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A Summer at the Farm (Erotic story)
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Being raised on farms and ranches, there are things men do in isolation that wouldn't happen in a close knit community. This saga brings back memories, but I never experienced anything quiet like the goings on in this story. Maybe I didn't put it out there like Joe. Ah! One could only hope and dream.
A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 11: Through the Wall (Part 1)
"The work at the farm is not too hard? With the heatwave going on? I check the weather in Utah sometimes and I think about you."
I was on face-time with Liv.
She had just come back from work and for once, she was not going out that night so we had some time to chat.
It was 3 PM in Utah meaning that Joe was napping upstairs.
"It's okay. You were right, I think I like it, working outside, being away from the city. I did fall from a chair like a dumbass a couple days ago but I'm already feeling better."
She laughed.
"How did you manage to fall from a damn chair?"
"I was standing on it! I was trying to fix a lamp..."
She rolled her eyes playfully.
She was wearing a nice cleavage.
I was not a fan that she would wear such revealing clothes at her internship but I did enjoy what she was showing to the camera. I did miss sucking on those big titties.
"And how is it going with my dad? He seemed very happy with you when we talked last time."
"It's going great. Not gonna lie, it was weird at first when he was displaying his massive cock all the damn time. You would not believe it... When stiffed, Joe sports a twelve inches monster between his legs! I had never seen anything like it, Guinness World Records' type of schlong! But after a couple days, I got used to it and now, to be honest, I'm totally obsessed with his meaty veiny cock.
Yes, I think about it pretty much 24/7. So much in fact that I want to put it my mouth and suck it dry... or wet. Things are getting a little steamy since we've started jerking-off together, but I'll tell you what, we're so close now that I even rimmed your father and his friends during a poker night game. Crazy, eh?"
Psych!
Obviously, I did not say any of that to Liv.
Instead, I searched for my words for so long that she became suspicious.
Olivia was a million years away from imagining anything sexual of course, but she caught that I was not telling her the full truth.
"What, Blake? Is there something wrong at the farm? He's difficult with you, that's it?"
"No, nothing's wrong. Your dad is very cool with me actually."
"You're sure? Look, I know him and how he can be... If he's too harsh with you, too blunt or simply too rough, I can talk with him. Sometimes he does not get how to be polite or simply decent with people around him."
I thought that "rough" was an interesting choice of words in our case.
"I cannot say that he's very polite; I'll grant you that. But I don't mind it. In fact, I like it. He's direct, there's no bullshit. No, I promise, things are going well."
She seemed relieved.
"Ok, then."
For the last couple of days, our calls had gotten shorter. We were quickly running out of things to talk about.
It was strange because when we were living together and going to the same college, we always found things to discuss or argue about.
Aside from the sex, casually chatting and joking with Liv was my favourite thing to do with her. Even when we argued, the make-up sex was amazing.
Yet, when we should have had a lot to talk about in theory since we were experiencing completely different lives, we came out short.
I knew why, personally, I was not sharing much. I could not speak about most of the things (mostly big hard cocks and hairy manly asses) which were going through my mind at the time.
But why was she so closed-off? I barely knew anything about Olivia's new friends or her life in Europe.
We hung-up the phone awkwardly, telling each other "I love you".
I think that I meant it.
We had been separated for nearly three weeks and we had managed the distance pretty well up to that point, but now, I could feel a ledge slowly growing between us.
To be fair though, I was so preoccupied with figuring out what was going on with my libido that I did not have much brain space to think about Olivia. I had no energy to be jealous about what might happen during her trip anymore.
As the days went by, I was coming to terms with the fact that I was somehow attracted to her freaking father.
I know... Of all people on that damn planet!
Still, it felt very silly and surreal to formulate those thoughts but they were definitely there.
I went upstairs to wake Joe from his nap after the call.
He was sleeping on his stomach and I could not tell if he was hard.
I felt "too bad" that I would not be able to stare at his cock, before correcting my own thoughts: "Blake, what the fuck is wrong with you?!".
The constant battle between attraction and shame was exhausting.
I looked at his hairy back and bum. It was a nice consolation.
I could bury my face in that ass crack. I really could. I had already done it actually, but I was drunk, not able to fully enjoy and remember the moment. I should definitely do that again.
"Joe?"
He did not react.
I walked closer to his sleeping body. He was snoring softly, his muscular back going up and down at a very slow rhythm.
I touched his shoulder. Even there, he was hairy.
"Joe? Time to wake up."
"Hmmmf..."
He turned around. My fingers brushed through his armpits.
"Joe... It's past 3."
He yawned but kept his eyes shut.
I glanced at his cock. It was flaccid this time around, resting on his right thigh, maybe the beginning of a semi. It was always difficult to tell with Joe.
He was both a shower and a grower and his soft dong looked massive.
There was something else that I had already noticed before.
Even when he was not hard, Joe often had some droplets of precum stuck in his pubic hair or dripping from his wet cockhead, hidden behind his prominent foreskin.
The farmer was constantly leaking.
"I'm awake." He grunted.
That made me jump. He seemed tense.
Should I propose a quick hand job to relax him before we go back to work? I wondered. I kind of wanted to and I could use the excuse of rendering the favour, that was his own reasoning.
I was about to suggest it when Joe straightened-up. He fondled with his cock a bit, scratched his balls, and coughed.
"What you're waiting for, then? Let's go. We have loads to do today." He barked at me.
I came back to Earth.
Joe slid into his usual pair of tiny shorts, too small for his fat ass and too narrow to contain his large cock, and we went on with the work.
I started to consider that I may have been reading the signs all wrong.
Joe was not overthinking any of what we were doing. He was just horsing around with me, as if I were one of his mates. He was certainly not obsessing about my whereabouts like I was with him.
Probably, he did not give a single fuck about me... That thought hurt me a little.
Yet, at times, I caught him looking at me, at my bum more specifically.
And for fuck's sake, he had been the one grabbing and stroking my cock the other day, and the one downright requesting a reciprocal hand job afterwards! I was not crazy! He was into me!
Right?
It was as if Joe was giving me enough to keep me entertained but was backing off as soon as things were about to get real serious. Just like when he had nutted right before I had a chance to swallow his cock.
He was hot and then he was cold.
As for me, I was just hot.
All the time. And it had nothing to do with the current heatwave.
At this point, I could no longer lie to myself and pretend like I did not want to taste his fat cock. Not that I considered myself gay or bisexual but I had an increasing urge to feel what it was like.
Just once, to suck a big meaty dick. You know, not to die ignorant!
I was not even sure I could fit Joe's tool in my mouth, that bone was so girthy but I was damn certain that I wanted to try.
At night, I was trying things out with my fingers. Licking and sucking them off. Trying not to use my teeth.
I got really into blowjobs' porn, studying the girls' technique on the straight performers' massive rods.
I felt ashamed afterwards, once I had nutted all over my stomach, but the guilt did not last long enough to prevent me from doing it again the following night, and then again, the night after that...
When I tried to fit a can of coke in my mouth, - the closest thing I could find to Joe's cock -, I had a moment of self-awareness.
What the fuck was I turning into?
It did not stop me though. I sucked on my toothbrush, the back of the hammer in the barn, a bottle of massage oil, and of course, bananas.
Can you imagine what would have happened if Joe had caught me deepthroating one of his bananas in the kitchen? Maybe he would have thrown the fruit in the trash and replaced it with his engorged cock to punish me.
He would have had pounded me so hard.
The thought made my cock react...
Good Lord... I was really in deep shit.
And you know what? To my surprise, I was sort of natural at it. Sucking, I mean.
I had seen many girls struggling to fit my hard stick in their mouth, even after many attempts, while I could easily swallow a decent-sized banana without choking myself, only leaving a nice rope of saliva hanging.
But this fantasy of deepthroating Joe was simply out of the realm of the possibilities.
I would never compromise myself this way, especially not with my girlfriend's father (I mean, what the fuck was I even thinking?!), and Joe would not let me anyway.
Jerking off, horsing around, taking bets or pledges, that was one thing, but sucking off another dude, that was just gay shit.
Unconceivable.
Everyone knew that and, this was probably the reason why when Bob had blown my own cock -- twice -, this had happened in secret and not in the context of a silly party challenge.
[Chapter 11 continues below]
Chapter 11: Through the Wall (Part 1)
"The work at the farm is not too hard? With the heatwave going on? I check the weather in Utah sometimes and I think about you."
I was on face-time with Liv.
She had just come back from work and for once, she was not going out that night so we had some time to chat.
It was 3 PM in Utah meaning that Joe was napping upstairs.
"It's okay. You were right, I think I like it, working outside, being away from the city. I did fall from a chair like a dumbass a couple days ago but I'm already feeling better."
She laughed.
"How did you manage to fall from a damn chair?"
"I was standing on it! I was trying to fix a lamp..."
She rolled her eyes playfully.
She was wearing a nice cleavage.
I was not a fan that she would wear such revealing clothes at her internship but I did enjoy what she was showing to the camera. I did miss sucking on those big titties.
"And how is it going with my dad? He seemed very happy with you when we talked last time."
"It's going great. Not gonna lie, it was weird at first when he was displaying his massive cock all the damn time. You would not believe it... When stiffed, Joe sports a twelve inches monster between his legs! I had never seen anything like it, Guinness World Records' type of schlong! But after a couple days, I got used to it and now, to be honest, I'm totally obsessed with his meaty veiny cock.
