Date: Sun, 31 May 2009 12:17:13 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: The New Farm Boy

Usual rules as posted by nifty guys.
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A short synopsis for you.

Rocco is a city boy sent to a country farm/ranch by his father. The owner
has a son and the two boys become lovers.  To add variety one of the ranch
hands is a gay sex partner for them and the ranch owner gets involved with
a little incest. All consensual. A little cp for erotic effect but nothing
nasty.

If any of you would like photographs of Rocco, Patrick and Roy let me know,
I will send them to your email address.
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			     The New Farm Boy
		      Chapter 1 -- A New Experience

The Farm looked fantastic. The transport had dropped Rocco in the yard and
driven off. There didn't appear to be anyone about so he took his bags to
the front porch and dropped them intending to do a little exploration.
Wandering around he noticed that everything looked as though it was out of
a movie set. It was perfect. The yard was clean and swept, the barn was
neat and tidy with fresh straw in all the stalls, the tack room smelt of
saddle soap and all the hay bales were neatly stowed in the loft. The
paddocks were clean with neat fences, and the horses in one of them looked
well fed with well curried coats, nothing was out of place anywhere he
looked. Everything that needed it looked as though it had just been
painted, it was all pristine.


"You are getting out of this ghetto for the summer Son, I want you to see
part of the real world and I pray you will elect to remain in it, because
here you will probably end up as a statistic even if you don't get into
drugs or join a gang. The owner of the farm will employ you part time
allowing you to finish college and do something with your life."

Rocco had looked at his father seeing the deep love that had prompted this
move.

"For you Papa, I will try."

He knew he would hate living in the country with the bumpkins, he was a
city boy, street wise, smart, fit, he could handle himself, but Papa was
the patriarch of the family and had to be obeyed, besides, Rocco loved and
respected his father, he just thought he was wrong this time, but would
give it a try.

Easter had proved a difficult time for Rocco, he had been in and out of
trouble, mostly minor, but prompted by the local gangs who resented him for
staying out of them. The area he lived in was what we called a sink
area. In other words, despite every attempt by the authorities, the quality
of life for the residents was deteriorating and Rocco's father couldn't see
that changing so when the opportunity to get his son out of it came along
from his best friend, he jumped at it and hoped his son would stay away,
well, apart from family visits.


Having explored his new surroundings he sat on the front porch waiting for
someone to return to the house. He was puffing happily on a cigarette when
a utility pulled into the yard and a big bear of a man got out.

"Put that cigarette out boy, and what are you doing here?"

Rocco stubbed out his cigarette in the yard as he rose to meet this
apparition. Before he could speak the Bear said, "Pick up the butt boy,
there is no litter round here."

Rocco blushed, what the hell had Papa let him in for.

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm Rocco Cala, my Papa has booked me in here for part time
employment."

The man relaxed a little and took him into the house, showing him round
before depositing him in a bedroom with two beds, one obviously used.

"You'll share this with my son Patrick, you'll also share your college time
with him and your work time. He's at college now but you can join him for
his chores when he comes home."

The man left him to unpack and Rocco looked at his watch. It was already
late afternoon so what was all this chores to be done thing, now was the
time of day to be relaxing not doing jobs, and if he was going to college
wouldn't he have assignments to do in the evenings?

Unpacking completed and Rocco needed another cigarette so he went back to
the ground floor and lit up, not for long though, the Bear was at his side
in no time.

"Put that thing out boy, and don't let me see you smoking on this farm
anywhere, ever.  To help your transition to civilised behaviour I'll
relieve you of all your cigarettes."

Rocco looked in shock as the man took his cigarettes crumpled them all up
and threw them in the trash. He started to protest but was stopped short.

"Now you listen to me boy. You can forget your city ways, you are here to
work and to learn. We live clean and healthy here and you will as well or I
will send you back to your father. When Patrick gets home you will be in
his charge and until you have learned how to behave here you will be his
shadow. Your Pa sent me your school and college reports and the dean at
Patrick's college has accepted you into the same programme as my son. You
will obey Patrick as you would your Pa and me and you will address me as
Sir until I choose otherwise, do you understand?"

