You,
too should leave.  The rest of my kind of people are welcome.


Wesley Hancock, an innocent farm boy is in the big city for the first time.
He won a partial scholarship to Texas A & M.  He's here in Dallas, waiting
to get an appointment to see the scholarship committee.  He's a long way
from Old Forks, smack in the farm country.  The noise and excitement of the
city is making him long for quiet.  He also misses he big brother Clem,
especially those, before-bed fun times.

Wesley is eighteen.  The years have been good to him.  Each year he has
grown more adorable and cute, though he is totally unaware of his male
beauty.  His eyes, the color of blue bells, his hair of dark blond
unruliness are enough to make him outstanding, add to that, his six foot,
smooth, tan frame that could grace a Roman statue, you got a drop-dead
bundle of pure perfection.  Wesley, modest and shy hardly notices that men
and woman stop in the street to stare at him.  He thinks it's because he
wears poor farm boy overalls.

Seeing Wesley smile is a life-changing experience.  His perfect white teeth
gleam with health from eating fresh eggs, never over a day old, milk from
that morning and vegetables from Gramp's farm.

Right now Wes is in a coffee shop.  He has been staying at the YMCA to keep
down expenses until his college stuff is completed and eating at Rosie's
Caf‚ and Coffee.  Although the prices are cheap, Rosie is an excellent cook
and everyone says her coffee rivals the best restaurants.  That is why Jeff
Turner and Sal Romano go there.  They are fashion photographers and could
afford the best, but it was Rosie's for them.

Jeff is a cute redhead, tall and rangy, freckled and smooth.  He has a
confidant, cocky attitude.  He's in his mid-twenties, as is his partner.
Sal is a typical Italian stallion.  Muscular, always up for sex.  He is an
excellent boxer, but his sweet nature usually prevails and he will forgive
almost anything.

The two were at their favorite table discussing their latest assignment, a
layout of a complete catalog of men's clothes.  The job came from the
largest retail combine in the country.  They had been asked not to mention
the name and they complied.  The problem was, the big shots had a definite
idea of using a single model.  They also had very definite ideas of the
kind of model they wanted.  "No fags.  No muscle men.  Real American look,
clean and wholesome...and someone that has never been used before."

Jeff growled at Sal.  "Yeah try and find that kind of a model in this
world.  They're all jaded and fit the description of what is NOT wanted.
I'm wondering if we should just pass on this and..."

He stopped, Sal looked at him, at his open mouth staring.  "What's up
Jeff?"

"Look at that kid across the room."

"The one in the overalls with one strap broken and holes in the knees?"

"Yeah.  My heart is beating fast.  He is a find.  He is just what we are
looking for.  Let's go over to talk to him."

The two got up and walked over to the table that he boy was sitting at, As
soon as he saw them, he smiled his welcome-to-the-farm smile, his eyes
crinkling up in pleasure.  "Why don't you gentlemen join me.  There's two
fine empty chair just awaitin' fer yur rumps."

Jeff introduced himself.  Wes half rose and grabbed Jeff's hand in his big,
slightly roughed farm boy hand.  Jeff turned red as he felt his pants
poofing out.  His eyes involuntarily closed out of lusty passion.

Sal wanted to get in on this.  He threw his muscular arm over Wes's right
shoulder, the bare one.  As soon as the inside of Sal's arm got touched by
the warm, tan flesh of Wes's arm, Sal began breathing hard.  To cover their
indiscreet bulges, they quickly sat down.

"What is a fine boy like you doing in Dallas," Jeff asked.

Wes told them about winning the half scholarship at the country fair with
his prize pig Julius.  "I am jes awaitin' fer more information 'bout my
courses and what to pay fer.  Gramps gave me five hundred dollars to cover
thing.  You think this will be too much.  I don't want them to think I am
rich or anything."

The two city boys looked at each other and nodded their heads.  They knew
that this boy was a few cans short of a case of beer and that was fine with
them.  If truth be known, they were a little bit sharpies in business
dealings.

"Have you ever modeled?" asked Sal in a husky voice, finding it hard to
look directly at the kid's handsome face.

"I'm not sure what they is.  The man who sold us our milkin' machines took
pichers of me using them.  He called that modeling.  Zat what you'all
mean?"

Jeff agreed immediately.  "Great, then you know what we mean.  We need a
model, a boy just like you, healthy and..."

"God fearin'?" Wes interjected.

"Sure," they both assured him.

They explained about their assignment.  They told him that he will get
pictures taken in various outfits, even underpants.  That made Wes laugh.
"I never wear them things.  Just makes more to wash."

They both felt a little faint thinking of this boy with nothing between
them and he country cock than some worn denim.  They both vowed to get this
boy in front of the camera and into a dressing room.

"Does this modeling stuff make money fer the model?"

"Oh yes," chimed Sal.  About $80.00."

"A week?  That's not too bad."

"No," Jeff hurried to say, "Per hour."

Wes put his puffy lips together and whistled.  They both felt their faces
getting hot from the lip stuff.

Within a few minutes, the boys picked up Wes check, though he fought over
it, and the three headed down the street and up the flight of stairs into
the studio.

