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 (c)1999, all rights reserved. Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or publication.
BOYS ON THE FARM.
Day Eight.
It was one of those nights when it seemed like morning would never come but when it arrived it was way too soon! David and Tristan did not sleep well as a wall of silence had developed between them. When Grandpa came to wake them he found the boys sleeping apart with their backs to one another. 'That looks normal but Grandma says there is something wrong between those two. I think I'll keep them apart today. Maybe they have been spending too much time together.'
"BOYS, ITS TIME TO GET UP. REMEMBER YOU SAID YOU WOULD HELP ME THIS MORNING."
"Mmmmpph" went David into his pillow. Tristan cracked his eyes open and squinted at Grandpa--his face puffy with sleepiness. "What time is it?" he asked.
"Seven o'clock and time to get the day started. Get up now so you can eat the breakfast Grandma has ready for you."
The boys slowly climbed out of the bed and started dressing. Tristan glanced over to David to find that David had his back turned to him! A wave of sorrow and pain went through Tristan's guts. Silently they finished dressing and went downstairs to eat. Grandpa was already outside getting things ready for the day's work.
"What is it with the men in this house today?" Grandma asked. "Every last one of you look so depressed! At least Grandpa has some excuse--he's the one that is going to his longtime friend's funeral on Wednesday."
"I guess I'm still tired," said David.
"Yeah, me too," Tristan quickly affirmed.
"Well, don't let Grandpa's quiet mood get to you--he just feels the loss of Obert and needs to get over his grief."
The boys ate quietly for a bit before Tristan asked a question of Grandma. "Were Grandpa and Obert really good friends?"
"Yes hon', they were. They grew up and went to school together. After that they were in the National Guard in the same unit. Then they both got married and took over the family farms and we have done so many things with them over the years. You could always count on Obert to see the humor in any situation--he was so much fun!"
"Oh, so Grandpa is grieving because he misses Obert?"
"Well, yes and no. He does miss Obert but I think he wishes he could have done more for him while he was sick. It's hard to see someone you love suffer and cancer is such a terrible sickness! Also, Grandpa never got a chance to say goodbye to Obert."
Tristan stole a glance over at David. David met his eyes briefly and then looked over at Grandma. With an inquisitive look that hid his intense interest David asked, "Grandma, what did you mean when you said that Grandpa 'loved' Obert? Guys aren't supposed to 'love' guys--that's gay and Grandpa isn't gay!"
"Oh goodness, you're right about that. Grandpa isn't gay. Let me see...how can I explain it to you boys. Well, there is love between a man and woman, and there is the love that is shared between parents and children. You boys know that, don't you?
"Umm hmm". "Yeah."
"But love can go beyond those relationships. If we say love is a special feeling of closeness and caring for another person, than you can 'love' anyone. Also you can use the word 'love' to describe acts of caring, compassion, and self-sacrifice even though there may not be a personal relationship involved. I think too many people today confuse love with sex...maybe that is the reason why there are so many divorces and failed relationships."
"Yeah, my parents divorced a few years ago," Tristan said quietly and then he added. "I miss my mom but my dad takes good care of me. "
"Oh hon', I'm sorry if I brought up something I shouldn't have."
"That's OK. I was thinking though. It must be hard to say goodbye to someone who is dying."
"Oh yes, it is. But it is so very important. Like Grandpa, I know other people who haven't wanted to do it because it is hard to do. They keep putting it off and time keeps passing by. They don't tell people that they love them and they don't say goodbye to their loved ones when they should and before they know it, it's too late and they never get the chance to do it. Then they grieve even more because they missed their chance and it's a grief that never really goes away entirely."
By now Grandma had given them plenty to digest mentally as well and the boys finished their breakfast. When they went outdoors they found that a southerly wind was already blowing at least 15 miles an hour and clouds were forming in the sky.
"Look, David! Grandpa is hitching Ace to the mower-won't that be great to watch-I bet Ace can pull that mower all day and never get tired!" Ace was busy eating all of the fresh grass he could reach while Grandpa was moving around him getting all the leather straps attached and adjusted just so.
