This is a continuation of the story about David and Tristan, two teenage guys who have fallen in love with each other while on a summer vacation at the farm. This series discovers how they proceed with living and growing in their new found sexuality. If sex between male teenagers is offensive to you or if you are underage then you should move on to something else. I would appreciate any comments emailed 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.
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Before I plunge back into the story, I would like to thank once again all of the people who have written to me and told me how much they have enjoyed the Boys on the Farm series.
It seemed fitting to end Day 12 with David's acceptance and expression of the love he has discovered with Tristan. And something that is very gratifying for me to hear is that a good number of you have said that you have fallen in love with David and Tristan and would hate to see their story end.
So my friends, I am continuing the story I began of Boys on the Farm and will relate how David and Tristan handle their impending separation and prepare for further adventures in living and growing in their new found sexuality.
BOYS ON THE FARM.
Day Thirteen.
Tristan couldn't take his eyes off of David. Only 10 hours remained of their vacation on the farm. Their departure from the Brandt farm would be the beginning of an impending separation that he desperately wanted to avoid. Tristan watched David as David closed the door to the bedroom they shared and flipped off the lights, standing there clothed only in his jockeys. To Tristan there was nothing of greater beauty than the sight of David's nakedness, the flowing lines of his muscles rippling beneath the smooth skin. The darkness of the room swallowed Tristan's view of David's perfection but automatically Tristan's other senses came into play. He could hear David's purposeful footsteps approaching the double bed in which they slept together and the whisper of the jockey underwear sliding down those strong thighs and calves, revealing David's maleness. Despite the cover of darkness Tristan could mentally visualize David's uncut cock and well-proportioned balls in their hairless pouch due to their sexual adventures at the Brandt farm.
The bed squeaked under David's weight as David joined Tristan in the double bed. Tristan's right arm was spread over David's spot, waiting to pull David close. Almost like magnets joining the two boy's bodies came together in total body contact, the sensations of naked skin against naked skin warm and deliciously sensual. Tristan was on his back and he pulled David against his side so David was laying half on top of Tristan. "Mmmmmm," hummed Tristan in appreciation of the hunky guy he held in his arms, David's weight pressing on him and making him feel so loved. "Where's those extremely kissable lips of yours, babe?" he added.
David brought his head next to Tristan's and whispered, "So you wanna kiss, do ya? Where's those sexy lips of yours then?" The two of them found each other's lips in the dark and began to explore the delights thereof. As Tristan's cock sprang into rigidity, he could feel David's also lengthen and stiffen against his pelvis. Soon their tongues were dancing inside each other's mouths while their erections strained and danced in concert. The aching need they felt for each other intensified and Tristan's hand pushed between their bodies to find David's throbbing boner. Within scant seconds David's hand had found Tristan's hot throbber and they caressed and squeezed each other's male organ as they continued to kiss.
David broke off kissing with a murmured, "Tris dude, you're such an awesome kisser! You're so sexy and make me so darn horny and I want this to last tonight. I gotta back off a little here before I lose control!"
"Me? Nah. You're bestest and the sexiest, man!" was Tristan's soft rejoinder as his hand left David's cock to finger David's balls. "I totally love you David and I don't know how I can stand being apart from you," he continued in an emotionally laden voice.
"I know, dude. I know. I love you too," David whispered tenderly while brushing Tristan's brow and face with his fingertips. As his fingers reached Tristan's cheek he hit a wetness there. "Are you crying, dude?" David had to ask because the darkness hid the sight of the tears leaking from Tristan's eyes.
Tristan inhaled with a ragged breath and seemed about to say something before quickly burying his face in David's neck. Tristan's whole body shook as he began to sob while the tears flowed freely.
"Shhhhh, Tris." David held Tristan and comforted him with light kisses wherever he could touch his lips to Tristan. "Don't cry, dude. We'll figure something out. I don't want you to go either. Now shhh." David continued to comfort Tristan and stroked his hair. David was fighting for control of his emotions with all his might as he held Tristan. He wanted to be strong for Tristan and it felt so good to have someone to love and depend on him.
Slowly Tristan regained some control of his overflowing emotions and kissed David's neck before saying, "Oh David, I feel like my heart is breaking in two. I'm so happy and so sad at the same time. You are my man, babe, and no matter how far apart we will be physically I will remember being here with you and feel you next to me."
"You are my man too, dude. I'll never forget this vacation on the farm either. How could we?"
"Yeah, how could we? Like we've been together as close as two people can ever get. You know what I mean, babe."
