A Farm-Bound Summer: Chapter 18
The sweltering month of August in Utah made life difficult at Joe's farm.
Blake had agreed to devote his time helping Joe's girlfriend's father and earning a bit of money. The plan seemed ideal for his jealous girlfriend, who imagined Blake would never stray while she was away. Little did she know!
The story is a work of fiction meant for an adult audience, not for minors or anyone below the age of 18.
HORNET IN THE PELVIS: CHAPTER 18 - HEAT EXHAUSTION
Summer provided the scorching heat of Utah with such intensity that life on Joe's farm was arduous.
It took us weeks to succumb entirely to each other sexually. Now, Joe rutted in me like a hornet in a pelvis.
Learning about him took us through the realms of pleasure related to fellatio, prostate stimulation, anal gratification, male intimacy, and handling a 12+ inch vein-festooned erection.
Joe had a God-given phallus that looked divine, whether flaccid or aroused. I couldn't deny my lust for his steaming cock and flesh-raising testicles. Simply saying his name made me want to frolic with him.
Over time, Joe opened my eyes to a pure masculine life. Your thoughts control the world, and as Joe stated, "Be proud of your libido; that energy is fuel." Unapologetically, he encouraged me to wallow in the sweaty embrace of my own sexual desire.
Inhibitions crumbled when stepping into the outside world. Joe taught me the unimportance of putting on underwear or shorts and treated nudity as the norm.
My earlier assumptions about Joe as a caveman became a badge of honor. Work and life stripped down to the basics. After all, conscious men should not fret about societal norms.
Being back in the public eye forced me to put on clean underwear and shorts, but that didn't feel wholly natural. I desired breathtakingly naked life surrounding me.
Small town denizens appeared too polished and nosy. I felt like an excited little boy -- publicly burping or scratching my junk was what excited me.
Olivia, Liv for short, did not bother me but the regular phone calls and video chats had become a nuisance.
Liv started talking about how she'd sensed her own bad ass transformation. Enlightened, she'd understood that only Blake's freedom, girlfriend or not, mattered.
Each day of progress towards our reunion filled Liv with excitement. Her texts echoed her anticipation.
"You've never been so instrumental in someone's growth, you have my full endorsement!" Liv exclaimed while she and Joe spoke on FaceTime, her father's approval increasing my guilt and anxiety.
Joe and I found Liv's suspicion a challenging topic. We continued our secret sexual affair, considering that "playtime" didn't imply any harm as long as Olivia didn't learn about it.
She claimed I made her life much more enjoyable, so she'd found her soulmate in the same man her father had.
Joe and I didn't understand the hypocrisy of hiding our true desires, but enjoyed the quiet mornings and heat-induced lust-charged evenings.
However, each time Liv said "I love-" I cringed.
Was I ready for the life with her again?
Please answer this question among the 3 sections listed below:
- Describe Joe's character.
- Explain the bodily change in Blake.
- Analyze the four weeks of relationship between Joe and Blake.
Answer:
- Joe's distinct feature includes a powerful physique, bearded face, a personality that's free-spirited, liberated, and unconcerned about societal expectations, emphasizing his disdain for people's opinion. His attraction towards Blake screamed volumes of it. Joe possessed a God-sized phallus, a massive excess of meandering ribbon of a cock with large balls, fused with smooth, dark pubes. The first night, Joe foresaw the promise of the union and thus, violated Blake's virginity.
As time passed, Joe exposed Blake to a dormant aspect of himself that instinctively groaned to reconnect.
- Spending four weeks at Joe's farm led to Blake's physical alterations: a well-tanned, raw, leathered farm boy with scruffy hair, a conniving, hardened lower lip in readiness for a randy kiss, a perpetual impassive expression that concealed the lust beneath.
- Joe and Blake spent four weeks of building a relationship before Joe started parading his hard, dry touch; the first time, it left Blake flaccid. As curdling memories of Olivia emerged, Joe's flinthearted fingers elucidated resildion. Gradually, instinct directed their desires, and Joe steered Blake's sexuality with unexpected exposure. Surrender proved vital as Blake became impassioned to revel in his arousal while having multiple sessions of anal stretching, lubrication, and harsh fuckedom. Joe was an inhuman, mythical creature, and, unbeknownst to Blake, the reluctance to submit wasn't to indulge in any form of deviance.
