A Summer at the Farm (Erotic story)
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Damn Blake is so HOT..... Can 't wait for him to become a power bottom for these old guys.
Hopefully, You can have it tomorrow morning. I wanna read it before I go to work. Thanks in advance.
A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 13: The Measuring Tape (Part 1)
"Want some milk, son?"
It had been 36 hours since I had blown Joe's cock and some of the things that he was telling me were giving me vivid flashbacks of the event.
"Yeah, thanks."
"You know that only pussies drink their coffee with extra milk, right?" He teased me while handing me the bottle.
"What do real men drink then? Pure scotch? All day long?"
"They can mix it up with some beer." Joe smirked at me, slapping his bare and hairy stomach.
I rolled my eyes.
Joe's lessons on "how to be a man" were resonating differently now that I knew he was a frequent visitor at the local glory hole.
Maybe the fact that I had swallowed his cum while deepthroating him had made me see him differently as well...
I did not have much time to feel ashamed about what I had done.
I felt a little guilty when I talked to Olivia afterwards, - she was still very much excited about her life in London but I found out that her friend "James", the one that she kept mentioning, was gay -, but overall, the panic of potentially getting caught had overtaken any other thoughts.
Once I had been reassured that Joe did not know that I had been the one sucking his extra-large cock on the other side of the wall, all which was left in me was a deep sense of relief.
And, admittedly, a bit of horniness.
Joe was his usual-self at the farm: eating his breakfast stark naked, barking at me for no apparent reason, napping in the afternoon, and jerking-off in the living room during the evening.
I suppose that the fact that he had become very comfortable with stroking his dick while we were watching television after dinner was somewhat new, but it was nothing really surprising coming from the exhibitionist farmer.
We were watching a crappy reality-tv show when he started fondling with his cock. For some reason, Joe loved watching this shit.
To be fair, one of those girls really had amazing natural boobs and she seemed to be only wearing micro bikini on the screen.
She was giving to the concept of "cleavage" a whole new meaning.
The slut was retelling how she had been ploughed by one of the new guys coming inside the villa (and inside her) the night before when I noticed that Joe was fully hard and stroking himself in his armchair.
When my own cock started stirring up in my boxer briefs, I told myself that it was the girl on TV who had gotten me horny as well...
...Not the sight of Joe's gigantic cock rising to full mast a few feet away from me.
"That girl looks like she needs to meet up with real men, not reality-tv punks." Joe mindlessly commented.
"Yeah..."
"Do you think she could take it?"
I glanced at his cock but did not say anything.
"My dick... You think she could take it in her pussy, or in her ass?" Joe insisted.
"Hard to tell... You... You're definitely packing..." I blurted out.
"Fuck yeah, I am. Do you think I've got a really big one?"
"Come on, Joe..."
"No, really. I don't have much chance to compare... Always been told I had a huge slab of meat between my legs and never found someone bigger than me but like... From the outside, do you think it's that massive?"
He grabbed the base of his cock and clenched his fist to tight his hold and make his cock look even more gigantic.
He certainly did not need to do that...
"Man, you know it's freaking huge, don't play with me."
"Huge? Nice... But how does it compare?"
"It does not compare, you know that. You're the biggest I've ever seen!"
Ironically, I was finally telling him things that he had begged the stranger blowing him up at the gas station to tell him...
Of course, the stranger was me but Joe did not need to know that.
"Fuck yeah..." He smacked his hard cock against his stomach. "It's been leaking like crazy lately."
"Damn... You do produce crazy amount of pre..."
"Eh! It's like the older I get, the looser this faucet gets."
He chuckled as a huge strain of precum was now dripping down his cock, adding to the fluids already coating his stomach.
I thought that Joe would push things further and ask me to give him a hand again but he stopped talking and jerked-off watching the show.
He really was into that cunt who was getting nailed (all blurry and shit) on national television.
For sure, she was a babe, but I thought he only liked quality porn movies from the nineties.
What a hypocrite.
My own dick was throbbing in my underwear and a stain of precum, nothing compared to Joe of course, was now visible through the light blue fabric.
I knew that I could have freely gotten naked and wanked-off but I was hoping for more.
Shit...
This thought alone was crazy.
I had promised myself that the glory hole thing would be a one-time only incident! I could not get myself in trouble again.
Although, without going as far as sucking him which was definitely gay, - and out of bounds -, maybe we could still have some harmless fun. Joe did not seem to think it was weird to jerk-off in front of me or even, with me...
A couple of hand jobs never hurt anybody... Bros being bros...
As he was using both his large farmer hands to work his tool, I had another idea.
Well, at first, I only expressed something I had been curious about for a while.
"Have you ever measured it?"
Joe looked surprised by my question. I enjoyed it, when he was the one startled.
To be fair, he had started the conversation.
"What? My dick?"
"Yeah... What else?"
"Why in the hell would I do that?"
"Everybody does it! And you've been the one asking me about your size."
"I guess... So, you did it?"
"I measured it once, with the mates in the locker-room."
"Nice..." Joe shut his eyes and continued to stroke his dick. "How many inches are you givin' to my Liv then?"
Why did he have to bring Olivia into this?!
I guess that Joe did not feel like we were doing anything wrong so he did not give a fuck, but it definitely made me feel weird when he mentioned her.
"8.9 inches, on a good day. Before meeting you, I thought this was impressive..."
He laughed. And farted.
Classy.
"Sorry about the inferiority complex, kiddo. If this can reassure your ego, I was happy to notice that you did not have a micro between your legs. I would have felt bad for my girl otherwise. Whatever feminists or whoever says, women need some good dicking to stay happy."
Again, I felt uncomfortable. My dick though, was hard as a rock.
"You must have been destroying many asses." I pointed out to change the subject from my girlfriend.
"I sure have... and keep on doing so! Don't count me out, son!"
He spat on his cock making it even wetter and sloppier.
Yummier, if I dare say...
"Oh yeah? You manage to find good pussies out here, in the middle of the desert?"
I knew I was walking into a dangerous territory.
I was curious as to what Joe would confess.
"When you've got a dick like mine, pussies come to you, you don't need to search for it..." I thought that Joe had smartly avoided the question, but then he added: "They can even come right to my living room, all by themselves."
He was staring at me.
Wait.
Was he talking about me?
"In my experience, it's easier to get the girls coming to you with a good Instagram account." I responded hastily.
"I hope you're not telling me you're cheating on Liv, boy?"
All of the sudden, he sounded very threatening.
It was always the same with Joe, he was hot and then he was cold. It was impossible to read him, even after more than three weeks spent at the farm.
"Of course not! I mean... I'm here! If I wanted to cheat on her, I would certainly not have come in the middle of Utah."
"Right... Who would you ever cheat on her with here? In my damn living-room!"
Once again, he was staring straight at me while touching himself.
I swallowed my saliva and looked away. My hands were sweating. My dick was about to burst out of my underwear.
Indeed... Who could I have sex with in that very living-room?
We did not talk for a couple of minutes until Joe made a request.
"Go to the lower drawer next to the TV, Blakey, you'll find something which should help us out."
"What?"
"Just go, son. Hurry! As long as I'm still hard!"
Unsure, I obliged.
I walked to the TV with my hard-on and then leaned over to open the drawer. I knew I was offering Joe a full view of my ass but I was still wearing my boxer briefs.
Besides, we were way passed this point.
"What am I looking for exactly?"
I was going through a bunch of junks. Remote controls, cables, old batteries, some screws...
"The measuring tape, idiot."
My heart dropped in my chest as I saw it.