"You mean like this afternoon, dude?" David said with a smile in his voice and wiggled his ass a little. "I thought I was gonna blow my nuts right out my cock I was cumming so hard. I mean I thought your letting me fuck your ass was the greatest sex there ever was and then...well, and then you showed me how incredible it could be to be....umm, well you know, the receiver."
Tristan giggled despite his tears only moments ago. "I know what you mean. Sex with you, babe, has only gotten better and better. I love you so much and I just keep wanting to love you more and more."
"What's stopping you then, dude? I mean we gotta take advantage of our last chance here to be totally together." With those words David reached down to find Tristan's semi-hard cock and began brushing his fingertips over and around it, smearing the precum that had run out over its flared cock helmet. In seconds he could feel Tristan's cock grow under his fingers to a full-fledged erection, 7 inches long and so fat his fingers could barely wrap around it. It was incredible to David how soft and smooth and silky the skin of Tristan's fat cock could feel yet inside it was hard like a steel rod. He fingered that ridge on Tristan's massive cock over and over. As he played with Tristan's cock he nibbled and kissed Tristan's ear and face.
Tristan was in heaven! He couldn't help but moan deep in this throat as he enjoyed what David was doing to him. And best of all David was taking the initiative and tantalizing his cock with those feather light touches and strokings. It was a sweet torment! The trickle of precum produced by his sex organs became a veritable stream and Tristan's body was on fire! He grabbed David's hand and guided onto his cock between moans of delight, "David, I need some serious action here-stroke me, suck me, fuck me I don't care which! Me and my cock are begging you to quit your teasing and get down to business!"
By this time David was incredibly turned on by the response he had gotten from Tristan. His cock was pulsing with its desire for action and he could feel the wetness of the precum which had dripped onto his belly. His asshole, though still a little tender from their sex that afternoon, was winking continuously as he thought how great it felt to have Tristan ramming his man-sized pole in David's love chute again. Scooping up the precum puddled on his belly, David found his hole and lubed it with his precum. The sensation that produced was incredible and he was being taken over by his desire for more hot fucking. His dick did the impossible by becoming harder and small spurts of precum were flowing copiously from his uncut boner. "Tristan, if you go slow you can fuck me. I want to feel you inside me again. I'm ready for you now if you would turn this way."
The boys adjusted the relative positions so they were lying on their sides in spoon fashion, Tristan behind David. After a couple of tries, Tristan was lined up properly and had lubed his cock with precum and was poised at David's back door. "You still ready?" he asked softly?
"I'm more than ready," David whispered back. "Do it dude, shove it in and let's do it."
Tristan pushed in and slowly his dickhead penetrated David for the second time ever.
David sucked in a big breath, fighting to relax and allow Tristan's meaty cock full entry. "OK, go some more." David shifted his weight a little and changed their angle enough so Tristan slid the rest of the way in, slow but sure. David felt full and complete down there while at the same time he was aware of Tristan's pubes tickling his butt cheeks.
Tristan began moving in and out, slowly and gently while running his free hand all over David's front. He found David's nipples and teased them before moving down his belly to circle and play with David's navel. Next was the main attraction, that five inches of rigid flesh standing proudly against David's belly with those twin orbs of manliness hanging off to one side. Tristan's fingers roamed every part of David's crotch, stroking, pulling, squeezing, and caressing David's maleness while enjoying to the utmost the slow building of his orgasm by the motion of his cock buried deep inside David. When Tristan's back would get tired, he would stop for a moment and continue to love David with his hands and kiss the back of David's neck and head.
The only thing in the world that mattered to David was the feelings that Tristan was creating in him. He was being filled to the utmost with Tristan's love, physically and emotionally. Nothing else mattered but that he was being made love to and that it was Tristan there with him, filling him, fucking him, loving him. David's breathing was slow and deep, punctuated with gasps and jolts of pleasure would race outwards from that magic spot deep inside him that Tristan's cock was massaging. Another incredible orgasm was slowly building, a more beautiful and meaningful orgasm, because it was built upon a foundation of love rather than lust.
And then their lovemaking began to reach the long awaited end. Tristan's breathing became deeper and faster, his thrusting became more focused with longer and harder strokes. David managed to gasp out a warning to Tristan, "I'm getting really close! Catch my cum so I don't squirt all over the bed!" A few more thrusts and David was over the edge and his sense of self narrowed to an all encompassing series of orgasmic pulses which sent cum flooding through Tristan's fingers and through David's fingers cupped over Tristan's.
Tristan was hardly aware of his fingers because the sensations of David's ass clenching in orgasm around Tristan's cock sent his nervous system into overload as he fired his own volley of orgasmic completion into David as he buried his cock in David's ass to the max, thrust after thrust. After a minute or so spent recovering his breath and covered with sweat, Tristan began to pull his semi-hard sex out. He had a handful of David's cum he needed to do something with.
