A Summer at the Farm (Erotic story)

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Blake agrees to spend the summer at Joe's farm to lend a helping hand to his girlfriend's father and make a few bucks. That sounds like the perfect plan for his jealous girlfriend. Stuck at the farm, Blake will not cheat on her while she is away... If only she knew!

All characters featured in the story are above 18.

This story is entirely fictionnal and only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.



A SUMMER AT THE FARM

Chapter 1: Summer plan


Olivia had always been the jealous type. Ok, maybe she had some reasons to be concerned when we first men in junior year.

Before her, I was not the most trustworthy guy.

I was fooling around, a lot.

Men are just wired this way, I think. Hard not to think with our dicks, especially when it is big, juicy and gets turned-on by the slightest breeze like mine.

I was a horny fucker and, lucky for me, I had no trouble finding some pussies to smash on any given day. I both had the looks and the skills to make a girl cum and I had acquired a certain reputation on campus.

I will admit that there were times at the beginning of our relationship when I was not against replying to some of the flirty (or downright nasty) DMs I was receiving on Instagram.

What can I say? Girls loved my six-pack abs and football jock body and I had always been a giver! Sue me!

But for the previous year, I had been very faithful to Olivia.

Well, mostly faithful...

Does a couple of blowjobs in a public park or in a club's restroom really count? Accidents do happen. Especially when you are drunk and horny.

I did my best though. I genuinely believed that Olivia could be "the one" and I did not want to mess that up. She was great, caring, and funny.

Besides, and more importantly to all this bullshit, the sex was amazing.

She was a real slut in the sack! We were doing anal from night one, - I fell in love at the first taste of her tight pink hole -, and she loved dirty talk while she was blowing me, or when I was pounding her doggystyle.

Liv was the total package.

The problem was, on top of everything else, Olivia was also very smart (way smarter than I was) and she had landed a summer internship in freaking London of all places.

She was studying international politics and it was a "great opportunity" to get a job further down the line.

This was also a super expansive opportunity and I was broke as fuck. No way that I could go with her in Europe...

Thinking about all the well-dressed and snobbish Brits that Olivia would meet in London was making my skin crawl.

But Olivia was a nice girl, she would never cheat on me.... Right? And those European guys, most of them surely looked gay to me, maybe they actually were!

As for my own future, I was very good at football but not so good with academics. The only reason I was still attending college was for my athletic results but those were still insufficient to get any significant scholarship or some real career's prospects.

I had a plan to go work at a sport camp for highschoolers that summer but the thing fell off last minute and when Olivia was packing for London, I had nothing to show for.

That was not the best feeling in the world.

Olivia was worried about leaving me behind. Although she was not saying it out loud, she did not trust that I would remain a loyal boyfriend for three entire months. Especially if I had nothing to do to occupy myself other than scrolling the dating apps.

Again, I could not really blame her.

Blue balls for the whole summer did seem like an impossible challenge for my high demanding cock. Blake Junior truly had a mind of its own sometimes!

I think her doubts and jealousy were the reasons why she came up with the idea which ended-up turning not only the next summer, but my whole life, around.

"My dad just called me." She said while sliding into our bed in her sexy lingerie.

Red, my favourite.

We were three days before her departure.

"Is your old man okay?"

"Not really. The guy who was supposed to help him out just flaked on him. He's by himself to deal with the farm for the entire summer. There's usually less work at that time of the year but still, he needs someone."

"That sucks. People are less and less reliable." I commented mindlessly.

I was already foundling with my hardening cock checking out Liv's boobs, my interest in the conversation was lacking in comparison to my girlfriend's banging body.

She knew exactly what she was doing when she had picked red. The slut!

"Yeah. Dad was pissed... You know how he is."

I did know how Mr. Peterson was.

I had only met him a few times in the course of 18 months of relationship with his daughter but it was more than enough to understand the character.

Joe Peterson was tough. He was the type of man who did not take no for an answer, would always talk loud and clear, and he did not care for being polite.

At 45, he had lost some of his tight abs but the dude was still bulk as fuck. He used to do bodybuilding in his youth, and it showed!

Joe Peterson was a huge mass of muscles: legs, chest, back, he got everything. Working hard outside all day, he was keeping in shape without needing any gym equipment.

Do not get this wrong, I considered myself an Alpha Male! I was fit, tall, and muscular in all the right places if I do say so myself, but Mr. Peterson was twice my size and, if he wanted to, he would have crushed me in a split second.

