Americana - a Rural Story of Four Boys
Copyright© 2026 by Golden Ghost Pen
Chapter 1
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Four boys exploring life in rural, conservative, farming America. Regardless of sexuality, boys will be boys, and for some of them, that might mean a lot more than for others.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Reluctant Gay Farming Group Sex First Masturbation Public Sex
The moon was high and bright overhead, illuminating the endless acres of crops in every direction. The four guys laid on bales of hay outside a barn in the middle of Western Iowa. The temperatures in early June were already hitting the mid 80s during the day, lining up the Summer to be a scorching one on Wyatt’s family farm.
Tonight was their annual Summer kickoff. A time for the older full-time farm hands to welcome back the high schoolers to the farm for summer work. This year was special because it marked the milestone of Wyatt and Cole graduating from high school. They’d been best friends since birth, growing up first playing in the Wyatt’s family cornfields, and now working them alongside other, older guys and full-time staff. They returned to labor out in the fields from June to August every year to assist and earn an extra buck in the high season.
For Ty and Joe, who’d essentially been co-leading the operation for Wyatt’s family for years, welcoming the two eighteen year olds back for the Summer just meant more work. Trying to find them things they wouldn’t fuck up was harder than just covering what little work the two younger guys could handle. It also meant babysitting Wyatt, who’d severely missed out on inheriting his family’s worth ethic.
They passed around beers as crickets chirped in the humid, dusty cornfield surrounding them. Each of them saw a very different dream and life in store when they looked up at the Midwest nighttime sky.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving home, kid,” Joe said, taking a swig, “everything you need is right here.”
Cole laughed. “I don’t know, man. All I know here are you hicks and endless flat land. I want to live somewhere where I can’t see endlessly into the distance in every direction”
“There’s nothing out there to see.” Wyatt took a solemn sip. “It’s a bunch of preppy, educated, shitheads and rich kids living off daddy’s money...”
“Well then I’ll learn some things in school and come right on back,” Cole grinned.
“Wyatt you’re describing yourself ... minus the preppy and educated part?” He’d always envied Wyatt’s luck, being born into a family that was about as wealthy as they came in this part of Iowa.
“He’s got an education right here,” Ty said, gesturing at the fields lit up by the midnight sky free of light pollution. “Best education there is. Hard work and open land to live your life. A tough working life won’t break your heart.” He held up a can to the sky, a salute to his beloved community.
The two older guys regularly teased Cole for being “sensitive” and focused on college in the Fall. Despite being a little stick of a pale kid who struggled with the manual labor, Cole worked hard and gave everything he had to be productive. He was small but had a naturally handsome face that made girls regularly fawn over his ‘adorable’ looks. Cole looked up to Ty despite their different paths forward, both having grown up in lower-middle class families.
“Yeah we’ll see how you feel after a few years around some yuppies, getting treated like shit...” Wyatt said, slurring his frustrated words. “Bunch of fucking hippies out there I bet,” he snorted and sucked in his spit before launching it onto the ground.
Cole’s best friend, Wyatt, had been coddled growing up and now that it was his turn to take on more responsibility on the family farm, he was far more focused on setting off pranks around town. Wyatt was skinny like Cole but didn’t get lucky with the same naturally attractive facial features, a fact that he took hard to heart when he was chasing girls around with his best friend. Wyatt was tan and, while he tried to hide it, he spent far more time on his appearance than the others. Inside, he was petrified of the loneliness that might follow losing his best friend to college in the Fall.
“I’m happy for ya kid,” Ty said. “You got big dreams. A good job will be here for ya if you hate it out there.”
Cole smiled at Ty and rolled his eyes towards his best friend, “you’re fucking dramatic Wyatt. There’s more to life than corn fields and dicking around. You’re gonna get bored of doing the same shit every weekend forever, I’m tellin ya. I’m trying to figure out what else there is to fill that time.”
“Well figure it the fuck out quick cause you’re leaving me back here alone,” Wyatt said. The tone in his voice was vulnerable, albeit brash.
“Uh oh, Wyatt is gonna miss his little buddy,” Ty teased, “what are you gonna do without your boyfriend Wyatt?!”
Cole looked over to him, but Wyatt was staring down at his bottle, clearly embarrassed at seeming ‘sensitive’ and ‘weak’.
Ty was twenty-four and had worked his way up to being the day to day lead on operations. He had messy blonde hair, a wide, rounded All American tan face, and had dropped out of high school the day he turned eighteen to work at the farm full time. His mantra was play hard but work harder. He’d regularly put in 12 hour days before heading straight out for beers, still sweaty and grimy but ready to enjoy life. Those beers had taken a toll on what was undoubtedly a strong and muscular body, but one that had built up some cute plumpness around his waist and a doughier backside over the years.
The guys knew him for his classic overalls that hung low and loose on his large, All American frame. They were his attempt to maintain a decent presentation without having to actually commit to wearing a full shirt. Ty kept up the appearance of a conservative midwestern guy, but in actuality was probably the most open-minded of them all, really only judging another person’s worth based solely on their work ethic.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll get you fired,” Wyatt said with a hint of a smile on his face. Wyatt always teased Ty with this threat even though they both knew that his dad probably valued Ty more than his own son.
They passed more cans around and sat in silence, listening to the bugs of the night and the ruffle of the stalks.