"Leave it in, Tris, just leave it. I want to feel you in me still," begged David in a distant voice.
"My hand is full of your cum, babe. I need to wipe it off before it gets all over the bed."
"Wipe your hand off on me then, dude. Don't pull out.
"Well, if that's what you want, babe." Tristan continued to cuddle with David with his cock residing in David's sweet bubble butt. In the meantime he spread a handful of slippery cum onto David's pubes, cock, and balls causing David some delightful orgasmic aftershocks as David reacted to the stimulation of his sexual equipment. Each aftershock would provide Tristan's semi-hard cock a sensation that David was trying to squeeze even more cum out of it! "That's so cool David when you do that!" Tristan gasped as he shuddered in response to David's aftershocks and felt his cock twitching and coming alive again.
"It's more than cool, dude," David replied. "Being with you like this is the most super bestest awesome thing ever! I can feel you getting bigger inside me again." David reached back with his right arm and held Tristans upper butt cheek while pulling Tristan tight against his backside. "Let's just stay together like this as long as we can, ok dude? I love you and love feeling you inside me."
Tristan moved sensuously against David, caressing him with his total body. "Sure thing, babe. I don't want this to ever end. But my dad's transfer is going to put a real crimp in us being able to be together. Davey-babe, I don't want to have to move away, what do I do?" Tristan said with a catch in his voice.
"You know something Tris, I used to hate it when someone called me Davey, but it sounds so right now when you do. I don't know what we can do, dude. Don't you have any relative you could stay with? If you don't, I wonder if my folks would let you stay with us?"
"Oh wouldn't that be the best?" Tristan sighed heavily, "but my dad won't let me do it. I know he expects me to go to Texas with him. If I tell him I refuse to go he'll want to know why and then what do I tell him?"
"That you don't want to leave your friends and school maybe?" David offered.
"I know what he'll say. He'll say I can make new friends and then a new school won't matter."
"Well you better not find any 'friends' that want to be friends like this dude!" David said only half jokingly.
Tristan's right arm wrapped around David's chest in a tight embrace as he said, "I could never find someone who would mean as much to me as you, babe! I love you so much I hardly can keep myself from shouting it out everywhere." With those words Tristan began again their rythym of togetherness and love, savoring the delicious sensations being produced in his groin.
"MMmmmmmm," David all but purred in a sensuous haze. "I love how you can make me feel, Tris-dude."
Tristan continued to make love to David and his free hand was roaming across David's front, from his crotch to his belly and his chest and then back down, stroking, caressing, and giving light squeezes and pinches to his nipples. At first there was a pronounced lack of urgency in this bout of lovemaking, the third one within the past 12 hours, both boys just enjoying their love and togetherness. "Davey, would you mind rolling over on your back?" Tristan asked. "I want to find your lips again, babe."
"OK dude, I want to kiss those lips of yours too."
Tristan reluctantly pulled out of David so he could turn onto his back.
David immediately rolled to his back and urged, "Put it back in me, Tris, I feel pretty empty and want you back in there."
Lining his ramrod up again, Tristan was amazed at how easily his cock slipped back into David's relaxed love tunnel. "Oh, that was too easy. Ok, now where's those lips, babe!"
"Ahhhhh, that feels so good to have you in there again," David said before lifting his head to find Tristan's and beginning their kissing. Their kissing and tongue dancing fed their fires of passion and Tristan began moving in and out of David again in earnest, this time with the full strokes of an aching cock that was begging for an orgasm one more time. Their excitement built slowly but powerfully with each push Tristan made. Without consciously realizing it Tristan was soon forcefully thrusting into David to reach his completion. Tristan wanted to vocalize his impending orgasm in the worst way but know he couldn't with Grandpa and Grandma in the house. He held back what he could but that didn't stop him from whimpering as his fuse was lit for an explosive release.
Tristan's smooth pistoning of David's chute turned into abrubt plunges as he began to spray the insides of David's ass and each jet of cum was accompanied with a high pitched "Mmmmhhhumpf, mmmmhhhumpf, mmmmhhhumpf, mmmmhhhumpf, mmmmhhhumpf," as Tristan ejaculated the last reserves of cum from his balls. He knew without a shadow of doubt that he was emptying everything he had left to shoot with in David's tight, hot ass.