Over time, Joe revealed to Blake the real例Men are wired to hanker after, the truth about life about how every decision, choice, or action echoed the deep craving for a hot, sweaty embrace, boasting the spectacular events that happened in bed.
In fear of a jealous girlfriend, Joe's life had imposed certain rules on him, specifically that he had limited relationships with other men, and the last close affair had ended badly.
Joe unwittingly became a father figure to Blake. Both men developed emotional bonds, occasionally flashing jerky emotions marked by a sense of duty, loyalty, and support, played out over their life. However, the power of their bodily connection yielded electrifying pleasure, as Joe made no question of this or Blake's eventual destiny.
The weeks stretched out as both men indulged in masochistic lust, with Joe's throbbing cock and tender kisses
"I'm happy that you're at the farm helping me out. I mentioned to her how great you've been and... Well, she's really excited about it. Want to know what she said exactly?"
It's unusual for Joe not to be joking or making noises.
He's acting quite serious, discussing his daughter.
"Go ahead."
"She said that... That it was the best thing that could happen to her, having both of the men in her life showing so much respect and love towards each other. She's really thrilled."
Well, that certainly kills the mood.
"Yeah, I respect and... Not 'love,' for obvious reasons. I admire you a lot."
"The same goes for me." Joe whispered, sitting next to me.
I cautiously rested my head on his broad shoulder, and luckily, he allowed it, implying that it wasn't over.
"Joe... I... I might propose to her when she returns."
Why did I say that?
He smiled.
"The two of you will be very happy together."
I nodded in agreement.
I had my hand casually on his thigh, almost close enough to touch his dick.
Were we ever more delusional?
Looking back on it, we were both seeking a reason to continue without feeling too guilty.
The minute we realized we were going too far, it would have to stop.
Instead, if a potential marriage between us was the plan, then what was happening between Joe and me was just a brief escape in an otherwise stranded place.
We didn't have sex that night, but we still shared the same bed.
Maybe it was even worse...
When I awoke the next day, I had a text - "the countdown." 21 days until she would be back.
I sighed.
But then, I made a decision.
I had three weeks left with Joe, and I wanted to make the most of it. We couldn't emotionally or physically waste our time feeling regretful.
Joe was hard already, moistening his stomach.
I eagerly went down on him to wake him up. Tasting that intoxicating scent, that sweet and salty taste, that massive penis... Delicious.
His hips began thrusting as he slept, fucking my throat.
He fully awoke and turned me over, to fuck me from behind while lying in bed. He used my own spit as lubrication.
Fucking in the morning, cuddling... Couple-ly, no?
He massaged my pecs and buried his huge dick in my ass.
"Hmmm... Daddy... You fill me up so well..."
"Yes, son... You feel amazing..."
He pushed deep inside me.
Normally that hurt, but he hurt so damn good. His dick was massive and his balls just as abnormally big, thumping against my ass.
I moaned loudly.
We didn't last very long that morning. Our balls were full with cum and it was a rare occurrence we'd not had sex the night before.
We stayed in bed after that. I rested my head on his furry chest.
I played with a few grey hairs that were growing around his nipples.
Joe fucked me again less than an hour later, in the shower.
We were insatiable.
"Yes, Joe! Yes... Deeper... Harder!" My screams echoed in the bathroom.
Luckily, the farm is secluded, so Olivia was at a safe distance away.
"You like that, boy? You like my giant cock inside your tight hole?"
"Yes... I... Oh God... More..."
We stood, Joe holding my leg up to have better access to my asshole.
Steam filled the room. I was already wet, but Joe was licking my face too.
"I can feel my previous loads in you already... Fuck... You're such a dirty boy..."
"I am, daddy. I want your cum in me, all the time, always... So deep... Please..."
He thrust into me hard.
It typically hurt when he did this, but he hurt so damn good. His dick was huge and his balls equally big, slapping against my ass.
I came against the glass door; Joe forced me down on my knees and fucked me from behind while my face was pressed against the wall coated in my own cum.
He sat down behind me, still hard, and I could sit on his cock, ass deep.
My cum was smeared across my cheek.
"Yes, baby, sit on my dick... Ah, fuck... You're such a whore... I..."
"Please, daddy, breed me again, please..."
"You love cumming in my ass?"
"I'm begging you..."
"You filthy slut..."
