Farmer Joe finds himself forced to live with his daughter and her boyfriend, Blake, for the entire Fall. The redneck hates being stuck in a small apartment in the city, but he has a secret. Joe and Blake have begun a relationship last Summer... Living once again in such close proximity, things could get steamy... and complicated.
This book is a sequel to A Summer at the Farm, told through Joe's perspective. All characters featured are above 18 years-old and this story is meant to be read by adults only.
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A FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 2: A Summer at the Farm
Trust me, getting involved with my daughter's boyfriend was not part of the plan.
Sure, I had thought about testing Blake, check if there could be some faggotry hidden within him, - like I think there is in every single man -, but it could not go any further than some harmless horsing around.
At least, that was what I thought.
My experience with Aiden had taught me not to get too close anyway.
Before Aiden, I had never considered that feelings could get involved in my relationships with other men. I thought that every guy was wired the same way; it was all about sex.
As if I was going to fall in love with a cocksucker at the glory-hole? Come on!
But Aiden had clearly fallen for me and things had gotten complicated.
Too complicated for my taste.
Despite his sudden departure, Aiden was deemed to be back in September and I postponed thinking about our "relationship", - even this word felt wrong to describe whatever we were -, until he would come back.
Mainly, I hoped that I would get to fuck his juicy black ass again.
His hole felt warm and familiar.
I was not too sure I was missing Aiden, but I was definitely missing drilling him.
In the meantime, I had Blake with me. He was supposed to become my son-in-law one day and it was my opportunity to check if he was a good fit for my Liv.
In my mind, a man who cannot work with his bare hands has no business having a wife or raising a family.
I did not want a whiner or a dude who could not handle a bit of a challenge or pain to marry my daughter.
Olivia needed someone steady, strong, and reliable, like I had been to her mother until the very end.
I was not so strict on the faithful part, although I knew this was important for Liv.
A real man tends to want to dip his cock anywhere that he can and I do not think there is much to do about this.
Aside from that, I was not thinking much about Blake living with me.
It was an after-thought and I had no idea that this would have such a tremendous impact on my life.
Blake helping me for the Summer had been decided last minute and I had said yes to Liv's suggestion simply because it would not have made sense to refuse. I needed the help, he seemed to be a good lad, and he may become part of my family in the future.
The day Blake arrived at the farm, I had almost forgotten the time he was supposed to get there and I was still in the shower when he knocked at the front-door.
I was used to be living in the nude most of the time but I put on a bathrobe to welcome him home.
I already knew that I would not bother myself with intimacy or modesty for long and that he would have to get used to see me naked, but eh, it was the first night and I barely knew the guy, so I tried to be decent.
See, I can be respectful sometimes!
I helped him get his luggage from his car, I thought he had way too much clothes but I did not say a word, and I offered him a beer.
The boy seemed intimidated and I liked it that way.
No need to be too comfortable with your girlfriend's dad, especially when he is also your boss for three months. I was going to pay him for his work at the farm after all.
I would admit that Blake was a good-looking lad.
He was very fit, he had nice manly features, -- sharp jaw, big arms, large thighs -, he did not seem like one to trim his body hair too much, and most of all, he had a banging peachy bum.
Just the kind of things I notice first...
If he did not look like a sissy at all, his ass was the definition of a bubble butt. Much better than any of the boys I had been fucking throughout the years. Much better than Aiden even.
The fuckable ass trapped in his shorts could have made my dick stir up but I kept my cool. He was off-limits.
Later in the night, I found him finishing a beer in my armchair. Blake seemed way too casual for my liking.
As I said, I did not want him to get too comfortable and none of my previous helpers had never dared to sit in my chair.
Besides, I needed to show him who was the boss and I suppose this was an opportunity like any other to do so.
I asked him to move and poor Blake was terrified when he understood that I was for real.
I could see the fear in his eyes.
