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CYOA3 – Farmer's Delight – Chapter 7: Honest Labor
🕑 Added 2024-09-27 05:17:57 +0000 UTCPreviously: Farmer spent a surprisingly nice afternoon with Willy warming his cock.
Content this chapter: After a storm that took out Farmer's shed, Josie volunteers Sam to help him repair everything. Things happen from there.
(Intercrural sex)
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In hindsight, Farmer isn’t all that sure what he thought he was about to do when he saw the votes in the Mayor’s residence and turned on his heel, storming out with his blood rushing in anger through his veins.
He’s not a violent person. He’s always believed in the fact that things can be talked over in a civil manner with no need for fists to be flying or even some weapons to be pulled out.
But finally seeing Clint’s vote popping up and it being against the Community Center and for the idea of selling it to Joja has made him quite literally see red.
So… he stormed out of the Mayor’s house full of adrenaline and the audacity to feel like he has a right to Clint’s proper vote after the other promised him what he would do in exchange for the privilege of fucking Farmer until he could barely walk and…
Well.
He doesn’t make it too far. He only manages to stumble down the two steps leading up to the Mayor’s door before he is all but apprehended by a human wall suddenly appearing in front of him.
“Oof.” He collides with a wall of muscle and staggers backwards. He would have fallen if not for a hand grabbing him by the forearm and pulling him back upright.
The scent radiating off of the man clocks him into who it is even before he manages to see his face, half-hidden behind dark glasses and the wide brim of his hat: Heisenberg.
“Hey now. Easy where you run with that self-righteous fury of yours.”
Farmer opens his mouth, then closes it again. He stares at Heisenberg, then looks around him. There is nobody else to be seen anywhere; it’s rather early still, the Mayor had just gone out for his daily walk through the town.
“I… what…” he stutters, struggling to gather himself. He slowly pulls his arm out of Heisenberg’s grip as he looks to the side. “Have you been… waiting here for me? Did you want to ambush me?”
He can see two cigarettes lying in the dirt. Heisenberg lifts his hands, a lazy smile spreading over his face. “Waiting for you? Mmmh… maybe. But ambush you? My… feeling a bit theatrical today, are we?”
Farmer narrows his eyes. He might have been caught off guard but he’s no damn idiot and he can put two and two together easy enough.
“You.” He lifts a hand but thinks better of it before digging his finger into Heisenberg’s broad chest. He can feel blood rushing warm through his veins. “You told him not to vote the way he promised me, didn’t you?”
Heisenberg’s grin is stretching so wide that Farmer can see the crow’s feet appearing around his odd sulfur eyes even though he is wearing those dark glasses. “I’m sure I have no idea whatever you are talking about.”
Farmer grits his teeth. He leans back a little on his heels, staring hard at Heisenberg. The glare is bouncing off of him effortlessly. Despite them being almost the same height, Heisenberg’s sheer presence makes Farmer feel smaller somehow.
“He promised to vote for the Community Center,” Farmer insists, wincing slightly at himself and how he sounds like a petulant child.
Heisenberg hums as he leans forward, bracing his forearm against the other side of the door. He leans so close that Farmer’s heart jumps up into his throat and he has to lean back a little, lest their noses touch.
In a low, dangerously silky voice Heisenberg says: “And I would say that that promise has been ripped from him under duress. Or how would you call that little magic trick of yours?”
“I… I… uh… w-what? What are you-”
Heisenberg’s other hand jerks up, grabbing Farmer by the jaw. It’s not violent, but his fingertips dig in hard enough that Farmer does not even try to keep talking, just staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
How can he… is that even possible…?
“I know that these little people here are too oblivious to notice just about anything. But I am not. And I have seen what you’ve done to him. It’s not a fair bargaining tactic, now, is it? So I decided to talk a bit of reason back into him.”
Farmer swallows thickly. He’s not sure if he should even try to deny it. He’s not really used to being put on the spot like that.
Heisenberg chuckles and lets go of Farmer’s jaw to instead gently pat his cheek. “Maybe next time, Farmer boy. How about you’re being a good little cockslut now and run along before I decide that I need to rearrange your insides after all?”
Farmer bites his tongue to not make a sound. The truth is that his immediate thought is yes please to that, but his honor does not make him say a word, just stare at Heisenberg until the big guy takes a step back and makes an ironic little bow, allowing Farmer to step past him.
His heart is pounding a mile a minute in his chest as he walks on stiff legs and without seeing anything across the town square, his head filled with what the fuck even was that just now?
He should go to the Wizard immediately and see what his input is on the matter. But then again, he has to get to Robin’s before she closes up; he’s on kind of a strict time schedule at the moment, trying to get everything up and running before one of those surprising Spring storms hits them after all.
In the end it is just one vote. He can deal with that later… maybe wait until Heisenberg is finally done with his little vacation in the valley to double back on Clint.
Or maybe he should visit him again while his friend was still there and figure out just what kind of mysterious man Heisenberg truly was…
.oOo.