Yes, I think about it pretty much 24/7. So much in fact that I want to put it my mouth and suck it dry... or wet. Things are getting a little steamy since we've started jerking-off together, but I'll tell you what, we're so close now that I even rimmed your father and his friends during a poker night game. Crazy, eh?"
Psych!
Obviously, I did not say any of that to Liv.
Instead, I searched for my words for so long that she became suspicious.
Olivia was a million years away from imagining anything sexual of course, but she caught that I was not telling her the full truth.
"What, Blake? Is there something wrong at the farm? He's difficult with you, that's it?"
"No, nothing's wrong. Your dad is very cool with me actually."
"You're sure? Look, I know him and how he can be... If he's too harsh with you, too blunt or simply too rough, I can talk with him. Sometimes he does not get how to be polite or simply decent with people around him."
I thought that "rough" was an interesting choice of words in our case.
"I cannot say that he's very polite; I'll grant you that. But I don't mind it. In fact, I like it. He's direct, there's no bullshit. No, I promise, things are going well."
She seemed relieved.
"Ok, then."
For the last couple of days, our calls had gotten shorter. We were quickly running out of things to talk about.
It was strange because when we were living together and going to the same college, we always found things to discuss or argue about.
Aside from the sex, casually chatting and joking with Liv was my favourite thing to do with her. Even when we argued, the make-up sex was amazing.
Yet, when we should have had a lot to talk about in theory since we were experiencing completely different lives, we came out short.
I knew why, personally, I was not sharing much. I could not speak about most of the things (mostly big hard cocks and hairy manly asses) which were going through my mind at the time.
But why was she so closed-off? I barely knew anything about Olivia's new friends or her life in Europe.
We hung-up the phone awkwardly, telling each other "I love you".
I think that I meant it.
We had been separated for nearly three weeks and we had managed the distance pretty well up to that point, but now, I could feel a ledge slowly growing between us.
To be fair though, I was so preoccupied with figuring out what was going on with my libido that I did not have much brain space to think about Olivia. I had no energy to be jealous about what might happen during her trip anymore.
As the days went by, I was coming to terms with the fact that I was somehow attracted to her freaking father.
I know... Of all people on that damn planet!
Still, it felt very silly and surreal to formulate those thoughts but they were definitely there.
I went upstairs to wake Joe from his nap after the call.
He was sleeping on his stomach and I could not tell if he was hard.
I felt "too bad" that I would not be able to stare at his cock, before correcting my own thoughts: "Blake, what the fuck is wrong with you?!".
The constant battle between attraction and shame was exhausting.
I looked at his hairy back and bum. It was a nice consolation.
I could bury my face in that ass crack. I really could. I had already done it actually, but I was drunk, not able to fully enjoy and remember the moment. I should definitely do that again.
"Joe?"
He did not react.
I walked closer to his sleeping body. He was snoring softly, his muscular back going up and down at a very slow rhythm.
I touched his shoulder. Even there, he was hairy.
"Joe? Time to wake up."
"Hmmmf..."
He turned around. My fingers brushed through his armpits.
"Joe... It's past 3."
He yawned but kept his eyes shut.
I glanced at his cock. It was flaccid this time around, resting on his right thigh, maybe the beginning of a semi. It was always difficult to tell with Joe.
He was both a shower and a grower and his soft dong looked massive.
There was something else that I had already noticed before.
Even when he was not hard, Joe often had some droplets of precum stuck in his pubic hair or dripping from his wet cockhead, hidden behind his prominent foreskin.
The farmer was constantly leaking.
"I'm awake." He grunted.
That made me jump. He seemed tense.
Should I propose a quick hand job to relax him before we go back to work? I wondered. I kind of wanted to and I could use the excuse of rendering the favour, that was his own reasoning.
I was about to suggest it when Joe straightened-up. He fondled with his cock a bit, scratched his balls, and coughed.
"What you're waiting for, then? Let's go. We have loads to do today." He barked at me.
I came back to Earth.
Joe slid into his usual pair of tiny shorts, too small for his fat ass and too narrow to contain his large cock, and we went on with the work.
I started to consider that I may have been reading the signs all wrong.
Joe was not overthinking any of what we were doing. He was just horsing around with me, as if I were one of his mates. He was certainly not obsessing about my whereabouts like I was with him.
Probably, he did not give a single fuck about me... That thought hurt me a little.
Yet, at times, I caught him looking at me, at my bum more specifically.
And for fuck's sake, he had been the one grabbing and stroking my cock the other day, and the one downright requesting a reciprocal hand job afterwards! I was not crazy! He was into me!
Right?
It was as if Joe was giving me enough to keep me entertained but was backing off as soon as things were about to get real serious. Just like when he had nutted right before I had a chance to swallow his cock.
He was hot and then he was cold.
As for me, I was just hot.
All the time. And it had nothing to do with the current heatwave.
At this point, I could no longer lie to myself and pretend like I did not want to taste his fat cock. Not that I considered myself gay or bisexual but I had an increasing urge to feel what it was like.
Just once, to suck a big meaty dick. You know, not to die ignorant!
I was not even sure I could fit Joe's tool in my mouth, that bone was so girthy but I was damn certain that I wanted to try.
At night, I was trying things out with my fingers. Licking and sucking them off. Trying not to use my teeth.
I got really into blowjobs' porn, studying the girls' technique on the straight performers' massive rods.
I felt ashamed afterwards, once I had nutted all over my stomach, but the guilt did not last long enough to prevent me from doing it again the following night, and then again, the night after that...
When I tried to fit a can of coke in my mouth, - the closest thing I could find to Joe's cock -, I had a moment of self-awareness.
What the fuck was I turning into?
It did not stop me though. I sucked on my toothbrush, the back of the hammer in the barn, a bottle of massage oil, and of course, bananas.
Can you imagine what would have happened if Joe had caught me deepthroating one of his bananas in the kitchen? Maybe he would have thrown the fruit in the trash and replaced it with his engorged cock to punish me.
He would have had pounded me so hard.
The thought made my cock react...
Good Lord... I was really in deep shit.
And you know what? To my surprise, I was sort of natural at it. Sucking, I mean.
I had seen many girls struggling to fit my hard stick in their mouth, even after many attempts, while I could easily swallow a decent-sized banana without choking myself, only leaving a nice rope of saliva hanging.
But this fantasy of deepthroating Joe was simply out of the realm of the possibilities.
I would never compromise myself this way, especially not with my girlfriend's father (I mean, what the fuck was I even thinking?!), and Joe would not let me anyway.
Jerking off, horsing around, taking bets or pledges, that was one thing, but sucking off another dude, that was just gay shit.
Unconceivable.
Everyone knew that and, this was probably the reason why when Bob had blown my own cock -- twice -, this had happened in secret and not in the context of a silly party challenge.
[Chapter 11 continues below]
A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 11: Through the Wall (Part 2)
In a way, I wished that I could have sucked Joe off without suffering any of the consequences. I wished it had been that easy.
To do it once to be done with it, exorcise the moment, and never speak about it again.
What if...
The idea that this was, in fact, possible, took time to implant itself into my brain.
I had not fully processed it until Thursday night when Joe told me that he had to go visit Bob in the afternoon the next day... On Friday!
What a coincidence...
"I'll be gone most of the afternoon and probably on the evening. Keep yourself busy as you want, no need to work."
Spontaneously, I had replied:
"I'll have to leave early in the afternoon too, I have to go to get my car fixed. There's an issue with the engine. I was postponing taking care of it."
"Want me to have a look? Or ask Dave?"
"No, I've already made an appointment with a mechanic."
The lie had come out from my mouth naturally. I had not even thought about it beforehand and at the time, I did not even fully understand the reason why I was lying.
The plan had been made up in my mind in a split second.
Well, when I say "my mind", maybe my cock was doing most of the work here.
I would be leaving early, hide my car way behind the gas station like Bob had advised, go wait into one of the cubicles of the restrooms and hopefully, Joe's cock would pass through the wall and I could blow him anonymously.
Of all the weird and sus things I had taken part in thus far, this one was clearly taking the cake.
If I wanted to go through with the plan, - which I was still not sure of -, and actually suck Joe's humongous dripping cock, this would be very risky.
There were high chances for me to get caught, even if everything went right.
What if Bob or Dave was already there and saw me, would they kiss and tell?
What if there was a larger group of people present and I could not hide in a cubicle?
What if Joe would see my mouth wide opened near the hole and immediately recognized me?
What if he simply did not show up?
Yet, when I was imagining myself waiting on my knees in the damn cubicle, it was not fear or anxiety I was feeling the most, - although, the angsty emotions were definitely there -, I was mainly excited and eager to get down with it.
What if I could properly hide and feast on Joe's cock without him even knowing about it?!
I jerked off and came twice that night, just picturing the scene. I nutted fat loads at that!
Fuck my life, I really wanted to blow the farmer's throbbing dick.
I must have had put my brain on "off" when I hopped into my car right after lunch the next day. Otherwise, why the hell would have I done something so insane?
I said bye to Joe, he told me that he would certainly not be there when I would get back (you bet!) and I left.
My hands were trembling on the wheel, realizing what I was about to do.
Was I really going through with this?!
To make it less suspicious, I made sure to leave way before the time indicated by Bob (which was around 4 PM) and I found myself without nothing to do but wait for a couple of hours.
I went to the closest city (passed by the gas station on my way -- seemed empty), ran a few errands, checked on MILFs who were equally eying me out, and I went back to the pub where I had promised myself never to return on my initial visit.
I drank a beer to relax. I was not sure this would be enough though.
