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 you are underage, or 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 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 Four
When David woke up he was laying on his side, back to back with Tristan. He moved to lay on his back and stretched, feeling refreshed and ready for another day of adventure on the farm. Tristan was sleeping soundly, snuggled in beneath the warm blankets and quilt. David felt better about himself than he had for a long time. His conversation with Tristan before they fell asleep lifted a big load of confusion from his mind. He hadn't known how to deal with his mixed emotions stemming from his childhood encounter with his uncle and his sexual urges that Tristan had witnessed. He knew now that he could trust his best buddy, Tristan, with his feelings and sexuality, whatever that was. He still was learning about himself as a male with sexual urges and responses.
"Tristan, wake up! Its seven o'clock and we're going to town this morning-lets get going!" David said as he reached over and shook Tristan. Tristan was still tired-he had trouble falling asleep and wasn't ready to be done sleeping.
"I'm tired-let me sleep a little more," mumbled Tristan as he rolled over on his back. His dreams had been contributing to the pleasant feelings produced by his morning hardon and he wanted to prolong them.
"Come on, get up", insisted David, as he threw the bed covers back from both of them and sat up in bed as he looked over at Tristan. Tristan's 7-inch hardon was creating an obvious tent in his boxer shorts and Tristan made a futile grab at the covers to pull them back. David intercepted him and they began to wrestle for control of the bed covers. In his efforts to control Tristan, David laid across Tristan to keep him pinned down. Tristan's boner pressed against his belly and David's semi-hard cock responded quickly by becoming fully hard. Their wrestling motions slowly died away as they realized what effect it was having as it was causing a mutual grinding of their horny cocks into each other.
Suddenly David moved away and stripped off his boxers, revealing his 5-inch hard cock with its uncut cockhead fully exposed. "You wanted your chance to handle my equipment, here it is," he announced as he pulled some blankets over them. Take your bottoms off too, dude. If you touch me, I touch you."
Slightly shocked by this change in David, Tristan was fully awake now and very willing to comply. He shucked off his boxers and slid down a ways on the bed so he could get a good grip on David's cock. As he grasped David's cock, immensely excited that he was holding that warm, hard rod of David's that he waited so long to touch. He explored it, peeking under the covers to watch David's loose skin move back and forth over his cock helmet. It was still very new and erotic for him to watch the foreskin slide up and cover the head, leaving just the tip with its slit showing and then slide back to fully expose his glans with its flared ridge. Then he played with David's ballsack and balls, marveling at the feel of the loose sack and balls inside like marbles.
The feelings produced by someone else stroking him were even better than doing yourself, noted David. It allowed him to concentrate fully on how good his cock and ballsack felt as Tristan was playing with them. David began to thrust slightly with his hips, wanting to hasten that explosion of cum that was aching to be released. He reached over and fondled Tristan's longer, cut cock almost without being aware of what he was doing. This was all it took for Tristan to get serious about stroking David to his completion. David's cum came fast and hard, shooting out of his cock as if it were a rifle. David thought his cock would explode with the jolts of intense pleasure. Two of his cum shots hit Tristan in the face as it was in the line of fire.
Tristan wiped off David's cum from his face and rubbed it into his own throbbing dick. "David, go for it! I need to cum so bad," he groaned. David did as he was asked, stroking Tristan's larger cock somewhat tentatively at first and then going at it as he caught on to a rapid rhythm. Soon Tristan's balls drew up tight against his dick. Moments later Tristan's cum was shooting up unto his chest as he squirted 4 loads of cum before dribbling 2 others over David's hand.
David could feel Tristan's cock relax under his hand-it was amazing how Tristan's cock could transform from rock-hard to soft and pliable that quickly as he held it. He could also feel the remnants of his load dripping from his cock slit and leaving small trails of cum which ran down his hip. He could see that Tristan's cum looked the same as his-but how did it smell? Raising the hand which Tristan's cum had dribbled on to his nose, David inhaled the odor of another male's essence. It smelled much like his own cum, a tangy odor that was like no other.
"David, that was the greatest ever! And the way your cum shot out-I can't freaking believe how it flew!" whispered Tristan with enthusiasm. "I'm really glad you decided that it wasn't so bad to touch another guy's cock. I had to cum so bad-I just about came when I was stroking yours without even touching mine."
"You did?"
"Yeah, it was so cool to stroke your dick and watch you shoot like that...so how does my cum smell?"
"Pretty much like mine, I guess. We better wipe all this off and get dressed so we can go to town this morning, remember?"
"Course."
The boys got out of bed and tidied up the bed still naked, their cocks dangling proudly at half-mast with the afterglow and the need to piss. They dressed then and went downstairs for breakfast.
