Thanks to everyone who responded to the first installment of country boys in the barn. Sorry it took so long for part two. I hate to proofread, LOL, and my grammar skills are not that great, so if that is your only complaint I'm doing pretty alright! I forgot to mention in part one that the characters in this story are not real. As some similarities might come from high school the fantasy in my mind they are completely coincidental. Also, if you don't like gay themes, don't read them, click on the "X" in the top right corner of your screen and quit your bitching. If you do like gay themes...enjoy.
THE DREAM
As I fell asleep my mind reeled at the recent memory of what happened in the barn less than a mile from where I was resting my spinning head filled with confusing thoughts. My tryst with Reid was incomprehensible. Why would he do that? Why would I do that? We just beat off together. I hear about guys doing that all the time--experimenting. But was this just experimentation? Did I like it too much? I enjoyed the feel of Reid's stubble graze my neck and the touch of his callused hands as he explored my body. My palms still burned with guilt and desire. I could still smell the musk that radiated from his underarm as he toyed with my nipples. His scent was embedded in my nostrils. Never in the past, with the hottest girl I ever scored with (Melissa over last summer, we fucked all night long in the bed of my fathers truck off some dirt road down from Cleveland School and Highway 1010) had I enjoyed such an immense orgasm, and with Reid there wasn't even penetration.
It was so obvious during dinner that something was on my mind as my mother enquired time and again about my day. I fumbled with my green peas and speared my fork into my sweet potato, over and over; mashing it into an orange paste I distantly stated that I was having "girl troubles". It was the truth, my mother would have known if I was lying so I thought it would be the safest excuse without mentioning names so she excused me from the table and my evening chores as I went upstairs to bed. My mother entered my room less than five minutes later stating that I could talk to her about whatever was on my mind. I don't think she has a clue to what extent my girl troubles are. I waved her off and she left the room only to return with a glass of water and a small blue pill, Xanax. "Great, I look that bad, how can I go into school tomorrow?" was all I could think about.
It took less than five minutes for the little blue bar of relaxation to kick in and I was in la la land with druel sneaking from the corner of my gaping mouth.
The clouds drifted into my mind and the hands of Mr. Sandman carried me back to Reid's house. However, this time I watched the events unfold before me in a different way. It was like I was watching a new type of movie, interactive and realistic. I was watching, but invisible to the two young men. Reid and Jay (me) just finished sipping their first cold beer and Reid began to unlace his sneakers in preparation to encase his feet with them for the journey back to the main house. As he bent over to pull his shoe on his shirt, thin with perspiration, stretched over his back and pulled up at the waist exposing a small tuft of hair on the small of his back, and all Jay could do is pull another long drink from his beer.
"Let's go inside and wash up before we get started with our lesson" Reid gruffly stated as he wiped the sweat and beer from his mouth on the front of his shirt.
"Alright" Jay mustered as he finished his beer and stood to his feet. Jay watched the ground as they stepped one foot in front of the other, nearing the massive house.
Reid opened the door to the house and shucked his shoes as they stood in the mud room off of the kitchen, I was still invisible to the brute and my dream conjured twin. Reid opened a door to the laundry room and pulled his shirt over his head with his right arm, my dream was enhanced by our encounter of the barn so I knew his torso would be covered with hair from his collar bones over his well developed pectorals and tapering down over his rock hard abs. I stood in amazement as he sat on a bench in the narrow room to remove his sweaty socks exposing his massive yet well maintained feet. His toes had smooth and clean cut nails with a few dark hairs covering the first knuckle giving him more of an adult appearance; all the while I was jealous as I was barely growing hair under my arms.
"Kick your shoes off there. I don't want to get in trouble for tracking clay into the house," Reid demanded, his tone more gruff in my dream than when we messed around in the barn.
Jay bent over and unlaced his sneakers and as he slid my hand down the back of the ankle of his right leg to remove the dirty sock he became dizzy.
As I watched the Jay in my dream fall trying to catch his balance, I, the real Jay, recoiled in horror, as his head hit the corner of the washing machine making him (me) fall unconscious.
Reid just watched. He drew another Budweiser from a refrigerator in the laundry room that was stocked with colas, juices and a variety of beers. "What is he doing?" I mused "Why aren't you worried that he fell?"
Jay was motionless on the floor, his face pressing against the cold linoleum tile. His sock was half way off of his right foot. Reid continued to look on, finishing another beer.
He got up. Reid picked Jay up off the floor, his massive arms hoisting Jay from the floor and over his shoulder like a rag doll. His actions and staunch manner did not convey that Reid was worried about his tutor. Jay's limp body formed a V over Reid's thick torso, and his head bobbed on the small of Reid's back as they ascended the large staircase.
