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 the days go by and their relationship deepens. If man to man sex or normal reproductive acts of farm animals offend you then you should move on to something else. I would appreciate any comments emailed to me at ndman72@yahoo.com. BOYS ON THE FARM-Day Three is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the events do not represent any person or situation. Copyright (c)1999, all rights reserved. Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or publication.
BOYS ON THE FARM.
Day Three.
The thunderstorm had been triggered by the leading edge of a cold front. Because the window was wide open throughout the night the temperature of their bedroom gradually went from 90 degrees to 62 degrees. David and Tristan went to sleep naked and were only covered with a sheet-- the rest of the bed covers were laying in a heap on the floor. As their room cooled the boys didn't consciously notice but instead gravitated towards the warmth of each other's body. Morning found them sleeping soundly and laying closely together to keep warm-Tristan's front pressed against David's back.
It was inevitable considering the sexual tension built up from the day before and their unrelieved urges. Tristan's cock was hard and nestled perfectly between David's ass checks. Subconsciously, Tristan was aware that his cock felt really good and needed relief which his dreams provided. In his dream his subconscious mind was playing out his desire that he and David were having an enjoyable sexual encounter. Still asleep, his hand reached over David and found David's uncut cock and balls and began playing with them.
David was sleeping totally relaxed and sleeping deeply. Slowly he began to be aware that his cock and balls were sending erotic signals to his brain. There was a hand playing with his cock and balls from behind him. Shifting, he moved his ass back and felt something press against his sensitive crack and asshole. The feelings that evoked were just as strong as the ones he had experienced last night when Tristan massaged his ass!
As their sexual urges built, both boys began to wake up and realize just what was happening. All motion suddenly ceased--Tristan with his hand on David's cock. Tristan opened his hand slowly, releasing David and leaving an aching longing behind in David's throbbing cock. As Tristan started to guiltily pull back away from David, David reached behind, pulled Tristan back against his ass and murmured, "Don't."
Unsure of what not to do Tristan whispered, "Don't what?"
"Don't stop-I'm so close and I've just got to cum," David whispered back. "It felt so good with your hand on my dick. Keep going."
Hardly believing his ears, Tristan resumed his motions. His hips moved in time with his hand on David's stiff cock and soon David was bucking his hips as well.
"Here... it... comes," gasped David as he squirted bursts of cum that flew out all over in front of David from Tristan's efforts on his cock.
By this time Tristan was frantic to reach orgasm as he rolled away from David and onto his back. He began rapidly stroking his 7 inch hardon. Within a very short time jets of Tristan's cum were erupting from his cock and splashing over his smooth belly and chest. As his wads of cum started rolling off his torso towards the bed, Tristan tried stopping it with his hands. "David, get my boxers for me to wipe this up with," he asked.
David got out of bed and grabbed the first pair of boxers he saw and wiped the drops of cum from himself before moving towards Tristan. He intended to hand them to Tristan but instead Tristan had a different idea.
"When I move my hands away one at a time, wipe it up before it gets all over the bed," Tristan urged.
David did as he was asked but was frowning as he did so. Then he turned and began dabbing at the cum that he shot on the bed. "What's your problem?" he asked. "I made a mess all over my side of the bed and you're worried that a little of your cum will get on the bed?"
"Sorry, I just didn't want to make it worse," replied Tristan. Then he grinned and said, "Wasn't that radical? It was so cool to do it someone else. Would you do it to me next time?"
David hesitated. "Tristan, I don't know. This was pretty gay and I'm not sure I want to be that way. Lately with you around I just haven't been able to control myself."
"Getting your rocks off is gay? I don't think so and so what if I gave you a little help. You said yourself that it felt really good when I was touching your dick!" Tristan responded indignantly. "I thought we were buddies who could help each other out."
"Oh yeah, well what about the way you had your dick stuck between my ass cheeks?"
"I didn't do it on purpose to start with and you wanted it right back when I was going to move away! Your ass was squirming just as much as mine!"
David shut up and started dressing in the chilly bedroom. He didn't know what else to say and he was confused about how he should feel. His brain told him that this was not right but his body was shouting it was great and that he wanted more. What was worse is that he and Tristan had never argued before.
Turning his back to David, Tristan got dressed too. The joy he had been feeling drained away. He didn't expect to have this argument now when what he really wanted was to climb back into bed and warm up again next to David. He had been so content when he had been nestled up to David and felt so close to him only moments before.
"BOYS-RISE AND SHINE!" yelled Grandpa Brandt up the stairs. "I CAN REALLY USE YOUR HELP TODAY SO GET DRESSED AND HAVE BREAKFAST!"
With a look between them, the boys finished straightening up the room and Tristan hid his boxers that they used to wipe up their cum in his suitcase. Within two minutes they were downstairs and went directly outside to look at the tree that had been struck by lightening that night before.
