A Summer at the Farm Ch. 16

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 fictional and only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.

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A SUMMER AT THE FARM

Chapter 16: Inside the Barn

I pretended that the "gay incidents" did not mean anything but I was only lying to myself.

During my seventh week at the farm, Joe was on my mind 24/7 and there was no denying it anymore.

His big meaty pecs. His brown nipples. His large thighs. His broad back. His fat hairy ass... You know where I am going with this... His incredible twelve inches uncut cock (!).

Things were awkward for a couple of days after the post nap's blowjob and the admission of what had happened at the glory hole.

For once, Joe was the one seemingly uncomfortable.

He was clearly battling a war within himself. He started wearing his bathrobe back before undressing again. He spontaneously slapped my butt before taking his distance.

You know the drill: He was very hot and then he was very cold.

He tried to be all work and no play, to put some distance between us, but he would never manage to keep his hands away from me for too long.

I followed his lead.

Whenever he made a move forward, I accepted it, and whenever he took a step back, I did not insist either.

I was conflicted as well but for me, this battle had started a while back.

My obsession for Joe had begun the very first night I had arrived at the farm, and since then, it had only been growing like an unquenchable fire.

I do not think that Joe expected to get lost in his own game though, and I was somewhat pleased to see the tables turning.

Despite Joe's best efforts, it did not take more than three days for the two of us to get intimate again.

We went back at it during one particular heated night, in the beginning of August.

Joe found one of his vintage porn movies and we watched the film together, stroking our own dicks before irretrievably stroking each other.

I would never get tired of the fact that I was not able to close my fist entirely while grabbing the base of his girthy cock.

Fucking incredible monster cock!

"Have you forgotten what I asked from you, boy?" He told me as I was wanking his fat and veiny sausage.

"What... did... you ask?"

It was hard to focus while we were pleasuring each other.

"About the way you're supposed to wake me up from my naps from now on..."

He spat on my cock. He was really good at jerking me off. This was very distracting but I knew exactly what he meant now.

"Sorry, Joe, I... I was not sure if this was still on the table."

He got very close to my ears.

"My big dick is always on the table for you, Blakey." He whispered.

I nutted in his hands, only hearing these words.

Joe always knew how to get me going.

Thankfully, I knew how to get him too. I got down on my knees, found my favourite place between his legs and started blowing his dick.

He came in my mouth a few minutes later.

My job was done.

The next day, he went for his post-lunch nap in the nude and I was hard, only from watching him going up the stairs.

Funny to think that, once, some weeks before, having to wake him up had been making me nervous.

Now, I could not wait!

I paced around the house, a solid brick in my tight shorts, until it was 3 PM sharp.

I almost ran to his room to find exactly what I wanted to see. Joe lying on his back on top of the covers, stark naked, his dripping cock already showing a semi, as he was peacefully snoring and drooling.

I thought to use my hands and jerk off his cock as he had instructed me to, but since I had already missed three rendezvous, I opted for using my mouth instead.

I hoped that Joe would think a blowjob was a nice touch to compensate for not following his instructions soon enough.

I crawled towards him, sniffed his manhood, - I just loved his junks that damn much I needed to smell them -, before swallowing his rod.

It was perfect because he was not really hard and for once, I could shove his dick in my throat without choking too much. Barely, I mean, it was still a mouthful.

Besides, his precum tasted almost as delicious as his spunk did.

Joe did not open his eyes but he had stopped snoring and I felt his hand patting my bare shoulders and then my hair.

I kissed the tip of his dick. I licked his cockhead down to each of the prominent veins of his shaft until I reached the base of his cock and his two heavy balls.

How were they always this full?

I swallowed his nuts and massaged his thighs. He was getting really stiffed.

I wanted to bathe in his male scent, Joe had not showered after working hours under the sun as we were mending the last exterior part of the barn.

I slid my tongue in the wonderful spot between his balls and his groin.

I was getting closer to his asshole too.

"Good boy..." Joe muttered, semi-asleep.

I smiled.

I swallowed some of his hair but I did not mind.

"You know how to make daddy happy, right?"

I went back to my favourite activity, blowing his humongous cock until it became fully hard inside my mouth to the point where I was gagging and spitting all over his slab of meat.

