A Summer at the Farm (Erotic story)

[thehottestmenxx]

A SUMMER AT THE FARM

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Chapter 6: The Gas Station (Part 1)

I was mortified waking up the next morning.

What the fuck had I done? Jerking off with Liv's father, letting him touch me (!), sucking his freaking hairy nipples (!!), ending-up drenched with his thick cum (!!!).

I was sure things were going to be awkward for the entire summer now, I even considered leaving the farm.

How could I ever look Joe in the eyes again?

Olivia would be mad at me for abandoning her dad but at the very least, whatever weird shit was going on, would stop.

She would certainly not be happier knowing that I was slurping on his father's tits! Right?

Joe woke up late that morning.

I was anxiously waiting for him while making breakfast, the scenes from the previous night replaying in my head.

Why did I have to keep such a strong morning wood thinking about that though?

My brain was ashamed for sure but my dick was relentless! Blake Junior was insatiable sometimes.

Maybe Joe did not want to come downstairs because he was embarrassed too.

Joe, embarrassed? Okay, this was a ridiculous concept.

I was about to go upstairs to ask him if he was fine, - normally, we would have been working for more than an hour at this time, and he had thrown his back the day before so maybe something was wrong -, when he entered the kitchen, yawning.

He was stark naked, his meaty cock looking heavy as always, hanging low between his thighs.

"Morning' Blake."

"Good morning, Joe. I've made pancakes."

He yawned again and coughed a couple times.

"Good. I'm so hungry, I could eat a cow."

He took a seat and he grabbed a couple of pancakes.

What did I expect? A comment about our jerk-off session? Joe did not seem to give a single fuck.

"Is your back feeling better?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." He grunted while scratching his balls under the table.

Definitely, he was his usual-self.

In a way, Joe's carelessness was a relief.

The morning went on as usual, he put on some shorts (going commando), we finished our work one the foundations of the barn, and there was no mention of the previous evening.

Joe's attitude made me rethink my own state of mind.

I may have been way too much in my head, overthinking what had been some harmless banters between two dudes.

We had drunk a couple beers too many, he had teased me, we may have pushed the boundaries a little... I mean, maybe I was exaggerating the amount of cum sprayed on my face and my body.

And sucking his "titties", sure, that was too much but it did not last for long.

Joe probably did not even remember it.

We were too horny men, living together, seeing nobody else. Weird shit was bound to happen. Thinking of which, I had not laid my eyes on a woman in nearly a week! That certainly explained my strange urges.

Even the maid who came by that morning turned out to be a dude!

Really, Joe?

His name was Tim. He was an 18 years-old guy, about to start college, and he had been cleaning-up the old houses of farmers in the region to make a little money, among other small jobs.

Even when Tim was here, Joe did not show any modesty. He took his daily shower after work and wandered around the farm in the nude afterwards.

Tim did not seem startled; he was probably used to it by now.

Hell, he even seemed to like it. He was staring at Joe without trying to hide it.

I know I was doing the same, glancing at the farmer's impressive cock way more than I should have, but Tim was just more obvious about it.

Besides, a few times, I felt like he was watching me as well while I was working outside, sweaty and shirtless.

Tim did not look like the typical gay dudes that I would meet in college, he was more of the jock type despite being young, so I was not sure what his deal really was.

Maybe he was like me, straight on paper but obsessed with Joe's cock.

Because I have to admit it fully now, that was exactly what I was... obsessed with another man's dick!

Joe did not seem to have a second thought about stroking his cock so close do my face, but I, on the other hand, could not stop thinking about it.

All the damn time.

It was messing up so much with my head that I had to actively train myself to focus on something else than my future father-in-law's genitals.

*You like pussy, Blake. Wet tight pussy. Think about that, instead. Not the veiny gorgeous cock of your in-law. Damn. Stop thinking about this musky male scent. What the fuck is wrong with you!? What you love is slurping on juicy boobs, not male nipples! God damn it, stop staring at the massive bouncing bulge in his shorts!*

After a couple more days, I came to the conclusion that being stranded away from the world was the main issue here.

I needed to see a woman in real life again (not on television or in a porn movie) and more importantly, I needed to get away from Joe for a while.

The proximity was playing tricks with my mind (and dick).

Believe it or not but after a week, my obsession over Joe had become so bad that I had come to the point of waiting, no, worse, hoping for Joe to propose another jerk-off session, just so I could see his impressive cock at full mast and in action again.

The initial deep regret after the fact had slowly, but surely, been replaced with envy to do it again.

Shit.

And poor Oliva who kept telling me how happy she was that I was spending the summer with her dad and how cool it was that we were getting closer together!

If only she knew!

I took the opportunity to run some errands to leave the farm alone for one afternoon. Joe was living in the middle of nowhere and the closest town, if you can call it that, was still a forty minutes' drive from the farm.

Exactly what I needed.

Between Joe's house and the nearest supermarket or pub, there were nothing to see except for a couple more farms and a sleazy gas station.

I tried a dating app once I was in the small village but of course, no one was logged in.

Most of the women I met in the store where elderly although I did catch a few MILFs that I was sure I could have brought to a restroom for a quick blowjob. They looked hungry for a young and firm cock.

After more than a week with no sex whatsoever, I was dying for a hot chick to blow me.

No luck though.

Well, it was not really about luck, I just did not have the balls to go for it.

I was too afraid that they might know Joe and that they would kiss and tell, to try anything.

He would surely kill me if he knew that I had cheated on his precious daughter.

I thought about driving even further away to an actual town but I decided against it since Joe had already texted me a couple of times:

"what's taking you so long? We need to take care of the goats."

The damn goats did not need any help! Maybe Joe was the one obsessed with me after all? Could he not stay a few hours without me?

The other hypothesis was that Olivia had asked her father to check on me. Given our history, this was not outside of the realm of possibilities.

After the store, I was very horny and I passed by the pub to see if the town had any chicks under 30 to flirt with. I was not too sure what I was hoping for.

I drank a beer, or two, I wanted to clear my mind.

I know, we should not drink and drive but sue me, I needed to release the tension.

The pub was very depressing, two drunk guys were playing darts nearly killing each other in the process, and the only woman there was also drunk, nearly sleeping on the bar.

Yeah!

"Come by on Saturday night, it's karaoke, always a good time!" The owner of the place told me.

I pretended that I might pass by but I had already decided I would never enter the pub again.

I finished my second beer in a hurry and quickly left the gloomy place.

I began to understand why Joe was the way that he was. Being isolated from the rest of the world, living alone, it does give you another perspective on life.

Not that it was all that bad.

There were definitely some perks to the countryside and the desert: no stupid Instagram girls, no superficiality, people with good spirit who were always there to help each other, but Good Lord, no wet pussy to snatch either!

I regretted the couple of beers I had during my ride back home as I was in a desperate need to take a leak.

I almost stopped in the middle of the road, - who would have given a fuck if I had peed there? -, when I noticed the gas station from earlier.

