A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07

... I liked being called "Joe's boy".

Rather quickly though, I learned to enjoy Bob's company.

He was pretty harmless and he could even be funny.

"Yeah, that's Liv's boyfriend, Blake. He's been helping me out for about a week. A good lad." Joe told his friend.

I was beaming with pride inside.

I had rarely ever heard Joe complimenting me, or anyone other than his daughter for that matter.

Bob shook my hand firmly. He was sweaty. To be fair, we all were.

"Hi Bob, nice to meet you."

"You're the kid who let his girlfriend fly to Europe for three months? Alone?"

"Guilty..."

"You must be a confident man then... or a stupid one!" Bob burst out laughing. "Good for you for helping our old joe though. He certainly needs a helping hand!"

He winked at Joe and smacked my butt.

I had the instant confirmation that he was basically Joe's twin in terms of recklessness, - and redneckness-, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, Bob was indeed a good distraction.

He was cracking jokes, teasing Joe a little which was nice to be part of, complaining about his "damn kids" as he was preparing some hot dogs, and he almost constantly had a smile or a grin on his face.

He was more light-hearted than Joe and the man could certainly take a drink (or a few) without flinching, he was already at his third beer when the second guest arrived.

The atmosphere shifted a little when Dave joined us.

He looked a little older, maybe due to his more furnished silver fox ...

... beard, and more generally, he seemed more aggressive and, I hate to say it, a bit scary.

Physically, he was very similar to Joe.

Dave was tall, broad, very muscular, rough on the edges, a hint of an ex-bodybuilder within him although, he was showing more of a dad body and he had the large stomach of a guy drinking a little too much beers.

His belly was coming through the bottom of his tank top. He did not seem to care one bit though.

"Hello, pussies." He said, getting out of his van.

That pretty much set the tone for the entire evening.

"Hey Dave, how was the ride?"

He was living a little further away, on the other side of the main hill of the county, closer to the little town I had visited the day before.

"Pretty damn long and I'm wondering why I haven't a beer in my hand yet!"

"Blake!" Joe barked at me. "Bring our fine guest a fresh beer!"

I felt so submissive hurrying up to the fridge to get it but what else was I supposed to do? Say no to Joe? In front of his friends? Come on...

"Thanks, Pal. You're a good boy." Dave told me when I handed the drink to him.

"Good boy", those guys were freaking me out with the way they were talking to me like I was their kid or their dog even.

I was a man for fuck's sake, just like them!

Why did I feel so powerful with my mates on the football's field or on the campus and so small there?

Well, I guess that I did look like a boy next to those three buff older guys...

Overall, the barbecue was a good ...