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.
*
A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 9: A Night at the Farm
I woke up in the middle of the night, having no idea of where I was.
The cushion I was sleeping on was comfy, but it was not stable. My head was slowly being lifted up, and then back down at a regular rhythm.
It was hairy too.
Wait... What?
I semi-opened my eyes.
I did not see much but I started to have some recollection of the previous evening.
The barbecue, the strip poker, the pledge... It was mostly a blur.
I was lying on Joe's massive pecs as he was softly snoring. His large brown nipple was on my lips, like I had been sucking my mother's milk.
I must have been dreaming.
I turned around and removed myself from Joe's hairy and sweaty chest.
I remembered that I was naked as I felt something brushing against my bare ass. The contact was direct with my flesh.
It was not unpleasant though.
It felt so silly to think that I was in Joe's bed, naked, that my mind put this information aside. My brain could not register it.
I was not sure that my brain could register anything at all after the gallons of alcohol I had consumed a few hours before.
The strange and thick thing which was rubbing all over my back found its way against my ass-crack. I tried to find a better position.
Joe was still snoring, louder now.
If he was snoring, this was not a dream then, the farmer was actually there, in the bed, with me!
I fully opened my eyes when I realized that it was Joe's gigantic (and hard!) cock which was now battling its way between my buns. Like a truncheon in my ass-crack!
I did not leave the bed immediately though; I was still quite drunk and very much out of it.
It was so warm and comfy under the sheets.
When the rubbing became straight down dry-humping, I had the surreal thought that I could not let my girlfriend's father fuck me in the ass. This was not reasonable. I had to snap out of my vegetative state.
I straightened up and looked around.
It was 3:30 AM but the moon was shedding some light inside the room. The window was cracked-open and we had not shut the blinds, I could see around me.
I was really there, stark naked in the bed, my dick hard and leaking against my abs. Joe's body was intertwined with mine, snoring and moving a little.
I lifted up the sheet and I had the confirmation that his own cock was quite stiffed as well. Damn, his third leg always looked amazing!
A desperate need to take a leak, - I vaguely remembered the many pints of beers I had ingested -, was eventually what got me out of the bed.
I hit myself in the nightstand. Pardon me, I had some troubles keeping my balance.
Also, my head was seemingly on the verge of exploding. Everything was spinning around. Shit. This was bad.
With much difficulty, I made it to the adjacent bathroom.
This was not my first time getting up in the middle of the night, wasted. I had acquired some reflex, but I was not in my own apartment and this one was a doozie.
I noticed that the other door of the bathroom, - the one which was leading to my own room -, was opened.
I looked at my bed and I saw a broad and nude figure sleeping in it, over the sheets.
That scared me for a split second until I remembered that Dave was meant to sleep in my bed. Probably a wise choice not to get anyone driving home!
I tried to pee in the toilets but my hard cock would not go down. I even hit myself in the face with a stream of yellow piss on my first attempt.
I made a mess.
Hopefully, Dave was in a deep sleep and he had not seen any of my demise. I had humiliated myself sufficiently during the pledge...
I opted to go in the shower instead. It would be easier to piss without aiming. The cold water would certainly be helpful as well.
It did help.
My dick had deflated a little and my senses were coming back as I went down the stairs after a quick shower. I needed something for my headache and I was looking for a large glass of water in the kitchen.
I did not even consider the fact that I was wandering in the farm naked while we had guests over.
Maybe I was becoming more and more like Joe after all, careless and confident.
I passed by the living room and I saw Bob sleeping on his stomach on the couch. His bare ass was fully exposed.
I walked very closely to him, even stopping near his drooling lips. He was snoring as well.
Contrary to the other three, I had not gotten the chance to cum. My balls were full and I could have used a blowjob.
I knew that Bobby was really good at them.
The thought of sliding my cock into his mouth crossed my mind.
Of course, I did not act on it, I had not gone full-on crazy.
At least, not yet.
I swallowed a pill for my headache, drank my water and went back upstairs. It was the middle of the night and I was exhausted.
If I can reasonably explain why I returned into Joe's bed since both the couch and my own bed were taken and there was no way I could have slept in with one of the guests, looking back, I have much more difficulty justifying why I went back in there naked.
I mean, even if it was still very warm outside, the windows were opened and at nearly 4 AM, I could have easily slid into some boxer briefs without being bothered by the heat.
I did not even think about it though.
I slid back under the thin sheets stark naked, only being careful not to full-on lie on Joe's chest this time.
I fell back asleep in a blink of an eye but I woke up multiple times throughout the night.
One time, Joe's arm was tightly held around my neck down to my chest, like we were cuddling. I was the little spoon of course.
I let him be, I thought it would be too awkward to acknowledge the position we were in, he would certainly wake-up and realize his mistake.
Another time, my hard cock woke me up.
I was facing him again, lying on his chest, and Joe was incidentally rubbing my dick with his calves. I almost nutted on him.
I had to move away and fully turned my back so this would not happen again.
Finally, as the sun was already rising outside, I realized that Joe's big slab of meat was back inside my ass crack.
I had never felt something like it, he was not penetrating me per se (obviously!) but his cock was firmly locked in my crack, dripping precum right against my hole.
I panicked for this one.
Not that I hated the sensation, but I was way less drunk than before and this was going way too far!
I pushed Joe's huge body to extract myself from him.
He coughed and he seemed to be waking up, his throbbing dick still slammed against my bare ass.
"Errrh.... What...." He grunted.
Oh no, he was about to understand that we had slept together. I mean, that we had shared the same bed, fully naked.
I did not say anything and pretended to be sleeping.
I knew that Joe did not give a fuck about this sort of things, or about anything at all for that matter, but realizing that your cock is leaking on your future son-in-law's ass, that was bound to have him have a strong reaction. Right?
I moved at the furthest edge possible of the bed to reduce contact to a maximum and I kept on with the charade that I was asleep.
He coughed and burped again.
I think he almost puked in the bed.
Just like me, he had gotten his fair share of drinks the night before.
In the end, he turned around without making any comment and we were now lying down, our respective asses touching. When I heard him snoring again, I had to take a glance at his naked body.