"Awesome". "Cool". Were the comments made by the boys as they inspected the tree. It had split completely down the middle and the two halves had fallen in opposite directions.
"BOYS, COME IN AND EAT YOUR BREAKFAST", called Grandma.
"Well, boys we have our work for the day right in the front yard. That tree is will have to cleared out of there. I was hoping you would help me and the team of horses today."
"Sure" the boys answered simultaneously. They ate their breakfast rather quietly due to the after effects of their little argument. Grandma and grandpa noticed their quietness and traded looks with each other.
"Let's go boys. You can help me with the chores in the barn and then we'll hitch up the mares up to the wagon so they can help us haul the tree branches away as we cut them." They went out the barn and made sure the horses had plenty of hay in the mangers. Then Grandpa Brandt got a pail of oats from the grain box inside a closet in the barn. He made the boys promise to never leave that door open because a horse that eats too much grain could founder-which meant that the grain would make it so sick that it would be crippled if it didn't die. They solemnly promised Grandpa but were excited about catching the mares.
First, Grandpa went up to Nellie and snapped a lead rope to her halter. He then lead her out of the barn and released her in the stud coral. "We'll leave Nellie in here today so Ace can breed her. The other three mares can pull the tree limbs away," he explained as he walked.
Then he caught each of the other mares and tied them to the supports lining the center alley of the barn. He went into a room that he called "the harness room" which was full of leather straps and horse collars. Grandpa carefully harnessed the mares, making sure the leather straps weren't twisted and that they were all connected properly. He then asked Tristan to open the barn door and gathered the reins from each of the horses in his hands. "David, come here and stand in front of me and put your hands right in front of mine on the reins. I'm going to teach you a little about driving a team of horses." Then he clucked his tongue a few times, shook the reins a little, and told the mares to "giddup". Immediately they started walking out of the barn with the colts trailing their mothers. When they were outside, Grandpa pulled back on the reins and firmly said, "Whoa". It worked-the horses stopped.
"Now Tristan, close this door and open the one on the other end of the barn that goes into the stud coral. Then, open the gate to Ace's pen and let him out-be sure to stand behind the gate and not in Ace's way-he'll be in a hurry to get out to that mare and he might run over you if you don't."
Tristan was feeling a little left out up to this point but was thrilled that he was the one who was letting Ace out to breed the mare. He did exactly as he was told and watched in fascination as Ace quickly moved outside and over to Nellie. Ace didn't waste a moment before he was sniffing by her tail and she seemed glad to let him. Just like the other day, Ace's cock slid out of its sheath and curved towards the ground. In seconds it was jutting straight out at an angle from his pelvis and it was the most magnificent cock that Tristan would ever see. Tristan moved towards the open barn door to see better and wasn't very far away when Ace mounted that mare, stuffing his gigantic horse cock into the mare. He fucked her hard and fast and was done in just a couple of minutes.
'It was a good thing I had just cum this morning,' Tristan thought as he rubbed his cock through his jeans watching Ace breed Nellie. He realized suddenly that David and Grandpa would be wondering what he was doing so he hurriedly rearranged himself and left to catch up with David and Grandpa.
While Tristan was watching Ace, Grandpa and David were driving the horses over to the shop to hitch up the wagon. "David, you and Tristan were pretty quiet this morning. Is anything wrong?" asked Grandpa.
"No, not really. It'll be OK," answered David, hoping Grandpa didn't really know why he and David were so quiet at breakfast.
They spent that morning cutting off the main branches of the huge old tree and hauling them out in a summer fallow field next to the farmstead. The boys took turns helping Grandpa drive the team and the dogs followed them everywhere. It was so much fun to be working with the horses. The morning air stayed cool with a breeze coming from the north. At lunch time, the horses were put in the barn so they could eat and rest and so the colts could nurse without interruption.
After lunch Grandpa was feeling pretty tired and he took a nap in his favorite chair. That left the boys with some free time and in a flash they over to the barn to see what Ace and Nellie doing. To their disappointment, Ace was just standing there next to Nellie with his cock dangling out about half ways. As the boys stood by the barn hoping for some action, Tristan told David what he'd seen that morning down to the last detail.
David decided not to mention that Grandpa had asked about them this morning. He still didn't know what to think about their sexual adventure this morning but he wanted to know what Tristan was thinking after their little argument. Without looking at Tristan he asked, "Uh, Tristan, about this morning. Are you mad at me?"
Tristan moved so he could look at David sideways. "David, we're buddies. I wasn't really mad this morning and I'm not mad at you now. It just didn't seem to me that what we were doing was so wrong. I just thought you might like to do me sometime like I did you, OK?"
Glancing upward, David replied, "I don't know what to think, Tristan-I feel so mixed up about it."
"We better talk about it later-here comes your Grandpa."
