Farmer Joe finds himself forced to live with his daughter and her boyfriend, Blake, for the entire Fall. The redneck hates being stuck in a small apartment in the city, but he has a secret. Joe and Blake have begun a relationship last Summer... Living once again in such close proximity, things could get steamy... and complicated.
This book is a sequel to A Summer at the Farm, told through Joe's perspective. All characters featured are above 18 years-old and this story is meant to be read by adults only.
A FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 18: The Bottoms' Competition
At 44, I had made more than my fair share of mistakes in life.
Suggesting to Tommy to meet us at the gym to get some work-out done before we would fuck was certainly another one of them.
Who was I kidding?
Of course, we would be unable to keep our hands off each other in the sauna!
Who was I fooling pretending that we would wait until we were back home to have sex.
We got together on a Thursday night in early December.
The gym was practically empty, about to close, and we were definitely horny.
Sergio and Tommy were wearing their shortest shorts (grey for Sergio, bright fluorescent green for Tommy) when I met with them in the parking lot.
In a way, going to the gym was very fitting for the theme I had come up with.
It was only right that the "bottoms' competition" should be starting off with some series of squats and an actual athletic challenge.
They were both very proud of their juicy bums, - inside and out -, and I bet that they were happy to measure each other's up, with my gigantic farmer's cock as the ultimate deciding factor as to who the winner was.
Already, they were assessing each other as we walked inside the gym.
On my side, I was just enjoying how they were already trying to show off the goods.
Sergio was acting different than usual, arching his back a little more as he walked in front of me. Even down to the choice of his shorts, I could tell that he was looking for my attention.
It was a brand-new pair and he was clearly going commando.
Tommy was his usual slutty-self.
I mean, I had only met him once but he was exactly how I remembered him: daring, cheeky, and not afraid to display his naughty side... even in public.
"So, I came here to battle in a competition, what is it about? I hope there are some official rules and a referee." He told as we were putting out bags in the lockers.
"I make up the rules, and my cock is the referee, how does it work for you?" I snapped back, grabbing his ass in the empty locker-room.
I was in a filthy mood.
"Aaaah." He moaned in a high-pitched voice. "Sounds good."
Sergio rolled his eyes.
"Before you two start fucking right there, may I remind you that we're in a public place and a guy is changing on the other side of that locker?"
"Don't worry, Sergio, we'll behave."
I bet he was mostly talking out of jealousy because he did not seem to care that much when he was the one, I was drilling in the communal showers!
I squeezed his ass too, and he bit his lips.
"I'm not crazy, we won't take too much risks." Tommy told Sergio to reassure him.
They were meeting for the first time; it could have potentially been awkward between them.
Sergio grabbed my bulge in a daring move, probably wanted to prove himself off.
"That's okay, I can handle some heat!"
Well, awkward was probably a poor choice of words.
Those two sex-freaks were meant to get along... and to service my demanding cock!
As a couple of guys were leaving the gym and changing into their regular clothes in the locker-rooms, we stopped our shenanigans and moved on to the working-out space.
You guessed it, it was about to be a session heavily focused on the glutes.
Back squats, Romanian deadlift, hips' thrusts, I made them sweat their ass off until their nylon shorts were all drenched and practically see-through.
I loved it, how they were constantly trying to top each other off (so to speak) and to do more sets than the other.
As it turned out, winning a made-up sex competition was a great way to be motivated at the gym.
Who knew?
Maybe I should have opened my own sport centre. I would have definitely kept the gym rats in shape and dedicated!
I took part in the exercises as well but I was mostly watching (and enjoying) the show. I did not care that much about working my fat hairy ass.
It was only the three of us in the room, - the few guys who were still there were pulling weights in another space -, and the sexual tension was increasing all throughout the session.
Needless to say, by the end of it, I was hard as a rock and leaking in my own shorts.
The stain of precum became outrageously visible, as well as my cockhead and veiny shaft, and I caught my two bottoms staring and drooling.
To make things even spicier, I would use the pretext of helping them with their moves to cop a feel.
I stood behind Sergio first and I grabbed his waist.
"Get down, man..."
"Like that?"
He rubbed his ass against my cock.
"Lower, you really need to push yourself to see some progress."
"Aaaah... Fuck, it's hard..."
My massive rod was now resting right in the middle of his ass crack. Without the fabric of our respective shorts, we would have been fucking.
"I know it's hard... But don't worry, man, I gotcha."
"Yes... Aaaah..."
I lifted him up, and pushed him back down. I had always enjoyed manhandling a submissive guy.
Tommy had stopped his own set of squats to stare at us.
He did not look like he was hard under his shorts. Not yet... But I would certainly take care of that.
"Need some help back there?" I asked.
"Sure... Show me how I'm supposed to squat again, Mr. Farmer?"
I let go of Sergio to take care of Tommy.
Some men might have been overwhelmed with the options, but I knew I could handle two bottoms all at once.
As long as my feelings were not involved, I was pretty fine with any situation.
"Here you go, start by bending over a little."
"You're sure?"
"It'll help you figure the right position."
Tommy was smiling to his ears as he happily obliged and continued the role-play.
Frankly, the idea of a competition was silly. How could have I compared those delicious bums?
Both felt amazing underneath my wandering hands. I would say that Tommy was firmer while Sergio was bit fuller and juicer, but I did not have any preference between the two.
Especially when I was practically dry-humping them in the middle of the empty gym.
Things were about to get downright sexual, - the waistband of my shorts was barely holding on -, when a manager passed by to tell us that the gym was about to close.
"If you want to use the sauna, it's now or never." He added.
I took that as a clear indication that the staff was fine with us horsing around (or doing more than that) in the sauna, and Sergio seemed to be under the same impression.
"It was practically an invitation, right?"
If Tommy's hard cock was still invisible, Sergio's stiffed bone was now scandalously showing.
