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 1999. All Rights Reserved. Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or publication.
BOYS ON THE FARM
Day Six
In the morning Grandpa found the boys sleeping soundly. Tristan had snuggled up to David during the night and was holding him with one arm. 'Looks like these boys are pretty close friends, maybe too close', he mused. 'Hope David isn't queer and doesn't get hurt as a result of this friendship.' With that thought on his mind he knocked on the door jamb and announced loudly, "TIME TO GET UP BOYS SO WE CAN GO TO THE FAIR! LET'S GET GOING!" As soon as the boy's eyes popped open he turned and went downstairs.
The boys sat up with a start and looking at the clock, David saw it was 6:30 a.m. It was just turning light outside. Tristan quickly moved away from David and climbed out of bed, his morning hardon making an enormous tent in his boxers. He felt a little guilty that Grandpa caught them sleeping the way they were.
David saw Tristan's tent and smirked while pointing at Tristan's crotch. It didn't help his morning hardon subside either. After pushing his erect cock aside for a a quick look at his ballsack to check for any changes, David slipped on his briefs and got dressed in blue jeans and a green shirt. He stood waiting for Tristan to finish dressing. "Come on, slowpoke, let's get downstairs," he urged.
Tristan never was a morning person and was moving a little slowly while putting on his socks. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he replied sleepily. Tristan had his blue jeans and a red shirt on already.
Down the stairs they went and turned into the bathroom for a double piss at the toilet. David pulled out his uncut cock and started to piss.
Tristan thought it was cool the way David's piss stream looked since the foreskin made the stream seem to gush from his cock. He wrestled his still semi-hard cock out of his jeans and pointed it at the toilet. It took him a moment to get his piss started despite his full bladder as he was fighting against the desire for an erection. Finally he got a full stream flowing and finished just as David was done brushing his teeth. Shaking the drops out of his meaty soft cock, Tristan gave it a couple of extra rubs.
"Hey, you horny pervert, quit that and get your teeth brushed," David urged quietly. "You can take care of it later," he said with a quick smile.
With a grimace for David, Tristan stuffed himself back into his jeans. He started brushing his teeth while David left to go into the kitchen for breakfast. And what a breakfast it was! Grandma was dishing up a heaping pile of bacon, eggs, and hash browns. A pile of toast and pitcher of orange juice was waiting on the table.
"Eat up", she said. "It will be a long time before you get lunch today after the parade is over."
Tristan came in and joined David at the table. The breakfast was delicious and they stuffed themselves full.
Next they went outside and started helping Grandpa. The diesel engine in the truck was noisily idling and making clouds of white smoke. Grandpa had already backed it up to the stock chute and they were just in time to help him load the 4 mares and the 3 colts. Each mare was led up the chute and their halter rope was tied to a U-bolt in the truck box. Then they backed the truck up to a long, low trailer that had twin ramps leading from the back of it to the ground. After David helped Grandpa by guiding him back to the trailer, they watched him hook it up and connect the wires for the brakes.
"Wait here, I'll be right back with the stagecoach," Grandpa told the boys.
Tristan looked at David with his eyebrows raised. He didn't understand how Grandpa could move that heavy stagecoach all by himself. David smiled and nodded his head. The next moment they heard another engine start in the machine shed and after some sounds of maneuvering, out came Grandpa sitting on a small red tractor pulling the stagecoach. With a lifetime of operating equipment under his belt, Grandpa expertly backed the stagecoach up onto the trailer and then shut off the engine of the tractor.
After tying down the stagecoach and tractor they climbed into the truck cab and were on their way to the county fair! It was an exciting ride for more than one reason for Tristan. There they sat, high above the ground with David sitting in the middle, between Grandpa and Tristan. As they traveled down the road the big diesel engine was fun to listen to as it worked--a low roar combined with a high pitched whine that came and went as Grandpa shifted through the gears.
But it was the bouncing and moving of the cab that affected Tristan the most! For the entire trip, which lasted over an hour, Tristan's cock was stimulated by the motions and powerful sounds of the truck ride. Trapped in his jeans, Tristan's cock throbbed and strained for release. He could feel a wet spot forming in his boxers from the precum which was dripping out of his piss slit.
Finally they were there! Tristan jumped out of the truck and quickly arranged his cramped cock into a better position. Immediately he turned to David and asked, "Where are the rest rooms--I need to go bad!"
