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 14: Gay Incidents
Joe never mentioned what had happened with the measuring tape and, obviously, neither did I.
Pretty crazy how the human psych works sometimes.
Because we had decided so, we could both ignore the elephant in the room and carry on with our business as usual.
As far as I was concerned, my casualness was far from being genuine though.
My mind could not get a rest and I was thinking about the recent "gay incidents" I had taken part in, - that was how I was started to name them in my head -, all the damn time.
Thankfully, hard and sweaty outdoor work helped keeping my mind off things.
Besides, maybe Joe was really good at hiding his feelings but he truly seemed carefree, which was also a relief.
Did he not mind at all that I had worshipped his cock like an eager faggot and he had nutted right in my throat?
All signs showed that he did not. He was wandering around stark naked and did not give a fuck that I would glance (or downright stare) at his big dick.
I guess that he had one thing going for him, he did not know everything.
As crazy as it may sound, Joe was still oblivious that I had already done way more than just sucking the tip of his enormous cock.
Bob confirmed that my glory-hole secret was still safe when he came back home with Dave one evening.
I made sure not to drink too much and to keep my awareness all throughout the night when Joe's buddies came back, but even this was not enough to prevent me from adding a few others "gay incidents" to my list...
Yet, the pizza party had started pretty tame.
There were tons of sexual jokes and comments but no one ended-up naked and no beer was poured through the ass of any of the guests.
We were very much behaving!
It occurred to me that both Dave and Bob were talking about their farm helpers as their "boys" and kept on making comments on how "good and obedient" they were, doing blowjobs gestures or grabbing their bulges as they were mentioning them.
It was tough to say if they were joking or not but now that I knew them better, especially Bob, I was leaning towards the fact that those farm boys were certainly hard-fucked on the daily.
Dave was a tougher nut to crack.
The macho farmer was praising his "good boy" Cody any chance that he had, all the while despising gay people and barking about "sick homosexual behaviour that brings our country to ruins" every two sentences.
I discovered that Dave had even been arrested once and sentenced to pay a significant fine for having beating up a gay guy in a bar. His trial was right before he moved in Utah with his precious Cody.
That made me feel uncomfortable, for more reasons than one.
One of which being that I had been keeping memorabilia of Dave's grey jockstraps stained with his sweat, piss, and cum in my drawer and I wondered how he would react if he ever were to find out.
But again, Dave was a huge hypocrite and could have certainly used a good shrink to help him understand his suppressed homosexual desire.
Although, I was one to talk... Did I have suppressed desire myself?
I suppose they were not so repressed anymore.
All and all, it had been a quieter dinner but because everyone except for me had drunk quite a lot, it was decided that we would be having the same sleeping arrangements as we had before.
Dave would take my bed (I wondered if I would get another filthy souvenir this time around), Bob would have the couch, and I would sleep with Joe.
This was the only arrangement which made sense, I was not going to share a bed with Dave or Bob.
And why would it be weird to sleep in a large bed with someone who was meant to become, one day, my father-in-law?
There was no reason to make a big deal out of it.
I was the last one to go to bed since Joe asked me to make sure that Dave and Bob had everything that they needed before I joined him under the sheets.
I had a weird feeling about this but I went with the flow. The others were pretty hammered anyway.
When I went to check on him, Dave was already snoring. He was sleeping over the sheets of my bed, stark naked and his legs spread, his semi-hard cock lying on his thigh.
The facts that I was finding this sight very hot and that I stared at him for a couple of minutes were telling something about the invisible barriers which had been broken within me... And the night was still young.
When I went downstairs to make sure Bob did not need anything, he was definitely not sleeping and surely wanted something from me!
"I thought you would never come down." He spoke.
The horny farmer was waiting for me, sitting on the couch, his hard cock in his right hand!
"Man, lower your voice! What the hell you think you're doing?" I panicked.
"Come on, now, don't play prudish with me!" Bob stood up and dangled his cock like a toy meant to be caught.
I rolled my eyes.
"Nice jewellery... I see that's new." I teased him.
He had replaced his bright pink cock-ring by a fancier looking silver one.
"You like it? Wanna get a closer look?"
"You wish..." I replied, unable to hide the hard-on forming in my underwear.
Bob knelt down a foot away from me.
"I can take care of you first if you want... As long as you return the favour to your old friend."
"Dude, not in the living-room! Are you mad?"
"You prefer we go to the bathroom? Right next door to Joe?"
"Bob, you're trying me!"
I was telling him to stop with my words but I was walking closer to his eager mouth with my feet...
"You're not going to tell me this is dangerous..." Bob fetched my hardening cock out of my underwear. He was so hungry! "... Not after what you pulled at the gas station!"
Bob was slowly stroking my dick and I let him.
We were right next to the staircases; this was risky as fuck. Maybe not as risky as the glory hole, I would grant Bob that, but still...
He was not moving on to the next step though.
What was he waiting to deepthroat my cock?! It was at full-mast by this point, fucking ready!
I grabbed and pulled his ginger hair.
"Suck on your lollipop, dude."
"I thought you did not want to do this here?" Bob said, sticking his tongue out but barely touching my cockhead.
"You are a tease...."
My dick throbbed and slapped against his tongue.
"You'll have to ask me politely, baby doll. You should thank me for getting you out of troubles at the glory hole."
"Man..."
He kissed the tip of my cock.
"I saved your life. Don't you forget that."
"Hmmm... Bob... Just suck it, okay?! Weren't you supposed to be my sub?"
He smiled.
"Politely, I said." He pulled my foreskin to lick my cockhead.