Farmer needs a couple of days to recuperate; both from getting thoroughly used a few nights in a row as well as from the betrayal that was Clint. He keeps on his farm, busy working the fields and actually walking through his newly build shed with Robin, noting whatever she thinks could become a problem and working on that feverishly so he could finally purchase his first animals.
Of course it is then that his first heavy storm hits.
He’s just standing in the muddy ground outside his shed, staring up at the roof that now has quite a few holes from shoddily worked boards, wondering about his decision to go out here and become a damn farmer in the first place – when he hears a voice calling out for him.
“Hey there! Farmer!” He turns, the sullen look on his face softening a little in surprise as he sees Jodi wandering up from the driveway, her son in tow. Sam looks about as sullen as Farmer feels, which certainly is a new look for him. As far as Farmer is aware, he’s a happy go lucky young man that is usually in very good spirits.
Jodi comes at him with a hand outstretched for a surprisingly tight shake and a warm little smile on her face. He hasn’t had too much contact with her yet, but from what he can tell is that she has a good head on her shoulders and is, in general, rather reasonable.
A quiet, busy woman that takes wonderful care of her two sons.
“Hey there.” He clears his throat and puts a bit of effort into sounding more personable despite the shitty morning he’s had so far. “Pretty early for you guys to be up, huh?” He glances at Sam, noting how the young man’s eyes quickly jerk away from him. He stares into the woods behind Farmer as if he’s seeing something wildly fascinating in there.
“Not particularly, no. I’ve been up for a while. Just been waiting on this sleepy head here.” Without looking back, Jodi reaches an arm backwards, grasping the back of Sam’s neck with an incredible acuity and pushing him forwards a few steps. There’s a surprisingly sharp-eyed look on her face as she glances to the animal shed that they’re standing in front of.
“The storm did quite a number on that,” she notes with what Farmer feels like entirely un-called for excitement. He frowns and turns a little, the mud squelching beneath his heel. He follows her look up toward the hole riddled barn roof again.
“...Yeah. I’ve been meaning to fix up what needs fixing before getting some animals tomorrow. The storm came at the worst timing possible, really. Now I can push everything back by about a week or two.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest.
Jodi hums. She lifts one of her fingers up to her mouth, lightly tapping it against her bottom lip. Both are just faintly pink from nail polish and what Farmer assumes is lip gloss. He had not been close enough to her yet to really notice that she was using make-up.
He also has the feeling that she is planning something. Sam still quietly brooding in their general vicinity kind of was a dead give-away in that regard anyway. They’re quiet for a moment or two before the she suddenly says: “Well, today’s your lucky day, Farmer. I decided to volunteer my boy for some good, honest farm labor. Four hands are better than two, wouldn’t you say?”
She smiles at him, all innocent and sweet; as if she just came up with that. “Get him to sweat a bit. Have him learn what some hard work is about so he can finally make his mind up about to do with his life, yes? Doesn’t that sound just wonderful?”
“I… uh…” Farmer, overwhelmed by the sudden offer, scratches a hand through his hair and lets his eyes wander from Jodi to Sam still standing half hidden behind the slender figure of his mother. He’s about a head taller than her but somehow miraculously manages to look smaller than her now.
“I mean I would really appreciate the help,” he says slowly, trying to catch Sam’s gaze and figure out what the young man would like right now. It looks like he is absolutely hating being here right now; but when their eyes meet for a split second and immediately a dark red flush spreads on the other’s cheeks, he starts to slowly gather that the reason might not quite be what he is imagining…
Farmer can feel the corners of his mouth starting to twitch into a smirk. He looks back at Jodi, trying to wrestle his expression back into one of neutrality.
“But he is a grown man, right? Does he really need his mother to…”
He trails off when Jodi lifts her hand and waves it around as if trying to brush away an unpleasant smell. She grabs Sam’s wrist this time, pulling him forward again.
“He just needs a bit of help is all. He’s been working for Joja for a while now and I don’t see him getting there anywhere. He’s a skilled young man but he needs to stretch his wings a little bit, you understand? Maybe you can teach him a thing or two. You have been working in an office back in the city, haven’t you…? You could tell him how it was? What you had to do? How much fun it was to work there and make all that money?”
Farmer opens his mouth, intending to tell her just how fun that miserable job had been and how it had been his immediate reason to become a farmer in the first place… but something about the glint in her eye and the hopeful look she shoots him from the height of his chin makes him reconsider that.
She really is working hard. She just wants her son’s best. Who is he to stand in the way of her dream?
He wouldn’t lie to Sam, but… he is sure that he could teach him a thing or two, alright.
“If Sam is alright with it, I’d be very happy to spend the day with him. I could definitely use the help and some company is always welcome.”
“Wonderful! You heard him, sweetheart. You be a good boy now and help dear Farmer with anything he has trouble with, you hear me?”
.o.
Farmer scratches behind his head, watching Jodi wander off down the long road that leads up to his farm from the bus stop area. When she is well and good out of listening range, he turns toward Sam who is very busy staring at the ground and apparently trying not to burn up from embarrassment.
