The Blond Farm Boys - pt.1

gogalicious · #1 February 23rd, 2003, 07:14 AM

I recently posted this story at the Story Station.

I hope you like..................

Do you remember that moment when you first laid eyes on a guy that just rocked your world? How disoriented you felt. How exposed. How different. Naughty!
For me it happened during middle school basketball. 8th grade. My guy was actually 2 guys. Twins. Blond farm boys.
I was in denial then (and for many years afterwards!) about my attraction to guys. I denied myself the pleasure of allowing my fantasies to run wild. Well, now that I?m a bit older, I?ve decided to make up for those lost moments....................

They were not identical twins. Tim was a bit taller and dominant. Tom was shorter and more cute. Together they were perfection!
They were also pretty good ball players. Disciplined and tough from farmwork, they were a big part of our team?s success. Tom was a back-up point guard while Tim was a mainstay power forward. I served primarily as back-up guy-who-only-plays-if-the-team-is-30-points-ahead. On a positive note, my position afforded me more than ample opportunity to watch my favorite guys sweat without having to work up one myself. The real treat of being on the team, though, was the locker room. Nothing is more exciting than the testosteroni treats that good looking guys unknowingly offer up around other guys! Tight, sweaty abs flexing to the time of chests heaving from a dozen windsprints. Spontaneous flex-offs that erupt after one guy flexes for another. Naked, soaped-up young athletes relaxing under steamy showers. Oh, to be 13 again!

Here?s my first fantasy.................

The twins had a cousin in my grade. (They were a year younger.) His name was Kevin. We weren?t close friends, but we lived close to each other. (Which in a rural area made it necessary for us to be friends.) One Saturday in the cold of January I went over to Kevin?s house. We could think of nothing to do there, so he suggested that we go over to Tim and Tom?s house. Trying to be nonchalant, I agreed. They were pretty poor. Everything was old and used in and around their house. When we got there, Tom was taking a load of firewood into the house.
?Hey, Kev! Sparky!? he called out. (Yes, my nickname was Sparky.................)
?Need some help with that?? we quipped. We then proceeded to harass him every last step to the house trying to get him to drop the wood. We succeeded. Chasing and rough-housing ensued.The din was broken only by a loud smack of a screen door and a wild-eyed bull rush from Tim as he burst nearly naked from the house. He tackled Tom and I in one giant sweep.
?Are you crazy or something?? Kevin asked.
He said nothing. He just lay there on his stomach panting with a shit-eating grin on his face. He then let out a thunderous fart.
?Shit, man! What the fuck?? we exclaimed as we stood up and backed away from his foulness. He then stood up (still with the grin) and farted again, this time punctuated with a ?take this!? most-muscular! Not getting the response that he wanted (applause?), he exclaimed, ?Jesus Christ, it?s cold out here!? and ran back into the house.

We laughed for a few seconds and then followed him in.................

The inside of the house was very plain and farmhouse clean. When we entered, Tim was nowhere to be found. As we stripped off our winter layers, we began to hear exaggerated grunts coming from another part of the house. Tom led us off to the back of the house and down into their basement. Wafts of heat rose from below as we walked down the steps. Most of the large room was full of carefully stocked shelves, but a 15X15 area had been left clear for a weight set. That is where Tim was. It is also where the source of the tremendous heat was, a big kerosene heater. Tim was stripped to the waist and sweating profusely. His blond hair was wetly darkened and stuck out wildly. He was benching about 140 for multiple reps. He was definitely not maxing. Actually he was totally fixated on his muscles as he drove the weight up managed it down again and again.

?Lookin? good!? I said.
?Shit! All he?s doing is pumping himself up................not REALLY lifting!? Tom piped up.

He ignored us for 4 more as he deliberately finished his reps.

?Shit yourself! You know I can out-lift you any fucking day of the week!? he answered. ?And fucking LOOK at me!?

Chest heaving, he started posing. This guy was totally into his muscles. Their shape. Size. Hardness. I watched for as long as my heterosexual guise would allow, and then noticed as Tom moved over to the bench.
He added 15 pounds on each end and slipped under the bar. (Tim was still flexing for himself, by the way............) I noticed then that his blond hair was sweaty from his outdoor work. (He?d probably just chopped the wood that he had been carrying.) He still had on a long-sleeved flannel shirt that came almost to his knees. He benched the weight with little noticeable strain for 20 reps.

Tim finally noticed when he heard the clinking of the weights as Tom pressed them up and down.

?Come on, pussy! Move that thing!? he roared in his ear.
?Fuck you! I?m just pumping!?

We watched in that awkward, what-the -hell-we-doin-now time that permeates much of teenage free time. (Well, not so much me.............)

?Hey!? Tim started as if he had a great idea. ?Let?s show Sparky and Kev our routine!?

?What routine?? I asked, trying not to sound too interested.

?We got a posing routine we made up for our first bodybuilding show!? Tom exclaimed proudly. ?It?s so cool!?

Tom was not as into it. After a lot of coaxing, he agreed. (But only if he got a few more minutes to finish his pump up.)

?You guys go upstairs, get a drink or something from the fridge and we?ll be ready in 10 minutes!? Tim said as he pushed us up the stairs.

We went to the refrigerator, found some pop and started watching some stupid infomercial on TV. We were startled soon thereafter by the stomping of heavy boots near the front door. In came Tim and Tom?s Dad, dirty from work at the barn. He was kind of short with a tough face. His face softened immediately when he saw that he had guests.

?So have my boys left you here alone? Great hosts, huh??

We explained what was happening and he just rolled his eyes.

?Man, those kids have no shame! I think they?d run around naked all of the time if we didn?t make them keep their clothes on! Well, help yourself to whatever!? he said as he proceeded to take off his winter clothes and head to the kitchen.

We channel surfed for a few more minutes and then heard a knock at the basement door, followed by the sound of frantic scurrying on the steps. Figuring that was the signal we headed to the stairs.

The main light had been turned off. There was some glow coming from somewhere, so we headed down. The weight bench and weights were gone. All that was left was a pale blue rug about 8? by 8? pushed against one wall and 2 chairs against the opposite wall. The light was coming from 2 heavy duty flashlights from the tops of 2 shelves on either side of the 2 chairs and was shining towards the rug. The guys were nowhere to be found.

We sat down in the chairs and waited.

iceman75 · #2 October 14th, 2007, 01:56 PM

It was a very good story, I'm surprised that no one else has really noticed it, maybe the youth of the characters have caused some to shy away from it, but I loved it myself, course I have always preferred the extremes, either very very old or very very young characters.