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Just Farmboys
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Just Farmboys Section 1&2
I grew up on a large farm in the middle of the bible belt in East Texas.
My family rasied horses and we lived far out of town, so naturally, the
kids in my area all became VERY close. I mean, when you go all of summer
break without seeing any of the other kids from school, you get to know
your friends pretty darn well. Needless to say, when we weren't working,
cause there was always hay to move or horses and cows to feed, we really
set out to enjoy our selves. It all was really great from a 12 yr old
with a budding libido and a dick that seemed ready to leap out of his
pants at the drop of a hat. My best friend joey always said that my dick
payed more attention to him than I did, which at that time was very true,
cause joey was really hot. Not that I was a troll myself. At 12 I had
about a 5 inch dick which was attached to a small muscular body. Life on
a horse ranch is a blast, but it's also a lot of work. We would usually
work from 6:00 in the morning to 8:00 in the evening with only a short
break for dinner and then supper that night when work was done. (Lunch in
a yank term...we have breakfast, dinner, and supper) Thanks to the
rigerous exercise we put ourselves though every day, our bodies were
developed to the point of godhood. WE weren't bulky or distasefully big,
rather we were built like panthers: lean and strong without a lot of bulk
to make us look chunky. I had dark black hair that always seemed to get
into my eyes..joey on the other hand was a true blond with a cute
sprinkling of blond hairs around the base of his dick...very cute. I
guess it all started on day after we had just finished unloading a load
of hay into the barn. I had been noticing joey all day, but I could n't
put a finger on what was different about him. At first I thought it
might have been his hair...it looked a bit shorter than usual, but then I
decided that was probably just the sweat and dust weighing it down, then
I noticed what was different about Joey...it was his eyes...they had been
on my crotch and butt all day. Every time I bent over to haul another
bale of hay over to the stack, his eyes were glued to my sweaty form
fitting faded blue wranglers though which it was quite easy to make out
the outline of my tight boyish ass. Then I noticed his crotch...my
god...it was like a tent...he had to be unconfortable working with those
tight jeans restricting his cock like that. Well, we finshed all the
hay and I was just about to get the gate to move the truck back out of
the barn when Joey said, "hey, Theo, let's take a break a few minutes
before we go back to the hay patch." "Sure", I said. "I could use a
coke anyway" So we went to the ice box a dug out a couple of Sam's colas
and sat down together on the hay. Joey took off his shirt and folded it
behind his head as he lay down staring up at the rafters where an owl was
thinking about making a nest. I watched his well developed chest rise
and fall with each breath as a single bead of sweat disappeared in to the
waist of his jeans. As I glanced at his crotch I felt my own cock making
it's presence known. Just as I reached down to adjust my crotch, I
realized that Joey was about to say something. "So" Joey said, rather
non chalantly, "your parents are going to be gone at the horse show until
tomorrow right?" "Yeah", I said, wondering where he was going with this,
"they're going to spend the night with Aunt Edna in Houston to save motel
fair and then come back in hte morning...it's just too far to drive tonight."
Joey nodded and said,"yeah, I figured something like that...so, can I
spend the night?" "Don't you need to call your mom and check with her?"
I asked, knowing that Joey's mom didn't get off work until late. "Nah, I
already asked her and she said it was kewl." Joey said, glancing at me
to gage my reaction. He must have liked what he saw because he suddenly
jumped on top of me and began one of our famous hay wrestling matched.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, my shirt got ripped off and his pants
got unzipped. We rollled off the top layer of hay and landed in a pile
of young arms and legs in the fluffy hay at the bottom of the pile. I
landed on top of Joey and we were face to face. Very dileberately he
stayed on top of me letting his sweat mingle with mine as his green eyes
stared into my blue ones. I saw there a lust, a passion, that matched my
own desires for my best friend. Very slowly and carefully I pressed my
lips against his and slid my tongue into his mouth. His hands grabbed my
head and held my mouth glued to his as my hands slid carefully into his
loosened pants finding that young toool of his. He gasped as I wrapped
my hand around it and gave it a tender jerk. "Oh gosh, I want this so
bad" he whispered. "me too" I said, "but now we've got to get back to
work..it's getting late and we've still got a lot of work to do this
evening. Reluctantly we got off each other and pullled ourselves into
some semblance of order. My shirt was irevokabley riped and he had hay
in his underwear, but other than that we each were fine except for two
roaring boners and a hugh frigging butterfly in my stomach.
Section 2
Later that evening Joey and I drug ourselves into the Laundry room of my
house. Pops had to build a special door there from the tack room so that
we could leave all our dirty stuff there before entering the house. Mom
didn't allow muddy ropers any further than the tack room, so we stripped
off our jeans and shirts and went into the kitchen in our briefs. I wore
my favorite red ones, which joey's white ones clung damp with sweat to
his firm young cheeks. "Moms left us some hotdogs" I said, " and there's
a pizza in the fridge that just needs baking." "Kewl", Joey said, "nuke
the dogs and put the pizza in the oven, and when we finsh our showers
they'll be done." "Okay, hold on just a minute." I got everything in
and the we raced up the stairs to the shower my sister and I shared. We
stripped off our underwear and jumped into the shower toghether giggeling
the entire time. As the shower pounded down on our tired young bodies I
felt myself getting hard again. Joey noticed and his little dick jumped
in responce. Soon we both had roaring hardons and the cold shower we
were enjoying just seemed to have gotten quite a bit hotter. I reached
down and took a hold of his dick jacking it very carefully back and
forth..it was fully hard and about four inches now. He moaned and I felt
his strong young hand tenderly grab my own rod and set to bringing me to
full erection. His other hand was teasing my balls while I ran my other
hand under his balls past his smooth thighs and inserted a finger between
his hips to play with his tight virgin ass hole. As we kissed and jacked
and the water sprayed down on us I felt a really wierd feeling in the
base of my dick, suddenly the burning spread up my rod and with exquisite
pain and pleasure I experienced my first spend....the feeling of my hot
cum splashing onto his stomach must have excited Joey past the point of
no return because suddenly he cried out my name thrust his dick into my
groin and humped my slippery thighs as he wrapped his arms around my and
thrust his tongue into my mouth. As we finally parted and stood there
breathlessly I knew that the pizza was burning and that this was going to
be one heck of a night.
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