Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2003 16:52:59 -0500
From: unicorn@fgi.net
Subject: farm-hand Ch. 6

After about a 2 year haitus or some excuse for my being so lazy I think
it's about time to do another episode about those boys on the farm, so here
it is guys, "Farm Hand 6."  Perhaps anyone interested should, if they have
not already read them, read the first 5+ episodes just so see who's doin'
what here and what has been goin' on..

Usual disclaimer - see previous episodes - those 'rules' still apply

b/b  growing up boy/boy   who knows what next?

Drop a line to:   unicorn@fgi.net


	The boys awoke next morning, just a tad hungover and there was a
new feeling in the air between them.  The former seemed to be bigger than
the latter but as the morning wore on the latter was obviously there too.
After Virgin Marys (Sam had heard his buddies talking about that being a
good hangover cure), then some freshly brewed coffee and re-warmed
yesterday's cinnamon rolls the world seemed a pretty good place.

	They went out and did the morning summer farm chores which weren't
too pressing nor too strenuous; just checking the water tanks and putting
out feed for the hogs, did the milking by hand - since we kept only two
milk cows we didn't use a milking machine like they have in dairies, and
check on the chickens feed and water and we were done.

	I don't think I had particularly mentioned the various animals we
had except for the saddle horses and old Domino the bull,.  We also had a
Morgan stallion and a registered Duroc boar.  Farm folks in those days were
mostly self sufficient.  They raised all their own fruit and vegetables and
butchered their own meat from poultry to beef, pork, and lamb.  My mother
was an excellent and imaginative cook and we ate well.

	Us little boys really enjoyed the amorous goings on among the
animals, which to them was just a natural thing but to us wildly exciting.
We'd watch the animals breeding and getting bred but to us it was just a
lotta fuckin' goin' on and we'd head for the barn loft and get off with a
few strokes on our own hard dicks and of course, give a friend a hand and
vice versa which felt even better when a friend helped me.

	After we got the chores done we had the rest of the day to
ourselves.  Like I said, my folks said we didn't have to go to church that
Sunday.  It was hot and we were pretty sweaty and sticky by the time we
finished the morning chores.  We'd done the milking first while it was
still kinda cool but it was hot when we got everything done.  We decided to
take a shower in the 'mud room' in the barn and just put on our shoes and
walk to the house naked.  I was ALL for THAT and of course you can imagine
why.  I't get to see Sam's beautiful bod out there in the sunlight with he
sun glinting on his bod hair.  Man, it was enough to give a STATUE a
hardon!  After the night before I didin't give a shit.  When it was just
him and me from then on I could get a boner anytime that sweet piecea
boymeat sprang to attention.  We were almost to the house when we saw a
pickup coming down the lane to our house.  We made a mad dash the rest of
the way and got inside before it drove up and stopped.

	It was a guy from the next farm who was a year younger than Sam and
older than me.  He was a really nice guy who didn't treat younger guys like
they were vermin or an object to be aggravated just for pleasure like a lot
of guys that age do.  He hopped out of the pickup and came on up and into
the house while we were quickly trying to find at least a pair of shorts to
get into.

	He came in and said, "Is this the right place?  Took me a while to
find it.  I mean this IS a Nudist Colony ain't it?, laughing uproariously.
"What're you guys doin' anywaly, runnin' around with no clothes on?  Didn't
think i could see ya, did ya?"  MORE laughter!
	Sam said, "Hey! you're just in time.  If you play your cards right
we just 'might' be able to get you a membership in The Club."

 	The guy who had just arrived is of Welsh extraction though his
family had been here practically forever.  He has black hair, a rosy
complexion, and blue eyes.  He's about 5 feet 10 and probably weighs about
150 pounds.  I'd only seen him in shorts and every time I DID see him in
shorts I wanted to see him totally naked.  He had a light beginning of
black hair on his pecs and down his tum and both pits full of nice black
hair.  Guys who notice pits will know what i mean.  His legs were covered
with curly black hair that looked like it needed to be...groomed...with my
tongue, starting about his treasure trail of course.  He was another
cheerful, hardworking farm boy.  We'd been swimming with him and his
younger brother but we had always worn cutoffs or swim trunks.

	"So.....what are you guys up to today?

	"Nuthin' in particular, I guess.  We just got all the chores done
and got rinsed off and were ALMOST to the house when you came roarin' down
the lane like it was the Indianapolis 500 and almost caught us."

	"I got out of goin' to church today too.  I called a while ago but
you guys were out workin' I guess, so I thought I'd come over and see if
you were here or not.  I thought it might be kinda fun to go swimmin' or
sumthin."

	"Sounds like a good idea. My mom left us fried chicken and stuff
for lunch and we could take it down to the creek.  There is a pitcher of
lemonade in the fridge and that's all ***I*** want to drink today!"

	Sam echoed THAT and screwed up his face and rubbed his head.

