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CH 10.
Marc, computer in hand, marched behind Trevor. He finally got Trevor's attention on the porch to Ken and Trevor's house.
"Oh hey," Trevor said looking back as angry footsteps made their way up the porch stairs.
"Hey?!" Marc was fuming. He wished his skin could show how upset with Trevor he was right now. "You haven't spoken to me in a forever and all you say is hey?"
Trevor shrugged, "I've been busy." He turned around opening the door to his place. He walked in, sticking his head out a second later and ask, "Are you coming in?"
Marc felt some of his anger dissipate. Trevor usually argued back. He huffed and stepped into the house slamming the door behind him.
"Holy! Why did you do that?" Trevor had leapt into the air upon hearing the door close. His eyes were wide in shock, holding his heart, staring directly at Marc.
"Are you okay?" Marc having lost all the anger in his voice. It was not like Trevor to be scared so easily.
Pouting his face Trevor grumbled, "I'm fine," He then laid down on his living room couch, stretching his whole body out. He threw his arm over his face, hiding his eyes.
Marc approached the couch, leaning over the back. He was not going to let this happen. Ken and Trevor were his responsibility. More importantly they were his friends. He refused to let them wallow in their problems alone. Marc tapped Trevor's arm. "Dude, whatever you're going through talk to me."
Trevor lifted his arm a bit so that his eyes could see Marc's face. Trevor's nose did a little twitch and then he covered his eyes again.
"I don't feel like talking right now." Trevor stated.
Marc muddled over how to proceed, then sat down his laptop. "If you don't want to talk, how about you listen to my day instead?"
Trevor shrugged his body making no effort to move from his position. Marc came around the front and sat next to him. Marc grabbed Trevor's legs and placed it over his lap. Since Trevor was wearing shorts, Marc could run his hands over Trevor's legs. Trevor had a fine layer of dark hair on his legs.
"You know I learned a bit about Bullmen today." Marc let the statement hang in the air to see if Trevor would engage, but when it was clear he wouldn't Marc continued. "They're a bit different than Cowmen like you, Ken, Ayden, and Dru." Marc let his finger's lightly graze Trevor's leg hair. Trevor's nose was twitching again. Marc wanted to laugh it was so adorable, not that'd he'd ever tell Trevor.
Marc went on talking, "They're a lot stronger than Cowmen."
Trevor let out a chuckle, "I could probably still kick their butt any day." Marc could see the smirk Trevor was wearing as he said that.
"You'd have to find one first. the article implied they may have been bred out or were about to be. It was written 10 years ago so who knows."
"You don't actually know if they're all gone or not?" Trevor stated.
Marc sighed, "Well I'm no expert in natural extinction, or whatever you'd call it. I don't know how long it'd take for a population to disappear."
Trevor sat up, finally revealing his face, but keeping his legs in Marc's lap. "They could still be out there needing their asses kicked." Trevor's nose twitched again, but this time Marc reached out lightly squeezing it shut.
"Why do you keep moving your nose?" Marc asked trying not to laugh.
"It's not my fault. I keep smelling something." Trevor said in a nasally voice causing Marc to let go, dying from laughter. Trevor took a deep breath in.
"What does it smell like?" Marc asked.
"I think it's Ken?" Trevor answered.
Marc turned his head to the door, "Is he standing outside?"
"No, it's not actually him. It's more like his scent." Trevor answered honestly in then took a few more sniffs before leaning into Marc. "I actually smell his scent coming from you to Marc. It's light, but it's there."
Marc was so embarrassed he wanted to die. There was only one thing Trevor could be smelling. Marc couldn't believe it though he had cleaned up and even changed his shirt, how could Trevor smell Ken? Not even Ayden had said anything about it.
"How can you smell Ken's scent on me, Trevor?"
Trevor nodded toward Ken's room, "Well there's a very strong smell from there and seeing how the smell on you is the same. It doesn't take a genius."
Leaning over with a cocky grin Trevor said, "So you and Ken had sex? I'm a bit jealous."
"It wasn't what you think it was," Marc waved his arms around flustered "I mean it was very intimate and, in some ways, it could be called sex, but we definitely did not do what you're thinking."