I needed to fill the tank of my car anyway so I stopped there, going straight to the restroom first.

Talk about a depressing place...

I walked into the restroom: Light was not working, - thank God the sun had not set yet and some light could pass through the dirty windows -, and there was no working urinal.

Only a leaking sink against the wall, no mirror, and three cubicles.

One of them was being used, one of them was out of order, and the last one, on the left of the cubicle being used, was available.

I hurried in, about to piss my own pants.

The guy next to me was already taking a leak. I could hear it.

"Aaaaaah..." I mumbled when I finally fished my dick out of my shorts, and let the stream of yellow piss out.

Although the restrooms were gross, I was way too happy to relieve myself to complain about the upkeeping.

I noticed the smell while I was still peeing before I saw the stains...

Stains of cum, dripping from the wall in front of me.

A lot of it!

There was no doubt that it was spunk and it looked fairly recent. I shook my cock for the last droplets of piss to fall down the bowel.

I smiled at the white and gooey jizz in front of me. Someone had just had a good time, I thought.

A few times on campus, I had stroked myself in the bathroom between classes. What can I say? I had always been a very horny man.

I considered doing the same there, my cock stirring up at the idea. I remembered one of the MILFs from the store, the one with the biggest breasts and puffiest lips.

I almost went back to find her, already regretting not having made a move. Even if she knew Joe and there were risks involved, I would have killed for a blowjob and I was sure that she would have done a proper performance.

In the span of a few seconds, my dick was rising at full mast.

Maybe if the guy next to me was not there, and if the door could have been locked, I would have rubbed one out but this was too dangerous.

Also, the smell was very bad.

The stranger in the other cubicle had stopped pissing but I could hear his breathing. What was he doing?

It was really stinking cum over there and finally, I started to realize where I actually was.

On my right, the wall had a distinctive particularity. A hole, situated right at the level of my hips.

A glory-hole!

That was the first time ever I was seeing one in real life. I was not even sure those were actually existing.

[Chapter 6 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A SUMMER AT THE FARM

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Chapter 6: The Gas Station (Part 2)

I had heard some friends talk about "truck stops" and "cruising places" before, one of Liv's gay friends was apparently a frequent visitor of such places, but it had always seemed like a weird fag fantasy to me.

It was true then.... Truckers were stopping in spots like this one for a quick blowjob before going back on the road.

I could sort of understand them now that I knew how it felt to be lonely, far away from any city or any decent woman.

I looked at the hole like I was mesmerized by it, such a forbidden symbol of lust.

I had yet to pull my dick back in my shorts and for a split second, I even considered pushing it through the wall.

Could you imagine? Shoving my cock through the wall? Crazy... But tempting!

Right when I was about to make my move, something obstructed the hole and then poked through.

I audibly gasped.

A huge cock, cut and veiny, had just invaded my space and was outrageously throbbing, probably expecting to be sucked!

I had to move so the threatening bone would not touch my thigh.

It was so damn close! The precum was already dripping on the floor.

The dude on the other side pushed his dick further and I noticed a cock-ring, that was also the first time I was seeing one outside of a porn.

The thing was bright pink, stuck between his balls and the base of his cock.

I was shaking in my cubicle, feeling both silly and excited. It was such a bold move!

How could I politely decline the invitation though? Maybe I should just run away? In the end, I simply blurted out:

"I don't suck cocks."

The guy on the other side chuckled.

"Sure, kiddo."

He had the same kind of tone than Joe. It was not him though.

The stranger may have had the same kind of big white cock, but he was not reaching Joe's level in terms of girth and size, - who could ever?

Besides, he was cut, and Joe certainly did not need a pink cock ring to maintain a firm erection.

I considered explaining that there was a misunderstanding, that I did not know this was a cruising place but it felt too stupid to say this.

The dude removed his dick and my breathing came back to normal.

He had understood the message, he did not insist.

I heard him muffle around and to my surprise, a second later, an open mouth was visible through the wall.

My dick stirred up again.

I looked at it for a few seconds, until the guy got impatient.

"What are you waiting for, dude?"

I was stunned.

"I'm not gay." I replied.

The man laughed even more than before. He was fapping his own cock at the same time, I could hear him.

"Nobody's gay here, pal."

"Really?"

"Listen, I'm married and straight as an arrow. But a man has his needs! Come on, I have kids to go back to. We don't have all day."

A straight man drooling over my cock, sure...

I did say that I would die for a blowjob earlier, and the man had some beautiful full lips. I could even believe that he was a woman if I managed to trick my brain hard enough.

I would have to ignore the hint of silver-fox beard I was seeing though....

But did my brain really need to be tricked?

My cock was certainly responding to the invite, throbbing and remaining hard as a rock.

At this point, and as often in my life, my dickhead was controlling my moves more than my mind ever could, and somehow, my body turned to face the eager mouth wide opened before me.

"I hope you're good at this." I spoke, seconds before receiving my first blowjob by a dude.

I pushed my dick through the wall, feeling some shivers down my spine -- surprising myself to go through with it -, and I immediately entered a warm and wet tunnel.

"I'mfff knowfff whatfff..." My cock was already halfway in. "...I'm fffdoing." The dude mumbled; his mouth full of my meat.

He certainly was not lying!

My new friend went on my cock like it was the best lollipop he ever had in his life!

He bobbed up and down smearing it with a ton of saliva and once it was fully wet, he even pushed himself harder.

For fuck's sake, the whore almost reached the base!

I had to press myself to the wall to make sure that he had a full access to my pole and he managed to swallow it all!

"Hmmm..." I moaned as he was deepthroating me like a pro.

I surely was not expecting that when I stopped there but I was no regretting it. Faggy or not, it was certainly one of the best blowjobs I had ever had.

I started to thrust myself to fuck his face through the wall and almost jizzed when I tapped against his throat.

The gagging sounds alone were sending me places.

"Grrl, grrl, grrrl."

'You're a nasty fucking slut, right?"

"Grrl, grrl, grrll... Right... grrlll, grrll, grrll."

I managed to shove my balls through the wall as well.

"Lick those big nuts, cunt!"

The dude obliged immediately. But he did not just tip toed around it like most girls, he swallowed my entire balls sack and played with my nuts with his mouth while jerking me off with his two hands.

When I told you that he was a pro!

Remember why I had made this little trip? To run away from my polluting gay thoughts over Joe? Well, I guess this was definitely a miss as I thoroughly enjoyed every second of another man playing with my genitals.

I have to say, the stranger was impressive and the adrenaline of doing this taboo thing in a public place, - feeling like I was crossing a line I had never crossed before -, and the whole concept of a glory hole was turning me on a whole lot.

At the very least, that was what I told myself when I had to rationalize my behaviour later on.

The situation in itself was the thing which had made me horny, much more than the man sucking me off.

Either way, I was really trying hard not to cum too quickly to make it last.