"What for?" I asked, knowing perfectly the answer.
"To measure my freaking cock for God's sake. For once in your life, you had a good idea, Blakey. Now, come here."
I turned around and Joe was sitting more towards the edge of his armchair now, spreading his hairy legs wide.
I walked to him and handed him the tape, although, I already knew deep down that it would not go down this way.
To be honest, thinking that I could be the one inspecting that magnificent manhood in details had been the sole reason why I had brought the question of its size in the first place.
As expected, Joe gave me his instructions.
"I cannot measure my own cock. If we do this, we need to do this right."
"Okay, how do you want to..."
I did not have time to finish my sentence.
"Get between my legs, right there, and make sure to start measuring from the base up to the head."
The XXL cock was leaking even more than before; the man was literally overflowing with manly musky liquid.
I got on my knees and trapped myself between Joe's thighs.
I remembered how awkward I had felt when I first got into such a position, but now, it was all different.
I liked it there.
"I... I'll just do it then..."
"Yeah, yeah... I want to cum quickly so get on with it. Not rocket science to use a Measuring Tape."
His precum was dripping down his balls and now down to my chest. I let it happen. I was very horny.
I did not ask for Joe's approval before grabbing his boner. I thought it was the only way to move his cock in the right position for the proper measurement. He did not complain about it.
If anything, he moaned softly as I was manipulating his shaft.
I felt it warm and throbbing under my fingers, now equally coated with his fluids.
Joe was exuding horniness and testosterone. It was coming out of him from every fibre of his being, and obviously, even more so from his piss slit.
Once again, I felt the urge to inhale him, to kiss his cock, to slurp this thick precum down my throat but I controlled myself.
I could not show how eager I was to blow his dick again.
Damn.
I had said it. Or at the very least, I had thought it.
I wanted to do it again... Destroy my throat with his big bone... Feeling him creaming my mouth... Using me like a rag doll.
"Boy, you're just stroking me now, weren't you supposed to get an accurate size out of this process? You're gonna make me nut and I'll have to spray your face again."
Joe chuckled at his last remark.
I blushed like an idiot.
[Chapter 13 continues below]
Chapter 13: The Measuring Tape (Part 1)
"Want some milk, son?"
It had been 36 hours since I had blown Joe's cock and some of the things that he was telling me were giving me vivid flashbacks of the event.
"Yeah, thanks."
"You know that only pussies drink their coffee with extra milk, right?" He teased me while handing me the bottle.
"What do real men drink then? Pure scotch? All day long?"
"They can mix it up with some beer." Joe smirked at me, slapping his bare and hairy stomach.
I rolled my eyes.
Joe's lessons on "how to be a man" were resonating differently now that I knew he was a frequent visitor at the local glory hole.
Maybe the fact that I had swallowed his cum while deepthroating him had made me see him differently as well...
I did not have much time to feel ashamed about what I had done.
I felt a little guilty when I talked to Olivia afterwards, - she was still very much excited about her life in London but I found out that her friend "James", the one that she kept mentioning, was gay -, but overall, the panic of potentially getting caught had overtaken any other thoughts.
Once I had been reassured that Joe did not know that I had been the one sucking his extra-large cock on the other side of the wall, all which was left in me was a deep sense of relief.
And, admittedly, a bit of horniness.
Joe was his usual-self at the farm: eating his breakfast stark naked, barking at me for no apparent reason, napping in the afternoon, and jerking-off in the living room during the evening.
I suppose that the fact that he had become very comfortable with stroking his dick while we were watching television after dinner was somewhat new, but it was nothing really surprising coming from the exhibitionist farmer.
We were watching a crappy reality-tv show when he started fondling with his cock. For some reason, Joe loved watching this shit.
To be fair, one of those girls really had amazing natural boobs and she seemed to be only wearing micro bikini on the screen.
She was giving to the concept of "cleavage" a whole new meaning.
The slut was retelling how she had been ploughed by one of the new guys coming inside the villa (and inside her) the night before when I noticed that Joe was fully hard and stroking himself in his armchair.
When my own cock started stirring up in my boxer briefs, I told myself that it was the girl on TV who had gotten me horny as well...
...Not the sight of Joe's gigantic cock rising to full mast a few feet away from me.
"That girl looks like she needs to meet up with real men, not reality-tv punks." Joe mindlessly commented.
"Yeah..."
"Do you think she could take it?"
I glanced at his cock but did not say anything.
"My dick... You think she could take it in her pussy, or in her ass?" Joe insisted.
"Hard to tell... You... You're definitely packing..." I blurted out.
"Fuck yeah, I am. Do you think I've got a really big one?"
"Come on, Joe..."
"No, really. I don't have much chance to compare... Always been told I had a huge slab of meat between my legs and never found someone bigger than me but like... From the outside, do you think it's that massive?"
He grabbed the base of his cock and clenched his fist to tight his hold and make his cock look even more gigantic.
He certainly did not need to do that...
"Man, you know it's freaking huge, don't play with me."
"Huge? Nice... But how does it compare?"
"It does not compare, you know that. You're the biggest I've ever seen!"
Ironically, I was finally telling him things that he had begged the stranger blowing him up at the gas station to tell him...
Of course, the stranger was me but Joe did not need to know that.
"Fuck yeah..." He smacked his hard cock against his stomach. "It's been leaking like crazy lately."
"Damn... You do produce crazy amount of pre..."
"Eh! It's like the older I get, the looser this faucet gets."
He chuckled as a huge strain of precum was now dripping down his cock, adding to the fluids already coating his stomach.
I thought that Joe would push things further and ask me to give him a hand again but he stopped talking and jerked-off watching the show.
He really was into that cunt who was getting nailed (all blurry and shit) on national television.
For sure, she was a babe, but I thought he only liked quality porn movies from the nineties.
What a hypocrite.
My own dick was throbbing in my underwear and a stain of precum, nothing compared to Joe of course, was now visible through the light blue fabric.
I knew that I could have freely gotten naked and wanked-off but I was hoping for more.
Shit...
This thought alone was crazy.
I had promised myself that the glory hole thing would be a one-time only incident! I could not get myself in trouble again.
Although, without going as far as sucking him which was definitely gay, - and out of bounds -, maybe we could still have some harmless fun. Joe did not seem to think it was weird to jerk-off in front of me or even, with me...
A couple of hand jobs never hurt anybody... Bros being bros...
As he was using both his large farmer hands to work his tool, I had another idea.
Well, at first, I only expressed something I had been curious about for a while.
"Have you ever measured it?"
Joe looked surprised by my question. I enjoyed it, when he was the one startled.
To be fair, he had started the conversation.
"What? My dick?"
"Yeah... What else?"
"Why in the hell would I do that?"
"Everybody does it! And you've been the one asking me about your size."
"I guess... So, you did it?"
"I measured it once, with the mates in the locker-room."
"Nice..." Joe shut his eyes and continued to stroke his dick. "How many inches are you givin' to my Liv then?"
Why did he have to bring Olivia into this?!
I guess that Joe did not feel like we were doing anything wrong so he did not give a fuck, but it definitely made me feel weird when he mentioned her.
"8.9 inches, on a good day. Before meeting you, I thought this was impressive..."
He laughed. And farted.
Classy.
"Sorry about the inferiority complex, kiddo. If this can reassure your ego, I was happy to notice that you did not have a micro between your legs. I would have felt bad for my girl otherwise. Whatever feminists or whoever says, women need some good dicking to stay happy."
Again, I felt uncomfortable. My dick though, was hard as a rock.