Trevor fell back onto the couch. "Well even if it had been full on sex you shouldn't be afraid to say it."
Marc had to remember that Cowmen didn't get caught up on sex, but for Marc it had been his first time doing that with someone else. He also kind of wished that Trevor was truly jealous.
"Have you done it before?" Marc asked
"WHAT?!" Trevor said his face eyes going wide.
"You said Cowmen are used to it."
Trevor sucked his teeth, "Obviously I meant normal Cowmen. When would a fighter like me would've had time to do that?" He turned his face away from Marc. "T-that's why I said I was jealous."
Marc got a wicked idea into his head. He could tease Trevor for a while. "Let's have sex now," Trevor's head spun so fast Marc was afraid it was going to snap. "Unless you don't want to have sex with me because I already did something with Ken?"
"I-I don't get upset over things like that. What you do and who you do it with are your business." Trevor stood up, grabbing Marc's hand and going to his room. Once they were both inside Trevor closed his door and left Marc by entrance. Trevor strolled over to his dresser and opened a drawer.
Marc could see the clutter of things that was stuffed into that drawer. Marc felt his face burn under his skin. "What's with all the condoms?" There was nothing, but colorful forms of small squares spilling out the drawer. Condoms. Condoms encased in various wrappers.
"You wanted to have a good time." Trevor said with a smirk. Marc had issued a challenge to unnerve Trevor and Trevor had served it right back. Marc aim had been to do a take on gay chicken, but this had advanced the game. Trevor probably thought Marc wouldn't step up to it.
But Trevor was wrong.
"Let's do it!" Marc said taking a step forward.
"Huh?" Trevor faltered, stepping back, bumping into his dresser.
Now Marc was holding the power again. "I like you; you like me. What's stopping us?" Marc was wondering if Trevor was ready to call this little game quits.
Trevor was quiet for a moment, having been taken off guard. His eyes met Marc and Marc saw the glimmer of mischievous forming.
"Okay." Trevor walked over to Marc a strand of condoms in hands.
"Seriously, why do you have all of these?" Trevor had already made it clear he was a virgin what would he need condoms for?
The smile on Trevor's face formed into a curiously look, "You really don't know?" Trevor lifted the condoms, "These are for my shift." He proudly let them hang in the air.
"Do you need all those condoms?"
"Have you ever seen a shift?"
Marc decided to be quiet. The answer was no. He was no expert on anything about puberty let alone another creature's puberty.
Marc stuck out his right hand, "Okay hand me one. I'll put it on. And you put one on."
Trevor sighed, "We haven't even set the mood."
Marc approached Trevor and placed his hands around Trevor's neck, pulling the Brazilian boy closer. Marc planted a kiss on his cheek, then worked his way down Trevor's neck. Trevor giggled as Marc's lips tickled his body.
Marc kissed Trevor on the lips.
"You're not really good at this? Are you?" Trevor said once their lips were apart.
"Oh, because you're and expert. It's not like I've had a boyfriend before go easy on me."
Trevor then tried backpedaling, "It's like I have either so."
Marc huffed. Trevor was inexperienced as well where did he get off pretending that he had amazing bedroom skills? Regardless Marc ignored the comment a proceeded to remove Trevor's shirt. He flung it off to the side leaving only Trevor's developed body. He kissed across Trevor's pecs. Marc wondered how he had gotten himself in this position. Him and Ken had been in the same situation earlier that day.
Trevor then stopped Marc's next kiss and began his own assault on Marc's body. It didn't take him long before he got Marc's shirt off. "Wow, you've been holding out on us." Trevor ran his hands along Marc's torso. Marc was more in shape than the boy had thought.
Trevor went down on his knees and unfasted Marc's shorts. They fell to the ground, while a newly growing boner formed to meet Trevor's face. Trevor was patient though he didn't just dive in. He sucked on the black fabric of Marc's underwear, running his face against the length of Marc's shaft.
Marc let out a moan, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his shorts.