“Speaking of boyfriends, what’s the deal with that girl Joe?” Cole asked, always interested in hearing about the older guys’ experiences.
“The Lord wouldn’t want me to kiss and tell...” Joe winked at the younger guy.
Joe was Ty’s right hand, twenty-two and less of a leader but somehow even more hardworking. A loyal friend, Joe was the most conservative amongst them, an introvert whose priorities went work, girls, community and God, in that order. Despite that identity, he usually just used his religion as an excuse in his jokes or stories, and was still a loose cannon of an early twenties rural fuck boy.
Joe liked Cole despite being polar opposites in their interests, but held some disdain for Wyatt’s privileged upbringing being the lazy son of the biggest farming family in town. Joe was a little taller than the other guys at just over six feet but was pretty pale and slim from working long hours and being from a poorer family. He was always a little unkempt too, with a light, messy facial hair situation present most of the time.
“That means he fucked her...” Ty said, chuckling, “she’s a looker!”
“What about you kid?” Joe nodded his can towards Cole.
Cole sighed. “I just don’t know if I’m ready for all that yet. I just want to get out of this damn place first.”
“Well you better get ready quick. Life’s short!” Ty laughed.
Cole turned bright red and looked like he was going to protest with one of his usual long-winded explanations, but instead just looked at the ground and nodded.
“What do you really want to get out of going away, anyway? Just seems like a waste of time and money...” Ty said.
“Don’t you guys ever feel strange that we all grew up the exact same way? We’re all the same, it’s not the real world,” Cole responded, twiddling his thumbs.
“It’s our real world. Look at this view, this is all you need. It’s easier.” Wyatt answered his best friend.
“Trust me, we ain’t all the same. Wyatt has more money in his piggy bank at home than my family’s had in three generations!” Ty flashed a grin, teasing the younger son of his employer.
Joe shrugged. “I like knowing what I know. If I think about someone on the other side of the world dealing with shit, it would just stress me out. And what can I do really? My family has enough shit to figure out here. Shit’s hard...”
While all four of them approached life in vastly different ways, there was a mutual understanding amongst them that they were all inherently good. Some of who they were was a direct result of their upbringing and respective wealth, other parts the luck of the genetic draw.
Cole pursed his lips, nodding and trying not to over respond, “I just need to find it all out for myself. I can’t stay and wonder ‘what if’...”
Ty stood up and clapped his hands together. “Well, enough of this sappy shit,” he said loudly, “Cole’ll come running back to us in no time! Uncle Joe and Tyler know best!”
Wyatt stared at Cole, trying to read him, wondering if he had even the slightest of doubts or regret about leaving their friendship behind. While Wyatt certainly had dozens of ‘friendships’ throughout town because of his family name, he wasn’t good at taking things seriously and struggled to feel close to anyone besides Cole growing up. Cole was the only one who’d seen one of his sappy or drunken tantrums over all kinds of stupid shit, and he’d become somewhat of a crutch for his sanity as they went through puberty together.
“Live a little this Summer. Put in your sixty hours, crack open a cold one, and find some pussy!” Joe dared to go a little bolder with his words, now with a few drinks in him.
“He doesn’t need your advice on picking up chicks, shrimp dick!” Wyatt hopped off the bail of hay and stood up, knowing Joe would come after him. As expected, Joe laughed and popped up, shirtless with a backwards hat on, and dashed after Wyatt, who was wearing a ratty old cutoff tee and a ball cap. Joe chased a wiggly and quick Wyatt, while Cole and Ty laid back laughing their assess off. Eventually Joe caught up to the skinny, tan eighteen year old, tackling him to the ground and play-wrestling him in the dirt.
“AHH!! Help!!” Wyatt laughed, slapping off Joe’s hands as both guys giggled and grappled on the ground, interlocking their arms as their hands glided over the other’s slick, sweaty skin.
Cole took in the sight, knowing there was a small chance that he wasn’t appreciating the simplicity of these moments enough when he dreamt of ‘bigger things’.
Joe climbed back up off the ground and gave Wyatt a playful nudge with his foot to the groin, just enough to make the younger guy curl up and wince, “don’t fuck with me, ya little bitch!” Joe laughed and cupped his package, “I ain’t no shrimp dick!”
Wyatt slowly made his way to his feet, “Prove it then!”
“Nah, I’m not giving your gay ass the pleasure!” Joe teased, turning to sit back down.
Wyatt’s face burned crimson at the jibe. He spat on the ground and grimaced a stern frown, “I bet you I’m bigger...” The young, skinny privileged punk quickly undid his belt and threw it to the side before unzipping his jeans and pulling them down just enough for a long, slender cut dick to flop out amongst a light dusting of black pubes coating his balls and groin. Ty and Joe’s eyes went wide at seeing the six plus inches of soft, thin dick that curled downward, looking even bigger against Wyatt’s tiny, slim frame.
Having seen him naked dozens of times at sleepovers and at the lake, Cole knew Wyatt was packing soft but also knew from conversations with his best friend that he only grew about another inch hard, something the older guys were unaware of and unlikely to find out.
“Shit kid, what do you feed that thing? Is that half your body weight?” Ty laughed, throwing back another swig from his can.
Wyatt took his penis in his hand and swung it in a circle, glaring at Joe, daring him on, “still think you’re bigger?”
Ty laughed at the exchange and hopped off the bail of hay he’d been lounging back on.