Joe was exulting manliness.

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The thick black hair covering his entire body (from what I could tell, I had not seen everything), his huge biceps, his attitude, - especially his confidence and carelessness -, even down to his musky, sometimes raunchy, smell.

He was everything I wanted to be when I would be his age.

Believe me, I carefully remained in my place anytime we would visit him at the farm. At most, I was discreetly holding his daughter's hand but PDA was definitely off the table.

His only daughter was his "treasure", especially since her mother had passed away about seven years prior. Joe Peterson was the embodiment of the over-protective father-in-law you do not want to mess with.

If he knew the filthy things I was doing to his "princess", Mr. Peterson would have probably killed me...

Sometimes, I thought about that while I was anal-dicking his daughter.

For some reason, it was a huge turn-on.

*Look how I'm fucking your beautiful daughter, Joe! Look how deep I can go in her pink gaping asshole! I have wrecked that ass so many times before, but you little princess is still craving for my fat cock in her butt!*

Olivia loved to be choked, slapped, spat on and fucked hard. She was calling me "Daddy" and she would even let me fuck her in public!

Once, I fingered her while we were eating at McDonalds, an old pervert in the table in front of us watched the whole thing. I licked my wet fingers afterwards. Her pussy tasted delicious and I loved eating her out.

Another time, I fucked Liv under the bleachers on the football's field. She was the one who had gotten the idea! I snapped a video to show to my mates later, they could not believe it.

I told you; I had hit the jackpot with my girlfriend.

But I am digressing.

Liv was always telling me not to worry, that her father was a real "softie" at heart. You bet that he was "soft" with her! Certainly with no one else though.

"I'm sure he'll find someone else to cover for the job." I commented.

I was already playing with the straps of her bra, licking Olivia's titties off. I would miss them very, very much. I bit her nipple. She liked that.

"Maybe."

She was patting my hair.

I took off the boxer briefs that I was wearing; my hard dick was already poking out of them anyway. Nearly fat nine inches of generous meat, - impressive, I fucking know -, it was hard to contain.

"There is no reason why not. Doing the farm for the summer is a good gig."

I casually said while fully releasing her boobs from the bra.

Why the hell did I just say that? Olivia jumped on the opportunity to set-up her trap. Although, looking back, I assume she would have gone on with her plan anyway.

"Blake, you're right! I should have thought about it sooner! Why don't you go yourself and give him a hand?"

Shit, not only was I depraved from her (slightly wet with my saliva) nipples as she straightened up, excited, but now, she wanted me to go visit her father... Without her!

No fucking way.

"Liv, you want me to work at your father's farm? Seriously?"

"He will pay you like he would have paid any of his employees. You're always complaining that you don't know what you'll do when I'll be in the UK. Now, we know! We'll make savings on the rent, put some money aside. That's the perfect solution. Besides, it will help you getting closer to my dad, I know he has always scared you a lot."

She smiled.

"Your father does not scare me!"

Except that he totally did! Fuck!

"He'll be so happy when I'll tell him the news! And I know for sure you love being outside and doing manual labour."

Could not she understand that the farm aspect was not bothering me so much, - I would probably enjoy that, - but it was the "living with you father-in-law" part which was making uncomfortable.

Aside from what I have already mentioned above, I barely knew the guy and I was not sure he was so keen to learn more about the college jock who was fucking his daughter.

Maybe it was karma for all the dirty mind games I was playing in my own head.

"I don't know, Liv. We should think about it."

Granted, I was respecting her old man and there had never been any bad blood between us, but still, an entire summer one-on-one with him... For sure, the idea was terrifying!

"Why? What is there to think about, Blake? You wanted to stay in the city all summer long? Your mates will be all over the country, most of them back at their parents' places... What are you going to do here, all alone, without a job?"

To be fair, since the summer-camp plan had been cancelled, I may have considered how nice it could be to have our one-room apartment for myself, and nobody there to check what I was doing for three months...

Olivia knew that, and she had just found the perfect way to have me under strict surveillance all summer long.

Shit.

"I'm not saying no. I just want to have some time to consider it. I did not imagine going to Utah for three months."

Truth was, I just needed a moment to figure out a good reason to say no without admitting that Joe Peterson was scaring the shit out of me, or that I intended to enjoy my time alone a bit too much, but nothing came to mind.

In theory, things were aligning perfectly. I needed money and something to do for the summer, Olivia's dad needed some help and he could pay me for my work.