Trevor started to explore the inner workings of his thighs. Marc could feel Trevor's hands inching ever so closer to his briefs, until he felt one slip into its leg holes. The hand quickly found Marc's cock but didn't grab it. Instead it continued to explore Marc's inner thighs, embraced by the warmth of Marc's cock. Soon Trevor's other hand joined in the fun, cupping Marc's balls. Trevor jiggled them around as if he was testing the heftiness of them. It brought a smile to his face.
Marc was elated. He was being taken to cloud nine and his underwear hadn't even come off yet. Burying his face, Trevor took deep sniffs of Marc's crotch. Marc couldn't help but feel his family jewels were being appraised.
Nuzzling even more Trevor, force Marc's legs to open wider so he could go in between. Trevor was making his way to Marc's ass when he felt a tap on his shoulders.
Marc's eyes were dilated as he looked upon his friend. "My turn," Was all he said be for making Trevor stand up. Judging by the hard lump that had formed under the shorts there'd be no need to warm him up. Marc quickly undid Trevor's pants and pulled down the shorts and the boxers.
Trevor wasted no time shucking off the rest of his clothes he was ready to go.
Marc however was in awe. On his knees, his eyesight was perfectly matched up to Trevor's cock. It swayed hard and proud in the air, sported with two low hanging balls. The cock was just so fat. Marc reached out a hand to touch it. The cock throbbed in response. Marc still dazed asked Trevor, "What do you feed this thing?" Marc had seen thick cocks on the internet but having one close to him was amazing.
"Um?"
"It's a compliment. I'm saying your cock has a lot of girth." Marc realized he had to clarify. Trevor had more foreplay skills, but in some was his virginal innocence still showed.
Trevor blushed but Marc was too preoccupied to notice he had to study the cock further. Marc watched as he wrapped his hands over the shaft. It's light brown skin, disappearing beneath his palm. Marc felt blessed that he had experienced to big cocks in one day a long one and a thick one. Ken had Trevor beat in the length department, but Trevor had no reason to hang his head in shame.
"Do you like just holding my dick?" Trevor was wearing a frown displeased. He wanted Marc to at least jerk him off, not stare at his cock.
Marc snapped back to what was going on. "I'm sorry. It's just holding a big cock like this... it feels like power in my hands.
Trevor's lips parted slightly, shocked by Marc's response. The only sound that came out though was a low moan. His cock throbbed in Marc's hand.
Marc felt his fingers get further apart on Trevor's cock. He quickly turned his attention back to it. Did... did Trevor's cock just get bigger? It wasn't a huge difference. Marc was sure he would have easily overlooked it if he hadn't been touching Trevor when it happened.
A lightbulb went off in Marc's mind. "Is that what you're into? Being told how big your cock is?"
Trevor refused to let his eyes meet Marc. "I don't know, but it felt good when you said it."
"You don't need to be embarrassed, People like what they like." Marc smiled and rubbed the tip of Trevor's cock. "and this is a thick cock after all!" A small sampling of precum came out of the cock head soaking Marc's fingers. Yep Trevor was into cock worship. Marc lifted his hand to show Trevor. "Looks like your big cock can't help but make a mess," he used his index finger and thumb to display the thin sticky clear slime. Trevor still did not turn to look at Marc.
Some part of Marc wanted to take glee in having wrestled control of the situation back, but he felt they were beyond that. They weren't playing the game anymore they were truly exploring each other's bodies.
Marc stood up, and gently turned Trevor's head so they could see each other. Now staring into each other's eyes, Marc leaned forward, closed his eyes and planted a kiss on Trevor's lips. It wasn't hot, passionate, or wild. It was soft, gentle, and caring. It was a kiss that would let someone know how much you care.
Pulling away Marc could see Trevor had also closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss. Trevor only reopened his eyes when Marc spoke up." How was that?"
"It was nice." Trevor was stunned. In Cowmen school teachers told them all about shifting, and relationships. Having endless sex was not shocking, especially if they chose to be a breeder. Having one partner, a life mate, with whom to share even closer connection to was not unheard of either. But here and now Trevor was experiencing a close connection with Marc. It felt like something different. Their kiss wasn't done in the throes of sex. Trevor never once thought he'd ever be kissed like that.