"Yeah, let's go seem them-remember, we can't run up to them." The boys helped Grandpa finish hitching Ace up and with a 'Giddup' from Grandpa Ace was pulling the mower. Ace's leg and rump muscles bulged and moved beneath his skin as he pulled the mower. The boys followed them as they began cutting the grass along the road. The mower whirred through the grass, making it topple back to lay on the ground. After a couple of trips, the boys were getting bored and Grandpa was ready for them. "While I finish cutting the grass along the road would you boys mow the lawn? The rain last week had made the grass spring up and it needs mowing again."
"Sure." "OK".
The men, young and old, spent the morning cutting grass and trimming around the buildings. The boys worked without talking much, switching places from riding mower to push mower about every half hour. Tristan kept waiting for David to talk to him about anything but the silence continued and Tristan begun to feel emotional pain from the loss of their closeness.
As the morning went on and the temperature rose the wind continued to blow. By noon it blowing steadily from the south about 25 miles an hour and was gusting up to 30. It was the kind of wind that wore the nerves. The boys helped Grandpa unhitch Ace from the mower and put the harness away when they were finished mowing towards noon. "How would you boys like to drive tractor this afternoon?" Grandpa asked as they were finishing. "David can summer fallow next to the hay field while Tristan and I haul hay bales. But first we have some lunch and I'll catch a little nap."
"Really?" "Super!"
The boys made a dash for the house, their tiredness from mowing forgotten. It was a relief to go inside for lunch and to get out of the wind for a while. Grandma had made a fantastic lunch--homemade tomato soup with fresh buns and sandwich meats. It was delicious!
"These are the best buns I have ever eaten in my life!" Tristan exclaimed after his first bite.
"Thank you, Tristan. I've been baking buns today so I could take some over for Obert's funeral. Have as many as you want."
Grandpa had a short nap after lunch so the boys headed out to the barn. Tristan began carving his name into the wood--he was determined to do that before his stay at the farm was finished! David got the big push broom and idly swept the center alley of the barn for the lack of anything better to do. He still didn't know how to handle his feelings towards Tristan and wished he knew how to get their friendship back on course. By now he noticed Tristan acting differently-- here he was out in the barn, carving his name and ignoring David completely. David began to wonder if he was mistaken about his feelings for Tristan. After all, if Tristan really 'loved' him, couldn't he see David was confused and wouldn't he wait for David to sort his feelings out? And Grandma talking about love this morning-did she know about him and Tristan or what?
The afternoon passed by swiftly, each boy in charge of a tractor and doing a man's work. David pulled a 24 foot cultivator and took pride in turning a field full of weeds into freshly tilled earth. The big red tractor poured out a steady stream of black diesel smoke as David drove it back and forth. It was a dirty job with the wind blowing and as David stirred up the dirt the wind blew it back at him when he was driving south. He could see Tristan and Grandpa in the hay field next to him hauling bales. While David drove the tractor he was busy thinking about Tristan and what Grandma had said that morning. He did feel close to Tristan and cared about him-and the sexual adventures they had were awesome. Maybe it was OK to love Tristan but he didn't have to come right out and say it, did he? By the end of the afternoon David was coated with a layer of black dirt--his eyes and his teeth were the only parts of his body that were clean! David didn't mind though-it was part of the job.
Tristan drove a slightly smaller tractor and pulled a trailer that Grandpa loaded with the huge round hay bales he had baled last week. As he sat waiting for Grandpa to pick up the bales with another tractor that had a loader, he would look over to where David was working. He wondered what David was thinking. Tristan tried to think what he could have done to make David mad at him. The only conclusion he could come to was that David was feeling guilty about their sex yesterday and that David was rejecting him. Could that be it?
As Grandpa loaded the bales, the wind would swirl the pieces of hay that fell off in all directions. Tristan had hay down his shirt and he could swear he even had hay in his underwear! He itched all over from that hay. But it was worth it to be able to drive a tractor all by himself around the field that afternoon.