In any case, Olivia always knew how to get me to say yes to anything.

She got on all fours on the bed and she started giving me a proper blowjob.

You know, the sloppy kind. She was making bubbles in her filthy mouth, struggling but managing to swallow my entire eight point seven inches uncut cock.

Yes, I did tape my hard dick once, who has not?

"Grrrl... Grrl... Grrl..."

What a good girl she was!

"Fuck Liv, slow down... You're gonna... hmmm... I'm gonna..."

"Grrl... Grrl... Grrl..."

She looked at me with her beautiful teary eyes.

Olivia was the first woman that I had ever met who was able to fit my entire shaft in her throat. She would also beg me to feed her with my spunk. The nasty whore, she knew how to make a guy like me blow his creamy loads!

In the end, I jizzed on her boobs while she was stroking my shaft and, somehow, I was on board with the plan.

In the middle of the blowjob, I may have agreed to spending the summer at her father's farm...

I mean, I had never been close to my own father and I genuinely wanted to keep things going with Liv, so why not go all in?

I could get closer to my in-law and maybe even ask Liv to marry me when she would be back?

A smart sexy girl like that, if not a European dude, somebody else would certainly snatch her away from me if I did not lock the deal soon enough.

In a way, I was also ensuring that she would remain faithful, knowing that I would be spending my time at his family home, she would not dare cheating on me.

We sorted the remaining logistic details the next day, her father was apparently stoked with the idea, and me...

Well...

I guess I simply had not realized how close Joe Peterson and I would actually get that summer!



[TO BE CONTINUED - this was only an introduction chapter, next will be longer... and steamier]
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If enough of you are interested, I could post chapter 2 in which Blake arrives at the farm (and Joe waits for him in his bathrobe), this week-end. ;)

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2 top quality man asserting their dominance.
I so wanna see who turns into the bottom.
 

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A SUMMER AT THE FARM


Chapter 2: The bathrobe (Part 1)

I arrived at the farm around 10pm.

It was the end of June in the middle of Utah, meaning that it was hot as hell, even at this hour. It was one of the hottest summers in years.

Climate change is real, guys.

I was heavily sweating underneath my tank top.

The Peterson family had been cultivating wheat for a few generations and even though the farm had lost some of its former glory, Olivia's father had managed to keep it a flourishing business by diversifying its activities.

During summer, as I would find out, Joe would mostly work on fixing up the machines, taking care of the chickens and the goats he owned, and selling the wheat harvested during the spring. There was always something to do.

In the busiest periods of the year, he could have up to three guys working for him. But that summer, it was only me.

The place looked beautiful. An imposing, but quite old, house was surrounded by fields on all sides, extending further than the eyes could see.

Not a single neighbour in sight.

I knocked at the front door, nervous. Once. Twice.

I waited a little. I knocked for a third time.

Was he already asleep? Or passed-out drunk somewhere in the house? Joe barely used his cell-phone and Olivia was in a plane, flying off to another continent.

I was semi-regretting to have agreed to come when I finally heard some noise inside.

The door opened.

"Evening' boy, been waiting here for a long time?"

Joe Peterson was even more impressive than I remembered.

He stood tall above the step of the front door, - normally, he was only a few inches taller than me but with the damn step, he had a good fifteen inches on me -, and my eyes were at his upper-chest level.

He was wearing a loosely closed bathrobe. Everything was pretty much on display. His large pecs. His hairy nipples. Even down to his bushy treasure trail.

My eyes looked down towards his junks and I had to force myself to look back up.

"I... I just got here..."

"Was in the shower. I thought I heard someone." He patted my back. "Sorry boy, I'm still a little wet."

His short but roughly taken care of beard and his hair were wet indeed, droplets were falling on his robe... and on his furry chest.

"That's fine."

"Eh, come in! Don't stay on the porch like an idiot."

I finally walked on the step to go inside the house and we hugged awkwardly.

I think I felt his cock pressing against my own crotch. Also, his hands were way too close to my ass.

Joe was not one to care about these kinds of details.

"I did not think I would arrive this late but Liv's plane got delayed and I waited with her at the airport." I explained.

"You did good not leaving before her. I still cannot believe you let her go so far away for three months."

"I mean... It was her choice; I did not want to..."

"Yeah, yeah, of course, it's 2024, women are free."

