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.
A FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 4: Picnic in the Woods
As expected, Blake and I did not keep our hands off each other for long.
We fucked-up from day one...
No need to tell me, I know that this is wrong!
We resisted during the morning shower, but it turned out that going out in nature afterwards did not calm our libido.
Our trip in the nearest national park (beautiful landscapes by the way) became real sexual, real quick.
I suppose that I felt more comfortable indulging with Blake outside of my daughter's apartment. What were we supposed to do? Look at the birds singing? Have a nice picnic on a blanket and leave it at that?
To be fair, we had brought a cooler and some snacks but damn it, we were horny as fuck!
There was no one around, it was so freaking hot, and Blake was only wearing those tiny blue shorts which were making his bum look even more fuckable.
The wind was lifting the fabric of his shorts from time to time, offering me glimpses of his bare white ass.
He had been walking a few feet in front of me for the entire hike and my cock had been hard all throughout.
We were about to sit down somewhere for a lunch break when he gave me his cheeky looks.
I could tell that Blake was up to no good.
"Joe, can I ask for your help?"
"For what now?"
"I need to take a leak... It's not easy with my wrist."
"Fuck's sake!" I grumbled, pretending to be mad about it.
I pulled down his shorts but I also had to grab his dick so he would not piss on himself.
Just a helping hand, nothing questionable about that. Right?
Not my fault that the guy got hard all the while he was taking a piss and then, I found myself with a stiffed rod in my hands!
Shit happens.
"Sorry about that." Blake mumbled.
"You're not sorry, moron. Quit the act."
He tried to hide his satisfied smile.
"I mean, you can let go of my cock... if you want to. But now that we're here, maybe you could take care of another problem of mine."
His jock's bone was twitching as he spoke.
"Stupid fucker!" I grunted, before kneeling down and shoving his shaft in my mouth.
I knew he would like it very much and for the life of me, I could not deprive Blake from a sloppy blowjob. He had been through so much in the last weeks, and partly because of me.
He deserved a break.
"Hmmm... Wow... I wasn't expecting that." He muttered.
"What were you expecting?" I asked once I had let go of his dick for a second.
"Okay, I... I may have thought about it!" He admitted.
I rolled my eyes playfully.
He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me down his young horned-up cock.
I liked his dominant side, I found it entertaining compared to the guys I used to fuck on the regular.
Besides, I knew that if I wanted to, I could easily take back control. That being said, I was happy choking on his slab of meat for now.
The boy tasted excellent, better than a good old scotch.
Quickly, I grabbed his ass while bobbing up and down his shaft. I was careful not to scratch his beautiful bum because it would have alerted Olivia.
Still, I felt him up properly and I could not wait for him to turn around so he would offer me a yummy holy feast.
"Slow down, daddy, you're gonna make me nut."
He was calling me "Daddy" again, we were already back in our pattern.
I could feel the precum invading my throat so he did not have to tell me he was about to cum. I knew the guy and I knew how his perverted mind worked!
Not so different than mine...
"Can't help it that I'm very good at blowing your dick, baby." I teased.
I kissed his cockhead while I was drooling precum and spit all over my beard. I went back for a slippery deepthroat.
I wanted to feel his not-so-trimmed bush smashing against my nose.
Thank God we were in the middle of the woods and the mess was mostly dripping onto the ground.
I did take my tank top off to avoid any sloppy accident though. As I mentioned previously, in our household, Olivia was in charge of doing the laundry.
Blake had already been shirtless for a while. The hike to this upper hill had been heated... and sweaty.
I also dropped my shorts to my ankles. I wanted to stroke myself freely.
Seeing me getting naked seemed to be scaring Blake a little.
He pulled back and looked around. We were way past the defined trails but some people could walk outside of the paths and see us.
"Nobody's gonna catch us, son. And even if they do, it's warm enough to be shirtless. They won't care that I show off my chest. I'll just pull back the shorts. Hell, they might even like it!"
"I know... But... We're not in Utah anymore. I know people here."
"Man, what are you talking about? You have you dick out!"
I slapped his rod to prove my point. It was indeed hard as a rock.
"Still... We should be careful."
I laughed.
"You're afraid one of your college mates has decided to spend the day in the national park?"