David pointed off towards the carnival trucks and tents saying, "Just over by those tents there are some rest rooms."
"Thanks, I'll be right back." Tristan took off at a quick walk--his still hard and aching cock bouncing slightly with every step. There it was, the men's restroom! He entered the dim interior and spotted several urinals along one wall and a row of toilet stalls along the other.
Feeling incredibly horny Tristan headed for a urinal. He couldn't honestly tell which urge was more imperative, the urge to take a piss or the urge to get his rocks off. Both urges were demanding some immediate relief. He walked quickly over to the urinal, unsnapping his jeans as he walked and pulling his jeans open wide to relieve some of the pressure on his swollen meat and maneuvering his hard cock out the fly of his briefs.
He aimed his hard cock at the urinal, patiently waiting for his dick to get the signal from his brain that a piss stream should be flowing. Shit! It wasn't working! His bladder wanted to bust and he needed to piss! "OK," Tristan thought, "Maybe things are still a little to restricted." His next step was to reroute his dick out of his jockies and pull his underwear down below his balls so they could drop more naturally. "Ahhh, that did it," he mentally breathed a sigh of relief as a thin stream of piss finally began to flow. He must have pissed a gallon, at least it felt like it and took as long too!
Finally the yellow stream dribbled to a stop, satisfying the most demanding urge but his cock remained heavy and primed for some sex. Shaking the last drops of piss out of his cock revived his hardon and Tristan began to stroke his meaty cock with his left hand. His right hand began to wander from his belly and down to his balls, pushing them around in their fleshy sack. Precum was already seeping out of his cockhead and he promptly used it as lube. He rubbed the flared end of his cock with his closed hand, generating a rapidly mounting tension in his 'nads. He needed to get his rocks off so bad, it was time to quit playing and get serious! Tristan lubed up his teenage fuck pole with spit and proceeded to masturbate with long strokes the full length of his 7 inches. His hips began to move and thrust in response to his urges and his orgasm was imminent. Five more hard, quick strokes and Tristan was moaning and spewing his streams of cum, splashing it into the urinal in front of him. At that moment his only awareness was of his cock and his overwhelming need to squirt his man-juice through his near-to-bursting organ. With that mission accomplished Tristan began to relax and milk the remainder of his cum from his now deflating cock.
What was that!?! Someone was outside and now the door to the restroom was opening! 'Oh Shit! What do I do now?" Tristan mentally panicked. Quickly he shuffled up really close to the urinal and pretended he was there only taking a leak.
"Hey dude, what's been taking you?" David asked as he caught sight of Tristan.
"Oh God David, you scared me," Tristan managed to talk over the pounding of his heart.
David walked up to a urinal near Tristan and digs out his pisser. ""Grandpa said he was about ready to drive the horses over to line up for the parade. I said I had to take a leak too and that I would see what was taking you so long."
"Man, David, that truck ride gave me a major stiffy! And I had to take a monster piss too so it's taken me a while 'cuz I couldn't piss before my hardon went down."
"Oh. Are you done then?" David asked with a wicked grin.
"Yeah." Tristan replied as he shook off his dick and began putting himself together.
David couldn't resist throwing another little jab at Tristan. "Did everything come out ok then?" David finished his piss and gave his uncut cock a shake or two before tucking it back in his pants.
"Damn straight it did. You shoulda been here."
With that remark David let the subject drop. He was pretty sure he knew what Tristan was doing but wasn't sure how he should react.
Tristan washed his hands before joining David who was waiting to go back to where Grandpa was waiting for them. As the boys approached the horses, they could see a thin stream of piss coming down between the mare's legs. As they got closer they saw Grandpa standing between the mares, obviously taking care of nature's call.
"We're back!" David announced as they came walking up.
Grandpa looked over his shoulder as he put himself back together and raised his eyebrows at Tristan while he remarked, "I was starting to wonder if you had gotten lost, you were gone so long."
"I'm sorry I worried you. I really needed to sit on the toilet for a while." Tristan told Grandpa. "David said you're about ready to go."
"Yep, get your hat and BB gun out of the truck. You might want to bring a soda and a snack or two out of the cooler. We'll be sitting in that parade line for quite some time before it will be our turn to go."