He walked to his living room. I knew the place a bit but I had to readjust myself. The fact that Joe was barely naked was not helping me to relax.

"You know Olivia is an independent girl." I spoke.

"Sure, just like her mother."

He turned around and I got the confirmation that his dick was almost fully out of his robe.

I could see his foreskin fapping against his hairy thigh, hanging low. So low in fact that I realized his cock must have been huge! I could not see the base but there was already a huge piece of flaccid meat before my eyes.

Fuck. Why did I have to stare? I was going to look like such a freak!

Can you imagine if Joe Peterson though his future son-in-law was a homo or a pervert?

"Where should I put my stuff?" I asked.

"The guest bedroom is upstairs, right next to the bathroom and my own room."

"I left my luggage in the car, I'll get them."

"Let me come with ya."

"I just have a couple of bags, that's fine. I mean, you're..."

He sat down on a chair, grabbed a pair of black boots and spread his legs.

Ok, with the intense man-spreading, there was no doubt that he had a HUGE cock. And it was fully on display!

I was hung myself and there were a couple of black dudes in the football team we were calling "horses", but none of them measured up to Mr. Peterson's tool dangling between his legs.

I had never seen anything like it.

I swear, his flaccid cock was bigger than the majority of cocks when they are erected. And I am talking about big cocks here, like pornstars' calibre!

He shoved his equally impressive large bare feet in the boots -- size 13, ouch! -- (no socks needed apparently), and still only wearing his bathrobe, he stood up.

"What?" He said, or rather, barked at me.

"I... Nothing, sorry. Ok... Let's go."

Having him walking out in his bathrobe and boots was quite something to see. But I guessed that he did not care, it was not like he had any nosy neighbour after all.

He picked up the bigger bag from the truck and let me grab the smaller one.

Already, I was feeling inferior.

Maybe he was just trying to show he was the stronger male among the two of us. Maybe even showing off his dick was premeditated to assert his dominance. In any case, he did not need to do any of that, I knew my place in the hierarchy already!

"Come on, boy, follow me up the stairs."

I obliged.

What the hell was I doing there, in the middle of nowhere?! Damn Olivia and her masterful blowjobs, I should have never agreed to this!

"So, this is your room."

It was the room where we slept with Olivia the couple of times we spent the week-end at his father's place.

Nothing too fancy but the bed was good enough and the room came with a large window and a nice view of the fields. No air conditioning though. The nights were warm.

I knew from experience you could hear Mr. Peterson snoring in his own room nearby despite the fact that it was separated by the bathroom.

The bathroom situation was the most annoying part of the living arrangement.

There were two doors to get in but none of which was situated in the main corridor. You could access it either from Mr. Peterson's, or from my own bedroom. Olivia and I were never confident enough to have sex in the super large shower because we were too scared his dad would hear us from his room, or even worse, came in.

From what I recalled, there was no lock on either door.

I mean, being two dudes in there, it was not so much of a problem now, I assumed.

"Hungry?" Mr. Peterson asked.

"I could eat."

He chuckled.

"Ok, let me have a leak and I'll get you something."

"Ok, thanks."

I was about to leave when he stopped me.

He grabbed my arm, firmly. His dick dangled and almost touched me!

"Wait, you're not going to be a princess here, right? Just serve yourself in the fridge. Just act as if you were in your own home!"

He slapped my ass to make his point and turned around to reach the bathroom's door.

"Of course." I muttered.

I was not sure if this was his way to welcome me in the friendliest way, even like family, or if he was signifying that he would not "serve" me.

Trust me, I did not intend to act like a spoiled child!

Joe started pissing with the bathroom's door wide opened. I hurried down the stairs.

The fridge was filled with mostly hot dogs, beef, some chicken, and beers. Joe Peterson was not the type of guys to follow a strict diet made of vegetables. He was eating meat, like a real man.

I treated myself with a cold beer -- I definitely needed one to calm my nerves -- and a turkey sandwich.

"The crusts on the wooden floor, boy!" Mr. Peterson barked at me as he walked into the kitchen.

My heart started racing fast.

I looked down at the floor. I had made a mess... Oh no... I did not think it was that bad.

"Sorry, Sir! I... I will clean that up right away."

He laughed it off. So hard in fact that he had to hold his stomach.

For once, I could not see his dick. Well, I could barely see it, there was always some flesh poking out.

"You should see your face; I'm just kidding, pal! This place is a bachelor's pad now, there should be dirt on the floor. And I have a maid coming in every Tuesday. Never been a fan of cleaning my own mess."