"Let's put on some condoms," Marc said. He grabbed one from the stash Trevor had earlier. "I'll do you and you'll do me."
"W-what?!" Trevor said eyes going wide.
Marc chuckled processing what he had said, "I meant I'll put yours on and you can put mine on."
Both boys made their way over to Trevor's bed to sit.
Marc struggled trying to put Trevor's condom on. It was the right size, but it ended up looking like a fat sausage stuffed into plastic. Trevor said it wasn't uncomfortable, and he was into how big his dick looked.
Trevor went to remove Marc's underwear, while Marc laid back. Marc's cock came springing out slapping Trevor in the face. Trevor didn't make a move to do anything.
Marc raised an eyebrow, "Oh did you like that?" Marc grabbed his cock and slapped it against Trevor, who let it happen. The black cock smacked across Trevor's own brown skin. A smile formed on Marc's lips. Trevor was learning about his own sexual desires.
Being an average human teenager Marc had seen enough porn to have an inkling about things he'd be willing to explore sexually. He wasn't sure if other Cowmen watched porn, but it was possible Trevor never had considering his upbringing.
After being slapped with a cock a few more times, Trevor opened his mouth and let the cock slip right in. Trevor had done it so quickly Marc didn't have a chance to correct course. A warmth enveloped the awaiting member.
"Wait, we need the condoms," Marc managed to get out.
Trevor didn't listen. He sucked on the cock, savoring it. Marc put a hand on Trevor's head causing him to look and their eyes to meet. With a glance of acknowledgement Trevor impaled himself on Marc's cock, swallowing every inch the cock had. His nose and face were buried into Marc's pubic hair. Then, he pulled off releasing Marc.
Marc's wet cock slammed down against his body, now covered in Trevor's saliva. His saliva coated cock met the cool air in the room. Trevor was already placing a condom on Marc, before he could even respond to what happened.
Trevor sheepishly stared a Marc and said "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."
Marc didn't have a reply or a witty comeback. After all, he was the one who couldn't pull his hand off Trevor's dick.
Taking a moment of respite, Marc had Trevor lay back on the bed alongside him. Then Marc got up and positioned himself between Trevor's thick thighs. Being ever so curious, Marc licked one of Trevor's balls causing the young man to yelp. His legs jerked to try and close trapping Marc's head between them.
Marc could feel the hair from Trevor's legs brush up against his face. Marc turned his head and placed a kiss on each thigh. He spread Trevor's legs and moved toward the cock lying in wait. Marc open his mouth wide and pressed the cock inside.
Immediately he started gagging and coughing. "Holy fuck that's big!" He pulled away from the cock leaving a trail of spit connecting the tip of the condom to his lips.
"You okay? Trevor said sitting up.
"Yeah, yeah." Marc said catching his breath. "I forgot this isn't a porno and my eyes got bigger than my mouth." Marc coughed a few more times until he restored his normal breathing patterns. He tried shoving the dick back in his mouth a few more times. "I don't think this is going to work." Marc didn't know what he expected. He was a first timer and Trevor's cock was on Expert level.
"Let's try to do a 69," Trevor said. "You can be on top, might be easier for you to swallow that way." That was the reasoning Trevor gave, but it was an excuse to get Marc's dick in his mouth quicker.
It was awkward lining up Trevor's athletic seventeen-year-old body to Marc's leaner frame. But soon they got into position and Marc was feeding his cock into Trevor's mouth.
Trevor was eager to have another chance at inhaling Marc's dick. He placed his hands on Marc's ass forcing the boy on top to thrust at a steady pace.
Marc had a much easier time getting the top portion of Trevor's cock in his mouth. He resigned himself realizing that was as far as he could go for now.
The two young men continued to suck each other off. Marc and Trevor were grinding in motion. When one thrusted in the other pulled back and vice versa. Their bodies moved together in unison. That's when Marc felt a tap on his ass. Trevor need him to pull out. Dislodging himself he quickly went beside Trevor.
Trevor quietly mumbled, "Would you mind fucking me?"
"Are you sure?" It wasn't that Marc didn't want to. He'd never done it before, and Trevor didn't seem the type to be up for it.