I could not allow myself to drink anymore, or take any sort of drug, because I absolutely needed to have my mind sain and centred to execute the plan smoothly.
At 2:45 PM, I drove the other way to go back to the gas station where I parked in an isolated and hidden spot, further away. It was a bit ridiculous since I had to walk for nearly ten minutes to get to the station but better be safe than sorry.
There, only a truck was parked.
Phew!
It meant that neither Bob nor Joe was there.
I could abandon this crazy idea and go back to the farm at any given moment.
I did not though. I walked into the restrooms, and immediately recognized the distinct smell of cum and piss mixed together.
I did not have to wonder for long if the only trucker there was cruising. When I got inside, he was jerking off near the sink, in plain sight.
He was a big guy, older than Joe, probably in his fifties. His fat belly (probably due to the beer he must have been consuming everyday) was sticking out from his singlet. His top was dirty as hell. The sweat, some dirt, other suspicious stains.
He had a ring pierced on his cockhead. Ouch. I had always been weirded out by that.
I could hardly believe that I did not get that this place was a cruising spot right away when I went there the first time. Now, it appeared so clearly that this was a sleazy meeting place.
The man did not say "hi".
He did not do anything actually. He simply glanced at me and kept stroking his cock.
I was not sure what I was supposed to do. I considered turning away and leaving for a second but my feet would not move.
I mean, I had chosen to be there.
I knew exactly what to expect but I had designed a plan to get here anyway.
Did the idea of kneeling down and sucking that cock instead of Joe's crossed my mind? Yes. Crazy enough. It did.
But I had come to this restroom with a goal in mind and, I guess, this is my competitive spirit, I would not leave until the mission would be completed.
In any event, I would not have had the opportunity to suck that pervert. He came on the floor less than 30 seconds after I had walked on him.
Creamy and very thick loads.
Surely, that was what he had been waiting for all along, for someone to catch him.
He was lucky, a horny straight jock in his early 20s had decided to go cruising! I bet he rarely had such encounters.
Straight...
Was I still straight? The rest of the afternoon would certainly beg the question.
Once the trucker had left, - we had not exchanged a single word -, I paced around the restrooms.
I did take a leak, I had drunk a beer after all, and then, I simply waited to hear a car park nearby.
It took some time before anything else happened.
We were in the middle of the desert after all.
Another trucker came in about twenty-five minutes later.
I hid myself in the cubicle before he walked in. All I could hear was this stranger taking a massive shit in the stall next to mine. No dick, no stroking, no sucking, nothing. Only loud farts and awful smells...
Gross!
Since we were past 3:30 PM and we were approaching the time where Bob and Joe could potentially arrive, I remained in my cubicle. I needed to be discreet if they were to come.
I was very horny and I had to refrain myself from wanking off.
I preferred keeping my sexual energy if and when Joe would get there. I was watching hot girls on Insta without touching my cock. Okay, I was barely touching it, I stroked it a little.
What can I say? I am a horny man.
At 3:58 PM exactly (yes, I was checking the time every thirty seconds), someone else came in.
My heart started beating fast in my chest. I was sure that it was Joe.
The man got in the available cubicle next to me.
I got on my knees, feeling tingles everywhere. I could spy on the stranger through the hole, hoping he was not such a stranger...
The guy got his jeans down to his ankles.
Jeans?
That did not sound like Joe.
He was jerking off and seemed to have a fat cock as well but I did not know the guy. I moved around in my cubicle to look at my phone and the dude noticed that there was someone kneeling down on the other side of the glory hole.
"Yeah..." He groaned.
A second later, a brown cock passed through the wall and found itself right before my eyes.
Shit!
I was not expecting this. Well, not like this.
The dude thrusted his hips, the cock poked against my face. It smeared my cheeks with precum. I was like paralyzed.
"Gonna suck it or what?" A deep voice told me.
The schlong was throbbing heavily. I had rarely seen that, that dick looked like she had a mind of her own.
Precum fell on my thighs and knees. I was, as usual, only wearing some shorts and a tank top.
Once again, I had an opportunity to blow a cock. Right there.
Once again, I did not take it.
The Latino trucker was mad at me.
"Bullshit." He grunted.
He got his hard cock out of the glory hole and mumbled some stuff that I could not understand in Spanish to express his frustration.
I felt bad.
I was so close to do it, to put that leaking sausage in my mouth, but in the end, something prevented me from doing so.
It was not that it would have made me "gay"... I could give many explanations to my hesitation, but to put it simply, that man was not Joe.
He stroked himself furiously on the other side of the wall and I heard him fapping for a good five minutes.
I was jerking off as well. By this point, I figured that Joe would not come anyway and maybe it was better this way.
Right before nutting, maybe ten minutes after he had attempted to have me blowing his dick, the Latino shoved his brown cock through the hole again, and then... The bastard exploded all over me!
"Hey!" I howled while I was being drenched with his male juice.
"Fuck you, man! You should learn not to tease horny truckers like that!"
He was still creaming me, volleys after volleys, I was getting a full shower!
"Asshole!" I insulted him.
He banged his fist against the wall. This was violent and I was afraid the whole thing would get shattered.
Believe me, those walls were neither thick nor solid.
"What's your problem, cock-sucker who cannot even suck a dick?!"
What the fuck was wrong with this guy?
My immediate impulse was to stand up, get out from the cubicle and punch him in the face but I could not blow my cover. Also, I was covered in jizz.
I clenched my fist, looked at the cum dripping on my tank top and my calves, and I let the wanker go.
Shit. I should have gone shirtless! Now, how would I explain these stains?
I corrected this and I took my top off. I was sweating a lot anyway and it was way too hot in those restrooms to have anything on.
At 4:20 PM, I was done with this bullshit. I was no longer afraid or anxious, only the frustration remained.
Most of all, I was feeling stupid for kneeling all this time in a disgusting stinky restroom, and for what? Not to dare sucking a single cock!
Maybe the Latino dude was right... What was I doing there if I was not willing to blow him?
This was pathetic.
I was pathetic.
I was about to get up and leave when the door banged on the other side. I had not even heard the car come in but someone entered. Multiple people in fact.
Two guys were there. They were chatting together and... Fuck... I knew their voices!
My heart dropped in my chest.
That was them. Oh My God, that was really happening!
I heard them talk through the thin walls. Barely though, I was losing my mind. I had lost all my focus. I was stinking cum!
"Nobody was parked outside, seems to be a slow day." Joe spoke.
My mind was spinning and my dick was at full mast.
"Someone might come... Otherwise... We'll need to take care of each other... Don't make that face!" Bob replied.
They both chuckled.
One of them tried to open the door of my stall. The handle moved.
I gasped. I was fully shaking.
"Wait, looks like there's someone in there." Joe banged against the door with his usual bluntness.
I could not move.
"Don't scare him away!" Bob scolded him.
Did Bob know that this was me? Did he remember what he had told me about this place and the right time to meet?
I had missed the first rendezvous so maybe he had forgotten about it.
Either way, he let his spot to Joe.
"Get in there, I'll just wait here, see if someone else comes around."
Someone entered the stall next to mine.
This time I fully recognized his muscular hairy legs through the hole. I backed off a little to make sure he could not see me, even if he were to kneel down to have a look through the wall.
He did not kneel down though.
Why would he?
He had another goal in mind.
As I had dreamt about, Joe's hard cock suddenly passed through the wall. It could barely fit through the hole; it was so damn massive.
And now, it was less than an inch from my lips...
"Come on, bitch, take a lick at your lollipop. I bet you've never seen one that big!"
[To be continued]
[The complete story of A Summer at the Farm and many, many more stories are available on Patreon]
Chapter 11: Through the Wall (Part 2)
In a way, I wished that I could have sucked Joe off without suffering any of the consequences. I wished it had been that easy.
To do it once to be done with it, exorcise the moment, and never speak about it again.
What if...
The idea that this was, in fact, possible, took time to implant itself into my brain.
I had not fully processed it until Thursday night when Joe told me that he had to go visit Bob in the afternoon the next day... On Friday!
What a coincidence...
"I'll be gone most of the afternoon and probably on the evening. Keep yourself busy as you want, no need to work."
Spontaneously, I had replied:
"I'll have to leave early in the afternoon too, I have to go to get my car fixed. There's an issue with the engine. I was postponing taking care of it."
"Want me to have a look? Or ask Dave?"
"No, I've already made an appointment with a mechanic."
The lie had come out from my mouth naturally. I had not even thought about it beforehand and at the time, I did not even fully understand the reason why I was lying.
The plan had been made up in my mind in a split second.
Well, when I say "my mind", maybe my cock was doing most of the work here.
I would be leaving early, hide my car way behind the gas station like Bob had advised, go wait into one of the cubicles of the restrooms and hopefully, Joe's cock would pass through the wall and I could blow him anonymously.
Of all the weird and sus things I had taken part in thus far, this one was clearly taking the cake.
If I wanted to go through with the plan, - which I was still not sure of -, and actually suck Joe's humongous dripping cock, this would be very risky.
There were high chances for me to get caught, even if everything went right.
What if Bob or Dave was already there and saw me, would they kiss and tell?
What if there was a larger group of people present and I could not hide in a cubicle?
What if Joe would see my mouth wide opened near the hole and immediately recognized me?
What if he simply did not show up?
Yet, when I was imagining myself waiting on my knees in the damn cubicle, it was not fear or anxiety I was feeling the most, - although, the angsty emotions were definitely there -, I was mainly excited and eager to get down with it.
What if I could properly hide and feast on Joe's cock without him even knowing about it?!
