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Farmboy Foolin', Part 9

by Billy Jay


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 Les said were there. His anger at being left alone was lessened by the enjoyment of going through another man's pants, especially these jeans, which Les had used so effectively to show off his ass and cause Ned to come on to him. Ned found two different condoms deep in the left front pocket of the overalls. One was a standard ribbed condom and the other was a ribbed Extra Large. Certain that his wrist-thick cock would require him to use the Extra Large, Ned nevertheless called out to Les, "Regular or Extra Large?" At just that instant Les had turned on the shower and didn't hear Ned, so Ned shouted out over the sound of the shower, "Regular or Extra Large?!" Les yelled back, Extra Large! Extra--Ohhh!!--Large!" Ned heard the "Ohhh!!" part loud and clear. The excitement that Les was showing got him going. This was a call to come and fuck him right in the shower! Ned put the condom between his ass cheeks and quickly checked his equipment out: He spread his legs wide apart bending them a little at the knee and then he took all his ten fingers and let them play up and down from his balls to the tip of his cock. The boy had a hard-on that was set to go. It was flared and extra sensitive at all its pleasure points. Farm boy #1 had a huge ragged corn stalk of a cock. King Kong cock! Ned coughed out his own "Ohhh!!" in anticipation as he floated his cock towards Les. Ned's racing brain caught upon a fantasy or two as he moved those dozen feet to the john. He imagined himself grabbing Les out of the shower and throwing him, spread-eagled, up against the bathroom wall so that he could impale Les upon his huge cock and fuck his brains out. Blotting that out of his mind another picture entered less brutal and maybe more fun--he saw Les in bed with his hands and feet fettered to the bed posts begging Ned to fuck him, writhing to get loose, but at the mercy of Ned's desires.... All these X-rated fantasies disappeared as soon as Ned saw Les in the shower--he was using Ned's own wash rag to lather up and clean his glory hole. They looked at each other's baseball bat size cocks and with a bit of tongue showing the lust that their eyes exclaimed everything was hot and go-for-it. Les said, "Get in with me." As soon as Ned stepped into the porcelain tub-shower he, too, said, "Ohhh!!" for the same reason Les had said it--the shower water was cold! It was cold to cool a guy off and cold to stimulate a guy's sex. Les didn't want to lose his hard-on in a sleepy warm shower. Ned pulled the condom from his ass crack and put it on the tub's ledge, immediately wrapping as much of himself around Les as was possible. He then took the wash rag from Les and used it to stimulate Les's nipples while he allowed his cock to find a resting-place in Les's crack. They slipped their wet bodies around one another finding great places to kiss and suck. And at Ned's turn under the shower head, he, too, yelled "Ohhh!!" But he enjoyed the cold water's work, which brought his balls to ache enticingly. They were really turned on to each other. No fantasies. Les was turned on by Ned and vise versa. Just the sex will do it. They toweled each other off, making sure to take extra care to just pat dry each other's cock. Ned then just took Les by the hand and led him to his own bedroom--he wanted to fuck in his own bed, his own always unmade bed, whose odor was that of a vigorous eighteen year old. It was mid-morning now and the room was filled with light from breezy open windows on three walls. Cropland was the view if your lover wasn't standing in front of you to distract you with another of nature's wonders. Les standing face to face with Ned threw the condom onto the bed without removing his eyes from him. Stopped as they were, something special had to happen. What happened was a mistake. Certainly it was something unexpected. Ned took Lester's left hand and placed it around his erect cock and he took Lester's cock in hand. Then standing so close their breath could be felt on the other's cheek, Ned asked Les this question: "Do you love me?" Les was shaken by the question. He just looked into Ned's eyes and slowly, imperceptibly, shook his head "no" in a movement that linked directly to the distress in his eyes to spell out to Ned the utter disbelief at what had been asked. It was Ned's turn to be shaken: He went to moist eyes, which he then averted from Lester's grief and the both of them let go of each other's cocks. Les acted quickly to save his man. Ned was grabbed up by Les who said, "Yes, you fuck, I love you big time. He then kissed Ned so passionately that sweat popped out of each of them. This kiss was taken up by Ned, now certain not just of Les, but of himself. Cocks poked into each guy's abdomen as Ned lay Les down on the bed, following him down and aiming his cock at Les's glory hole. In the light of this glorious morning, with the last of the morning breezes playing on them, Les said the last words that made any sense: "Fuck me, man. I want it, so give it to me hard. Fuck me!" Ned grabbed the pillow from under Les's head and doubled it over as he placed it under his lover's hips. He then went down between Les's wide open legs and licked his hole with such intensity that Les began to utter obscenities and weird moans of utter pleasure. He couldn't believe what a rim job could do. He moved his ass to get everything Ned could do. Ned loved Les and he went beyond just being good to his man. Then fingers took the boy further and then further still to where he was bucking even before Ned laid his cock to him. Heavy breathing all round and Ned's slobber to slick the glory hole. Ned finally put it to him and with all his senses heightened Les felt fear at what was about to happen. But then, feeling the weight of Ned upon him and the power of his organ at his ass, he got control of himself. Ned knew he had to say something to help Les through this crisis. In a heavy stage whisper he said into Les's ear "I want you! I need you! I'm gonna f---" Les broke across what Ned was babbling and said it for him: "You're gonna fuck me! And hard!!" Ned made a spit-lubricated plunge into Les's ass and Les screamed in pain. But he pulled Ned tight to him and said, "It's good, man!!" They bucked and fucked together letting it build castles and pleasure domes for them. Gliding cock and great ass work brought them all the spiking pleasures of this carnal action together. But it really only lasts a little while and then the mighty cum demands its right to fly along with the fuckers. When the urgent point hit in Ned's balls he froze for half a second signaling Les it was about to happen. Les croaked up one word, "Give!" and Ned blew streams of unprotected cum deep in the grateful bowels of his satisfied lover. Instantly Les's cock issued forth its jolt of jism, followed by more and more spasms of rich cream, his seed flowing upon them both. Cum was spilt as cum should be spilt, in love's delirium. They rested in this bonding spell in silence for quite a while. The blessing of the Lord. To be continued. jimhart42@aol.com

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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

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Farmboy Foolin', Part 7

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Farmboy Foolin', Part 8

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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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