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Archive name: farmboys.txt (MM)
Authors name: Jack Sprat (no address)
Story title : Farmboys

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FARMBOYS (MM)
by Jack Sprat (No address)

**

Two teenage farm boys find that they have a lot in 
common, at least they like the pleasure they find in each 
other's arms.

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My name is Shad. I moved to San Francisco from Salina 
Kansas. Salina? 

Yuk! What a berg. Constant hot wind in the summer and 
terrible storms in the winter. If I ever see another 
wheat or cornfield I'll scream. No mountains or nothing. 
You just look across the plains into infinity. 

The people in Salina are bible slappers. What's good for 
them is good for you and you'd better not sin. I came to 
San Francisco before I got caught sinning. I'm gay and I 
was playing around with another farm kid. Jeez! If the 
community found out I'd be tarred and feathered and run 
out of town. 

This kid's name was Justin. He'd been helping me do some 
farm work and we decided to lay back in a haystack and 
rest a bit. Male talk of course turned to dirty jokes and 
I saw the bulge in his overalls. This caused my peter to 
swell. It was a compulsive urge. I reached down and 
grabbed his crotch. He tried to fight me off yelling, 
"Hey! What are you doing? Stop! Don't!" 

I had become uncontrollably aggressive. Perhaps it was 
starting to be rape, but I just had to hold his balls and 
prick. We wrestled in the hay a real long time. I finally 
got his bib straps unsnapped and pulled his coveralls 
down. He wasn't wearing any shorts and lay there bare ass 
naked under me. He had cupped himself with his hands, but 
I pried them away, gripped his dick, and fondled his 
balls. He was still squirming and bucking trying to stop 
me but I got him uncapped, exposing his swollen red tip. 

Then I pushed him back and bent down and put his dick in 
my mouth and held his balls. Justin tried to pull my head 
away. I just kept sucking on him. It must have finally 
started feeling good though because Justin slowly relaxed 
his grip and instead of trying to pull me off, he pushed 
my head down for more. I had him. 

He pumped a big wad into my mouth but his dick didn't go 
down so I kept working on it 'til I got two more good 
cums from him. He was moaning with pleasure. I even 
pushed my finger up his asshole. He uttered a surprised 
cry when I did that.

When I was done, Justin looked embarrassed and 
bewildered. He wasn't angry at all. He'd just experienced 
a new happening in his life, and apparently he'd liked 
it.   

I pulled my own coveralls down. Justin was a little 
hesitant to touch me but his eyes were fixed on my hard 
on. I guided his hand to my dick and told him it was O.K. 
if he gave it a feel. It didn't take long before he was 
jackin' me and playing with my balls. He finally got the 
courage to put my cock in his mouth. I had to instruct 
him how and where to use his tongue. 

Justin got broken in real good that day. Completely lost 
his cock virginity and even swallowed my cum once. Since 
he was a bible boy, I knew that he was going to feel 
extra guilty about what we'd done. I told him that it was 
O.K. and that we'd come together because God wanted it 
that way. Justin really believed since God had let this 
happen that he now belonged to me and I could have him 
whenever I wanted. This was great. I'd just tell him 
where to meet me, and the time, and he'd be there 
waiting. 

I made a place in the barn loft. I moved a bunch of hay 
bales for a crawl hole that no one but us knew about. 
This opened up into a small private secluded area where I 
had put a blanket and pillow atop a hay mattress.

Lots of times Justin would crawl in holding his bible 
asking why God wanted us to be together like this.

No matter if he whined, I knew he wouldn't be there if he 
wasn't anticipating getting his cock sucked....and 
sucking mine too for that matter. If he got hesitant, I'd 
just get a hammerlock around his waist, squeeze around 
his crotch a few times till his dick swelled and then it 
was down with his pants. He might cry just a little bit 
but his whimpering always turned to blissful moans after 
I started sucking on him. 

I'll always have visions of Justin's body. He was 
gorgeous...smooth and flowing. He'd lie on his back and 
spread his legs for me. Before I started anything I'd 
have to look him over. His prick was well proportioned 
and hard as a metal bolt. His uncapped red tip was flared 
with color, his pee hole slightly open. Two firm hairy 
balls were in the clutch below, one hanging slightly 
above the other. His skin had a healthy fresh tone. 
Silky, soft hair made a patch above his prick with loose 
strands dropping downward. 

Butts have always turned me on. Justin's was anatomically 
beautiful. Two well formed smooth cheeks, almost cherub-
like. His crack was tight. I loved to run my hand over 
his buns and draw my finger up and down his crack. With a 
thumb and forefinger, I'd gently spread open the bottom 
half so his pucker was in view. It always looked 
inviting, like it wanted to receive a well-lubed finger 
or a hard cock.   

But Justin had to learn to like my finger in his pucker-
hole. He had kind of a hang-up. He never liked me to mess 
around back there. I had to break him in slowly. I wanted 
his pucker-hole more relaxed. When I first started, the 
only way I could get my finger in his butt was when he 
was cumming. I'd watch for signs when I was tonguing him. 
When he started to convulse, my greased finger was there, 
ready to move in. Justin was in no condition to stop me 
as he shot his wad. My finger intensified his sensation, 
and he soon began to accept it.  

Through my massage, his asshole started to relax and he 
developed that asshole "itch". He found my finger gave it 
relief. His hole finally started loosening so I could get 
two fingers in and slide them past my mid knuckles. I 
congratulated myself on my patience. 

For Justin's benefit, I secured a grip bar that sat 
pretty close to the floor. If a man is going to take 
something up his ass, he is more comfortable if he is 
gripping something.

Justin had to have been thinking about getting butt 
fucked. His asshole had that special itch and could now 
take two fingers. He had to know it was going to happen 
soon. 

On the planned day, Justin arrived on time as instructed. 
I sucked him off knowing after cumming, his body would be 
more relaxed. I would not let him touch me even though I 
was raging hard. I had a special place I was going to 
shoot my cum that day.

I had Justin turn on his side and draw up a leg. I gently 
massaged his asshole until it loosened. He got to his 
knees, drew up, spread his legs, and grasped the bar. His 
beautiful butt and pucker target were staring at me. 
Greasing my dick with my copious precum, I hoped I 
wouldn't cum prematurely. 

I put it against his hole, tucking it in just a little, 
then withdrawing, watching his hole nip at it. I pushed 
it further, held it, then slowly pushed some more. His 
muscle wrapped around the head of my cock. He moaned. I 
could see him gripping the bar tightly.. I didn't know if 
he was feeling pain, ecstasy, or both. My cockhead moved 
inward past the tightness. My shaft easily followed. 
Finally my balls pressed against his butt. I had scored. 

I held still for a few moments letting his ass muscles 
adjust. I started slowly pumping forwards and backwards. 
It took super human power not to cum right then. I moved 
it around some more, then I got into uncontrollable heat. 
I slammed at him, back and forth as fast and as hard as I 
could. Justin wiggled his butt muttering, "OH, GOD! OH 
GOD!" 

My cum was starting. I rammed with brute force, then held 
my last thrust against his cheeks. I spurted and spurted 
deep into his strong smooth body. I withdrew completely 
spent. I looked down at him. Justin had spilled his cum 
all over the blanket. 

Later that same year Salina had a scandal. A choirmaster 
was accused of messing around with two teenage choirboys. 
The town was in a uproar. Citizens demanded justice. The 
choirmaster was almost lynched. That's why my folks 
thought that it was time form me to move away from the 
farm.

Oh yes, Justin came with me.

THE END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children.  They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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