I jerked off and came twice that night, just picturing the scene. I nutted fat loads at that!
Fuck my life, I really wanted to blow the farmer's throbbing dick.
I must have had put my brain on "off" when I hopped into my car right after lunch the next day. Otherwise, why the hell would have I done something so insane?
I said bye to Joe, he told me that he would certainly not be there when I would get back (you bet!) and I left.
My hands were trembling on the wheel, realizing what I was about to do.
Was I really going through with this?!
To make it less suspicious, I made sure to leave way before the time indicated by Bob (which was around 4 PM) and I found myself without nothing to do but wait for a couple of hours.
I went to the closest city (passed by the gas station on my way -- seemed empty), ran a few errands, checked on MILFs who were equally eying me out, and I went back to the pub where I had promised myself never to return on my initial visit.
I drank a beer to relax. I was not sure this would be enough though.
I could not allow myself to drink anymore, or take any sort of drug, because I absolutely needed to have my mind sain and centred to execute the plan smoothly.
At 2:45 PM, I drove the other way to go back to the gas station where I parked in an isolated and hidden spot, further away. It was a bit ridiculous since I had to walk for nearly ten minutes to get to the station but better be safe than sorry.
There, only a truck was parked.
Phew!
It meant that neither Bob nor Joe was there.
I could abandon this crazy idea and go back to the farm at any given moment.
I did not though. I walked into the restrooms, and immediately recognized the distinct smell of cum and piss mixed together.
I did not have to wonder for long if the only trucker there was cruising. When I got inside, he was jerking off near the sink, in plain sight.
He was a big guy, older than Joe, probably in his fifties. His fat belly (probably due to the beer he must have been consuming everyday) was sticking out from his singlet. His top was dirty as hell. The sweat, some dirt, other suspicious stains.
He had a ring pierced on his cockhead. Ouch. I had always been weirded out by that.
I could hardly believe that I did not get that this place was a cruising spot right away when I went there the first time. Now, it appeared so clearly that this was a sleazy meeting place.
The man did not say "hi".
He did not do anything actually. He simply glanced at me and kept stroking his cock.
I was not sure what I was supposed to do. I considered turning away and leaving for a second but my feet would not move.
I mean, I had chosen to be there.
I knew exactly what to expect but I had designed a plan to get here anyway.
Did the idea of kneeling down and sucking that cock instead of Joe's crossed my mind? Yes. Crazy enough. It did.
But I had come to this restroom with a goal in mind and, I guess, this is my competitive spirit, I would not leave until the mission would be completed.
In any event, I would not have had the opportunity to suck that pervert. He came on the floor less than 30 seconds after I had walked on him.
Creamy and very thick loads.
Surely, that was what he had been waiting for all along, for someone to catch him.
He was lucky, a horny straight jock in his early 20s had decided to go cruising! I bet he rarely had such encounters.
Straight...
Was I still straight? The rest of the afternoon would certainly beg the question.
Once the trucker had left, - we had not exchanged a single word -, I paced around the restrooms.
I did take a leak, I had drunk a beer after all, and then, I simply waited to hear a car park nearby.
It took some time before anything else happened.
We were in the middle of the desert after all.
Another trucker came in about twenty-five minutes later.
I hid myself in the cubicle before he walked in. All I could hear was this stranger taking a massive shit in the stall next to mine. No dick, no stroking, no sucking, nothing. Only loud farts and awful smells...
Gross!
Since we were past 3:30 PM and we were approaching the time where Bob and Joe could potentially arrive, I remained in my cubicle. I needed to be discreet if they were to come.
I was very horny and I had to refrain myself from wanking off.
I preferred keeping my sexual energy if and when Joe would get there. I was watching hot girls on Insta without touching my cock. Okay, I was barely touching it, I stroked it a little.
What can I say? I am a horny man.
At 3:58 PM exactly (yes, I was checking the time every thirty seconds), someone else came in.
My heart started beating fast in my chest. I was sure that it was Joe.
The man got in the available cubicle next to me.
I got on my knees, feeling tingles everywhere. I could spy on the stranger through the hole, hoping he was not such a stranger...
The guy got his jeans down to his ankles.
Jeans?
That did not sound like Joe.
He was jerking off and seemed to have a fat cock as well but I did not know the guy. I moved around in my cubicle to look at my phone and the dude noticed that there was someone kneeling down on the other side of the glory hole.
"Yeah..." He groaned.
A second later, a brown cock passed through the wall and found itself right before my eyes.
Shit!
I was not expecting this. Well, not like this.
The dude thrusted his hips, the cock poked against my face. It smeared my cheeks with precum. I was like paralyzed.
"Gonna suck it or what?" A deep voice told me.
The schlong was throbbing heavily. I had rarely seen that, that dick looked like she had a mind of her own.
Precum fell on my thighs and knees. I was, as usual, only wearing some shorts and a tank top.
Once again, I had an opportunity to blow a cock. Right there.
Once again, I did not take it.
The Latino trucker was mad at me.
"Bullshit." He grunted.
He got his hard cock out of the glory hole and mumbled some stuff that I could not understand in Spanish to express his frustration.
I felt bad.
I was so close to do it, to put that leaking sausage in my mouth, but in the end, something prevented me from doing so.
It was not that it would have made me "gay"... I could give many explanations to my hesitation, but to put it simply, that man was not Joe.
He stroked himself furiously on the other side of the wall and I heard him fapping for a good five minutes.
I was jerking off as well. By this point, I figured that Joe would not come anyway and maybe it was better this way.
Right before nutting, maybe ten minutes after he had attempted to have me blowing his dick, the Latino shoved his brown cock through the hole again, and then... The bastard exploded all over me!
"Hey!" I howled while I was being drenched with his male juice.
"Fuck you, man! You should learn not to tease horny truckers like that!"
He was still creaming me, volleys after volleys, I was getting a full shower!
"Asshole!" I insulted him.
He banged his fist against the wall. This was violent and I was afraid the whole thing would get shattered.
Believe me, those walls were neither thick nor solid.
"What's your problem, cock-sucker who cannot even suck a dick?!"
What the fuck was wrong with this guy?
My immediate impulse was to stand up, get out from the cubicle and punch him in the face but I could not blow my cover. Also, I was covered in jizz.
I clenched my fist, looked at the cum dripping on my tank top and my calves, and I let the wanker go.
Shit. I should have gone shirtless! Now, how would I explain these stains?
I corrected this and I took my top off. I was sweating a lot anyway and it was way too hot in those restrooms to have anything on.
At 4:20 PM, I was done with this bullshit. I was no longer afraid or anxious, only the frustration remained.
Most of all, I was feeling stupid for kneeling all this time in a disgusting stinky restroom, and for what? Not to dare sucking a single cock!
Maybe the Latino dude was right... What was I doing there if I was not willing to blow him?
This was pathetic.
I was pathetic.
I was about to get up and leave when the door banged on the other side. I had not even heard the car come in but someone entered. Multiple people in fact.
Two guys were there. They were chatting together and... Fuck... I knew their voices!
My heart dropped in my chest.
That was them. Oh My God, that was really happening!
I heard them talk through the thin walls. Barely though, I was losing my mind. I had lost all my focus. I was stinking cum!
"Nobody was parked outside, seems to be a slow day." Joe spoke.
My mind was spinning and my dick was at full mast.
"Someone might come... Otherwise... We'll need to take care of each other... Don't make that face!" Bob replied.
They both chuckled.
One of them tried to open the door of my stall. The handle moved.
I gasped. I was fully shaking.
"Wait, looks like there's someone in there." Joe banged against the door with his usual bluntness.
I could not move.
"Don't scare him away!" Bob scolded him.
Did Bob know that this was me? Did he remember what he had told me about this place and the right time to meet?
I had missed the first rendezvous so maybe he had forgotten about it.
Either way, he let his spot to Joe.
"Get in there, I'll just wait here, see if someone else comes around."
Someone entered the stall next to mine.
This time I fully recognized his muscular hairy legs through the hole. I backed off a little to make sure he could not see me, even if he were to kneel down to have a look through the wall.
He did not kneel down though.
Why would he?
He had another goal in mind.
As I had dreamt about, Joe's hard cock suddenly passed through the wall. It could barely fit through the hole; it was so damn massive.
And now, it was less than an inch from my lips...
"Come on, bitch, take a lick at your lollipop. I bet you've never seen one that big!"
[To be continued]
[The complete story of A Summer at the Farm and many, many more stories are available on Patreon]
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A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 12: Run for your Life (Part 1)
I went through all the steps without really believing that it could work. But it did!
I was hidden in my stall, Joe's cock, nearly twelve inches of veiny meat, was throbbing and leaking right under my nose.
He had no idea it was me, behind the wall, ready to suck him off.
"Don't make daddy wait!" He scolded me.
That was definitely his tone, his bluntness.
My heart dropped as he used the word "daddy".
I thought about Liv.
I opened my mouth anyway. I wanted it. So bad.
Besides, I had not come all this way to give up so close to the goal.
It was the first cock I would ever suck... and what a cock!
I tentatively licked the edges at first. The first contact between my tongue and his foreskin gave me shivers all throughout my body. My own dick was already out my shorts, stirring up like crazy.
"I know it's big, boy, but don't be shy..."
I sniffed it. Fuck. The testosterones. The precum already forming at the tip of that dick. The sweat on the balls that Joe had just managed to push through the walls, hanging low, looking heavy as hell.
I was jerking off at the same time, just enjoying his male scent.