They worked hard that afternoon, cutting the split tree trunk into smaller sections that the horses could drag. Still they were heavy and the horses and men had to work to get the job done. By late afternoon the fallen tree had been removed from the yard. After they helped Grandpa unharness the horses and get it put away, he thanked the boys and told them that they were good workers. "You boys did a big job today and were good help. I think we'll go into town tomorrow to do a little shopping. I'll go and tell Grandma to get supper started so we'll be eating in an hour or so."
"Let's go down by the river", suggested Tristan. (He was hoping for more skinnydipping.)
"Na, it's too cold. Let's go build a fort with those branches we cut today. I'll get a saw and some twine and we'll build one around that big tree limb branch that's held up from the ground by the branches."
"Cool, let's go!"
That activity kept the boys busy the rest of that day, with a short break to eat their evening supper. They worked industriously, adding small branches to a crude framework in order to complete their fort.
Tired and dirty, they came inside at sunset to shower and eat a bed-time snack. Grandpa could be heard snoring in the front room the whole time. "You boys outworked Grandpa today. He sat in that chair after supper, read his paper and has been snoring ever since! He'll use any excuse he can to play with his horses. I'm so glad you were here to help,", Grandma said. Their faces beaming, they loved being there eating her snacks and receiving her attention and praise.
It was chilly in their room as they went to bed that night. The boys changed clothes and put a quilt over the bed before crawling under the comforting weight of the blankets. They laid awake in the darkness, each thinking about that same morning and not knowing what to say after their little argument.
David decided to take the plunge and say something. He was nervous and his heart was pounding but he had to sort out the confusion inside him. "Tristan, I want to tell you something. But you have to promise that you won't tell anyone else ever, OK?"
"OK".
"I mean really promise."
"David, I really promise."
David started whispering. "I have an uncle named Robert who is gay. When I was about 5 years old, my parents left me with him so they could go out one night. He was 18 and I thought he was really nice because he was so much fun. We played that whole night and then he had me take a bath and he helped."
"What did he do?" Tristan whispered back. "Well, he was washing me and he really washed my cock a lot and made it get hard. He said my hard little cock was neat and that he didn't have a foreskin like mine. This was all new to me so I asked him if I could see his since we were different."
"What happened then?"
"He was kneeling by the tub and he unzipped his pants and showed me his cock. It looked so big and he didn't have a foreskin to cover the end. There was a little hair that stuck out around it and I asked him if I would get big like him and have hair. He said that I would and asked me if I wanted to touch it."
"Oh wow, so did you?"
"Yeah. I didn't think anything would be wrong about it since he was my uncle. At first I touched it with the end of my finger and made it move a little. He said to go ahead and take hold of it to see how heavy it was. So I did and pretty soon it started getting hard and sticking out more. I was amazed by this and my cock was feeling all tingly."
"Then what?"
"He put it back in his pants-he had trouble doing it and told me we had better quit messing around."
"So nothing was wrong?"
"Not then, but the next day my mom asked me what we did that evening and like a little kid I told her everything. She got upset and told me that what he did was WRONG and that I should NEVER let another guy touch me there unless he was a doctor and I was in his office. So you see, that's why I get so mixed up."
"Oh man, David, no wonder. Have you seen your Uncle Robert since then?"
"He went out to California. I've only seen him once and that was at a funeral. Hardly anyone in the family would talk to him and they talked about how he was gay and how bad it was. I wanted to say hi to him but I didn't dare. He looked so sad. I don't want to be gay and have my family treat me like he was treated."
"Yeah, it would be horrible to have your family come down on you like that. But what if a gay person just can't help being the way they are? Do you feel bad that he touched you when you were little?"
"No, I guess not because of that-I think I feel worst because my family practically disowned him because of it".
Tristan reached over and laid his hand on David and told him, "David, I understand and I will never say anything that would make that happen to you. I trust you and hope that you will trust me. Because we're buddies I wasn't ashamed to touch your cock and you don't need to be ashamed if you touch mine because it's ok with me."
"Tristan, won't that make me gay?"
"I don't think touching any guy's equipment automatically makes you gay. Is that what you're worried about?"
"I think so."
"You are my best friend so I can say this-when a person gets so horny like we do what's so wrong about getting your rocks off with a friend? I think you're gay only when you have no interest in girls at all. Is that the way it is for you?"
"NO!"
('Darnit,' Tristan thought. 'That's the way it seems to be for me. I wish I could be sure'.) "Well, why are you so worried then? Just relax a little and accept whatever happens that is right for you," Tristan wisely advised.
"OK. Thanks, I'm going to sleep on what you said. I knew I could trust you. Good night," David finally whispered as he turned over to go to sleep.
"Good night," replied Tristan as he too rolled over, not to sleep but to wonder how he would ever be able to tell David just how he was attracted to him.