	Owen - that was the guy who had just arrived - looked at both of us
and laughed.  "Hmm! looks like you guys mighta got into some brewskis last
night!"

	Sam and I looked at each other kinda sheepishly and both turned red
in the face and grinned and didn't have to say....anything!

	We went out to the patio and all just flopped down on the lounge
chairs and didn't say anything for a min or so.  Sam and I were beginning
to feel fairly like human beings by then.  It was still fairly early in the
morning, about 10 or so I guess.  Just then the phone rang and I got up and
answered it, thinking it might be my folks for some reason or other.  It
wasn't though.  It was a guy from two farms over that we knew pretty
well. His name is Jerry.  He was about 20 or so I think.  He was in
college.  Our family had known his from WAY back.  In fact, every time I
saw HIM i'd get a hardon.  He was a strapping 6 footer who probably weighed
about 175.  He had that kinda dark blond hair which turns gold in the
summer.  He had that gold hair on his arms and pecs and tum and legs.  I'd
seen him when he was playing basketball in school a couple of years before.
We chatted bit and he asked for my dad and I told him the folks were gone
for the weekend and that only Sam and I were here but Owen had just driven
up.

	He said, "Well, it's like this.  My mare is in heat and I know it's
a Sunday but I wondered if I could bring her over and get her bred to your
Morgan?"

	I thought about that a minute and told Sam and we decided.....why
not.

	"Hello? Jerry?  We don't see why not.  Just bring her on over.  Do
you wanta come over pretty soon?  After the fuckfest (LOUD laughter on the
other end of the line) we're gonna take our lunch and go down to the creek
and play around this afternoon."  While I was saying that I looked over at
Sam to check with what he thought and he was vigorously nodding his
head..."Yes!"

	"Yeah, I'll probably be there in a half hour or so."

	"OK, see ya when you get here"

	I never miss a chance to check out boyboxes and I could see that
both Sam and Owen were looking like the temp had suddenly gotten warmer and
were rearranging their genital area.  Mine had started to give a twitch or
too while I was talkin' to Jerry.

	Sam and I went and put on our semi-dirty clothes which we had just
taken off since it looked like we had some more 'work' to do.  We all had a
glass of lemonade and then went out to the barn to wait for Jerry's arrival
with his hot horse.  ;-) I took along a carrot for Tony, the studhorse,
though he was SOON gonna get a lot better treat than a mere carrot!  He
came up to the fence and Sam slipped a halter over his head.  I don't know
if he could understand what we were talking about or could just smell our
boy testosterone but it looked like to me I could begin to see some
studhorse cock beginning to peek out of his sheath.

	About that time Jerry drove up with his mare in his horse trailer
which he pulled with his pickup.  Ol' Tony perked up immediately and gave a
snort and pawed the ground a bit.  The mare had her ears pitched forward
and she gave a big whinny.  Jerry backed her out of the trailer and she was
switchin' her tail and you could see how wet and puffy her horse pussy lips
were.  She was READY!  Well of course, all THAT brought on a lot of ribald
but usual farmguy comments along with lots of hands in pockets and
rearranging of genitalia.

	Jerry led his mare toward and through the barn out to the breeding
pen.  I went ahead to open the gates out of the barn and into the pen.  Sam
had gone on ahead and had led Tony into the pen Tony was a sweet, gentle
horse but right then he was nearly a ton of stud horse who was about to
get....some.  ;-) The mare was kinda dancin' around and flippin' her ears
back and forth.

	Out in the breeding pen was a kinda rack into which you'd back the
mare who was about to get nearly two feet of hot slick horse cock up her
twitching, oozing vagina.  The rack was to prevent the stud horse from
injuring any mare in any way.  There probably wouldn't have been any kind
of injury, that is from the stallions hoofs or something but since we were
being paid for a service, so to speak, we were liable and always used every
means necessary to prevent unforeseen happenings.  The rack was adjustable
for different sizes of mares since, obviously, they would not all be the
same height.  The stallion would put his front feet on the rack on either
side of the mare and it would be adjusted so that it would work as well,
physically, as without the rack.

	Jerry backed his blushing bride-mare, (uh, yea, I know.  Horses
don't blush!) into the rack.  Sam led Tony out and around to the front of
the mare.  Tony pawed a big hoof full of barnyard dirt and the mare tossed
her head and got kinda wildeyed and whinnied.  Tony bit her on the withers.
This was all part of the foreplay and looking around, I could see that it
was definitely working.  Tony's horsecock had come out to see what was
going on and all of us guys had an obvious hardon.  Owen and I were sitting
on the fence and I could smell Owen's sudden underarm smell.  Stale it
would be the pits, (no pun intended) but fresh and under the circumstances
it was...well, it was an aphrodisiac.  I always wanted to play with Owen,
so to speak but right then I lusted for him and every other sex object
preaent.

