Leo arrived at his parent's farm in the afternoon, after many months of college. His mother hugged him tight and wished him a happy birthday - he had turned 22 the previous week - and his father patted him on the back several times. The family dinner was a little awkward. His brother and sister were present, and his dad had invited Paul, an old colleague from work, and his gorgeous wife.
Leo wasn't very fond of Paul - their energies were very different. The man was around 40 years old, and he was always loud and magnetic, controlling the energy of the room and making uncomfortable jokes that everyone seemed to find very funny, except Leo. There was a toxic energy about him - maybe it was the fact that Paul was so spacious and masculine, or maybe it was because he had a slightly rude behavior - some type of manly swagger.
Leo, on the other hand, was shy and reserved, and tried to ignore Paul's dirty jokes and spicy humor. At some point in the evening, Paul joked about having the biggest dick and lasting hours in bed, and his mom's face became fairly red and then everyone laughed. The hilarious Paul and his big dick. Leo tried not to roll his eyes. Then, when Leo's brother talked about his wife, Paul's gaze found Leo and the man was about to ask whether he had a girlfriend or not, but thankfully, his drunk father intervened with a random remark.
Paul and his wife would stay at the farm for the night. After dinner, the men went outside to check something in the cellar. To avoid more uncomfortable dialogue, Leo volunteered to wash the dishes instead. His mom thanked him and walked upstairs with Paul's wife, showing the guest room. Leo was eventually left alone, and as he enjoyed the therapeutic task of cleaning the cutlery, he heard heavy footsteps enter the kitchen.
"Wow, what a good boy," said Paul warmly. His face looked red after gulping so much wine.
Leo laughed through his nose and didn't answer.
"Look, I hope I didn't say anything that offended you," the man approached him and squeezed his shoulder a few times.
"Don't worry, Paul," replied Leo, as he rinsed the forks.
Paul leaned on the counter and crossed his arms. His white shirt stretched around his wide and robust torso. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his hairy forearms.
"It's a beautiful place, the farm. You were lucky to grow up here," he noted.
"I know, right? I like how calm and quiet it is," said Leo.
"It must be very different at the university."
"Very different. Less quiet."
Paul chuckled for no particular reason. He seemed to find Leo funny.
"God knows what they teach people at college, these days," the man said, after some awkward silence.
"They certainly teach many things," replied Leo, a slight tone of irony in his voice.
"Are you popular in college, Leo?"
"Uh... I have a good amount of friends..."
"No, I mean, popular with the girls," Paul smirked and raised his eyebrows playfully.
Leo cringed internally.
"Not much, to be honest."
Paul stared at him for a second and then chuckled. When he noticed Leo wasn't laughing along, he gazed into his eyes with an intense expression.
"Come on, a handsome guy like you should get a lot of girls," said Paul, with a puzzled tone. "Are you gay or something?"
Leo raised his shoulders and smiled. He wondered what he would have to say to end that conversation.
For some reason, perhaps because he was drunk, Paul shook his head and started laughing again.
"So, are you popular with the guys, then?"
Leo didn't answer. He rinsed the last plate and grabbed a cloth to dry his hands. Paul walked closer to him and placed a big hand near the sink. He leaned his head and approached Leo's ear.
"Are you a butt boy?" he asked in a low volume. His eyes glinted playfully.
Leo felt his face burn with embarrassment. He was not ready for that one. How on earth was that man so comfortable? He faced Paul, inches away from his bearded jaw, and tried to maintain eye contact with his provocative gaze.
"Cause if that's the case," continued Paul, "don't worry, your secret is safe with me," he chuckled.
When Leo didn't answer, the man squeezed his shoulder again.
"Relax, Leo," he whispered and walked away.
Leo stared at the distance through the window and felt his chest jump with heavy heartbeats. His face started to burn with anger.
Later that night, he undressed and lay in bed in boxer shorts. He reflected on the evening and he couldn't stop thinking about what Paul had said. He could see the man's smirking face floating above him. There was a little part of Leo's brain that envied his confidence and audacity.
As his mind floated in the dark, he suddenly heard a noise coming from the guest room, which was right next to his room. It was a clapping sound, and it became louder and faster each second. It took a minute for him to process it was the sound of sex. Paul fucking his wife.
As the sound became clearer, he could hear a muffled female moan every five seconds, and a lower, rumbling male sound and some panting. He was also able to distinguish the squeaky bed, and its headboard bumping against the wall. As the slapping noises increased in volume and tone, Leo realized Paul liked to fuck hard.
Leo suddenly visualized the man's fat ass jumping up and down as he laid pipe. Paul's buttocks were square and masculine, and robust like the rest of his body - quite different from Leo's smooth and fit proportions.
He was able to imagine the whole picture. The plump, hairy ass cheeks were completely naked, as the man lay between his beautiful wife's legs and thrust his cock into her with uninhibited movements. A pair of fat balls shaking between his hairy thighs. His wide, muscular back glistening with sweat. His sweaty buttocks clapping against each other, revealing a butt hole in the center.
Leo felt his dick engorging quickly and beginning to throb. His heartbeats intensified again, making his ears burn. He cursed himself for being so aroused. What was happening to him? He couldn't shake the image of a hairy ass crack from his head. Paul's ass crack - the man he secretly hated.
He tried to calm down and distract himself, but the sound continued for a long time. Unfortunately, Paul wasn't lying when he told everyone he could last for hours. Leo continued to hear every thrust, and at some point, the slapping sound became almost relaxing - plap, plap, plap - his mind was inundated with images of Paul's thick legs and big arms - plap, plap, plap - he could see Paul's hairy hole winking at him - plap, plap, plap - his thoughts slowed down and he fell asleep.
He opened his eyes abruptly and looked at the clock. It was 3 a.m. and the sound had stopped. The silence felt uncomfortable, as if there was something missing in the air, and he got out of bed, wanting to piss. The bathroom was at the other end of the corridor, and he slowly walked toward the door in the dim light.
As he walked through the door, he suddenly saw a strange view that made him jump a little. Paul stood next to the bathroom cabinet, his naked back completely exposed, as he scratched his own asshole frantically. The man looked back casually and saw Leo.
"Sorry," said Leo, and he turned around and left.
"Come here," said Paul, in a low volume.
Leo stopped and looked around, trying to decide if that was a good idea. It took him five seconds to walk back into the bathroom.
The man faced him without a trace of shame. A big, flaccid cock and low-hanging balls dangled between his hairy legs. His naked torso was succulent and strong, with wide pecs and a protruding hairy belly.
He locked eyes with Leo, walked closer and closer, and reached for the door behind him, closing it and twisting the lock. Leo felt the warmth coming from his body.
"What are you doing?" asked Leo.
