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."
Lei sorrise.
"Tuo padre non mi fa paura!"
Solo che l'ha fatto, assolutamente! Cazzo!
"Sarà così felice quando gli darò la notizia! E so per certo che ami stare all'aria aperta e fare lavori manuali."
Non riusciva a capire che l'aspetto agricolo non mi disturbava poi così tanto, - probabilmente mi sarebbe piaciuto, - ma era la parte del "vivere con tuo suocero" che mi metteva a disagio.
A parte quanto ho già detto sopra, conoscevo appena quel tizio e non ero sicuro che fosse così desideroso di saperne di più sullo sportivo universitario che si stava scopando sua figlia.
Forse era karma per tutti i giochi mentali sporchi che stavo facendo nella mia testa.
"Non lo so, Liv. Dovremmo pensarci."
Certo, rispettavo il suo vecchio e non c'era mai stato alcun rancore tra noi, ma comunque un'intera estate da soli con lui... Di sicuro, l'idea era terrificante!
"Perché? A cosa devi pensare, Blake? Volevi restare in città per tutta l'estate? I tuoi amici saranno sparsi per il Paese, la maggior parte dei quali a casa dei genitori... Cosa farai qui, tutto solo, senza un lavoro?"
Per essere onesti, dal momento che il programma del campo estivo era stato annullato, potrei aver pensato a quanto sarebbe stato bello avere il nostro monolocale tutto per me, senza nessuno a controllare cosa stessi facendo per tre mesi...
Olivia lo sapeva e aveva appena trovato il modo perfetto per tenermi sotto stretta sorveglianza per tutta l'estate.
Merda.
"Non sto dicendo di no. Voglio solo prendermi un po' di tempo per rifletterci. Non avrei mai immaginato di andare nello Utah per tre mesi."
La verità era che avevo solo bisogno di un momento per trovare una buona ragione per dire di no senza ammettere che Joe Peterson mi stava spaventando a morte o che avevo intenzione di godermi un po' troppo il tempo da sola, ma non mi venne in mente nulla.
In teoria, le cose si stavano allineando perfettamente. Avevo bisogno di soldi e di qualcosa da fare per l'estate, il padre di Olivia aveva bisogno di aiuto e poteva pagarmi per il mio lavoro.
In ogni caso, Olivia sapeva sempre come farmi dire di sì a qualsiasi cosa.
Si è messa a quattro zampe sul letto e ha iniziato a farmi un vero e proprio pompino.
Sai, il tipo sciatto. Faceva le bolle nella sua bocca sporca, lottando ma riuscendo a ingoiare tutto il mio cazzo non tagliato di venti centimetri e mezzo.
Sì, una volta mi sono registrato il cazzo duro, chi non l'ha fatto?
"Ragazza... Ragazza... Ragazza..."
Che brava ragazza era!
"Fanculo Liv, rallenta... Tu... hmmm... Io..."
"Ragazza... Ragazza... Ragazza..."
Mi guardò con i suoi bellissimi occhi pieni di lacrime.
Olivia è stata la prima donna che abbia mai incontrato capace di infilare tutto il mio membro in gola. Mi implorava anche di nutrirla con il mio sperma. Quella puttana schifosa, sapeva come far venire le sue cremose sborrate a un ragazzo come me!
Alla fine, sono venuto sul suo seno mentre lei mi accarezzava il membro e, in qualche modo, ero d'accordo con il piano.
Nel bel mezzo del pompino, potrei aver accettato di trascorrere l'estate nella fattoria di suo padre...
Voglio dire, non sono mai stato molto vicino a mio padre e volevo davvero che le cose continuassero con Liv, quindi perché non impegnarmi fino in fondo?
Potrei avvicinarmi di più ai miei suoceri e magari chiedere a Liv di sposarmi quando tornerà?
Una ragazza intelligente e sexy come quella, se non fosse un tizio europeo, qualcun altro me la porterebbe sicuramente via se non concludessi l'affare abbastanza presto.
In un certo senso, mi assicuravo anche che lei mi sarebbe rimasta fedele, sapendo che avrei trascorso del tempo a casa della sua famiglia e che non avrebbe osato tradirmi.
Il giorno dopo abbiamo sistemato i restanti dettagli logistici; a quanto pare, suo padre era entusiasta dell'idea, e io...
BENE...
Immagino che semplicemente non mi fossi reso conto di quanto Joe Peterson e io saremmo diventati intimi quell'estate!
[CONTINUA - questo era solo un capitolo introduttivo, il prossimo sarà più lungo... e più avvincente]
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