A SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 18: Heatstroke
The month of August is very hot in Utah.
Especially when you work and live at Joe’s farm.
It had taken us weeks to really make a move onto each other, but once we had crossed the Rubicon, we were fucking like rabbits.
Or more accurately, Joe was fucking me.
Hard.
And multiple times a day.
I discovered everything in the span of one Summer. How to give proper blowjobs....
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Chapter 4: Way too athletic
Unlike most guys my age, sport had never taken a large place in my life.
It was something I was doing to try to keep in shape, - somewhat -, but I had never understood people who actually LOVED going to the gym or for a run.
Never been fan of teams’ sports either.
It probably reminded me too much of childhood trauma when I was pic...
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Chapter 17: The only way is Deeper
“If you knew how relieved I am that you’re getting along so well with my dad!” Olivia told gleefully over face-time.
“He’s a good guy.” I replied, non-committedly.
“You both are! I was sure it could work out, but daddy can be so… well, so difficult sometimes.”
“Yeah, Joe can be rough but I’ve learnt how to take it. I can handle him.”
She smiled ...
2024-01-23 11:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 16: Inside the Barn
I pretended that the “gay incidents” did not mean anything but I was only lying to myself.
During my seventh week at the farm, Joe was on my mind 24/7 and there was no denying it anymore.
His big meaty pecs. His brown nipples. His large thighs. His broad back. His fat hairy ass… You know where I am going with this… His incredible twelve inches uncut cock (!).
Things were aw...
2024-01-16 11:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 15: Crossing the Rubicon
After a month spent at the farm, my relationship with Joe had shifted, or at the very least, it was evolving.
Not that we ever talked about it, - Joe was not one to dwell on his feelings or emotions and neither was I -, but in many ways, it was obvious that we were getting closer.
Joe was not so intimidating anymore; I had gotten used to his bluntness and I did not mind the way he w...
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MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT
Chapter 3: Way too horny
“How is your new roomie?” Franck asked.
He was one of the only friends I had at work and also one of the only gay people I hung around with on a regular basis.
Not that I was hanging out with straight guys a lot either… Since highschool, I had never had many friends.
“He seems...
2024-01-06 11:00:11 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 14: Gay Incidents
Joe never mentioned what had happened with the measuring tape and, obviously, neither did I.
Pretty crazy how the human psych works sometimes.
Because we had decided so, we could both ignore the elephant in the room and carry on with our business as usual.
As far as I was concerned, my casualness was far from being genuine though.
My mind could not get a rest and I was thinking...
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Chapter 13: The Measuring Tape
“Want some milk, son?”
It had been 36 hours since I had blown Joe’s cock and some of the things that he was telling me were giving me vivid flashbacks of the event.
“Yeah, thanks.”
“You know that only pussies drink their coffee with extra milk, right?” He teased me while handing me the bottle.
“What do real men drink then? Pure scotch? All day long?”
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Chapter 12: Run for your Life
I went through all the steps without really believing that it could work. But it did!
I was hidden in my stall, Joe’s cock, nearly twelve inches of veiny meat, was throbbing and leaking right under my nose.
He had no idea it was me, behind the wall, ready to suck him off.
“Don’t make daddy wait!” He scolded me.
That was definitely his tone, his bluntness.
My h...
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MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT
Chapter 2: Way too comfortable
What had I done picking him?
The mere idea of Samuel moving in was giving me a constant and solid brick in my pants.
I had already nutted twice during the night, simply thinking about the first time we met.
The vision of his tight compression shorts, his meaty flaccid cock...
2023-12-16 11:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 11: Through the Wall
“The work at the farm is not too hard? With the heatwave going on? I check the weather in Utah sometimes and I think about you.”
I was on face-time with Liv.
She had just come back from work and for once, she was not going out that night so we had some time to chat.
It was 3 PM in Utah meaning that Joe was napping upstairs.
“It’s okay. You were right, I think I like ...
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PART V: Exhibitionism in the open: Cruising for attention
At 33, I found myself traveling back-and-forth between the East Coast where I was living, and California where my younger brother, Tyler, was locked-up in prison.
Trust me, it came as a shock for me as well!
Tyler was not the type of person you think would end...
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Chapter 10: Returning the Favour
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I had to get it together.
For the life of me, I had to stop glancing at Joe’s body every time he would decide to walk around the farm naked, - which was basically all the damn time at this point -, his massive flaccid dick flopping around.
The degree of nudity around the house had escalated quickly.
On the first night, Joe was wearing a...
2023-12-05 11:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 9: A Night at the Farm
I woke up in the middle of the night, having no idea of where I was.
The cushion I was sleeping on was comfy, but it was not stable. My head was slowly being lifted up, and then back down at a regular rhythm.
It was hairy too.
Wait… What?
I semi-opened my eyes.
I did not see much but I started to have some recollection of the previous evening.
The barbecue, t...
2023-11-28 11:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 8: The pledge
From the moment Bob revealed his pink cock-ring to us and I understood who he was, I felt like I was exploding inside.
Millions of crazy thoughts were popping in my fucked-up and already drunk brain.
How in hell could I have found myself playing strip-poker with the man who had blown my dick at a truck stop the day before… while my girlfriend’s father was literally sitting between the two ...
