This is a story about 2 teenage guys who discover man sex and love for each other while on a summer vacation at the farm. It begins slowly but builds in intensity as their relationship deepens so please be patient as you read this first part. If man to man sex or normal reproductive acts of farm animals offend you then you should move on to something else. This is my first attempt at writing fiction and I would appreciate any comments emailed back to me at ndman72@yahoo.com. BOYS ON THE FARM is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the events do not represent any person or situation. Copyright (c) 1999.
BOYS ON THE FARM By D.Z.
Arrival at the Farm.
Tristan and David were both 15 years old and had been buddies for years. Tristan was tall for his age with a medium build and a great tan. His eyes were brown and he had dark, curly hair. They had finished the ninth grade and were looking forward to attending senior high school at the Central Campus of their urban community.
David was the shorter of the two boys and had light blonde hair and blue eyes. David went without a shirt as much as possible and already this summer he had a nice tan on his torso and legs. Both boys' physiques showed the promise of a man's body as their muscles began to define and grow in their journey into manhood.
The boys were on their way to the farm where David's grandparents, John and Edna Brandt, lived. David invited Tristan to stay with him at the farm for a couple of weeks and after weeks of anticipation they were nearly there. Tristan constantly looked out the window of Grandpa Brandt's 4x4 pickup at the wide open spaces, the new crops, and the herds of livestock. The sun was casting a golden glow on the countryside as it was setting and the air smelled so fresh. This was the beginning of a new and exciting experience for Tristan, a city boy, to be in the country and out on a real farm.
In twenty minutes they had traveled from town out to the farm. They pulled into a tree-surrounded farmyard that included a big house, huge red barn with a silo attached, several graineries, and a gigantic farm equipment shop/garage. Two Dalmatian dogs ran up to the car, wagging their tails and barking. David jumped out of the car and ran over to the dogs, holding and petting them. "Be quiet Fritz, you too Mabel", he said to the matched pair of dogs.
After their suitcases were carried inside, David was bursting with eagerness to show Tristan around the farm. Accompanied by the dogs, the two boys made a tour of the farmstead. First they toured the equipment garage looking at the big farm equipment. But, over in the corner, dwarfed by the large modern equipment was an old horse-drawn wagon, and to Tristan's amazement, a stagecoach! "Why does your Grandfather have these-they're awesome!?" exclaimed Tristan.
"His hobby is keeping the olden days alive with this old stuff pulled by big draft horses", explained David. "The horses are probably out around the barn and he has a stallion he keeps penned in there."
"Can we go see them right now?"
"Sure, let's go."
They dashed to the barn and slid open the central sliding door. Penned inside was a black Clydesdale stallion. The boys went over to the pen and held their hands out as he came over to them and sniffed them through the boards of the sturdy pen.
"He's huge-what's his name," asked Tristan.
"Ace, as in ace of spades".
"Does anybody ride him?"
"No, he mostly is used to breed Grandpa's mares and sometimes Grandpa will hitch him up to cultivate the garden or pull an old mower."
"Awesome. Where are the others?"
"They are either in back of the barn or out in the pasture. I wonder how many colts Grandpa Brandt has this year. Let's go look".
The boys dashed outside and around to the back of the barn. There they found three mares and two colts. They spooked the horses by their sudden appearance and out to the pasture galloped the colts and mares.
"We scared them", said David. "I forgot that you can't run up to horses. Maybe later they'll be back by the barn and we can walk up to them and pet them."
By this time the sun had set and the boys went back to the farmhouse. It was a white, two-story house with a roofed porch across the entire front. Grandma had cookies and ice cream waiting for boys. Then it was time for bed. "We get up early on the farm", Grandma Brandt explained, "so you boys need to get to bed. Are you sharing a room or do you want be sleeping separate?"
Tristan looked over to David. "Share?" he asked.
"Course", replied David.
Up the stairs went Grandma with the boys. "Here boys, you can sleep in this room-it has a double bed. Put your suitcases over here and get settled. Don't stay up too long . . .Good night," she said as she gave each boy a hug and a peck on the cheek.
"Your grandma is sure nice," Tristan said as soon as the boys were alone.
"Yeah, but wait until Grandpa shows us a good time. You'll like him too."