Rocco was shocked, no one spoke to him like this, not even his Pa, but not
being stupid he decided to adopt a wait and see attitude.

"Yes Sir I understand, this is all very different to what I am used to but
I will do my best."

The Bear smiled.

"Good, because I punish non observance of the rules in the same way my
father punished me back in the old country when I was a boy."

Rocco could tell where the old country was by the accent and the name of
the son. The Bear was Irish. Food for thought, how was punishment delivered
in `the old country?' He would have to ask Patrick.  The Bear spent the
next half an hour quizzing Rocco about his past and his future
aspirations. He very soon realised that he was not impressing this country
bumpkin, God forbid that the son was the same, if he was Rocco knew he
would be heading back to the city at the first opportunity. That was when
he heard the truck. The old man got up, well not so old man, more his
father's age, and told Rocco to join him. The two of them watched the truck
pull in neatly alongside the house and a young man who looked about the
same age as Rocco climbed down hefting a back pack onto his shoulders.

"Hello Pa, and I guess you must be Rocco, I'm very pleased to meet you, I'm
Patrick."

He stuck out his hand and Rocco, almost in shock took it.

This boy was gorgeous, and his accent was a wonderful soft burr of
Irish/American.

`My God, he could charm the panties off a virgin with that accent and those
looks' was Rocco's thought as he stuttered out a return greeting.

"You had better take him with you to change Son and he can help you with
your chores tonight. Have you any assignments to do?"

"Yes Sir," was Patrick's reply, "But I should be able to clear those in two
hours."

The Bear looked at his watch and said, "Very well, chores to be terminated
at six, supper at six thirty and then your college work."

Patrick nodded and replied, "Yes Pa. Come on Rocco I have some coveralls
that should fit you."

They went up to the shared bedroom, but on the way Patrick put his back
pack into what Rocco had assumed was another bedroom, the reality was a
well laid out study with two desks, bookcases stuffed with books and a
computer table with what looked like a modern state of the art PC.

"We will be spending a lot of time in here Rocco, my Pa is big on
education. I can occasionally get away with slacking on my chores but
heaven help me if I slack on my studies, he is merciless."

Rocco didn't like the sound of that.

"What do you mean, merciless?"

Patrick put an arm over his shoulder and replied, "I'll show you when we go
out to the barn."

The coveralls were the typical bib fronted type favoured in all the silly
movies about Hillbillies. Patrick didn't appear at all shy about undressing
down to his boxers before slipping his own coveralls on so Rocco shrugged
and did the same. Patrick watched him and couldn't resist commenting on
Rocco's underwear.

"Wow, Rocco, those briefs are seriously sexy, don't you ever wear boxers?"

Rocco blushed a little and mumbled a `no', he thought that was a very
forward remark from a strange boy. Nothing else was said.

"We get easy chores tonight because tomorrow is the weekend and we work a
full day."

The easy chores entailed feeding about a hundred chickens that Rocco hadn't
seen on his previous foray and cleaning out their runs. They fed the horses
as well after Patrick put halters on them to lead them into their stalls
showing Rocco how to do it. He also showed him the old sawhorse with the
padded top.

"I have to lay across that for punishment when I slack off too much for Pa
to tolerate, and depending on the seriousness of the crime he uses these
chastisers."

 Rocco noticed the old leather strap, a couple of canes and a riding crop
hung by the sawhorse. He gulped.

"Hell they must hurt, particularly the riding crop."

Patrick's eyes watered at that.

"Yeah, I've only ever had that once. Pa put me in bed for a week with that,
but that was a long time ago."

 A quick change of subject because Patrick didn't want to discuss the
misdemeanour that had caused that punishment.

"Do you ride Rocco?"

Rocco shrugged "Yeah, a little."

"We'll spend quite a lot of time in the saddle tomorrow so I'll help you."

Rocco thought he might like that.

They took the truck loaded with food for the cattle and drove out into one
of the larger pastures to feed the animals.