"You must have been destroying many asses." I pointed out to change the subject from my girlfriend.
"I sure have... and keep on doing so! Don't count me out, son!"
He spat on his cock making it even wetter and sloppier.
Yummier, if I dare say...
"Oh yeah? You manage to find good pussies out here, in the middle of the desert?"
I knew I was walking into a dangerous territory.
I was curious as to what Joe would confess.
"When you've got a dick like mine, pussies come to you, you don't need to search for it..." I thought that Joe had smartly avoided the question, but then he added: "They can even come right to my living room, all by themselves."
He was staring at me.
Wait.
Was he talking about me?
"In my experience, it's easier to get the girls coming to you with a good Instagram account." I responded hastily.
"I hope you're not telling me you're cheating on Liv, boy?"
All of the sudden, he sounded very threatening.
It was always the same with Joe, he was hot and then he was cold. It was impossible to read him, even after more than three weeks spent at the farm.
"Of course not! I mean... I'm here! If I wanted to cheat on her, I would certainly not have come in the middle of Utah."
"Right... Who would you ever cheat on her with here? In my damn living-room!"
Once again, he was staring straight at me while touching himself.
I swallowed my saliva and looked away. My hands were sweating. My dick was about to burst out of my underwear.
Indeed... Who could I have sex with in that very living-room?
We did not talk for a couple of minutes until Joe made a request.
"Go to the lower drawer next to the TV, Blakey, you'll find something which should help us out."
"What?"
"Just go, son. Hurry! As long as I'm still hard!"
Unsure, I obliged.
I walked to the TV with my hard-on and then leaned over to open the drawer. I knew I was offering Joe a full view of my ass but I was still wearing my boxer briefs.
Besides, we were way passed this point.
"What am I looking for exactly?"
I was going through a bunch of junks. Remote controls, cables, old batteries, some screws...
"The measuring tape, idiot."
My heart dropped in my chest as I saw it.
"What for?" I asked, knowing perfectly the answer.
"To measure my freaking cock for God's sake. For once in your life, you had a good idea, Blakey. Now, come here."
I turned around and Joe was sitting more towards the edge of his armchair now, spreading his hairy legs wide.
I walked to him and handed him the tape, although, I already knew deep down that it would not go down this way.
To be honest, thinking that I could be the one inspecting that magnificent manhood in details had been the sole reason why I had brought the question of its size in the first place.
As expected, Joe gave me his instructions.
"I cannot measure my own cock. If we do this, we need to do this right."
"Okay, how do you want to..."
I did not have time to finish my sentence.
"Get between my legs, right there, and make sure to start measuring from the base up to the head."
The XXL cock was leaking even more than before; the man was literally overflowing with manly musky liquid.
I got on my knees and trapped myself between Joe's thighs.
I remembered how awkward I had felt when I first got into such a position, but now, it was all different.
I liked it there.
"I... I'll just do it then..."
"Yeah, yeah... I want to cum quickly so get on with it. Not rocket science to use a Measuring Tape."
His precum was dripping down his balls and now down to my chest. I let it happen. I was very horny.
I did not ask for Joe's approval before grabbing his boner. I thought it was the only way to move his cock in the right position for the proper measurement. He did not complain about it.
If anything, he moaned softly as I was manipulating his shaft.
I felt it warm and throbbing under my fingers, now equally coated with his fluids.
Joe was exuding horniness and testosterone. It was coming out of him from every fibre of his being, and obviously, even more so from his piss slit.
Once again, I felt the urge to inhale him, to kiss his cock, to slurp this thick precum down my throat but I controlled myself.
I could not show how eager I was to blow his dick again.
Damn.
I had said it. Or at the very least, I had thought it.
I wanted to do it again... Destroy my throat with his big bone... Feeling him creaming my mouth... Using me like a rag doll.
"Boy, you're just stroking me now, weren't you supposed to get an accurate size out of this process? You're gonna make me nut and I'll have to spray your face again."
Joe chuckled at his last remark.
I blushed like an idiot.
[Chapter 13 continues below]
A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 13: The Measuring Tape (Part 2)
I carefully placed the tape at the base and tried to get the most accurate measurement.
It was way over the 8 inches mark already. My dick, which I had always been so proud of, did feel tiny in comparison.
And the tape kept on going up.
"Over 10 now... Let me do this right..." I whispered.
I was breathing on his wet and shiny cockhead, fully out of his meaty foreskin.
Obviously, I knew that Joe was very big...
I had been obsessing over this gigantic cock for too long not to notice, and his recent trip inside my throat had been quite telling, but having the mathematical evidence of what I had been witnessing for weeks was only reaffirming my lust.
Joe was like no other man.
"Wait... I'll move my hands away." He spoke.
Joe put his arms behind his head, displaying the rainforest under his armpits, to force himself not to caress his dick.
His cock was still standing strong and firm, hard as a rock, only made less rough thanks to the never-ending flow of precum flooding from the head.
I could not believe my eyes.
The tape was now showing 11.3 inches.
"Over 11, I think 11.3 or even 4."
I could not hide the amazement in my voice.
"Nah... It can get bigger than that." Joe complained.
"Joe, this is... This is humongous."
He laughed making his body, - and his boner that I was still holding -, bounce, a rope of precum flew off and ended up on my nose.
I let it hanging there.
"I know it's huge, but I'm telling you. It can get even bigger. Stroke it. You'll see."
I did not hesitate one second and began to jack off his dick immediately.
I could not tell which one was better, blowing him anonymously in a sleazy restroom or jerking him off in his living room in plain sight. Both were turning me on very much.
"Like this, Joe?"
"Yeah... Damn... You're getting better at this..."
I spat on his cock and kept stroking it.
This was fine, right? We were not doing anything more than what Joe had already made me do.
I was not blowing him. It was a quick hand job to get him to full mast and have some accurate measurements of his monster cock.
We would need them if we were to file an application for the Guinness World Record book.
No harm done.
"Joe... I... I think you're fully hard now. It... It looks... great... I mean, so big."
"Nah... You need to caress my balls at the same time to get me there..."
"Here?"
"Yes, like this... That's the spot... Hmmm..."
What the fuck was I doing with my life? And why did my cock keep throbbing in my underwear? I was about to cum! Hands free!
"Oh my God, Joe, it's still growing... That's crazy..."
"Wait until someone locks his lips around my cock, you should see it then! Huge and hard."
Someone using his lips on his cock... Who? Me?!
Was it a suggestion?
An invitation?!
"Joe... I... Do you want me to..."
He ignored me.
"Let me stand up so you have a full view of what you're working with!"
He stood up suddenly and his dick was totally smashed against my face for a couple of seconds. It was covering my head in its entirety, blinding me all the while rubbing against my lips. So much veiny and meaty flesh.
After that, my whole face was dripping with precum.
Seriously, for any normal guy, what I had on my cheeks would have looked like I had received a huge facial, but coming from Joe, it was only pre.
I kept on jerking him off in his position. At this stage, I was weirdly kneeling below his dick and asshole. I was almost milking him like a cow.
"How does it look from below?"
"Lord... It's... Incredible..." I muttered.
"Jeez, Blakey, it almost sounds like you're in love with my cock or something."
"Joe... No... It's just... I don't know..."
"You don't know if you love my big farmer's dick?"
He started proactively rubbing it all over my face, his balls with it, at some point, even his asshole was getting smashed against my nose.
Several times, his cock passed through my lips until I had a mouth-full of his wet and girthy dickhead.
It had gotten in there without me realizing but then, I could not let go.