Trevor nodded his head, "I've been thinking about this a lot. I don't think I'll have any trouble with people wanting me to be on top." He flexed his arm and gave his signature grin. "But I've been thinking, how I would want my first time on bottom to be? I'd like it to be you." With a sincere smile on his face, Trevor grabbed Marc's hand.
A warmth built up inside Marc's chest, He couldn't find any words to say so he just nodded his head.
Trevor got up, "So I have to sit on your dick, right?"
Marc quickly shuffled back on the bed away from Trevor. "Woah, you can't just stick it in. I know I watch a lot of porn, but even I know there's preparation involved, and we'll need tons of lube."
Squeezing the bridge of his nose Trevor let out a heavy sigh. "Marc, Cowmen aren't humans we don't have to worry about stuff like that."
"You don't?"
"Here let me show you." Trevor positioned himself above Marc's dick and plunged himself on it before Marc could protest.
"Ahhhh," both boys said in unison, yet for completely different reasons Marc felt himself stuffing Trevor's ass and Trevor felt Marc invade his body.
"What the hell is going on? Did you lube your ass already?" Marc cock easily slid into Trevor. The ass was self-lubricating and working over his cock. It was like an internal massage. He wondered if this was what having sex with every cowman was like?
Imagine a mind shattering and coming back together. That was the intense pleasure that Trevor was feeling. He had a carnal desire to feel Marc press even deeper into him. He ground his ass harder into the cock spearing him.
Marc was helpless as Trevor rode him wildly. The black teenager was nothing more than a living breathing dildo for the cowman. Trevor's muscular ass was slamming Marc's hips with such impacts, the boy knew he'd be bruised afterwards
There was no time to worry about that though. Marc tapped Trevor on his side trying to get his attention. "Hey, I'm about to cum." He knew they were both wearing condoms, but he wanted to give a heads up. The warning went ignored as Trevor continued to ride Marc, eyes closed.
Marc continued to repeat his statement of his nearing climax. Eventually, Trevor muttered back "It's fine," never once stopping his rhythm.
Marc wished he could have held off, but he didn't have the stamina to hold on. He felt his cock spasm. His time was up. Marc felt his cum flow into his condom.
While Marc rode out his climax, Trevor had just begun his. Marc had a front rode seat as Trevor began to fill his condom. It expanded like a water balloon, but it contained a substance more potent than mere water. The cock pulsed sending more cum gushing into the condom. Trevor's cock was lost in the murky white liquid that surrounded it. The cum was seeping into every crevice it could not leaving any space left unmarked.
The two boys came down from their collective highs. "Um I think your condom's about to burst." Marc stared as the constitution of the layer of protection was ready to explode.
"Don't worry it's a condom for Cowmen. No way it would break so easily." Trevor replied. "Well maybe if we continued," giving a wink, separating his body from Marc's, he removed his condom.
The condoms were disposed of as the boys put on their shirts and underwear.
"Now what?" Trevor asked.
"We could cuddle?"
"Cuddle?"
"Yeah come on," Marc tapped the side of Trevor's bed. "Do you want to be the big spoon or little spoon?"
"I don't know," Trevor made his way beside Marc. "Just do whatever you want to."
Marc pouted but it went ignored by Trevor. Therefore, he made Trevor be the little spoon. An awkward position since Trevor was slightly taller, but Marc didn't care.
Trevor didn't try to fight or object when he was made the little spoon. He quiet took his place and let Marc's arm drape over him. The room became quiet as the two young men's breathing patterns began to match one another. "Hey Trevor, thanks for cuddling with me." The young man in his arms made no movements to acknowledge the statement. Marc didn't try to make Trevor turn around. He was content talking to the back of Trevor's head. Marc peacefully smiled, "I know Cowmen can go for multiple rounds so I'm glad you stopped at one for me."
"It was my first time too you know. Maybe I was just tired. Did you think of that?" Trevor grumbled the words out.
Marc had considered that, but he deduced even if a cowman did have to rest after their first time they would have recuperated by now. A knowing smile was stuck on his face. "Still, Thanks." He reached down and cupped Trevor's cock and balls through the Cowman's boxer briefs. "This is truly a big cock with some nice balls."
