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CH 2.
Marcquel fell on to the ground. He was dead tired, but now was no time to relax. He had chores to do. His uncle was nice, but he wouldn't appreciate the slacking. The chores weren't a big deal for Marcquel anyway. They provided a nice daytime distraction from what was going on in his actual life.
He walked to a nearby shed, one of many, and grabbed a lawn mower. It was his job to cut the grass every couple of weeks. At least a portion of it, cutting the whole thing would be impossible for one person. Uncle T gave Marc very clear directions on how far he could cut. In fact, he had rules for where he could even go on the farm. Now that he was older he thought Uncle T would let him go anywhere on the farm. Uncle T, however, had a pretty clear reason why Marc couldn't go further.
When Uncle T pulled him aside yesterday, he said, "Here's the deal. Before you came all the Cowmen that live nearby the mansion graciously agreed to wear clothes."
Marc was a little to stunned to reply, but Uncle T continued to talk.
"However, the ones that live further back, don't have to. So, who knows who's stripping and who's not."
"Wait, are Cowmen usually naked?" Marc interjected.
Uncle T let out a hearty laugh. "No, it's just that some like to be and others like the option to be. The ones that live closer to me tend to keep their clothes on, but I wanted to make sure you didn't see anything inappropriate, or my sister would kill me."
Marc didn't have the heart to point out to his uncle he was a teenager and his "innocent" mind was probably a little less innocent than adults thought.
"So, you're not allowed to go more than 500 ft beyond, the barn."
"The barn? 500 ft?" Marc's words escaped his lips.
Uncle T put his hands his hips. "Sorry, "the barn" is what we call my house, you know the mansion. Specifically, when we're working or talking to Cowmen." He pointed to the biggest building on the property. "We use a lot of local speak around here. Don't worry, you'll catch on. And 500 ft is...about there."
In the opposite direction of the barn was a large oak tree on top of a hill. Marc decided to draw an invisible line with his mind to know not to go beyond that point.
Before their conversation that day ended. Uncle T made it clear Marc could not go into the breeding area either. Soon though Marc would get to see the milking stations.
Today, Marc was more concerned with getting the lawn mower to work. It was the type a person stands on. Uncle T showed him how to use it and everything, but it's always different doing it alone. Right before giving up the lawn mower cut on. Marc happily hopped on a began his journey.
Marc let his mind wander. It was a nice day out. Sunny and enough clouds to provide relief every so often, Part of him was hoping to see the Cowman, Dan again. He was so handsome, and Marc wanted to take in more of his good looks. It was to no avail though. Dan never came around. There were so many people out on the estate, all older than him. Marc didn't recognize a single one. Some of the adults where enjoying the day, strolling, laying in the grass, other's working.
Marc knew that the ones relaxing were Cowmen since this is where they lived. Dan proved though that some worked at the farm. Uncle T had encouraged Marc to meet some of them, but Marc knew he was not extraverted enough to try. All he could think was what if he mistaked a worker for a Cowman or vice versa? What if he walks up to one of the people relaxing and they're a human? Marc wanted to avoid that.
When he was done with the grass, he returned the mower back to it's shed and began walking back to the mansion/the barn. Something came flying right at his head. The impact caused Marc to fall to the ground.
"Dude, I'm so sorry"
"Way to go, Xander you could have hurt him."
Marc woke up to see the owners of the voices above him. He was a bit speechless the two guys were stacked, not overly so but it was clear the gym was their friend.
"Are you okay?" a straight-haired brunette said, who Marc assumed was Xander.
"Yeah," Marc said sitting up. The two young men gave him some space. He looked around and saw a soccer ball sitting on the ground off to the side. "Was that..."
"What hit you?" Xander's friend, a Chinese-American said, "yeah, genius over here kicked the ball way too hard."
Xander tried to explain. "I wasn't used to my strength."
