Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 21:17:10 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Marco, Marty and the Twins - 4

Marco, Marty & the Twins – 4

This is a continuation of Marco in the Park, originally published in Nifty
as http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/marco-in-the-park/

This is the story of a young gay couple raising a rambunctious pair of
adopted twin boys.

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Sam and Ben followed their friend Travis out the back door to see the small
herd of Holsteins walking solemnly towards the barn.

"They know it's dinner time," Travis explained. "Since we feed them while
they are getting milked, they come here on their own. When their bags get
full they want to get milked."

The cows filed into the barn nosing into the bins. Travis' brother John was
already milking.

"Where have you been?" John complained. "I don't want to have to milk all
of them by myself."

"Sorry," Travis apologized. "I was trying to show Sam and Ben how to
dance. You met them at the powwow, remember?"

"Right, you are cousins to the Cuscos. Do you know how to milk?" John
asked.

The twins shook their heads. "We've never been on a real farm before," Ben
admitted.

"Well show them how,Travis. We can use some extra hands here." John
instructed.

Travis set a stool down next to one of the cows who was now munching some
cow-tasty feed from a bin. "Look here. You just grab their teats up high
and squeeze down so that the milk squirts down in the bucket."

He began to expertly extract the milk from a pair of teats. As he did so
several cats who lived in the barn began to sidle up looking
hopeful. Taking aim with the teat, Travis expertly squirted a long stream
of milk which hit the cats in the face. Rather than being deterred, the
cats quickly began to wipe there paws over there faces and lick off the
warm fresh milk. When Sam went up to pet them they ran away.

"Those cats are about half wild,: Travis laughed. They live off of mice in
the barn and what little milk I squirt at them. Here Ben, you want to try
to milk this old girl?"

Ben took his place on the stool and tried rather unsuccessfully to pull out
the milk. The cow looked back at the boy with a look of disapproval.

Travis laughed, "You want to squeeze down with your hands to pull the milk
out." Ben tried again and was rewarded with a thin stream of milk.

"That's better,"Travis chuckled. "Now you try it Sam."

Sam replaced Ben on the stool and enjoyed limited success. The cow snorted
then went back to the food bin.

"Maybe you better let me do it. She will want to leave when her feed is
gone," Travis explained.

Travis and his brother worked through the line of cows in a practiced
way. First wiping off their teats with a disinfectant then extracting what
milk had accumulated since the morning milking. In about twenty minutes
they had completed the task and the cows moved out of the barn and walked
slowly back to the pasture.

"That's harder than it looks, "Sam said.

"It just takes some practice," Travis explained. "I been doing this since I
was younger than you guys."

"I bet I could do it," Ben said.

"Sure you could," Travis stood and wiped his hands on his jeans. "Now we
have to clean up a little." Here take this shovel and scoop up the cow
poop." He expertly shoveled up the piles of cow crap that had been
deposited on the floor while the cows had been milked and tossed it onto a
pile of straw. Ben took the flat shovel and began to do as he was
instructed.

"Mama will be home now," John explained. "It will be supper time for us in
a little while. We need to get back up to the house and get cleaned up."

The boys started walking back towards the old farm house, following behind
Travis' older brother.

Travis wanted to resume the conversation they were having before his father
interrupted. You know, pulling on that cow's teat is like the way you pull
on your dick," he said under his breath.

"What do you mean?" Ben asked.

"You never did that? It feels great. If you keep on doing it, it feels
really good and then you can shoot your wad," Travis confided.

"I don't understand," Sam admitted.

Travis pulled them to the side of the barn where they were out of sight of
the house. "Here, I'll show you," he said and opened the front of his
jeans.

The thirteen year old was very hard and he waved his prick up and down,
revealing his patch of brown pubic hair. The eight year old twins knew they
had never seen anything quite so fascinating. They stood close and watched
as Travis began to stroke himself rapidly, his foreskin alternately
revealing then covering the head of his cock.

"Oh man, that feels so good. You got to keep doing it until it feels really
good. You want to feel my dick?" he asked.

They shook their heads from side to side but watched him closely. His penis
seemed to grow even larger and looked very stiff as his hand flew over
it. With his other hand he pulled his balls out of his jeans and began to
roll them around in his fingers. They could see that he even had a few dark
hairs on his scrotum.