By seven that evening they had finished and were back at the farm. Tristan laughed at the sight of David covered with dirt--he couldn't have gotten any dirtier if he had lain down and rolled in the freshly tilled field! Tristan had bits of hay sticking out of his hair and clinging to his shirt. He itched something fierce! He told David he felt like the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz!
David laughed a little but still didn't know how to respond to his feelings towards Tristan. David glanced over to Tristan and then looked away as he started to distract himself by pulling some long grass they had missed earlier that day by the windmill.
Right away Tristan's high spirits from this latest experience plummeted. His stomach felt like it had a big rock in it. He stood there for a minute feeling terrible and then decided he just had to find out what was wrong and talk to David. "Come in the barn for a second, David. I need to ask you something," he said and headed into the barn.
Without speaking, David followed.
Tristan walked over to where he had been carving his name and turned around. "What did I do, David to make you hate me?" Tristan asked with an emotional quiver in his voice. "You said I shouldn't think that but you won't talk to me, or look at me, or anything. Just tell me and then I'll call my dad to come and get me because I can't stand this anymore."
David looked up and saw Tristan's distraught face which melted the last reserves he had been trying to hang on to. He stepped over to Tristan and put both hands on his shoulders and began to whisper to him face to face His eyes spilled over with tears which made trails down his dirty face as he said. "What did you do to me? I can hardly believe what you did. Oh God, Tristan, I don't hate you, not one bit! You gave me something so precious yesterday...I will never forget it. You gave me everything you had to give without holding back--I didn't realize it until we were in the shower. I never, ever meant to hurt you, it's just that I've been so mixed up about things since then. Please don't call your dad."
Seeing David's tears made Tristan lose it too. Tears began to run down his face as he said, "It's because I love you that I have to go, David. Its ripping me up inside to want to be close to you, to touch you, and to love you but you won't let me."
"I know I haven't let you-I couldn't admit it to myself until yesterday in the shower that you loved me and that I think I might love you. Ever since then I've been so afraid of what that means. Can you understand that, Tristan? I've been trying so hard to figure things out." By now, the boys were touching foreheads, hands upon each other's shoulders, both looking down and talking from their hearts.
"David, do you really mean it-that maybe you could love me?" Tristan's heart was in his throat, wanting to believe what he just heard.
"Yeah, Tristan, but that doesn't mean I'm gay." David wasn't ready to cross that bridge-not by a long shot.
Tristan looked up into David's face. "Oh man, David, I've been so worried that you hated me and that you didn't want to be around me anymore."
"No, it's not that at all-don't worry," David said as he looked up to meet Tristan's brown eyes, brimming with tears and filled with happiness.
Tristan smiled until he thought his face would break, he was so very happy. He pulled David into a full body hug and whispered into a very dirty ear, "You won't regret it, I promise. But first I think you better clean your face up a little. You have these funny little streaks running down from your eyes."
"Yeah, whose fault is that, anyway?" David said with an answering smile and a squeeze for Tristan.
The boys ran to the water hydrant in the barn and erased some of the external evidence of their emotions. Like the water washing away the dirt on David's face, their conversation had washed away the doubts that had been accumulating over the past 24 hours. Afterwards, they went up to the house to get cleaned up and eat their evening meal. Grandma was waiting for them and shooed them into the bathroom immediately-but not before noticing that their friendship was back to normal. While the boys were showering, she was talking to Grandpa.
"Can I go first?" Tristan asked while stripping off his clothes. "I am so itchy from that hay I can hardly wait!"
"Yeah, I'll be right behind you," David replied as he carefully took his clothes off-they would leave dirt on anything and everything his clothes touched. Naked, David was a study in contrasts...areas very dark from the dirt opposed to the light colored, cleaner areas. He climbed into the shower and stood right behind Tristan, his cock touching Tristan's butt. "I'm right behind you-you ready for some shampoo?"
