DAIRY FARM DARE
Chapter 1
By Apollon
Two young boys experiment with each other and two girl cousins who live on a secluded dairy farm. bb bg inc.
My cousin was all excited about something. He was coming over to spend the night and had something to tell me. His parents and mine made regular sojourns to visit relatives that lived about a hundred miles from us. I gleaned his news had something to do with having just returned from such a trip.
Jake had just turned eleven and finished fifth grade. I was about to turn thirteen and would be entering eighth grade in the fall. For a long time Jake was just my bratty little cousin. But a little over a year ago we became closer friends. Instead of staying over as a necessity as we once did with each other we now sought the opportunity to spend the night together. As had millions of other boys we discovered the pleasure of pleasuring each other under the covers.
We had progressed over the year from show and tell to more aggressive experiments. Sex education was non-existent in our schools and my parent’s approach was to hand me two books toward the end of sixth grade. So I took my information where I found it, on the playground or at scout camp, and shared it with my younger cousin. Jake experienced his first orgasm with my hand and my first few drops of clear semen came with his. He could feel it more often now and I could make it happen easily. Both of us would quickly be ready again.
When my aunt and uncle’s old Chevy pulled in the driveway my eager beaver cousin bounded out with his gym bag in his hand and scurried toward the front porch. My mom had seen them pull in and met them at the door. Jake hurried his greeting and found me in my room. Tossing his bag on my bed he peered around the corner to locate the grown-ups and then in an excited whisper said; “I did it.”
“Did what?” I queried.
“I went all the way. We went out to the dairy farm and I did it with our cousin, you know, stuck my dick in her, fucked her.”
“With Missy?” I blurted.
“No, with Marla. I wanted to do it with Missy, too but she wouldn’t.”
This was a major revelation. I grabbed him by the shirt sleeve and we headed outside where we could talk without fear of being overheard. I was in shock. The cousins in questions were two girls that lived on a dairy farm that their dad ran. He didn’t own it but he was in charge and worked long hard hours. As a result when our mothers wanted to visit their sister it called for a trip to the farm.
The older of the two girls was Melissa but she had always gone by Missy. She had fire red hair, milk white skin with lots of freckles and wore wire rim glasses most of the time. She had been born a little early when premature care was not as effective. As an infant she was sickly and my mother and aunts described her as “high strung” or “kind of special” or “a little slow” due to her early birth. She had been held back a year in grade school because of illness and was in the same grade as her year younger sister who was the same age as Jake.
Marla was the exact opposite of her sister. She had dark hair, dark eyes and mischievous grin that showed her dimples. She was a rugged tom-boy and her sister’s protector and frequently the instigator of trouble. My mom and aunts described her as “trying to be the boy her dad had wanted.”
Visiting boy cousins were compelled to play with the girls since they seldom saw other kids when school was out. There was a myriad of old sheds and barns, some in use, some not that were great for games and make-believe. Marla was happy to play boy games like war and cops and robbers or other inventions and would even wrestle with the boys often winning. She wore jeans and tee shirts most of the time. Missy, on the other hand, was always in a dress and seemed to always be giggling. She was always the innocent damsel in games subject to frequent capture, tying up and eventual rescue by whoever was the “good guy.”
Several of our older cousins had decided they were too grown up for some of the games so it fell to Jake and I who were the closest to the girls’ ages to entertain them when we were in larger family groups. I really felt I was getting too old for some play but since it was just my cousins, I went along. On the last couple of visits Jake and I had observed the same things and compared notes. Missy was getting taller and starting to grow bumps under her dress. In the midst of new forms of horse play Missy’s dresses would occasionally flip up revealing her panties which Marla would quickly point out to her sister’s embarrassment. And Marla was getting some older ideas of her own. She seemed inclined to want to wrestle during which she would manage to put her hand on our crotches.
On my last visit Marla had instigated a tickle attack on her sister and had directed my part of the attack with “Tickle her here, tickle her there,” instructions leading to a feel of the new bumps on Missy’s chest and even under her dress to the tops of her thighs. When my hand brushed a panty covered mound Missy’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open in astonishment.
“She likes getting tickled there,” Marla had announced bringing a chorus of giggles from her sister as she pushed both of our hands away and tugged the hem of her dress down.
