A Ch. 20 Visit to the Farm During Summer
Blake consents to devote the summer at Joe's farm to render assistance to Joe's girlfriend's father whilst gaining a few profits. Perfect scheme for his jealous girlfriend. Entrapped at the farm, Blake will not deceive her when she's absent... Should she realize it!
This story contains readers aged 18 or above.
This tale is entirely fictional and specifically created to be appreciated by adults, with a minimum age of 18.
I languished in bed past noon, relishing trying to interlock with Joe's chest hair.
I played with its length, gauged its actual size, even uprooted a grayish hair to irritate Joe.
"Ouch."
Following that, I kissed his abdomen, and then, glided my lips over his pole.
He permitted this.
It's incomprehensible how much I was daunted by him at the onset of summer.
But essentially, Joe hadn't transformed. Beforehand, he merely growled or bellowed, preference of communication options for Joe, but now, there was an air of tenderness, or devotion in his eyes.
It's hard to consider that this month of August was rapidly fleeing and ultimately, September will be here.
When Olivia texted me "15 days until we rejoin, my cherished", I was eager to seize time.
I commended his enormous cock just a few more times with my vagina.
Because who would have presumed Joe Peterson would turn out to be sweet?
We're continually screwing like hyperactive rabbits.
It's unbelievable that I was impaling myself on his gigantic penis at least 4 times on a daily basis, but every single occasion, we'd embrace for the longest period, the cum clinging to my pussy or drying on my complexion.
Just as if we were in a genuine connection.
The quick passage of time terrified me.
When I grasped Olivia's text-message "15 days prior to we reunite, my dearest", I strived to stop time.
If that was unattainable, then I meticulously kissed, licked, and worshipped every millimeter of Joe's cock.
Enjoy the slab of meat whilst it persisted!
Fortunately, we were in a secluded area, thus, we predominantly assumed this undisguised presentation of my promiscuity wasn't worn on our sleeves.
As Joe thrust his cock inside me whilst the boy housekeeper was polishing the coffee table, we attempted to be less apparent at first, but then, we began fucking in Joe's bedroom whilst he was tidying the objects downstairs.
No question, the boy sliced into his thighs with his gaze whilst witnessing us going at it.
Though he doubtlessly heard me yelling, Joe was a robust screwer and I could hardly contain myself when he was striking my prostate.
In no manner, we were very much aware that we were displaying our connection too overtly.
I could not seriously reproach Joe.
Certainly, I'd willingly indulge in his performance, and more than anything, being observed elevated the thrill of every single experience.
Similar to Olivia, I'd relished these openings during past seasons.
"Look how frequently Andy's been watching us?" I conveyed to Joe.
"That kid was raging with envy and interest!" Joe chortled. "I'm confident he's perceived engaged by us as Joe services the table."
"However, aren't I the only one permitted to use it as such?" I whispered to him whilst holding his somewhat firm dick.
"You absolutely are, Blakely."
He kissed my forehead.
Cognizant that we were engaging in behavior which ought to be strictly private, we were still unable to express our reservations.
For the most part, we remained annoyingly enmeshed.
I recognized that, however, blaming Joe was unhelpful.
To be candid, I'd secretly banked on our sexual escapades, and the most treacherous element was, being seen ameliorated the excitement further.
"Have you not perceived the extent of Andy's interest in us?" I inquired Joe.
"The adolescent boy was undeniably lustful and impassioned!" Joe smirked. "I'm convinced he's self-deriving now articulating us."
"But, I'm the only one availed to undertake that act with you?" I deemed as my hand fondled his hardening cock.
"That's the truth, Blakey."
He embraced me.
Regrettably, we might've been running on mutual exaggeration.
Obviously, our elevated intimacy was affording us no escape route.
After residing in the barn and feigning sex in each private area of the residence, we became increasingly imaginative and he ejected his sperm from my vagina in a cropland on a crescent moon's eve.
Several automobiles rushed by and could undoubtedly deduce what we were performing, albeit unable to recognize us.
At most, they conjectured that it was two men.
Racy in the midst of Utah, huh? [End of content]
That night in the field marked our first time attempting a 69. Joe was sprawled out amidst the crops, while I lay on top of him.
