Blake agrees to spend the summer at Joe's farm to lend a helping hand to his girlfriend's father and make a few bucks. That sounds like the perfect plan for his jealous girlfriend. Stuck at the farm, Blake will not cheat on her while she is away... If only she knew!
All characters featured in the story are above 18.
This story is entirely fictional and only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.
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A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 5: Titties' sucker
I followed Joe's naked body to the living room. What a view it was, his fat muscular ass bouncing down the stairs.
He seemed to be feeling much better, probably thanks to my thorough massage.
He bent over to look for some movies to play in an old VHS player. (So retro!)
I was still very hard under my shorts, and so was Joe.
He was smashing small trinkets under the T.V. because of his gigantic cock getting in the way. Joe was apparently looking for a very specific film.
"Damn it, I'm sure it's somewhere in there."
Because of the way he was arching himself, once again, I had a clear view of his hairy butthole. Joe Peterson was nothing if he was not shameless!
"What are you looking for? Maybe I can help?"
"Nah, got it!" He exclaimed after a minute.
He turned around and show me a VHS cover, straight from the early 1990's. The image had been fading away but there was definitely a naked girl there, holding up her boobs and making a "O" with her mouth.
"Elisa?" I tried to read the title.
"Exactly. Elisa Charm! That woman taught me a lot growing up!" He chuckled.
"She does look nice..."
"Oh, she is nice. So much better than the fake trashy girls we see in porn nowadays. Internet really killed the industry and plastic surgery only made things worse. But Elisa, damn, she was the real deal. Freaky at heart, beautiful green eyes, and a banging body."
I laughed a little to hide my nervousness.
"Girls in porn all look the same." I confirmed.
Joe turned around again and got down on his knees to insert the VHS.
I was surprised this would still be working, but it was, the film started playing immediately.
"They don't know how to produce good erotic films anymore."
Joe sat down in "his" armchair and I followed suit, sitting on the couch, a few feet away from him.
Joe was not touching his cock; he was casually watching the opening credits while scratching his stomach.
It had been so long since I had actually watched a porn movie. I wondered if I ever had sat through one.
Usually, I was going from clips to clips on my phone, only to get the best bits of the things I liked most. Generally, I was nutting to hard anal fucking and rough sloppy deepthroats. I loved gangbangs too, or seeing a guy nutting on a girl's boobs.
"Aren't you going to rub one out?" Joe asked me with his usual bluntness.
"I... I guess."
"You do seem like you need a release, my boy."
He stared at my crotch, or rather, at the tent in my shorts. I blushed. He grabbed his own massive dick which was still pointing towards the ceiling.
I was hesitant but he reassured me.
"Don't sweat it, Blakey, I do need to empty these balls too."
He rubbed his already wet cockhead.
"Yeah... We all have to, sometimes."
"You're touching yourself wearing your shorts? Interesting technique." He mocked me.
"Of course, not."
I finally removed my shorts and my boxer briefs while my girlfriend's father was looking straight at me. My cock slammed against my top, leaving a stain of precum on the grey fabric. I took my tank top off as well and I was fully naked, just like Joe.
I felt stupid and very exposed.
Somehow though, my cock remained firmly hard.
I wondered what Joe was thinking about my dick, its size, its girth, if he was thinking anything at all. I personally was thinking about his monster cock a lot, way more than I should probably have.
We did not talk much. What was there to say?
The film was rather boring at first, a beautiful woman waking up in her bed, not even naked. She drank her coffee until she realized that there was a leak under her sink.
The following scene where Elisa Charm bent over to look at the pipes and the camera slowly gave us a close up of her ass, only covered by a very thin white pair of sexy lingerie did catch my attention.
I have to say, I was expecting a better scenario for Joe's favourite porn movies of all time.
The plumber's storyline... Really?!
He seemed to like it though; he was now stroking himself. Using both of his large farmer hands.
I was watching him from the corner of my eyes.
To be honest, I may have been glancing at Joe more than I was watching the movie. It was very impressive to see his cock getting massaged this way, especially when precum started to form at the tip of his pole and slide down his balls.
Most of the guys would have considered this type of fluids as a thick and full load of sperm but for Joe, it was only precum.
Just imagining how white and creamy his actual spunk must have looked like, I got the overwhelming urge to see him nut!
What the fuck was I thinking?
I looked back at the movie. The plumber had arrived, or rather, the plumbers. Two macho hairy guys, wearing nothing under their blue overalls.
Typical.
They had to look under the sink to assess the damages. Weirdly, the camera also did close-ups on their ass. The woman was watching them do their thing. She started to slide her hand in her panties, it was suggested more than anything else.
The movie alternated between Elisa Charm caressing herself and the two guys, working on fixing that damn leak, taking more and more suggestive poses under the sink, dropping their overalls, until they were showing off their ass-cracks.
"The Plumber's smile" as they say.
Frankly, at some point, the camera focused so long on the two guys sweating and bending over that it looked like this was turning into a gay porn. Not that I had ever watched a gay porn...
Okay, I may have stumbled onto some clips, sue me, that's just how the internet works!
"Yeah, go ahead, get your pussy all wet looking at those big guys!" Joe commented next to me.
Oh great, now I was about to have the audio-description as well.
I glanced at Joe again. He was no longer stroking himself per se, although his uncut dick kept on releasing a large amount of precum down his -- from what I could assess -- more of eleven-inches shaft.
Instead, Joe was slightly rubbing his right nipple and massaging his (massive!) balls with his other hand.
My dick throbbed.
I loved some nipple play myself, always made me feel good when I was jerking-off, and I thought that Joe was giving me the green light to caress my own pecs.
I did and I looked back at the television. The girl was making out with one the plumbers. He spat in her mouth. That was hot. She spat back. That was wild.
