Farm Life: Ch 2 The Ropes
#2 of Farm Life
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The sun shined through the window, so Billy turned away from it, finding his tiny little bed too comfortable to get up now. Then there was the loud call that sounded like the cry of the devil so early in the morning. Looking out the window, Billy saw it looking around, stretching its neck before giving off another call, "Are you fucking kidding me? He's got an actual calling rooster?" The floor boards creaked under his steps as he walked through the hallway and down the stairs.
When he got to the kitchen, he stopped in the door way when he noticed Connor sitting at the table, wearing his work clothes and eating some kind of meat and vegetable dumplings. "Hey Bill, I'm Connor." he introduced himself, holding out his hand. Billy took it, "Pleasure. So, where's Carl?" Carl stepped out of what looked like the cellar door, "Good morning Billy. Enjoy sleeping indoors for a change?" The punkish kid was stunned, "Did I mention sleeping outside?" he asked himself. He then nodded his head, "Yeah, it was great..." Carl smiled, "Good. Connor's going to show you the ropes today. But before you head out, I'll need you to sign this waver." Carl handed Billy a paper with some print on it. "What's this?" he asked, looking over the material. "It just says that if you get hurt working for me, I can't get in trouble as long as I take you to the hospital." Billy nodded, clearly understanding. Reading most of the waver, he took the pen Carl was holding and signed the paper on the table. Snatching it up, Carl said, "Great. Now dig in and take your time, not much work to be done today so you'll have plenty of time." As he said down to eat, Billy turned around, "Oh Carl, I don't really have any...work clothes." Carl nodded, "I'm sure Connor will find you something..." Smiling before stepping out of the kitchen, Billy soon heard a truck door shut before the engine roared and it drove away.
"Where are you from Bill?" Connor asked as he walked Billy out to the servants' house. Billy walked along the dirt path, his feet still bare, his right foot bandaged up with a first aid kit he had found in the bathroom, "I'm from the east coast, but I'd been wandering around for a while. Couldn't get settled." Now able to get a good look at the farm from the back of the house, Billy realized there weren't a lot of trees except on the horizon of the farm. "What does Carl do here exactly?" Connor went down the list, "Horses, pigs, cows, chickens, most vegetables. He says he takes pride in the apple orchard on the horizon over there..." Billy froze at the mention of the orchard, but then he hesitantly started walking again, trying to get the image of Connor's naked body out of his head. "How'd he get all this land?" Connor laughed, "I actually asked him the same thing. Said his family just managed to grab it at the right time..."
When they entered the servants' house, Billy looked around and realized it wasn't as homey as the farm house. It had clearly been slightly remodeled from the old days but it still had old hard wood floors and an old fire place in the back. On the left back was an open shower area with three shower heads. On the right was a small kitchen area separated from the bedroom by an old stone wall, two small beds about two feet apart from each other, separated by a bed stand with a small lamp on it. There was an ancient dresser in the corner. On the left where they entered, was an attempt at some kind of living room, two old couches and a TV. "It's not impressive, but it's better than sleeping in an alley somewhere." Connor commented. Billy hesitated, but he felt he had to ask, "Is that where you use to sleep?" Connor turned his head and smiled faintly at him, "...Yeah...you?" Billy shrugged, "Barns, sheds, garages, peoples' cars..."
Making their way to the large dresser, Connor threw it open and Billy was amazed. It was filled with all sorts of clothes, shirts, sweaters, boots, pants, socks, gloves, belts, armbands, and headbands. "Wow, where'd all this stuff come from?" Billy then started grabbing things as Connor explained, "Carl says people have been working here like us ever since he was a little kid. And some days...they just take off...leaving a little bit of themselves here." Billy chose a pair of black boots, jeans, a white t-shirt, and a worn down black baseball cap. Dropping his old clothes on the ground, "Where should I put these?" he asked, reaching down to pull his somewhat new jeans on. Connor hesitated when Billy bent over, getting a good view of his tone ass and his somewhat hairy butt crack. He started to sweat as he fought not to stare at the new farm hands tight, pink virgin pucker. Stuttering, "J..j..just leave them there, we'll be back later." Billy spun around, a concerned look on his face, "Are you ok?" Connor was breathing a little hard, his hand in his pockets holding down his raging hard on, "Uh huh. Come on, we got to get to work or it will be a long day." As Billy headed out first, Connor's eyes fell upon the gray briefs lying on the floor. Shuffling his foot, he kicked the pair under his own bed. He didn't know why he did it...he just had to.
Throughout the day Billy learned what it was like to live and work on Carl's farm. He learned how to use the machines that milked the cows and where to move them into the pens. He learned how to brush and scrape the horses without being kicked. But as Connor was showing how to use the large brush on the horse, he could of swore Connor's nostrils flared more...and his pants were sporting a bulge. After that they fed the animals, the horses, the pigs, the chickens, and the cows. The hardest being the largest of animals because most of them ate bales of hay or were fed some kind of special diet. By the middle of the day the animals were allowed to roam free in the large fenced in pastors. But at the end of the day, they were herded back into the pens where they took shelter in the large white barn after the two farmhands shoveled out all their droppings. "You know...compared to almost everything else....this isn't as bad as I thought it is." Billy said with a chuckle. As Billy went to step out and get one last horse, Connor suddenly grabbed his shoulder, "Don't worry about that one." Billy eyed the biggest, strongest horse, cream colored with an orange brown mane. "Do horses have manes like that?" he asked himself. "What's with him?" he asked Connor, noticing the horse was gifted between the legs. "That's Carl's favorite horse, James." Connor informed him, admiring the horse himself. Billy had a questioning look, "Subtle name for a horse..."
At the end of the day, they walked into the farm house, dirty and sore, Billy sorer than Connor. On the fridge was a note in bright letters saying that Carl wasn't going to be home for the night and dinner would be sitting on a tray in the oven. It was some kind of meat loaf. Grabbing some plates and ice tea, it was almost like the two were competing to get more food. By the time they were done, they couldn't eat another bite. That was the good thing about Carl's cooking, it always managed to satisfy.
Lying in bed, Billy's body ached, sleeping like a rock after his first day. But as Billy slept, Connor stared at the new farm hand, his hand in his underwear, fondling his nine inch cut prick. He had had a recent growth spurt of two inches in the last two weeks and it was driving him crazy. Quietly sliding out of bed, he squatted down on the floor and searched for the underwear under his bed. As soon as he had it, he rushed out of the servants' house and ran into the corn field.
His balls ached and his nipples throbbed as he pushed past the hundreds of stalks around him. Falling over one of the mounds of vegetables, he cried out as his back and toes cracked, his eyes bulging in their sockets. Grabbing at his face his jaw stretched away from his skull. Huge nostrils flaring, he pressed the crotch of Billy's briefs to his equine snout and took in the musky scent. Connor wrapped his bulging fingertips around his raging prick, a thick sheath forming around the base of his shaft. "OH FUCK!" Digging his feet into the soft, turned soil, he screamed as his toes shifted and fused together like some kind of large knuckle, hardening into a sharp black hoof. His scream was muffled as his neck bulged with muscle and his teeth reshaped themselves into solid blocks. Panting hard, he bucked his hips, thrusting his half horse half human cock into his fist. With each thrust, he threw his ass back, a thick stalk forcing its way out of the end of his spine before sprouting flowing long hairs that smacked at the bottom of his ass cheeks. Suddenly growing weak, he collapsed into the dirt, his throbbing prick spewing out thick globes of cum under his ripped stomach. As Connor's altered body lay sprawled out in the dirt, it slowly reverted back into his human form. Well...near human form...
More to come...