"They get most of the nutrition they need from the grass but Pa likes them
to have these extra supplements, keeps them looking good."

Rocco couldn't argue with that, the cattle all looked like high class
pedigrees.

Two hours of hard work and it was into the bathroom to shower.

Rocco gasped when Patrick stripped naked, he was a total turn on and Rocco
could feel a tingling in his loins.

"Er, I'll shower after you're done Patrick."

"Don't be silly, that just wastes time, we're both boys, nothing to be shy
about."

Rocco tried not to look at Patrick and he thought about other things but it
didn't help, his brain kept bringing up the picture of a naked Patrick.  He
had a gorgeous body, a completely hairless, fuckable butt and an appendage
that no gay boy could resist. The result was an impressive hard on that he
tried to hide from Patrick unsuccessfully.

Patrick laughed, "Ah, I see why you wanted to shower separately. Please
don't feel embarrassed, I get erections when I don't want them as well. We
don't worry about them on the farm, the animals are doing it all the time
as well as us, even Pa doesn't get phased if I spring a boner in front of
him sometimes, particularly after punishment when he rubs cream into my
bruised butt cheeks."

Rocco gulped. That sounded frightening.

"Besides," Patrick grinned, "If my boner looked like that I think I would
try to be hard all day just to show it off."

Rocco laughed as well and felt more relaxed with this new friend.

They dressed smart for supper and it was eaten at a properly laid up table
in the dining room. Supper was a good meal, lots of meat and a tasty sauce
to go with fresh vegetables. Rocco was impressed.

"That was a seriously good meal Sir, thank you."

The Bear smiled, "Thank you boy, I try."

Rocco realised then that there were no other people on the farm so Pa had
done the cooking. He was even more surprised when he and Patrick were
ushered up to the study leaving the Bear to clear up.

"Wow Patrick, does your Pa do all the cooking and cleaning up?"

"Mostly, he likes me to stay focussed on study and running the farm,
women's work he says is for women and as we don't have any and that is his
fault he does it. All the house work, laundry and cooking are down to
him. Of course he has taught me to do it as well but while I am studying
that always take priority. He'll be the same with you which is why we are
going to work on my assignments together tonight so that you can see what
will be expected of you starting Monday.

Assignments completed and Patrick took them down to his father who was now
settled in the lounge reading a book on pedigree cattle breeding and
rearing. Rocco noted how he went through Patrick's work.

"Don't let your neatness slide boy, I don't know how good the work is but I
expect it to be pleasing on the eye."

He handed it back and Patrick thanked him and said goodnight, bending to
kiss his father on the cheek and give him a hug. Rocco was surprised at the
affectionate touch expecting the Bear to be gruff and detached from his
son. He said goodnight as well and followed Patrick to the bedroom.

"I didn't expect your Pa to go in for that sought of thing Patrick."

Pat looked at him oddly and said, "Why ever not?"

Rocco shrugged, "I guess my Pa hasn't done that to me since I was little
but I know he loves me and worries about me."

"Yeah, well Mum died when I was very small so Pa took on her job as well
and hugs and kisses were part of that. He seldom tells me he loves me but
everything he does for me and with me tells me he does."  Rocco felt a
little twinge of jealousy, it would be nice to be hugged and kissed by a
real man. He knew he was gay and really wanted that level of affection from
a friend or a lover.

Patrick got undressed, went to the bathroom to pee and clean his teeth
before sliding into bed pulling a sheet up to his waist. Rocco did the same
noting that Patrick scoped him out again, and oh dear, his cock started to
react as well.

"You are definitely a horny city boy Rocco, I bet after a few days of hard
work you won't have the energy for that to keep getting hard."

Both boys laughed and Rocco said quite seriously, "I wouldn't bet on that."
What he didn't say was that `around you I think I am going to spend a lot
of time hard'.

No problem sleeping, the country air and all the day's activities had tired
Rocco.

The next thing he knew after his head had hit the pillow was a gentle
shaking and that lovely soft burr saying, "Wakey, wakey, time to rise and
shine."

