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 18: Heatstroke
The month of August is very hot in Utah.
Especially when you work and live at Joe's farm.
It had taken us weeks to really make a move onto each other, but once we had crossed the Rubicon, we were fucking like rabbits.
Or more accurately, Joe was fucking me.
Hard.
And multiple times a day.
I discovered everything in the span of one Summer. How to give proper blowjobs. How to stimulate my prostate. How well anal pleasure and anal orgasms could feel. How to fuck with another man. How to handle an unreal 12+ inches veiny cock.
Joe was truly blessed with that one.
Whether flaccid or hard, although we were living pretty much like nudists in the farm, I could never get tired of looking at and worshipping the fat piece of uncut meat dangling between his hairy legs.
I learnt so much with him.
With time, I found that Joe was right about the ways a man should live his life.
Why should we care about what other people think? Why do we need to hide everything which make us who we are: our body, our hair, our smell... Hell, we should even be enjoying out stink!
Why hide our sexual urges? If we want to grab our cock and stroke it, why should we stop ourselves?
Men are wired this way. They get horny and their dicks get hard at any time. Joe helped me embrace this.
It was just natural.
"Be proud of your libido, Blakey, that's your energy right there." He grabbed my balls. "Politicians can make speeches, women can cry on television, we can talk about money, feminism, war or power, but deep down, we all know the truth, sex is driving our world." Joe had once told me.
It was very strange when we had to go out of the farm or see someone from the "outside world".
Having to put on underwear or even just a pair of shorts seemed like a tedious and unnatural task.
Just like Joe, I wanted to be naked all the time now, enjoying the sun on my bare skin, letting my cock hang freely.
Running an errand without being able to burp in public or to scratch my balls seemed silly.
Even in a small town full of rednecks, I thought that everyone was way too polite and, in a way, way too "civilized".
At the farm, I felt more connected to my inner self, to my primal self...
Really, Olivia had a point when she was saying that her father was just like a cave man. But what I had firstly seen as an insult became a compliment, something to aspire towards, the true meaning of our life.
I did not want to think about Liv though...
What would she think of me when she would come back? Would she be able to tell that I had become a very different man? Certainly... Could she smell her father strong scent all over me? Would she realize that my asshole was not as tight as before?
But more importantly, did I still want her to come back?
I really tried not to think about her to enjoy my time with Joe but, even from thousands of miles away, Olivia was becoming omnipresent.
Her calls were more frequent.
The facetimes were lasting longer.
She was texting me each morning with the number of days left before our reunion.
As the time went by, she seemed more and more excited to come back. She told me that her trip had been like a tipping point for her, understanding what really mattered in life, and guess what she found out? What really mattered was... me!
Fucking hell!
Could not she find a cute London boy and give me some rest?!
It was like she was determined to make me feel guilty, although clearly, she had no idea about what was going on at the farm.
I mean, how could she have imagined that?!
Olivia became a sensitive topic for Joe and I as I was downplaying her involvement in our relationship while Joe could not help but noticing the multiple calls and texts...
She was also telling him how much she was happy that he liked me. She took it as Joe giving his approval on our relationship.
"I've just hung up with Liv..." He told me one night as he walked inside his bedroom (which had become our bedroom) and as I was waiting him on all fours on the bed.
As soon as he pronounced her name, I knew that I would not be getting some good dicking that night.
I sat down, jaded.
"Oh, cool. What did she say?" I pretended that this was casual.
Neither Joe nor I had recognized that we were doing anything wrong by quote on quote "playing" together.
We were just blowing off some steam.
Always the same mantra, we were not hurting anyone, as long as she did not know...
"She's glad that you're here at the farm, helping me. I told her you've been great and she... Well, she's very excited about it... You want to know her exact words?"
It was very unusual for Joe; he was not joking around or grunting.
He seemed very serious as he was talking about his daughter.
"Just tell me."
"She said that..." He sighed. "... That it was the best thing that could happen to her that the two men of her life were respecting and loving each other that much. She's over the moon about that."
Ouch...
What a way to kill the mood, Liv.
"Yeah, I mean, she's right. I respect and..." I could not repeat the word love, for obvious reasons. "...I admire you very much."
"Likewise." Joe whispered, sitting down next to me.
I tentatively put my head on his broad shoulder, and thankfully, he let me, meaning that we were not finished.
"Joe... I... I think I'm going to propose to her when she'll be back."
I do not know why I said that.
He smiled.
"You two are going to be very happy together."
I nodded yes.
I had my hand on his bare thigh though. So close to his dick.
Could have we been more delusional?
Looking back at it, I think that we both needed a reason to keep going without feeling too bad about ourselves.
The minute we would recognize we were going too far; it would have to stop.
On the contrary, if I were still intending to marry his daughter, that could only mean that whatever was happening between Joe and I was barely something to pass the time in a stranded place.
Nothing serious or to be worried about.
We did not have sex that night but we still slept in the same bed.
Maybe it was even worse...
When I woke up, I had a text, the countdown. 21 days before she would be back.
I sighed.
But then, I made a decision.
I only had three weeks left with Joe and I had to make it count. Realistically this could never work, - long term was impossible between us -, but we could not waste the short time that we did have by feeling guilty.