==The word "farm" may make you think of a bucolic story of pigs and goats it is not, it is an adult story, pretty pornographic. If you are under 18 you must leave. If you hate, or are offended by this kind of story, You, too should leave. The rest of my kind of people are welcome.
Wesley Hancock, an innocent farm boy is in the big city for the first time. He won a partial scholarship to Texas A & M. He's here in Dallas, waiting to get an appointment to see the scholarship committee. He's a long way from Old Forks, smack in the farm country. The noise and excitement of the city is making him long for quiet. He also misses he big brother Clem, especially those, before-bed fun times.
Wesley is eighteen. The years have been good to him. Each year he has grown more adorable and cute, though he is totally unaware of his male beauty. His eyes, the color of blue bells, his hair of dark blond unruliness are enough to make him outstanding, add to that, his six foot, smooth, tan frame that could grace a Roman statue, you got a drop-dead bundle of pure perfection. Wesley, modest and shy hardly notices that men and woman stop in the street to stare at him. He thinks it's because he wears poor farm boy overalls.
Seeing Wesley smile is a life-changing experience. His perfect white teeth gleam with health from eating fresh eggs, never over a day old, milk from that morning and vegetables from Gramp's farm.
Right now Wes is in a coffee shop. He has been staying at the YMCA to keep down expenses until his college stuff is completed and eating at Rosie's Caf‚ and Coffee. Although the prices are cheap, Rosie is an excellent cook and everyone says her coffee rivals the best restaurants. That is why Jeff Turner and Sal Romano go there. They are fashion photographers and could afford the best, but it was Rosie's for them.
Jeff is a cute redhead, tall and rangy, freckled and smooth. He has a confidant, cocky attitude. He's in his mid-twenties, as is his partner. Sal is a typical Italian stallion. Muscular, always up for sex. He is an excellent boxer, but his sweet nature usually prevails and he will forgive almost anything.
The two were at their favorite table discussing their latest assignment, a layout of a complete catalog of men's clothes. The job came from the largest retail combine in the country. They had been asked not to mention the name and they complied. The problem was, the big shots had a definite idea of using a single model. They also had very definite ideas of the kind of model they wanted. "No fags. No muscle men. Real American look, clean and wholesome...and someone that has never been used before."
Jeff growled at Sal. "Yeah try and find that kind of a model in this world. They're all jaded and fit the description of what is NOT wanted. I'm wondering if we should just pass on this and..."
He stopped, Sal looked at him, at his open mouth staring. "What's up Jeff?"
"Look at that kid across the room."
"The one in the overalls with one strap broken and holes in the knees?"
"Yeah. My heart is beating fast. He is a find. He is just what we are looking for. Let's go over to talk to him."
The two got up and walked over to the table that he boy was sitting at, As soon as he saw them, he smiled his welcome-to-the-farm smile, his eyes crinkling up in pleasure. "Why don't you gentlemen join me. There's two fine empty chair just awaitin' fer yur rumps."
Jeff introduced himself. Wes half rose and grabbed Jeff's hand in his big, slightly roughed farm boy hand. Jeff turned red as he felt his pants poofing out. His eyes involuntarily closed out of lusty passion.
Sal wanted to get in on this. He threw his muscular arm over Wes's right shoulder, the bare one. As soon as the inside of Sal's arm got touched by the warm, tan flesh of Wes's arm, Sal began breathing hard. To cover their indiscreet bulges, they quickly sat down.
"What is a fine boy like you doing in Dallas," Jeff asked.
Wes told them about winning the half scholarship at the country fair with his prize pig Julius. "I am jes awaitin' fer more information 'bout my courses and what to pay fer. Gramps gave me five hundred dollars to cover thing. You think this will be too much. I don't want them to think I am rich or anything."
The two city boys looked at each other and nodded their heads. They knew that this boy was a few cans short of a case of beer and that was fine with them. If truth be known, they were a little bit sharpies in business dealings.
"Have you ever modeled?" asked Sal in a husky voice, finding it hard to look directly at the kid's handsome face.
"I'm not sure what they is. The man who sold us our milkin' machines took pichers of me using them. He called that modeling. Zat what you'all mean?"
Jeff agreed immediately. "Great, then you know what we mean. We need a model, a boy just like you, healthy and..."
"God fearin'?" Wes interjected.
"Sure," they both assured him.
They explained about their assignment. They told him that he will get pictures taken in various outfits, even underpants. That made Wes laugh. "I never wear them things. Just makes more to wash."
They both felt a little faint thinking of this boy with nothing between them and he country cock than some worn denim. They both vowed to get this boy in front of the camera and into a dressing room.
"Does this modeling stuff make money fer the model?"
"Oh yes," chimed Sal. About $80.00."
"A week? That's not too bad."
"No," Jeff hurried to say, "Per hour."