"ANSWER ME. BLAKEY?! Are you in love with my dick?!"
"Hmmm...."
"BLAKE... DO YOU LOVE MY FREAKING HARD COCK IN YOUR MOUTH?!"
"Mfffyes..." I eventually mumbled; my mouth full of the tip of his huge bone.
"FUCK. That makes me hard! Keep going! Worship my cock, you'll get it to full mast."
"Joe?"
I was stunned, or maybe, the right word would have been mesmerized.
"We need the measurement, Blakey... Come on, tell me how amazing and massive my rod is... Help it rising to its full potential!"
"Yes... Hmm... Joe..."
He was getting a bit more of his tip inside my mouth. This was starting to look dangerously close to a blowjob.
We were not there yet, though.
"You're such a good help, Blakey. Olivia was so right convincing me to get you as my new assistant at the farm."
"Yes... Joe..."
"So helpful... Tell me how you love my rod again."
"Your cock is the best I've ever seen..."
"How does it smell?"
I took a deep sniff.
"Perfect. It smells like a real macho man's dick."
"Does it stink? Can you sniff my sweaty balls?"
"Yes, they stink... Like they should!"
He slapped me with his cock. Multiple times. I stuck my tongue out. What the fuck?
"What else can you say about it?"
"It's just perfect, Joe... I... I think about your cock all the time."
"Oh really?"
"Oh yes... I even dream about it sometimes... Almost every night actually..."
"You're thinking about my bone so much?"
"Yes... I... It's like I'm obsessed..."
"About what?"
"ABOUT SUCKING IT!" I yelled.
Joe pulled back.
Aaaargh!
This was so frustrating.
"NOW, BOY! Use the tape! Measure it, I'm fully hard. I'm about to explode."
I was confused.
Where was I? What did I just say? What was he talking about?
Oh yes, the measuring tape, the reason why we were doing all of this.
I grabbed the tape, shaking. Oh no, I had nutted in my briefs.
I felt ashamed about that, I was not sure whether Joe had seen it or not.
"Stay still." I spoke, trying to actually measure up that damn thing.
"Hurry!"
"Oh God... Joe... You were right... It's over the 12 inches mark now! 12 inches and 1, precisely! Oh My God. That's the most incredible cock I have ever seen in my entire life."
"Open your mouth!" He barked at me.
I did. As wide as I could.
A few seconds later, I swallowed a dozen volleys of fresh loads, busted straight into the back of my mouth.
The texture was gooey and it was warm, but it tasted sweet.
He had purposely nutted in my throat... Wow.
"You made a mess in your pants, boy." Joe noted after his ejaculation.
He rubbed his right foot on my wet and dirty boxer briefs.
"I... I'm sorry."
He looked around the room and sighed.
"Maybe we went a bit overboard tonight..."
I was still swallowing his spunk; some was stuck in my throat.
Do not judge my skills too hard, there was a lot of it and I was fairly new as being used as a cum-dumpster.
"Joe... I don't know what came over me... I... I just wanted to make your hard to... I mean... To measure the..."
"Shhh." He put his fingers on my dirty lips. "Calm down."
"I got carried away." I concluded.
"I may have gotten a bit too excited as well. No need to whine or worry about this. Let's just go to bed."
That was it then?
No drama? No break-down? No "You have to leave the farm immediately and break up with my daughter?"
Apparently, that was it.
Joe turned around and the last thing I saw was his fat hairy bum going up the stairs. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked like a cock-sucker / cum-hungry whore.
This thing was getting fully out of control.
[To be continued]
[The complete story of A Summer at the Farm, the sequel "A Fall in the City", and many, many more stories are available on Patreon]
Chapter 13: The Measuring Tape (Part 2)
I carefully placed the tape at the base and tried to get the most accurate measurement.
It was way over the 8 inches mark already. My dick, which I had always been so proud of, did feel tiny in comparison.
And the tape kept on going up.
"Over 10 now... Let me do this right..." I whispered.
I was breathing on his wet and shiny cockhead, fully out of his meaty foreskin.
Obviously, I knew that Joe was very big...
I had been obsessing over this gigantic cock for too long not to notice, and his recent trip inside my throat had been quite telling, but having the mathematical evidence of what I had been witnessing for weeks was only reaffirming my lust.
Joe was like no other man.
"Wait... I'll move my hands away." He spoke.
Joe put his arms behind his head, displaying the rainforest under his armpits, to force himself not to caress his dick.
His cock was still standing strong and firm, hard as a rock, only made less rough thanks to the never-ending flow of precum flooding from the head.
I could not believe my eyes.
The tape was now showing 11.3 inches.
"Over 11, I think 11.3 or even 4."
I could not hide the amazement in my voice.
"Nah... It can get bigger than that." Joe complained.
"Joe, this is... This is humongous."
He laughed making his body, - and his boner that I was still holding -, bounce, a rope of precum flew off and ended up on my nose.
I let it hanging there.
"I know it's huge, but I'm telling you. It can get even bigger. Stroke it. You'll see."
I did not hesitate one second and began to jack off his dick immediately.
I could not tell which one was better, blowing him anonymously in a sleazy restroom or jerking him off in his living room in plain sight. Both were turning me on very much.
"Like this, Joe?"
"Yeah... Damn... You're getting better at this..."
I spat on his cock and kept stroking it.
This was fine, right? We were not doing anything more than what Joe had already made me do.
I was not blowing him. It was a quick hand job to get him to full mast and have some accurate measurements of his monster cock.
We would need them if we were to file an application for the Guinness World Record book.
No harm done.
"Joe... I... I think you're fully hard now. It... It looks... great... I mean, so big."
"Nah... You need to caress my balls at the same time to get me there..."
"Here?"
"Yes, like this... That's the spot... Hmmm..."
What the fuck was I doing with my life? And why did my cock keep throbbing in my underwear? I was about to cum! Hands free!
"Oh my God, Joe, it's still growing... That's crazy..."
"Wait until someone locks his lips around my cock, you should see it then! Huge and hard."
Someone using his lips on his cock... Who? Me?!
Was it a suggestion?
An invitation?!
"Joe... I... Do you want me to..."
He ignored me.
"Let me stand up so you have a full view of what you're working with!"
He stood up suddenly and his dick was totally smashed against my face for a couple of seconds. It was covering my head in its entirety, blinding me all the while rubbing against my lips. So much veiny and meaty flesh.
After that, my whole face was dripping with precum.
Seriously, for any normal guy, what I had on my cheeks would have looked like I had received a huge facial, but coming from Joe, it was only pre.
I kept on jerking him off in his position. At this stage, I was weirdly kneeling below his dick and asshole. I was almost milking him like a cow.
"How does it look from below?"
"Lord... It's... Incredible..." I muttered.
"Jeez, Blakey, it almost sounds like you're in love with my cock or something."
"Joe... No... It's just... I don't know..."
"You don't know if you love my big farmer's dick?"
He started proactively rubbing it all over my face, his balls with it, at some point, even his asshole was getting smashed against my nose.
Several times, his cock passed through my lips until I had a mouth-full of his wet and girthy dickhead.
It had gotten in there without me realizing but then, I could not let go.
"ANSWER ME. BLAKEY?! Are you in love with my dick?!"
"Hmmm...."
"BLAKE... DO YOU LOVE MY FREAKING HARD COCK IN YOUR MOUTH?!"
"Mfffyes..." I eventually mumbled; my mouth full of the tip of his huge bone.
"FUCK. That makes me hard! Keep going! Worship my cock, you'll get it to full mast."
"Joe?"