To be fair, he did put dirt all over the floor with his boots.

He opened his fridge and bit into a cold chicken leg, letting some pieces fell on his hairy chest to prove his point.

"See! No big deal."

He picked up some crust from his navel and ate it.

"You got me scared here, Mr. Peterson."

"Please call me Joe." He burped loudly. "Men are way too cautious these days. It's like every male in America is turning into a God damn woman!"

I chuckled and sipped on my beer.

I definitely did not feel like I was turning into a woman but I did not say anything. I was somewhat agreeing that our society was getting way too feminized.

Mr. Peterson, or rather Joe, was sucking off his greasy finger.

"When should I wake up tomorrow morning?" I asked.

"7. I'll show you around, teach you the basics, and we'll get to work."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Don't worry, there's not much to do. I guess, I could do it all alone but eh, I like having someone around, some stuff requires two pairs of hands and it can get lonely here."

"Sure. And I'm happy to help. I'm a quick learner."

[Chapter 2 continues below]
 

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A SUMMER AT THE FARM


Chapter 2: The bathrobe (Part 2)

"No doubt about that, my boys always are."

He smiled at me.

My phone vibrated. It was a text from Olivia. She had just landed in London.

"Your daughter is officially in Europe." I spoke.

"At least, you don't have to worry about competing with other guys there. Brits are the most effeminate men of the whole planet! No matter what those neo-feminists say, deep down, every woman prefers to lay with a macho man, the Europeans have no shot with Liv."

"Cheers to that." I said, raising my beer.

He cheered with me.

Maybe that would not be that bad. Sometimes, I hated the big cities' way of life. Joe Peterson had not been corrupted with the politically correct way of thinking. I had always appreciated that about him.

I went to take a shower to get rid of the sweat which was making my tank top glue to my skin.

There was definitely no lock on the door but I would not be bothered, Joe knew I was in there. I pissed in the shower too.

I would usually bust a nut in the shower but I guess I was not feeling comfortable enough. Not yet. Besides, I had fucked Olivia in the car in the airport's parking lot about ten hours prior. Twice. (We had to make our goodbye count!)

When I went downstairs, I was just wearing loose long underwear. No need to be modest, I figured.

I was usually sleeping naked back at my place but if and when I was wearing something to sleep, it was this kind of comfy shit. I assumed that Joe had already gone to bed.

It was almost midnight and I thought I could watch some TV in the living room before heading off to bed myself. I took another beer.

Just to relax a little more.

I was semi-watching a movie when Joe came in ten minutes later. I did not expect him to be up so I was a bit startled and I put my empty beer on the floor.

He did not sit though, he stood right before me and stared.

There was such a weird vibe suddenly and I could not figure why.

He kept staring at me, looking annoyed.

This lasted several seconds until I finally asked:

"What's going on?"

I was genuinely confused.

"Hmm." He cleared his throat. "That's my armchair."

Was he serious? I could not tell anymore if he was kidding or not.

I tried a joke.

"I didn't see your name on it so I thought I could sit down, Joe!"

He smiled. A devilish smile slightly hidden behind his beard. For a split second, I was legit scared. At this point, his bathrobe was barely hiding anything. He knew he was flaunting his massive balls to me and he did not care.

His balls were hairy as fuck by the way. Just like the rest of his body. Thick black hair.

"You are a funny guy, Blake."

"Am I?"

He paused for a few seconds. Then he said:

"Now. Can you move so I can sit? Or would you rather have me sitting on you? Maybe you like that, eh, a fat manly bum all over ya?"

I gulped.

"Sorry, Joe."

I stood up and attempted a friendly smile.

He remained perfectly still so I had to contort my body to avoid touching him. I was only a couple inches away from his chest until I finally managed to get around Mr. Peterson to sit on the sofa.

I almost left the room, -- I definitely wanted to at this point -, but I did not want him to think that I was running away or that I was scared.

That evening, sitting on the sofa was an act of bravery.

At least, it was the story that I was telling myself.

Joe sat down on "HIS" armchair. He changed the channel, not caring that I was watching a movie.

It was impossible to read the guy.

Was he mad at me or something? I thought he was happy that I was here. Did he care so much about that fucking armchair?!

Things got worst. He spread his arms and his legs. Wide.

Now, the robe was no longer hiding a single thing. It was fully opened. His humongous dick hung freely between his hairy thighs. He was uncut.