	Jerry held onto his mare and Sam led Tony around behind her.  He
nipped her on the ass a couple of times and she gave a mild kick of a rear
foot and leg and twitched her tail and raised it.  Her horse pussy was
swollen and black like all horse pussies and it was just slightly open.
There was clear slime dripping off the bottom.  Ol' Tony's pink and black
mottled cock was a good 18 inches out of his sheath and drippin' horse
precum.  He'd twitch it and it' would flop up and hit him in the belly.

	I reached in my shorts - hadn't had time to put on any undies - and
stuck my cock straight up in a comfortable position.  The end and all under
my foreskin was totally wet with precum.  Owen had his hand in his pocket
and was sitting there on the top board of the pen with a lustglazed look in
his eye.

	Jerry gave Tony some slack on his halter rope and he gave the mares
cunt a couple more sniffs and put his front feet on the lower part of the
fuck rack.  He raised his front feet up and landed on the rack in just the
right place for his cock to find that marepussy.  The head of his cock was
at least as big as a teacup and flowing with precum.  He kinda moved back
and forth, his cock covering her satiny ass with cockooze and she was
holding her tail up.  He got his cock in the crack below her pussy and slid
it up to those yearning yawning lips.  He kinda wiggled and the head went
in, he gave a little step forward with his rear feet and shoved the next 15
or 20 inches in in one stroke.

	You can imagine how Sam and Jerry felt and Owen and I nearly fell
off the fence!

	After his first mighty thrust, Tony had it all in and then he began
to fuck that mare and it looked like he was doin' it right!  She had braced
her front feet and had her ears laid back and was lookin' wildeyed and Tony
was bitin' her on the withers and hunchin' back and forth and in only a few
minutes he gave the last big hunch and you could see all the muscles in the
rear half of his body tensing and tensing as he shot about a pint of horse
sperm all the way into her womb.  He stayed there not more than a minute
and backed off, Her pussy was dripping with more of that clear ooze, and he
was drippin' precumlube and sperm.

	I went out and took Tony's rope and Sam had the cock cleaning stuff
ready to clean off Tony's cock.  This is standard procedure but man, it was
totally erotic to me, and I'm sure, all those other guys as well.  Sam took
the soft sponge with a very mild disinfectant and water and sponged Tony's
cock off and then blotted it with some soft paper towels.  Jerry led his
horse over to the water trough and Sam told him to put her in a stall in
the barn.  He finished with Tony and I led him back through the gate and
let him loose in the pasture.  All the guys just kinda looked at each other
and you could see the lust in their faces.

	I surprised myself by saying, "Well!  All you guys sure look kinda
tired.  Want go up in the hayloft and.....rest awhile.  Sam looked at me,
his jaw dropped, Jerry was back by then, he was kinda fiddlin' with his
crotch, Owen was obviously still lust stricken.  They all said, "Why not!!"
and up we went.  There was a pile of baled wheat straw and Sam and I kicked
a few down near the big open window where you put in the hay.  A nice
breeze was coming in the window.  We were all sweated through by then and
the cool breeze felt good.  Sam and I didn't have on a shirt so Jerry and
Owen took theirs off.

	I said, "Aren't you guys hot in those jeans?", surprised at being
so forward.  Sam kinda grinned and Jerry and Owen both kicked off their
shoes, popped the top button on their 501s and kicked them off too.  I was
beginning to think I had died and gone to heaven.  Two sets of blond and
black curly haired legs, two bare chests, THREE studs for me to letch
after!  I was almost going into sensory overload.  I had a big wet precum
spot on my shorts, when Jerry and Owen took of their jeans they had wet
spots and so did Sam.  Owen was wearin' boxer briefs and Jerry had boxers.

	There was an uncomfortable silence for just a minute or so and Owen
said, "Man, that was the hottest thing I've seen lately.  I mean we see the
cows and hogs gettin' bred all the time but those horses were something
else."  He reached down and gave his obvious hard cock a squeeze.

	Jerry looked at me and said, "Looks like you and your 'friend'
enjoyed it too."

	I said, "...uh. yeah, and you and YOUR friend liked it also," and
everybody laughed.  We were all just waiting for SOMEONE to make the first
move.  I couldn't stand it any long and I popped the button on m;y shorts,
unzipped them gave 'em a kick and stood there naked with the smallest
hardon in the group and not the least embarrassed because it was the
smallest cause it wasn't THAT small!  Everybody burst into laughter and
said, "Way to go!" and "Yea, let it all hang out!" and so I said, "OK,
what're YOU guys waiting for?" and they all dropped their drawers and there
they were, some of the objects of my best wet dreams.  Owen had beautifu
black pubes to go along with his hot hairy legs and tum and pecs and Jerry
had blond chest and tum and legs hair and nearly black pubes like some
blonds do.


	You guys wanta find out what happened next and later that
afternoon?  Let me know!  ;-O)

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