Farmer smirks.
“You don’t have to actually help me if you don’t want to,” he assures him. “You could relax in my house until it’s time to head back home. My lips’d be sealed, I promise.”
Sam glances at him from the corner of his eyes. He squirms on the spot and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“N-No, that’s not it… I don’t mind helping you. Honestly.”
The funny thing is, that Farmer believes him. So his odd behavior really is just because he’s horribly embarrassed about all the things he’s probably seen Farmer do on the internet by now. Who knows… maybe he went out searching for those videos himself after he got home that day, no longer with the Mayor and Sebastian looking over his shoulder.
Eager to figure some new things out about himself.
Wouldn’t that be just a fun little scenario? The thought that today might just be not that horrible of a day after all, relaxes Farmer’s shoulders considerably. He reaches out and gently pats Sam’s shoulder.
“You’re a good kid. Thanks a lot.”
“I’m no kid, sir. I’m almost twenty-one.”
Farmer nods solemnly. “Duly noted. In that case, you can just call me Farmer, alright? And I’ll pay you if you work hard enough. Don’t want you to bust your ass on your day off for nothing.”
That seems to finally get Sam to start thinking about things other than how awkward the whole situation is for him and he relaxes slowly. That easy toothpaste grin that Farmer has come to associate with the young man comes back with a vengeance.
He swallows thickly and has to look away for a moment. Damn, that kid was pretty.
Would be a shame if someone were to corrupt him and fuck him into the mud by the end of the day.
.oOo.
As shy as Sam had been at the start of the day, he’s a very good worker. He picks things up quickly and Farmer doesn’t have to worry that he skewers his own hand with a nail.
“My father taught me a few things in between deployments!” Sam calls over the roof. Farmer can hear the pride in his voice. He hasn’t heard him talk a lot about his father yet but whenever he does it seems like he truly cares for him.
He must miss him terribly… especially with as uncertain a career as the military path.
“You’re a good kid!” he calls back over, focusing on carefully rearranging the board and making sure he puts his feet where he does not slip on the still slippery surface. “Is he gone a lot?”
“Yeah.” There’s a little pause in which Farmer wonders if he shouldn’t have asked that, but the subsequent sound of a hammer puts him at ease. When Sam has driven the nail in, he continues: “He’s like home a few months at a time and then gone again. It’s not easy.”
“I bet it isn’t.” He tries to imagine what that would be for a kid. It must be hard to say goodbye each time, knowing that it will be quite a while until they would see each other again. “Is he a good man?”
“The best!”
Farmer smirks a little into himself, shuffling toward the next board that needs tending to. Sam might be an adult but sometimes he still sounds so much like a kid that it is adorable.
They’re quiet for some time after that, just doing their work and trying to get a good bit ahead of the day, but eventually Farmer wipes the back of his hand across his forehead and exclaims: “Alright, lets pause here! I’m starving.”
Sam does not protest. He can only see little glimpses of bright blond hair as they both clamber down their respective sides of the barn. When they turn the corner he can see that Sam has gotten quite dirty himself, sweat making the dust that had settled on his skin downright muddy.
“Damn. I hope you didn’t wear your best clothes for that.”
“Nah, it’s all old stuff, don’t worry.”
“Great. You can use my shower later. Come; I got some stew from Evelyn that I can warm up, and I think there’s a big loaf of bread from Gus’... but it might have gotten stale by now.”
“I don’t mind. I could eat a whole cow right now.”
.o.
“Do you like it here? You must have like… a ton of work. I rarely see you in town.”
Sam must have truly shaken off his shyness from earlier and is watching Farmer over the table as they both eat their second helping after the first had been devoured in absolute silence.
“I like it a lot, yeah. It’s a lot of work but not really more than I had before? Just different. I’m a bit of a workaholic. I’m not really happy if I don’t have something to occupy my time with. Be it work or… hobbies.” He drags the silence out before saying hobbies and watches Sam through the fringe of his hair.
There is an immediate reaction. He can practically see the young man’s thoughts getting a jump start, a flush crawling up his throat.
“Oh yeah, yeah. That sounds like you got a good start here, then.” Sam reaches for another slice of bread and almost drops it into his stew with how his fingers started shaking. Cute. He’s just so nervous.
Farmer wonders about how to steer the conversation more into a direction that will benefit him when Sam continues, playing right into his hands: “You got uh… you got any like… out there hobbies? I mean-” He pulls a bit of a face. Farmer can watch him circle through the five stages of grief in real time.
He can’t say that he’s had as much fun in Pelican Town yet as talking with Sam turned out to be. He’s seen him with Sebastian and he’d say that the sullen little cellar dweller definitely was the brain of the operation.
That’s alright, though – Sam got the looks to make up for it in spades.
“That’s an interesting way to word that,” Farmer says with a silky voice. He supposes playing dumb for now will get him the most out of what he wants of this right now. He pauses with eating and leans his chin on his palm, watching Sam panic as he tries to come up with something to say.