Within a minute, he started to grunt and said, "Here it comes." As Sam and
Ben watched, Travis gave a soft cry and several long streams of white fluid
erupted from his penis. After a moment he stopped then pulled his foreskin
out past the head of his penis and squeezed a few more drops of semen from
it and shook it off to fly against the barn.

"Oh man, that feels so good. When you get bigger you can do that too," he
informed them. Running his fingers over the blob of semen on the wall he
told them, "That's what makes babies, man."

Then he remembered that they needed to get back to the house and buttoned
himself up. "Let's go," he said and started for the house with the twins
following him, a little confused but very impressed with what had just
transpired.

 They followed Travis into the house where they stopped just inside the
back door and cleaned up their shoes before entering the kitchen.

A smiling lady in a long apron greeted them. "Hello boys. You must be
Samuel and Benjamin. I'm Travis' mom Mary. Are you hungry?"

They were greeted by the smell of a chicken frying.

"When the hens get too old to lay enough eggs we eat 'em," Travis
explained.

Soon there was a plate of fried chicken on the table with some green beans
and corn on the cob. "It's all home grown," Travis boasted.

Mr. Wilson joined them at the table and six hungry souls emptied the
platters. "That's really good," Ben exclaimed.

"I'm glad you liked it," Mary said. "Everything is better when it's fresh."

"So did you boys get to milk?" Mr. Wilson asked.

"Well, we tried, but we weren't very good at it," Ben admitted. "There is a
lot of work to do here."

Frank laughed. "The work is never done, but we like the life here."

"It does keep us busy," Mary agreed.

After supper they all took their plates to the sink where John and Travis
filled the double sink and did the dishes by hand.

"You don't have a dishwasher?" Sam asked.

"Sure we do. There they are." Mary laughed, pointing at her sons.

"I better be getting you boys home," Mr. Wilson stood and rattled his keys.

"Can't they stay the night?" Travis asked.

"Not this time. I told their father I would bring them home so we better
go," Frank told them. "Maybe next time we can arrange for a sleepover."

"If you guys come back you can ride the horse and maybe do some fishing. If
we catch some catfish Mama can fix cook them up for supper.," Travis
suggested. "Do you have some fishing poles?"

"No, we have never been fishing before," Sam admitted.

"That's no problem Frank assured them. "We have some extra poles and tackle
in the barn, and. you guys can dig some worms out of the garden."

"Yeah, and if you can spend the night we can have lots of fun," Travis said
with a sly smile.

Mr. Wilson stood and motioned towards the door. "Come on, I need to get you
back home before your daddy gets worried about you."

They went out to the yard where Sam and Ben took the back seat of a big
four door pickup truck behind Travis and his father in the front seat, and
were driven back to Tulsa.

Frank called ahead to let Marco know they were on the way and when they
arrived at the house Marco and Marty came out to greet them. "Thanks for
bring them home," Marco said.

"We enjoyed having them. I hope we didn't make them work too hard," Frank
said.

"It was cool, Dad. We got to feed the chickens and milk the cows,"Sam told
him.

"And shovel cow poop," Ben added.

Travis spoke up, "If they can come again, we can ride my horse and maybe go
fishing in our pond," he said hopefully.

"I bet they would enjoy that," Marco agreed. "We'll have to let them do
that sometime."

Mr. Wilson looked at the two men. He had met Marco when he brought the boys
out to the farm but had not seen Marty before.

"This is Marty, our Papa ," Sam explained.

"Frank smiled and shook Marty's hand, then a look of recognition came over
his face as he realized the relationship of the two men.

"Well now, it's nice to meet you Marty," Frank said with a look of mild
surprise. "What sort of work do you guys do?"

"Marty is a computer programmer and I paint," Marco said.

"You're a painter?" Frank questioned.

"Pictures, not houses," Marco explained.

"Oh, so you are an artist?

"Yes, and a very good one," Marty said.

Frank nodded his head. "Well, I better be heading back. We will see you
boys again I bet."

With a wave he started the truck and drove away.

They walked into the house as the twins talked over each other relating the
wonders of Travis' farm.

"We had a great time. We got to gather the eggs and tried to milk the cows
but we weren't very good at it," Ben told them.

"And they have some horses and a big pond. If we go back out there Travis
will let us ride the horse and fish in the pond," Sam said hopefully.

"And Travis showed us a lot of stuff about dancing. We will dance better at
the next powwow," Ben assured him, attempting to demonstrate the steps they
had learned as they walked into the house.