The patting of my hair became something closer to pulling them and then, Joe forced down his cock.

"Now this is how you wake up... Hmmm... A hard-working farmer."

"Yeeeff." I blurted out.

I bobbed up and down his rod for nearly 15 minutes and my jaw was aching after a little while.

Joe's hands wandered all throughout my body until they slid down inside the back of my shorts.

Somehow, his fingers would always end there, so close to my butthole.

"You're hungry?" Joe finally barked as he straightened up in his bed.

His typical way to ask me if he could nut in my throat.

"Yes, daddy! Always!"

The sperm started flooding my mouth right away. Simultaneously, I came in my shorts.

Swallowing Joe's milk never failed to make me explode.

From this point on, this became a daily habit.

Breakfast in the nude at 8, working outside from 8:40 to 1PM, having a quick lunch together, Joe going from a nap, and waking-him up with a blowjob and some cum on my face or in my throat.

Sometimes, I would go lie down with him and we would cuddle.

This had become our sacred and special moment.

Outside of his bedroom, we were acting like co-workers, or maybe like friends, we could horse around, be playful, but in his bed, we were turning into something more than that.

We were intimate, and increasingly, we were acting like downright lovers.

He would kiss my forehead while we napped, I would caress his beard gently, we would fall asleep fully intertwined with each other.

I felt safe feeling his heart beating against mine.

Jesus Christ, I was really turning weak! Even girls I used to be very into did not mess up with my brain this much!

Liv never messed me up that bad...

About a week afterwards, I started sleeping in his bed at night, - not only for the afternoon naps -, and we were taking all of our showers together.

In time of drought, in the middle of the desert, we were definitely doing our part to avoid wasting any water.

I blew his dick in the shower a couple of times and he painted my face white.

"Thank you, daddy." I had told him both times.

When Olivia asked me how life at the farm was going with her dad, I replied vaguely that everything was all right and that we were going along great.

This was the truth, of course, only, not the whole truth.

"What Olivia does not know cannot hurt her", this quickly became our motto.

As long as Joe and I were keeping what we were doing for ourselves, why should have we been worrying about the consequences?

We were just two grown men, working together in an isolated farm, and releasing tension from time to time, finding comfort in each other when we needed to. This was not hurting anyone!

Finally, about eight weeks in my stay at the farm, in the middle of August, we took another (heated) day to finish-up the barn. By the end of it, it looked incredible and I could not believe we had made it, just the two of us.

Joe seemed very proud too.

"Excellent work on this, kid."

As per usual, he spanked my ass.

I was exhausted but beaming with pride.

"Thanks, Joe."

"See, that's the gratification of manual labour. I will never understand people spending their days in an office, in front of a damn computer. You need to see the results of your work, and not only see them, you need to touch them, feel them."

He put his hands on the large wooden door we had made from scratch and he caressed it. It was almost sensual.

I imitated him.

"Really gives a sense to life." I commented, feeling it without fully comprehending what I was saying.

He kissed my forehead, something he had never done outside of our naughty sessions in his bed.

"Damn right, Blakey. This is the true meaning of life, not crunching numbers, not talking politics, just building our home, with our bare hands, like men." He took my hands in his. "This is why you've been sweating your ass off, Blakey! Look around!"

We walked inside the barn, admiring what we had accomplished.

The moment was very special although it certainly did not look like much from an outside perspective.

There were hundreds of hay bales all around us.

"I cannot even imagine how much work you must have during the busy seasons. There are so many things to do..."

"I have help." Joe told me.

"Yes... You and your boys." I replied, gloomily.

I hated to think that Joe was doing what we were doing with other guys. It pains me to admit it but I was jealous as fuck.

Joe sensed my tone and that seemed to amuse him very much.

"You're afraid of not being so special?" He mocked me, slapping my ass.

I pushed him away.

"You wish! I bet you'd like to have me here all year long!"

"Maybe I do wish..." Joe looked away.

Because I was startled by his answer and there was a moment of awkward silence, I threw some hay on his face to keep things light.

"Oh, you want to play that game?" He snapped back.