“I mean… uh yeah I suppose… uh… kinda put my foot in there, sorry. Yeah.” He leans over his plate for a moment but he does not take another bite and after a second or two, glances up again. His bright blue eyes are narrowed a little. He looks like he’s grabbed what courage he could find as he says in a hushed voice: “I saw you. Like… a few of your videos.”
Farmer’s mouth slowly stretches into a grin. He lowers his hand and starts to mimic Sam’s pose, his voice lowered into a conspiratorial murmur: “Did you, now? Do I need to ask how an upstanding young man like you frequents such a… naughty site?”
Sam’s ears are glowing by the time Farmer has stopped speaking, but there is a defiant glint in his eyes as he shrugs as nonchalant as he can manage and says: “I got a computer. And I’m old enough for those sites. I’m not doing anything illegal, you know.”
“No, you aren’t,” Farmer confirms. He tilts his head to the side as he keeps watching Sam with interest. He wonders where the young man wants this whole conversation to go. Does he just want to talk a little dirty or…
“Though I’d bet you’re not telling me the whole truth there…” He watches Sam’s pupils widen a little, his mouth going slack as he seems to wonder what the Hell Farmer is talking about. He does not give him enough time to think about what to say to that and just continues: “I’ve heard that Sebastian is far more a computer crack than you are. And I’ve seen the two of you together almost whenever I’ve ventured into town proper.”
He lets that hang in the air. It’s now his time to shrug his shoulders easily.
Sam hesitates, though only for a moment before he admits willingly enough: “Yeah, he knows too. Like… he saw.”
Farmer squeezes his thighs together. There is a special kind of thrill he gets out of knowing that other people watch his videos. It’s the whole point of putting them online, of course, but he just likes the thought of all kinds of people watching him and getting off to him without him ever knowing them.
But also knowing them is exciting. He licks his lips, shifting a little on his chair to try and alleviate the sudden pressure of his cock pressing against the fly of his sturdy work overalls. He needs a moment to formulate an answer, though Sam does not seem to mind or notice. The flush from his ears has moved to his cheeks now. He looks like he is getting very hot indeed, a fine sheen of sweat glistening beneath the wild fringe of his blond mane of hair.
“Do you often watch porn together?” he finally settles on. “You and Sebastian? Do you meet in his room when everybody in his home is busy and jerk each other off to filthy shit?”
Sam exhales roughly. He leans back suddenly, his hands dropping beneath the table. For a moment he looks like he is a naughty schoolboy again instead of a grown adult talking… shop… with another man.
He visibly squirms in his seat, his knee probably bouncing, though Farmer would have to peer underneath the table to confirm that. He’d like to have a look… just to see if Sam is as excited by this conversation as he is. His cock is starting to kill him.
“I… I uh…”
Farmer shrugs again and leans back as he interrupts with a lazily drawled: “You don’t need to answer if it makes you uncomfortable. You’re my hired help for today, after all. Wouldn’t want you to go home and tell your mom how I… harassed you.”
Suddenly, Sam looks very interested indeed. Farmer wonders what did it for him, but he supposes he does not have to wait for too long to find out – and he’s completely right as Sam leans in again, his words a bit slurred with how hectically he says: “I’m really good at a lot of stuff. Not only fixing roofs. I’m like… a Jack of all trades.”
Farmer’s hand, hidden by the dining table, slowly creeps over to his crotch. He presses his heel against his angrily throbbing cock. Damn, it’s really been a while since he last got to fuck a nice, warm hole instead of being the slut on the receiving end and this… really sounds like today might be his lucky day.
“What are you saying…?” he asks slowly, voice low and rough. His mouth twitches as he only lets Sam squirm with having to think of a reply for but a second before he says: “You’re not suggesting I pay you for more… services?”
Sam’s eyes are looking glassy. They’re as good as a giveaway as anything else that that is, in fact, exactly what the young man is trying to clumsily suggest.
However, he also seems unsure about how serious Farmer is being just now. He quickly looks away, reaching up and scratching at his head in a clear nervous gesture. “I mean… uh… I mean you don’t have to pay me-” he stutters quickly.
Farmer has to bite the tip of his tongue not to laugh flat-out. God, fuck it’s been a while since he last fucked around with a young guy and he’s completely forgotten how awkward and cute they could be.
“So you mean to tell me you just want to be a regular whore instead of one that also gets his bag spreading his legs for someone?”
Sam just stares at him, his mouth hanging open, his lips oh-so-red and oh-so-wet. He looks positively delicious. Farmer just wonders if he can make his hole look just as swollen and inflamed looking as his mouth currently is. Just how many cocks has Sam taken already anyway? Oh, he’s going to blow his mind wide open today.
“I… I mean. I…”
Farmer lifts his hand to silence Sam who looks like he’s about to thank him for it like a good boy. He really has been raised right, that much is clear.
