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 7: Poker Night
When I went upstairs to wake Joe from his nap the next afternoon, for once, it was not to get ready for more hard work.
We had guests coming over!
Although the upcoming visit did not involve much preparation other than getting chips and cold beers, - "we drink, eat some barbecue, and we play cards, we're not old women having a tea" Joe told me when I asked what needed to be done -, Joe still thought we would be better off if we were not tired from an afternoon of physical labour outside.
Especially since it was a very hot day.
The heatwave had been hitting hard since I had arrived in Utah but that day was the worst of them all. We worked at the barn in the morning and we were drenched with sweat less than two minutes into it.
Seriously, we had to stop before 11 AM, for the sake of our health.
The air was hardly breathable.
Joe was wearing some tiny pair of shorts and farmer boots, - that was it, no socks, no shirt, no underwear... -, and the light grey shorts had turned translucent as soon as we had started working.
No need to mention that Joe's humongous flaccid cock was fully on display, glued to the fabric.
You could see everything, from his thick prominent veins to his bushy pubic hair.
I was distracted all morning!
At some point, I had to screw a large wooden board (no pun intended) against the main entrance of the barn and I needed someone to hold some of the wood for me (again, no pun intended!).
Even doing this together, it was still tricky to find the right way to go at it and I found myself stuck right under Joe's crotch, his drenched cock rubbing all over my face as he was slightly moving to maintain his position.
Sure, the heat was unbearable but damn, the fabric of these shorts was so thin it was as if he was not wearing a thing!
Besides, he was so wet that I could not tell if it was piss or sweat dripping on my face.
Either way, it reeked like manhood!
I wondered if Joe had noticed that he was smacking his slimy and meaty anaconda against my cheeks and forehead as I was struggling to get the work done.
Probably not since he was too busy grunting at me:
"Boy, it's getting hard to hold that big wood for you! What's taking you so long?!"
Shit. It was getting hard indeed, in more ways than one.
We managed to finish this up and without air conditioning inside the farm, we ended-up sweating near a fan in front of the television for most of the afternoon.
I was drinking frozen water in the couch while Joe was lounging in his armchair.
I was wearing some white boxer briefs but Joe had decided that even the slightest underwear was too much to handle that day. He was stark naked, his legs widely spread to "let the air pass through".
The fan was set up right beneath Joe and some of the thick black hair on his ass crack and balls were moving like trees in the wind.
I was not too sure what to expect for the evening to come but frankly, I was happy to have a break from our routine and to have a reason not to think about Joe's large bone.
I was definitely not cured from my unhealthy obsession...
I had gone over the fact that a random dude had blown my dick at a truck stop the day before (I could rationalize it: this was a once in a lifetime experience, I had never actually seen the guy, and I was the top so, technically, I had not done anything gay... right?), but I was really weirded out by how much I was staring - and thinking, and dreaming of, and obsessing over - Joe's impressive genitals.
I imagined that with the guests being here, Joe would finally wear some type of clothing that evening and I could focus my attention elsewhere.
Of course, I had no idea how lewdly things would turn!
Robert, or rather Bob, was the first one to arrive at the farm around 8PM when it was finally starting to feel comfortable outside.
He had brought some meat, some sausages and more booze. We had planned for a barbecue.
I was excited by the prospect of grilling meat and not having to pretend to take some vegetables to go along my steaks. No women there to scold us on the danger of a potential heart attack!
I understood right away why Joe and Bob were friends. They were very alike.
Although he was a bit slimmer and leaner, Bob had the same careless and macho attitude, complaining about his annoying wife as soon as he got to the farm.
"Fucking good to see, Joe!" They hugged each other. "I thought Susan would never let me out of the damn house! Because of the heat, I was stuck inside with the kids all day, fucking hell if I do say so myself!"
His hair and beard were a weird shade between ginger, blond and grey, - they looked pretty dirty -, and he was dressed casually for the occasion.
Just like us, Bob was only wearing a pair of (filthy) sandals, some shorts, and a stained tank top which he took off as soon as he started taking care of the barbecue.
Bob definitely was working out. His V-line was not as clearly defined as mine but still, not so bad for a forty something!
I always appreciate a fellow dude who can pull some weights at the gym.
Joe and him seemed to be long-time friends, Bob was apparently one of our closest neighbours. Still a good 15 minutes car ride though.
"Oh, that's your new boy!" He told Joe when he noticed me standing awkwardly behind him.
I hated the fact that he talked about me without addressing me directly, (I mean, I was right there!), and I was not too sure if I liked being called "Joe's boy".
Rather quickly though, I learned to enjoy Bob's company.
He was pretty harmless and he could even be funny.
"Yeah, that's Liv's boyfriend, Blake. He's been helping me out for about a week. A good lad." Joe told his friend.
I was beaming with pride inside.
I had rarely ever heard Joe complimenting me, or anyone other than his daughter for that matter.
Bob shook my hand firmly. He was sweaty. To be fair, we all were.
"Hi Bob, nice to meet you."
"You're the kid who let his girlfriend fly to Europe for three months? Alone?"
"Guilty..."
"You must be a confident man then... or a stupid one!" Bob burst out laughing. "Good for you for helping our old joe though. He certainly needs a helping hand!"
He winked at Joe and smacked my butt.
I had the instant confirmation that he was basically Joe's twin in terms of recklessness, - and redneckness-, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, Bob was indeed a good distraction.
He was cracking jokes, teasing Joe a little which was nice to be part of, complaining about his "damn kids" as he was preparing some hot dogs, and he almost constantly had a smile or a grin on his face.