The boys arranged their suitcases and began changing for bed without a concern for modesty. Tristan loved to look at David's naked body-the smooth perfection of his arms, legs, ass, and the dark blonde hair over his uncut cock. He had a perfect uncut cock and set of balls--his body could have been used a model for an ancient Greek statue. As best friends they had seen the other naked often since they did everything together. They had slept over at each other's house and gone to camp together. Sleeping over was always fun, especially when the boys could sleep in the same bed.
Tristan quickly pulled his nightclothes on to hide his slowly rising cock. "Oh man" he thought. "How am I going to keep my dick under control if I don't jerk it every day? I don't want him to think I'm gay." Tristan made sure his crotch didn't come in contact with David as they lay together and made plans for the next day and slowly dropped off to sleep.
Day One.
Right away on their first morning they were exploring the barn and hayloft. They had a great time swinging all around the hayloft from a rope attached high up on the roof. By mid morning the boys had to take a leak.
"Man, I gotta find someplace to take a leak" Tristan said after a particularly wild swing on the rope. "I just about pissed my pants on that one!" He began heading for the stairs and was passing by the open hayloft door looking out to the barnyard. "Do you think anyone would mind if I just did it out the door?"
"Nah, I've done that before when I was here other summers. Move over, I've got to go too."
Tristan always unbuttoned his jeans and zipped down his fly so he could piss unrestricted. David was usually more inhibited, but since they were on the farm, he followed Tristan's example. There they stood, side by side with their hands holding their cocks, pissing out of the hayloft door of the huge old barn. As boys will be boys, they were involved in a friendly competition to see who could piss the furthest.
Tristan looked at David's powerful stream arcing out and down through the air and exclaimed, "Wow! Look how far you can make it go! You've got me beat by a mile."
Both boys shook the remaining drops of piss off their cocks. Tristan gave his an extra shake or two enjoying the feelings in his dick that his hand was creating. He was beginning to get really horny since he wasn't able to jerk off the last two days. He tried to put out of his mind all thoughts of his sexual urges out of his mind. "Hey David, let's go see that stud horse again".
Down they went to see Ace who was standing in his pen munching on hay. The boys peered through the boards of the pen at the back end of the biggest horse they had ever seen. And, hanging beneath him was this huge horsecock with a set of balls the size of apples enclosed in a velvety pouch. Ace's black cock hung down about a foot and was easily three inches in diameter. It swung from side to side as Ace shifted his weight, swishing his tail at flies. Tristan was semi-hard from just looking at it. As the boys were looking Ace let more of this awesome cock come out--it lengthened to two feet long and Ace began to piss--it was a river of piss.
"Look at that freakin' monster of a cock and those huge balls!", murmured Tristan.
"Yeah", replied David. "You should see it hard when he's breeding Grandpa's mares. It gets even longer and fatter. If we're lucky we might get to see Ace doing it. You'll know that a mare is in heat if she hangs around the barn all day with her tail up."
"Cool. I hope so--I've never seen animals fucking." Tristan had to put his hand in his pocket and arranged his hard dick into a better position. He looked over at David's crotch and could tell David's crotch was fuller than usual too. "What should we do now?"
"Lets go get the dogs and see the colts out in the pasture."
The boys went outside and were looking and calling for the dogs. "Here Fritz, here Mabel." David paused, "I wonder where they went--they always come when you call them. We better look for them."
David and Tristan began checking everywhere in the farmyard. As they went between two grain bins they caught a glimpse of the spotted dogs. Something didn't look right and the boys started running. Around the grain bins there were the dogs--Fritz had his front legs over Mabel's back and he was pumping away. As the boys stood and watched this act of canine reproduction Tristan's cock grew so hard it ached and he had to casually rub it through his jeans. Shortly Fritz withdrew his pointed, pink dick and both dogs lay on the grass and were licking their genitalia.
"Man, I just said I've never seen animals fucking and it happens just like that. My cock is so hard it aches-doesn't yours?" Tristan asked as he tried to find a better position in his pants for his aching cock.
"No shit! This is making me way too horny". David looked around checking to make sure they weren't in sight of the house or the shop. "I need to shoot some juice". He opened his pants, pushed down his briefs, and pulled out his hard cock. He started rapidly stroking it, moving his foreskin back and forth over his flared cockhead. Precum started rolling out of his cock slit and was spread by the movement of his foreskin.