Joe started chasing me around the barn and we were able to test its sturdiness as we jumped over the hay bales and the wooden floor like angry animals.

Joe was surprisingly fast despite his ex-bodybuilder built but he did not manage to catch me.

"Come on, old man, you can do better than that!" I teased him, climbing over a bale.

"You, little rascal!"

He eventually caught my feet running above his head and I fell back onto him.

We both crashed.

I was lying all over Joe, crushing him under my weight.

"Fuck... Are you all-right?" I asked, painfully trying to get up.

I knew Joe could have some back problems and I feared that I may have seriously hurt him.

"I'm not made of glass, idiot. Besides, a man should never complain. Did I not teach you that lesson?"

"Stand back up then!"

I was worried that he was just pretending to be fine because that was "what men were supposed to do".

Joe and his fucking principles, you know...

"I'm good lying here."

"Come on, I can help you out. Do you need the balm or something?"

I was semi-hopeful that he would ask me to massage his back again.

"No, I'm serious, moron. I'm fine, here. You should try it too; we can see the sun set from down here."

I was sceptical but lied down next to him.

The view through the large opened door looked stunning indeed.

Some hays were sticking onto Joe's chest as he has been sweating a lot. We were both shirtless and only wearing shorts and boots. We were both going commando of course.

"I'll grant you that, it is nice." I told, lying my head against his furry chest.

We stayed like this for a while, watching the sun set.

"You know what's funny, Blakey?"

"What is?"

"In the movies that I watch, the porn from my generation, it seems like the barn was always their favourite place to fuck some hot blondes with giant tits."

I chuckled nervously, his hand caressing my chest, brushing through my sensitive nipples.

"I guess I've seen similar storylines. They do that in more recent porn movies as well. A classic trope..."

"It's a fantasy for some women, or rather, for some people, men and women I guess, to get fucked in a barn. Been livin' in a farm all my life but never done it though."

His hand went on the side of my stomach and found its way down to my back.

"I could definitely see myself fuck a girl inhere..." I blurted out, my dick rising in my shorts.

"What about getting fucked?" Joe asked, sliding his index and middle fingers through my shorts and lodging them inside my ass crack.

The thrills!

I was not expecting this.

Well, not like that anyway.

"Joe?"

"Don't you like it?"

He was rubbing two of his fingers against my hole.

"You know that I do like it..."

He kissed my cheek and helped me pulling down my shorts to my ankles.

I was all his, my hard and throbbing dick leaving no doubt regarding how much I enjoyed feeling his fingers against my pulsating hole.

"Wanna fulfil the fantasy?" He asked.

"Are you for real?"

Joe slid down his shorts and revealed his own dripping cock, looking harder and more gigantic than ever. I gulped.

He did seem "for real".

"I'll be gentle." He whispered. "I know what I'm doing."

"I... I'm not sure that I'm ready..."

"Shhh... Relax, Blakey... I won't do anything you don't want me to do..."

"I know, Joe."

"Do you want me to keep going?"

He pressed his index against my pucker.

"Yes... Yes, I do."

He spat on his fingers and shoved them inside my hole.

He was lying on my side. He jerked off my dick with his free hand simultaneously.

"Like that, my boy?"

"Fuck, yeah... Keep going..."

"Harder?"

"Yes!"

It had been some days since the last time he had hard-fingerbanged me.

I missed it. Badly.

"Hmmm... Baby... I can feel your ass opening up... It looks so God damn beautiful, your hole... So tight... So pink... So fuckable..."

"You can... Fuck, yes... eat me up if you... if you want to..."

Joe did not need to be told twice, he got his face in between my legs and proceeded to rim my ass avidly.

"Nasty cunt!" He spoke, taking a second to breath before diving back in.

I was moaning like a slut.

He was so good at this!

I must say, there was something in doing this in a place where someone driving by could have caught us at any time which was making it that much hotter.

Quickly enough, we were both drenched with sweat and all over each other. I knew his body more than mine at this point.

I sucked Joe's cock and for once, he even gave a lick to mine.

Daddy was horny and feeling adventurous! Yeah! I was too.

When he started tapping against my hole with his gigantic cock, I was both terrified of what may happen next, and more excited than ever to try it.