The anonymous dude massaged my balls with his hand and went back to sucking my cock. He seemed to be jerking his own dick off furiously.

I really liked how he was using his spit to make my shaft slimer.

"You dick tastes so fucking good, bro." He told me at one point.

"Just keep sucking, bitch." I replied.

I did not mention how proud his comment had made me feel and on the other side of the wall, he could not see the smirk on my face.

It seemed like he loved when I was giving orders so I kept going.

I bet all cocksuckers like that!

Maybe a part of my enjoyment was about my desire to feel powerful again, like I was the man of the situation.

At times, I felt so small, submissive even, next to Joe. However, there, I was the dominant one, the real Alpha Male.

Somehow, in my delusion, it was making this entire thing less gay. Well, at least for me, not for the slutty cocksucker of course.

"Grrl Grrl Grrl."

"Yeah cunt, keep on slurping on this fat college boy's cock."

"Grrl Grll Grrl."

"You like that, eh?"

"Yeah... Grrl... Hmmm... Yeah."

I slammed the stranger's throat for a good five minutes before I could not hold it anymore.

I was about to warn him but I decided against it in the end, it was too exciting to surprise him in the middle of the action.

Be reassured, he did not mind!

I heard him moaning and certainly exploding on his side while I was emptying myself in his throat.

"Swallow it all, until the very last droplet, keep my cock in your mouth until you're all done." I heard me say.

Once again, the stranger happily obliged.

It was a strong ejaculation, I served him a full meal.

"Thanks man." He casually said when I finally pulled my deflating cock back.

I was the one to chuckle this time around.

"Pleasure's all mine."

He left without another word.

The exit was quick but I was glad for it, nobody had time for chit-chatting after the fact.

I waited for a couple of minutes to avoid running into my glory-hole partner outside, that would have been embarrassing.

I promised myself not to feel ashamed though.

It was a one-time thing, an experience to live in your lifetime, that was it.

The guy did not know who I was and I would never see him again. Nothing to be worried about or to wreck my mind around.

I went back to the farm, smelling like sex, but Joe did not seem to notice anything.

We had dinner as per usual, he burped and farted outrageously as per usual, and we ended-up watching an action movie in the living room as per usual.

One of those boring Avengers' one.

I have never understood all the fuss about them.

"Do you know how to play cards?" Joe asked me before going to bed, wearing his wide-opened bathrobe.

"Depends... Which games?"

"Poker?"

"I have tried it with some friends. I know the basics of how it works, I'm not too good at it though."

He smiled.

"Perfect. Exactly what I need. A couple of friends are coming in tomorrow night, we usually play cards, it's very casual. They're good lads."

Joe had friends... That was news to me.

"Oh, cool."

"You'll play with us. I'm sure they'll like you, pal."

He patted my shoulder and almost poked me with his cock, that thing was always dangling around.

"Yeah, sure." I said, trying to look away from his junks. (It was tough, they were very much hard to miss!)

"Good night, Blakey."

"Good night, Joe."

Of course, he did not mention that his buddies were not playing "regular" poker but I guess that I would find out soon enough.

[Next time, a character from another story of mine will be featured in A SUMMER AT THE FARM, can you guess who?!]

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[As_tas]

[Next time, a character from another story of mine will be featured in A SUMMER AT THE FARM, can you guess who?!]

Connor's dad from "From Homophobe to Homo"?

 

[Crzy44skin]

I think it would be hot if Joe suspected or caught Blake about to cheat of Liv with another woman and decides to somehow convince Blake he needs to be put in a chastity cage to keep him faithful to Liv. Blake gets so horny from forced chastity that he is willing to do just about anything Joe wants just to get a small amount of pleasure for himself. Joe takes advantage of the situation to get himself some pleasure too, at Blake's expense of course.

Leo

 

[bartsbasement]

This story is so hot! Excited to find out what will be next

 

[JSF777]

I think it would be hot if Joe suspected or caught Blake about to cheat of Liv with another woman and decides to somehow convince Blake he needs to be put in a chastity cage to keep him faithful to Liv. Blake gets so horny from forced chastity that he is willing to do just about anything Joe wants just to get a small amount of pleasure for himself. Joe takes advantage of the situation to get himself some pleasure too, at Blake's expense of course.

Leo

nah, why would a man be excited to be put in a chastity cage? that's more like a femboy or a power bottom girly boy would do, not a macho man. Next

 

[Crzy44skin]

Who said Blake was excited about chastity? Just the opposite. Blake is NOT happy about it. It's to keep him faithful to Liv and its Joe's ultimatum because Blake has been screwing around town like at the gas station and flirting with other women that Joe knows about. Its more a punishment.

 

[JSF777]

Who said Blake was excited about chastity? Just the opposite. Blake is NOT happy about it. It's to keep him faithful to Liv and its Joe's ultimatum because Blake has been screwing around town like at the gas station and flirting with other women that Joe knows about. Its more a punishment.

"... Blake gets so horny from forced chastity that he is willing to do just about anything Joe wants..."

There

 

[SirBen]

Hey man, very nice story so far ^^ (And i'm sure it will be great as always, like the First Year in... stories)

Also wanted to mention that I found it pretty nice that we get some nice pictures to the names.
They're AI generated, are they?

 

[Thiccerdenasnicker]

Connor's dad from "From Homophobe to Homo"?

that should be it’s own sequel lol

 

[Nomebear]

I have a similar situation going on with a friend's young son who is temporarily staying with me.
He's gorgeous, but unsure of himself, and he's intimidated by me. I suspect that he's thinking I relay every move that he makes back to his mom, which isn't the case.
The clear shower curtain has come in real handy.

 

[azgedaspyfr]

A SUMMER AT THE FARM

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Chapter 6: The Gas Station (Part 2)

I had heard some friends talk about "truck stops" and "cruising places" before, one of Liv's gay friends was apparently a frequent visitor of such places, but it had always seemed like a weird fag fantasy to me.

It was true then.... Truckers were stopping in spots like this one for a quick blowjob before going back on the road.

I could sort of understand them now that I knew how it felt to be lonely, far away from any city or any decent woman.

I looked at the hole like I was mesmerized by it, such a forbidden symbol of lust.

I had yet to pull my dick back in my shorts and for a split second, I even considered pushing it through the wall.

Could you imagine? Shoving my cock through the wall? Crazy... But tempting!

Right when I was about to make my move, something obstructed the hole and then poked through.

I audibly gasped.

A huge cock, cut and veiny, had just invaded my space and was outrageously throbbing, probably expecting to be sucked!

I had to move so the threatening bone would not touch my thigh.

It was so damn close! The precum was already dripping on the floor.

The dude on the other side pushed his dick further and I noticed a cock-ring, that was also the first time I was seeing one outside of a porn.

The thing was bright pink, stuck between his balls and the base of his cock.

I was shaking in my cubicle, feeling both silly and excited. It was such a bold move!

How could I politely decline the invitation though? Maybe I should just run away? In the end, I simply blurted out:

"I don't suck cocks."

