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The Farm
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"THE FARM"
The following story contains scenes of sex, and involves
sexual situations between adult men and boys, and
between minor boys. If you, or your community
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Ishmael Wilkins
The Farm
Part Two
The boy's voices could still be heard talking. The oldest
of them lifted himself up onto an elbow and seemed to be
talking to the others. He laid back down again, and
draped one of his arms back over his eyes. His other
arm, however, began to move. I took aim with my
camera, thinking that something was about to happen. I
was not wrong.
The oldest boy ran his hand over his genitals a few
times, and within seconds his penis began to grow. I
managed to capture on film various stages of his
growth. When he was satisfied that he was hard enough,
he began to run his hand up and down his erection. The
other boys were turned towards him, watching as he
played with himself. Little by little, the other boys
began to grow hard. Luckily I had another roll of film
attached to the strap of my camera, because it was time
to change it, one roll already being shot.
The other boys began fondling their penises, until a few
minutes later all of them were masturbating, including
the little guy who seemed to really be into it. I shot
nearly a full roll of the boys playing with themselves. I
was a little disappointed that they did not play with
each other's hard-ons, or get into more advanced sex,
but perhaps they would in the future.
One by one the boys reached climax, and stopped
rubbing themselves. I watched as their little hard-ons
shrunk back down into the little boy dicks which had
been waggling around while they were playing.
Eventually the boys became alive again, and after a
little play wrestling, during which a great amount of
"innocent" rubbing off on each other took place, they
got up and dressed, and headed away from the stream
down a path which ran through the back of my
property.
I went back to the house pleased with what I had
witnessed. I decided that I would not disturb them in
any way, but that I would make sure that I would listen
for them each day, and would have my camera ready.
I went back to the house and began to unpack my
developing equipment. I decided that if they boys played
their often, I would soon have to begin developing all of
the film that I would shoot. It was great to be able to
photograph boys playing, unaware that they were being
photographed. There was something innocent, fresh,
and cute to it.
About two hours later I had my make-shift darkroom
settled. I decided that I would develop the film that
night. I puttered around the house for a while,
arranging things. After lunch, I decided to climb back to
my observation post and see if anything was going on at
the pond. I almost forgot to take my camera, and
grabbed it last minute. I did not want to miss capturing
anything on film.
Things were quiet when I looked out over the stream. I
sat there for a few minutes, hoping that the kids would
come back again. I caught something out of the corner of
my eye, and at first was not sure that it was actually
something. Off to the far right I had seen the bushes
move a bit. I listened carefully, but I could not hear any
voices. A few minutes later the bushes moved again.
Either there was someone there, or an animal was on
the prowl.
I did not have a good vantage point into the area. The
loading door to the loft was too far left. I looked down
the inside of the loft, trying to see if there were
another vantage point closer to that area. I walked down
the end of the loft, and noticed that the boards were not
set too tight together. I could see out of a few spots. I
moved closer so that I could look out. Finally I saw
something. I could see what looked like a boy off in a
small cleaning area surrounded by shrubs.
I pulled on the board a little, and was pleased to see that
it came loose easily. I was able to pull it away from the
wall far enough so that I could fit my camera lens
through easily. I trained the lens on the area in which I
had saw the boy, and began searching. I finally found
him. He was wandering around a small clearing area. It
looked like a typical boy fort area, a little opening
surrounded by shrubs and bushes.
The boy looked to be about eleven or twelve. He was
shirtless, and wore short pants. He had his shirt tied
around his waist. He turned, and seemed to be talking to
someone, but I could not see anyone else for a few more
minutes. Finally, the second person came into view. I
was not sure if it were a boy or girl, but it was obvious
that the second kid there was much younger than the
boy.
Eventually the two sat down and seemed to be deep in
conversation. I got my first look at the second child. I
was still not quite sure of the child's sex, but it was
obvious that the child was younger. I estimated
somewhere between seven and nine.
After a few minutes talking, the boy moved closer to the
child. He put his arms around the child, and the child
pulled away at first. The boy continued to talk to the
child, and eventually the child allowed him to put his
arms around him.
There was a little more talk, a few hugs, and some
cuddling. I knew that something was about to happen,
and so I started recording it all on film. I decided in my
mind that the second child was a boy. Although too young
to tell, when the older boy took the shirt off of the
younger one, it looked like the chest of a boy.
The older boy began running his hands over the chest
and stomach of the younger child. When he convinced
the child to lay back on the grass, my camera was
ready. I knew that I would find out the sex of the child
shortly. I could clearly see the bulge in the shorts of
the older boy. He was horny, and he was making serious
moves on the younger child.
The boy kissed the child, first on the face and then, on
the lips. He lowered his head to the child's chest and
began kissing and licking away. Within seconds he was
licking away on the child's nipples. I knew, for a fact,
that boys suck other boys nipples during sex-play, and
so the sex of the second child was still not known for
sure.
The boy moved his mouth down to the child's stomach,
while his hand caressed the outside of the child's short
pants. I knew that it would not be long. The boy moved
so that he was in front of the child, which blocked my
view. I moved to another opening, but my view was still
blocked. I could see that the boy was pulling down the
child's pants, and I wanted to capture it, but there was
no opening.
The boy pulled the child's pants down and then reached
behind him to push them further down the child's legs.
He slid himself down a bit and lowered his head back to
the child's stomach. I photographed him as his head
moved down further, until it was obvious that his
mouth was at the child's genitals. He moved his head
around wildly as he worked away at the child's genitals.
It still was not certain if he were sucking a small
penis, or licking a vagina. Not knowing was driving me
mad.
Finally the older boy was too hot to hold off any longer.
He began to move off the child and stand up. As he stood
up, his hands reached for his short pants. He was
getting ready to take them off. I trained my lens on the
area where the child's genitals would soon appear, and
was ready to click away.
The moment of truth finally arrived. As the boy's body
left the child's, the genitals came into view. As my
shutter clicked away, into view came a small, hairless
vagina. The boy was fooling around with a little girl. I
had to admit, as I clicked away, that the girl was cute. It
was no wonder that the boy was so worked up over her.
END PART TWO
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