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 22: The final Countdown
Joe and I were no longer fucking.
Instead, we were making love to each other.
I know, right? Who could have predicted I was going to become such a romantic?! Ironically enough, Olivia had wished for me to change for so long, and I finally did.
The player had gotten played.
Joe's lips tasted sweet against mines, his tongue felt warm in my mouth, his scent was deliciously musky, his furry chest kept me secure, his throat held on tight while I was face-bucking him... His gigantic monster-cock was ploughing my asshole just right.
We were one, fully intertwined with each-other.
One of our favourite positions became one where we were both sitting, either on a chair, or on the floor, our legs crossed or spread out.
Either way, we were facing each other and we could make out while I was bouncing up and down Joe's abnormally large cock, my own dick rubbing against his hairy stomach.
Hundreds of times a day, we were French-kissing like lovers.
By all accounts of the word, we were lovers.
We were everything.
Aiden's visit had only strengthened our bond as it had forced us to come clean about our feelings.
In the midst of Joe and I getting closer than we had ever been, Liv's text messages and the awful countdown until her return kept coming, like a death sentence to our relationship.
But which one exactly? My relationship with the father or with the daughter?
Probably both. There was no way this could end well for any of us.
Every day, I promised myself that I would talk to her. I had to.
But how...?
10 days.
I said nothing. It was selfish but I wanted to enjoy my time with Joe, just a little bit more.
We had wasted so much summer days beating around the bush, assessing one another.
I was so happy cuddling in his arms now, his cock buried deep in my ass. I could not jeopardize that so quickly.
9 days.
No need to create any drama while Olivia still had more than a week left to her trip, that would be cruel of me to ruin that good time for her. I convinced myself that I was being a good guy not mentioning anything at this point.
I am aware, I was a fucking coward and a hypocrite.
8 days.
When we face-timed that day, Liv was especially thankful for my help at her father's farm, as well as for respecting my promises to stay faithful all summer long.
She told me that she loved me more times than I could count.
Such a bad timing to tell her that I had been cheating... Even more so to reveal the name of my secret lover!
7 days.
A week left.
It was getting harder to rationalize my silence but I could wait one more day.
Apparently, Olivia was doing much better, and enjoying herself more as she was aware that she would not be able to return to Europe anytime soon. She was done with feeling home-sick... Freaking finally!
If I were to break her the bad news, she would be devastated; it was only right to wait until the last few days of her internship.
6 days.
I knew that it was about time but I could not bring myself to say anything to Liv when we talked over the phone.
What could I have possibly said anyway?
I had been fucked by her father twice in the last couple of hours prior to our scheduled call.
It was getting worse and worse.
5 days.
Okay. I had to say something at this point.
At the very least, I should have broken up with Olivia, even if I did not mention anything about her father...
This time, when I hung up the phone, I hated myself for not having the balls to stop her while she was telling me how eager she was to see me again.
Did I really have to say "I love you" back?!
Damn it. I was the worst.
I had kept my head in the sand for as long as possible, but I was done. I talked to myself out loud: "when she calls tomorrow, Blake, you tell her everything."
I was dead serious. This was driving me mad.
4 days.
I received her text while I was wrapped in Joe's arms.
I was sitting on his laps in "his" armchair, which, somehow, had become "ours".
"Only four days left, baby. Cannot wait to smell your scent again. To lie on your side. To be with you. Love you. Liv."
I had been avoiding the topic of his daughter with Joe at all costs, but now, so close to her return, we did not have the choice.
I showed him the text to act as an electro-shock of what we were truly doing to his precious angel. He had to take responsibility as well.
I had been preserving Joe for too long, hiding the messages and trying to be discreet when I was on the phone with Olivia.
Frankly, I was doing everything to avoid repeating what had happened once while we were face-timing... Remember, Joe sucking me off at the same time?!
Anyway, his face changed drastically reading the text but he did not pull back from his embrace.
"What do you want me to do about this?" He asked in his usual grouchy tone.
"I don't know... I... I think we should talk to her."
"And say what?"
"The truth?"
He sighed heavily.
"Blakey... The truth! You want to tell Liv that you're fucking with her dad?! The girl lost her mother already, for God's sake. You cannot be serious."
I was the one to remove myself from him.
"I don't get it, Joe. Aren't you participating in this or is this all in my head?! Because from what I can tell, it's your cum which is drying in my ass right now! It's your dick which is still hard against my thigh! It's in your bed that we're sleeping every night! And it's in your damn farm that I've become this... this person."
"This is not about who's fault this is, Blakey."
"Oh really? Then, how come I'm responsible for telling Liv?!"
"I've never said that. I'm aware there are two of us in this boat. I..." He looked for his words. "I just don't see a damn world where I look at my daughter in the eyes and admit that I'm fucking her fiancé."
"Ok, and then what?! You want us to stop?! You want to pretend like this has never happened, not mentioning it ever again!"
He pulled back my arm towards him. It was an affectionate move.
"Don't say that, baby. I don't want to stop any of this."
We kissed.
Honestly, we almost fucked again right there but I could not let the diversion happen. I had broken the ceiling and we needed to figure this out.
Right. Fucking. Now.
"She's coming back in four days, Joe!"
"Damn it... Couldn't she find herself a guy there in Europe?! Why did she have to be so homesick, and so eager to come back to the States?!"
"Don't tell me about it... I can't believe I was afraid about that at the beginning, that she would cheat on me."
"It sure would have made things easier..."
"She hasn't though. She..." I thought it was time to come clean about something. "Joe, Liv's writing me every single day, like, she's never been so into me it feels like. She..." I gulped. "She loves me."
"Fuck! What's wrong with her? You're not that great, God damn it!"
I chuckled.
"Looks like that I am for her..."
"Well, she doesn't know you. Not the real you."
He had a point and I did not know what else to say.
There we were again, unable to find a sustainable outcome to an impossible problem.
"Maybe I could break up with her, or at the very least, tell her that I did not miss her like I thought I would. It would hurt but she would understand, she's a smart girl. And then, once her and I are done, and things settle down, maybe in the future, we could..."