Damn.
What the fuck was I doing?
"Show me what you've got... Make love to my junks." Joe pressed me.
My hands were trembling but I stroked his dick, pulled back his foreskin to uncover his cockhead. It was already shiny, wet with pre.
I kissed it.
"Aaaah... Nice... Keep going, boy."
The bananas I had used to train myself looked silly now that I was confronted to such a huge and living thing. It was like this erected pole had a mind of its own and was challenging me to swallow it.
From kissing his cockhead, I became more comfortable. I used more tongue than lips, I was slurping, and then, I locked my lips around the tip of Joe's cock.
Even there, it was girthy as fuck.
And wet... So damn wet.
I felt so much precum dripping in my mouth, sliding down my throat... It was salty but there was a hint of sweetness mixed.
I was experiencing something close to an out of body experience, that could not be me with that cock in my mouth.
Except that it was!
And for the life of me, I was dripping precum myself!
"Bob, looks like we stumble on a shy boy here! A lil' virgin, I bet!" Joe told his mate who was jerking off in the middle of the restrooms, outside of the stalls.
"Be gentle then!" Bob chuckled. "Don't scare him off for me. I want my share."
"You know me, right?" Joe thrusted his hips even further. "Always gentle!"
Joe laughed and, in the process, pushed his cock inside my mouth further. I swallowed more of his tip.
This was taking so much space in my oral cavity already.
You have to understand. Joe was not sporting a common XXL dong, no, what he had between his legs was abnormally large, so fucking wide that it looked more like a can of soda than a banana, but it was also so freaking long, like a prison guard's truncheon.
Twelve fucking inches of thick sausage.
For some reason though, the challenge, the risk, the craziness of the situation was making me extra horny and motivated.
Not only that, I did not want to disappoint Joe by showing that I was indeed a virgin at this, and doing a poor job.
He continued his conversation with Bob:
"He's got nice puffy lips but not sure he's got it in him to make me bust my loads, you may have to take over his spot, Bobby..."
I began to go back and forth and pushed myself to swallow more of his monster-cock each time.
My efforts paid out.
I was reaching nearly the halfway point of his huge member.
"Aargh... Seems like he's taking up the pace!" Joe commented.
I was glad.
"See, just enjoy your moment. Sometimes the new guys are the best ones!" Bob wisely remarked.
I struggled but managed to fit half of his humongous brick in my mouth, well, it was mostly lodged in my throat at this point, making me choke and gag.
"Hmmm... Yeah... Much better..."
My eyes were already tearing up and I could feel the dick moving inside of me, hitting the back of my throat, I had to control my gag reflex and I tried to breathe through my nose.
Respect to all the faggots out there! You really have to man-up to blow a cock properly.
More precum was sliding down my throat, slowly filling up my stomach.
I had to take a breath at some point.
"Not so shy then?" Bob enquired.
"Come on, test him yourself, I'll finish him up."
Without being able to do anything to stop this, I saw the marvellous twelve-inches dick escaping my reach and disappearing on the other side of the wall.
I had to remember of taking a step back to make sure, once again, that Joe would not recognize me if he ever were to look through the hole.
He did not.
Why would he ever kneel down himself?
He stayed in his cubicle but Bob joined him and soon there was another cock being shoved through the glory hole.
One with ginger greyish pubic hair and a ridiculous pink cock-ring. Hard as a rock though. Bob was a horny motherfucker.
Although he was smaller than Joe, (obviously), Bob was still packing a fairly large tool.
It was like a replay from the scene which had occured a couple weeks before. At the time, I had not dared to suck on this demanding dick, but this time, Joe was the one giving the orders and it made all the difference.
"Train yourself on my mate's wiener, I'll go back to you." I heard Joe saying on the other side.
"Don't disrespect my cock, asshole!" Bob snapped back at Joe.
They were both chuckling like idiots.
I think I even heard Joe slapping his friend's bare ass.
I had no idea whether Bob could tell that it was me sucking him. I hoped that he had kept our secret safe.
In any case, I considered that it was time to return the favour for the two awesome blowjobs he had already offered me.
As I started my blowjob, I could confirm that his cock was easier to handle than Joe's.
I mean, I was far from being an experienced cock-sucker but I went at it like I would have loved any slut to suck me off, with absolutely no restraints.
Quickly enough, the gagging sounds were echoing in the restrooms as I was swallowing his rod.
I made it extra sloppy.
"God... Yeah... Fuck, you thought he was... Aaaah.... Yeah, keep going... Shy?! What the fuck, Joe... That bitch has the best... Hmmmm... Mouth... Ever..."
"Grrl... Grrl..."
"You're simply not used to A+ services." Joe replied arrogantly.
"Oh no... That one's good... I swear... Hmmm... He loves cock, I can tell..."
Did I?
It looked like I did! I was really having fun bobbing up and down that fat cock.
Bob praising me only encouraged me to go harder and somehow, I found myself with my nose pressed against his musky pubic hair.
"Grrrll...."
My saliva was drooling on his balls. I was full-on choking but I loved the feeling. I had made it!
"Yeah... Boy... Fuck... Go down, all the way!"
I stayed as long as I could before pulling myself back. I had not realized the slimy mess I had made. Thankfully, I was shirtless now.
A thick rope of precum was dangling down Bob's cock, I slurped it up.
"Stroke my cock, slut, I want to cum on your face."
I was panting but wanked the engorged dick with all my heart.
It was pulsating under my fingers. Warm and just moisty enough.
"Are you gonna nut?" Joe asked Bob casually.
"Yeah... I... He's jerking me off... Put some lips over my cock again."
I happily obliged.
"Nice... Wish I could see that." Joe mentioned.
I panicked hearing him talking about potentially seeing me.
Thankfully, the idea was quickly push aside as volleys of fresh cum started flying off from Bob's dick.
He mostly drenched my chest but I purposely let some droplets hit my face and even my opened mouth.
I tasted Bob's spunk for the first time.
Crossing all my boundaries was such a huge turn-on that my dick almost exploded simultaneously. I felt like such a baddy doing something everyone in my life would have disapproved of me doing.
I was barely getting over the fact that I had stroked and sucked a real-ass cock to completion that Joe's humongous member poked through the wall and hit me in the face.
It smeared my cheeks and lips with his (delicious) precum.
I spat some of Bob's cum onto Joe's shaft and went back to suck it.
"Yeah... That's defo better than earlier... Good boy!"
It was so much bigger and so much tastier too.
The flavour of Joe's precum was equivalent to Bob's actual sperm so I wondered how strong his cum would actually taste.
I was determined to lead Olivia's father to orgasm.
"See, told you..."
I heard Bob leaving the cubicle he was sharing with Joe, he seemed to be walking towards the sink.
Joe was now thrusting his hips, I was barely moving my head but he was slowly face-fucking me, pushing more of his enormous bone in my throat each time.
I took it without flinching, only the choking noise could alert Joe on how rough he was getting.
"Fuck... Maybe I misjudged you boy... You can take a hard pounding, right? Tell me you can take it?"
"Mmmm..." I mumbled; my mouth full.
He pulled back his cock.
"Tell me you want it!"
I almost spoke up but I realized just in time that I could not. He would recognize me, for sure!
"Don't make me repeat myself, boy. I need to hear you say how much you crave my cock in your mouth."
I was witnessing the cock escaping me once again, almost disappearing to the other side of the wall.
I could not let this happen, in a crazy move I stuck my open mouth against the hole, fully pressed against it, as Joe's dick had almost completely vanished behind it.
Seeing the back of my throat from the corner of his eyes must have turned him on as he could not help himself from penetrating me orally, once again.
This time, he was going even harder than before, ploughing my throat like it was a wet and welcoming pussy.
"Damn bitch... You're quiet but you're a real born slut!" He exclaimed.
"Grrrl... Grrl... Grrl..."
"Take it deep, boy! Humm... Yes... So... Fucking... Deep!"
"Grrl... Grrl... Grrl..."
A concerned Bob intervened:
"What's happening in there, Joe? You're destroying him."
"I fucking am but he's begging for more!"
[Chapter 12 continues below]
Chapter 12: Run for your Life (Part 1)
I went through all the steps without really believing that it could work. But it did!
I was hidden in my stall, Joe's cock, nearly twelve inches of veiny meat, was throbbing and leaking right under my nose.
He had no idea it was me, behind the wall, ready to suck him off.
"Don't make daddy wait!" He scolded me.
That was definitely his tone, his bluntness.
My heart dropped as he used the word "daddy".
I thought about Liv.
I opened my mouth anyway. I wanted it. So bad.
Besides, I had not come all this way to give up so close to the goal.
It was the first cock I would ever suck... and what a cock!
I tentatively licked the edges at first. The first contact between my tongue and his foreskin gave me shivers all throughout my body. My own dick was already out my shorts, stirring up like crazy.
"I know it's big, boy, but don't be shy..."
I sniffed it. Fuck. The testosterones. The precum already forming at the tip of that dick. The sweat on the balls that Joe had just managed to push through the walls, hanging low, looking heavy as hell.
I was jerking off at the same time, just enjoying his male scent.
Damn.
What the fuck was I doing?
"Show me what you've got... Make love to my junks." Joe pressed me.
My hands were trembling but I stroked his dick, pulled back his foreskin to uncover his cockhead. It was already shiny, wet with pre.
I kissed it.
"Aaaah... Nice... Keep going, boy."
The bananas I had used to train myself looked silly now that I was confronted to such a huge and living thing. It was like this erected pole had a mind of its own and was challenging me to swallow it.