He’s no nasty little delinquent… he’s just a young man that grew up in a tiny town and wants to get a whiff of all those filthy videos he’s already seen.
In the end, Farmer is doing everybody a service by letting him have a taste in a nice and safe environment, right?
Right…
“It’s alright. Don’t worry about it… I’m more than happy to pay you. Get you and your little new… business, started on the right way.”
“Wait what? Are you for real?”
Farmer can’t tell if Sam is just plain excited or aroused. He looks like he is almost vibrating on his chair, his lips wet and swelling from him gnawing on them.
Farmer slowly stands up, their meal forgotten for now. It’s not that important anyway; they can heat it up easily once he’s done with Sam. Once they’ve both worked up an appetite. He slowly moves around the table, Sam watching him approach with that same excitement – but also apprehension.
“You’re interested,” Farmer says, coming to a halt at the corner of the table so he wouldn’t encroach into space that he might not be wanted in. Sam is a bit difficult to read at the moment. He’s eager, yes, but his body language speaks of him not really being sure about this whole situation, so Farmer keeps his distance yet. “Curious, right? I don’t mind showing you a few things. You’re a handsome young man, after all. But if you don’t want to, that’s fine. We can just forget about it all and get back to work outside. There’s still much to be done.”
“No! No. Uh, I mean.” Sam keeps staring at him, his glassy blue eyes slowly moving along Farmer’s body. Farmer tries to imagine what he’s seeing; a tall, thin man, still disheveled and slightly flushed from the physical work they did outside.
He’s probably in need of a haircut. He hasn’t had one since coming here; there are no barbers in town and he has had too much work to do around the farm to even consider taking a whole day off and taking a bus back into the city.
Still, he’s got his routine from his office job and he dutifully shaves each and every morning and puts on some nice aftershave.
He takes care of his body where he needs to. He’s no slob.
Sam still hasn’t spoken and he leans a bit more heavily against the table, tipping his mouth into an amused grin that seems to shake the young man out of the stupor he’s been in.
Sam hastily stands all of a sudden and takes a step closer. Not quite close enough to encroach on Farmer’s bubble but close enough that he can see the freckles on his nose and cheeks.
The young man becomes more interesting with every second. Was his chest freckled like that? His ass? … His cock? Farmer almost reaches for his dick to give himself a nice squeezes through his overalls.
Almost. He’s more classy than that. He rocks back onto his heels and cocks his head slightly, watching Sam from beneath his lashes.
“...You were saying?” he prompts when it becomes apparent that the young man would gladly just stand there and gawp at him for an indeterminate amount of time.
He can hear him inhale sharply. His blue eyes stare at Farmer for a second longer, then slide away to the side. He mumbles something but it’s too soft to really make out.
Farmer does not come closer but he reaches for Sam, touching his naked forearm with the tips of his fingers.
“You’ve been a really good help so far,” he murmurs softly, waiting until Sam looks back at him with such a hopeful puppydog look on his face that it twists the older man up with nerves himself. He licks his lips and pushes on saying: “You really don’t have to do anything other than help. But if you wanted to… I wouldn’t say no.” He trails his fingers further down until he can grasp Sam’s hand lightly.
Sam’s face is flaming hot by that point, his freckles standing out harshly against the red of his skin. He looks away but his fingers return the squeeze of Farmer’s hand.
“I mean… yeah. Yeah, I’m kinda, like…” He clears his throat, gearing up to say something and then just deflating a little and ending with a lame: “...curious.”
Farmer steps closer, pulling on Sam’s arm as he does so to really get into the kid’s space. No, not kid but… fuck, he looks so nervous and excited it is difficult not to get swept up in this.
“I can believe that,” he murmurs against the top of Sam’s head. His hair smells freshly washed even amid the scent of sweat from their earlier exertions. It tickles his chin and lips as he says: “What are you most curious about, then? I don’t mind… playing.”
He can feel Sam shuddering. He should maybe not play up that ‘suave older guy’ thing, but it’s difficult not to when Sam is reacting so beautifully to it. He’s a grown man, after all. He can take care of himself.
And Farmer is not here to hurt him-
“I kinda… like… that is. I wanted to try something out with Seb but…” He seems to freak himself out, nearly giving Farmer a concussion when he suddenly jerks his head up.
Farmer grunts, rubbing his jaw and watching as Sam gingerly touches his own head with a soft hiss through his teeth.
“Just spit it out,” he finally mutters, voice rough. He’s not angry, but he is horny and that sometimes bleeds into itself. He grabs Sam by the front of his faded band shirt and pulls him in until their bodies are pressed against each other and he knows the young man can feel his erection.
His pupils blow wide amidst the pale blue of his irises until the fine ring of color makes him look a touch deranged.
Farmer’s answering grin feels vicious on his mouth, though he makes himself reel it in, grabbing Sam’s face in his hands, thumbs dragging against the corners of his mouth.
