A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07

... water in the couch while Joe was lounging in his armchair.

I was wearing some white boxer briefs but Joe had decided that even the slightest underwear was too much to handle that day. He was stark naked, his legs widely spread to "let the air pass through".

The fan was set up right beneath Joe and some of the thick black hair on his ass crack and balls were moving like trees in the wind.

I was not too sure what to expect for the evening to come but frankly, I was happy to have a break from our routine and to have a reason not to think about Joe's large bone.

I was definitely not cured from my unhealthy obsession...

I had gone over the fact that a random dude had blown my dick at a truck stop the day before (I could rationalize it: this was a once in a lifetime experience, I had never actually seen the guy, and I was the top so, technically, I had not done anything gay... right?), but I was really weirded out by how much I was staring - and thinking, and dreaming of, and obsessing over - Joe's impressive genitals.

I imagined that with the guests being here, Joe would finally wear some type of clothing that evening and I could focus my attention elsewhere.

Of course, I had no idea how lewdly things would turn!

Robert, or rather Bob, was the first one to arrive at the farm around 8PM when it was finally starting to feel comfortable outside.

He had brought some meat, some sausages and more booze. We had planned for a barbecue.

I was excited by the ...

... prospect of grilling meat and not having to pretend to take some vegetables to go along my steaks. No women there to scold us on the danger of a potential heart attack!

I understood right away why Joe and Bob were friends. They were very alike.

Although he was a bit slimmer and leaner, Bob had the same careless and macho attitude, complaining about his annoying wife as soon as he got to the farm.

"Fucking good to see, Joe!" They hugged each other. "I thought Susan would never let me out of the damn house! Because of the heat, I was stuck inside with the kids all day, fucking hell if I do say so myself!"

His hair and beard were a weird shade between ginger, blond and grey, - they looked pretty dirty -, and he was dressed casually for the occasion.

Just like us, Bob was only wearing a pair of (filthy) sandals, some shorts, and a stained tank top which he took off as soon as he started taking care of the barbecue.

Bob definitely was working out. His V-line was not as clearly defined as mine but still, not so bad for a forty something!

I always appreciate a fellow dude who can pull some weights at the gym.

Joe and him seemed to be long-time friends, Bob was apparently one of our closest neighbours. Still a good 15 minutes car ride though.

"Oh, that's your new boy!" He told Joe when he noticed me standing awkwardly behind him.

I hated the fact that he talked about me without addressing me directly, (I mean, I was right there!), and I was not too sure if ...