Tristan's intense climax and exclamations of ecstasy sent David over the edge into his own orgasm. As if Tristan was pressing on an internal pump as he drove his fuck rod against David's prostrate, David's cock began to eject its own streams of hot cum from David's last reserves of boy juice. As David was shooting his juice over his belly and chest again, David was moaning deep in his throat almost in harmony with Tristan's higher pitched vocalizations. Their motions slowly died, both boys utterly spent.
Feeling his cock slowly deflating after fucking David for the third time that day Tristan lowered himself fully down upon David, both boys' chests heaving with the aftermath of their exertions. Punctuating their heavy breathing were the soft smacking sounds of kissing, but now the kisses were tender little pecks as they both relaxed into the afterglow instilled by their lovemaking.
Tristan's medallion hung down from his neck chain and chimed against David's as they nuzzled and nibbled each other's faces. Hearing the chime from their visual symbols of love for each other, it flashed through David's mind that Tristan could really be leaving for Texas and that it might not be David that Tristan would be making love to in the future--at least until David could get Tristan back to the farm next summer! David wrapped his arms and legs around Tristan, locking them together, Tristan's soft cock still deep inside David. "Tris-dude, I have to ask you something."
"What's that Davey-babe?"
"What if you go to Texas and find another guy who would have sex with you and he wanted to do it with you really bad. Would you do it?"
Tristan sucked in a big breath, exhaled, then and framed David's face with his hands gently before answering. "Davey, you are my one and only lover. You are so beautiful to me and I love you with all my heart. There won't be anyone in Texas who I could love as much as you!"
"And I do really love you too Tris-dude. But Tris, would you promise me that you won't do this with anybody else? I mean like, you know, fuck them like you and I have today? I mean its taken me awhile but now I've given you everything I have to give....you are still inside me right now. I just want to know that you won't forget about me after all we've done here and find someone else to love like this."
"Davey, you are my one and only. I promise that I won't have sex with anyone else as long as we are lovers. You know that makes you my steady boyfriend. Can you handle that Davey?"
David had to laugh softly. "Tris, if I can handle your whopper of a cock up my ass I sure as hell can handle being your boyfriend!"
Tristan laughed too, but suddenly stopped to ask, "What about you, Davey? Aren't you going to promise me the same thing--that you won't have sex with anyone else?"
"Oh yeah! I promise, Tris-dude." After a moment's silence David spoke up again. "Hey Tris, you pumped so much jizz up my ass I can feel it leaking out. Dude, we've got to find something before I leak all over the bed!"
Tristan pulled out of David and rolled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed something off of the floor. "Here you go, babe. Use this."
"What is it?"
"It's my T-shirt. I'll wash it when I get home tomorrow."
"Good. I needed it bad cuz I can feel your stuff leaking out," David explained as he was making wiping motions behind and under himself. Then he made a few more motions and Tristan figured out that David was arranging the T-shirt so it was under his butt to catch any further leaks.
Tristan rummaged around a bit more to find his underwear so he could wipe off his privates somewhat, as he could tell that he was wet and sticky between his legs. That task completed, Tristan cuddled up to David and they held each other in their arms, lightly touching and caressing after they kissed each other deeply once more. They barely could say good night to each before sleep overtook them sometime late into the night.
Distressed by their impending separation, Tristan slept deeply only for a short time before his hyperactive subconscious mind brought him from a sound sleep into a restless doze. Whether he was dreaming or not didn't matter as his subconscious was rehearsing the confrontation with his dad regarding their move to Texas. No matter which arguments Tristan mentally stepped through with his dad, none of them were strong enough to prevent their moving, except the riskiest one of all. In every scenario played out in his subconscious mind he ended up telling his dad that he was gay and had David as his lover. Tristan's distress grew as he wrestled with his predicament. Neither choice was appealing--risk losing David by moving to Texas with his father or risk his acceptance and love from his dad by revealing his new relationship with David. Tristan tossed and turned through the remaining hours of darkness and eventually his restlessness disturbed David.
In the half-light of early dawn David opened his eyes and mumbled, "Tris-dude, what's wrong? You've been tossing and turning all the time."
"Oh, sorry, David. I've been dreaming, I guess."
"You guess? What kind of dreams, dude?"
Exhaling a huge sigh Tristan 'fessed up. "I've been dreaming, thinking, whatever about telling my dad that I can't go to Texas with him."
"So, you afraid he's going to beat you or something?"
"No. It's just that I don't think anything will work except the truth."
"Sheesh. You mean the truth about us?"
"Yeah."
"Tris-dude, I love you but you know my family will freak if they knew. What if your dad tells my folks? Then I've got big time trouble."
"I know. I just don't know what to do."
"I don't either except that we're together now. Come here dude, and snuggle with me. Worry about tomorrow when it gets here, I'm still tired and want to sleep more."