Jake had reported on his previous visit that Marla had talked about going to watch the bulls do things to the cows and had put her hand squarely on his stiff dick when they were roughhousing.
Needless to say our interest was mounting in our cousins and they were getting curious about us. We were no longer having to be coaxed to “be nice” to them. So I was anxious to hear about this latest event and as soon as we were out of adult earshot was pumping my cousin for details.
In a normal voice he began; “So we went out to the old hay barn, the one they don’t use much anymore to play. We messed around a little and Marla asked if I wanted to play a new game. So I said sure and she said, ‘it’s spin the bottle’. Well I thought that was just about kissing and stuff but she said that whoever the bottle stops on had to take something off, like strip poker but with a bottle.”
“So we played,” he continued hurriedly, and it got down to me in my underwear and Marla without her top and Missy had taken her panties off under her dress and that’s all she had left and the bottle stopped on her. Well she was bashful and wasn’t going to do it but Marla coaxed and said she could go ahead and spin but then she had to take her dress off. So she spun and it landed on me so I had to drop my shorts while missy took her dress off and I was hard as a rock”
The narrative continued. “Then she sat down and was holding her hands over her tits but I could see her pussy plain as day and she’s got little hairs on it already. So Marla said that she had won and that now that if the bottle stopped on someone who was naked they had to do a dare for the spinner.” I commented that from Jake’s description that I liked this game and prodded him to continue.
“So I spun,” Jake continued, “and Marla had to take her shorts off. Then she spun it landed on me again and she dared me to stand up and turn around so they could both get a good look. And I had a major boner just like I do now.” We had sequestered ourselves behind the garage in some bushes so Jake had no qualms about pulling the front of his jeans out to prove his predicament. After glancing around the corner to confirm that no grown ups were headed this way, I popped the buttons on my 501’s and let my dick that was rigid from Jake’s report escape.
“So then,” he resumed, “I dared Missy to stand up and turn around like I did. She did it real quick but I got a good look and then I told her she looked really sexy and she blushed again. She spun on Marla then and Marla just jumped up and took her panties off and sat down with her legs apart so I could see real good. She doesn’t have any hair yet and her tits haven’t really started to grow much. But she likes doin’ stuff cause when she spin on Missy she dared her to feel my dick. She wasn’t going to do it but Marla scooted over closer and just grabbed Missy’s hand and put it on my dick. Then she started showing her what to do and she started feeling me up and I thought I would lose it right then.”
“You’re making me really horny,” I announced and pushed my jeans down a little more allowing me to fist my phallus. Jake glanced around the corner again then did the same with his jeans stroking himself as he continued.
“So they were just feeling me up when Marla said I could feel them if I wanted. So we just forgot the game and lay around taking turns feeling each other up. I felt Missy’s tits and pussy but when I tried to stick a finger in it she giggled like it tickled and pushed my hand away. But Marla let me put a finger clear in and out of the blue she asked if I wanted to try what the bulls do to the cows. I said ‘sure’ and she got up on her hands and knees.”
“I just got behind her and started poking. I missed a few times, even stuck it in her butt once. Then she reached back and guided it and after I pushed a couple of times it went in, just a little ways at first then all the way. Man did it feel great!”
I was green with envy. My younger, jack off buddy cousin was the first to get his dick wet in something besides a boy’s bum. Jake looked toward the house again. He was closest to edge of the garage so it was his job. We had done this before. Pronouncing the coast clear we both pushed our jeans down a little more freeing up our balls and pumped more vigorously as Jake finished the report.
“So when I started moving I kept slipping out so I had Marla turn over on her back and we tried it that way and it worked. My dick went in again after a few tries and then we just started fucking.”
I was familiar with the look and feel of my cousin’s little unit from our sleep over adventures. But the mental picture of him perched between my precocious girl cousin’s legs thrusting into her naked pussy sent me over the edge and I fired a couple of shots of thin boy cum on the closest bush.
“I came real quick,” Jake added as he sped up on his own unit, “And Marla started asking if it felt good and wanted to know if anything came out. I told her not yet that I just got the feeling. Then, because I was still hard, I asked Missy if she wanted do it. Marla tried to get her to but she wouldn’t. Then Marla teased her and said she was holding out for Rusty.” That got my attention because I am Rusty.