"Ok". Tristan did as he was told and brought David's things as well. Then David was back and they clip-clopped their way down the streets, both boys riding on top of the stagecoach. The boys sat on top of the stagecoach holding their BB guns, trying to look serious but not succeeding as the delight from being in the parade would start them grinning and waving at the crowd. It was a very fun morning, riding through town with Grandpa behind the team of horses, waving at the crowds. They saw Grandma sitting in the crowd of onlookers and waved especially to her.
The fair parade ended at the fair grounds and so they parked the stagecoach and unharnessed the horses. Grandpa drove four big iron stakes into the ground and tied a horse to each one with a long rope. The horses started eating the grass around them and the colts were allowed to nurse.
About this time Grandma drove up in her car and came over. "Well, you boys sure looked nice sitting up on that stagecoach," she said with a smile and a hug for each boy. "Are you guys hungry yet?"
"Sure are!"
"Well then, let's find a food booth that has something you guys want to eat!" And off they all went, ready to eat some of that food that was sending delicious smells their way. The boys ate their fill of fast food--hot dogs smothered with onions and ketchup, curly french fries, and large containers of soda. Grandma and Grandpa said they would wait and eat at the church-sponsored lunch booth.
When the boys were done eating they were given permission to look around until 2:45 when the demolition derby started. And after that, they would be able to ride the carnival rides for a couple of hours before they had to go back to the farm. David and Tristan didn't know how they could ever have more fun than what they were having that day!
There were so many things to look at: machinery, 4-H and FFA exhibits, and homemaker displays, and especially the livestock. There were horses, cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, goats, and rabbits of every kind entered in the livestock judging contests. And the people! There were people everywhere, moving, talking, eating, participating in the activities! Tristan found himself checking out many of the teenage guys, wishing he could get lucky and see what some of them were packing beneath their pants. David was the tour guide, as he had attended the county fair for a couple of years.
The demolition derby was a "smashing affair"! Fifteen cars and their drivers did their utmost to smash into another contestant's car and disable it. There were non-stop crashes--at times an unlucky car would be hit from three directions at the same time! Finally, after much noise and dust, there was only one car still moving.
After the wrecks were towed away, there was another demolition derby--only this time with old combines! If that wasn't a sight! Four old combines of various colors--red, orange, green, and yellow--entered the arena and began the battle of behemoths! It was exciting and scary! One combine was tipped over and the crowd held its collective breath until it was discovered that the operator was not hurt. Eventually, only the red combine was still operational--dented and bashed but still moving.
By now it was late afternoon and the boys were anxious to ride the attractions of the carnival. They stood in line to buy wristbands for unlimited rides and then they were ready! They rode every ride but returned time after time to those that went the fastest and pulled your body in all directions.
It was great...until Tristan got sick. He had tried to ignore his upset stomach and keep up to David for the several rides until the last one that took them around and upside in a fast circle time after time. That did it! Tristan lost the contents of his stomach and unavoidably it landed all over his front! His stomach hurt bad, his head hurt bad, and his surroundings wouldn't keep still. He was so embarrassed.
"Oh God, David, I'm so sick", moaned Tristan. "Help me back to the truck--I've got to wash off and lay down." He started to drunkenly stagger towards the truck.
They made better progress when David grabbed Tristan's arm to steady him as they walked. Tristan was a mess! First thing they did when they got back to the truck was find a hose and rinse off Tristan's clothes. Tristan rinsed his mouth too and took several swallows of the cold water, hoping it would help settle his stomach. In moments that came back up too. In the meantime David had spread a tarp that was in the truck on the grass in the shade. He helped Tristan lay down on it. That was a little better, at least when Tristan shut his eyes the world quit moving.
"I'm going to find Grandpa and Grandma," David said anxiously. "Is there anything else you need before I leave?"
"No, just hurry back," was the barely audible reply.
David left running to find his grandparents. Maybe they would know what to do for Tristan! It took several minutes of searching by David for him to find his grandparents. They hurried back to the truck and David worried while his grandparents talked with Tristan. They decided it was a very bad case of motion sickness since David ate the same foods and wasn't sick and Tristan told them he would get car sick when he was small.
They loaded everything up and headed for home. Despite the rinsing Tristan's clothes received, they still reeked and they drove home with the windows wide open. Tristan leaned against David the entire trip home with his eyes closed--he couldn't stand to see any motion. Once they arrived back at the farm, David walked with Tristan up to the house and got him in the bathroom. David got some clean clothes from the bedroom and a towel for Tristan before leaving to help Grandpa unload. "Try to take a shower while I go help Grandpa," David suggested.
