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Farmboy Foolin', Part 3

by Billy Jay


Jim O'Brian stood behind his wife on their farmhouse porch with his arms wrapped warmly around her, rocking the two of them gently side to side. After 30 years of almost non-stop labor they saw in their family and abroad their hundreds of acres of well-tended farmland something that filled them with deep joy. The pleasure of this particular morning's snuggle on the porch was knocked off a little from what it could have been because they were both doing a little benign parental spying. From the corner of their eyes, away across the yard, they could see their son Ned giving Lester, the summer hire, an informal orientation to the work he'd be doing for them. Both Jim and Evelyn looked with pride at their youngest son who seemed to them to own all of the brains and good looks of his older brothers--all of whom were now off the farm. Ned's brown eyes were like the golden color of honey and they were set like jewels above his squared-off cheekbones. Those eyes flashed in wit or in serious concern for the people and things he loved. His crowning pleasure was in his thick brown hair which he "combed" with a towel, if at all. Wayward locks of hair for the ever-wayward 'good boy.' Speaking to what they both had on their minds, Jim stopped rocking his wife and said evenly, "Those two will do alright together." Having said his piece he nuzzled his wife as he squeezed her breasts with his hands in deep affection. But, like every man who bears the stress of his life bravely, he felt an unnamable grief rise suddenly in him, briefly wetting his eyes unbeknownst to Evelyn. Was its cause in the fact that he had uttered the unmentionable truth in his gentle and unintended double entendre? They both knew their son was gay and struggling to come out. Maybe some parents would raise the matter in order to help, but both Jim and Evelyn knew their son's dignity was at stake and they would not intrude like that. Their worry was that they had intruded inadvertently: They had hired Lester to work with Ned this summer and Lester was plainly struggling to own up to and be proud of his gayness. Evelyn lay back against her husband's still strong body to let him know he was "the man", the stud who put his all into frequent and intense sexual coupling throughout their marriage. His manliness and pleasure in her had made their marriage durable, their lives successful. He spilled his seed deep into her and she worked it, giving him five boys, everyone of them a stud like him. "Honey, you're right--they'll do all right working the farm, but about the other thing, I don't know.... I wish we could do something to make it easier for those kids." "Just love 'em and keep 'em busy. The rest will just take care of itself." In an attempt to take a really good look at her boy, Evelyn squinted against the rising sun. Thinking that she saw her son moving confidently in his new role as a kind of de facto foreman put her at ease. Then, seeing that it was time to get off to the doctor she and Jim hurried to get ready, so they wouldn't be late. Ned was trying to do the job right. As he and Les walked in and around the farm buildings talking about crop rotation and planting times there were, however awkward stops in their talk, especially when they got into corners where they were not able to be seen. In their eyes were frank and lusty urges that they could hardly bear. They were, at these times, like desert dust devils whirling erratically here and there. There was a visceral feeling in their guts that you get when fear rises up to whited-out terror. And yet, though the feeling was one of terror, it got printed out in their brains as white-hot desire. So, while Ned's father and mother looked on with a reasonable concern for the plight of these young men, they really had no idea how badly each of them was being ripped up. In a culture that is at the same time overly permissive and extremely sexually repressive you get kids like these who are desperate. But they're desperate about a huge nothing. When the day comes when people see sex as just a common pleasure and a common trouble--like eating or taking a satisfying piss--then stories like this will be a period piece, hard to understand. The boys were brought out of one of their sex-charged moments by the sound of Ned's dad honking the horn of his car to let them know that they were off for the day. There was, however, no relief when the parents were gone: not for Ned. He was reminded of his dad's orders to him and specifically his father's caution about the bib overalls that they were wearing. So while Les continued to flirt with him, Ned was sunk in something he'd rather not have to deal with. This morning, while Les was filling out his tax forms, Ned was pulled aside by his father for a word about the overalls and now Ned just took a deep breath and, honoring the truth of what his father said, he let Les know the story. "Les, I just remembered something Dad said we have to do--you'll know it's true. We can't be wearing these bib overalls 'cause they're a safety hazard around the machinery here. He said he'd fire us both if we got within twenty feet of a tractor wearing these duds, so we're going ta have ta change into regular jeans with no loops or straps that could catch in a machine." This threw Les for a second, but he knew he was baiting trouble-wearing pants that just about hung on his ass. "Geez, these are all I brought." "What do ya' wear, size 33 or 34? You can borrow some of mine or pick from what my brothers left behind, but we gotta change now before we get started." Les knew Ned wanted to get him out of his pants, but he never thought that he'd be asked to step out of his overalls to fit himself into somebody else's tight jeans by edict from Ned's father. He decided that he'd feel more comfortable wearing his brother's old jeans and so, with this agreed to, they headed to the farmhouse where they'd get naked, but in separate rooms.... As they were headed up the back stairs, Les was following Ned and thinking about how naked Ned was under those ample overalls. Ned's firm smooth flesh invited Les's eyes into a dark void and dreams of the wonders of the flesh, so near and damn, if he only had the courage to touch it, they'd be home free. To be continued.