Wes put his puffy lips together and whistled. They both felt their faces getting hot from the lip stuff.
Within a few minutes, the boys picked up Wes check, though he fought over it, and the three headed down the street and up the flight of stairs into the studio.
Jeff led the way, followed by Wesley, and last Sal, giving him the overwhelming pleasure of watching that lovely farm boy ass waggling up the stairs in front of him. Once inside, Sal took over. "Follow me Wes." He opened sliding door to reveal a closet hung neatly with rows of suits, sports wear and shoes in boxes. Wes turned to Sal and put his pink puffy lips together again and whistled. Sal again had to bend slightly to hide his instant erection.
Jeff came over to the other two. "Wes, here is your dressing room. Suppose we try this one outfit, shorts and a tee shirt that has a logo of the designer. You can skip the shoes for this trial shot."
Wes disappeared into the dressing room. He called out "These clothes wouldn't hold up to farm work. The little pants is thin and the top would surely catch on branches, but I like being barefoot, mostly I am on the farm." He emerged from the dressing room. First thing the older guys saw is the sight of Wes's outstanding caves with their gentle muscular curve and gleaming, naturally tan, hairless look. Next their eyes were drawn to a pair of the most perfect formed feet."
They stood there transfixed, suddenly Sal said, "Jeff, the camera, the shots." Jeff shook his head to clear it.
"Right. Now Dex, we just don't take a picture of you standing there, you have to think something to give to picture reality. Suppose you play act that you have just arrived at a party at a pool and you are looking over the crowd."
"Oh, I think I know what to do. It was kinda like the picture-taker who took me and Julius."
"Who's Julius," thinking may the beauty-boy had a boyfriend. "Julius is my prize hog. I tol' you 'bout him afore."
"Oh yes," the photographers said. Meanwhile Dex got a faraway look in his eyes as he tried to imagine the little story he had to act out. He put one hand at his waist and the other over his eyes as if he was scanning the crowd.
"Perfect," breathed Jeff.
"Stop standing there Jeff, snap the shutter."
Well it went on that way for about two hours. Dex slipped into a suit, a tux, a tennis outfit and more. He changed shoes for each shot. The older boys marveled at his patient and good humor all during the setups and shots. They were both falling in love with his physical look as well as his outstandingly lovely nature.
Finally, the underwear shots came. "I don't know iff' I should come out of this lil' room. I might as well be nekkid."
The boys answered in husky voices. "Oh yes. Come out."
Out strode Wes, his bikini underwear showing off his smooth belly, the long legs and full thighs. His chest was outstanding, farm-work muscles, smooth and tan. But there experienced eyes evaluated his pouch. "I been worried 'bout that front. Looks like a small animal is residing there," Wes said worriedly.
"Oh no," said Sal, "It's perfect, fact is we'll even take a side view and especially a rear view." He remembered that ass in front of him on the stairs, now it was almost fully exposed. An ass for the ages. Gentle curving lines, a dimple on each side."
Jeff whispered to him, "If this catalog comes out, we ought to buy stock in the company. It is sure to go up."
"Yeah," Sal said, "I notice you are going up too.
Now Sal and Jeff were both bi-sexual, but they had a fast rule when they form their partnership: no sex between them. They realized that it is the fastest way to trouble.
Jeff calla break. "You need a bit of a rest after all the posing. I ordered up a pizza and some cokes. Is that okay with you Wes.
"Well, I never heered of that pizza food, but iff'n you eat it, I'm sure it's good."
Wes was in his underwear from the last shot. He had a robe over his shoulders, but he was pretty well displayed. When the kid came up with the pizza, he tripped twice as he was staring at Wes. Wes being the country boy got up and took the kid's hand and shook it friendly-like. The boy continued to stare and then stumbled out, to return a moment later, he forgot to collect for the delivery.
Sal handed a slice to Wes, who hungrily took a bite. "Why it looks funny, but it tastes fine, a cheese sandwich sorta. He munched his pizza and slurped his coke like a kid. The boys were entranced. They ate, but they were both heavily erected. Wes glanced down at their crotches. "My, my you boys surely need a milkin' 'fore you kin go back to work. Let 'ol Wes hep you out. Okay?"
Sal and Jeff looked at each other. Jeff said slowly, "O-k-a-a-y, what do we have to do."
Wes laughed cutely. "You fella are really funny. How kin a do a milin' with your clothes on."
Sal asked if he wants them to get undressed. Wes nodded yes with a happy smile. The boys rushed to strip, throwing their clothes all over. It was the first time they had seen each other naked and they were both mpressed.
Wes also looked them over. Sal you are a fine specimen, nice brownish skin and yur dangle is a pleasing wine color, never saw that afore. Yur bullocks are might big, must be a lotta milk in there. And you Jeff, yur so nice and long abody, with that white skin an' some freckled on your shoulders like the picture of Huck Finn in my school book. I mighty pleased to have such fine boys to milk."