I was stunned, or maybe, the right word would have been mesmerized.
"We need the measurement, Blakey... Come on, tell me how amazing and massive my rod is... Help it rising to its full potential!"
"Yes... Hmm... Joe..."
He was getting a bit more of his tip inside my mouth. This was starting to look dangerously close to a blowjob.
We were not there yet, though.
"You're such a good help, Blakey. Olivia was so right convincing me to get you as my new assistant at the farm."
"Yes... Joe..."
"So helpful... Tell me how you love my rod again."
"Your cock is the best I've ever seen..."
"How does it smell?"
I took a deep sniff.
"Perfect. It smells like a real macho man's dick."
"Does it stink? Can you sniff my sweaty balls?"
"Yes, they stink... Like they should!"
He slapped me with his cock. Multiple times. I stuck my tongue out. What the fuck?
"What else can you say about it?"
"It's just perfect, Joe... I... I think about your cock all the time."
"Oh really?"
"Oh yes... I even dream about it sometimes... Almost every night actually..."
"You're thinking about my bone so much?"
"Yes... I... It's like I'm obsessed..."
"About what?"
"ABOUT SUCKING IT!" I yelled.
Joe pulled back.
Aaaargh!
This was so frustrating.
"NOW, BOY! Use the tape! Measure it, I'm fully hard. I'm about to explode."
I was confused.
Where was I? What did I just say? What was he talking about?
Oh yes, the measuring tape, the reason why we were doing all of this.
I grabbed the tape, shaking. Oh no, I had nutted in my briefs.
I felt ashamed about that, I was not sure whether Joe had seen it or not.
"Stay still." I spoke, trying to actually measure up that damn thing.
"Hurry!"
"Oh God... Joe... You were right... It's over the 12 inches mark now! 12 inches and 1, precisely! Oh My God. That's the most incredible cock I have ever seen in my entire life."
"Open your mouth!" He barked at me.
I did. As wide as I could.
A few seconds later, I swallowed a dozen volleys of fresh loads, busted straight into the back of my mouth.
The texture was gooey and it was warm, but it tasted sweet.
He had purposely nutted in my throat... Wow.
"You made a mess in your pants, boy." Joe noted after his ejaculation.
He rubbed his right foot on my wet and dirty boxer briefs.
"I... I'm sorry."
He looked around the room and sighed.
"Maybe we went a bit overboard tonight..."
I was still swallowing his spunk; some was stuck in my throat.
Do not judge my skills too hard, there was a lot of it and I was fairly new as being used as a cum-dumpster.
"Joe... I don't know what came over me... I... I just wanted to make your hard to... I mean... To measure the..."
"Shhh." He put his fingers on my dirty lips. "Calm down."
"I got carried away." I concluded.
"I may have gotten a bit too excited as well. No need to whine or worry about this. Let's just go to bed."
That was it then?
No drama? No break-down? No "You have to leave the farm immediately and break up with my daughter?"
Apparently, that was it.
Joe turned around and the last thing I saw was his fat hairy bum going up the stairs. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked like a cock-sucker / cum-hungry whore.
This thing was getting fully out of control.
[To be continued]
[The complete story of A Summer at the Farm, the sequel "A Fall in the City", and many, many more stories are available on Patreon]
Looking forward to more brill story thanks for posting it.
Actually, I think I am in the minority, but I can't wait for Blake to fuck Joe's big hairy ass. I even see it happening before Blake loses his cherry.
Omg I got got over 30 minutes of reading this chapter twice. Great story.
Thanks for your feedback.
Chapter 14 will be released on Tuesday.
For those who were wondering, I have started publishing the sequel on my Patreon.
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Chapter 14 will be released on Tuesday.
For those who were wondering, I have started publishing the sequel on my Patreon.
Боже мой! Ще свърша четене за това. Обичам те толкова много!
So delicious
I couldn't wait more time to know the ending of this story, so I sub yesterday to your patreon. I enjoyed the story, of course I jerked off a lot; but I still prefer your story " Homophobe.."
I'll be reading the 2 part.
Good job, I love the way your write, so talented.
A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 14: Gay Incidents (Part 1)
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.
Bob may have been a jackass but he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to handling a fat horny cock.
He was getting me so excited.
I looked around. The lights upstairs were off. The others were sleeping, wasted.
"Please Bob, I'm begging you! Suck my cock."
He grinned at me and my bone disappeared inside his wet mouth. A second later, I felt my cock tapping against his throat.
"Grrrl."
We were going deep, already.
"Fuck yeah... Hmmm... You're fucking good at this, right?"
He bobbed up and down.
"You think so, baby?" He asked me, saliva drooling over his chin.
I grabbed his face and started fucking his mouth like he truly deserved it. Rough and sloppy. Bob grabbed my ass cheeks to maintain his focus. He was scratching me but I liked it.
"Dirty little whore..." I whispered.
"Grrrrl... You like... Grrrl... It... When... Hmmm... A country boy suck you dry... Grrrl... College boy..."
"You're nasty."
He stopped blowing me for a second.
"You think? Nastier than your girlfriend?"
"Way better than her!" I heard me say, pulling his hair again and face-fucking him like a rag doll even harder than before.
We were making some noise but I was too horny to care anymore.
I was feeling the juice coming when suddenly, Bob moved back. I thought he was taking a breath, - it was only fair, I had been ploughing his throat for a full minute -, but he was not coming back to my dick.
"Take care of me now, and I'll finish you off." He told me as he was back to stroking me.
"Come on, don't leave me hanging, make me cum!"
He stopped jerking me off and stood up.
He was not kidding.
"Your turn. Then, I'll finish you off."
I looked behind me again.
I could not suck him here... Doing it at the glory hole was one thing, but I mean, here, there was a picture of Olivia on the chimney.
I felt like she was judging me.
"Bob... I... I'm so horny... Get your lips on my dick again... Please... I'll be quick."
He smiled at me.
"Don't pretend like blowing me won't turn you on even more."
He slightly pressed on my shoulders and that was enough to get me down.
He was right. I could not resist the temptation. He had brought me to the edge and I was no longer myself, or maybe, I was more myself than I had ever been.
I grabbed his cock with my hand before sucking him but Bob stopped me.
"Hands behind your back, bitch. Only use your mouth this time. That will be more fun."
I nodded yes, feeling slutty as fuck.
I closed my hands together behind my back and started licking his veiny dick. I felt it throbbing under my warm tongue.
"Want it?" I told Bob, making him beg for it too.
That was only fair.
"Swallow it deep down, slut, until your feel your damn nostrils on this cock ring."
Once again, I happily obliged. Maybe the most frustrating thing was that I could not jerk off my dick at the same time as I was still refraining myself from using my hands.
Otherwise, it was amazing.
Swallowing two third of that cut cock at my first try, I realized I was getting very good at this.
Bob's moaning and grunting proved that I was right.
After training myself on Joe's huge pole, I assume that Bob's seven inches felt like a breeze. Soon enough, I was indeed bumping into his silver cock ring and I could tell that he was about to cum.
He forced my head down his cut cock and made me choke on his dripping tool. This was taking some hardcore porn-level turn but I was definitely up to the task.
Surely too late, I heard someone walking down the stairs.
In my trance-like state, I had forgotten where I was but suddenly, I came back to Earth.
As soon as I heard the footsteps, I tried to pull away but Bob had me on hold. He certainly had not realized that someone was coming in!
I tapped on his ass... We were about to get caught!