"OK, babe."
The bedcovers rustled as David pulled Tristan close to him and they both settled into an intertwined facing position of togetherness. Trying to get Tristan to relax, David stroked Tristan's face with his fingertips a couple of times as he smiled at Tristan with a sleepy love smile before sinking back to sleep again.
Tristan dozed some but true sleep still eluded him. His overactive brain couldn't help but continue to think about things. "Here he had the most adorable guy in the world holding him and this was it for a whole year if Tristan's dad took him along to Texas. Just look at David sleep, he is so handsome and looks so peaceful sleeping there."
His face only inches away from David's, Tristan studied David's face up close in the growing light. "Look how David's blonde hair shines in the early morning sunlight." He could see the long eyelashes and individual hairs composing David's eyebrows, David's straight nose, his red and oh so kissable lips curved in a slight smile, and then his ears! There was something about David's ears that made them look so cute! They were just the right size and perfectly shaped. "Wouldn't they look just awesome with those gold hoops that some of the cool guys were wearing!" Yep, David--his Davey--was the perfect guy for him. He was beautiful, and so sexy with that uncut cock of his, and so much fun to be with. Oh yeah, and smart too!
Wanting to engrave David's angelic face into his memory, Tristan began softly tracing the outlines of David's features with his fingers, at first not touching and then giving into the temptation and lightly brushing David's smooth skin, the peach fuzz of David's incipient beard visible in places.
"Mmmmmph, darn flies!" David brought his hand up to chase away an annoying fly only to find it was Tristan who was tickling his face. "What ya doing dude? You're tickling my face."
"Watching you sleep and drawing your face with my fingers," was Tristan's soft reply. "I didn't want to forget what you looked like sleeping like that next to me. Didn't mean to wake you up. But now that you're awake, how about a kiss, babe?"
"Sure Tris-dude," said David sleepily. "Give me a kiss and then let me sleep just a little more before Grandpa wakes us, ok?"
Tristan got his kiss and the boys snuggled closer together and dozed while waiting for their wake-up call from Grandpa. They were not looking forward to it since they knew it would signal the last day of their unforgettable vacation on the farm.
"WAKE UP BOYS, IT'S 8 O'CLOCK AND TIME TO GET MOVING!" Grandpa's voice boomed up the stairs. David sleepily untangled himself and got out of bed to crack the door open in order to assure Grandpa that they were up. Well, more or less up. Both boys were feeling the effects of their extraordinary night. David's bung hole was sore and he could felt tugs and pulls from that region suggesting the presence of dried residues. "Oh, my ass aches this morning, dude," David commented quietly to Tristan.
Tristan opened his eyes blearily and responded, "You weren't complaining last night, David. You were the one telling me to leave it in there."
David made a wry smile under eyes that shone with love. "Yeah, you were awesome, Tris-dude. It was worth it."
"You were too, babe. You were too. God, I wish we weren't leaving."
"Me too, but you know we gotta go."
"I know. All too well. Guess I better get moving."
Tristan was tired. The sleep he did get was brief and unrefreshing. He crawled out of bed and stumbled over to David for a last hug and kiss in the last private moments they would have at the farm. Tristan was trembling somewhat from the combination of tiredness, emotions, and the cool air of the morning. For once both boys didn't have the problem of a morning hard on, having emptied their stores of libido thoroughly last night. The kiss was depressingly brief as neither was feeling the slightest bit passionate.
The boys dressed to go downstairs and greet Grandma and Grandpa. "Mornin' boys," Grandpa said over the top of the newspaper. "You boys look like you've had a tough night."
"Yeah, Grandpa. It was kinda a short night."
"Too much talking I s'pose and not enough sleeping?"
"Yeah. Gotta hit the bathroom Grandpa. Be back in a bit."
"Ummmm hmmmm. Me too." Tristan mumbled in agreement.
The boys stood at the toilet together in their now customary dual piss, David on the left and Tristan on the right. David's cockhead was totally hooded this morning, one of the few times during their stay on the farm Tristan had seen it that way. Shaking the last few drops out of his meat, Tristan turned to the sink so he could brush his teeth while David began stripping. In seconds he was only wearing the medallion that Tristan had given him. He looked so sexy standing there naked with the medallion dangling there from its golden chain! Not mention the other stuff that was dangling in plain sight too!
"Whatcha doin there Davie," Tristan mumbled around the toothbrush in his mouth.
"Gotta take a quick shower, dude. Jump in after you're done brushing your teeth." Quickly David soaped his bottom and his genitals, cleaning up after their lovemaking. Then Tristan was climbing into the shower with him and holding him around the middle. Tristan's identical medallion swung in synch with Tristan's heavy cock as Tristan climbed in. "Dude, you wanna wash my hair for me?" David asked. "You know how I love it when you do that for me."