Jake’s body started to spasm in a familiar dry orgasm as I wiped the last of my residue from the head. He said there was more that he would tell me tonight. Not wanting to be too conspicuous by our absence, we buttoned up vowing to continue with details later and ambled back to the house.
While still trying to be cool in front of the grown-ups I wanted to continue hearing about my cousins. Jake agreed to give me more details later, maybe after we went to bed, and added that we could fool around some more then. I agreed, of course, since that had been our goal at sleepovers.
We got a break when our parents announced that they wanted to go out for Chinese food. Neither Jake nor I cared for it particularly and volunteered to stay home with a frozen pizza. The grown-ups seemed fine with the plan and the pizza went from the freezer to the oven. When it was coupled with cokes and my mom was satisfied the oven was off. They left. Jake and I had quickly devoured the pizza. Not only was it typical boy hunger but our unspoken plans to take advantage of being free from adult supervision if only for a couple of hours. So very quickly after the car left the driveway were in my room and on my bed with the drapes drawn and our pants at our ankles.
“So tell me what else happened,” I prodded my cousin. He continued relating the adventure with our cousins.
“Well after Missy wouldn’t do it Marla and I did it again. Missy just watched us but I saw her sneak her hand down and rub herself a couple of times. And me and Marla talked about stuff we’d done with other kids.” While Jake continued the narrative it was assumed we would jack each other off and we did. I reached for his stiffening boyhood and curled my fingers around it and felt him do the same with me.
“So what did it feel like?” I questioned. “Was it like when you and I practice?” Even at our early ages there was a latent stigma with homosexuality. So we excused our attempts at penetration of each other as ‘practicing for a girl’. In reality I had never fully penetrated my cousin’s behind. Many attempts would just slip out or miss or he would complain that I was too big. He, on the other hand had been able to imbed his slim four inches fully into my tunnel.
“It felt really good but kind of different, sort of slippery. I mean, I like it when we do stuff, too. But I want to with them again.” Then he allowed that it was nearing lunch time that the trio broke off engagement and dressed.
There was a little pause in the conversation while we concentrated on each other’s unit. Jake was still shy of four inches the last we measured and I was scarcely an inch longer and both were still quite slim in the penis department. I had recently sprouted some sparse pubic hairs and my balls had grown larger. I had been able to produce a small amount of clear semen for about a year now, and lately it was getting a little creamier. Despite having come in the back yard only a couple of hours ago the erotic story my cousin was telling had me horny as hell and dying to bury my dick in something.
“So do you want to do it, with us I mean?” rolling toward my cousin and increasing my attention on his unit. “I want to try it with you again. I’ve let you do it with me a lot.” I was playing on his sense of fairness.
“Yeah, but you’re a lot bigger,” he lamented.
“Not that much, and we can use some of that cold cream we jack off with. It’ll make it go in easier,” I persuaded.
“Mmm,” he mused thoughtfully eyeing me sideways. “Okay. I’ll let you do it. But there’s something I want you to do first, something my friend told me about.”
“What’s that?” I questioned.
He eyed me to gauge my reaction. “I want you to suck me.” Our hands left each other’s groin and Jake pushed his boyhood out toward me invitingly.
We had few qualms about invading each other’s butt hole. But sucking dick is something we had not approached before. Perhaps we felt it wasn’t sanitary or it was the stigma from hearing the cool guys and jocks at school belittle someone by referring to him as a “cocksucker”. I can’t say I hadn’t thought of it or even been tempted. But Jake and I had never done it.
I was desperate to sink my dick in my cousin and honestly curious about what sucking would be like and with feigned reluctance I agreed to a deal. “Okay, but you have to let me put it clear in and next time you have to suck me.” My cousin readily accepted as if it was what he expected.
Sliding down in the bed I moved between Jake’s legs and bent my head toward his crotch. I pulled the upright little phallus down and inspected the end. After I was assured that he had showered this morning I touched my tongue to the piss slit then worked it around the circumcised head before letting the reddish knob pass between my lips.
Jake groaned his approval and arched his hips toward my face. I complied by letting my mouth cover the shaft all the way to his bare pubis and back up again. Surprisingly I didn’t find the experience unpleasant and repeated it bringing another quiet exclamation of approval from my cousin. Boys know instinctively how to pleasure boys and I let instinct take over bobbing up and down letting saliva lube the action.
