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 20: London's Calling
I stayed in bed late, playing with Joe's thick chest hair.
I twirled them between my fingers, tested how long they truly were, I even pulled one greyish hair out to mess with Joe.
"Ouch."
I kissed his stomach afterwards to make it up to him, and then, the tip of his cock.
He let me have this.
Crazy to think of how much I was intimidated by him at the beginning of the summer.
Who could have imagined Joe Peterson would turn out to be so sweet?
It was not that he had changed. Granted, Joe was the same gruffy man, - grunting or barking remaining his favourite mode of communication -, but I was now seeing something new in his eyes, something which looked more like tenderness, or care.
We were still fucking like horny rabbits though.
I was impaling myself on his humongous cock at least four times a day, but afterwards, we would cuddle for the longest time, the cum drying inside my hole or against my skin.
Just as if we were together for real.
It was scary how fast this month of August was passing by and soon enough, September was coming.
When I received the text-message from Olivia telling me "15 days till we reunite, my love", I wanted to stop time.
Since it was impossible, I just made sure to suck, lick, and worship every inch of Joe's cock one more time.
Let me enjoy that slab of meat for as long as I possibly could!
It was a good thing that we were living alone in a remote place because I do not think that Joe and I were very good at hiding our relationship, - at this point, we could definitely call it a "relationship".
When the boy maid would come over each Tuesday, we tried not to be so obvious the first couple of times, but then, we would fuck in Joe's room while he was cleaning up downstairs.
Trust me, he must have heard me screaming, Joe was a rough fucker and I could not really contain myself when he was reaching my prostate.
Not that the boy seemed surprised by what was going on inside the farm.
When Joe made me suck his dick in the living room, right in the open, all the while the hunky maid was dusting the coffee table, I understood that we were no longer even trying to be discreet.
He nutted in my throat when tipping the guy.
"It's our damn house, we do whatever we please. Besides, who would he tell anyway?" Joe reassured me once as I had expressed my concerns.
"I don't know... Joe, we do need to keep this private. Can you imagine what would happen if anyone else (not to say the name "Liv") were to find out."
"No need to tell me, I'm well aware, but Andy's good boy, he wouldn't rat on us."
Andy, maybe... But what about Dave, Cody, or Bob? Anyone could tell what they knew.
We were being reckless.
I could not seriously be mad at Joe though.
To be fair, I had largely accepted this public display of my slutiness, and the worst part was, being seen was making the whole thing even more exciting.
Even with Olivia, I had always enjoyed public and risky settings.
"Have you seen how much Andy's been checking on us? The whole time, he was hard!" I told Joe.
"The boy was horny and jealous as can be!" Joe chuckled. "I'm sure he's rubbing one out thinking of us as we speak."
"But I'm the only one allowed to do that to you right?" I spoke while grabbing his hardening dick again.
"You sure are, Blakey."
He kissed my forehead.
We were both very much aware that what we were doing was wrong but since none of us wanted to stop or even slow down, we could not have any honest conversation about it.
Besides, why in hell should we talk when we could fuck our brains out instead?!
It was like a vicious circle, the more we were glued to each other, the more difficult it was to get away.
After fucking me in the barn and every single room of the house, - Joe banged me on the kitchen counter, on his sacred armchair, in his bedroom and in mine (well, former bedroom, before I started to sleep with him every single night), in the shower, against the sink, in the middle of the stairs, on the floor -, we got even more adventurous and he drilled me in the middle of a field during sun set.
A few cars were passing by and they could definitely tell that people were fucking but we were far away enough not to be identified.
At most, they could determine that we were both men.
So scandalous in the middle of Utah, right?!
That evening in the field was also the first time we gave each other a 69. Joe was lying in the crops and I was lying on top of him.
I sucked Joe's monster cock and he blew mine -- all the while hard-fingering me of course.
I was quick to give him back the favour and he exploded in my throat as I was pushing my middle finger deep inside his musky and warm hole.
It was not that frequent that Joe would allow himself to act submissive but aside from fucking him -- and kissing each other on the lips -, we had probably done everything in the book by this point.
Another boundary was crossed about two weeks before Olivia's expected come-back to the United Stated.
We had worked all afternoon and Joe and I were in the shower when my phone rung. We were not fucking yet but he was already humping me and licking the back of my neck.
I was very much ready to feel him invading me.
It had been a busy day and we had not fucked since we had woken up early in the morning. We were both excited to go back at it again.
Olivia was having a low day in London and she wanted for us to have a chat over face-time. I could not deny her that.
It was late in the evening for her and late afternoon for me so I thought she would get tired before me, but she would not stop talking about her colleagues, being home-sick, having realized that I was the man of her life...
For fuck's sake, she was making it very difficult for me!
Even Joe was getting tired of the call as he was eagerly waiting to pound my eager hole again.
When I picked up, wrapped in my towel, I thought it would be a five minutes deal and reluctantly, I had let Joe and his hard dripping cock behind me.
Until that point, my phone-calls with Olivia were some of the only moments when Joe and I were not messing with each other. That would have been wrong.
But not that day...
Joe was simply too damn horny.
I went downstairs while talking with Liv and barely registered that Joe was following me in the kitchen.
"Babe, you'll be back in the US in two weeks, stop worrying and just try to enjoy your last days in London!" I tried to reassure my girlfriend.
"I know... But it's so weird... I guess, I'm just missing you too much. I wish you were here with me, there are so much things that I do that I'd like to share with you. It's like, it was fun at first but now... It's pointless doing this alone."
I smiled at the camera on the phone, Olivia looked very sincere, but behind the phone, Joe was sitting on a chair, stroking his meat while grinning at me.
I gasped. I was not expecting that.
"Ah."
"What?"
"No, nothing, you're just too damn cute, Liv." I told to explain my weird reaction.
"You're the real cutie, farm labour looks very good on you."
What the fuck was Joe playing at?!
"Thanks, babe."
"Your pecs look solid, Blake. Seriously, you're getting stronger or what?" Liv sounded excited over the phone.
I was shirtless, only wearing a towel around my thighs.
"I guess manual labour does work..."
Joe spat on his cock in front of me while his daughter was trying to get me in the mood.