Trevor grabbed Marc's hand and shoved it into his underwear. "If you keep teasing me, we're going to HAVE to do another round and you might not be on top." Trevor's cock lengthened against the hand.
Marc removed his hand from Trevor's underwear. He got the message. Enough with the teasing, best let sleeping dogs lie. Instead he used both arms to pull Trevor in closer, so their bodies were flush against one another. Trevor scooted back helping to bring his body closer. Marc's cock wasn't perfectly aligned with Trevor's ass, but it was close enough. Only the thin layers of the two boys' underwear fabric separated them. As much as Marc wanted to grind himself into Trevor's back, he had already received his warning. Going further would give him no excuse. He decided to try and distract himself.
"Hey Trevor?"
"What's up?"
"When's the last time, you were held like this?" Marc squeezed his arms emphasizing his question.
Trevor was silent for a long time. Marc was sure he was being ignored. Then, Trevor's voice broke the silence, "Never."
"What do you mean?"
Trevor sighed but didn't make any movements to separate himself from Marc, "If this is your way of asking me about my parents then don't."
"Sorry, if that was insensitive. It must have been hard to leave your parents in Brazil to come here."
Releasing a long and tired sigh Trevor spoke. "My parents are here, in the states. I was born here. Let's leave it at that."
Marc didn't want to leave it at that. Trevor's statement brought many questions. Uncle T brought Trevor here, but why would he only bring the child? How come Trevor's parents didn't come to visit? Did they even know where he was? But he knew pressing Trevor for answers now was not the solution. Instead Marc decided it was his turn to talk. If Trevor wanted to be silent Marc would talk for them both.
"I think the last time I was held like this was when I wet the bed in fourth grade."
Trevor snickered, "Dude, gross," This embarrassing info was ammunition for a later date.
Marc didn't care though. Sure, he was embarrassed, but he was much more concerned with getting Trevor's mind on something else. "My dad and I promised we wouldn't tell my mom about my `accident.' When she asked how'd I got in their bed my dad told her I had a bad dream."
"Your dad lied to your mom?"
"He did, but that happens sometimes. Like when our cat died. Instead of taking me to school my mom called in sick for me and we just spent the day together. She loved that cat. She told me she had it before she even met my dad."
Trevor grabbed onto Marc right arm wrapped around him. He let his finger's trace over Marc's hand. "Marc, why did you come here? To the Farm I mean."
"Huh?"
"Well I know human teenagers don't often get along with their parents. In movies and TV shows they argue a lot. But you don't seem to hate your parents."
"Of course, I don't! I mean they can be overbearing, but I love my parents."
"That's my point." Trevor said calmly nestled in Marc's arms. "I thought maybe you were here to run away from your parents for the summer."
"Oh," There was a distant melancholy in Marc's voice as if he wasn't in the room with Trevor anymore. His attention had gone somewhere else far away from his uncle's farm.
Trevor heard the way Marc's voice broke with that one word of acknowledgement. "I wasn't trying to pry. But I've never heard you talk about your parents before. I got curious."
"My parent's love me. They love each other, but something happened that they have to work through. Let's leave it at that." Marc took a deep breath releasing the venom that came out with those words. "I can't talk about it right now, but I'll tell you one day." That was a promise, even though it had been a while the situation still felt fresh on Marc's heart. He knew one day he'd have to confide in someone and hopefully Trevor would be there to listen.
Then Marc leaned forward and kissed the hot Brazilian on the back of his neck. It wasn't long before the two drifted off to sleep.
Marc woke up three hours later. The sun had already set. He untangled himself from Trevor's body making sure not to disturb his sleeping friend. He put his clothes on and slipped out the door.
He started to run. He was late. So late. Uncle T was probably fuming. He burst through the back door and made his way to the dining room where he was Uncle T eating alone. His food had barely been touched. Mar quiet slinked inside and sat down "I'm sorry.'
"For what?" Uncle T said looking up surprised.
"For being late." Marc hung his head in shame.