From kissing his cockhead, I became more comfortable. I used more tongue than lips, I was slurping, and then, I locked my lips around the tip of Joe's cock.
Even there, it was girthy as fuck.
And wet... So damn wet.
I felt so much precum dripping in my mouth, sliding down my throat... It was salty but there was a hint of sweetness mixed.
I was experiencing something close to an out of body experience, that could not be me with that cock in my mouth.
Except that it was!
And for the life of me, I was dripping precum myself!
"Bob, looks like we stumble on a shy boy here! A lil' virgin, I bet!" Joe told his mate who was jerking off in the middle of the restrooms, outside of the stalls.
"Be gentle then!" Bob chuckled. "Don't scare him off for me. I want my share."
"You know me, right?" Joe thrusted his hips even further. "Always gentle!"
Joe laughed and, in the process, pushed his cock inside my mouth further. I swallowed more of his tip.
This was taking so much space in my oral cavity already.
You have to understand. Joe was not sporting a common XXL dong, no, what he had between his legs was abnormally large, so fucking wide that it looked more like a can of soda than a banana, but it was also so freaking long, like a prison guard's truncheon.
Twelve fucking inches of thick sausage.
For some reason though, the challenge, the risk, the craziness of the situation was making me extra horny and motivated.
Not only that, I did not want to disappoint Joe by showing that I was indeed a virgin at this, and doing a poor job.
He continued his conversation with Bob:
"He's got nice puffy lips but not sure he's got it in him to make me bust my loads, you may have to take over his spot, Bobby..."
I began to go back and forth and pushed myself to swallow more of his monster-cock each time.
My efforts paid out.
I was reaching nearly the halfway point of his huge member.
"Aargh... Seems like he's taking up the pace!" Joe commented.
I was glad.
"See, just enjoy your moment. Sometimes the new guys are the best ones!" Bob wisely remarked.
I struggled but managed to fit half of his humongous brick in my mouth, well, it was mostly lodged in my throat at this point, making me choke and gag.
"Hmmm... Yeah... Much better..."
My eyes were already tearing up and I could feel the dick moving inside of me, hitting the back of my throat, I had to control my gag reflex and I tried to breathe through my nose.
Respect to all the faggots out there! You really have to man-up to blow a cock properly.
More precum was sliding down my throat, slowly filling up my stomach.
I had to take a breath at some point.
"Not so shy then?" Bob enquired.
"Come on, test him yourself, I'll finish him up."
Without being able to do anything to stop this, I saw the marvellous twelve-inches dick escaping my reach and disappearing on the other side of the wall.
I had to remember of taking a step back to make sure, once again, that Joe would not recognize me if he ever were to look through the hole.
He did not.
Why would he ever kneel down himself?
He stayed in his cubicle but Bob joined him and soon there was another cock being shoved through the glory hole.
One with ginger greyish pubic hair and a ridiculous pink cock-ring. Hard as a rock though. Bob was a horny motherfucker.
Although he was smaller than Joe, (obviously), Bob was still packing a fairly large tool.
It was like a replay from the scene which had occured a couple weeks before. At the time, I had not dared to suck on this demanding dick, but this time, Joe was the one giving the orders and it made all the difference.
"Train yourself on my mate's wiener, I'll go back to you." I heard Joe saying on the other side.
"Don't disrespect my cock, asshole!" Bob snapped back at Joe.
They were both chuckling like idiots.
I think I even heard Joe slapping his friend's bare ass.
I had no idea whether Bob could tell that it was me sucking him. I hoped that he had kept our secret safe.
In any case, I considered that it was time to return the favour for the two awesome blowjobs he had already offered me.
As I started my blowjob, I could confirm that his cock was easier to handle than Joe's.
I mean, I was far from being an experienced cock-sucker but I went at it like I would have loved any slut to suck me off, with absolutely no restraints.
Quickly enough, the gagging sounds were echoing in the restrooms as I was swallowing his rod.
I made it extra sloppy.
"God... Yeah... Fuck, you thought he was... Aaaah.... Yeah, keep going... Shy?! What the fuck, Joe... That bitch has the best... Hmmmm... Mouth... Ever..."
"Grrl... Grrl..."
"You're simply not used to A+ services." Joe replied arrogantly.
"Oh no... That one's good... I swear... Hmmm... He loves cock, I can tell..."
Did I?
It looked like I did! I was really having fun bobbing up and down that fat cock.
Bob praising me only encouraged me to go harder and somehow, I found myself with my nose pressed against his musky pubic hair.
"Grrrll...."
My saliva was drooling on his balls. I was full-on choking but I loved the feeling. I had made it!
"Yeah... Boy... Fuck... Go down, all the way!"
I stayed as long as I could before pulling myself back. I had not realized the slimy mess I had made. Thankfully, I was shirtless now.
A thick rope of precum was dangling down Bob's cock, I slurped it up.
"Stroke my cock, slut, I want to cum on your face."
I was panting but wanked the engorged dick with all my heart.
It was pulsating under my fingers. Warm and just moisty enough.
"Are you gonna nut?" Joe asked Bob casually.
"Yeah... I... He's jerking me off... Put some lips over my cock again."
I happily obliged.
"Nice... Wish I could see that." Joe mentioned.
I panicked hearing him talking about potentially seeing me.
Thankfully, the idea was quickly push aside as volleys of fresh cum started flying off from Bob's dick.
He mostly drenched my chest but I purposely let some droplets hit my face and even my opened mouth.
I tasted Bob's spunk for the first time.
Crossing all my boundaries was such a huge turn-on that my dick almost exploded simultaneously. I felt like such a baddy doing something everyone in my life would have disapproved of me doing.
I was barely getting over the fact that I had stroked and sucked a real-ass cock to completion that Joe's humongous member poked through the wall and hit me in the face.
It smeared my cheeks and lips with his (delicious) precum.
I spat some of Bob's cum onto Joe's shaft and went back to suck it.
"Yeah... That's defo better than earlier... Good boy!"
It was so much bigger and so much tastier too.
The flavour of Joe's precum was equivalent to Bob's actual sperm so I wondered how strong his cum would actually taste.
I was determined to lead Olivia's father to orgasm.
"See, told you..."
I heard Bob leaving the cubicle he was sharing with Joe, he seemed to be walking towards the sink.
Joe was now thrusting his hips, I was barely moving my head but he was slowly face-fucking me, pushing more of his enormous bone in my throat each time.
I took it without flinching, only the choking noise could alert Joe on how rough he was getting.
"Fuck... Maybe I misjudged you boy... You can take a hard pounding, right? Tell me you can take it?"
"Mmmm..." I mumbled; my mouth full.
He pulled back his cock.
"Tell me you want it!"
I almost spoke up but I realized just in time that I could not. He would recognize me, for sure!
"Don't make me repeat myself, boy. I need to hear you say how much you crave my cock in your mouth."
I was witnessing the cock escaping me once again, almost disappearing to the other side of the wall.
I could not let this happen, in a crazy move I stuck my open mouth against the hole, fully pressed against it, as Joe's dick had almost completely vanished behind it.
Seeing the back of my throat from the corner of his eyes must have turned him on as he could not help himself from penetrating me orally, once again.
This time, he was going even harder than before, ploughing my throat like it was a wet and welcoming pussy.
"Damn bitch... You're quiet but you're a real born slut!" He exclaimed.
"Grrrl... Grrl... Grrl..."
"Take it deep, boy! Humm... Yes... So... Fucking... Deep!"
"Grrl... Grrl... Grrl..."
A concerned Bob intervened:
"What's happening in there, Joe? You're destroying him."
"I fucking am but he's begging for more!"
[Chapter 12 continues below]
A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 12: Run for your Life (Part 2)
In another ample thrust, somehow, Joe lodged his entire twelve inches inside of me, my nose had somehow gone through the wall to smash against his bushy and stinky pubic hair and I was getting throat-fucked like a rag doll.
After about 30 seconds of this hardcore treatment, I had to pull myself back and I caught back my breath.
That was rough!
I was panting so bad, I thought I was about to faint. Truly, this was the most intense thing I had ever done in my life.
The wet cock, which had never been that hard, was fully leaking all over me. I took it all.
It was monstruous... terrifying... gorgeous... fantastic!
What the hell was wrong with me to want more of that?!
I had made a mess on my abs as a few ropes of cum had come out from my own dick while I was not even touching myself.
It was a sentiment similar to when Joe had played with my nipples for the first time, although much stronger this time around, he had found another switch to make me go crazy.
Joe forced his balls through the hole in the wall.
"Swallow my nuts now."
Remaining completely silent to keep my cover, I followed the instructions.
Looking back, it is crazy to think that I went that far but strangely, from the moment I had decided that I needed to suck Joe's cock, "to try it out", there was nothing else that mattered than going through with it.
So yes, I gobbled up these balls full of sperm while Joe's cock was resting of my face, coating it with his manly fluids.
"Yeah... Play with those balls in your mouth... You love that so much, eh? Maturing the horny farmer's spunk?"
"Mmmm... Mmmm..." I moaned.
"Oh yeah... You love it, I know... You'll get that milk, that full shot of protein!"
My face was sticky as Joe was continuously thrusting over it all the while I was slurping on his balls sack.
Until he had another idea...
"Do not move, boy!"
I was on my knees, my tongue stuck out.
I was worried, my face so close to the hole in the wall as Joe pulled out his cock and moved around on his side. He could see me, maybe...?
My heart was beating fast, I was terrified of getting caught.