My eyes were tearing up but I did not know if it was because of the chokehold or because I knew that my life was over. Could you imagine your father-in-law catching you sucking his best friend's dick in his damn living-room?! Right in front of his daughter's framed picture?!
Finally, I was released from Bob's grip, and a huge chunk of saliva dripped down my chest.
I turned my face around.
"Having fun without me?"
[Chapter 14 continues below]
Chapter 14: Gay Incidents (Part 1)
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.
Bob may have been a jackass but he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to handling a fat horny cock.
He was getting me so excited.
I looked around. The lights upstairs were off. The others were sleeping, wasted.
"Please Bob, I'm begging you! Suck my cock."
He grinned at me and my bone disappeared inside his wet mouth. A second later, I felt my cock tapping against his throat.
"Grrrl."
We were going deep, already.
"Fuck yeah... Hmmm... You're fucking good at this, right?"
He bobbed up and down.
"You think so, baby?" He asked me, saliva drooling over his chin.
I grabbed his face and started fucking his mouth like he truly deserved it. Rough and sloppy. Bob grabbed my ass cheeks to maintain his focus. He was scratching me but I liked it.
"Dirty little whore..." I whispered.
"Grrrrl... You like... Grrrl... It... When... Hmmm... A country boy suck you dry... Grrrl... College boy..."
"You're nasty."
He stopped blowing me for a second.
"You think? Nastier than your girlfriend?"
"Way better than her!" I heard me say, pulling his hair again and face-fucking him like a rag doll even harder than before.
We were making some noise but I was too horny to care anymore.
I was feeling the juice coming when suddenly, Bob moved back. I thought he was taking a breath, - it was only fair, I had been ploughing his throat for a full minute -, but he was not coming back to my dick.
"Take care of me now, and I'll finish you off." He told me as he was back to stroking me.
"Come on, don't leave me hanging, make me cum!"
He stopped jerking me off and stood up.
He was not kidding.
"Your turn. Then, I'll finish you off."
I looked behind me again.
I could not suck him here... Doing it at the glory hole was one thing, but I mean, here, there was a picture of Olivia on the chimney.
I felt like she was judging me.
"Bob... I... I'm so horny... Get your lips on my dick again... Please... I'll be quick."
He smiled at me.
"Don't pretend like blowing me won't turn you on even more."
He slightly pressed on my shoulders and that was enough to get me down.
He was right. I could not resist the temptation. He had brought me to the edge and I was no longer myself, or maybe, I was more myself than I had ever been.
I grabbed his cock with my hand before sucking him but Bob stopped me.
"Hands behind your back, bitch. Only use your mouth this time. That will be more fun."
I nodded yes, feeling slutty as fuck.
I closed my hands together behind my back and started licking his veiny dick. I felt it throbbing under my warm tongue.
"Want it?" I told Bob, making him beg for it too.
That was only fair.
"Swallow it deep down, slut, until your feel your damn nostrils on this cock ring."
Once again, I happily obliged. Maybe the most frustrating thing was that I could not jerk off my dick at the same time as I was still refraining myself from using my hands.
Otherwise, it was amazing.
Swallowing two third of that cut cock at my first try, I realized I was getting very good at this.
Bob's moaning and grunting proved that I was right.
After training myself on Joe's huge pole, I assume that Bob's seven inches felt like a breeze. Soon enough, I was indeed bumping into his silver cock ring and I could tell that he was about to cum.
He forced my head down his cut cock and made me choke on his dripping tool. This was taking some hardcore porn-level turn but I was definitely up to the task.
Surely too late, I heard someone walking down the stairs.
In my trance-like state, I had forgotten where I was but suddenly, I came back to Earth.
As soon as I heard the footsteps, I tried to pull away but Bob had me on hold. He certainly had not realized that someone was coming in!
I tapped on his ass... We were about to get caught!
My eyes were tearing up but I did not know if it was because of the chokehold or because I knew that my life was over. Could you imagine your father-in-law catching you sucking his best friend's dick in his damn living-room?! Right in front of his daughter's framed picture?!
Finally, I was released from Bob's grip, and a huge chunk of saliva dripped down my chest.
I turned my face around.
"Having fun without me?"
[Chapter 14 continues below]
A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 14: Gay Incidents (Part 2)
I saw a huge figure walking towards me, fully naked, a massive dick bouncing like a clock.
The penis was very big but not gigantic.
That was Dave, not Joe.
But I did not feel reassured. He looked mad as hell. Horny too.
I did not have much time or opportunity to panic since he immediately grabbed my face and shoved his stiffed uncut rod in my throat.
"I could tell that one was a faggy from the very start." Dave told Bob casually.
"Did not want to spoil the fun from you, but the boy wants to stay discreet."
"Eh... Time for him to feel what a real man's cock feels like then! You know what I do to queers, right?"
Was he talking to me?
I had a mouthful and could not answer either way.
Dave was being so loud also, unless he was deeply asleep, Joe was certainly hearing this. I prayed that he was drunk enough to be fully out.
"Ffffplease." I blurted out.
"Shut up, freak, and suck that fat dick."
Confused, but still horny as fuck, (what was wrong with me?!), I did as I was told. What more did I have to lose at this point? Besides, the quicker I would get him to cum, the quicker this would be over.
Trust me when I say that I gave it my all.
I was licking, kissing, slurping, sucking, deepthroating on that stinky hairy cock like a maniac. Funny enough, I recognized Dave's distinctive male scent while diving further into his manhood.
For sure, I had been sleeping on his used jockstraps for weeks.
As I was trying to handle that beast, Bob gave his friend a hand by pushing on the back of my head.
I did not believe for one second it was the first time the two of them were teaming up to use a boy together. I got confirmation soon enough.
While my nose was stuck in Dave's bushy greyish pubic hair, - damn, that stink! -, the two were having a conversation.
"How does he compare to Cody?" Bob joked.
"Fuck... My boy's got some things to learn... Joe taught his one right!"
"Trust me, Joe barely knows about his bitch's potential. He's been barely scratching the surface."
"What."
Dave gave a hard thrust in my throat.
"A."
And another.
"Shame."
With one last thrust, he forced me to swallow his entire shaft.
After gagging on it for about twenty seconds, I was finally able to breathe a little.
"Please, don't say anything to Joe. I... I don't want him to see me like that." I blurted out, still hanging on that wet boner.
Dave smirked.
"I'm not ratting you out, kiddo. Not my style. At least, as long as you're doing a proper job servicing me... Suck my balls!"
I jumped on his nuts like my life was defending on it.
Maybe it was.
It felt like the male scent was even stronger down there, so close to his musky asshole. Dave was not the type of guys to take many showers, even after working at the farm in the middle of a heatwave.
"Those freaks would die for some cock!" Dave explained to Bob, obviously talking about me.
"Let him have two at the same time then."
The two guests laughed and squeezed their two dripping dicks together. It was a real feast... and as it turned out, I was very hungry!
I went down on these slippery dicks, unable to lie to myself anymore. I was loving every bit of this meal and the more cocks I was sucking, the hornier I was getting!
They rubbed their junks on my face, shoved them in my mouth, made me swallow their balls and at some point, Dave even spat on my stuck-out tongue.
It was too much for Bob who nutted at the same time and covered half of my face with his warm and milky jizz. Mainly on my right cheek.
"My cream is coming too, faggot!"
Dave pushed his cock in my throat once again and I was choking on him as I felt the distinctive spasm of his orgasm.
He was emptying his big balls right in my stomach.
This time, I heard the heavy footsteps way before he had fully come down the stairs, and there was only one person left...
My eyes widened as I was swallowing Dave's milk.