The guy on the other side chuckled.

"Sure, kiddo."

He had the same kind of tone than Joe. It was not him though.

The stranger may have had the same kind of big white cock, but he was not reaching Joe's level in terms of girth and size, - who could ever?

Besides, he was cut, and Joe certainly did not need a pink cock ring to maintain a firm erection.

I considered explaining that there was a misunderstanding, that I did not know this was a cruising place but it felt too stupid to say this.

The dude removed his dick and my breathing came back to normal.

He had understood the message, he did not insist.

I heard him muffle around and to my surprise, a second later, an open mouth was visible through the wall.

My dick stirred up again.

I looked at it for a few seconds, until the guy got impatient.

"What are you waiting for, dude?"

I was stunned.

"I'm not gay." I replied.

The man laughed even more than before. He was fapping his own cock at the same time, I could hear him.

"Nobody's gay here, pal."

"Really?"

"Listen, I'm married and straight as an arrow. But a man has his needs! Come on, I have kids to go back to. We don't have all day."

A straight man drooling over my cock, sure...

I did say that I would die for a blowjob earlier, and the man had some beautiful full lips. I could even believe that he was a woman if I managed to trick my brain hard enough.

I would have to ignore the hint of silver-fox beard I was seeing though....

But did my brain really need to be tricked?

My cock was certainly responding to the invite, throbbing and remaining hard as a rock.

At this point, and as often in my life, my dickhead was controlling my moves more than my mind ever could, and somehow, my body turned to face the eager mouth wide opened before me.

"I hope you're good at this." I spoke, seconds before receiving my first blowjob by a dude.

I pushed my dick through the wall, feeling some shivers down my spine -- surprising myself to go through with it -, and I immediately entered a warm and wet tunnel.

"I'mfff knowfff whatfff..." My cock was already halfway in. "...I'm fffdoing." The dude mumbled; his mouth full of my meat.

He certainly was not lying!

My new friend went on my cock like it was the best lollipop he ever had in his life!

He bobbed up and down smearing it with a ton of saliva and once it was fully wet, he even pushed himself harder.

For fuck's sake, the whore almost reached the base!

I had to press myself to the wall to make sure that he had a full access to my pole and he managed to swallow it all!

"Hmmm..." I moaned as he was deepthroating me like a pro.

I surely was not expecting that when I stopped there but I was no regretting it. Faggy or not, it was certainly one of the best blowjobs I had ever had.

I started to thrust myself to fuck his face through the wall and almost jizzed when I tapped against his throat.

The gagging sounds alone were sending me places.

"Grrl, grrl, grrrl."

'You're a nasty fucking slut, right?"

"Grrl, grrl, grrll... Right... grrlll, grrll, grrll."

I managed to shove my balls through the wall as well.

"Lick those big nuts, cunt!"

The dude obliged immediately. But he did not just tip toed around it like most girls, he swallowed my entire balls sack and played with my nuts with his mouth while jerking me off with his two hands.

When I told you that he was a pro!

Remember why I had made this little trip? To run away from my polluting gay thoughts over Joe? Well, I guess this was definitely a miss as I thoroughly enjoyed every second of another man playing with my genitals.

I have to say, the stranger was impressive and the adrenaline of doing this taboo thing in a public place, - feeling like I was crossing a line I had never crossed before -, and the whole concept of a glory hole was turning me on a whole lot.

At the very least, that was what I told myself when I had to rationalize my behaviour later on.

The situation in itself was the thing which had made me horny, much more than the man sucking me off.

Either way, I was really trying hard not to cum too quickly to make it last.

The anonymous dude massaged my balls with his hand and went back to sucking my cock. He seemed to be jerking his own dick off furiously.

I really liked how he was using his spit to make my shaft slimer.

"You dick tastes so fucking good, bro." He told me at one point.

"Just keep sucking, bitch." I replied.

I did not mention how proud his comment had made me feel and on the other side of the wall, he could not see the smirk on my face.

It seemed like he loved when I was giving orders so I kept going.

I bet all cocksuckers like that!

Maybe a part of my enjoyment was about my desire to feel powerful again, like I was the man of the situation.

At times, I felt so small, submissive even, next to Joe. However, there, I was the dominant one, the real Alpha Male.

Somehow, in my delusion, it was making this entire thing less gay. Well, at least for me, not for the slutty cocksucker of course.

"Grrl Grrl Grrl."

"Yeah cunt, keep on slurping on this fat college boy's cock."

"Grrl Grll Grrl."

"You like that, eh?"

"Yeah... Grrl... Hmmm... Yeah."

I slammed the stranger's throat for a good five minutes before I could not hold it anymore.

I was about to warn him but I decided against it in the end, it was too exciting to surprise him in the middle of the action.

Be reassured, he did not mind!

I heard him moaning and certainly exploding on his side while I was emptying myself in his throat.

"Swallow it all, until the very last droplet, keep my cock in your mouth until you're all done." I heard me say.

Once again, the stranger happily obliged.

It was a strong ejaculation, I served him a full meal.

"Thanks man." He casually said when I finally pulled my deflating cock back.

I was the one to chuckle this time around.

"Pleasure's all mine."

He left without another word.

The exit was quick but I was glad for it, nobody had time for chit-chatting after the fact.

I waited for a couple of minutes to avoid running into my glory-hole partner outside, that would have been embarrassing.

I promised myself not to feel ashamed though.

It was a one-time thing, an experience to live in your lifetime, that was it.

The guy did not know who I was and I would never see him again. Nothing to be worried about or to wreck my mind around.

I went back to the farm, smelling like sex, but Joe did not seem to notice anything.

We had dinner as per usual, he burped and farted outrageously as per usual, and we ended-up watching an action movie in the living room as per usual.

One of those boring Avengers' one.

I have never understood all the fuss about them.

"Do you know how to play cards?" Joe asked me before going to bed, wearing his wide-opened bathrobe.

"Depends... Which games?"

"Poker?"

"I have tried it with some friends. I know the basics of how it works, I'm not too good at it though."

He smiled.

"Perfect. Exactly what I need. A couple of friends are coming in tomorrow night, we usually play cards, it's very casual. They're good lads."

Joe had friends... That was news to me.

"Oh, cool."

"You'll play with us. I'm sure they'll like you, pal."

He patted my shoulder and almost poked me with his cock, that thing was always dangling around.

"Yeah, sure." I said, trying to look away from his junks. (It was tough, they were very much hard to miss!)

"Good night, Blakey."

"Good night, Joe."

Of course, he did not mention that his buddies were not playing "regular" poker but I guess that I would find out soon enough.

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A SUMMER AT THE FARM

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Chapter 7: Poker Night (Part 1)

When I went upstairs to wake Joe from his nap the next afternoon, for once, it was not to get ready for more hard work.

We had guests coming over!

