A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07

... in this situation. Or at the very least, that was what I imagined as the "worst possible outcome" back then. As it turned out, I was very naïve...

I have to admit though, a part of me did want Joe to end-up naked.

I wanted to see how two other dudes would react to seeing my future in-law abnormally massive dong, hanging low in full display.

I needed to have some sort of confirmation that I was not insane for obsessing over it! They would probably gasp and stare at it, just like me.

The game continued and things were going pretty well for me.

Dave lost and he found himself bare foot as well and then Bob lost two times in a row, he took his tank top which he had barely worn anyway, and his shoes off.

I was the only one who had not lost a single round yet while the three of them were only in their shorts.

Beginner's luck, I guess!

We had moved on to drink some shots and things were getting looser and more outrageous by the minute.

The jokes had gone full-on dirty, the burps and slaps on each other asses were becoming the main way of communication, and Joe was shamelessly scratching his balls under his shorts making no secret of how much he was packing.

I could swear that he was even getting hard!

I was mostly a spectator of these three horny and goofy middle-aged men horsing around even though I was also taking part, receiving a few spanks here and there and being the butt of a few of their jokes, often revolving around my big full lips or my ...

... bubble ass.

I was way too drunk to care anyway.

Miraculously, I kept on winning and on the next round, Bob lost his shorts and found himself in tight and light blue boxer briefs.

Those were quite revealing and not at all what I was expecting from a married farmer with three kids.

His bulge was looking big, and to be honest, a little weird, like there was a weird bump in his briefs or something.

Fuck. Why was I looking at this?!

I forced myself to ignore the multiple elephants in the room.

On the next round, I lost for the first time. It was bound to happen so I took it well. Even if I lost my top, I still had my shorts, shoes and Calvin Kleins briefs to hold on to.

Dave who had been very hands-on with me throughout the entire evening helped me out of my sticky, sweaty, almost-glued-to-my-chest, singlet.

"There you go, boy, looks like your lucky strike has finally passed!" He said as he was practically groping my pecs.

He brushed over my nipples multiple times and I did my best not to lose my mind over it.

Things were getting blurry. The heat. The way-too-many drinks. The farmers semi-naked around me. Joe's crotch was now clearly stirring up on my right, turning his shorts into a tent.

We threw my wet tank-top on the floor and we kept playing.

One way or another, we would be determining a loser soon enough, both Bob and Joe (who was going commando, remember) had only one more item to lose.

On the next round, it was Dave who got unlucky ...