"You're not late though. Didn't you get my message saying let's push eating dinner together an hour back?"
Marc was stunned he whipped out his cell phone. Sure, as day there was the message unread. Marc had panicked when he saw there was no Daylight. Then he thought Uncle T was doing a reverse psychology thing to say, "I didn't eat dinner to show you how long I've waited," or something along those lines. That wasn't the case. Uncle T pointed out Ken already ate and was waiting in Marc's room. The two talked casually as they ate dinner. Marc, gracefully avoiding his sexual adventures, told Uncle T about the baseball game earlier that day and how Ken struck out Ayden. Uncle T shared how all the new cowmen were adjusting. He gave Marc a brief overview before the two parted for the night.
Marc made his way to his room and found Ken lounging around in pajamas. They greeted each other then, Marc got undressed and headed for the shower.
Finally, after drying himself off and throwing on some clothes Marc climbed into bed. He patted the empty space next to him and Ken immediately understood climbing under the covers to slide next to Marc.
Marc asked Ken if they could sleep facing each other, then he wrapped his hands around Ken's body. Their body's fit together. At sixteen Ken's body was the same height as Marc's, meaning their cocks aligned perfectly. Not that Marc was actively trying to think about that, but after his day of sexual exploration it was hard not to. And sure, Ken was his height now, but the curly haired cowman was also a lot muscular and thicker.
Ken nuzzled himself against Marc's ear. "You smell like Trevor." Ken pulled his head away.
The night darkening everything in the room was the only saving grace for Marc's face. He could feel how far his face dropped at hearing that. Cowmen were blessed with noses that were too good.
"That's cool." Ken added.
"What?"
"That you two had sex."
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad? You both like each other and were able to consummate it. We did the same thing," Ken shrugged.
Only Ken's green eyes were visible in their darken space and even then, Marc had to strain to see them. No matter how hard he looked he couldn't find any sarcasm behind Ken's words. Then, Marc thought to himself this was Ken he was taking about. Ken wasn't that type of person, though he did casually use the word consummate, when did his vocabulary expand?
Wanting to turn the focus off him Marc proposed a question, "When was the last time you were held like this Ken?"
Ken didn't waste time answering, "I don't think I've ever been held like this."
His sudden answer surprised Marc. Trevor had taken a few seconds to emotionally prepare himself, while Ken blurted out his answer. It highlighted the difference in their personalities, or maybe their upbringings? Marc only had vague details, but he felt there was more to unpack there.
"Well, don't worry about it. Someone as lovable and huggable as you, all your partners will want to hold you." Marc winced at that. He didn't want to picture Ken with other people. Then Marc pulled Ken in closer and forced his own leg between Ken's. Ken threw his own leg over Marc's body and let Marc's upper thigh rest under his cock and ass.
The young men held on to each other like that. An hour passed and then two. Ken had drifted off to sleep a while ago, but Marc was enjoying the moment. The quiet hours he got to spend with Ken were some of the best he had made here. Not to mention Ken was his first friend here and now they were the same age. He knew that Ken wouldn't be sixteen forever and eventually he'd age up. How could Marc not soak up every memory he had?
There was a current problem for Marc. It was warm. No, it was hot. Marc could feel the overbearing heat coming from both of their bodies. He needed to get away and cool down. He gently untangled his body from Ken making sure not to wake his sleeping friend.
Marc sat on the edge of his bed. He wasn't ready to go to sleep yet. He made his way over too his window, moving under the curtain to look out over the houses scattered across the field. The pale moon light did it's best to help illuminate the scene. It was joined by a chorus of diverse flashlights, the nightshift workers no doubt, wandering about in random areas.
Marc looked over and spotted Ken and Trevor's house. The porch light was on. That was odd. He'd never known them to ever leave it on. Regardless it wasn't a big issue. Marc stepped away from the window. Perhaps he'd stream a movie to pass the time. He ran through a list in his head.
"Oh, shit!" He smacked the side of his head. He had left his laptop in Trevor and Ken's house. He had been in such a rush he didn't even consider it. Marc sighed he knew his computer wasn't going anywhere his research on Bullmen and his movies would still be there in the morning.