Although the upcoming visit did not involve much preparation other than getting chips and cold beers, - "we drink, eat some barbecue, and we play cards, we're not old women having a tea" Joe told me when I asked what needed to be done -, Joe still thought we would be better off if we were not tired from an afternoon of physical labour outside.

Especially since it was a very hot day.

The heatwave had been hitting hard since I had arrived in Utah but that day was the worst of them all. We worked at the barn in the morning and we were drenched with sweat less than two minutes into it.

Seriously, we had to stop before 11 AM, for the sake of our health.

The air was hardly breathable.

Joe was wearing some tiny pair of shorts and farmer boots, - that was it, no socks, no shirt, no underwear... -, and the light grey shorts had turned translucent as soon as we had started working.

No need to mention that Joe's humongous flaccid cock was fully on display, glued to the fabric.

You could see everything, from his thick prominent veins to his bushy pubic hair.

I was distracted all morning!

At some point, I had to screw a large wooden board (no pun intended) against the main entrance of the barn and I needed someone to hold some of the wood for me (again, no pun intended!).

Even doing this together, it was still tricky to find the right way to go at it and I found myself stuck right under Joe's crotch, his drenched cock rubbing all over my face as he was slightly moving to maintain his position.

Sure, the heat was unbearable but damn, the fabric of these shorts was so thin it was as if he was not wearing a thing!

Besides, he was so wet that I could not tell if it was piss or sweat dripping on my face.

Either way, it reeked like manhood!

I wondered if Joe had noticed that he was smacking his slimy and meaty anaconda against my cheeks and forehead as I was struggling to get the work done.

Probably not since he was too busy grunting at me:

"Boy, it's getting hard to hold that big wood for you! What's taking you so long?!"

Shit. It was getting hard indeed, in more ways than one.

We managed to finish this up and without air conditioning inside the farm, we ended-up sweating near a fan in front of the television for most of the afternoon.

I was drinking frozen water in the couch while Joe was lounging in his armchair.

I was wearing some white boxer briefs but Joe had decided that even the slightest underwear was too much to handle that day. He was stark naked, his legs widely spread to "let the air pass through".

The fan was set up right beneath Joe and some of the thick black hair on his ass crack and balls were moving like trees in the wind.

I was not too sure what to expect for the evening to come but frankly, I was happy to have a break from our routine and to have a reason not to think about Joe's large bone.

I was definitely not cured from my unhealthy obsession...

I had gone over the fact that a random dude had blown my dick at a truck stop the day before (I could rationalize it: this was a once in a lifetime experience, I had never actually seen the guy, and I was the top so, technically, I had not done anything gay... right?), but I was really weirded out by how much I was staring - and thinking, and dreaming of, and obsessing over - Joe's impressive genitals.

I imagined that with the guests being here, Joe would finally wear some type of clothing that evening and I could focus my attention elsewhere.

Of course, I had no idea how lewdly things would turn!

Robert, or rather Bob, was the first one to arrive at the farm around 8PM when it was finally starting to feel comfortable outside.

He had brought some meat, some sausages and more booze. We had planned for a barbecue.

I was excited by the prospect of grilling meat and not having to pretend to take some vegetables to go along my steaks. No women there to scold us on the danger of a potential heart attack!

I understood right away why Joe and Bob were friends. They were very alike.

Although he was a bit slimmer and leaner, Bob had the same careless and macho attitude, complaining about his annoying wife as soon as he got to the farm.

"Fucking good to see, Joe!" They hugged each other. "I thought Susan would never let me out of the damn house! Because of the heat, I was stuck inside with the kids all day, fucking hell if I do say so myself!"

His hair and beard were a weird shade between ginger, blond and grey, - they looked pretty dirty -, and he was dressed casually for the occasion.

Just like us, Bob was only wearing a pair of (filthy) sandals, some shorts, and a stained tank top which he took off as soon as he started taking care of the barbecue.

Bob definitely was working out. His V-line was not as clearly defined as mine but still, not so bad for a forty something!

I always appreciate a fellow dude who can pull some weights at the gym.

Joe and him seemed to be long-time friends, Bob was apparently one of our closest neighbours. Still a good 15 minutes car ride though.

"Oh, that's your new boy!" He told Joe when he noticed me standing awkwardly behind him.

I hated the fact that he talked about me without addressing me directly, (I mean, I was right there!), and I was not too sure if I liked being called "Joe's boy".

Rather quickly though, I learned to enjoy Bob's company.

He was pretty harmless and he could even be funny.

"Yeah, that's Liv's boyfriend, Blake. He's been helping me out for about a week. A good lad." Joe told his friend.

I was beaming with pride inside.

I had rarely ever heard Joe complimenting me, or anyone other than his daughter for that matter.

Bob shook my hand firmly. He was sweaty. To be fair, we all were.

"Hi Bob, nice to meet you."

"You're the kid who let his girlfriend fly to Europe for three months? Alone?"

"Guilty..."

"You must be a confident man then... or a stupid one!" Bob burst out laughing. "Good for you for helping our old joe though. He certainly needs a helping hand!"

He winked at Joe and smacked my butt.

I had the instant confirmation that he was basically Joe's twin in terms of recklessness, - and redneckness-, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, Bob was indeed a good distraction.

He was cracking jokes, teasing Joe a little which was nice to be part of, complaining about his "damn kids" as he was preparing some hot dogs, and he almost constantly had a smile or a grin on his face.

He was more light-hearted than Joe and the man could certainly take a drink (or a few) without flinching, he was already at his third beer when the second guest arrived.

The atmosphere shifted a little when Dave joined us.

He looked a little older, maybe due to his more furnished silver fox beard, and more generally, he seemed more aggressive and, I hate to say it, a bit scary.

Physically, he was very similar to Joe.

Dave was tall, broad, very muscular, rough on the edges, a hint of an ex-bodybuilder within him although, he was showing more of a dad body and he had the large stomach of a guy drinking a little too much beers.

His belly was coming through the bottom of his tank top. He did not seem to care one bit though.

"Hello, pussies." He said, getting out of his van.

That pretty much set the tone for the entire evening.

"Hey Dave, how was the ride?"

He was living a little further away, on the other side of the main hill of the county, closer to the little town I had visited the day before.

"Pretty damn long and I'm wondering why I haven't a beer in my hand yet!"

"Blake!" Joe barked at me. "Bring our fine guest a fresh beer!"

I felt so submissive hurrying up to the fridge to get it but what else was I supposed to do? Say no to Joe? In front of his friends? Come on...

"Thanks, Pal. You're a good boy." Dave told me when I handed the drink to him.

"Good boy", those guys were freaking me out with the way they were talking to me like I was their kid or their dog even.

I was a man for fuck's sake, just like them!

Why did I feel so powerful with my mates on the football's field or on the campus and so small there?

Well, I guess that I did look like a boy next to those three buff older guys...

Overall, the barbecue was a good time. The temperature outside was nice, finally, the vibe was chill.

We were talking football, hot chicks, and nice cars.