Mornings on the farm were refreshing-the cool country air smelled so fresh and the unobstructed view of the rising sun was glorious! The boys watched Grandpa Brandt do his morning chores while hanging around the barn to see if they could watch Ace in action. Ace and the mare were still penned together but it didn't seem like she was in season any longer as they just stood together swishing their tails at flies.
The trip into town went quickly. Once there they made several stops-the bank, the Dept. of Agriculture office, and then the Farmers Supply Cooperative. It had everything a farmer needed: hardware, tools, clothes, kitchen equipment, animal feed, toys, rifles and ammunition, and on went the list. The boys looked at everything but what caught their interest the most were the cowboy hats! Tristan found a black one that he thought was cool while David couldn't decide between brown or gray. Grandpa found them with the hats and told them to bring the one they wanted up to the register. "You earned a little reward yesterday and those hats will come in handy on Saturday when we take the horses and the stage to the County Fair parade on Saturday," remarked Grandpa. "David, if you want my opinion, you look best in the brown hat. Now let's go over to the gun section and get you some more .22 shells."
While they were there, the boys saw some BB guns. They knew they couldn't have real rifles to use without adult supervision, but they badly wanted to be able to do "target practice" on their own. Grandpa couldn't say no and bought each boy a Super Pump Action bb gun and a healthy supply of bb's.
The boys were so proud of their new hats and excited from getting the bb guns and about the plans for riding the stage in the parade! They could wear their hats and hold the guns as they rode the stage-they could hardly wait!
After helping load the various purchases, everyone was hungry so they ate lunch at the local caf. They had to wait for it to be served, there was no McDonald's with ready-to-eat food in this town! But the hamburgers and milkshakes were so tasty, they were worth the wait! Afterwards they waited for Grandma to buy groceries before heading back to the farm.
It was early afternoon by the time they got back to the farm. They unloaded their various purchases, which included several boxes of .22 shells. Grandpa hooked up the tractor to the cultivator, saying the corn needed cultivating bad, especially after the rain! "You boys can find something to do with the rest of your day, I hope?" said Grandpa with a wink as he fueled the tractor.
"No problem!" said David and was echoed by Tristan.
"Good, I'll be back for supper. Be careful what you aim at with those bb guns. You can shoot all of the sparrows and gophers you can find. But, I don't need any windows shot out and I surely don't want you to be shooting at the livestock. And don't get carried away with what you're doing-we don't want you boys to get hurt."
"We won't", they promised.
After watching Grandpa drive away with the tractor, the boys discussed what to do. Should they nail up some practice targets first or just start out by looking for sparrows and gophers? It only took a few seconds for the sparrows and gophers to be the selected targets. The boys spent a couple of hours attempting to rid the farmyard of the pesky critters.
After a break for a late afternoon lunch, the boys decided to go down to the river pasture and look for targets there. Gophers and birds were not as plentiful without a readily available source of food like there was in the barnyard and soon the boys were anxious to find something to shoot at.
"Let's play army," suggested David.
"How?"
"Easy. We'll spit up and then try to find each other.
When we do, you shoot the other guy in a safe place--not the face. You can't cross the river or go further than these two bends of the river."
"OK, I'll go this way and you go the other way. If we go about a hundred yards in each direction, we should be able to turn around and start without knowing where the other guy is."
"Yeah."
The war was on. The boys ran through the trees the rest of the afternoon, taking shots at one another as they had the opportunity. The few BBs which hit them on the legs and back would sting fiercely but didn't bruise or break the skin. That is, until the last one that Tristan shot at David. Tristan was shooting low into a clump of bushes not too far away that David was hiding behind. David's return shots were missing him.
He had pumped two shots in David's direction and heard a muffled "ow" and immediately sent a third one at exactly the same place.
"AHHHH" screamed David. "OW, OW, ow, ow", Tristan heard David's voice lose volume as he ran up to where David was hiding. Tristan was really scared. What if he had shot David through an eye? His heart was pounding as he found David rolling on the ground with his hands cupping his crotch. "You son...of a bitch!" David gasped out, barely able to talk. "You shot me...in the nuts!"
"God, I'm sorry, David. I didn't mean to shoot there--I was aiming low."
"I was kneeling...on one knee and...the first one...hit me on the thigh...but that last one...hit me square...in the crotch."
"What should I do?"
"Help me...pull my pants...down, I gotta check...it still... hurts bad," David went on in an uneven voice, tears brimming in his eyes.
Tristan unbuttoned, then unzipped David's jeans awkwardly since David still had both hands between his legs. Tristan carefully pulled down David's pants and underwear, letting David shift his hands as he went.