"Shit!" Bob whispered, realizing our mistake.
I was freaking out!
Joe would be there any second. Foolishly, I crawled and tried to hide behind the couch with my boxer briefs hanging on my left foot. This was ridiculous.
Dave and Bob jumped on the couch. It did allow for me to be a bit more covered behind them.
I told you, ridiculous.
"What in the hell is going on in my house? One cannot get a minute of sleep in here." Joe, visibly still wasted, grunted as he walked inside the living room.
"Were we too loud?" Bob asked innocently.
"Fucking hell, what the fuck are you two doing with your cocks out on my couch."
"We could not sleep so we watched a porn." Dave explained. "Sorry for the noise, that bitch in the movie was a baddie!"
"Hell. And you don't call your old friend to join the fun?"
"We thought you were sleeping."
"Damn I was! And now I can tell by the depressing state of your wieners that the fun is over! You, assholes."
From what I could hear from my hiding spot, Joe sat in his armchair.
Fuck me and my stupid brain, I should have sat with the guys and pretend that I was having a wank with them. Joe would not have cared about that, but now, if I were to be found, he would know something more was definitely up.
"We're done but you can have a wank, we won't mind." Bob suggested.
"I bet you would not mind looking at my big sausage, little slut!" Joe chuckled. "Where's my boy anyway, where is Blake?"
My heart's rate was accelerating.
"How should we know? He must be taking a shit upstairs." Dave replied.
I was literally trembling behind the couch.
How the hell could I keep finding myself in this type of positions?! "Gay incidents" my ass, I was just being dumb as a rock!
Frankly, I was surprised that Bob and Dave were having my back and not exposing me. Maybe they were afraid of Joe's wrath as well...
I could not blame them.
I heard them casually changing the subject to government imposing taxes on their products which was always a good way to get Dave and Joe all riled up.
I managed to pull up my underwear and waited for the best moment to find my way out.
When I felt like Joe was very into the conversation, - losing himself in insults about the federal and local governments - I made my move silently to hurry back to the stairs.
Although, when I realized that he would necessarily hear me walking up the cases, I decided it was best to pretend that I was actually coming down from the stairs and make my entrance in the living-room.
Thanks to Joe's general carelessness no matter what was going on around him and his alcohol intoxication that night, he did not seem to notice a thing when I appeared behind him.
Well... That was until he asked:
"What's that on your face, Blakey? On your right cheek?"
FUCK MY LIFE.
I had forgotten about the jizz drying on my cheeks! How could I have been so dumb?!
I was at a loss for words but once again, Bob came to my rescue.
"The kid cannot even brush his teeth properly." He mocked.
"They don't teach basic hygiene at your university?" Dave added, his flaccid cock still leaking with his sperm.
"I kinda rushed myself... I may have drunk too much." I lied, wiping off the white substance from my face.
"Silly boy!" Joe laughed with the others.
"I... I just wanted to see is everyone was all right before going to sleep." I blurted out.
I could have broken down at any moment but incredibly enough, things worked out.
"Let me accompany you upstairs." Dave winked at me.
"I'll follow you, guys. We all need to wake up early tomorrow." Joe eventually said.
After everything that had happened, it was like a miracle that we were all good.
Dave and Bob had no intention to rat me out and Joe had not realized what had really happened.
Another "gay incident" under my belt and I had survived it!
Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was simply impossible to fight my natural instinct at this point, but when Joe slipped under the light cover naked, I followed suit, and took off my underwear before joining him.
Rapidly, I was hard, all over again.
To be fair, I had been stopped right before I could have a great orgasm a few minutes earlier!
Joe looked at my dick at full-mast. He fondled with his own cock also. It did not take long before his gigantic member raised against his belly.
"The others just wanked off downstairs..." He said to me. "I could use a release as well..."
It was so intimate, being just the two of us under the same sheet. Our arms, biceps, and thighs were touching.
"Oh...Really?"
He grabbed my cock with his large hand and I grabbed his.
We did not have to say anything more.
Only our breathing which was accelerating and the sound of our balls fapping could be heard in the bedroom. For some reason, this moment was very intense, more than the other times I had played around with him.
Joe used his left hand to caress my nipple.
"Hmmm... I..."
I knew I would not last long from this point on.
I stroked his cock furiously in response and locked eyes with him.
With my free hand, I caressed his heavy balls. The ones that had made Olivia.
"Fuck yes, my boy... You like pleasing daddy..."
We both nutted at the same time. We were just that horny. As always, it seemed like Joe had jizzed buckets.
There was no shame there, just raw pleasure.
I started to move away, having in mind to fetch a towel in the next-door bathroom, but Joe held me back.
"No need to leave the bed, Blakey. You can clean this up. Right here."
I gulped.
"Joe?"
He brought his hand coated with sperm to my lips. There was so much of it dripping all over.
"Drink that, it's just protein. When I was younger, I was eating my own cum all the time to get fitter. Trust me, Blake."
I nodded yes and opened my lips.
Joe buried his dirty creamy fingers inside my mouth slowly. He was caressing my cheek with his other hand.
"Thank you, Joe." I muttered.
He harvested more cum from both our stomachs and kept feeding me until I had cleaned everything up.
"Shh... Just swallow this, my boy, you'll be in great shape tomorrow..."
I was proactively sucking on his fingers by the end. It tasted damn delicious. I wanted more.
Not sure how long this moment lasted, but for me, that was one of those moments when everything changed. It was not just about the sex. Not anymore... I was feeling something for Joe. Something real.
Somehow, we both fell asleep cuddling each other.
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling Joe's hard cock firmly lodged between my ass cheeks.
I did not freak out this time around.
I smiled to myself, let it be, and I fell back into my dream.
[To be continued]
[The complete story of A Summer at the Farm, the sequel "A Fall in the City", and many, many more stories are available on Patreon]
Chapter 14: Gay Incidents (Part 2)
I saw a huge figure walking towards me, fully naked, a massive dick bouncing like a clock.
The penis was very big but not gigantic.
That was Dave, not Joe.
But I did not feel reassured. He looked mad as hell. Horny too.
I did not have much time or opportunity to panic since he immediately grabbed my face and shoved his stiffed uncut rod in my throat.
"I could tell that one was a faggy from the very start." Dave told Bob casually.
"Did not want to spoil the fun from you, but the boy wants to stay discreet."
"Eh... Time for him to feel what a real man's cock feels like then! You know what I do to queers, right?"
Was he talking to me?
I had a mouthful and could not answer either way.
Dave was being so loud also, unless he was deeply asleep, Joe was certainly hearing this. I prayed that he was drunk enough to be fully out.
"Ffffplease." I blurted out.
"Shut up, freak, and suck that fat dick."
Confused, but still horny as fuck, (what was wrong with me?!), I did as I was told. What more did I have to lose at this point? Besides, the quicker I would get him to cum, the quicker this would be over.
Trust me when I say that I gave it my all.
I was licking, kissing, slurping, sucking, deepthroating on that stinky hairy cock like a maniac. Funny enough, I recognized Dave's distinctive male scent while diving further into his manhood.
For sure, I had been sleeping on his used jockstraps for weeks.
As I was trying to handle that beast, Bob gave his friend a hand by pushing on the back of my head.
I did not believe for one second it was the first time the two of them were teaming up to use a boy together. I got confirmation soon enough.
While my nose was stuck in Dave's bushy greyish pubic hair, - damn, that stink! -, the two were having a conversation.
"How does he compare to Cody?" Bob joked.
"Fuck... My boy's got some things to learn... Joe taught his one right!"