I guessed this was just another move to show who was the boss.

I got it, dude! You're the Alpha male around here, no need to pull out your stinky hairy armpits!

No doubt, the man was exuding more than his fair share of testosterone.

I wondered if Joe fucked around with women from the area... Women in heat must have been smelling him from miles away! I started to think about Liv's mother...

He could not have remained a bachelor for more than seven years since she had passed! Not a guy like this! Not with a cock that size!

I realized that I was, once again, staring at his massive veiny dick. Shit, I focused my attention back to the screen.

Joe was watching a reality-tv show. Really unexpected from the macho farmer.

I was now forcefully watching the trashy program too.

A bunch of people were locked-up in a beautiful house with their exes and their new partners, and they needed to compete in various challenges to decide, in the end, if they would go back with their ex, or remain with their current girlfriend or boyfriend.

A perfect pile of bullshit featuring wanna-be Z-list celebs.

The episode that night mainly focused on a threesome between one girl, her ex and her current boyfriend. It had created drama among the contestants.

Joe seemed fascinated.

It was like he had forgotten that I was there. He was scratching his heavy balls, seemingly actually caring about that crap on the screen.

The man had no sense of decency at all.

Sure, Joe had always been upfront and I did not count him as a modest guy, but when Olivia was here, let's just say he was less blatant about it!

At this point, he could as well as been totally naked and fondling with his XXL dick.

A full half-hour passed and I thought it was finally time to go to sleep without me leaving looking too weird. Joe had another idea in mind though...

As I was about to stand up, he wanted to talk.

During yet another flashback to the threesome scene that occurred in the episode -, we could barely see anything as most of the action was happening under the covers -, Joe suddenly asked me:

"Have you ever done that?"

People were fucking under a blanket on the television screen.

"Sex?" I looked at him, puzzled.

He chuckled.

"No, idiot, a threesome!" He paused and then added. "With one girl and another guy! A Devil's threesome as they say in the show."

"No." I replied honestly.

He wanted to make me uncomfortable. I was trying very hard not to be. I did have sex with multiple girls at the same time but I had never involved a bro in the mix.

"Have you?" I dared asking back.

"Yeah..." He spoke. "I had a bit of fun when I was younger. Eh, not only when I was younger."

We kept on watching the show, the girl was now crying in front of the camera, she could not choose between the two guys she had fucked the night before and wanted to date both of them.

One had a great cock that she loved to take deep in her ass, but the other one was apparently great at eating her pussy.

Then, Joe spoke again.

"Blake. You do have sex with Olivia though, right?"

I started blushing.

What kind of sick question was that?!

My silence made Joe laugh at my expense, once again.

"Oh boy..." He spoke. "Relax, son. Sex is natural. There was a time when men could share those types of stories... Not everything was so sensitive!"

He smiled at me and shut his legs.

He had made his point, I guess, he was the real man in the house.

"Men can still do that. I mean, I'm part of the football team. You bet sex is pretty much all we talk about with my mates in the locker-rooms." I spoke.

I had found a way to answer the man without actually talking about sex with Olivia. Pretty smart of me, eh?

"You, naughty boys." He mumbled with a smirk.

I did not add anything.

Joe sighed when the episode ended. In the next one, two exes would hook-up together.

"I guess it's time for bed. This, my mate, is a real crappy show." He stated.

I smiled at him. We could agree on that.

"Those girls who go in these types of shows, they're the worst." I confirmed.

He stood up and came sit beside me on the sofa. What about his sacred armchair? I thought. He put his (large) hand on my thigh.

"I can call you "my mate", right? We are mates? Buddies?"

I could no longer pretend that I was comfortable.

"Of course, we're mates, Joe." I blurted out.

"Nice."

He patted my hair.

"Now, that means us two are exactly like your friends in the football team, we can tell each other anything. No need to be shy or hold back."

"Sure..."

"We're going to have a great time here at the farm."

I nodded my head yes.

Maybe I was too drunk already. Or maybe Olivia's father was really acting weird.

He let go off his grip on my thigh and he stopped patting my hair.

"Time to go to bed, we have a long day ahead tomorrow."

"You're right. Good night, Joe. Again, thanks... Thanks for everything."

"You got it."

We walked up the stairs together and the last thing I saw was his frame going into his bedroom, removing his bathrobe even before he had gone through the door.

Fat hairy ass, as expected.