His enormous cock filled my mouth, while his fingers explored the depths of me. I eagerly returned him the favor, soon causing Joe to experience a mind-blowing orgasm as my middle finger buried deep within his warm, fervid hole.
This wasn't a regular occurrence for Joe to act submissive, but we'd probably exhausted every other erotic experience there was by this point.
Not even two weeks prior, we crossed another boundary.
It had been a long day and Joe and I were in the shower when my phone buzzed. We hadn't yet fucked, yet Joe was thrusting against me and licking the back of my neck.
I was desperate to feel his intrusion.
We had a busy day and hadn't indulged since waking up earlier that morning. We were simply itching to get back to it.
Olivia was experiencing a gloomy day in London, and she yearned for us to have a chat over FaceTime. I couldn't possibly deny her that.
Sadly, it was starting to get late for her and early for me, which didn't bode well - she wouldn't tire before me but she wouldn't stop discussing her colleagues, the emotions of being homesick, and how lucky she was to have me in her life... This made it monumentally difficult for me.
Even Joe, eagerly awaiting to probe my hole once more, was growing exhausted.
As I picked up the phone, still wrapped in my towel, I thought the call would be short - and I let Joe and his heavily-lubricated member a second chance at my body.
Up to this point, few of our phone calls were shared with Joe. It would have been wrong.
But that was not the case on this particular day...
Joe was far too horny and unwilling to hold back.
I ventured around the house while conversing with Liv, barely noticing Joe following behind.
"Babe, you'll be back in the US in two weeks, stop the worrying and just try to enjoy your time in London!" Was all I managed to reassure Olivia.
She wanted me to focus on her.
But Joe had other ideas.
He was excited. Having already watched me holding the phone, he knew I had to be nude from the waist down.
"Babe, you look like you've been working out a lot." Liv observed.
I was shirtless, sporting nothing more than a towel around my thighs.
"You can thank the farm labour for that," I laughed.
Joe, who was strategically positioned behind me and out of the camera's view, decided to play a tomboy prank on her.
"C'mon, you know what you want." Olivia urged.
"Jesus Christ, Liv, your dad's not home!" My eyes widened uncharacteristically in shock.
That was a risky stance on my part.
Of course, as soon as she heard this news, Olivia removed her top.
The little tease! She was just as vocal as her father.
By now, Joe - highly unfazed by my discomfort - continued to rub his large, hairy nipples, taunting me further with his looming member just out of my ken.
It was working. It was unnerving. With Liv attempting to emotionally entice me over the phone - to no avail - I did not dare switch the camera's focus to what was happening in the other room.
Imagine the horror if Olivia realized she was speaking to Liv with her dad mere steps away and Joe, aroused, inching closer...!
Joe, determined to get his way, inched towards the kitchen counter, the area I was leaning against.
"You have one of the best body's I've ever seen." I lied to Olivia as a means of deflection.
It's safe to say this prank was nothing short of successful; as my other senses were clouded, my view of Joe's upraised nipples and eyes drinking me in, coupled with the knowledge that both hands were exploring his erect and drooling member, resulted in an abrupt loss of clarity. Olivia's nudity only made things more potent.
If I'd known she was planning this underhanded strategy, I would have found it less maddening. How could she possibly not realize I had a hard-on while attempting to talk her out of her endeavor?
How could I possibly lift my camera to display what lay behind me?! I couldn't.
Joe had me in his sights.
Pretending to be comfortingly normal, I added, "So, have you considered what you're going to do when you return?"
"...I guess I'll let it all hang out!" She quipped, unaware of Joe's presence.
Suddenly, I understood that Joe had orchestrated this just to stimulate both Olivia and me...
To tease me.
She moved her phone a foot away from her and stood up in her leggings to give me a glimpse of her figure.
Breasts exposed... She was pulling everything out!
"Excellent, dear."
At this moment, my cock became so rigid that the towel could not hold back and fell down. I was naked.
"Do you like this?" She smacked her ass.
Her father was still masturbating his own penis, now positioned very near to me. So close, in fact, that I could feel his breath on my neck.
"I do." I blurted out. "Look at what you've done to me." I pointed the camera to my engorged cock.
An almost nine-inch penis, completely erect.