"How's your son doing by the way? He's a mechanic, right?" Joe asked Dave.

"Don't talk to me about this piece of shit. Haven't seen him since I moved down here. Nearly a year now. Ungrateful brat." Dave grunted.

"Wait, wasn't he there when I passed by your farm a couple months ago?" Bob seemed to remember.

"No, that was not Connor that you saw. It was Cody. He's been workin' for me since forever, he tagged along when I moved here. Cody's a good kid, way more appreciative of what I do for him than my own freakin' son."

"Oh, yeah, Cody's great." Joe approved. "A very hard worker and a very dedicated boy."

A large smile had grown on his face.

"Where did you live before?" I asked Dave to take a more active part in the conversation.

"On the East Coast, I was running my old pa's farm in the countryside. But even far away from the cities, I could not handle the libs mentality there. Too many faggies and anti-gun morons." He spat on the ground. "I'll tell you what, my Connor changed as soon as he moved to New-York, never been the same since then."

"Yeah... City mentality sucks sometimes." I approved.

I could tell that I had scored a point with Dave who served me another hot dog.

I was eating, and drinking, way too much.

We only got back inside around 11 PM to play some cards. Joe had briefly explained this was a tradition to play poker with the guys every time they would visit.

"Guys, I won't gamble any money, Susan would kill me, she's already cut me off." Bob explained immediately.

"Come on, you're a boss or a bitch to your wife? Man up!" Dave mocked him.

"Find yourself a woman and we'll see how you do!"

I thought they were about to actually fight but they did not. They sat around the table dissing each other for a few minutes.

That made me laugh.

"That's no fun if there's no stake in this." Joe commented.

"No money doesn't mean no stake. We could bet on other stuff than money." Bob suggested, probably to redeem himself.

"What're you thinkin'? Betting your wife? I could probably help Susan relax a little! Let's put her big juicy ass on the table!" Dave exclaimed.

"Don't push it, man." Joe intervened.

It was fun seeing the two macho dudes bickering but if that were to turn into an actual fight, we would all be in deep shit.

"Oh no, that's fine." Bob replied. "At this point, I'd take anything that'd put wifey back in the mood. Even freaking Davey here! The woman must be frozen inside, she won't open it up. I've tried everything."

"You've tried roleplaying?"

"Yeah... Everything! I mean... I even read the stupid magazines on how to rekindle the flame. Bullshit. She won't even let me massage her. A man has his freaking needs."

"That's for damn sure."

"Have you tried looking around... Elsewhere?" Joe asked, a sparkle in his eyes.

Bob did not reply but he had a smirk on his face which was saying it all.

[Chapter 7 continues below]

 

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A SUMMER AT THE FARM

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Chapter 7: Poker Night (Part 2)

I wondered where else he was getting off considering the very small pool of available women in the region.

Maybe he could give me some tips on hooking up with the MILFs at the store. Then I thought, maybe I had already run into his wife. Could you imagine if I had fucked her?

"So, what do we do with this cards' game, any suggestion kiddo?"

I was surprised that Dave asked for my input, just like I was belonging to the group.

"I don't know, I'm not that good at poker but I'm up for anything."

"I'm sure you're a quick learner." Dave winked at me and tapped my thigh.

"Why don't we go old school?" Joe proposed.

"What do you mean?"

"A good old strip poker! The loser takes off his clothes; winner keeps them on!"

The other guys chuckled.

"We already know Blake here is up for anything but, come on, we've seen enough of your cock when it hangs out from your shorts, Joe, don't you think?" Bob replied.

"You're chickening out my friend? Afraid of showing your little wiener to the rest of us?" Dave had immediately jumped on board with the idea.

"I ain't afraid of shit, man."

The alcohol was not helping me thinking clearly although I could definitely tell we were walking into a dangerous territory.

I sank into my seat a little.

It was too late though; everyone had already agreed to take part to the "strip poker" and I could not be the buzz kill.

I had done strip poker a few times on campus, but only when there were hot babes involved.

There was definitely no pussy to uncover in that damn over-heated kitchen.

It had already been decided though. Dave and Joe moved the table so we would sit on four chairs in a sort of a circle and it was game on!

Joe was on my right, Dave on my left, and Bob was facing me -- his smile still glued on his face.

I had never been self-conscious about my body so I was not too worried about showing off, even in front of these guys, but I did feel a distinct tickling in my stomach thinking about Joe undressing in front of three other dudes.

I found myself with a loosie game from the start, having only a couple of pairs to show for.

I folded but it worked in my favour since over-confident Dave thought he had it and he was beat to the punch by Joe.

He lost his tank-top and slapped his beer belly. Full dad's body indeed.

"Wait, let's go back to the rules, here. You guys are not wearing anything more than I am, right? I only have those shorts, sandals and underwear left." He noted.

"Same." Bob and I replied.

"I don't even have any underwear on." Joe pointed out, grabbing his prominent bulge. "I don't mind the game being unfair, I never lose at poker anyway."

The second round proved him wrong immediately and joe threw his sandals in the air, letting us see... and smell his two gigantic bare feet.

I swallowed my saliva and I tried to relax.

The worst thing that could have happened to me was to get hard in this situation. Or at the very least, that was what I imagined as the "worst possible outcome" back then. As it turned out, I was very naïve...

I have to admit though, a part of me did want Joe to end-up naked.

I wanted to see how two other dudes would react to seeing my future in-law abnormally massive dong, hanging low in full display.

I needed to have some sort of confirmation that I was not insane for obsessing over it! They would probably gasp and stare at it, just like me.

The game continued and things were going pretty well for me.

Dave lost and he found himself bare foot as well and then Bob lost two times in a row, he took his tank top which he had barely worn anyway, and his shoes off.

I was the only one who had not lost a single round yet while the three of them were only in their shorts.

Beginner's luck, I guess!

We had moved on to drink some shots and things were getting looser and more outrageous by the minute.

The jokes had gone full-on dirty, the burps and slaps on each other asses were becoming the main way of communication, and Joe was shamelessly scratching his balls under his shorts making no secret of how much he was packing.

I could swear that he was even getting hard!

I was mostly a spectator of these three horny and goofy middle-aged men horsing around even though I was also taking part, receiving a few spanks here and there and being the butt of a few of their jokes, often revolving around my big full lips or my bubble ass.

I was way too drunk to care anyway.

Miraculously, I kept on winning and on the next round, Bob lost his shorts and found himself in tight and light blue boxer briefs.

Those were quite revealing and not at all what I was expecting from a married farmer with three kids.

His bulge was looking big, and to be honest, a little weird, like there was a weird bump in his briefs or something.

Fuck. Why was I looking at this?!

I forced myself to ignore the multiple elephants in the room.

On the next round, I lost for the first time. It was bound to happen so I took it well. Even if I lost my top, I still had my shorts, shoes and Calvin Kleins briefs to hold on to.

Dave who had been very hands-on with me throughout the entire evening helped me out of my sticky, sweaty, almost-glued-to-my-chest, singlet.