He was forcing his fingers down my throat as we were having sex. I struggled to speak due to the chokehold, but my moans conveyed my satisfaction of being manhandled so doggedly.
I would never tire of Joe's massive cock, nor of the anal sex we shared. In fact, with each encounter, it seemed like I was experiencing my body in a whole new way, as if I was just discovering the pleasures of masturbation or virginal sex.
What's the name of that song? "A whole new world..."
Boys, give prostate play a try, you'll be surprised by how enjoyable it can be!
"I'm cumming, baby..." Joe whispered in my ear.
I felt his cum flood my hole as he choked me.
"Hmmm... Yeah..."
Finally able to breathe again, I decided to kiss him on the lips, but he was unaware of the nearly salacious act.
I stopped myself before our lips touched. We have work to do.
So many tasks awaited, yet we could not help but procrastinate.
Despite this, the goats and chickens were fed, so we took our time over breakfast.
Sitting on top of Joe's thighs, we shared a plate of bacon and eggs using our fingers.
A stray piece of bacon dropped on my erection, causing Joe to flirtily pluck and eat it. He then playfully licked my cock to rid it of the greasy aftertaste.
Was it time to fuck again?
Only distractions would prevent it, like a phone call from Dave.
Dave, our homophobic neighbor, desperately needed our assistance. His tractor had tumbled into a ditch, and without any assistance, he would not be able to maneuver it out.
Dave would never abandon a friend's aid. Our getup was simple: just shorts worn commando style.
The inside of Dave's house was a stark contrast to Joe's. Decaying structures, minimal proper upkeep, smaller than Joe's, and poorer in appearance. Considering Dave had only moved in a short time back, it seemed as though his dreams of reviving the farm were fading quickly.
Meeting Cody, Dave's friend, was a whole new experience.
Exactly my age, Cody caught me off guard, strolling out of the house in an unadorned pair of jockstraps.
"Hey, y'all," he greeted us, clothed only in pastel jockstraps.
"Hey, kiddo," Joe hugged him briefly. "Nice outfit." He chortled.
A pang of jealousy struck me while watching them embrace.
Cody stared down at his jockstraps.
"It's so hot in here, we were living on the East Coast before... First summer in the desert. That's difficult."
Cody picked up my hand to shake. He exerted enough force to match Joe's typically dominant grip.
An athletic, handsome young man greeted me, looking remarkably similar to Joe when he was young. Sharp eyes, broad shoulders, low body fat, and a head full of innocent curly hair. His pubic hair visibly bulged from his jockstrap pouch.
Finding out the brand stitched on his front, a memory returned. The jockstraps he had worn had been left in front of my bed before.
"So, you came here with Dave?" I asked Cody, trying to start small talk.
"Yep," Cody nodded matter-of-factly. "Always helping Dave when I can."
In that moment, I decided Cody seemed not very bright.
15 minutes later, Dave walked outside, looking nearly naked andiero, sweatier than before.
"Fucking heatwave, hottest day of the year!" He exclaimed despite the heat. "And that stupid fucking tractor!"
"I feel you, man." Joe agreed. "This year's been hotter than anyone we know."
"You're not gonna start with that global warming shit, are you?"
Dave remains blissfully unaware of the scientific threat to our planet.
He was reaching for a few cold beers in the fridge, but was interrupted by a ringing phone.
"Yeah?"
A cold, inhospitable voice spoke. "Joe, it's me. I'm sorry I can't come... I'll get here ASAP but we've got tractor trouble. We need help getting it out of this ditch."
Joe turned, went back inside, and returned with the beers. It was a miserable day despite the beers we nursed, watching Dave's amateur attempts fail to yield any results.
By noon, we agreed to venture inside for some lunch before returning with the right equipment.
Sweating in the kitchen of Dave's disheveled farm, we passed the time, nursing our beers. Noticing the deplorable state of the place, I admired the violence of nature attempting to take back what it lost to human intervention.
Dave's dream of a splendid farm seemed to be fading, but his determination not to back down boded a beautiful finish. Once we eat some delicious food, we'll help him rescue his tractor.
Whether pulling it out or dismantling it, we'll find a way to set Dave free.
The house turned out to be even smaller than expected, with a decent portion of it being uninhabitable.
There was just one bedroom inside.
I found it interesting that they were sleeping together.
When Dave and Cody vanished for a moment, Joe and I were left alone in the kitchen.