Jeff led the way, followed by Wesley, and last Sal, giving him the
overwhelming pleasure of watching that lovely farm boy ass waggling up the
stairs in front of him.  Once inside, Sal took over.  "Follow me Wes."  He
opened sliding door to reveal a closet hung neatly with rows of suits,
sports wear and shoes in boxes.  Wes turned to Sal and put his pink puffy
lips together again and whistled.  Sal again had to bend slightly to hide
his instant erection.

Jeff came over to the other two.  "Wes, here is your dressing room.
Suppose we try this one outfit, shorts and a tee shirt that has a logo of
the designer.  You can skip the shoes for this trial shot."

Wes disappeared into the dressing room.  He called out "These clothes
wouldn't hold up to farm work.  The little pants is thin and the top would
surely catch on branches, but I like being barefoot, mostly I am on the
farm."  He emerged from the dressing room.  First thing the older guys saw
is the sight of Wes's outstanding caves with their gentle muscular curve
and gleaming, naturally tan, hairless look.  Next their eyes were drawn to
a pair of the most perfect formed feet."

They stood there transfixed, suddenly Sal said, "Jeff, the camera, the
shots."  Jeff shook his head to clear it.

"Right.  Now Dex, we just don't take a picture of you standing there, you
have to think something to give to picture reality.  Suppose you play act
that you have just arrived at a party at a pool and you are looking over
the crowd."

"Oh, I think I know what to do.  It was kinda like the picture-taker who
took me and Julius."

"Who's Julius," thinking may the beauty-boy had a boyfriend.  "Julius is my
prize hog.  I tol' you 'bout him afore."

"Oh yes," the photographers said.  Meanwhile Dex got a faraway look in his
eyes as he tried to imagine the little story he had to act out.  He put one
hand at his waist and the other over his eyes as if he was scanning the
crowd.

"Perfect," breathed Jeff.

"Stop standing there Jeff, snap the shutter."

Well it went on that way for about two hours.  Dex slipped into a suit, a
tux, a tennis outfit and more.  He changed shoes for each shot.  The older
boys marveled at his patient and good humor all during the setups and
shots.  They were both falling in love with his physical look as well as
his outstandingly lovely nature.

Finally, the underwear shots came.  "I don't know iff' I should come out of
this lil' room.  I might as well be nekkid."

The boys answered in husky voices.  "Oh yes.  Come out."

Out strode Wes, his bikini underwear showing off his smooth belly, the long
legs and full thighs.  His chest was outstanding, farm-work muscles, smooth
and tan.  But there experienced eyes evaluated his pouch.  "I been worried
'bout that front.  Looks like a small animal is residing there," Wes said
worriedly.

"Oh no," said Sal, "It's perfect, fact is we'll even take a side view and
especially a rear view."  He remembered that ass in front of him on the
stairs, now it was almost fully exposed.  An ass for the ages.  Gentle
curving lines, a dimple on each side."

Jeff whispered to him, "If this catalog comes out, we ought to buy stock in
the company.  It is sure to go up."

"Yeah," Sal said, "I notice you are going up too.

Now Sal and Jeff were both bi-sexual, but they had a fast rule when they
form their partnership: no sex between them.  They realized that it is the
fastest way to trouble.

Jeff calla break.  "You need a bit of a rest after all the posing.  I
ordered up a pizza and some cokes.  Is that okay with you Wes.

"Well, I never heered of that pizza food, but iff'n you eat it, I'm sure
it's good."

Wes was in his underwear from the last shot.  He had a robe over his
shoulders, but he was pretty well displayed.  When the kid came up with the
pizza, he tripped twice as he was staring at Wes.  Wes being the country
boy got up and took the kid's hand and shook it friendly-like.  The boy
continued to stare and then stumbled out, to return a moment later, he
forgot to collect for the delivery.

Sal handed a slice to Wes, who hungrily took a bite.  "Why it looks funny,
but it tastes fine, a cheese sandwich sorta.  He munched his pizza and
slurped his coke like a kid.  The boys were entranced.  They ate, but they
were both heavily erected.  Wes glanced down at their crotches.  "My, my
you boys surely need a milkin' 'fore you kin go back to work.  Let 'ol Wes
hep you out.  Okay?"

Sal and Jeff looked at each other.  Jeff said slowly, "O-k-a-a-y, what do
we have to do."

Wes laughed cutely.  "You fella are really funny.  How kin a do a milin'
with your clothes on."

Sal asked if he wants them to get undressed.  Wes nodded yes with a happy
smile.  The boys rushed to strip, throwing their clothes all over.  It was
the first time they had seen each other naked and they were both mpressed.

Wes also looked them over.  Sal you are a fine specimen, nice brownish skin
and yur dangle is a pleasing wine color, never saw that afore.  Yur
bullocks are might big, must be a lotta milk in there.  And you Jeff, yur
so nice and long abody, with that white skin an' some freckled on your
shoulders like the picture of Huck Finn in my school book.  I mighty
pleased to have such fine boys to milk."