It was not the only thing I noticed in his gaze though. His eyes were constantly drawn to my crotch. Silly me, I had not wrapped my bathrobe properly.
No surprise there, all my life, guys had been checking me out and could not get enough of my anaconda!
Huge dick problems, you know.
I gave him a little show by spreading my legs because, why not? Yes, my dick was that big, and now, he knew who was the Alpha in the house.
Not that there had ever been any question about it.
The next day, I caught Blake jerking off and nutting in our shared bathroom as I woke up to take a leak.
It was an honest mistake that I walked on him like that, but I would be lying if I did not say how much I loved seeing the panic in his eyes as he was painting the glass door of the shower white.
Hysterical, really! The boy was cumming like a geyser and doing everything in his power to stop himself.
He was freaking out when he left the bathroom but that gave me the chance to see him butt naked. He was packing a fairly large cock, but once again, it was his thick muscular ass which got my attention.
That looked yummy as hell!
I got in the shower after him and did something a bit freaky there. His cum was still dripping all over the walls and I jerked off to add my own seeds to the mix. I thought it was funny and, admittedly, I was horny.
From this point on, I got a little kick from playing with the boy.
Sue me, but it was simply too much fun to see him glancing at my cock and pretending that he was all comfortable around me while he was clearly intimidated.
I started wearing less clothes, -- or no clothes at all --, around the farm and Blake also had the task to wake me up after my nap every day.
Obviously, I was sleeping in my birthday suit and was not using any sheet to cover myself up.
Multiple times, I caught him staring at my soft or erected dick, sometimes, he was standing there for an awful long time.
Not that I assumed that he was gay for looking, - as I said, everybody would have -, but as the days went by, it was obvious that he was getting more and more curious about my (large) anatomy.
I did not do anything to stop him.
I loved being worshipped back in the army, and it was still very true at 43 years-old.
To tell the truth, my dick could get hard just at the idea that he was about to come to my room and see my rod at full-mast, leaking on my stomach.
Where is the harm in being proud of your big fat cock?
My mistake was probably to push this silly game a little too far.
One day, during that first week of his stay, I fell like a moron in the shower.
My back was hurting for real but I may have overreacted to make sure that Blake would massage me. Fucking Hell, I wanted him to feel me up!
I was fully naked when I fell down and I got him to rub my back... and my ass.
I say that this was a mistake because I think I liked it a bit too much.
On the moment, I sort of forgot that Blake was not like any of my other boys assisting me at the farm, that I could not go too far with him while he was in a long-term relationship with my daughter.
Having him touching me got my head spinning... and my dick rising!
I purposely asked him to massage my groin and I was hard all throughout. The poor boy was stuck between my legs, his hands brushing against my massive hairy balls.
Things could have stopped there but I could tell that he was excited as well. Blake was tenting under his shorts like a man coming out from years of prison.
He was embarrassed but he could not hide it... Having been in such close contact with my ass and cock had turned him on.
Eh, again, I could not blame the guy! I am a piece of very fine meat.
I defused the situation, told him that it was fine, that I was horny too, and we ended up jerking off in the living room to one of Elisa Charm's movies.
That bitch from the nineties was hot, and she loved to get double penetrated by muscular hunks.
The film I chose was the closest thing to bisexual porn that I owned and Blake seemed really into it. Although, he seemed even more into checking me out while I was stroking myself.
Not so straight, I thought.
I was not judging, just evaluating how bad he was craving me. I wondered if he was already picturing himself sucking me off.
Could he fit my entire dong in his throat? I doubted it.
The jerk-off session ended up with some nipple play and I even nutted partly on his face while he was working on my big male titties.
Oopsie.
Blake looked mortified afterwards and I was not too proud of myself for letting myself go, but once again, I made him understand that it was fine, just two men jerking-off.
The tits and the cum had been a bit much but this was no big deal.
I mean, how many buddies rub one out together from times to times? It does not have to mean anything.