It was a close shave; I nearly captured Joe's feet in the frame.
"Mmmmm..." Olivia moaned, sliding a few fingers under her tight leggings.
"I miss the feeling of your lips around it, sweetheart."
"Oh yes... You thought I was good at swallowing it, darling? My tongue sliding against your large cock..."
"Fuck yes, the best cock-sucker in the nation."
I thought this would be the limit for Joe, and for a moment, it seemed like he was about to walk away, but instead, he got down on his knees.
Don't be fooled, he didn't look like he was about to start praying.
I panicked and moved the camera back in the direction of my face.
At that point, Olivia was taking off her leggings and spreading her legs. She was not wearing anything under them.
Damn it, I hadn't seen her pussy - any pussy in fact - for nearly two and a half months.
She certainly was a hot piece.
"You're going to feel my mouth all over you again, and everything else very, very soon..." She whispered into her microphone.
She would have been great at ASMR; I was incredibly horny.
"Yes, honey... Get down on your knees... You know how I like to see you."
Unaware that she was mimicking her own father, she obeyed, bending over with her seductive breasts out.
"What do you want me to do here, Blake?"
"I want you to crawl towards me like a proper slut."
She was not stunned by my tone. Dirty talking was part of our sex life before, it had always been like that.
Like father, like daughter, I guess.
"Hmmm... Are you asking me to be a dirty slut for you, daddy?" She teased.
I glanced at Joe.
"Yes, girl, and I want you to lick my dripping cock."
"Yes, daddy." She moaned, moving closer to the camera.
"Aah... Yes...."
A mouth did engulf my cock, but it was not hers entirely...
Fuck.
What did I do?
"Are you masturbating, dear?" She inquired.
"Yes... I... I am... Suck on your fingers, pretend you're sucking me off... That's so erotic."
"Hmmm... Baby... They're already wet..."
"Oh, yes?"
"You're making me wet; you know that, love... You've always had... With your big cock... And the way you handle me..."
She jammed two fingers in her mouth and swallowed them deeply.
Not to be outdone, Joe did the same thing, only with my swollen, dripping cock. Believe me, it was much thicker than Liv's fingers.
He gagged on my dick but Olivia didn't seem to notice, she was still fingering her pussy.
"You're a slut." I told Joe's father.
"Yes, just for you, daddy. A good slut for my handsome farmer." She replied to me.
Joe knelt down, kissing my balls and stroking my shaft, blowing me with remarkable skill. What was he attempting to prove?
I spit on my cock but I spat on Joe's face.
His beard was covered in spit.
"I want to screw your ass, so desperately." I groaned.
To be honest, I was not sure who I was talking to anymore. Probably the both of them.
Something wondrous occurred there.
Olivia and Joe both turned around, on all fours, and parted their ass cheeks to present the prize I was desiring.
One smooth pink anus that I've already fucked a thousand times on camera, and one raunchy, hairy, musky anus that was waiting to be pounded for the first time in real life.
Holding my phone in one hand and my dick in the other, I was trembling, my dickhead dripping with pre-cum.
"Wider! Spread your hole wider whore!" I cried out.
They complied.
"Like that?" Olivia asked, like a good girl.
"Fucking yes, I'm going to cover that ass with my ejaculate!"
"Yes, Blake, please... Fill my hole with your cum!" Olivia begged from thousands of miles away.
But it wasn't her that I sprayed, her father received the thick and white loads on his anus in her stead.
Some of my sperm was going deep inside his dirty pussy.
"Oh God, yes! That's... Ah... Yes... So fucking amazing!" I exclaimed.
"Show me your cock, sweetie." Olivia urged while she was still touching herself.
I nearly made the biggest mistake of my life there, directing the camera towards my dick.
I'm sure that for a split second, Joe's messy naked back was visible on the call's screen, but thankfully, Olivia wasn't looking straight at the conversation when it happened.
I stepped back a bit so I could show my erection, dripping with sperm without taking too many risks.
Joe appeared a bit shaken on the kitchen floor.
Despite that, his cock was still stiff, he was about to come.
"Honey, I have to go, your dad's coming back. I can hear his car."
"Give me a second... Please, I'm about to cum, darling..."
