A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07

... time. The temperature outside was nice, finally, the vibe was chill.

We were talking football, hot chicks, and nice cars.

"How's your son doing by the way? He's a mechanic, right?" Joe asked Dave.

"Don't talk to me about this piece of shit. Haven't seen him since I moved down here. Nearly a year now. Ungrateful brat." Dave grunted.

"Wait, wasn't he there when I passed by your farm a couple months ago?" Bob seemed to remember.

"No, that was not Connor that you saw. It was Cody. He's been workin' for me since forever, he tagged along when I moved here. Cody's a good kid, way more appreciative of what I do for him than my own freakin' son."

"Oh, yeah, Cody's great." Joe approved. "A very hard worker and a very dedicated boy."

A large smile had grown on his face.

"Where did you live before?" I asked Dave to take a more active part in the conversation.

"On the East Coast, I was running my old pa's farm in the countryside. But even far away from the cities, I could not handle the libs mentality there. Too many faggies and anti-gun morons." He spat on the ground. "I'll tell you what, my Connor changed as soon as he moved to New-York, never been the same since then."

"Yeah... City mentality sucks sometimes." I approved.

I could tell that I had scored a point with Dave who served me another hot dog.

I was eating, and drinking, way too much.

We only got back inside around 11 PM to play some cards. Joe had briefly explained this was a tradition to ...

... play poker with the guys every time they would visit.

"Guys, I won't gamble any money, Susan would kill me, she's already cut me off." Bob explained immediately.

"Come on, you're a boss or a bitch to your wife? Man up!" Dave mocked him.

"Find yourself a woman and we'll see how you do!"

I thought they were about to actually fight but they did not. They sat around the table dissing each other for a few minutes.

That made me laugh.

"That's no fun if there's no stake in this." Joe commented.

"No money doesn't mean no stake. We could bet on other stuff than money." Bob suggested, probably to redeem himself.

"What're you thinkin'? Betting your wife? I could probably help Susan relax a little! Let's put her big juicy ass on the table!" Dave exclaimed.

"Don't push it, man." Joe intervened.

It was fun seeing the two macho dudes bickering but if that were to turn into an actual fight, we would all be in deep shit.

"Oh no, that's fine." Bob replied. "At this point, I'd take anything that'd put wifey back in the mood. Even freaking Davey here! The woman must be frozen inside, she won't open it up. I've tried everything."

"You've tried roleplaying?"

"Yeah... Everything! I mean... I even read the stupid magazines on how to rekindle the flame. Bullshit. She won't even let me massage her. A man has his freaking needs."

"That's for damn sure."

"Have you tried looking around... Elsewhere?" Joe asked, a sparkle in his eyes.

Bob did not reply but ...