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Andanda's Way

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Farmboy Foolin', Part 1

Sitting on the edge of his chair at the kitchen table, Ned's right leg was bouncing rapidly and as he leaned over the table his muscular arms encircled the bowl of Cheerios he was spooning into himself while he gazed blankly at the sports page. Baseball season was in its early days and he liked seeing photos of the players in their tight pants more than he liked the game.

Farmboy Foolin', Part 2

Whoever said it was OK for guys to be gay? Dumb question. But not for Ned. And Lord knows this dumb question must be around--it's rare for dumb questions to exist isolated in only one individual. That would be genius, wouldn't it? No this dumb, right-on question that was aching inside Ned was in Lester's gut, too. In Ned, whose unrealized vagrant sexuality was throwing the furniture

Farmboy Foolin', Part 3

Jim O'Brian stood behind his wife on their farmhouse porch with his arms wrapped warmly around her, rocking the two of them gently side to side. After 30 years of almost non-stop labor they saw in their family and abroad their hundreds of acres of well-tended farmland something that filled them with deep joy. The pleasure of this particular morning's snuggle on the porch was knocked

Farmboy Foolin', Part 4

At puberty a boy's eyes grow. His first intentional ejaculation with its bracing horror and glazed trance of dilated pupils fixed to his hard dick is a once-in-a-lifetime experience that triggers every shaggy rocketing of cum from then on. He is awarded a hot body--a hot body with more erections than a field of weeds. This morning on the farm Ned and Les were hot-wired to get back

Farmboy Foolin', Part 5

Les was certain as any virgin boy could be that he could tease and seduce Ned just by fitting himself into a perfect pair of cock-and-ass jeans. Seeing himself in them got him to feeling like a rooster and he let out one hell of a Rebel Yell to let the world know he was ready to let ride, oh yeah, Sally, oh yeah, RIDE! But it was that yell that jumped out of him that brought Ned

Farmboy Foolin', Part 6

Back when Ned was in the 10th grade at McFarland High, he tried doing something that gave him a lasting scare. He had seen the way Lonnie, the class queer, walked and Ned, who had just admitted to himself that he was gay, wanted to try walking like Lonnie to see what it was all about. He picked a place where nobody could see him and in a few minutes he had it down: he could walk as

Farmboy Foolin', Part 7

"Did ya swallow it?" Les looked up at Ned with a sly look, his mouth partly open. At each corner of his wide mouth were small streams of cum and you could see on his tongue a little lacey evidence of the creaming he had gotten from Ned. But he stuck his tongue way out the way a kid does and said, Yeth, I-think-I-god-eth-awe." Then, to drive his joke home he switched to a mock snob

Farmboy Foolin', Part 8

Ned's eyes popped open when he felt his dick getting hard again. He had been having a dream that he was a trapeze artist and that he was coupled with Les high in the circus tent having sex, and the excitement was derived from their swinging so high with a degree of pride that was above all fear of death. The high-flying dream of sexual prowess worked on his recumbent cock and, with

Farmboy Foolin', Part 9

Les left Ned's hot embrace and scampered to the bathroom to prep his ass so that Ned could do everything to him that comes with a good fucking--his first. Their first. Ned was left alone in a highly aroused condition. Even without an aching hard-on he hated being apart from Les. He picked up Lester's bib overalls from the floor and went through his buddy's pockets to find the condoms

Farmboy Foolin', Part10

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Farmboy Foolin', Part11

Two naked lovers jostled one another intentionally in the hall as they made their way to the shower. Ned pushed and tickled Les and Les came back laughing with his own poking finger. They were making some headway towards the shower the way Daffy Duck of cartoon fame made headway--bouncing off walls. Les took up the goofy thing and turned the tables on Ned, pushing him up against the

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Fratboy High Rollers

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Mac Had A Switch

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My First Time Doing Phone Sex

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