"Sure babe. Close your eyes." Tristan was waking up under the spray of the shower and began to enjoy himself. David obviously appreciated it every time Tristan did his hair and massaged his scalp with Tristan's strong, but gentle, fingers.
"There, let's rinse the soap out, babe." Tristan was done with his hair but not with him! Tristan's meat was pushing into the cleft of his ass as they were rinsing David's hair and then as David wiped his eyes he could feel Tristan's hands wandering and caressing him all over.
"Tris-dude, I love doing this but we can't stay in here and fool around."
"Awww, Davey, can't we just a little?" Tristan begged.
"Sorry dude, but Grandma and Grandpa are waiting for us and I think we better quit before your buddy wakes up."
"Too late, he's already up!" snickered Tristan.
David twisted around in Tristan's arms and embraced Tristan in a tight hug. "We'll have to find a way to do something later, dude," he whispered, "ok?"
"OK."
With that being said they ended their shower and lovingly dried each other. Each boy paid a little extra attention to each other's pubic area, it being the source of the wonderful erogenous sensations they had experienced with one another. David quickly brushed his teeth and then they hurried out to breakfast.
"Eat up boys," Grandma urged. "We need to leave in an hour to get you to the bus depot on time and you have to get your things packed yet. Grandpa went out to do chores so he can drive us to town."
"Grandma," Tristan said, "I'm really gonna miss being here with you and your awesome cooking. My dad and I never have food as good as yours."
Grandma came over next to Tristan and gave him a quick little hug. "Thank you, hon. You'll just have to come back next summer so you can have more. You boys are welcome anytime you can come. Grandpa and I enjoy having you youngsters here to liven up the place."
David looked up from his breakfast thoughtfully. "You know Tristan we might could come out here for Christmas if you maybe could get back here from Texas. Grandpa has always talked about how much fun it is to take the horses out sleighing and caroling and we could go skiing and all kinds of stuff!"
"Yeah! It sounds like great fun, but I guess I'll have to see how things go with my dad's move and all." Tristan's enthusiasm for the fun stuff at Christmas time diminished rapidly as he spoke as the reality of his move once again invaded his awareness. Tristan glumly resumed eating his breakfast, his appetite ruined.
After breakfast was the necessity of gathering and packing their possessions. Of course, both boys were still wearing their medallions and the only extra thing they had acquired were their cowboy hats. Tristan scurried upstairs to tuck away the T-shirt they used last night as a towel and then gloomily packed the rest of his clothing.
"Boys, here's the rest of your clothes that I washed up for you yesterday," Grandma said as she appeared in the doorway with a pile of clean and folded clothes in her arms. "Make sure you take everything you brought home with you. How about the bathroom, have you gotten your shampoos and toothbrushes?" she asked.
"Oh. Nope." David answered. "I'll go get them!" David hustled down the stairs, mentally wincing as his movements caused him some pain, reminding him again where his virginity was surrendered. As David reentered the room with the last of their things he heard Grandma saying "....and David are very special boys to us and we hope you can come and see us whenever you can."
"Thanks so much, Grandma," Tristan said. "This was the best two weeks I have ever had in my whole life. I'll be back, one way or another, you can count on that!"
"Okay, here's the last of it." David announced as he came into the room.
At that moment they heard Grandpa's voice again at the bottom of the stairs. "Are you guys ready? It's about time to go!"
They looked around one last time making sure they hadn't forgotten anything and then carried their bags down and out to the pickup, throwing them in the back. Grandma collected one last hug and gave both boys a kiss before the guys climbed into the truck for the ride into town to the bus depot. David sat in the middle of the front seat next to Grandpa and Tristan got the window.
It was mostly a silent ride to town, the boys tired and glum, while Grandpa made comments about this farmer's crop or the size of the farm operated by that farmer. He was doing his best to break the morose silence during the drive but wasn't successful until he asked the boys when they would be coming back to the farm. "Yep boys, sure enjoyed having you here and helping us the way you did," Grandpa remarked. "You can come back to visit and to work whenever you want to. Remember, Tristan, about what we told you about that airplane ticket--we'll buy it both ways if you want to come here next summer to stay and to help."
Tristan turned to look at Grandpa with a tired smile, "Grandpa, I can't tell you how much I'm counting on that! Being on the farm is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I wish it would never end!" Tristan gave David a nudge with his left hand where Grandpa wouldn't see anything as he said that.
