"Farm Boy and the Church Boy, Part One" By Jay Roberts Gay Encounters
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+++This story below is meant for boys and girls who have passed their eighteenth birthday. If you are younger, please depart quietly and do not slam the door on your way out. Thanks.
Nineteen year old Noah was lazing around, in the farm house, on this Saturday, still only in his white undershorts. Brother Joseph was in town probably Tom catting around. The corn had been picked and it was too soon and too hot to plow.
The farm boi felt his eyes closing now after his lunch when he sat up hearing a knock at the door. He wondered who could be way out here in Iowa farm country this warm day.
He padded to the door on his big well shaped bare feet and swung the door open. On the top step stood a lad about his age holding a black book. Noah looked him up and down. He was six feel tall, very slim, with curly black hair and a long slim nose accentuating soft brown eyes. He was dressed in a white shirt and tie with black dress pants.
He wore a broad salesman-type smile and held out his hand to the handsome boy in front of him. He had already warmed up to the stocky lad with his dark blond bags and intense blue eyes. His cute snub nose went perfectly with his full pink lips.
"May I acquaint you with our little church?"
"Why sure, come in." said Noah, glad to have company, especially this real nice fella.
As he entered he held out slim hand and announced, "Name is Riley North."
Noah motioned toward the easy chair. "This is the best chair. The others are a little ripped."
As the young man sat down with a heavy sign, Noah noticed his white shirt was soaking wet with sweat.
"It feels good to sit down and your house is much cooler than outside."
"Yessiree Gramps built it with cement block." Then glancing down at the boy's hairy shin, now exposed and seeing them wet with sweat, he said, "You oughta take off your shoes and sox and let me bring a pail to cool your feet. I allus duz that for my brother Joseph. He said it feels mighty good."
Riley ordinarily would find this offer to be strange but this boy was so innocent and the prospect of cooling off was so inviting he agreed.
Noah went out of the room and filled a pail with water and returned and placed it at the dark haired boy's feet. Noah sat on the floor at the boy's feet and began opening his laces.
"Oh you don't have to do that. I can manage."
"I know jus how to do it so you settle back and let me."
With a shaky sigh the church boy settled back in the chair.
As the handsome farm boy undid the laces and removed the sox, Riley felt his penis lurch upwards and as his bared feet were soaped and rinsed, he emitted a few involuntary sounds of enjoyment.
Noah only smiled.
Noah's chest was bare and his tanned, golden skin shown in the rays of sunlight coming in from the window. Riley couldn't help but blurt out, "You got a great build, friend, do you work out?
"Naw, jes walking 'hind the plow and plantin' and stuff gits me muscled up. I'd lak to see yur chest, if I may."
Riley thought about it and decided that they were already pretty friendly and intimate as his feet were being caressed by this kid. He undid the buttons and shook it off, then pulled his white undershirt over his head. Immediately Noah let out an admiring "wow!"
"I got my chest development from using the weights in our church gym. Mr. Wylie, the youth minister shows me how to do it and he checks me out each week. He also offers to give me a rub down with oil. So far I haven't done it because it might feel too good. You know what I mean?"
"I sure do. But why do you not do it. If'n it feels good, that's real fine." "We're expected to be moral and not drink stimulating or alcohol drinks. No TV or modern music either."
Noah shook his head in sympathy. "We ain't go TV, too 'spensive, but I got my little radio for country music, and not drinking, well that's so sad. I was jus goin' to offer you a cold drink of home brew beer. It's real fine and has more kick than the store kind."
"Hey Noah, your washing my feet. It's getting me too riled up. You know?"
"Yes I kin see yur church candle stick protruding with joy."
Riley turned red all over his face and upper chest. "I guess I better be going, I am not behaving the way I should."
"No, no, I sure lak having' you here, but I havta say yur pants are gettin' wet tho you rolled them up. You ougta tak 'em off while I git two glasses of Joseph's brew."
Riley signed in resignation. He did want to stay with the cute farm boy. Yes he was kind of dumb, but he dripped sweetness and charm. Surely he would be a good convert to the church.
He took off his dress pants and sat back on the couch, his slim white legs decorated with glossy hair was exposed, right up to his upper thighs that were even more fuzzy.
Noah returned and stopped dead as he saw his guest splayed out in an inviting position. He noted that the pouch of the boy's underwear was poohed out invitingly.
"Oh my I could kiss a cow to see yur body. That hair on yur chest looks like an apple tree and the teets are the fruit."
He handed the beer to Riley, tilted the glass as a toast and drank a long quaff.
Riley followed suit and smacked his lips. "This fine tasting. I hope it doesn't have alcohol."
Noah put on a comic innocent face. "Why don't we see by drinking this glass and then having' another from this brown jug."
Wiley nodded then reached down to his pouch and gave his jumping cock a calming rub.
Noah refilled the glasses and noted that the church boy upended it in one long drink. He burped cutely then reddened. 'What a nice boy he is,' though Noah beginning to get a little excited all over.
Noah sat down on the couch next to Wiley. Wiley noted that the farm boy's smooth leg was leaning against his but he had no will to move away. He liked it. He found he was breathing a little noisily. He looked at Riley who now had a silly grin on his face.
"Whew, I feel sort of dopey, but good. I thank you for that drink. It's so good and makes me feel so good that it can't be wrong."
"True," Noah said. "I think that is a good rule. If somethin' feels good, it is good. And taking about that, I see you on uncomfortable with yur long penis been' excited lak that. Mine is too, but yur my guest, you think you'd lak me to relieve you.
Riley straightened up and took his leg away from its former position against the warm Farm boy's leg. "What you suggest is against all my learning from my church. I better get dressed and get along to call on other houses.'
Noah ignored Riley's words. "Now, now you jes settle back and let yur new friend make you happy. Brother Joseph says I'm the best in the county." Without asking for permission, he reached out his big farm hand and let it rest on the large protruding bulge. Riley looked down at the hand and let out a long sigh, then relaxed and leaned back in unconscious invitation.
Noah giggled in pleasure at the compliance and moved his hand back and forth over the bulge. "Feels nice, right."
"Yeah," Riley said in a croak.
"Let me jes slip these panties off so I kin properly pleasure you."
Riley tried to stop him by holding the farm boy's hands but Noah persisted and the pants slid down his hairy legs and on off, his slim feet with the hairs on top of the instep, and fell on the floor.
"Looky at your hair path leading right to the full patch that goes side to side. You are one fine boy. And the way that big penis sticks up outa that puff of hair. I kin hardly stand lookin' at your without putting my hand here."
At his words his cupped his rough hand around the boy's jumping organ. Riley's eyes rolled up in sexual excitement and he emitted a long "Oh-o-o-o-o."
"Now jes settle down boy, I'm jes gettin' started and you'll soon make a trip to the moon."
End of Part One