If this had to only last for one summer, we had wasted too much time already, right? It was simply making sense to go all the way.

Before trying anything with his cock, Joe buried three of his fingers in my hole.

We did not have any lube in the barn but he was constantly spitting on my hole and on his fingers to loosen me up. The rimming helped as well.

Apparently, Joe was a pro at this.

To be fair, I was really turned-on and wet.

He was stretching my hole at each back and forth of his large fingers. It felt a bit scary to have my tight anus getting so wide but I suppose that this was necessary given the next step ahead.

I was still looking at his cock apprehensively, although, lust and horniness were clearly winning over my fears.

I remembered that he had said earlier that he had never fucked anyone in the barn. Maybe that would be one thing I would have more than all of his previous "helpers".

He dry-humped me in the missionary position.

"Keep going, Joe..." I encouraged him.

"You like feeling my dick against your pussy?"

"Yes... I... I want it..."

"Where do you want it, baby? Where do you want daddy to shove his big cock?"

I was shaking. My dick was hard as a rock.

"Don't make me say it..."

He licked my cheek like an animal. Another one of his classic moves.

Joe had to be bestial when it came to sex.

"If you want me to fuck you, you'll have to ask for it, Blakey."

He lifted up my legs in the air and got his cock pushing against my hole, but he was not penetrating it. Not until I would ask.

"Joe..."

"Your hole is ready, son... It craves it... I can see it."

For sure, my anus was winking at the dangerous monster which was tapping against its door.

"I'm gonna cum..." I muttered.

All this time, I had been either stroking myself or being wanked by Joe. We had been at it for nearly twenty minutes.

"I'll make you cum from your asshole, you'll see, it's so much better."

"Really?"

"Of course, baby..."

"Oh yes..."

"I need to hear you say it."

I looked into his eyes.

He was so horny at that instant. He looked beautiful too... Beautiful. That was something I had never thought about a man before. Shit.

What Joe and I were doing was supposed to be so raunchy and wrong, why was it so perfect then?

"Fuck me." I heard me say.

He smiled up to his ears.

"You're sure you're ready?"

"Yes... Please... Fuck me!"

He pushed his cock and in a split second, I felt his cockhead inside of me. Just the tip was already wide and filling me up.

"I'll go deeper until you tell me to stop, ok, baby?"

I nodded yes.

He did as he told me, slowly but effectively breaking my ass for the first time. Inch after inch, I let him invade me, shocked but more aroused that I had ever been.

Until then, I thought that losing my virginity with a girl from my highschool had been the biggest turning point of my sexual life.

I could not have been more wrong.

There, in the barn, it was like I was truly losing my virginity for the first time.

Joe went deeper in me and although it was hurting, intense spikes of pleasure were making it all worth it.

I could barely register that I was going through my first sodomy but it was really happening, Joe's monster cock was disappearing inside my hole, stretched to its limits.

"More?" He asked, as he had shoved a good third of his rod inside me.

"I did not ask daddy to stop..." I said, provocatively.

Maybe I should have not poked the bear!

Joe slammed a few more inches at once and I found myself with more than half of his horse-cock buried in my butthole.

OUCH.

There, he started the thrusting motion.

"Hmmm... Blakey... Your hole is... Hmmm... Just perfect..."

"Yes... Thart hurt so good, daddy... So fucking good..."

"You were born for this, I'm telling you... Hmmm..."

"Harder... Yes... Hmmm... You're hitting the spot!"

He leaned over and kissed my neck as he was pounding my ass.

It almost seemed like we were about to make out but I guess we still had this one last barrier we were not willing to cross.

Instead, Joe started to bang me like a rag doll.

"Fuck... Hmmm...."

"You want me to stop, eh? That's what you want?"

"Aaaah... Joe..."

He was tearing me apart.

His cock was so big, so large, so massive.

A slight breeze was hitting my face as I was struggling through the raw waves of pain and pleasure. The sun was almost fully set now, how long had he been fucking me?

"What do you want, cunt?"

"God...Please..."

"Yes, that's right, I'm your God."

He pulled back his dick and looked at my gaping no-longer-virgin hole for the first time.