“What do you want to try out with him, hmm? Wanna suck him off? Wanna show him how pretty you look when you stuff yourself with your fingers?” He leans closer, his breath fanning against Sam’s mouth as he growls: “Wanna know how it feels to deep dick your childhood friend and make him howl?”
He can feel Sam’s fingers against his ribs, his fingers spasming in his shirt and then clutching at it like a man drowning. “F-Fuck,” he hears him whisper back. He feels like he is about to combust, squirming on the spot. He’s so embarrassed that Farmer is honestly surprised he even gets the words out at all when he finally says: “No… I mean yes, I mean… J-Just… his thighs-”
It’s not really a full sentence but it conveys enough. Farmer thinks amusedly that he should take money from the kid, but that’s neither here nor there. He pushes into him, one hand still curled into the front of his shirt to keep him close, the other now closing around Sam’s jaw, tilting his head up for a nice, slow kiss.
Nothing wild. Nothing… untoward. For now. He can feel Sam starting to relax, his dry lips moving against Farmer’s in an eagerness that has him feel warm and affectionate despite himself.
This is so different to his encounter with Clint and his friend; and while he enjoyed that, he can’t deny that this is getting him just as excited – if not more. He can’t really remember the last time he had some simple, straightforward sex like this.
He pulls away when he feels Sam’s tongue touching his bottom lip, pretending like he didn’t notice; or doesn’t see the disappointed moue on Sam’s still flushed face.
Farmer grabs him by the wrist and turns, wordlessly pulling him through the kitchen and toward the bed standing right there in the other room. His cabin is still so damn small… but it plays into his hands now. He doesn’t think he would mind pressing Sam down onto the floor to have his way with him right there, but the young man did not deserve that.
Certainly not after being such a good boy and helping Farmer with the barn.
He kisses him again when he starts pushing him down onto the bed and this time he gives in and lets him have more than just a chaste brush of lips. Sam makes the most intoxicating sound as he opens his mouth for him. He mewls like a damn kitten, all high pitched and needy.
There’s a pause in his motions as he probably gears up to be embarrassed about it, but Farmer really doesn’t care about any of that, instead pushing his hands beneath the young man’s shirt to touch his warm skin, stretched tight across lean muscles.
Sam’s fingers are shaking when he grabs at Farmer’s clothes, but it does not seem to stem from trepidation. Once Farmer lies down on him he can feel him press his eager erection against his hipbone. He fucks up unselfconsiously, those same mewling noises scratching right out of his throat.
Farmer can’t help but get swept away by the sheer youthful enthusiasm. His heart pumps faster against his ribs, his fingers feeling a little moist with nerves as they peel each other out of their clothes and he can figure out just how deep those freckles go.
Sam’s chest is hairless and surprisingly broad. He looks a lot slimmer in those hoodies he likes to wear. Farmer drags the tip of his nose against his sternum, over the meager fat of his left pec, then drags his tongue against his nipple. It’s the same pink color as his lips and damn, why does he always forget how sweet these young men tend to taste?
He licks at him again, and again, mouth fitting so nicely around Sam’s quickly tightening nipple to suckle on it like a babe. Sam arches his back up into him, arms quickly clamping down around Farmer’s head. Holding on desperately and keeping him pressed against his chest.
So eager. So earnest. So damn sensitive. Farmer can’t help but be charmed by the young man. How he just goes along with whatever he wants even though he can feel his heart thundering in his chest even more than his own.
Farmer uses the distraction to creep his fingers beneath Sam’s waistband. He’s still wearing his jeans as well but they’re open and shimmied down to sit just beneath his ass.
The first thing greeting him is Sam’s bush; soft and surprisingly thick, given his general hairlessness.
Probably his pride and joy, Farmer thinks absent-minded as he switches from one delicious little tit to the other, distracting the young stud from his fingers scratching through his pubes and reaching for his eager cock. It springs into his palm just like that. A well trained dog, eager to please a new master. The skin is soft against his fingertips, stretched tight across his erection.
There’s not much moisture to be found at the tip. Maybe Sam doesn’t get very wet? Maybe Sebastian had to bend over him, letting spit drip from his open, panting mouth to give them just a bit of wetness to work with as they jerked each other off desperately.
Farmer wishes he could be a fly on the wall of that particular encounter. Just listening in to the young men whining and whimpering, pressed shoulder to shoulder, giving their friend a hand to get off to…
Fuck, he can’t wait to get to Sebastian and play with him as well.
He gives Sam a few strokes, though the angle is awkward and his shorts are restrictive around his wrist. Not able to keep it down, Farmer allows himself a single bite, digging his teeth in around Sam’s nipple and squeezing the pudgy fat between them until he feels the young man stiffen beneath him, his breath hitching in pain – and his cock flexing in Farmer’s calm, warm hand.
He pulls back, panting, staring at what he’s done. There are neat indentations above and below that delicious pink bud, quickly flushing an angry red. Maybe they’re going to be blue by tomorrow… reminding Sam of what he did whenever his ratty hoodie rubs against his sensitive tits-
“Fuck, okay… enough playing,” Farmer grits out. He slides off to the side, making himself get up from Sam so he can wriggle his way completely out of his clothes. Sam makes a sound like a kicked puppy. His blue eyes look so feverish that it looks like he’s moments from honest-to-God crying.