At eleven years old and about average in maturity Jake could sometimes last a long time when we jacked each other off before he felt the relief of a dry orgasm. I wondered how long my oral ministrations would be required. I paused few times giving my jaw a rest but running my tongue over the pinkish knob around the small shaft and under the little acorn filled sac, then plunging down over the top again letting the fleshy cylinder slide to the top of my throat. After what seemed like a long time but was maybe ten minutes or so, Jake began pushing the back of my head while arching his butt upward. I felt a few short spasms go through his slim body as he held my head still on his turgid tool.
“Man that was good,” he announced after a few minutes of limpness.
“OK. My turn,” I announced, and quickly retrieved a small jar of Pond’s cold cream from a drawer in the bathroom. We had only recently discovered its use as a jack off cream and only once had used it to enhance Jake’s entrance to my treasure.
Jake had turned onto his stomach and pulled a pillow under his middle, something else we’d figured out, to improve aim. I stood on my knees behind him between his legs and smeared a little of the white cream on my dick which was incredibly hard. Then while he spread his cheeks I touched a little to my cousin’s little brown ring. He wiggled a little and commented on the coolness but I was too intent to delay. Touching the end of my knob to the opening I pushed only to have it slip. Several other attempts failed the slipperiness letting my dick drift off target. Than after adjusting our relative positions and pushing again I felt the end go through with what felt like a little pop.
“Ow,” Jake complained. Before this was the extent of my entry. This time after the inflammatory report of my two cousins coupling I was not to be denied and leaned in forcing my rigid dick deeper into my cousin’s bowels. There were complaints of discomfort as I reached halfway in causing me to pause and letting Jake adjust. When I could feel him begin to relax and the protests abated I let the cold cream do its work and slid in farther a little at a time until I was almost all the way in and Jake grunted he could take no more.
After a few more minute’s adjustment I slowly began to respond to my instincts moving slightly in and out. I had never been able to get more that just the head in my cousin before and then just briefly. Now maybe only three of my four and a half inches was imbedded but it felt amazing, slippery inside with a tight ring over halfway down clinging to my slim dick. Leaning forward so that my bare chest was against my cousin’s back I pulled him up a little, reached around and found my cousin’s dick. Surprisingly it was hard again.
There were a few more complaints as my thrusts became more aggressive. I could only imagine how this compared to having my tool imbedded in one of my girl cousins. But the slickness, the friction, the warmth and the rhythm had their way and in a very few minutes I fired a salvo of boy cream deep inside my eleven year old cousin. When he felt my dick spasm and the warmness enter his insides Jake lurched in surprise. But I stayed coupled thrusting in hard slow strokes until my load had been emptied.
“I didn’t know you were going to come in me,” he protested after we pulled apart. I grabbed a handful of tissues and he dabbed at his butt while I wiped ooze from my appendage. I assumed that sometime soon I might feel his issue as he had felt mine.
Jake announced that it was his turn to do me now, but mindful of the clock and the impending return of our parents we cleaned up and dressed promising some more activity in bed.
When the grownups returned it was already getting late. Jake’s parents left we made our way to bed. It was our usual practice to quickly and quietly take each other’s dick in our hands and stroke each other waiting until we were sure my folks were asleep before trying anything more adventurous. When it had been quiet for awhile Jake reminded me that I owed him a turn at my boy hole. We turned sideways in the bed and handed him the cold cream that I had spirited away.
He moved down a little and began to probe with his boyhood appendage. I cautioned him to be quiet and reached around to help guide him in. The cold cream had been a great discovery and all of his three and a half inches slid in with little discomfort on my part. He humped steadily slipping out a few times but plunging right back in then snaking his hand around to jack me off with his cold cream covered hand. He would often take a while before getting off but tonight he stepped it up and after just a few minutes whispered, “I’m getting there”.
“Me, too,” I responded, and grabbed a handkerchief from under my pillow just in time to catch several spurts of my clear boy come. At about the same time I felt Jake push hard into me and hold it and felt his little dick spasm. He exhaled pushed hard again and then relaxed. We had done it again.
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