By now the boys were painfully erected and moist on their pecker heads and
almost quietly moaning.  Actually their were in a sex hazy and submitting
like children to Wes who had become the ring master.  "Now fellas, come
over here to this couch.  Git on your knees and elbows and let your dangles
dangle nicely like cow teats hangin' from the utter.  An' I knew yer utters
are full.  I see your teats are leaking n' yer testicles are full and
plump.  In fact, if'n you were hogs, you would be second class winners,
'cause Julius is always the winner.  Now you got it right.  Jes' settle
down.  Jeff, yer back is wet with sweat.  Nothing to worry 'bout, only fun.
And Sal, you are breathin' like the electric pump Gramps uses to get rid of
puddles in the field.  Just breath natural."

This was the first time Jeff and Sal were in a sexual episode together.
Sals warm side was pressing against Jeff's sensitive skin.  That added so
much to the experience even though it made them a little embarrassed.

Wes reached his experienced hands around the narrow waists of the good
looking youths and took hold of each of their cocks and gently eased them
by slowly moving his farm hands from root to head.  In a few moments, the
boys were huffing and moaning something fierce, but gratifying to Wes who
prided himself on making his milking activities have as powerful effect as
a large glass of Gramps moonshine.

After his initial grasping strode, he began wiping his thumb over the dewy
cock heads.  That produced louder cries of ecstasy, "You know what?  I
think you two new friend of mine are goin' to be close to givin' in a few
moments.  I know cause when Clem, my big brother, tho' he's only nine
months older, always gits that fine sweat on his lower back, just over the
rump.  That's a sure sign.  Am I right?  Are you boys goin' give yer fresh
milk?"

The boys were now in the froes of bulking there asses back and forth.  Jeff
groaned out, "You better get us off farm boy.  You started something and
you better finish it or I might just die right here."

Sal could hardly speak.  In a hoarse voice he croaked, "Hey you fuckin'
hick, do it quick or put your dukes up."

Wes just giggled, he was really happy that the boys were so caught up in
the fun.  "Jes hold on.  Now you both have to do somethin' for me afore I
end this fun.  This will make yer giving milk better'n you ever thought.
What I ask you two to do is turn your faces toward each other and kiss.
If'n you kiss hard enough and right enough, you will spew yer milk real
good.  Jeff turned toward Sal and Sal toward him.  Their lips were a few
inches apart.  Each felt the others sweet breath beating on their lips.
They were drawn together like a magnet.  As soon as their lips touched they
sighed into each other and pressed their lips tighter.  A moment later
their tongues touched and played with each other.  Jeff and Sal were no
longer conscious of the room, they were in a sexual orbit, suddenly they
simultaneously mewled into each other's mouths as their intense orgasm over
took them.  Wes had been attending to his milking and he had speeded up and
grasped their teat-cocks harder.  He felt them stiffen and lengthen, and
sure enough beads of fine sweat formed on the flat area above the asses of
both boys.  They broke the kiss, their heads reared up and they roared
their cum shout and spews shot after shot of new milk onto the couch.

Wes laughed out loud with his success.  "I wish mightily that I had a pale
'neath each of you to hear that sound as the milk hit the pail.  "Course
now we hafta wipe up this couch.  Should be no problem cause it's leather
or such."

He was prattling away while Jeff and Sal tried to focus their eyes and
thoughts.  Finally they half sat up.  "Hey you rural rascal," said Jeff.
"Your hand job could be bottled and sold for a million dollars."

Sal just growled, "Thanks."  He was still trying to digest the idea that he
had kissed Jeff.

Farm boy stood up.  "Guess I ought to leave you two gentlemen to recover
more from yur big explosion.  I'll jes mosey back to the YMCA and take a
rest."

Jeff immediately sat up.  "Don't go.  Besides giving you your pay, a nice
dinner is for you as well.  Rosie's Caf‚ is good, but the dining room of
the Dallas Palace is better.  We'll be dressed in a mo and we can be off."

Wes was mighty pleased to be included in a real big city dinner meal.  He
slicked down his hair with water from the tap, washed his hands and face
and came back into the studio, bright and shiny.

The trio did go to the fancy restaurant.  Wes had a big steak.  He
explained that he never eats pork, "You know, because of Julius."

"Who's Julius? Asked Sal.

Jeff smacked him on his arm, right over his bulging muscle.  "The pig, you
dope.  He already told us that."

Sal and Jeff had Grand Dad on the rocks, actually three of them.  They were
real happy and laughing a lot.  Wes, although he just drank milk, laughed
right along with them.  He was having a great time, especially when the
dessert came, two balls of vanilla ice cream over and brownie and topped
with hot fudge and whipped cream This was big enough for six, but Wes put
it away handily.  Sal and Jeff were of the metro-sexual school that
believes you can't be too thin.  No dessert for them, but they enjoyed
watching the kid eat.

"Say Wes," said Jeff, "We hate to see you go back to that dismal Y, why
don't you sleep at our apartment and then we can all go back to the studio
in the AM and take more pics. "  (both guys were figuring that somehow
they'd talk the goof into going naked for shots.)

End Part One