"Your father's home, Liv. "
Joe stood back up and stroked his dick like crazy. I couldn't read his expressions.
"The danger is turning me on, Blake. Just say online until I..."
"Fuck, you're a slut."
"Yes... I'm a bad girl, daddy..."
"Hurry! Your father is really here!"
Father and daughter had just reached their climax.
As drops of semen hit me, I ended the call, shocked. This was too much. I would tell Liv later that we almost got caught by her father to explain my sudden departure.
Joe and I looked at each other in the kitchen.
There was no doubt we had gone very far this time.
Too far?
"You wanna fuck my ass, right? Is that what it would take?" Joe finally asked after a long silence.
"What for?"
"To give you what you need to be with someone."
God, I didn't have an answer to that.
Another long silence passed. My penis was dripping semen on the kitchen floor.
"I'm going to take a shower. Wanna come with me?" Joe proposed.
"Yeah... I... I'm on my way."
He went upstairs and I took a few minutes to text Olivia and gather myself. I drank some water. I needed a pause.
That's when he was trying to prove to me that he could be better than Olivia for me.
Was Joe considering dating me? Me, not another man.
The idea seemed absurd, but it was less ridiculous and ridiculous as it had seemed before.
I swear that I seriously thought about not going into the shower, but my feet led me back there anyway. I couldn't resist Joe's masculine body or his thick veiny cock.
We didn't mention the phone call again though.
We had sex before the twilight. Joe took my ass harder than usual, tearing me apart.
I loved it. A lot.
I fell asleep in his embrace shortly after.
Another day had passed, Olivia's return was approaching.
The next day, I had to go to the store in town.
It was a significant moment for me.
Not much happened, but as I walked through the aisles, all I could think about was returning home to be with Joe again. Removing these tight clothes. Living nude and free. Touching his muscular body and his meaty cock whenever I wanted to.
It was overwhelming for some time. I felt disturbed as I got back into my car.
I wanted to be with Joe.
That was real.
The realization hit me deep.
Like, not just for the sex, although the sexual aspect was quite a part of it, but I wanted to be with him, in his arms, always.
There, it was the first time I told myself that maybe, I actually loved him.
Wow.
That thought alone made me nauseous.
It was hard to admit, and my hands were shaking on the steering wheel. I couldn't leave the parking lot.
I was having chaotic, disruptive thoughts.
What if he was really into me as well?
Could we actually be together?
What about Olivia, then?
No, I should not have been thinking about Olivia, that churned my stomach too much.
I tried to convince myself again.
You're just playing, Blake. You're having some fun while your partner is away. You're not about to give up your entire life for someone else, right? For a dude to top it off! What would your own family and friends think? You've never been gay before!
And Joe was not just a man...
Yeah, I was going nuts, but the thought of going back to my lifeless life in the city, finishing my last year of college, where I was mostly unhappy, seemed dreadful.
More dreadful than my world collapsing because I chose Joe.
I made up my mind. I needed to take a chance. I couldn't help myself.
I turned on the engine of the car, telling myself I would confess my feelings to Joe the minute I returned to the farm.
We had to settle this, however it would go down.
Unluckily, events didn't unfold how I'd hoped.
Arriving at the farm, I discovered another vehicle parked outside. Though, at first, I thought it could have been a potential customer.
What was in store for me, though, I had no inkling.
Finding my way indoors, voices were drowning one another in a heated argument.
"So, why do I need to step aside, huh?! Are you trying to hide your lover from me?! What is it you're scared of?" raged the other voice.
It belonged to a male individual, strong and filled with rage.
"Don't push me, Aiden - I'll smack your ass!" came Joe's furious reply.
"Piss off, you'd fancy that right?"
"I'll frickin' murder you!"
Shocked, I dashed into the living room.
A young man roughly my age, yet African, turned to face me. Tears streamed down his face.
Suddenly, he looked attractive and innocent. His eyes were in sharp contrast to his dark complexion. Muscular and towering above any average height, he displayed a strong presence.
"Here he is, so he's you!" spat the man.
I was bewildered.
"Who's this, Joe?" I inquired.
The guy sighed helplessly. "He's my boyfriend, or was I suppose to believe?"
My heart sank.
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