He helps Sam get the rest of his clothes off. The kid nearly kicks him in the face in his eagerness to struggle out of them. His cock wags like a dog’s tail. It’s a pretty dick all considered; flushed a dark red and with a nice girth to it. It would certainly be fun to try and stuff it into his ass but… they’re here for something different and he’s more than eager to deliver.
His lube is openly standing on his bedside table, though from the choked little sound coming from Sam he doesn’t think the other had even noticed until then.
“Can I show you?” Farmer asks, voice dipped low and almost growling. “I’d really like to show you. You can try it out with Sebastian later. And tell me how it went.”
Damn, he hopes Sam will tell him about it. Is he actually starting to get to the age where he’s a dirty old man instead of being just a whore? Mnh. Something to think about at a later time, maybe.
Sam is not speaking but he is nodding enthusiastically, his mane of unkempt blond hair bobbing along with him. His face is just as red as his cock, Farmer thinks distantly as he crawls back onto the bed and behind Sam. He has to help him to situate himself on his side.
He wraps his arm around him, palm pressing against the young man’s sternum and just pausing there for a moment to take everything in.
“Easy now,” he murmurs, fingers pressing into his skin to give him some point of contact to focus on that wasn’t his desperately pulsing cock; or the warm erection gently poking against the small of his back. “Your heart is about to explode.”
Farmer hides his little smirk behind Sam’s ear, even though there is nobody there that could see him anyway.
Sam exhales a whistling little whine. He arches his ass back and claws at the bedding. The young man is not particularly short but Farmer is a tall bastard, able to practically curl himself around the other and make him feel wrapped and smothered.
“Just breathe,” he murmurs against the top of Sam’s head. As he notices the other obediently starting to take deep, calming breaths, Farmer reaches down to gently maneuver his cock into Sam’s crack. It’s lodged between his cheeks, nice and sandwiched between them.
Sam whines again. He throws his head back against Farmer’s shoulder, his legs moving restlessly as he tries to squeeze his thighs around the cock even though they’re not quite in position yet for that. Farmer just lets him do whatever feels right for him.
It at least helps the kid to get those jitters out, though then again he pushes himself into a needy frenzy, just trying to ride the dick and rub his hole against Farmer’s shaft.
He can feel it flexing against him and damn if that isn’t tempting in and off itself.
“Have you tried stuffing yourself yet?” he rasps into the wild mop of hair on top of Sam’s head. He rocks his hips a little to at least have a bit of friction on his cock and take off the edge. He’s no animal; he won’t try to stick it in just like that but damn…
“N-Nah,” Sam replies, voice shaking with nerves.
Farmer closes his eyes and buries his face in Sam’s hair, inhaling deeply just so he wouldn’t roll the both of them until he’s lying on top of the young man and can hot dog him until he releases in hot, sticky spurts on the small of his back.
He doesn’t. He really wants to. But he doesn’t. A goddamn virgin crawling his way into his bad. A virgin that had the balls to even suggest he pay him for his services. He will, actually; but mostly because he thinks it’s hot. He wonders if anything will come of it. If Sam actually will want to start getting into the business.
It probably is a shitty thing to inspire in someone but Farmer can’t say that he is particularly bothered about it. The kid is an adult after all. He can do whatever the fuck he wants…
“Shit- I mean- Sorry ah…”
Farmer stills his movements and just listens. It gives him a stupidly hot thrill how desperately Sam tries to keep up values taught to him as a child. Don’t swear now… you’re about to get freaky with an older guy you know little to nothing about – but don’t swear now~~
“You ready for the main course?” Farmer asks, voice pitched low, crooning into the other’s ear. He can practically feel the goosebumps overtaking Sam. When he peers down his front, he can see it across his flushed chest.
The hand that had still been pressed against it moves over, thumb idly rubbing across one painfully tight bud. Sam shudders and presses the back of his head harder against Farmer’s shoulder.
“Yes please… please, please, please,” he babbles softly. Such a well-mannered young man. So eager to please. Oh, Farmer just wishes he could have a peek at him and Sebastian trying each other out. There’s something especially toxicating about a young man’s whines and moans. So sweet and unrestrained-
“Alright then. Here, take the lube… get a good helping on your hand and smear it between your thighs, will you?” He noses into Sam’s hair again until his lips are pressed against his sweaty temple. “You’re gonna get yourself ready for me,” Farmer croons with a low voice, fingers idly plucking at Sam’s nipples.
He can hear his breath hitching again and again. The kid’s hands are shaking so badly that it looks like instead of squirting the mess onto his palm, he will just spill it out all over Farmer’s sheets…
But he manages just fine, reaching down and hissing when the cold gel hits his overheating, sensitive skin.