Tristan thought he would shoot off right then in his pants. David was jerking his cock in front of him!
"Me too!' Tristan echoed David's actions and quickly had his teen-age boner outside and began pummeling his meat. His other hand cupped his balls and massaged them as he stroked. The sexual tension in his body rapidly built and his existence centered in that hard cock gripped in his hand. "Here it comes" he panted as five strings of white cum jetted into the air and landed in the grass. Tristan began shaking the remainder of his cum from his long semi-hard cock before tucking it back into his jeans.
That sight was all David needed for his release of hot cum. His orgasm was intense and he shot out load after load. His knees were weak as he finished and he wiped off the dribbles of cum on his cock with his fingers. He wiped his fingers on the grass then put his dick back in his pants. Fritz was up and sniffing in the grass where the boy's cum landed.
"I've never jerked myself off outside before--this was cool," admitted Tristan as he watched David finish.
David looked around and then over at Tristan. "Me neither. Lets head down to the pasture now. Come on Fritz, get out there!"
The boys and dogs took off running down to the pasture. The colts were nursing and their little tails swishing as they drank--it was so new and wonderful to Tristan as he saw these large animals behave as nature intended. The boys moved close to the horses and then sat in the grass to watch them. The mares were nibbling the tender green grass while the colts stayed close to their mothers.
"See there, Tristan? That colt with the white stripe down its face is a boy. You can see his little cock hanging out," David said quietly. "I think the one with three white feet is a girl-I can't see anything hanging. Watch under the tail as it moves-there, I saw her pussy. One boy and one girl."
"I wonder what their names are", whispered Tristan. "They're pretty neat. Look, they're coming closer."
"Don't move and be totally quiet. Let's see if they will come and check us out."
Testing Tristan's and David's power of self control, the curious colts slowly approached the boys. The colts were soon blowing little snuffles through their noses as they were close by and smelling the boys. Tristan couldn't hold still a second longer and when he moved the colts spun around and raced for their mothers. "I sure would like to pet those colts," breathed Tristan.
Just then the boys heard three clangs coming from the farmyard. "Grandma's ringing the dinner bell-we have fifteen minutes to get washed up and to the table-we better hurry back." The day had been full of new experiences for Tristan and it was only the morning of the first day!
The boys were ravenous and Grandma's lunch disappeared quickly. As they were eating, Grandpa asked the boys if they would mow the grass in the farmyard that afternoon. He explained he had a riding mower and a push mower and the boys could take turns.
"Sure", David and Tristan replied simultaneously. They had seen the riding lawnmower in the shop and it was BIG! But so was the farmyard...they spent the afternoon mowing the lush grass around the farm buildings. By late afternoon, they were hot, sweaty, and tired. The temperature gone well over 90 and there was no breeze.
The two boys were more than ready for a rest when Grandma called for them to come and have some lemonade and snacks. After they gulped down the pitcher of cold lemonade and a plateful of snacks, Grandma had a suggestion. "Grandpa won't be in from the hayfield until late evening so you boys can go have some fun until sundown. Davy, you remember where the fishing poles are, don't you? Maybe you boys want to go down to the river where it will be cooler."
"Sure!" "Cool!"
While David went to get the poles, Grandma helped Tristan dig for worms in the garden. Their energy restored, the boys wasted no time getting through the fence, into the pasture, and walking down a coulee to reach the river. The shade from the trees was a welcome relief from the heat of the sun.
After fishing for awhile without luck, the boys rolled up their jeans and began wading in the shallows looking for frogs and interesting rocks.
Suddenly there was a big splash. David looked over to see Tristan sitting in the water. "The water feels great--but now my clothes are wet. What will your Grandma say if I come back like this?" worried Tristan.
"Well, nobody will see us down here-why don't you take off your shirt and pants and dry them on those big rocks over in the sunlight. "
Within moments Tristan had his wet clothes off and was standing in his wet underwear. The underwear was semi-transparent in its wet state and clung to his five-inch soft cock wrapped over his balls.
Secretly David wished he had a long cock like Tristan's. "Might as well take off your underwear and dry them too", David observed. "You aren't hiding much like that and wet underwear is uncomfortable anyway."
"Only if you skinnydip with me".