Weirdly, I guessed it was the trashy girls on TV, I was in the mood when I lied onto my new bed sheets.

I played with my cock a little, it got hard rather quickly and I nutted on my chest a few minutes later. I was used to cum two, three, sometimes four times a day. I produced some heavy creamy loads, I always did.

How was it still so hot in the middle of the night in Utah?

I opened my window.

Damn, 1:30 AM, I would be tired the next day... And something was telling me that Joe Peterson would not let me rest easy.

*

[TO BE CONTINUED]
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A SUMMER AT THE FARM


Chapter 2: The bathrobe (Part 2)

"No doubt about that, my boys always are."

He smiled at me.

My phone vibrated. It was a text from Olivia. She had just landed in London.

"Your daughter is officially in Europe." I spoke.

"At least, you don't have to worry about competing with other guys there. Brits are the most effeminate men of the whole planet! No matter what those neo-feminists say, deep down, every woman prefers to lay with a macho man, the Europeans have no shot with Liv."

"Cheers to that." I said, raising my beer.

He cheered with me.

Maybe that would not be that bad. Sometimes, I hated the big cities' way of life. Joe Peterson had not been corrupted with the politically correct way of thinking. I had always appreciated that about him.

I went to take a shower to get rid of the sweat which was making my tank top glue to my skin.

There was definitely no lock on the door but I would not be bothered, Joe knew I was in there. I pissed in the shower too.

I would usually bust a nut in the shower but I guess I was not feeling comfortable enough. Not yet. Besides, I had fucked Olivia in the car in the airport's parking lot about ten hours prior. Twice. (We had to make our goodbye count!)

When I went downstairs, I was just wearing loose long underwear. No need to be modest, I figured.

I was usually sleeping naked back at my place but if and when I was wearing something to sleep, it was this kind of comfy shit. I assumed that Joe had already gone to bed.

It was almost midnight and I thought I could watch some TV in the living room before heading off to bed myself. I took another beer.

Just to relax a little more.

I was semi-watching a movie when Joe came in ten minutes later. I did not expect him to be up so I was a bit startled and I put my empty beer on the floor.

He did not sit though, he stood right before me and stared.

There was such a weird vibe suddenly and I could not figure why.

He kept staring at me, looking annoyed.

This lasted several seconds until I finally asked:

"What's going on?"

I was genuinely confused.

"Hmm." He cleared his throat. "That's my armchair."

Was he serious? I could not tell anymore if he was kidding or not.

I tried a joke.

"I didn't see your name on it so I thought I could sit down, Joe!"

He smiled. A devilish smile slightly hidden behind his beard. For a split second, I was legit scared. At this point, his bathrobe was barely hiding anything. He knew he was flaunting his massive balls to me and he did not care.

His balls were hairy as fuck by the way. Just like the rest of his body. Thick black hair.

"You are a funny guy, Blake."

"Am I?"

He paused for a few seconds. Then he said:

"Now. Can you move so I can sit? Or would you rather have me sitting on you? Maybe you like that, eh, a fat manly bum all over ya?"

I gulped.

"Sorry, Joe."

I stood up and attempted a friendly smile.

He remained perfectly still so I had to contort my body to avoid touching him. I was only a couple inches away from his chest until I finally managed to get around Mr. Peterson to sit on the sofa.

I almost left the room, -- I definitely wanted to at this point -, but I did not want him to think that I was running away or that I was scared.

That evening, sitting on the sofa was an act of bravery.

At least, it was the story that I was telling myself.

Joe sat down on "HIS" armchair. He changed the channel, not caring that I was watching a movie.

It was impossible to read the guy.

Was he mad at me or something? I thought he was happy that I was here. Did he care so much about that fucking armchair?!

Things got worst. He spread his arms and his legs. Wide.

Now, the robe was no longer hiding a single thing. It was fully opened. His humongous dick hung freely between his hairy thighs. He was uncut.

I guessed this was just another move to show who was the boss.

I got it, dude! You're the Alpha male around here, no need to pull out your stinky hairy armpits!

No doubt, the man was exuding more than his fair share of testosterone.

I wondered if Joe fucked around with women from the area... Women in heat must have been smelling him from miles away! I started to think about Liv's mother...

He could not have remained a bachelor for more than seven years since she had passed! Not a guy like this! Not with a cock that size!

I realized that I was, once again, staring at his massive veiny dick. Shit, I focused my attention back to the screen.