"I've lived my whole life on a farm and can't imagine living anyplace else," Grandpa replied. "Farming has its ups and downs, mostly in tune with the prices for crops, but you can't beat the inner satisfaction that comes from being your own boss and being close to nature."
David spoke up. "Then why did my dad not stay?"
"Oh, I can't say for sure. But I've known about lots of youngsters who have left the farm because of the promise of big paychecks and steady earnings. The tradeoff for that is having to work for someone else and living in town with neighbors right next to you and not being able to work outdoors and enjoy the beauty of the world God made." Grandpa paused there to catch a breath and to think about what he was going to say next. "People sometimes think things are always going to be better somewhere else. Have you ever heard the expression 'the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence'? Well, that's the way it is with a lot of people. They can't see the good things they have and can only see what they think they are missing out on."
Then suddenly, they were in town and pulling up to the combination cafe, motel, and bus stop. The boy's found their bus tickets for their return home and made sure they were still good with the bus agent inside while Grandpa looked on. The bus was due in 15 minutes so Grandpa sat down with the boys in the cafe and they ordered drinks... Grandpa had coffee of course, and the boys naturally had sodas. Good natured comments and conversation drifted back and forth in the cafe to which Grandpa participated since these were people he had known his entire life, a few comments being made about the two fine boys that were with him.
All too soon the bus arrived. The boys rushed out to get their bags while Grandpa paid for the drinks. He met them outside the bus while their luggage was being stowed in the bins underneath. "Well boys, this is it. Have a good trip home and be good," Grandpa told them, giving each of them a quick sideways hug.
"Thanks, Grandpa, for everything! Hope we can be back to see you at Christmas!" David said before getting on the bus.
"Yeah, thanks a lot!" Tristan chimed in.
"You boys are more than welcome. Come whenever you can," Grandpa answered. He watched them get on the bus and then left without looking back.
David and Tristan each had a jacket and a small bag they carried on. After the driver took their tickets they headed straight for the back of the bus as boys that age will naturally do. There weren't many other passengers riding that day, just older folks in the front of the bus who only glanced at the boys as they moved towards the back.
So they found the very back row of seats open and they settled in together for the ride home to the big city. The seats were those high-backed reclining coach seats and it only took seconds for the boys to adjust theirs all the way back. They effectively disappeared from view into their own private space especially since the restroom wall was off to their right.
"This is way cool," Tristan murmured. "We still can be together some before we get home."
"Yeah, but we'll need to be a little careful," David cautioned.
"Course. Aren't these seats comfy? Ooops, we're moving." Tristan's eyes turned bleak and began to tear up. "This is it, Davey. This vacation with you has been paradise and when we get off of this bus it will be over. Then I have to face my dad and this god awful transfer of his."
David reached over and covered Tristan's hand with his and squeezed it. "Hey Tris-dude, don't get all upset now. We're still together here and we'll just take things as they come. Let's make the most of what we have with what time we've got left, ok?"
Tristan sniffed back his tears and whispered, "I'll try, babe. I can't help it sometimes cuz I love you so much."
David went to pull his hand away but Tristan quickly caught it. "Dude, people will see us!"
"No they won't, not if you lay your jacket between us and our hands just happen to be underneath," Tristan said with a crooked smile.
"K, dude."
As the bus droned down the highway, the boys held hands and David ended up tracing the outline of Tristan's fingers over and over. Tristan began to relax and soon the stress and lack of sleep caught up to him. He fell into the sleep that had eluded him their last night on the farm. While Tristan slept David alternated between dozing and watching his boyfriend sleep.
"Boyfriend." David considered that word. It was a word that he never, ever thought would apply to someone he loved. The feelings evoked by that word were complex. On one hand there was the delight of sharing a heartfelt love, the excitement of passionate sex they shared, and the security of their promises and commitment to each other. On the other hand, it was a love that many others could not accept. That nonacceptance of them as boyfriends would force their love to be hidden from all but a very trusted few.
Next David studied the masculine beauty of the young man he loved. Tristan was unmistakably masculine with the angular jaw line and strong chin. His nose was perfect and pointed the way to his full red lips that were so kissable! And there was something about Tristan's curly, dark hair which hid his ears. David watched Tristan's chest rise and fall with the deep breaths of sound slumber before dropping down to gaze at Tristan's crotch. David knew exactly what that mound of manflesh hidden in Tristan's pants looked like in all its moods. It was easy to discern the curve of Tristan's meaty cock as it laid along Tristan's leg.