Tristan wiggled his butt a little. "I can tell...I'm ready for more than shampoo but I guess that should wait."
"Dude, you got that right. Here's the shampoo." David picked out a few pieces of hay out of Tristan's hair that wouldn't wash out and then scrubbed it. His reward for his efforts would come when he would use the extra shampoo suds on his hands to clean Tristan's other hair-his pubes and by now, semi-hard cock. David pressed his cock into Tristan's butt cheeks while lathering and stroking that lower region. Both boys had come to love that little extra addition to their shower!
"OK, now it's your turn," said Tristan. "Here's the shampoo for you. Close your eyes!" David did as he was instructed and could feel Tristan's cock riding high on his ass cheeks as it followed the movements of Tristan's torso. Everything felt so good-the massaging action of Tristan's fingers in his scalp, the closeness of their bodies, and the revitalized relationship! Soon Tristan's hands were on his hardon, making him squirm with the erotic sensations that produced.
"We better stop this and get out before they wonder why we're taking so long," David reluctantly offered.
"I s'pose so but not before I do this," Tristan said, releasing David's cock and then turning David around to face him. Without stopping he pulled David tightly against him and held him tightly in an intimate hug, feeling David's hard sex pressing against his. He dropped his hands to David's butt, pulling their crotches even tighter together. "I really missed you today, and I do mean all of you!"
David returned the hug and then pushed Tristan's arms down and said, "Yeah, me too. Make it later, dude. We need to get going here." He turned the water off and grabbed the towels for both of them, offering Tristan his. They dried themselves and dressed in T-shirts and shorts and went to eat their supper.
They went back outside after they ate, the wind having died down to a breeze as the sun was setting. It was a spectacular sunset--the clouds were colored with bright shades of yellows, pinks, and reds. The birds hiding in the trees were chirping and cooing their end-of-day refrain while the boys watched the sunset. It was a very peaceful time of the evening, matching the mood of the boys who were secure once more in their relationship. They spoke little while sitting side by side on a the trunk of an old tree on the edge of the shelterbelt that had been blown mostly over but still was alive. Tristan leaned over to David to say, "This is so relaxing and peaceful-I never knew the country could be so beautiful."
David put an arm around Tristan's shoulders before he replied, "It's even more beautiful when you have someone to share it with. Last year I was pretty bored and lonely out here by myself."
Tristan slipped an arm around David's waist and that's the way they stayed, talking softly about anything that came to mind, enjoying the feelings of closeness they shared. The sun flashed as it disappeared beneath the horizon, and as if that was a signal, the mosquitoes began their nocturnal attacks on warm-blooded creatures. The pesky insects drove the boys from their secluded place and forced them indoors.
Grandma served them cookies and ice cream as a bedtime snack since it was after 10:30 when they finally came in. "I was starting to wonder where you boys were...I was about to ring the bell and call you in," she commented.
"We were watching the most beautiful sunset there ever was," Tristan said looking over at David.
"He's never watched a country sunset," explained David.
"Oh, I see," Grandma replied. "Did you do anything else?"
"Nope." "Just watched the sunset."
"Well then, do you want any more to eat?"
"No thanks, Grandma." "I'm fine too."
"OK, good night you two. Let me give each of you a hug before you go upstairs."
The boys went upstairs, feeling the air get warmer with each step-the upstairs temperature had a ways to go before it cooled off from the heat of the day. David closed the door behind him and stripped off all of his clothes immediately. "Ahhh, that's better. Are you ready for lights out?"
By now Tristan's clothes were off too and he was pulling back the bedcovers, his cock sticking out in front of him. "Anytime, man. I'm ready."
David hit the lights and climbed into the bed with Tristan. He laid there for a moment and then whispered, "Still feel like doing anything?"
"Couldn't hardly wait-what do you want to do?"
"The best is what we did yesterday but we better not since we can't get cleaned up afterwards. How about some stroking and maybe you suck my cock a little."
"Sure, but you gotta do mine too. I want know what its like to my cock sucked too."