Yet, I did not move one bit.
Something massive was pressed against the thin wall, it trembled but did not collapse.
"NOW LICK THAT!" Joe barked.
A dark forest was the only thing I could see now.
Joe spread his ass-cheeks and revealed his hairy and reddish asshole, almost hanging out on my side of the stall.
"EAT THAT FREAKING ASS!"
I jumped on it like a starving dog.
Fuck, the smell was even worse there, but trust me, I went in. I shoved both my nose and my tongue in the musky ass-crack.
I was not drunk this time; I would remember this fully.
In a way, it was my excuse to go at it so hard, I had convinced my brain that this would be a one-time only experience and I needed to take it to the fullest.
What was the point of taking all of those risks if I were to be shy in the end?
Basically, I ate that sweaty manly hole like my life was depending on it.
"Clean that hole, bitch! That's right, your dirty tongue in my hole, where it rightfully belongs!"
The more he was treating me like his cheap whore, the more I was determined to do a good job for Joe.
I spat in his pucker, I kissed it and slurped all of his anal sweat, then I pushed my tongue as deep as I could in his insides.
"Oh God... You... Fucking... Insatiable... Little... Whore..."
I knew that Joe could be dirty before, but this was taking a whole new dimension. We were like animals in heat.
After a good couple of minutes rimming his ass, he turned around to ram my throat with his cock once again.
This was getting difficult to keep up with his pace. But I did my best.
Even this though, was not enough...
"Gimme your ass too... I'll fuck it deep!" He asked at one point.
I was blowing his dick vigorously but seriously freaking out about the potential next step.
My asshole was twitching.
"And fucking get-out from your stall, idiot, I need to see your begging slutty eyes when I cum all over you."
I kept on sucking him, ignoring his request, but Joe did not like that. I had awakened the beast.
He wanted more. Always.
"Come on, now, be a good boy and let me see you. Let me pound your face and then wreck your tight asshole."
I was practically deepthroating him.
I needed to have him nut, then he would calm down.
I was playing with my tongue, going back and forth, swallowing hard.
He was face-fucking me like a maniac but Joe did not let go of the idea of going even further.
"You cannot be such a tease, bitchy boy! That's fucking illegal... Hum... You're doing such... Hum... A good job with your tongue... Hum... Offer yourself to me."
He banged his fists against the wall.
Because the restrooms were such in bad shape, he really could have shattered the wall.
It did not collapse (thank God) but something else had happened that I was not aware of. With all the shaking, the lock on the door of my cubicle was no longer holding on so well.
Actually, it had been unlocked since the moment I had been face-fucked the very first time.
As my throat was filled with Joe's bone, and he was banging with all the weight of his body one too many times against the thin wall between us, the door of my cubicle slammed right open.
Joe who was in his own stall, too busy wrecking my throat, had not realized what had happened, but freaking Bob who had been zoning in the restrooms during all this time suddenly got a full view of the anonymous cock-sucker who had been servicing them...
Yeap. It was me!
If I had not had my throat and mouth full, I would have gasped.
If I had not been tearing up already, I would have full-on cried.
If I had not been roughly man-handled, I would have run away.
But instead, I was stuck. My eyes simply widened out as I saw Bob's shocked face getting into the stall with me.
I tried to nod Bob no, to signal him to go away, to shut back the door...
In the meantime, Joe was still fucking my face senselessly. I was swallowing so much of his precum.
I could not tell if Bob was surprised to see me or if he expected it.
In any event, seeing me actually swallowing those nearly twelve inches of meat had startled him.
"You like that, eh? Daddy's massive rod deep in your throat, bitch! Ain't it the best meal you've ever had?" Joe was grunting at me.
Bob put his index on his mouth, like he was telling me to shush.
I had no intention to reply to Joe nor I was in the capacity of doing so given how full my throat was.
But maybe, Bob was not planning to out me then. That gave me hope.
Instead, he grabbed my hair and pull my face further against the cock which was already ploughing me.
"WOW!" Joe shouted.
"I'm just giving him a little help on this technique." Bob said.
"What the... Fuck..."
Joe clearly did not understand how his mate had found himself on the other side of the glory hole.
"Helping him getting deep, man! Let yourself go, Joe."
"Damn... Aaah... Whatever you're doing, don't.... Don't stop... Never stop!" Joe was having the best time of his life.
Me?
I was losing it.
Choking, gagging, sucking, deepthroating... I was terrified of getting caught and so fucking horny, all at the same time.
With his free hand, the one which was not grabbing and pulling my hair, Bob stroked my dick.
Three back-and-forth were enough to have me exploding all over the wall, my own chest, and Bob's hands.
"Good Lord..." Bob mumbled witnessing the power of my orgasm.
I was emptying myself at length, so much spunk was coming out of me... But I was not the only one.
Simultaneously, I started to feel something my throat.
Warm, gooey, creamy... The dick inside my mouth was throbbing more than ever, pulsating between my teeth, moving against my tongue.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH FUCK YES!" Joe howled. "What about this meal, slut?"
"Hmmm... Hmmm..."
I felt the thick cream running down my throat.
"How bad do you need daddy's feeding you all of his milk?"
There was so much of it and it seemed to never stop.
For a full minute, the gigantic cock remained in my sore mouth and released what felt like a gallon of nutritious sperm.
I was struggling to swallow it all, I spat some on my chin. I was drooling.
Bob was astonished to me like this. One would be for less.
I could hardly distinguish any taste but it felt sweet, not bad anyway; I was too much in a daze to tell if I liked it or not.
Joe was non-stop grunting and moaning on his side.
"Oh yeah... The farmer's milk... Deep in a slutty's stomach... Where it should be... Fuck..."
I was so distraught that I was not even thinking about shutting the door back until I heard Bob whispering in my right ear.
"He won't let you go without seeing you... Run away if you want to have a chance for him not to catch you... But you have to do it now..."
I was full-on shaking.
I was not fully done with my own orgasm. Joe's deflating cock was still in my mouth. I had a lot of gooey sperm to swallow.
"Now!" Bob repeated.
I understood this time.
He was right, this was my only shot.
I let go of the delicious cock from my mouth, I stood-up feeling dizzy. Bob moved away to clear the path.
I pulled back my shorts and ran for it, Joe was still mumbling incoherent stuff behind the wall.
If Joe were to find out that I was responsible for his ejaculation and that I was currently swallowing his cum, my life would never, ever be the same.
Now that I had jizzed, I could think more clearly.
Olivia, our life together, the engagement I was planning...
I jumped out my stall, went through the restrooms looking straight forward, got through the main door and found myself outside under the sun.
From this point on, I ran like I had never run in my entire life, all the way to the other side of the gas station, and then straight to the hill behind which I had hidden my car a few hours earlier.
Back when I was yet to become a cock-sucker.
I thought it was likely that Joe had come out the restrooms and he might have seen a figure fleeing in the distance but I did not think he had the time to actually see me.
I was an athlete and I could sprint.
When I looked behind once, there was no one to be seen outside the restrooms or the gas station, only Bob and Joe's cars parked upfront.
As I got to my own car, I realized that I was shirtless.
I had forgotten about my tank top, left it in the stall, dirty. I was also covered in sweat and in jizz, fully drenched actually.
I did not take a break though.
I hopped in the car and drove the other way, making sure to never pass by the gas station. I needed to get home before Joe but I had to follow a detour because I could not take the chance that he would see me.
I almost ran over a coyote as I was very distracted while driving, all my limbs were shaking. It is lucky that I did not have an accident.
When I got home, Joe's car was not there.
Phew!
I hurried into the shower, feeling disoriented. My entire body was sticky.
When I realized it was finally safe, I crashed on my own bed and laughed hysterically, as if I had a maniac episode.
I could not believe what had just happened.
I lied down, finally finding my normal breathing back.
But wait...
What was this grey thing stuck between my mattress and the headboard? I pulled them out... The grey jockstraps!
No way! Those were Dave's from back when he had slept in my bed a couple weeks before.
I sniffed them to make sure, no doubt! It was his musky manly scent. There were suspicious stains all over them.
I had been sleeping with this pair of dirty stinky underwear under my nose for days.
I thought about throwing them away but I could not bring myself to do it. Instead, I hid them in one of my drawers.
How bad was it that I wanted to keep them near in case I wanted to take a quick sniff?
Fucking hell, what was I turning into? A cock-sucker, a dirty panties sniffer, a... faggot?!
[To be continued]
[The complete story of A Summer at the Farm, the sequel "A Fall in the City", and many, many more stories are available on Patreon]
Chapter 12: Run for your Life (Part 2)
In another ample thrust, somehow, Joe lodged his entire twelve inches inside of me, my nose had somehow gone through the wall to smash against his bushy and stinky pubic hair and I was getting throat-fucked like a rag doll.
After about 30 seconds of this hardcore treatment, I had to pull myself back and I caught back my breath.
That was rough!
I was panting so bad, I thought I was about to faint. Truly, this was the most intense thing I had ever done in my life.
The wet cock, which had never been that hard, was fully leaking all over me. I took it all.
It was monstruous... terrifying... gorgeous... fantastic!
What the hell was wrong with me to want more of that?!
I had made a mess on my abs as a few ropes of cum had come out from my own dick while I was not even touching myself.
It was a sentiment similar to when Joe had played with my nipples for the first time, although much stronger this time around, he had found another switch to make me go crazy.
Joe forced his balls through the hole in the wall.
"Swallow my nuts now."
Remaining completely silent to keep my cover, I followed the instructions.