"Trust me, Joe barely knows about his bitch's potential. He's been barely scratching the surface."
"What."
Dave gave a hard thrust in my throat.
"A."
And another.
"Shame."
With one last thrust, he forced me to swallow his entire shaft.
After gagging on it for about twenty seconds, I was finally able to breathe a little.
"Please, don't say anything to Joe. I... I don't want him to see me like that." I blurted out, still hanging on that wet boner.
Dave smirked.
"I'm not ratting you out, kiddo. Not my style. At least, as long as you're doing a proper job servicing me... Suck my balls!"
I jumped on his nuts like my life was defending on it.
Maybe it was.
It felt like the male scent was even stronger down there, so close to his musky asshole. Dave was not the type of guys to take many showers, even after working at the farm in the middle of a heatwave.
"Those freaks would die for some cock!" Dave explained to Bob, obviously talking about me.
"Let him have two at the same time then."
The two guests laughed and squeezed their two dripping dicks together. It was a real feast... and as it turned out, I was very hungry!
I went down on these slippery dicks, unable to lie to myself anymore. I was loving every bit of this meal and the more cocks I was sucking, the hornier I was getting!
They rubbed their junks on my face, shoved them in my mouth, made me swallow their balls and at some point, Dave even spat on my stuck-out tongue.
It was too much for Bob who nutted at the same time and covered half of my face with his warm and milky jizz. Mainly on my right cheek.
"My cream is coming too, faggot!"
Dave pushed his cock in my throat once again and I was choking on him as I felt the distinctive spasm of his orgasm.
He was emptying his big balls right in my stomach.
This time, I heard the heavy footsteps way before he had fully come down the stairs, and there was only one person left...
My eyes widened as I was swallowing Dave's milk.
"Shit!" Bob whispered, realizing our mistake.
I was freaking out!
Joe would be there any second. Foolishly, I crawled and tried to hide behind the couch with my boxer briefs hanging on my left foot. This was ridiculous.
Dave and Bob jumped on the couch. It did allow for me to be a bit more covered behind them.
I told you, ridiculous.
"What in the hell is going on in my house? One cannot get a minute of sleep in here." Joe, visibly still wasted, grunted as he walked inside the living room.
"Were we too loud?" Bob asked innocently.
"Fucking hell, what the fuck are you two doing with your cocks out on my couch."
"We could not sleep so we watched a porn." Dave explained. "Sorry for the noise, that bitch in the movie was a baddie!"
"Hell. And you don't call your old friend to join the fun?"
"We thought you were sleeping."
"Damn I was! And now I can tell by the depressing state of your wieners that the fun is over! You, assholes."
From what I could hear from my hiding spot, Joe sat in his armchair.
Fuck me and my stupid brain, I should have sat with the guys and pretend that I was having a wank with them. Joe would not have cared about that, but now, if I were to be found, he would know something more was definitely up.
"We're done but you can have a wank, we won't mind." Bob suggested.
"I bet you would not mind looking at my big sausage, little slut!" Joe chuckled. "Where's my boy anyway, where is Blake?"
My heart's rate was accelerating.
"How should we know? He must be taking a shit upstairs." Dave replied.
I was literally trembling behind the couch.
How the hell could I keep finding myself in this type of positions?! "Gay incidents" my ass, I was just being dumb as a rock!
Frankly, I was surprised that Bob and Dave were having my back and not exposing me. Maybe they were afraid of Joe's wrath as well...
I could not blame them.
I heard them casually changing the subject to government imposing taxes on their products which was always a good way to get Dave and Joe all riled up.
I managed to pull up my underwear and waited for the best moment to find my way out.
When I felt like Joe was very into the conversation, - losing himself in insults about the federal and local governments - I made my move silently to hurry back to the stairs.
Although, when I realized that he would necessarily hear me walking up the cases, I decided it was best to pretend that I was actually coming down from the stairs and make my entrance in the living-room.
Thanks to Joe's general carelessness no matter what was going on around him and his alcohol intoxication that night, he did not seem to notice a thing when I appeared behind him.
Well... That was until he asked:
"What's that on your face, Blakey? On your right cheek?"
FUCK MY LIFE.
I had forgotten about the jizz drying on my cheeks! How could I have been so dumb?!
I was at a loss for words but once again, Bob came to my rescue.
"The kid cannot even brush his teeth properly." He mocked.
"They don't teach basic hygiene at your university?" Dave added, his flaccid cock still leaking with his sperm.
"I kinda rushed myself... I may have drunk too much." I lied, wiping off the white substance from my face.
"Silly boy!" Joe laughed with the others.
"I... I just wanted to see is everyone was all right before going to sleep." I blurted out.
I could have broken down at any moment but incredibly enough, things worked out.
"Let me accompany you upstairs." Dave winked at me.
"I'll follow you, guys. We all need to wake up early tomorrow." Joe eventually said.
After everything that had happened, it was like a miracle that we were all good.
Dave and Bob had no intention to rat me out and Joe had not realized what had really happened.
Another "gay incident" under my belt and I had survived it!
Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was simply impossible to fight my natural instinct at this point, but when Joe slipped under the light cover naked, I followed suit, and took off my underwear before joining him.
Rapidly, I was hard, all over again.
To be fair, I had been stopped right before I could have a great orgasm a few minutes earlier!
Joe looked at my dick at full-mast. He fondled with his own cock also. It did not take long before his gigantic member raised against his belly.
"The others just wanked off downstairs..." He said to me. "I could use a release as well..."
It was so intimate, being just the two of us under the same sheet. Our arms, biceps, and thighs were touching.
"Oh...Really?"
He grabbed my cock with his large hand and I grabbed his.
We did not have to say anything more.
Only our breathing which was accelerating and the sound of our balls fapping could be heard in the bedroom. For some reason, this moment was very intense, more than the other times I had played around with him.
Joe used his left hand to caress my nipple.
"Hmmm... I..."
I knew I would not last long from this point on.
I stroked his cock furiously in response and locked eyes with him.
With my free hand, I caressed his heavy balls. The ones that had made Olivia.
"Fuck yes, my boy... You like pleasing daddy..."
We both nutted at the same time. We were just that horny. As always, it seemed like Joe had jizzed buckets.
There was no shame there, just raw pleasure.
I started to move away, having in mind to fetch a towel in the next-door bathroom, but Joe held me back.
"No need to leave the bed, Blakey. You can clean this up. Right here."
I gulped.
"Joe?"
He brought his hand coated with sperm to my lips. There was so much of it dripping all over.
"Drink that, it's just protein. When I was younger, I was eating my own cum all the time to get fitter. Trust me, Blake."
I nodded yes and opened my lips.
Joe buried his dirty creamy fingers inside my mouth slowly. He was caressing my cheek with his other hand.
"Thank you, Joe." I muttered.
He harvested more cum from both our stomachs and kept feeding me until I had cleaned everything up.
"Shh... Just swallow this, my boy, you'll be in great shape tomorrow..."
I was proactively sucking on his fingers by the end. It tasted damn delicious. I wanted more.
Not sure how long this moment lasted, but for me, that was one of those moments when everything changed. It was not just about the sex. Not anymore... I was feeling something for Joe. Something real.
Somehow, we both fell asleep cuddling each other.
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling Joe's hard cock firmly lodged between my ass cheeks.
I did not freak out this time around.
I smiled to myself, let it be, and I fell back into my dream.
[To be continued]
[The complete story of A Summer at the Farm, the sequel "A Fall in the City", and many, many more stories are available on Patreon]
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