“We haven’t done anything. I mean… Just like I said before, it was just that one time a few weeks ago… When I didn’t know that you… That we would…” I could not finish my sentence.
“Dave’s a prick. A homophobic prick on top of everything else. And you won’t convince me that he has not tried anything today!”
“He has, but…”
“See!”
I grabbed Joe’s arm before he could move.
“Joe, I think we should go home. Nothing happened between Dave and I and there’s no reason to make things worse.”
He seemed to be considering my suggestion when Cody appeared behind him.
“Guys, are you okay?” He asked tentatively.
“I am, we both are.” I spoke. “How’s Dave doing?”
Joe made a guttural sound as I mentioned his new enemy.
“Well… He took a big hit. I think his nose is broken.”
“And I would do it all over again.” Joe whistled between his teeth.
“Come on, Joe. Stop that!” I begged him.
“Dave’s mad, though. I’m still trying to settle him down.” Cody told me directly.
He knew it was pointless to try to reason Joe so we discussed the next steps together.
We took it upon ourselves, Cody would make sure that Dave would not counter-attack and I would take care of Joe.
“We were just saying that we should leave. I feel better but I need to rest anyway.” I explained.
“Okay…”
“I… I’m sorry about this…” I told Cody.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Not the first fight I witnessed working with Dave… I guess it comes with the job.”
I shook his hand.
“Good luck with him.”
“Good luck to you, man… Joe seems like a piece of work too.”
I realized that I was closer to Cody than I thought, both stuck with our coarse farmers. I gave him a faint smile.
“I’ll be fine, thanks.”
We got back home without saying goodbye to Dave.
I felt bad, Joe and Dave had been friends for a while and everything was ruined now. All because of me.
Although, Dave did try to make a pass at me…
But was not Joe doing the same thing with Cody? I did see them horsing around together. Besides, Dave did not know that Joe and I were fucking and I had already blown him once.
He did not do anything wrong… Did he?
It was too complicated for my tired brain; I fell asleep as soon as Joe lied me in his bed. I had barely registered the ride back home.
Joe stayed by my side all afternoon, making sure I was doing better. Our argument from the morning in Dave’s kitchen was long gone.
I woke-up feeling much better and we did not discuss the incident further in the evening.
What was the point? What was done, was done, and Joe even refused the ice I suggested for his injured hand.
I had multiple missed calls from Olivia and I did tell her that I had a little down moment because of the heat.
For once, I could tell her the truth.
Well, I did not mention that I was naked when it had happened and that Joe had punched another farmer in the face.
She did not need to know that, right?
For lack of a better word and although I never thought I would say this about Joe, he was very cute that night, preparing a light dinner for the both of us, asking me if I was fine every twenty minutes, proposing to massage my back to relax me…
I accepted the last proposal.
I was used to feel Joe’s hands all over me, but this time was different. He was very tender when he massaged my neck, back, and ass for nearly a full hour.
I was semi-asleep as he was working every tense fibre of my body. It was very sensual.
I felt his dick rub against my crack a few times, – an anaconda cannot be so easily tamed -, but I felt soft kisses on my lower-back as well.
At one point, he oiled his own body and rubbed himself entirely against mine.
I believe that this is called a tantric massage of some sort, but neither Joe nor I knew about this, we were only going with the flow.
A taste of Heaven if I do say so myself.
“Turn around, Blakey, I want to massage the front too.”
In my daze, I turned to lie on my back and exposed my hard dick to Joe. He had a satisfied smirk when he noticed how much I was enjoying his touch.
He did not start with my cock though.
First, he rubbed my feet, – my sole, my toes, he was taking his time to work every inch of my body -, then, he massaged my legs, and he got to my chest, pecs, and nipples before finally finding his way to my junks.
“Hmmm…” I moaned.
“Relax, my boy, everything’s all right.”
He was stroking my dick with one hand, and caressing my balls (alternatively with my nipples) with the other.
I was in a blissful state.
“Daddy… That’s fantastic…”
“I know you’ve had a stressful day, but I’m here now, it’s only the two of us…”
“Yes… Keep going…”
He kept on using his strong and magical farmer hands all over my junks, but he leant over to lick my pecs simultaneously.
He slurped on my sensitive male titties for a while until his tongue drifted down my abs.
Joe made his way all around my hard dick, dripping proficiently against my stomach… He licked some of my precum in the process.
Eventually, he reached the base of my hard dick and my full balls.
“You’re gonna make me cum, Joe…”
“Not now, Blakey… I want to show you some more of my tricks before you nut.”
I was confused for a split second, and then, I felt his tongue wrapping around my leaking wet cockhead.
“Aaaaah… Daddy…”
He could no longer talk since he soon had a mouth full of my engorged cock.
I had to look down to believe it! Macho Joe, going down on my dick, and really going at it for God’s sake!
He was not playing around, Joe was swallowing inch after inch of my throbbing bone, sliding his tongue down my shaft until the very end, where it reached my balls.
“Grrll… Grll…”
He was bobbing up and down, increasing his pace. The sensations were out of this world.
“Oh fuck… Hmm….”
The blowjob was amazing enough, but he was not done. Joe slid a finger inside my asshole while sucking me off.
“Aaaah… Yes… Fuck, Joe…”
He pulled back to take his breath.
“How do you like that, Blakey?”
I was almost tearing up from pleasure.
“Joe… Hmmm…. I love you, I mean, I love it, feels so good…”
He ignored my inappropriate comment (what was I talking about, loving him?! Was I crazy?!), and he shoved two more fingers inside my ass as he went back to blowing me.
I instinctively started to grab and pull his hair like I would usually do with girls… I mean, with his daughter in particular.
Maybe the capacity to deepthroat big rods is part of one’s DNA. Like father, like daughter, I thought.
They were both amazing at handling my pole.
I have to say, on his first try, Joe was even better at it than Liv despite the fact that she was a real pro at blowing me.
I guess there was something inherently more exciting to seeing a huge buffy masculine guy choking himself on my fat cock.
Joe was strong because despite swallowing deep, he was barely gagging. Nobody else had managed such an achievement.
If he spat on my dick, – huge chunk of saliva -, it was only because he wanted to make it slimier, not because he could not take my nine inches deep in his throat.
When Joe combined the ass fingering, the blowjob with the nipples twitching, I was literally losing my mind.
“Please… Joe… More… Has never felt so good…”