I was now watching from the front hall, my heart beating so hard that I could feel myself wanting to vomit from fear, as Reid opened a door off of the gallery at the end of the wide hall. The door slammed shut.
Reid tossed Jay onto the queen sized bed and rolled him over onto his back. He stared at his face, eyes closed. The thin veil of skin covering Jays eyes were lifted by Reid's thumb and forefinger; first the left, then the right. What was he doing? Reid brushed the hair from Jay's forehead and rested his meaty hand on his cheek. He lay back on the bed beside the still motionless body of Jay and picked up the phone. "He is calling 911," I thought. To be sure, Reid was calling 911; I convinced myself that he just wanted Jay to be comfortable in case he woke up. He just looked into Jay's eyes to make sure there was some sign of life there and he rested his hand on Jay's cheek to make sure it was still warm and you could still see Jay's chest rise and fall with small short breaths. Reid was not the massive brute I was beginning to see in the dream, he was thinking about my comfort --the comfort of Jay, his friend.
"It worked a hell of a lot faster than I thought it would," my head spun back to Reid who was on the phone. "Yeah, he's out like a light. How long did you say he would be this way?" " OK, just hurry and get over here I will have him ready," Reid hung up the phone.
"Have him ready" I thought, "Have ME ready" I quickly realized. What worked faster than he thought? Who was he talking to on the other end of the phone?
Reid pulled off the other sock from Jay's left foot and lifted his torso to gain better access to the back of his shirt so he could pull it over Jay's head. Jay now looked like he was in a deep sleep, his shirtless smooth body on the bed quietly breathing and eyes closed. Reid tugged at the snap on Jay's shorts and with one quick yank he pulled the loose Abercrombie shorts and underwear from the still motionless boy.
By now I deduced that Reid slipped a drug into Jay's beer, as I am a light sleeper, but this Jay, the one I was watching was in a deep sleep. The jostling of Reid moving around the bed did not even make him stir.
Jay's naked hairless body was presented on Reid's bed like a virgin offering in some type of tribal ritual. His arms crossed over his developing chest, one palm resting on his chest and the other on top of that hand. Reid pulled his legs out straight, making Jay look even more like he was on display.
The doorbell rang.
Reid looked at Jay with a sinister smile and said, "You're going to get what you've wanted now faggot"
Oh God, I thought. I must have offended him and now he wants to get me back for whatever it was I have done. As Reid exited the room, I ran to my sleeping twin and slapped his face trying to get him to wake up. I didn't know what Reid and the unidentified caller had in mind but I was sure it would not be pleasant. There was no movement, I was in a nightmare.
Reid walked back into the room followed by Marco. Again I wanted to vomit. Marco and Reid are softball buddies and though equally as masculine, Marco has a more boyish quality about him in that he is not as hairy. He is just as ripped and has a very muscular upper body. He has a bubble butt that is void of any hair and his manhood was not boyish in any way. That's what this must be about; Marco caught me looking at his cock in the shower after gym last year. I never saw an uncut dick before and I was enthralled at the tubular skin hanging from the end of his cock,
"You like what you see," He snorted, snapping me out of my gaze. That day he figured out my secret. What were they going to do?
"Did he hurt himself when he fell?"
"I don't think so, he has been breathing and his eyes have been moving under the lids" Reid replied as they both inched closer to the bed.
Marco grabbed Jay's big toe and pulled it, shaking his entire leg. Jay did not wake. He moved up toward Jay's beautiful face and slapped at his cheeks with his hand. First the beck of his hand smacked his right cheek, and then the open palm came back across the left cheek with the same force. Jay still did not wake.
"Wow, that really put him out," Marco commented "he'll never know what happened to him, we can just have a little fun with him."
"Are you sure he won't remember" Reid replied
"Even if he does I don't think he would tell anyone about it. He will just wonder why his asshole is sore for a few days"
Reid stripped his shorts off and opened a drawer on the nightstand to the right of his bed. He searched through the various magazines in the drawer; Sports Illustrated, Motor World, Men's Health and several brands of magazines with women whose breasts were large and their vaginas dripping with lust. He finally pulled out a small tube of KY lube and squirted some on the palm of his hand. He gave his thickening meat a quick pull with his slick hand making it glisten in the dim lit room.
His mouth separated into a smile and his cherry red lips showcased his perfect teeth. He reached out and grabbed Marco's large and uncut cock then he began to stroke it to full erection. His manner was not gentle, like when we were in the barn, but more masculine, as if he was "just helping a buddy out".
