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 16: Inside the Barn
I pretended that the "gay incidents" did not mean anything but I was only lying to myself.
During my seventh week at the farm, Joe was on my mind 24/7 and there was no denying it anymore.
His big meaty pecs. His brown nipples. His large thighs. His broad back. His fat hairy ass... You know where I am going with this... His incredible twelve inches uncut cock (!).
Things were awkward for a couple of days after the post nap's blowjob and the admission of what had happened at the glory hole.
For once, Joe was the one seemingly uncomfortable.
He was clearly battling a war within himself. He started wearing his bathrobe back before undressing again. He spontaneously slapped my butt before taking his distance.
You know the drill: He was very hot and then he was very cold.
He tried to be all work and no play, to put some distance between us, but he would never manage to keep his hands away from me for too long.
I followed his lead.
Whenever he made a move forward, I accepted it, and whenever he took a step back, I did not insist either.
I was conflicted as well but for me, this battle had started a while back.
My obsession for Joe had begun the very first night I had arrived at the farm, and since then, it had only been growing like an unquenchable fire.
I do not think that Joe expected to get lost in his own game though, and I was somewhat pleased to see the tables turning.
Despite Joe's best efforts, it did not take more than three days for the two of us to get intimate again.
We went back at it during one particular heated night, in the beginning of August.
Joe found one of his vintage porn movies and we watched the film together, stroking our own dicks before irretrievably stroking each other.
I would never get tired of the fact that I was not able to close my fist entirely while grabbing the base of his girthy cock.
Fucking incredible monster cock!
"Have you forgotten what I asked from you, boy?" He told me as I was wanking his fat and veiny sausage.
"What... did... you ask?"
It was hard to focus while we were pleasuring each other.
"About the way you're supposed to wake me up from my naps from now on..."
He spat on my cock. He was really good at jerking me off. This was very distracting but I knew exactly what he meant now.
"Sorry, Joe, I... I was not sure if this was still on the table."
He got very close to my ears.
"My big dick is always on the table for you, Blakey." He whispered.
I nutted in his hands, only hearing these words.
Joe always knew how to get me going.
Thankfully, I knew how to get him too. I got down on my knees, found my favourite place between his legs and started blowing his dick.
He came in my mouth a few minutes later.
My job was done.
The next day, he went for his post-lunch nap in the nude and I was hard, only from watching him going up the stairs.
Funny to think that, once, some weeks before, having to wake him up had been making me nervous.
Now, I could not wait!
I paced around the house, a solid brick in my tight shorts, until it was 3 PM sharp.
I almost ran to his room to find exactly what I wanted to see. Joe lying on his back on top of the covers, stark naked, his dripping cock already showing a semi, as he was peacefully snoring and drooling.
I thought to use my hands and jerk off his cock as he had instructed me to, but since I had already missed three rendezvous, I opted for using my mouth instead.
I hoped that Joe would think a blowjob was a nice touch to compensate for not following his instructions soon enough.
I crawled towards him, sniffed his manhood, - I just loved his junks that damn much I needed to smell them -, before swallowing his rod.
It was perfect because he was not really hard and for once, I could shove his dick in my throat without choking too much. Barely, I mean, it was still a mouthful.
Besides, his precum tasted almost as delicious as his spunk did.
Joe did not open his eyes but he had stopped snoring and I felt his hand patting my bare shoulders and then my hair.
I kissed the tip of his dick. I licked his cockhead down to each of the prominent veins of his shaft until I reached the base of his cock and his two heavy balls.
How were they always this full?
I swallowed his nuts and massaged his thighs. He was getting really stiffed.
I wanted to bathe in his male scent, Joe had not showered after working hours under the sun as we were mending the last exterior part of the barn.
I slid my tongue in the wonderful spot between his balls and his groin.
I was getting closer to his asshole too.
"Good boy..." Joe muttered, semi-asleep.
I smiled.
I swallowed some of his hair but I did not mind.
"You know how to make daddy happy, right?"
I went back to my favourite activity, blowing his humongous cock until it became fully hard inside my mouth to the point where I was gagging and spitting all over his slab of meat.
The patting of my hair became something closer to pulling them and then, Joe forced down his cock.
"Now this is how you wake up... Hmmm... A hard-working farmer."
"Yeeeff." I blurted out.
I bobbed up and down his rod for nearly 15 minutes and my jaw was aching after a little while.
Joe's hands wandered all throughout my body until they slid down inside the back of my shorts.
Somehow, his fingers would always end there, so close to my butthole.
"You're hungry?" Joe finally barked as he straightened up in his bed.
His typical way to ask me if he could nut in my throat.
"Yes, daddy! Always!"
The sperm started flooding my mouth right away. Simultaneously, I came in my shorts.
Swallowing Joe's milk never failed to make me explode.
From this point on, this became a daily habit.
Breakfast in the nude at 8, working outside from 8:40 to 1PM, having a quick lunch together, Joe going from a nap, and waking-him up with a blowjob and some cum on my face or in my throat.
Sometimes, I would go lie down with him and we would cuddle.
This had become our sacred and special moment.
Outside of his bedroom, we were acting like co-workers, or maybe like friends, we could horse around, be playful, but in his bed, we were turning into something more than that.
We were intimate, and increasingly, we were acting like downright lovers.
He would kiss my forehead while we napped, I would caress his beard gently, we would fall asleep fully intertwined with each other.
I felt safe feeling his heart beating against mine.
Jesus Christ, I was really turning weak! Even girls I used to be very into did not mess up with my brain this much!
Liv never messed me up that bad...
About a week afterwards, I started sleeping in his bed at night, - not only for the afternoon naps -, and we were taking all of our showers together.
In time of drought, in the middle of the desert, we were definitely doing our part to avoid wasting any water.
I blew his dick in the shower a couple of times and he painted my face white.
"Thank you, daddy." I had told him both times.