"OK, but I'm still dizzy. You better come back in when you're done in case I need more help."
"Sure, won't be long."
Tristan slowly began stripping off his clothes. His socks were no problem and he got his shirt off. Taking off his pants was another matter. Whenever he stood up, he would lose his balance--it was slow going to get his pants off completely. Finally, he had to sit on the toilet to finish. He carefully climbed into the shower, balancing himself with one arm to keep the dizziness from overwhelming him. He turned on the water and got the temperature adjusted.
He stood in the shower and let the warm water rinse some of the remaining odor from his front. He tried to wet his hair but as soon as he bent his head the room would spin. He washed himself the best he could with one hand but it wasn't too effective.
The bathroom door opened and David stuck his head in. "You doing OK?"
"Not really, I can't wash my hair without getting real dizzy and I have to hold myself steady with one hand all the time."
"Want some help then?"
"Yeah, would you mind?"
"No, I'll be right there."
In a few moments David was naked and climbing in the shower behind Tristan. "Ready to try washing your hair?"
"Maybe if you could slowly move my head under the water while I hold myself steady with both hands."
That seemed to work. David was able to shampoo Tristan's hair without any mishap. It was an instant replay of yesterday's shower! David had to move back from Tristan so he wouldn't rub his hard cock into Tristan. Then David tilted Tristan's head down to help him rinse it and it happened! Tristan lurched with dizziness and it pushed his nausea over the limit. Tristan began to retch with dry heaves, one after another. His hardon wilted and David grabbed with both arms around Tristan, helping support and steady him until he was able to recover his equilibrium.
"Oh man, that was awful," groaned Tristan. "I've never been sick like this before. Let's finish and get me out of here. I need to lay down."
David quickly soaped Tristan's body to remove the lingering odor of vomit. He did so wishing he and Tristan could be enjoying it like they were yesterday. Here he was, washing Tristan's entire body like it was his own, feeling the shape and texture of Tristan's body everywhere! Tristan didn't respond when David soaped his crotch except to say weakly, "You can do more of that another time, man. I'll take an IOU."
David helped Tristan dry and get dressed in his pajamas and robe. They headed straight for the bedroom, slowly making their way up the stairs. Tristan ever so slowly laid down and asked, "I'm so thirsty, could you get me some water please?"
"Sure," was the quick reply. David was back with a cool drink before Tristan even knew it. "Grandma says to sip this slowly and you can have more if you want some."
"What is it?"
"Just some weak orange drink."
Tristan leaned out of the bed a little and sipped from the glass. "Yeah, thanks. I was so thirsty. I think I'll go to sleep. You will sleep in here tonight won't you?"
"Yeah, as long as you won't puke on me," laughed David.
"I think you're safe now. Good night."
"Sleep good-I'll be in later."
Tristan woke briefly when David climbed into the bed.
"How ya feeling?" asked David.
"Mmm..., better, I think," was the drowsy reply. Tristan lifted his head to squint at David. "Whoa, still a little dizzy." Tristan reached over and grabbed David's arm. "It helps if I can hold on to something," he explained.
"OK, take it easy and go back to sleep then," David said as he patted Tristan's arm. Tristan smiled a little with his eyes closed and nestled back into his pillow. Tristan's face seemed to be a little pale yet despite his suntan. David laid there looking at Tristan and thinking about the unforeseen turn their day of fun had taken. He was so worried when Tristan had gotten sick--he had no experience with motion sickness and the lingering effects it was having on Tristan.
As he looked at Tristan his emotions kept growing, and he became acutely aware of the fact that Tristan was very important to him. Not only that, but he couldn't help but remember what it felt like to be touching Tristan's body and to have Tristan's big cock gliding through his hands. Those thoughts and the nearness of Tristan created a pulsing stimulation in his cock. His sexual urges were building since he had no release for nearly two days. Reaching over, he pulled Tristan closer.
Tristan moved in his sleep and adjusted his legs, putting a knee between David's legs. David cautiously rubbed his boner against Tristan's leg, his hard cock sliding against his soft boxers and Tristan's leg. Before his hard cock demanded the fulfillment of orgasm David thought he'd better quit and laid still, one arm around Tristan. Soon both of them were sleeping the deep sleep of youth, David's chin resting against the top of Tristan's head, bodies intertwined.