Once Marco's prick was fully engorged with blood and desire, Reid flipped Jay over onto his stomach. Reid sat toward the head of the bead and placed Jay's smooth, boyish face on his hairy lap. He leaned forward and put his hand on Jay's ass, his middle finger sliding into the cleft of his gluts.
I winced in anticipation as Reid played with the soft virgin cherry of Jay's ass. My horror was now subsiding as I watched my dream and I began to wonder what it would be like to have this happen to me when I was awake. Would he be so raucous? Would Marco watch with excitement like he was now? What would his finger feel like in my ass?
Reid withdrew his finger from Jay's hole and reached for the tube of lubricant that was used to slick his and Marco's fitting of manhood minutes earlier. Marco had crawled onto the bed between Jay's legs in order to get a better view of Jay's lily-white ass when Reid flipped him over, now it was his turn to feel the velvety softness of the boy's entrance. Reid split Jay's cheeks with his massive hands, giving Marco full view of his hairless bud of pleasure. Marco spat onto Jay's ass and let the drool run down his chin before wiping it on his shoulder. He took the KY from Reid and applied more of the sticky substance to his meat before leaning forward, aiming for the innocent classmate beneath him.
He positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance of Jay's hole before placing his hands on the bed. He looked like he was getting ready to do a push up and then he dropped his body forcing his huge cock into the still motionless victim. Reid's body moved back against the headboard as Marco's savage fucking pushed Jay farther up the bed. Reid continued to hold Jay's ass apart as Marco dove into the pool of lube and flesh lay beneath him.
Jay's lifeless body was being pillaged by Marco's heartless fuck. His body emitted involuntary moans as the breath was being pushed from his body by the force and power of the brute inside of him. Reid's eyes grew red with hunger- he wanted to taste the sweetness of Jay. He rose onto his knees, letting Jay's head fall onto the bed, and moved to the side of Marco. Now that Reid was not there to hold the flesh apart for Marco's pounding, the friction of Jay's bubble ass increased the euphoric sensation around his cock.
His pace maddened and Marco's strokes became faster and shorter as he neared his release. He dumped his brand into Jay's rectum, making the hole his property. When he was finished emptying his balls his face was flush and covered in a thin veil of sweat.ok several deep breaths His chest heaved as he t
"Your turn buddy" He said with a shortness of breath to Reid.
Reid's cock was not as long as Marco's, but it was thicker and had a large head. He grabbed Jay's waist and pulled him to the edge of the bed so his legs would be on the floor. His was body bent in the middle, his ass exposed dripping with lube and cum. In one fast thrust, he inserted his skewer into the already tender meat making a grotesque plunging sound as he forced his coke can sized cock into the realm of his pleasure.
The insertion of Reid's massive tool seared Jay's hole and broke his drug induced coma. With a horrific scream Jay awoke, his ass was being raped by these two jocks and his body was revolting. He began to buck and twist, but Reid held onto the bucking teenage stead with all of the force that he would with one of those bulls in a rodeo. Jay tried to crawl onto the bed and Reid was close behind him, his fuck now becoming more of an athletic event rather than a dead lay. They tossed onto the middle of the bed, Jay still revolting while Reid pumped his ass. Reid had to break this bronco and his mind enjoyed this fuck as much, if not more, than his body did. He filled Jay's already cum soaked hole with his own juice and collapsed on top of the spent kid, and the two of them panted in exhaustion. Marco, already dressed, tossed Reid a towel and headed for the door.
"See you tomorrow man," as he left he inhaled the odor of the sex filled room.
Reid responded with a simple grunt, muffling the light sobbing of Jay's weak voice.
My eyes opened. I was face-down, my cheek on my pillow and the sun was peaking through the window behind me casting a warm pink and orange glow on my bedroom. It was MY bedroom. I was in MY bed. I reached behind my and grabbed my ass. It wasn't sore. There was no cum dried on my ass. I rolled over onto my back and my cock was painfully hard, leaking and wet. There was a huge spot of sex on my bed where my dream must have excited me more than I was willing to comprehend. It was all a dream, but how much? Was last night in the barn real? Was Reid's tender kiss real?
I sat up and scratched my head. I was groggy. I stumbled in to the bathroom, my cock still as hard as a rock. I pulled the shower curtain and turned the water and the sound made my hard on throb as the piss needed to escape from my body. I would piss all over the wall and toilet if I tried to aim for the john so I stood out of the shower and let my bladder empty onto the floor. The water quickly washed away the acrid smell of my piss and my erection began to subside.
During my shower I washed my ass with care as my dream was so real and I never expected to get fucked or even really thought about it until now. As I lathered up my body I thought about the shower in the barn with Reid last night. What would he be like today in school? What would he say? What would I say? Should I let him know about my sadomasochistic dream?