"Hey, is he really okay?" a sweet voice said cutting in-between the two masculine ones. An Indian girl stepped into Marc's view. She was stunning. Brown skin and black hair tied back into a ponytail. She bent down and asked if she could inspect Marc. Marc nodded his head, having been rendered speechless. She gently took hold of his head a looked it over. She let Marc know he was okay and asked the two boys to help him stand up.
Being lifted onto his feet, Marc was confused. What were these college kid doing on his uncle's farm? Was his uncle running program for them? Were they "interns" too? However, out of the many questions he had, only one left his mouth.
"Are you guys Cowmen?"
The three friends looked at each other, they seemed to be thinking something over.
A smile grew on Xander's face as he began to talk, "Can't you tell?" He lifted his arms a struck a pose showing off his muscles.
Marc couldn't tell. The three looked like young 20 somethings. Albeit, three very beautiful possible 20-year-olds.
"Is there a way to tell?" Marc asked sincerely.
Jessica decided to take the question. "Well, unless you see them getting milked, I don't think so? You, Arthur" She said looking over to their other friend.
"Hmmm... Well I'd say Cowman have more muscle mass than humans. You know so we're quote unquote "beefier", but it could always be a very in shape human."
"But we're on the farm so, how could you not know we're Cowmen?" Xander added.
"I just thought you were college kids." Marc admitted a bit ashamed. Why did the Cowmen think it would be obvious that they weren't human?
Arthur laughed "We are, just not HUMAN college kids."
"What do you do when you need to get milked?" Marc asked.
"We do it ourselves, with a pump," Xander said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Marc wanted to slap himself of course it was the most natural thing in the world for them. They're Cowmen. It was then Marc realized he was having a conversation with actual Cowmen. He didn't want this conversation to stop, but he had a question he'd been dying to ask.
"What does it taste like?"
"You've never had it?" Jessica said surprised.
Marc shook his head. It was the truth. In his hometown Cowmen milk was considered a luxury and very expensive. Sure, in bigger cities it was pretty common, but to a small town kid like him no way. It wasn't something people there just put into their cereal. Well, maybe rich people. That's why his uncle could afford to keep the farm running easily. The milk practically paid for itself and more.
"If you work at the farm can't you just ask to try some?" Arthur said.
Marc knew he could, but it would be so awkward to ask his Uncle about the taste let alone for a sample.
"Wait, how did you know I worked here?" Marc realized he hadn't mentioned anything about that.
"It's just logic," Xander said.
Marc was a little surprised. Xander while gorgeous, looked more like a muscle head than his friends, but spoke his last statement with confidence.
Xander went on. "Well you couldn't have been one of us and I remember The Farmer asking people at our meeting to keep their clothes on as his nephew was coming."
Uncle T had mentioned the no strip rule to Marc, but why couldn't he have been mistaken for a Cowmen? Granted he wasn't super fit, but he wasn't a slouch either.
"Did you want to try some?" Xander said lifting up his shirt revealing his washboard abs and beautiful pecs. "Go for the one on the left it's fuller dude."
Marc looked at Arthur and Jessica who were unfazed. Didn't they care their friend was offering himself up. Regardless Marc found himself drifting towards the pec until he was pressed right up against it. The heat emanating from Xander's chest was insane. The moment Marc was skin to skin Xander put his shirt down over top of Marc.
"Let's give the little man some privacy." Xander stated to his friends. They both walked away while Xander sat there with Marc. "Dude the pec isn't going to milk itself. You have to suck it."
"I'm sorry, I can't." Marc said in a whisper. This was too much; his body was suffering from sensory overload.
Xander gently lifted his shirt and got Marc away from his chest. "Its fine if you can't. I should probably go get milked any way. Have a nice day Marc." Xander waved rushing off to the barn. Xander took an entrance on the outside of the west wing to the milking station.
Marc was sad he couldn't do it, but was happy Xander didn't force him. Though the older boy did seem a bit disappointed. Marc began his own journey back towards the barn. Instead of going to his room to play the few video games he brought. Marc sat on the front steps. He needed to think. Before he could digest his discussion with the Cowmen, he saw someone coming down the road. As the figure got close, he could see it was a teenage girl. One with long brown hair, blue eyes, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans.