After a period of initial awkwardness--the boys had never been naked in the wide open before--they were splashing and swimming. Tristan was enjoying the freedom of this natural activity and badly wanted to be able to touch David's perfect, nude body. Then he had an idea that would make their skinnydipping even more unique. "David, let's play tag. Only you have to tag the other guy's cock before he's it." And before David could reply, Tristan had reached out, tapped David's uncut cock right on the head, then turned and splashed away.
"You faggot!" David shouted. "I'll get you for that!" He lunged after Tristan and after several attempts was able to make the connection with Tristan's cock. But Tristan was ready and brushed David's cock right back.
"Who are you calling a faggot, faggot?"
David was half mad by this time and decided it was time to dunk Tristan. Without a thought for his actions, David grabbed Tristan in a bear hug and began wrestling with Tristan in an effort to dunk him. All the while David's cock was pressing into Tristan's ass cheek.
The skinnydipping and unintentional erotic actions of David were more than Tristan could take and his cock was hardening rapidly. Suddenly unsure of David's reaction and his own feelings, he suddenly gave up by holding David's arms and falling into the water. Both came up gasping for breath and laughing. After a minute or so, while Tristan waited for his cock to subside, they headed for the rocks to dry off and rest. Both boys stretched out on some big, warm and sunny rocks. What a sight! David, a blonde, with his uncut cock revealing the head just slightly, laying there next to Tristan with his dark hair and long, cut cock. They may have looked like opposites, but they were best buddies.
Before long they boys turned onto their stomachs and let the sun warm their backs. They dozed in the sun recovering some energy after their active day.
When the sun was setting the boys dressed in their mostly dry clothes and returned to the house for the evening meal. But the day wasn't over yet.
After the evening prayer and supper, Grandpa went to his gun closet and pulled a pair of .22 rifles. "Boys", he said, "Let's do a little practice shooting. I have a million gophers out in that hayfield that you can shoot for me tomorrow."
Tristan was just about beside himself with excitement. He never thought he could have so much fun in one day. Grandpa Brandt explained how to hold a rifle and look down the barrel, lining up the sights. They shot at a target nailed to a tree and then at some cans on the ground. Grandpa was very careful to explain gun safety to the boys and made each of them repeat everything back to him.
It was dark now, and still very warm. The boys went inside and showered then went upstairs after receiving another hug and kiss from Grandma Brandt. But, oh was it warm in that upstairs room! There still was no breeze and it was not cooling off outside very fast. The boys tried to lay in bed and sleep, but they were too hot and sticky.
As they laid there in the darkness together in the double bed, Tristan started talking. "David, this has been the best day in my life...I never have had so much fun all in one day. Thanks for asking me to come here with you. I can hardly wait for tomorrow to be here so we can shoot those gophers."
"Its fun because you're here, Tristan. Its boring to be here by yourself," replied David as he tried to find a cooler and more comfortable position. "Man, I'm so hot-I just can't get comfortable".
Tristan thought for a moment, wondering if he dared say what he was thinking. He could still see David's naked body in his mind from this afternoon's skinnydipping. "What if we slept naked, then nothing would stick and we would be cool as possible. Being naked outside this afternoon was so awesome and it felt so good to get those hot clothes off then".
"Yeah...I guess it would be OK but we better be sure we're covered up in the morning," David replied hesitantly.
Lifting their butts up, the boys stripped off their jockeys and felt the slight breeze wafting over their damp crotches. Tristan couldn't help it-his dick started twitching and getting hard. In a short time it was standing at attention. It was all he could do not to jack off. He rolled over on his side hoping David wouldn't notice. He wanted to touch David again so badly but didn't dare. Did that make him gay?
David was quietly thinking about everything that happened that day. He didn't intend to act so 'gay' but it just happened so quickly-he couldn't help himself. Being around those animals and seeing them act in their natural ways made him so horny. He was feeling guilty about jerking off in front of Tristan, and running around naked. Was it right for him to be doing these things? He was sure his church and his parents wouldn't approve. Did Tristan think that he was gay?
As they laid there privately thinking about the day and their sexuality, each boy drifted off to sleep in the nude and uncovered.
(I plan to write about each day of their vacation as a separate segment. Day 2 will be posted as soon as I can get it cranked out.)