David's left testicle was the one that got hit. On that side his ballsack was red and there was a BB-sized mark showing. It looked like it was beginning to swell. Tristan only caught a brief look at it before David was cupping it again with his hand, trying to relieve the pain.
"Didn't look like it broke the skin", observed Tristan quietly.
"How would you like to be shot in the balls and see how good it feels?" retorted David. After that remark, both of them were silent as David waited for the pain to subside. He laid there on the ground for a good ten minutes before brushing his ass off and pulling up his pants. "Let's go back. I don't think I feel like doing too much for a while except lay around," David said as he slowly got up.
"Yeah, I suppose you wouldn't," agreed Tristan. "I'm really sorry you know."
"I know, we shouldn't have been shooting at each other."
It was a slow walk back to the farmyard as David's steps with his left leg caused a matching spasm of pain in his left nut. David limped back with Tristan anxiously helping David whenever he could. They arrived at the barn just as Grandma was coming out to ring the supper bell. She rang it once and waved at them to come in. "We're coming in a just a minute, Grandma," David yelled back to her. "Now what do we do? I can't walk decent and they'll ask what happened," he worried aloud.
"Tell them you slipped on a rock and sprained your groin muscle. It's close enough to the truth and they won't ask to see it that way," suggested Tristan.
"Good idea. But let me tell them, OK?"
"Yeah."
Naturally David's grandparents did notice and that was the story they were told. The rest of the evening the boys stayed in the house and learned how to play a card game called cribbage with Grandpa.
At bedtime David slowly went up the stairs, feeling a dull ache every time he lifted his left leg. Tristan followed feeling terrible that he had hurt his friend.
"Will you close the door, Tristan?" David asked as he stripped off his shirt.
"Sure, what's happening?"
"I need to check my balls, the one you shot still hurts," David replied as he dropped his pants and sat down on the bed naked. Spreading his legs wide, David bent over to look at his balls. The left side was an angry red color and swollen. The spot where the BB struck was puffy and turning dark. He carefully pulled on the left side and quickly stopped as it sent a spasm of pain shooting up into his stomach. He sucked in a gasp of air and said, "Man, it doesn't like to be touched or moved--I think my left nut is bruised inside too." He looked up to see Tristan standing in front of him looking down at the floor. "Tristan, it was just as much my fault as it was yours. We shouldn't have been shooting at each other and it was my idea in the first place." At these words Tristan looked up and David saw trails of tears running down from Tristan's eyes.
David continued, "Don't feel so bad, man. This will get better--hey, its not like you made me into a woman with a BB gun! Come here and sit down," and he patted the bed beside him.
Tristan sunk down on the bed with tears still streaming down his face. "I can't help it--I hurt inside every time it I can tell that you're hurting," he said in a shaky voice.
David put his arm around Tristan's shoulders and gave him a squeeze as he said reassuringly, "Don't worry about it--it will be OK."
Tristan leaned over against David, wrapping his left arm around David's lower back. They sat there like that for a few minutes until Tristan had his emotions back under control. Wiping his eyes, Tristan looked over at David and said, "You are the best friend there ever could be, man."
"Same here," replied David. "Get ready for bed...I'm going to sleep like this...it won't hurt as much with nothing pulling on my nuts."
Tristan stripped off his clothes and turned off the light. He slipped into the bed and laid there, not moving.
"Tristan, is something still wrong?"
"Kinda."
"Well, spill it. I told you last night about my personal stuff so now it's your turn."
"It's nothing."
"Yes it is. Spill it."
"You won't like it."
"Let me be the judge of that--we'll talk it out if there's a problem."
"I kinda wanted to hold each other again but I didn't think you would like it," Tristan said very quietly.
David was silent for a moment. He did think it was something that was "gay" but he also realized Tristan was hurting emotionally as much as he hurt physically.
"Well OK, but let's not make it a habit," he replied.
"You have to come over to me since it hurts to move."
Tristan moved over in the bed, lying front-side down against David's side with his head on David's shoulder while placing an arm over his stomach. David rested an arm over Tristan's shoulders. Tristan could hear the quiet beat of David's heart and was blissfully experiencing feelings of being accepted and secure in their friendship. Warmth was radiating into him, resulting from his naked body stretched along David's nakedness.
David brushed Tristan's curly hair away from his nose, noticing its springy texture and Tristan's smell. He could feel Tristan's soft cock pressing against his thigh and was somewhat surprised how good it felt to be lying in bed with Tristan against him. But after all, they were best friends so it couldn't be gay to do it this once, could it? That was how they fell asleep-loosely holding each other and providing comfort and reassurance through their physical contact.