By now the boys were painfully erected and moist on their pecker heads and almost quietly moaning. Actually their were in a sex hazy and submitting like children to Wes who had become the ring master. "Now fellas, come over here to this couch. Git on your knees and elbows and let your dangles dangle nicely like cow teats hangin' from the utter. An' I knew yer utters are full. I see your teats are leaking n' yer testicles are full and plump. In fact, if'n you were hogs, you would be second class winners, 'cause Julius is always the winner. Now you got it right. Jes' settle down. Jeff, yer back is wet with sweat. Nothing to worry 'bout, only fun. And Sal, you are breathin' like the electric pump Gramps uses to get rid of puddles in the field. Just breath natural."
This was the first time Jeff and Sal were in a sexual episode together. Sals warm side was pressing against Jeff's sensitive skin. That added so much to the experience even though it made them a little embarrassed.
Wes reached his experienced hands around the narrow waists of the good looking youths and took hold of each of their cocks and gently eased them by slowly moving his farm hands from root to head. In a few moments, the boys were huffing and moaning something fierce, but gratifying to Wes who prided himself on making his milking activities have as powerful effect as a large glass of Gramps moonshine.
After his initial grasping strode, he began wiping his thumb over the dewy cock heads. That produced louder cries of ecstasy, "You know what? I think you two new friend of mine are goin' to be close to givin' in a few moments. I know cause when Clem, my big brother, tho' he's only nine months older, always gits that fine sweat on his lower back, just over the rump. That's a sure sign. Am I right? Are you boys goin' give yer fresh milk?"
The boys were now in the froes of bulking there asses back and forth. Jeff groaned out, "You better get us off farm boy. You started something and you better finish it or I might just die right here."
Sal could hardly speak. In a hoarse voice he croaked, "Hey you fuckin' hick, do it quick or put your dukes up."
Wes just giggled, he was really happy that the boys were so caught up in the fun. "Jes hold on. Now you both have to do somethin' for me afore I end this fun. This will make yer giving milk better'n you ever thought. What I ask you two to do is turn your faces toward each other and kiss. If'n you kiss hard enough and right enough, you will spew yer milk real good. Jeff turned toward Sal and Sal toward him. Their lips were a few inches apart. Each felt the others sweet breath beating on their lips. They were drawn together like a magnet. As soon as their lips touched they sighed into each other and pressed their lips tighter. A moment later their tongues touched and played with each other. Jeff and Sal were no longer conscious of the room, they were in a sexual orbit, suddenly they simultaneously mewled into each other's mouths as their intense orgasm over took them. Wes had been attending to his milking and he had speeded up and grasped their teat-cocks harder. He felt them stiffen and lengthen, and sure enough beads of fine sweat formed on the flat area above the asses of both boys. They broke the kiss, their heads reared up and they roared their cum shout and spews shot after shot of new milk onto the couch.
Wes laughed out loud with his success. "I wish mightily that I had a pale 'neath each of you to hear that sound as the milk hit the pail. "Course now we hafta wipe up this couch. Should be no problem cause it's leather or such."
He was prattling away while Jeff and Sal tried to focus their eyes and thoughts. Finally they half sat up. "Hey you rural rascal," said Jeff. "Your hand job could be bottled and sold for a million dollars."
Sal just growled, "Thanks." He was still trying to digest the idea that he had kissed Jeff.
Farm boy stood up. "Guess I ought to leave you two gentlemen to recover more from yur big explosion. I'll jes mosey back to the YMCA and take a rest."
Jeff immediately sat up. "Don't go. Besides giving you your pay, a nice dinner is for you as well. Rosie's Caf‚ is good, but the dining room of the Dallas Palace is better. We'll be dressed in a mo and we can be off."
Wes was mighty pleased to be included in a real big city dinner meal. He slicked down his hair with water from the tap, washed his hands and face and came back into the studio, bright and shiny.
The trio did go to the fancy restaurant. Wes had a big steak. He explained that he never eats pork, "You know, because of Julius."
"Who's Julius? Asked Sal.
Jeff smacked him on his arm, right over his bulging muscle. "The pig, you dope. He already told us that."
Sal and Jeff had Grand Dad on the rocks, actually three of them. They were real happy and laughing a lot. Wes, although he just drank milk, laughed right along with them. He was having a great time, especially when the dessert came, two balls of vanilla ice cream over and brownie and topped with hot fudge and whipped cream This was big enough for six, but Wes put it away handily. Sal and Jeff were of the metro-sexual school that believes you can't be too thin. No dessert for them, but they enjoyed watching the kid eat.
"Say Wes," said Jeff, "We hate to see you go back to that dismal Y, why don't you sleep at our apartment and then we can all go back to the studio in the AM and take more pics. " (both guys were figuring that somehow they'd talk the goof into going naked for shots.)
End Part One