1. A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07


    Date: 3/19/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byThomas_Lodge, Source: Literotica 

    Blake agrees to spend the summer at Joe's farm to lend a helping hand to his girlfriend's father and make a few bucks. That sounds like the perfect plan for his jealous girlfriend. Stuck at the farm, Blake will not cheat on her while she is away... If only she knew!

All characters featured in the story are above 18.

This story is entirely fictional and only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.

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A SUMMER AT THE FARM

Chapter 7: Poker Night

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

We had guests coming over!

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

Especially since it was a very hot day.

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

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

The air was hardly breathable.

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

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

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

I was distracted all morning!

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

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

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

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

Either way, it reeked like manhood!

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

Probably not since he was too busy grunting at me:

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

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

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

I was drinking frozen ...
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