"There you go, boy, looks like your lucky strike has finally passed!" He said as he was practically groping my pecs.

He brushed over my nipples multiple times and I did my best not to lose my mind over it.

Things were getting blurry. The heat. The way-too-many drinks. The farmers semi-naked around me. Joe's crotch was now clearly stirring up on my right, turning his shorts into a tent.

We threw my wet tank-top on the floor and we kept playing.

One way or another, we would be determining a loser soon enough, both Bob and Joe (who was going commando, remember) had only one more item to lose.

On the next round, it was Dave who got unlucky and he had to lose his shorts.

I was shocked when he stood up and revealed a pair of grey jockstraps which were letting his big fat ass hang loose.

I remembered the leather pair of jockstraps I had stumbled onto in Joe's drawer.

Did these macho guys really wear those on the daily? I really did not know much about the countryside.

"Nice package and nice hairy ass you've got there!" Joe exclaimed, living for this, he even smacked his pal's bare ass.

Dave turned towards us and slapped his own ass again, making it giggle.

He was laughing his ass off. Literally.

"This, my friends, is the best purchase I've ever made. You've got to let your skin breathe during the heatwave."

"Sexy too!" Joe teased him.

"I just rather have a pouch holding everything in rather than going commando and having my junks swinging around all day." He showed us and grabbed his (quite filled) pouch to make his point.

"You do you, mate!" Bob applauded.

"I guess I just prefer my cock and balls swinging around freely!" Joe replied.

They all chuckled and I joined them.

Those guys were just a version of my teammates and I after practice, only twenty years older.

Men being men, you know. We were having fun.

The game continued.

I do not have a perfect recollection of the next round which started only once we had all taken a few more shots but I know exactly who lost because everything escalated immediately afterwards.

Bob became red as a tomato when he realized that he was about to lose the last piece of clothing he had on and that he was meant to get naked in front of three other dudes, staring at him.

"Fuck, guys! That idea was stupid from the beginning!" He complained. "All because of freaking Susan and her fear of gambling!"

"Don't be a sore loser, bobby, we all agreed to this, ain't that right, Blake?"

"Yes, sure! Let's go!" I concurred.

I was so happy not to be the one in his position.

Besides, I was admittedly curious about what type of tools he was hiding in his underwear.
Bob stood up and was holding the straps of his blue briefs, ready to pull them down.

"You're enjoying this, eh? You're having a good time?" He teased us.

"Sure, we do!"

"Strip, strip, strip!"

Dave and Joe cheered.

"Ok, ok... But if everyone is having so much fun, let's level up the stakes!"

"Eh, we don't change rules in the middle of a game!" Joe pointed out, his hand constantly fondling the inside of his shorts.

"Let's hear him out." Dave suggested.

Bob smiled. We were seeing the top of his dick now... And wait... Was that a pink thingy? My mind started reeling.

I could not see well.... All those shots...

"I've lost, I'm a man of my word, I'll get naked. But let's not make this the last step of the game."

"What are you proposing exactly?"

"Once I'm naked, we keep playing. If I lose, you get to decide on a pledge I'll have to perform, nothing too crazy, just so that losing or winning really matters here. If I win the next round, the game continues. In the end, it's the first naked person who loses a round who has to take the pledge. Understood?"

"We're no dummies and this is not rocketing science... What do you think guys?" Joe asked Dave and I.

"I think Bobby here is giving us the perfect opportunity to find a way to humiliate him in the next round. We'd be stupid not take it." Dave replied with a devilish smile.

"Winner takes it all. I do like the spirit. What do you think, Blakey? This has to be a unanimous decision since it changes the game we've already been playin', although you seem pretty safe right now."

I was.

I would have to lose three rounds to be in trouble and get naked, and a fourth one to really be in trouble and having to take the pledge. That seemed very unlikely.

"I'm in guys!"

"Nice! We like boys who do not chicken out from a challenge!" Dave exclaimed, grabbing my torso once again.

"It's a deal then." Bob confirmed, finally sliding down his briefs and revealing his meaty junks to us.

Joe and Dave may have been laughing and cheering their friend up but from this point on, I was dying inside.

Not only Bob showed us his girthy flaccid cock, but he exposed a very distinctive and recognizable bright pink cock-ring surrounding the entire base of his dick.

Yes. It was the exact same cock-ring that I had seen going through a glory-hole the day before!

Of all the married men in the world, freaking Bob, the best friend of my potential future father-in-law, had to be the one who had sucked me off in a restroom!

And now, I was taking part in the lewdest strip-poker game of my life with the two of them, and another dude who could not keep his hands off me.

FUCK!

[To be continued]

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So exciting story.

 

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Blake is a young man isolated in a setting where ther few available women.

A SUMMER AT THE FARM

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Chapter 7: Poker Night (Part 2)

I wondered where else he was getting off considering the very small pool of available women in the region.

Maybe he could give me some tips on hooking up with the MILFs at the store. Then I thought, maybe I had already run into his wife. Could you imagine if I had fucked her?

"So, what do we do with this cards' game, any suggestion kiddo?"

I was surprised that Dave asked for my input, just like I was belonging to the group.

"I don't know, I'm not that good at poker but I'm up for anything."

"I'm sure you're a quick learner." Dave winked at me and tapped my thigh.

"Why don't we go old school?" Joe proposed.

"What do you mean?"

"A good old strip poker! The loser takes off his clothes; winner keeps them on!"

The other guys chuckled.

"We already know Blake here is up for anything but, come on, we've seen enough of your cock when it hangs out from your shorts, Joe, don't you think?" Bob replied.

"You're chickening out my friend? Afraid of showing your little wiener to the rest of us?" Dave had immediately jumped on board with the idea.

"I ain't afraid of shit, man."

The alcohol was not helping me thinking clearly although I could definitely tell we were walking into a dangerous territory.

I sank into my seat a little.

It was too late though; everyone had already agreed to take part to the "strip poker" and I could not be the buzz kill.

I had done strip poker a few times on campus, but only when there were hot babes involved.

There was definitely no pussy to uncover in that damn over-heated kitchen.

It had already been decided though. Dave and Joe moved the table so we would sit on four chairs in a sort of a circle and it was game on!

Joe was on my right, Dave on my left, and Bob was facing me -- his smile still glued on his face.

I had never been self-conscious about my body so I was not too worried about showing off, even in front of these guys, but I did feel a distinct tickling in my stomach thinking about Joe undressing in front of three other dudes.

I found myself with a loosie game from the start, having only a couple of pairs to show for.

I folded but it worked in my favour since over-confident Dave thought he had it and he was beat to the punch by Joe.

He lost his tank-top and slapped his beer belly. Full dad's body indeed.

"Wait, let's go back to the rules, here. You guys are not wearing anything more than I am, right? I only have those shorts, sandals and underwear left." He noted.

"Same." Bob and I replied.