Joe was watching a reality-tv show. Really unexpected from the macho farmer.

I was now forcefully watching the trashy program too.

A bunch of people were locked-up in a beautiful house with their exes and their new partners, and they needed to compete in various challenges to decide, in the end, if they would go back with their ex, or remain with their current girlfriend or boyfriend.

A perfect pile of bullshit featuring wanna-be Z-list celebs.

The episode that night mainly focused on a threesome between one girl, her ex and her current boyfriend. It had created drama among the contestants.

Joe seemed fascinated.

It was like he had forgotten that I was there. He was scratching his heavy balls, seemingly actually caring about that crap on the screen.

The man had no sense of decency at all.

Sure, Joe had always been upfront and I did not count him as a modest guy, but when Olivia was here, let's just say he was less blatant about it!

At this point, he could as well as been totally naked and fondling with his XXL dick.

A full half-hour passed and I thought it was finally time to go to sleep without me leaving looking too weird. Joe had another idea in mind though...

As I was about to stand up, he wanted to talk.

During yet another flashback to the threesome scene that occurred in the episode -, we could barely see anything as most of the action was happening under the covers -, Joe suddenly asked me:

"Have you ever done that?"

People were fucking under a blanket on the television screen.

"Sex?" I looked at him, puzzled.

He chuckled.

"No, idiot, a threesome!" He paused and then added. "With one girl and another guy! A Devil's threesome as they say in the show."

"No." I replied honestly.

He wanted to make me uncomfortable. I was trying very hard not to be. I did have sex with multiple girls at the same time but I had never involved a bro in the mix.

"Have you?" I dared asking back.

"Yeah..." He spoke. "I had a bit of fun when I was younger. Eh, not only when I was younger."

We kept on watching the show, the girl was now crying in front of the camera, she could not choose between the two guys she had fucked the night before and wanted to date both of them.

One had a great cock that she loved to take deep in her ass, but the other one was apparently great at eating her pussy.

Then, Joe spoke again.

"Blake. You do have sex with Olivia though, right?"

I started blushing.

What kind of sick question was that?!

My silence made Joe laugh at my expense, once again.

"Oh boy..." He spoke. "Relax, son. Sex is natural. There was a time when men could share those types of stories... Not everything was so sensitive!"

He smiled at me and shut his legs.

He had made his point, I guess, he was the real man in the house.

"Men can still do that. I mean, I'm part of the football team. You bet sex is pretty much all we talk about with my mates in the locker-rooms." I spoke.

I had found a way to answer the man without actually talking about sex with Olivia. Pretty smart of me, eh?

"You, naughty boys." He mumbled with a smirk.

I did not add anything.

Joe sighed when the episode ended. In the next one, two exes would hook-up together.

"I guess it's time for bed. This, my mate, is a real crappy show." He stated.

I smiled at him. We could agree on that.

"Those girls who go in these types of shows, they're the worst." I confirmed.

He stood up and came sit beside me on the sofa. What about his sacred armchair? I thought. He put his (large) hand on my thigh.

"I can call you "my mate", right? We are mates? Buddies?"

I could no longer pretend that I was comfortable.

"Of course, we're mates, Joe." I blurted out.

"Nice."

He patted my hair.

"Now, that means us two are exactly like your friends in the football team, we can tell each other anything. No need to be shy or hold back."

"Sure..."

"We're going to have a great time here at the farm."

I nodded my head yes.

Maybe I was too drunk already. Or maybe Olivia's father was really acting weird.

He let go off his grip on my thigh and he stopped patting my hair.

"Time to go to bed, we have a long day ahead tomorrow."

"You're right. Good night, Joe. Again, thanks... Thanks for everything."

"You got it."

We walked up the stairs together and the last thing I saw was his frame going into his bedroom, removing his bathrobe even before he had gone through the door.

Fat hairy ass, as expected.

Weirdly, I guessed it was the trashy girls on TV, I was in the mood when I lied onto my new bed sheets.

I played with my cock a little, it got hard rather quickly and I nutted on my chest a few minutes later. I was used to cum two, three, sometimes four times a day. I produced some heavy creamy loads, I always did.

How was it still so hot in the middle of the night in Utah?

I opened my window.

Damn, 1:30 AM, I would be tired the next day... And something was telling me that Joe Peterson would not let me rest easy.

*

[TO BE CONTINUED]
[This story, and many, many, many more on my Patreon - Thomas Lodge]
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