"Well...OK...I'll try it then. Slide closer, dude."
Side by side, they found each other's hard cocks and started stroking each other. It felt good to have a hard cock in your hand that wasn't yours and to be able to feel the pleasure coming from your own cock. Soon both boys were feeling the heightened sensations signaling a need for completion. Tristan was the first to stop the action by saying, "I'm getting close but I don't want it happen this way. Can we try sucking each other at the same time?"
"I guess so, its pretty radical, though."
"Hey man, take it or leave it. Either suck my cock or jerk yourself off. Fair is fair."
"Yeah, OK then. You first."
Tristan turned himself around in the bed so they were in a 69. David had to slide down some but in seconds they were situated. Tristan knew what to do and got right to it. He grabbed David's cock and checked to make sure the foreskin was pulled back. David's cockhead was slightly wet with precum and Tristan gave it a couple of licks before sliding his lips and tongue over the sensitive skin.
"Ohhhh God, that feels so good," groaned David, with Tristan's cock and balls in front of his face.
Tristan back off and whispered back, "I'd like some too and see how good it is, so do it man!"
David grasped that hard piece of manmeat in front of his face and located the end. He couldn't smell anything but could tell that the end of Tristan's 7" inch cock was wet with the precum that dripped out. He gave it a little lick and found out that the taste wasn't bad at all, just slightly salty. He licked the head again, more this time and then tried taking it into his mouth, grazing the flared edge of the glans with his teeth.
"Oh, Oh, keep going but watch the teeth! Try to do to me what I'm doing to you." After giving those instructions Tristan began to tongue David's cock and suck, and glide up and down along its length. Tristan could pretty easily get most of David's 5"cock in his mouth. David was giving things his best try but couldn't suck but about half of Tristan's cock because of its larger girth and length. What an experience-to have another guy's cock in your mouth and to feel the warm and moist mouth of someone else on yours! Involuntarily their hips began to move and then to thrust as their sexual urges built and built. David reached his orgasm first and without thinking, buried his cock to the hilt, Tristan's nose pressed into David's ballsack, and began to shoot his load down Tristan's throat. That brought Tristan to his release and he did the same, shoving his cock so far in that it blocked David's air and made him gag slightly!
After a split second of panic, David pulled back a little and was able to catch a quick breath as Tristan was spraying his hot cum into David's mouth, giving David his first real taste of cum. It was a taste different from any other he had ever tasted. He either had to spit it out or swallow. Since he couldn't spit it anywhere without making a mess, he gathered some determination and swallowed that spunk!
Tristan had recovered himself by this time and was turning around. He snuggled right up to David's side and tenderly grasped David's flaccid dick. "That was awesome, man! No wonder you go for it when you're ready to shoot!" he whispered incredulously.
"Yeah, I know. Tristan, what do you think about how cum tastes?"
"It's OK. You don't give me much to taste since you shoot most of it down my throat."
"Oh yeah, well you left most of yours on my tongue!"
"Oh, do you think mine tastes bad or something?"
"I don't know-it's different."
"I don't mind yours at all-it came from you and I love everything about you."
"You really do, don't you?"
"Yes, I really do."
"You're something else, dude. Don't you ever want to have a girlfriend and get married some day?"
Giving David's cock a little squeeze Tristan replied, "Right now I don't need a girlfriend and I haven't really thought about getting married. You are the person I want to be with."
"That's definitely gay, Tristan, you know that."
"So what, David. I don't care anymore. All I want is what we have, right here."
"Tristan, don't take this wrong. I really like but I'm not sure that this is what I want forever. I have thought about having a family, and you know my parents, they would totally freak out if they found out we did this stuff."
Daring mightily, Tristan lifted his head and kissed David on the cheek. "I know. We'll just have to be careful."
"Yeah, super careful. Why did you do that?"
"Because I love you, man."
"Yeah."
The boys quit talking then, holding each other close while they drifted off into a totally relaxed sleep from their post-orgasmic bliss.