Just thinking about what was hidden in Tristan's pants made David's cock began to tingle and grow in his own. David shifted around in an effort to ease the restriction in his jeans and succeeded only in spiking out the front of his pants. David sat there quite a while waiting for his hardon to subside but the motion of the bus providing a constant stimulation. "Damn, that road is rough," David thought as the uneven road caused him to move up and down involuntarily. David just had to rub himself some as the ache in his cock was insistent. Ooohhh, that did help a little anyways!
Looking over and down at Tristan's package David thought he could tell the motion of the bus was having the same effect on Tristan. He thought he could see a fat bulge running down the inside of Tristan's left leg. First looking up to make sure no one was coming to the back of the bus or looking backwards, David took his right hand away from Tristan's and slid it down the inside of Tristan's leg. Bullseye! "Maybe that should be bull's cock," David giggled to himself. "What a whopper Tristan has," David thought for the hundredth time as he traced the hot outline of Tristan's erection through his pants.
Tristan stirred in his seat as David rubbed Tristan through his pants. With a tired smile Tristan peered through sleepy eyes and murmured, "Back for more so soon?"
"I guess you could call it that," David grinned back, "But you won't be able to put your Oscar Meyer between my buns for a while."
"My Oscar Meyer?" Tristan couldn't help it. He had to laugh. "Oh man, you're so funny. Why not?"
"Cuz I'm like sore down there."
"Oh. Sorry 'bout that, but it was awesome, wasn't it?"
"No doubt about it, dude."
"How much longer till we're home, babe?" Tristan wondered.
"Oh, an hour or so," David guessed.
"So like are you so horny you can't wait till we get someplace more private, like at home tonight?"
"Nah. It's just this bumpy ride that's got me going a little."
"K babe, I'm gonna snooze a little more if you're OK."
"Sure dude, I'll try to doze some too."
"Good." Tristan turned on his side so he was facing David. "There, now I feel like we're together at the farm. Where's your hand, Davey?"
"Here." David turned to face Tristan and found Tristan's hand while draping the coat between them to disguise their togetherness. Tristan fell back to sleep almost immediately, this time with a slight smile on his face. David dozed while the bus engine's muted roar lulled him as he replayed the previous week's events in his head. They had so much fun and learned just how capable their teenage bodies were of awesome sex and loving feelings.
The narrow two lane blacktop highway suddenly merged into the gathering streams of vehicles heading into the city. The streams of vehicles became rivers of people hurrying to their destinations in an impersonal and frenzied rush, much different from the friendliness and civility of the small town they had left that morning.
"Wake up, Tris-dude, we are just about there," David prompted while gently shaking Tristan's arm.
"Already?" Tristan moaned. "I don't want to get off the bus, Davey.....it means our vacation is over and I have to go home with my dad." Tristan's dark brown eyes began to tear up as he looked helplessly over at David.
David did the only thing he could do, taking hold of Tristan's hand and held it in between both of his. "Think positive, dude, think positive," David whispered.
The bus changed directions many, many times as it wound its way into the terminal, pulling up to the terminal entrance with a howl and a swoosh of air brakes. They were home. Their parents could be seen waiting for them, David's mom and dad and standing with them was Tristan's dad.
Ducking down behind the high seats while everyone else was moving off of the bus the boys had time for a last gesture of love before the end of their summer adventure. Tristan pulled David into a tight embrace and their lips met in a quick goodbye kiss.
"You'll call me later?" Tristan whispered huskily.
"Yeah, dude, I'll call ya. Soon as I get unpacked and my parents leave me alone, ok?"
"Yeah, ok. By then I should know more about this idiotic move to Texas my dad thinks we should do."
The boys grabbed their backpacks and made their way off the bus, David grinning self consciously up the aisle since Tristan kept a hand on his ass all the way.
"David! Over here!" his mother shrieked excitedly (like mother's do) as the boys stepped off of the bus. David went over to his mother for the obligatory hug from his mom, not entirely comfortable with this display of maternal affection in public. David's dad got into the act too, patting David on the shoulder while welcoming him home.
Tristan's body language was far different. With an unhappy frown on his brow Tristan confronted his father on the spot. "Dad, what's this crap about moving to Texas?" Totally taken aback, Tristan's dad could only stare at Tristan for the space of few seconds before.....
Well everyone, sorry to leave you with this cliffhanger but I wanted to get this much posted so I could work out the next part of the story. I guess I should tell you that these pieces will be more spaced out over time than the earlier ones due to other demands on my time, but I hope they are worth the wait! Thanks once more to all of you who sent me their suggestions and comments! You convinced me that it would be wrong for me to end the saga of Tristan and David after their adventures on the farm. After one or two more segments to wrap up this story I will be writing about David and Tristan in a new series call Boys in School.