Farmer closes his eyes, breathing through it and then shuffling his way down so he has a better angle to do this all. He loses that warm, delicious feeling of being held between Sam’s cheeks in the process, but that’s alright. He’ll be somewhere even better in a second.
“Done,” Sam whispers, his voice high-pitched into an odd little squeak.
“Good boy.”
Farmer can feel Sam shuddering again. He can see his cock flexing eagerly. There’s a bit wetness at the tip now after all, glistening and inviting. He seems so close to orgasming already and they haven’t even really done anything yet. Maybe he can tickle a new kink into the kid. Wouldn’t that be nice?
He breathes warm and moist against Sam’s exposed ear. It is so flushed he can feel the heat radiating off of it even before he presses a few feather light kisses against the tip. Giving him something to think about while he gently fits his cock between his skinny thighs.
“There you go. Squeeze ‘em together.”
Sam does, but Farmer helps him along by curling one of his legs over him and pressing down on the outside of his thighs. The heat and slick his cock is in is a damn godsend. It’s been way too long since he could be the dominant party in an encounter and he can’t say that he doesn’t immensely enjoy the whole situation.
Sam is breathing through his mouth noisily. He’s stopped pressing the back of his head against Farmer’s shoulder and instead his chin has hit his chest, staring down at what is happening below.
As Farmer starts to slowly thrust, he can hear the other’s labored breathing culminate into a whimper every time his crown pushes out of the tight passage and nudges against the back of Sam’s balls.
Fine shudders of sensation crawl through his body. It feels like his very bones are starting to vibrate in his flesh, so he curls his arms tighter around Sam’s front, crushing him against his body.
Sam reaches up, hands clutching at Farmer’s wrists. His breathing sounds now like he has actual trouble pulling air in due to his chest being constricted, but he does not complain and Farmer does not loosen his grasp.
He can’t find it in him. Instead, he even changes his grip up a little, curling his fingers around Sam’s forearms and pulling him until he is wrapped up like a mummy in Farmer’s limbs, his breath rattling through his body in whistling little gulps of air.
Farmer keeps slowly moving his hips. Everything is slow. Like molasses. The lust crashes through his body in overwhelming, electrifying waves but he can’t force himself to be faster.
“I… I can feel it-” Sam suddenly pipes up, his voice brittle and high-pitched. Farmer makes himself lift his head and look into Sam’s eyes. They are open but there is not much awareness to be seen; just glassy and heavy lidded, staring ahead of himself. His lips are swollen. Has he been biting them? Trying to keep all those embarrassing noises down? Cute.
“What?” Farmer asks softly. He pushes his hips forward a little harder. Glancing down, he can see his glans briefly appearing between Sam’s skinny thighs.
The kid makes a gasping, gurgling little sound, his cock flushed so fat and dark that it looks actually painful. Farmer releases his grip around the other’s chest; if just so.
“Y-Your pre… I think,” Sam inanely says on a sweet little whine that races down each knob of Farmer’s spine and settles hot and liquid in the small of his back. His hips jerk involuntarily.
It’s his turn to breathe labored and desperate, ruffling Sam’s hair with it in the process.
His voice is not steady when he says: “I-I see.” He can. He can see the wetness glistening on top of Sam’s lower thigh where his pre keeps pearling from his piss slit and rolling down the young man’s skin.
Farmer wants to ask him if he likes it. He wants to tease him and be a bit of an asshole just to hear Sam’s voice hitch and feel his body heat up feverishly – but he can’t make himself say any more.
He’s focusing on the young man’s erection, obsessing over whether he should put in any effort into trying to loosen his gorilla grip around the other’s chest and reach down to give him a hand.
It looks like it would feel like a wound in his palm; overly hot and sensitive. His hips buck harder and Sam pushes his head back again, knocking it into Farmer’s shoulder, his whole body tensing up.
Farmer thrusts again and again, watching the young man’s cock bounce in reaction and Sam pulling in huge, shuddering gasps through his wide open mouth.
Farmer turns his head, licking sloppily at the corner of Sam’s mouth. The other does not even try to reciprocate; he seems to be deep in his head, his whole body feeling like a furnace against Farmer.
He only barely even registers when the other comes; it feels like just another shuddering spasm going through his whole body like a cramp.
When he finally does look down, it is actually the sight of that big old mess and the knowledge that Sam came untouched like a good boy, that pushes him over the edge as well.
His growl is hoarse and soft. He must be hurting the kid with how tight he wraps his arms around him, crushing him against his front, but just like the good boy that he is, Sam doesn’t say anything to the contrary.
Just lets Farmer buck wild and without abandon, cock flexing in the tight clasp between his thighs and pumping out hot, gooey strings of cum that get everything sticky and hot.
When he finally does release his grip around Sam’s chest it is accompanied with a huge, gulping breath of air by the young man.
“S’rry,” he slurs, a delicious lethargy overtaking his body.
Sam doesn’t say anything, he just breathes and coasts on the feeling of what just happened apparently.
What a good boy.