I was caught off guard when I noticed Joe on his chair, pleasuring himself.
The python was free from his shorts!
Joe had a huge smile on his face.
"What's going on?" I wondered aloud, shocked.
"I'm just relaxing. It's been a stressful morning. It's hot in here."
"Joe, we can't do this here! They might walk in any moment."
He giggled.
"I would've thought you'd be more daring, Blakey."
"But not in someone else's house!"
The more I was scolded, the larger his penis grew.
Dammit, he was enjoying the danger!
"Calm down, you know Dave isn't conservative. What do you think they're doing upstairs with his daughter?"
Cody wasn't in a relationship with Dave's daughter, was he?
Joe got upset at the statement.
Perhaps he'd been waiting for confirmation for a while.
"You don't want it, then? You're not hungry?"
Joe couldn't suppress his horniness. He was playing with himself, provoking me.
He drew back his foreskin and spat on his glans.
"Of course, I want it..." I mumbled, angrily. "But nobody can know about us."
"Well, Dave knew all along that you've been slutting around with him. What did you think, Joe?"
Joe hid his cock back in his shorts right before Dave and Cody entered the kitchen.
I was unhappy about leaving Joe frustrated. My mood worsened due to the argument.
Our timing was terrible for discussing something like this.
Joe was correct; I'd given Dave oral sex on the farm. Bob and Cody had discovered my true nature.
But I was becoming scared. Our actions were reckless. We were taking too many risks.
We had a quick meal before returning to the tractor. I had forgotten to bring water, a grave error.
It took us a whole hour to secure the ropes and operate another machine to get the tractor out of the ditch. We managed to extract the vehicle, but it was grueling work.
All the physical exertion helped release the tension.
I needed the strenuous labor, the sweat, the challenge. It cleared my mind. I threw myself into the physical task.
Cody sported shorts. He was done with the jockstraps. His cock was limp. His butt was wet. He looked sexy.
The heat was playing tricks on me.
I thought I was hallucinating. Incidental touching, looks, and lust in the farmers' eyes... I imagined a gangbang with these guys. A bukkake session maybe.
I'd swallow each of their dicks and drink their cum.
They could gangbang me under the sun too.
I regretted my behavior towards Joe. He was ignoring me, instead ogling Cody's ass.
I was envious.
Dave was all over me... but I wasn't interested in him. I couldn't put up any resistance against his advances.
I accepted the attention.
Walking towards the farm with Dave, Joe and Cody were already ahead of us.
The two seemed to be laughing together, but they were out of earshot.
"No underwear... Slutty, I like it" Dave grabbed my arm and pulled me close.
"It's just too hot today..."
He grabbed, felt me, and groped me.
"There's only one bottle left... We should've shared it."
"I don't want to get drunk and pass out."
"It'll relax you. Allow yourself to be in the moment."
He kissed me.
I was on the verge of passing out.
"What're you doing?" I questioned, confused.
"Just enjoying the moment."
He groped me again.
"Dave..." I murmured, embarrassed.
"What? You didn't want me to touch you?"
"No, not now..."
Dave continued his actions.
I was starting to feel drunk.
Dave had been thinking about me constantly since the last encounter.
"We can't let them know about this. They'll judge us."
I was feeling like we were crossing a line. I was hesitant.
Dave was determined though.
There were no other options now.
Dave let me lick his sweaty chest. We were both covered in sweat, and we were two horny guys.
"I'm confused, Dave." I suddenly said.
"You're discovering yourself, dude."
He pushed my hands onto his hairy stomach. He looked more like a rugged father than our friend Joe, but this didn't make him any less attractive.
I was getting used to the rough love, but things were starting to get out of control.
"I don't feel good." I pointed out.
I might have been more dizzier than I thought.
Dave didn't seem to mind my words. His libido was too strong to pay attention.
He pulled down our shorts, and then we were both naked. This happened in a large open area.
His penis was as hard as a rock.
Without thinking, I got on my knees and stared at his stiff penis in front of me.
Then everything went dark.
I passed out.
When I awoke, there was blood and people everywhere, fighting.
Read also:
- Acquiring Part One
- Step-Mother's Spectrum of Intimacy, Sequel 2
- Prison Life: A Woman's Journey (Chapter 3)
- Aftermath of Slut Spouse Volume VIII
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