Rocco rolled onto his back before he realised he had pushed his sheet off
during the night and had a morning hard on. Before he could move or do
anything about it Patrick wrapped his fist gently round it and said. "I
guess I had better wake you a few minutes early so that you have plenty of
time to make this beauty shrink."

Rocco blushed as deep as he could ever remember but still said what he
intended and to hell with the consequences.

"If you wake me like this every morning you'll be able to get rid of it for
me in no time that feels so good."  Patrick didn't need that invitation
twice. He jacked Rocco for only a couple of minutes before seeing an
impressive load of boy juice splatter his chest.

Still blushing Rocco looked into a pair of laughing eyes before saying,
very quietly.

"Thank you Patrick that was an unexpected pleasure."

"Come on then, time for work and maybe later we'll have time for some more
of that if you like."  Rocco's turn to laugh, "I like," he said as he
hopped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Still naked and with cum
dripping down his front he stopped in shock as he was confronted by the
Bear who scoped him out completely.

"Hurry up boy, I came to tell you coffee is ready."

Rocco was mortified, he was soon washed and heading back to the bedroom
still thinking about it. The old man had been smiling, he didn't look mad,
but still!

On the table in the kitchen were three steaming mugs of coffee with a jug
of milk and a bowl of sugar.

"Help yourself to the making s boy. Now Patrick, this is what we are going
to do this morning before breakfast."

As the conversation between father and son got under way Rocco looked at
his watch and then shook it and held it to his ear.

"I think my watch has gone wrong." He said interrupting the conversation,
"It says 5.15."

"That's right boy, you'll be out of here and working by 5.30."

Rocco was stunned, he couldn't remember being up at this time of day except
on his way to bed after a late night party.

The two boys worked for three hours solid before returning to the house for
a massive cooked breakfast that Rocco was amazed he devoured.

"God, that was stupendous Sir, I never thought I would eat it all."

Father and Son both looked at him and then each other before bursting out
laughing.

"I think I might grow to like this boy, Son, he is a very appreciative
recipient of my meagre efforts on the food front."

Most of the remainder of the day until sunset was spent in the saddle
riding the range and checking on fences and the cattle they came across.

"Do you and your Pa run this all by yourself Patrick?"

Patrick laughed, "No Rocco, only the bit you have seen, there is too much
for us to manage by ourselves. Pa and I manage Home Farm but the main ranch
has a manager and a bunch of ranch hands. We'll ride over to the other
house and see them all tomorrow. We are always invited for Sunday lunch."

Rocco was impressed. He also realised he was enjoying himself. He was
beginning to feel a little saddle sore but Patrick was teaching him how to
ride properly.

Supper was again a wonderful meal after which father and son cleared up
together with Rocco watching how they did everything and where it all
belonged.

After that was a shock, they all went through to a ground floor study where
father and son sat at a big desk with a laptop computer on it and went
through the week's farm and ranch accounts.

"You might as well watch and learn as well Rocco, if you stay here very
long I'll probably leave all this to you and Patrick."

That night they went to bed early and Rocco was too tired to even think
about continuing where he and Patrick had got to that morning. Despite
having to lie on his tummy with his legs spread while Patrick rubbed some
soothing balm into the sore places on his buttocks and inside thighs from
all the riding he still just wanted to sleep.

"Pa uses this on me after punishment, it is seriously good stuff, you
should be fine in the morning. We won't ride tomorrow, we'll take my truck
and use the farm tracks."

Sunday morning and the routine didn't change, Rocco got another gentle hand
job but wanted to reciprocate.

"Later Rocco, later," and then Patrick did something that made Rocco
gasp. He leant forward and kissed him softly on the lips.

They worked from 5.30 until breakfast and then continued until it was time
to shower and dress for the ride over to the main ranch house for lunch.
During that time Rocco learnt that Patrick and his father ran the Home Farm
as a kind of show piece, breeding a few pedigree cattle and high quality
hunters, one of which he had ridden on the Saturday. They also kept other
animals in small quantities for home consumption making the home and the
ranch almost self supporting.