"It really is you!" the girl said running up to Marc.
"Oh my god, Heather?" Marc was stunned. He raced down he steps to meet the teenage girl, The two quickly wrapped each other in a warm embrace. They hadn't seen each other since the last time Marc was here.
The two exchanged pleasantries. Then heather got ot her real question "So, are you still a crybaby, Marc?"
"I've grown a lot since then, are you still a bully, Heather?"
To call Mark and Heather friends wouldn't be true, but they weren't enemies either. More of friendly rivals. It started when they first met. Heather's dad was Uncle T's neighbor. One day when playing together after repeatedly cheating at tag, Marc got a punch to the face from Heather and learned a valuable lesson.
The two smiled at each other knowing that they'd found their answers.
"But what are you doing out here?" Marc asked.They were neighbors, but when you live in the country that's a distance measured in miles.
"I was looking for my brother. He snuck off the farm even though he's grounded. Sometimes he comes here and talks with the Cowmen."
"You have a brother?"
"I've always had a brother. He was timider and quieter when we were kids and rarely left the farm. So, you never saw him. But your Uncle knows him. While he's still quiet, I think he's getting into his rebellious phase."
"Did you just say farm? Your dad has a Cowmen farm.Two farms close together. Isn't that like bad business or something?"
Heather let out a cackle. "You didn't know my dad owned a farm?"
Marc thought it was obvious he wouldn't. Why would an 8-year-old care about what an adult he didn't know too well did?
"Don't stress yourself about it, my dad runs a completely different type of farm." Heather smirked like she had a secret she wouldn't share.
"Like a normal farm?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Heather turned around and started walking away.
"Where are you going?"
"It's obvious my brother isn't here. And while it was fun to see you, I actually do have to find him. Let your uncle know to keep an eye out," Heather shouted as she left the property.
Marc headed back inside and played video games into the night. Around 8 he ran down stairs to see the last of the evening shift leave. Night shift on the farm was strange. It was mostly contained to the barn. The few workers on the field had flashlights and glowsticks. Marc loved to watch them walk around from his window. It was so dark at night that the light on the black countryside seemed so out of place. Yet it was an inviting scene to watch.
Marc walked out to the front steps and Saw his uncle joking with a worker. The worker got on the evening bus home, leaving Uncle T crying with laughter. Marc walked up to his Uncle as the bus pulled off.
Uncle T smiled at his nephew "I'm beat. I'm going to bed. Are you coming?"
"Not just yet," Marc stated. He didn't want Uncle T to know he was considering taking one of the night shift flashlights and exploring the farm at dark. He still had to think it over. It could be a dangerous idea if he got lost. The Cowmen would be asleep so no one would help him and if they did, he'd be grounded.
Uncle T walked off to join the legion of sleep.
Marc looked up at the night sky it was so beautiful out here. He started his own way towards the house before he heard something behind him. He turned around to see a young boy standing there. The boy couldn't have been more than 14. The fact that he's just appeared was enough to scare Marc. He had curly brown hair and green eyes that almost glowed in the dark.
"Are you Heather's brother?" Marc was surprised had he been hiding from them all day?
"My name is K—Kenneth, but you can call me Ken." The boys had shook vigorously has he stretched it out for Marc to shake.
Marc knew the boy was shy, but this was a bit extreme. Nonetheless Marc kindly accepted the hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you Ken!"
Marc looked around at how dark it was outside. It'd be horrible if he let Ken walk back home this late. He invited the young kid inside, which the kid happy agreed to. The two walked up to Marc's room.
"So, this is like a sleepover?" Ken asked as Marc prepared a place for him to lay. There were dozens of rooms, but Marc didn't want to get in trouble with his Uncle. A sleepover though? Marc hadn't had one in a while. It felt good just to hang out with friends doing whatever. And during the summer that's all he wanted to be doing.
"Yeah, it is." Marc threw a pillow onto the floor, then started up his game console. "Before we go to bed how about we have some fun?"