"I don't even have any underwear on." Joe pointed out, grabbing his prominent bulge. "I don't mind the game being unfair, I never lose at poker anyway."

The second round proved him wrong immediately and joe threw his sandals in the air, letting us see... and smell his two gigantic bare feet.

I swallowed my saliva and I tried to relax.

The worst thing that could have happened to me was to get hard in this situation. Or at the very least, that was what I imagined as the "worst possible outcome" back then. As it turned out, I was very naïve...

I have to admit though, a part of me did want Joe to end-up naked.

I wanted to see how two other dudes would react to seeing my future in-law abnormally massive dong, hanging low in full display.

I needed to have some sort of confirmation that I was not insane for obsessing over it! They would probably gasp and stare at it, just like me.

The game continued and things were going pretty well for me.

Dave lost and he found himself bare foot as well and then Bob lost two times in a row, he took his tank top which he had barely worn anyway, and his shoes off.

I was the only one who had not lost a single round yet while the three of them were only in their shorts.

Beginner's luck, I guess!

We had moved on to drink some shots and things were getting looser and more outrageous by the minute.

The jokes had gone full-on dirty, the burps and slaps on each other asses were becoming the main way of communication, and Joe was shamelessly scratching his balls under his shorts making no secret of how much he was packing.

I could swear that he was even getting hard!

I was mostly a spectator of these three horny and goofy middle-aged men horsing around even though I was also taking part, receiving a few spanks here and there and being the butt of a few of their jokes, often revolving around my big full lips or my bubble ass.

I was way too drunk to care anyway.

Miraculously, I kept on winning and on the next round, Bob lost his shorts and found himself in tight and light blue boxer briefs.

Those were quite revealing and not at all what I was expecting from a married farmer with three kids.

His bulge was looking big, and to be honest, a little weird, like there was a weird bump in his briefs or something.

Fuck. Why was I looking at this?!

I forced myself to ignore the multiple elephants in the room.

On the next round, I lost for the first time. It was bound to happen so I took it well. Even if I lost my top, I still had my shorts, shoes and Calvin Kleins briefs to hold on to.

Dave who had been very hands-on with me throughout the entire evening helped me out of my sticky, sweaty, almost-glued-to-my-chest, singlet.

"There you go, boy, looks like your lucky strike has finally passed!" He said as he was practically groping my pecs.

He brushed over my nipples multiple times and I did my best not to lose my mind over it.

Things were getting blurry. The heat. The way-too-many drinks. The farmers semi-naked around me. Joe's crotch was now clearly stirring up on my right, turning his shorts into a tent.

We threw my wet tank-top on the floor and we kept playing.

One way or another, we would be determining a loser soon enough, both Bob and Joe (who was going commando, remember) had only one more item to lose.

On the next round, it was Dave who got unlucky and he had to lose his shorts.

I was shocked when he stood up and revealed a pair of grey jockstraps which were letting his big fat ass hang loose.

I remembered the leather pair of jockstraps I had stumbled onto in Joe's drawer.

Did these macho guys really wear those on the daily? I really did not know much about the countryside.

"Nice package and nice hairy ass you've got there!" Joe exclaimed, living for this, he even smacked his pal's bare ass.

Dave turned towards us and slapped his own ass again, making it giggle.

He was laughing his ass off. Literally.

"This, my friends, is the best purchase I've ever made. You've got to let your skin breathe during the heatwave."

"Sexy too!" Joe teased him.

"I just rather have a pouch holding everything in rather than going commando and having my junks swinging around all day." He showed us and grabbed his (quite filled) pouch to make his point.

"You do you, mate!" Bob applauded.

"I guess I just prefer my cock and balls swinging around freely!" Joe replied.

They all chuckled and I joined them.

Those guys were just a version of my teammates and I after practice, only twenty years older.

Men being men, you know. We were having fun.

The game continued.

I do not have a perfect recollection of the next round which started only once we had all taken a few more shots but I know exactly who lost because everything escalated immediately afterwards.

Bob became red as a tomato when he realized that he was about to lose the last piece of clothing he had on and that he was meant to get naked in front of three other dudes, staring at him.

"Fuck, guys! That idea was stupid from the beginning!" He complained. "All because of freaking Susan and her fear of gambling!"

"Don't be a sore loser, bobby, we all agreed to this, ain't that right, Blake?"

"Yes, sure! Let's go!" I concurred.

I was so happy not to be the one in his position.

Besides, I was admittedly curious about what type of tools he was hiding in his underwear.
Bob stood up and was holding the straps of his blue briefs, ready to pull them down.

"You're enjoying this, eh? You're having a good time?" He teased us.

"Sure, we do!"

"Strip, strip, strip!"

Dave and Joe cheered.

"Ok, ok... But if everyone is having so much fun, let's level up the stakes!"

"Eh, we don't change rules in the middle of a game!" Joe pointed out, his hand constantly fondling the inside of his shorts.

"Let's hear him out." Dave suggested.

Bob smiled. We were seeing the top of his dick now... And wait... Was that a pink thingy? My mind started reeling.

I could not see well.... All those shots...

"I've lost, I'm a man of my word, I'll get naked. But let's not make this the last step of the game."

"What are you proposing exactly?"

"Once I'm naked, we keep playing. If I lose, you get to decide on a pledge I'll have to perform, nothing too crazy, just so that losing or winning really matters here. If I win the next round, the game continues. In the end, it's the first naked person who loses a round who has to take the pledge. Understood?"

"We're no dummies and this is not rocketing science... What do you think guys?" Joe asked Dave and I.

"I think Bobby here is giving us the perfect opportunity to find a way to humiliate him in the next round. We'd be stupid not take it." Dave replied with a devilish smile.

"Winner takes it all. I do like the spirit. What do you think, Blakey? This has to be a unanimous decision since it changes the game we've already been playin', although you seem pretty safe right now."

I was.

I would have to lose three rounds to be in trouble and get naked, and a fourth one to really be in trouble and having to take the pledge. That seemed very unlikely.

"I'm in guys!"

"Nice! We like boys who do not chicken out from a challenge!" Dave exclaimed, grabbing my torso once again.

"It's a deal then." Bob confirmed, finally sliding down his briefs and revealing his meaty junks to us.

Joe and Dave may have been laughing and cheering their friend up but from this point on, I was dying inside.

Not only Bob showed us his girthy flaccid cock, but he exposed a very distinctive and recognizable bright pink cock-ring surrounding the entire base of his dick.

Yes. It was the exact same cock-ring that I had seen going through a glory-hole the day before!

Of all the married men in the world, freaking Bob, the best friend of my potential future father-in-law, had to be the one who had sucked me off in a restroom!

And now, I was taking part in the lewdest strip-poker game of my life with the two of them, and another dude who could not keep his hands off me.

FUCK!

[To be continued]

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Should Blake's luck take a turn placing him naked in front of Bob, is it possible that Bob might recognize the dick he was devouring through the glory hole the day before?