"And his mom made fried chicken and we ate green beans and corn out of
their garden," Sam told them. "They grow all their own food, even the
chicken!"

"So they have a real farm. That is quite a change for you city boys," Marty
observed.

"We could do that stuff. It was fun really," Sam assured him.

"We got to do a lot of things for the first time," Ben told them. I really
want to ride on his horse and catch some fish."

"Yeah, Travis showed us a lot of interesting things," Sam said, giving Ben
a quick glance. Ben just giggled a little but did not elaborate.

Clearly the twins had enjoyed their adventure.

When it was bath time, they showered together as they always did, but were
a bit more aware of their bodies than usual. Later, they sat in their
bedroom talking about the day. They had draped their damp towels over a
chair but had not yet put on the underpants and T-shirts they usually slept
in. They were sitting next to each other on the bottom bunk.

Ben looked thoughtful. "Boy, Travis sure had a big weenie, didn't he?"

"Yeah," Sam agreed. And it kept on getting bigger. Do you suppose we will
get big like that?"

Ben shook his head, "I don't know. Travis said we would. I guess I never
really thought about that before."

"And he had hair on his thing and under his arms. Will we get like that?"
Sam wondered.

Both boys instinctively looked down at themselves for any sign of body hair
but saw not a trace. Then first Ben and then Sam reached down and pulled
their foreskins back to reveal what was normally hidden beneath them, then
looked at each other.

"You know, sometimes if I lie down of the floor and push against my weenie
it does feel kind of good," Ben admitted. "Have you ever noticed that?"

Sam smiled, "Yeah, I have. And if I climb up the leg of our swing set and
push myself against it I get a nice feeling. Is that what Travis was
talking about?"

Ben shrugged, "I guess." He began to pull his skin over the head of his
penis and then down again. "Travis was doing this and he said it felt
good."

Sam performed the same movement and smiled. "It does feel kind of good."

As the twins looked back and forth at each other, both began to notice that
their small tools began to swell and get longer.

"Your weenie is getting bigger," Sam observed..

"So is yours," Ben said and smiled, "I kind of like this."

With the lack of modesty that came from a lifetime of sharing almost
everything, Ben reached over and felt of Sam's penis and then back to his
own. "That's kind of cool," he said.

Sam felt his brother's penis and then his own. "It feels good when you
touch it."

"Yeah, it does," Ben agreed, and both boys began to rub on the other's
penis, moving the skin up and down and marveling at the increase in size
and hardness. Now that they were erect they both were almost three inches
long.

"I think mine is a little bigger than yours," Ben suggested.

Sam considered that. "Well maybe a little. But Travis was way bigger."

"Oh yeah, way bigger. That feels good though. Keep doing that." Ben
instructed.

Sam scooted closer so that they were touching each other at the hip. "OK,
you do me too, OK?"

Without really knowing what they were doing the brothers began to
masturbate each other.

"Oh, that feels nice. Do you like it?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, keep doing that. It feels better if you do it faster. And squeeze a
little harder," Ben suggested.

"This is what Travis was doing wasn't it?" Sam wondered.

"Yes, and he said to keep doing it, and it would feel even better," Ben
recalled

Then unsatisfied with his brother's movements he pushed Sam's hand
away. "Let me do that," Ben said, and began to stroke himself
furiously. Sam focused his attention on himself and the two boys became
absorbed in their own efforts.

"Oh! I think I'm going to pee," Ben cried out as his little cock began to
twitch. "Oh that's weird, but it feels good!"

After another minute Sam shared the same experience. "Oh man," he gasped.

They took a deep breath and looked at each other. "I thought I was going to
pee, but nothing came out," Ben admitted.

"I felt like that too," Sam agreed. "Man, that was weird!" he looked down
at his penis which continued to twitch on its own.

""That was cool," Ben grinned. "I guess that's what Travis was talking
about."

Sam nodded. "I think so, but he spurted out some white stuff and it wasn't
pee."

"No, it was kind of thick." Ben recalled. "He said that was what made
babies. How does that work?"

"I don't know," Sam admitted. "I guess we could ask Dad about it."

Ben looked thoughtful. "Yeah, maybe. But I'm not sure we should tell him
about this."

Sam nodded and grinned, "Yeah, maybe you're right. This was kind of cool
though."

"Way cool," Ben agreed.

With that, they put on their underwear and retired to their separate beds,
feeling a little more grown up than before. Something new had been added to
their lives, and further investigation would be in order.


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To be continued –

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