2023-11-21 11:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostSamuel is sexy and he damn knows it, showing off his banging body on social media and in the gym any chance that he gets. Oliver knowns that he should not agree to let the vacant room of his apartment to a straight horny jock, exhibitionist on top of the rest. This might only create problems and frustrations… Right? Although, how could he resist?! Sam is WAY TOO HOT!
The story, names, and places are entirely fictional.
All characters featured in the story <...
2023-11-18 11:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostA 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 ...
2023-11-14 11:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 6: The Gas Station
I was mortified waking up the next morning.
What the fuck had I done? Jerking off with Liv’s father, letting him touch me (!), sucking his freaking hairy nipples (!!), ending-up drenched with his thick cum (!!!).
I was sure things were going to be awkward for the entire summer now, I even considered leaving the farm.
How could I ever look Joe in the eyes again?
Olivia would ...
2023-11-07 11:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 5: Titties’ sucker
I followed Joe’s naked body to the living room. What a view it was, his fat muscular ass bouncing down the stairs.
He seemed to be feeling much better, probably thanks to my thorough massage.
He bent over to look for some movies to play in an old VHS player. (So retro!)
I was still very hard under my shorts, and so was Joe.
He was smashing small trinkets under the T.V. bec...
2023-10-31 11:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 4: Back pain
The next couple of days followed pretty much the same pattern as the first one.
I would wake up pretty early, would get ready, (no more jerking off in the shower though, I was only touching myself at night when I could safely hear Joe snoring), we would work outside for most of the morning, he would take his “post-lunch nap”, and I would wake him up in the afternoon.
Despite the promise I h...
2023-10-24 10:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 3: Waking-up the beast
I woke up to the crowing of the rooster. Yeap, I was definitely at the farm.
The night had been short but I had slept well.
I checked my phone; Olivia was okay and settling in – she had barely had any sleep with the time zone’s difference and her plane being delayed. We would have to plan a visio-call soon.
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RYAN EXHIBITIONIST'S LIFE
PART IV: Exhibitionist for life: Room service in Philadelphia
My exhibitionist tendencies have taken many forms throughout my life. The nude beaches, the massage places, the gay saunas… The hotel rooms.
Wait.
Have I already mentioned my hotel rooms adventures? I guess I should do that now!
I left you at the...
2023-10-14 10:32:44 +0000 UTC View PostA SUMMER AT THE FARM
Chapter 2: The bathrobe
I arrived at the farm around 10pm.
It was the end of June in the middle of Utah, meaning that it was hot as hell, even at this hour. It was one of the hottest summers in years.
Climate change is real, guys.
I was heavily sweating underneath my tank top.
The Peterson family had been cultivating wheat for a few generations and even though the farm had lost some of its former glory,...
2023-10-10 10:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostBlake agrees to spend the summer at Joe’s farm 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!
The story, names, and places are entirely fictional.
All characters featured in the story are above 18.
This story is only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.
A...
2023-10-03 10:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostMY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 24: Can’t help falling in love
I was getting married.
Wow.
Austin and I were really doing it?!
I could hardly believe how fast things had gone. Too fast maybe?
I tried not freaking out, but maybe I should have been freaking out. It was a big decision, right? A once in a lifetime decision!
We had divided our little group into two. I was with Janice and Ralph, looking for a nice suit, preparing my vow...
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Chapter 23: An epic love story
Ralph and Janice met each other in a prison’s parlour. Not the best start for a love story, I will grant you that.
… Unless it turns out to be an epic one!
Ralph was incarcerated for running a network of escort girls (the fancy name for prostitutes), and Janice was visiting her best friend (also known as… me) who had been sentenced to a year in prison for getting involved in money launderin...
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Coming up on October 3rd, taking the tuesday's slot after the ending of My First Year with Austin, let me introduce you to my brand new story: "A Summer at the Farm".
Meet Blake, the College stud, and Joe, the ex-bodybuilder / farmer!
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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 t...
2023-09-16 10:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostMY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 22: Vegas, Baby!
The engagement ring was hidden in one of my socks in the bottom drawer and it felt like I was carrying a huge secret. It was not a burden on my shoulders, - I was very excited about it -, yet, it had me feeling anxious and paranoid of ruining the surprise.
I was sure of my decision, but for the life of me, I could not decide where and when I should propose to Austin. Also, I had no guarantee that he was goin...
2023-09-12 10:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostMY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 21: The Driver
I do not think that I have ever experienced the essence of a “Summer of Love”, but I did live a “Winter of Love”, and it all started in a hospital room.
After the attack at the club, the coma, the challenging first weeks of rehabilitation, the mixed feelings I had regarding the kidney transplant, I spent Christmas at the hospital, drained, exhausted, but ultimately… happy.
Who would have though...
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Chapter 20: A blond Janice, a hot nurse, and a tiny hospital bed
I started crying like a baby when I heard Janice say 55 days.
I was not prepared for that.
Who would?
I had missed so much; a whole chunk of life had passed while I had been stuck in that bed, dreaming about God knows what.
Another crippling thought started to form in my straddled mind. Being out for that long, I must have been severely injured. Would...
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