"Shut up." He rubbed his cock all over my beard. "I'm not afraid of anyone."
"Sure... Turn around, baby. I want to taste your ass and my knees are starting to hurt."
One annoying thing about giving blowjobs outdoors was the absence of a cushion or anything else to give your knees a break.
Blake leaned over to kiss me so he would taste his own cock while tonguing my mouth, and then, he turned around.
Apparently, his horniness was triumphing his fear of getting caught.
To be fair, I think he was incapable of refusing me anything.
He pulled his shorts a little lower, arched his back, and even spread his ass cheeks with his hands. His wrist was not feeling so bad when he truly needed it!
I felt powerful when he did that, offering himself to me without any restriction or inhibition.
"Your lunch is served, daddy!" He taunted me.
What a little brat! I loved it so much.
I slapped his ass to make his cheeks bounce and I dove straight in. Fuck. The musky scent and the pinkish asshole were the best things ever.
You bet that I could not control myself!
I was not made of wood, although my twelve inches monster could seem like it.
I started stroking myself intensely as I was licking Blake's butthole.
I had helped him clean his insides up thoroughly a few hours earlier, so it was only fair for me to eat it good!
"How do you like that, eh? You've missed daddy's tongue?"
"Fuck yes... That's so good, Joe... So damn good..."
I was tongue-fucking him like we were shooting a porn movie. I needed to feel his insides, deep. It had been too long I had not deposited my sperm in the back of his cavity.
The last time had happened right before the fire actually, on the kitchen counter in my farm.
The rimming continued for a little while.
Sometimes, I would let go of my own demanding dick that I was jerking off to milk Blake's cock from behind.
I loved seeing him like that, I was using him like a damn cow, working hard to harvest all of his creamy milk.
I spat on his ass and it was all wet. So ready to be pounded. The pink hole was winking at me.
It did not happen right away though; we got a little accident. As I was pumping his cock in the "milking" position, Blake could not help himself.
"Aaaaa... Fuck... I..."
Just like that, his thick 21 years-old jizz flew from his cock, turned upside down, and splattered my sneakers.
"Dang it, you really needed that release!"
"I'm sorry, Joe... I.... Hmmm... Yes... This was too fucking amazing!"
I pretended to be mad but I was very happy about it. I still got it!
Also, there was no need for concern, Blake was young and horny, he would be back to being fully hard in no time, probably within the hour.
Besides and to his credit, Blake was not a selfish lover.
Because he had nutted, he was committed to return the favour immediately.
He turned around and started to avidly suck on my fully-erected pole.
"You're hungry too?"
"Mmmmfes fffaddy." He said, his mouth full and his eyes getting teary.
Sometimes, I felt bad for having such a girthy, impossible to handle, cock, but most of the times, I was just happy to see the face of my sucker turning red as he was pushing himself and stretching his lips to swallow the beast between my legs.
Blake was really a champ on that front.
He may have been crying but he would always get the work done until his throat was fully filled with my hot sausage.
"Bon appetit."
I patted his hair.
He tried to reach the base but he could not get to it. He was already struggling too much as he swallowed a good nine inches.
Saliva was coming out from both his mouth and his nose.
When he was turning a weird shade of purple, I decided to grab his hair and to force him to pull back so he would have to breathe.
Otherwise, the guy would be willing to kill himself to deepthroat my anaconda entirely.
"Aaaah... Fuck... Aaah..." He spat a huge amount of slime onto the ground.
"Look at the mess on your chest, Blakey. You're so sloppy."
He was panting hard.
"Hmmm... But... You're... So... Big..."
"I know that, but you're gonna kill yourself. You've got to temper your addiction, son! You scare me sometimes."
He chuckled.
"I just want to please you, Daddy."
This time around, I was the one to arch myself to reach his lips. We French-kissed. I also spat on his face. He was already all messy anyway.
The blowjob continued until completion.
I was not even guiding him; Blake knew exactly what do to. He got me to cum when he started massaging my balls as he was attempting yet another full-on deepthroat.
At this point, I did not even know where he was lodging my twelve inches of hard meat.
I knew exactly when I was about to cum, but for the fun of it, I let it be a surprise.