Looking back, it is crazy to think that I went that far but strangely, from the moment I had decided that I needed to suck Joe's cock, "to try it out", there was nothing else that mattered than going through with it.
So yes, I gobbled up these balls full of sperm while Joe's cock was resting of my face, coating it with his manly fluids.
"Yeah... Play with those balls in your mouth... You love that so much, eh? Maturing the horny farmer's spunk?"
"Mmmm... Mmmm..." I moaned.
"Oh yeah... You love it, I know... You'll get that milk, that full shot of protein!"
My face was sticky as Joe was continuously thrusting over it all the while I was slurping on his balls sack.
Until he had another idea...
"Do not move, boy!"
I was on my knees, my tongue stuck out.
I was worried, my face so close to the hole in the wall as Joe pulled out his cock and moved around on his side. He could see me, maybe...?
My heart was beating fast, I was terrified of getting caught.
Yet, I did not move one bit.
Something massive was pressed against the thin wall, it trembled but did not collapse.
"NOW LICK THAT!" Joe barked.
A dark forest was the only thing I could see now.
Joe spread his ass-cheeks and revealed his hairy and reddish asshole, almost hanging out on my side of the stall.
"EAT THAT FREAKING ASS!"
I jumped on it like a starving dog.
Fuck, the smell was even worse there, but trust me, I went in. I shoved both my nose and my tongue in the musky ass-crack.
I was not drunk this time; I would remember this fully.
In a way, it was my excuse to go at it so hard, I had convinced my brain that this would be a one-time only experience and I needed to take it to the fullest.
What was the point of taking all of those risks if I were to be shy in the end?
Basically, I ate that sweaty manly hole like my life was depending on it.
"Clean that hole, bitch! That's right, your dirty tongue in my hole, where it rightfully belongs!"
The more he was treating me like his cheap whore, the more I was determined to do a good job for Joe.
I spat in his pucker, I kissed it and slurped all of his anal sweat, then I pushed my tongue as deep as I could in his insides.
"Oh God... You... Fucking... Insatiable... Little... Whore..."
I knew that Joe could be dirty before, but this was taking a whole new dimension. We were like animals in heat.
After a good couple of minutes rimming his ass, he turned around to ram my throat with his cock once again.
This was getting difficult to keep up with his pace. But I did my best.
Even this though, was not enough...
"Gimme your ass too... I'll fuck it deep!" He asked at one point.
I was blowing his dick vigorously but seriously freaking out about the potential next step.
My asshole was twitching.
"And fucking get-out from your stall, idiot, I need to see your begging slutty eyes when I cum all over you."
I kept on sucking him, ignoring his request, but Joe did not like that. I had awakened the beast.
He wanted more. Always.
"Come on, now, be a good boy and let me see you. Let me pound your face and then wreck your tight asshole."
I was practically deepthroating him.
I needed to have him nut, then he would calm down.
I was playing with my tongue, going back and forth, swallowing hard.
He was face-fucking me like a maniac but Joe did not let go of the idea of going even further.
"You cannot be such a tease, bitchy boy! That's fucking illegal... Hum... You're doing such... Hum... A good job with your tongue... Hum... Offer yourself to me."
He banged his fists against the wall.
Because the restrooms were such in bad shape, he really could have shattered the wall.
It did not collapse (thank God) but something else had happened that I was not aware of. With all the shaking, the lock on the door of my cubicle was no longer holding on so well.
Actually, it had been unlocked since the moment I had been face-fucked the very first time.
As my throat was filled with Joe's bone, and he was banging with all the weight of his body one too many times against the thin wall between us, the door of my cubicle slammed right open.
Joe who was in his own stall, too busy wrecking my throat, had not realized what had happened, but freaking Bob who had been zoning in the restrooms during all this time suddenly got a full view of the anonymous cock-sucker who had been servicing them...
Yeap. It was me!
If I had not had my throat and mouth full, I would have gasped.
If I had not been tearing up already, I would have full-on cried.
If I had not been roughly man-handled, I would have run away.
But instead, I was stuck. My eyes simply widened out as I saw Bob's shocked face getting into the stall with me.
I tried to nod Bob no, to signal him to go away, to shut back the door...
In the meantime, Joe was still fucking my face senselessly. I was swallowing so much of his precum.
I could not tell if Bob was surprised to see me or if he expected it.
In any event, seeing me actually swallowing those nearly twelve inches of meat had startled him.
"You like that, eh? Daddy's massive rod deep in your throat, bitch! Ain't it the best meal you've ever had?" Joe was grunting at me.
Bob put his index on his mouth, like he was telling me to shush.
I had no intention to reply to Joe nor I was in the capacity of doing so given how full my throat was.
But maybe, Bob was not planning to out me then. That gave me hope.
Instead, he grabbed my hair and pull my face further against the cock which was already ploughing me.
"WOW!" Joe shouted.
"I'm just giving him a little help on this technique." Bob said.
"What the... Fuck..."
Joe clearly did not understand how his mate had found himself on the other side of the glory hole.
"Helping him getting deep, man! Let yourself go, Joe."
"Damn... Aaah... Whatever you're doing, don't.... Don't stop... Never stop!" Joe was having the best time of his life.
Me?
I was losing it.
Choking, gagging, sucking, deepthroating... I was terrified of getting caught and so fucking horny, all at the same time.
With his free hand, the one which was not grabbing and pulling my hair, Bob stroked my dick.
Three back-and-forth were enough to have me exploding all over the wall, my own chest, and Bob's hands.
"Good Lord..." Bob mumbled witnessing the power of my orgasm.
I was emptying myself at length, so much spunk was coming out of me... But I was not the only one.
Simultaneously, I started to feel something my throat.
Warm, gooey, creamy... The dick inside my mouth was throbbing more than ever, pulsating between my teeth, moving against my tongue.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH FUCK YES!" Joe howled. "What about this meal, slut?"
"Hmmm... Hmmm..."
I felt the thick cream running down my throat.
"How bad do you need daddy's feeding you all of his milk?"
There was so much of it and it seemed to never stop.
For a full minute, the gigantic cock remained in my sore mouth and released what felt like a gallon of nutritious sperm.
I was struggling to swallow it all, I spat some on my chin. I was drooling.
Bob was astonished to me like this. One would be for less.
I could hardly distinguish any taste but it felt sweet, not bad anyway; I was too much in a daze to tell if I liked it or not.
Joe was non-stop grunting and moaning on his side.
"Oh yeah... The farmer's milk... Deep in a slutty's stomach... Where it should be... Fuck..."
I was so distraught that I was not even thinking about shutting the door back until I heard Bob whispering in my right ear.
"He won't let you go without seeing you... Run away if you want to have a chance for him not to catch you... But you have to do it now..."
I was full-on shaking.
I was not fully done with my own orgasm. Joe's deflating cock was still in my mouth. I had a lot of gooey sperm to swallow.
"Now!" Bob repeated.
I understood this time.
He was right, this was my only shot.
I let go of the delicious cock from my mouth, I stood-up feeling dizzy. Bob moved away to clear the path.
I pulled back my shorts and ran for it, Joe was still mumbling incoherent stuff behind the wall.
If Joe were to find out that I was responsible for his ejaculation and that I was currently swallowing his cum, my life would never, ever be the same.
Now that I had jizzed, I could think more clearly.
Olivia, our life together, the engagement I was planning...
I jumped out my stall, went through the restrooms looking straight forward, got through the main door and found myself outside under the sun.
From this point on, I ran like I had never run in my entire life, all the way to the other side of the gas station, and then straight to the hill behind which I had hidden my car a few hours earlier.
Back when I was yet to become a cock-sucker.
I thought it was likely that Joe had come out the restrooms and he might have seen a figure fleeing in the distance but I did not think he had the time to actually see me.
I was an athlete and I could sprint.
When I looked behind once, there was no one to be seen outside the restrooms or the gas station, only Bob and Joe's cars parked upfront.
As I got to my own car, I realized that I was shirtless.
I had forgotten about my tank top, left it in the stall, dirty. I was also covered in sweat and in jizz, fully drenched actually.
I did not take a break though.
I hopped in the car and drove the other way, making sure to never pass by the gas station. I needed to get home before Joe but I had to follow a detour because I could not take the chance that he would see me.
I almost ran over a coyote as I was very distracted while driving, all my limbs were shaking. It is lucky that I did not have an accident.
When I got home, Joe's car was not there.
Phew!
I hurried into the shower, feeling disoriented. My entire body was sticky.
When I realized it was finally safe, I crashed on my own bed and laughed hysterically, as if I had a maniac episode.
I could not believe what had just happened.
I lied down, finally finding my normal breathing back.
But wait...
What was this grey thing stuck between my mattress and the headboard? I pulled them out... The grey jockstraps!
No way! Those were Dave's from back when he had slept in my bed a couple weeks before.
I sniffed them to make sure, no doubt! It was his musky manly scent. There were suspicious stains all over them.
I had been sleeping with this pair of dirty stinky underwear under my nose for days.
I thought about throwing them away but I could not bring myself to do it. Instead, I hid them in one of my drawers.
How bad was it that I wanted to keep them near in case I wanted to take a quick sniff?
Fucking hell, what was I turning into? A cock-sucker, a dirty panties sniffer, a... faggot?!
[To be continued]
[The complete story of A Summer at the Farm, the sequel "A Fall in the City", and many, many more stories are available on Patreon]
Omg, every chapter getting more and more hot.
Joe and Blake are coming back tomorrow with Chapter 13!
Who's excited?
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