One and a half days of serious labour made Rocco realise he wasn't as fit
as he thought, he felt quite tired and found it hard to keep up his end of
the conversation at the ranch house lunch. The ranch manager and his wife
were nice people and the ranch hands were eager to know about Rocco so it
was a tiring lunch.

On the drive back to the Farm the Bear spoke to Patrick.

"What are you going to do this afternoon then Son?"

"I think I am going to have to spend an hour at least giving our new
addition a good massage, he is feeling the effects of hard labour."

Father and son looked at Rocco and laughed, but both patted him on the
shoulder and Rocco was pleased when the old man said, "I think you might do
boy."

Rocco was surprised how Patrick set the scene to help him relax. On a small
CD system he played softly a light classical selection of music.

The massage was unbelievably good, of course Rocco was hard for most of
it. Patrick had magic fingers and he was strong. When he had to turn over
on to his back Patrick looked at the huge cock, took a gentle hold on it
and looking Rocco in the eyes said tentatively.

"Can I do anything I like with this, as long as I give you pleasure?"

Rocco grinned and said, "Yes sure, be my guest, my cock is your cock. "

That was enough for Patrick, he leant forward and lifting the cock from
Rocco's stomach licked all round the glans before taking it in his mouth
and swabbing it with his tongue.

"Oh jeez, Pat, no one has ever done that before."

Patrick looked up and grinned.

"Well that is a crime, you have the most incredible cock in the world,
attached to a beautiful body and topped with a face to launch a 1,000
orgasms, like Helen launched 1,000 ships."

Of course Rocco knew all about Helen of Troy and joined in Patrick's
laughter.

"Flatterer, but that is wonderful, please don't stop.

He didn't, Rocco was transported to Paradise for what seemed like eternity
as Patrick licked and sucked on his penis and ball sac, wandering to the
most incredibly sensitive area behind his balls and across his perineum to
his anus.

"Oh God Patrick stop, please stop, I don't think I can stand anymore."

Patrick grinned before going down on Rocco's cock again bringing him to a
screaming orgasm.  It took Rocco an age to recover being gently caressed by
Patrick.

"Oh Jesus, Pat, If you make it any better I am sure I will have a heart
attack."

"Well thank you kind Sir, I'm sorry but I intend to make it better still,
next time."

Rocco looked at him with surprise written all over his face.

"I don't believe you."

Patrick hopped off the bed, turned round, bent over with his legs spread
and said, "How would you like to lodge your beauty in that orifice?"

Rocco was speechless, Patrick was exhibiting a totally hairless anus that
he immediately wanted to eat, never mind fuck. So he did. Before Patrick
could stand up again Rocco hopped off the bed and knelt behind him burying
his tongue in the crack and worrying one very pretty anus.

Patrick didn't move. In a voice full of lust he said, "Oh yes please don't
stop."

Slicking up a couple of fingers Rocco slid one into Patrick's pretty hole,
just to the first knuckle to start with and then all the way in when all
resistance went away. Fucking him gently with one finger Rocco continued
using his lips and tongue on the other areas like the perineum before
removing the finger and replacing it with his tongue again. Another few
minutes of that and then back in with two fingers this time. By the time
Rocco had repeated that routine a few times increasing to four fingers
Patrick was on his knees gasping and almost peeing pre-cum.

"Oh, Rocco, fuck me, please put your cock inside me. There is lube in the
bedside cabinet."

Patrick moved to the bed still doggy style and Rocco lubed his penis and
Patrick's ass before pushing his glans over a not so tight sphincter.

"Go all the way in Rocco that feels incredible."

No problem, and Rocco realised Patrick was no virgin. It didn't take him
long to orgasm this first time it just felt so indescribably good. Patrick
had cum several times to Rocco's one so the bed was a mess, and so were
they by the time they had rolled in it a bit. But who was caring after
those gut wrenching orgasms.

"You weren't a virgin were you Pat?"