Or Perhaps... Perhaps this was an opportunity. Marc felt a spark ignite inside him, one of curiosity. The same one that made him sneak into the breeding rooms. Before he met Ken, Marc had been considering exploring the farm at night. He didn't pursue it, due to spending most of his nights with Ken. This though was the perfect time to kill two birds with one stone. Marc could get his laptop and get some experience sneaking around at night. Trevor and Ken's house was close, so it wasn't a high risk. It'd be the perfect learning experience for when he truly explored at night.
Having already decided Marc, threw on a light hoodie, and put on his tennis shoes. He closed the door to his room and went downstairs to retrieve a flashlight. They had an abundance of them. Safety at night was very important to the farm.
Marc retrieved one and left out the back. He raced across the dark field. He knew exactly where he was headed and the porch light that had been left on aided in his journey. The porch light however would be a double edge sword. Once he was up the steps, he'd be visible. He hoped Trevor was still awake.
Upon making it to the house he was surprised to see the door was open. Not wide open, but it was obvious no one had closed it. Marc could hear noises coming from inside. Was it an intruder? Marc tipped-toed into the house.
In the living room laid two naked bodies on the floor. Marc almost screamed he hadn't expected that. Though upon a second glance he didn't see any blood or signs of injury. The bodies were breathing heavily and glistening. Marc bent over to see who they were. The first was Sheila, she was fine but completely passed out. The second was Dru covered in sweat. He was talking half-asleep, "Fucking wild... that was so good!"
Before he could ask Dru to elaborate Marc became aware of the noises further in the house. Marc gently put Dru back down and followed the sound.
The noises were emanating from Trevor's from. Marc swallowed his fear and turned the doorknob.
When the door opened it revealed Ayden the new famed Alpha Cowmen of the Farm getting fucked by someone.
The other body had Ayden pressed against the wall. The muscle under the mystery guy's body was moving and contorting under his skin. His body was growing. Ayden's eyes were closed, but his face was in full view of Marc.
Marc did a scan of Trevor's room. Total chaos, the bed sheets were overturned, ripped clothes were on the floor, countless condoms, many busted, were scattered everywhere and the room reeked of sex. Not, the innocent sex of a first time like Marc and Trevor had. A primal sex that reeked of all the involved parties' scent. There was one scent that dominated the others and Marc had no illusions who it was coming from. The mystery man. With each thrust into Ayden the man grew.
Then it came together for Marc. The condoms and the ripped clothes were the same one's he had seen earlier when Trevor was wearing them. Trevor was the mystery man, and he was Shifting. It had been hard to grasp at first. Trevor was 5ft '8 this afternoon. His body was now rapidly approaching 6ft territory.
Marc was speechless. Was this what `Shifting' was? Trevor must've busted out of his clothes when it happened.
Ayden opened his eyes and locked on to Marc. Ayden's face dropped, "Oh boy, this won't be good." was all he said.
Trevor delivered five powerful thrusts before he let go of Ayden. The blond cowman collapsed to the floor, unable to hold up his own weight.
Marc was speechless. How the hell did Ayden get out fucked? Wasn't he supposed to be a sex machine?
Trevor turned around and faced Marc. His dark brown eyes were glowing. There was no reasoning or sense of self behind them. He only desired one thing. Fear radiated through Marc's body. Trevor walked towards him.
A hand shot out and grabbed Trevor by the ankles, "We're not done yet, my guy." His hair was a mess, his face was flushed, and he wasn't on his feet. Ayden's body had given out, yet Ayden was not going to let Trevor pounce on Marc.
Without speaking Trevor mounted Ayden on the floor doggy style. He began his thrusting again. Trevor's veins began to appear as he began growing again. Trevor's pectorals extended further; thick veins spread out across them delivering energy for them to grow. His arms swelled thicker as mass was pumped into them. When Trevor laid his chest across Ayden's back, Marc could see his thick Brazilian ass continue to gain more mass.
"You may want to bow out now." Ayden said to Marc before, Trevor shoved his face into the floor.
Marc's fell back on his butt, then zoomed out of the house not even bothering to collect his laptop.