Patrick grinned as he wrapped his arms round Rocco and hugged him.

"God, no, Roy, one of the ranch hands, comes over occasionally on a Sunday
to service me. He is probably as long as you but not as thick. If you are
up for it perhaps he'll come over next Sunday for a threesome. He'll fuck
you as well if you like."

Wow, was Rocco's thought, this could be seriously good, sex with Patrick
during the week and orgies at weekends. Now though he wanted to suck on
Patrick's cock and take some man juice.

"No point in cleaning up this mess until we are finished, and I want to
suck you to orgasm so on your back and be a good boy, don't move."

No argument from Patrick, and Rocco took his time playing and scoping out
his new fuck buddy. He had a decent size cock, about seven inches long and
reasonably thick. Rocco loved the feel of it on his tongue and enjoyed
plenty of it until he received a mouthful of love juice that tasted
sweet. He had read that diet was a prime factor in the taste of cum and
piss so he hoped his cum had tasted good to Patrick as well.  The boys
showered, and dressed in shorts, Patrick gathered up the bedding and told
Rocco to follow him, he would show him where the laundry facilities
were. He just dumped it all in a laundry basket alongside the washing
machine.

"You can't leave it like that Pat, your Pa is bound to see all the cum
stains."

Patrick laughed, "You think he doesn't on days Roy visits?"

Rocco was dumbfounded, "You mean he knows you are gay?"

"Of course, Pa told me all about hetero and homo sex when I had just
reached puberty and then sorted a girl and a young man to let me try
both. I told him I liked man sex best and that was it. Roy was my first
fuck buddy at school. When he decided not to go to college Pa employed him
and we still do it, but not very often and we've never let it develop into
an emotional thing, I just like him to fuck me and we like to 69."

Rocco was beginning to think he was living in a dream, he thought city folk
were broad minded but even there this kind of openness would not happen. No
way would his Papa accept a gay son, he thought.

The remainder of the day they just lazed around chatting. Rocco didn't
realise until bed time that he had gone the whole weekend without thinking
about TV and then he realised there wasn't one in the house.

"Pa always said I could have one if I wanted it and I do occasionally go
across to the bunkhouse and sit with the ranch hands to watch a particular
programme but it doesn't worry me that much, we always seem to have loads
of things to do."

Monday, and Rocco started what he knew would be his regular routine until
he finished college if he stayed here. By Friday he knew his life would be
full but hard work and not much in the way of a social life during term
time. Would he want to go back to the city for holidays, or stay here with
Patrick? That was something to think about closer to the end of the
semester. Patrick's Pa checked his assignments the same as he did his son,
the comment every night that first week was the same.

"You need to make a better presentation of your work than that boy."

On the Friday night Rocco had two shocks both from Pa.

"I like you boy, I think it appropriate for you to call me Francis now
instead of Sir, and Patrick, I think we will excuse the boy work in the
morning and you can set him a passage to write from one of your books. Try
to improve your writing Rocco, your work may be good but it looks scruffy."

Rocco was stunned. In the bedroom later he said, "Your Pa doesn't
understand our assignments does he?"

"No, all Pa does is check them for presentation. My work has to look good
in the same way the Home Farm does. He gets regular checks on my
assignments when I get them back so he knows my standards are high. Oh and
no ranch tomorrow so no Roy. Pa is taking us to look at some cattle he is
thinking of buying. Another pedigree herd is on the cards I think because
the ranch has made good profits this last year."

"Are you very rich then Pat?"

Patrick thought about it for a few minutes.

"Mmm, I guess so. The main ranch runs 6,000 head of beef cattle on about
20,000 acres and we run a small pedigree herd and all the home consumption
food on Home Farm on about 1,000 acres. We also have a beach house in
California; I hope you'll come there with us, maybe for the summer if you
don't have to go home. My truck is nearly new as is Pa's Ute and I know we
have a lot of money in the bank."

Rocco was amazed but said nothing, he just nodded.
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Every silver lining has a cloud around it and Rocco sees that cloud in part
2, but it's only a little one.