CYOA3 – Farmer's Delight – Chapter 14: Innocence Lost

Previously: Sam and Sebastian were horny and looking for a thin excuse to get under Farmer's hands. Farmer takes them gladly.

Content this chapter: multiple orgasms; voyeurism/exhibitionism

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“Hey,” Farmer has his cheek pressed against Sam’s head, nose buried in his unruly, blond hair. He can smell that the other hasn’t showered today, but he does not stink. In fact, his natural scent is quite addicting; there is something sweet to it, though that may be just the remnants of his last shower or cologne.

Farmer pinches the hair of his treasure trail and tugs on it until Sam hisses, coming back from whatever horny plane of existence he had briefly checked off into. “Hey,” he repeats, low and crooning. “Your friend can’t see us properly. Go and adjust the laptop.”

Sam swallows thickly. He looks like it is taking tremendous effort for him to wrap his head around what Farmer asks. Farmer is patient and quiet, just petting the trail of hair beneath Sam’s belly button and nipping at the tip of his flushed ear every now and then because he just can’t help it, can he? These two are too delicious for their own good; so horny and so vulnerable.

Sam more so than Sebastian. Farmer has no doubt that the other has been around the more seedier places of the internet. He’s watched some fucked-up porn, there is no question about it in his mind. Sam, though…

He is all flush and whining and sweet obedience as he fumbles to pull the laptop’s screen down a little until they can see that the preview in the corner of Sebastian’s video feed shows them kneeling on the strawy ground of the barn.

Farmer is staring right into the camera as he pushes Sam’s shirt even higher up, showing off the hint of a six pack and Sam’s broad, flushed-pink chest. There are hairs there too, but they are too light to see with the naked eye. He says that out loud as his fingers gently scratch them lovingly where they sit right in between Sam’s naked pecs.

His nipples are plump from Farmer’s earlier ministrations but still far too pale for his liking. He will change that… but for now he needs to give Sam just a bit of a relief. He’s been such a good toy until now – he needs to be sweet to him in return. If anything then to keep him nice and obedient.

Before he can move, he feels Sam’s hands flutter nervously around him, fingers sweaty and trembling with excitement, curling around Farmer’s wrists. He does not try to pull him off but it’s clear that he has no idea what to do with himself now that they’re on the ground and Farmer is behind him and out of the way of his eager, unsure fumbling.

Farmer chuckles. He lets his hot breath slide right against Sam’s ear until he can hear a pathetic little whine crawling its way out of his throat. His fingers curl tighter around Farmer’s wrist.

“Hands behind your back,” Farmer instructs him gently. “And keep them there, alright?” When Sam hurriedly goes to obey, the eager flush that had bloomed on his cheeks, creeping quickly down his throat to join the pink on his chest, Farmer feels it prudent to add slowly, strangely reluctant: “You can stop me anytime, you know that, right? Like… no hard feelings. I don’t want to traumatize you or anything. We’re just some adults having fun.” He glances over to the laptop where Sebastian is sitting with his mouth agape and showing off the pink slip of his smart little tongue. “Right?” he asks in the direction of the camera, feeling like the worst kind of creep already. And… enjoying it quite a bit.

He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t, he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t. But… why? Just because they were sweet and eager and stumbling over themselves in their need to please him? He hums, nuzzling against the side of Sam’s face, letting him lean all his weight back against him and taking it easily while his hand once more slides down the line of his belly. One finger rounds his belly button in slow, sensual circles when Sebastian finally finds his voice again. Quicker than Sam who seems to be quickly slipping into his own head.

“Yeah. I mean… yeah! It’s… it’s fine, really.” He shifts a little in the screen. Farmer can very faintly hear the creak of his chair as he gets his heels up on the edge of the seat and sits there like a gremlin, his eyes huge and glistening between his knees. “Can you… touch him again?”

Farmer exhales on a soft puff of air. Excitement prickles through his body.

“Oh? You wanna call the shots, pretty boy?” he croons but obediently starts so slide his hand further down still only the one finger with which he had been rounding Sam’s belly button to slide along his painfully hard shaft up to the weeping crown.

Sam whimpers, his hips stuttering, trying to fuck into a warm little hole that wasn’t there.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Farmer scolds in a little sing-song, tapping his fingertip against the crown and feeling Sam flinch with every gentle contact. Slippery, see-through pre-cum is stretching between his finger and Sam’s cock. He moves it away just to see how far the sticky liquid will pull, eyes flicking back up to the screen as Sebastian whines: “Can I? Give orders, I mean.”

He has his arms curled around his thighs, gripping them desperately so he wouldn’t let them drop beneath the edge of the desk where Farmer didn’t want them to be.

Sweet, obedient toys. And so desperately, desperately horny.

“Alright. I’ll bite,” he finally allows. “I’ll play along. For as long as I want, at least.” He presses a playful kiss against Sam’s cheek, hitching his own hips forward to let him feel his own erection pressing against him through their layers of clothing. The heavy fabric of his work clothes pressing down on it is not exactly comfortable, but since coming to the Valley he’s grown quite accustomed to the feeling.

“What do you want me to do, leader?” he asks with a gentle purr in his voice. He can see how Sebastian trembles with excitement. He licks his lips, leaving them shiny and plump from biting down on them so much. He is gorgeous. Absolutely delicious. And so is Sam so sweetly, so obediently waiting for whatever Farmer will give him.

“Touch him,” Sebastian says eagerly now. “Jerk him off, I mean,” he clarifies before Farmer can get a word out. “Slow, though. Like… not get him off.”

“Mmmhh. Your friend is a mean one,” Farmer stage whispers to Sam as he forms a tunnel with his fist, as wide as he can make it, and very gingerly pushes it over Sam’s weeping crown and down his shaft.

Sam’s mouth drops open, wide and panting, little wheezing breaths whistling out out of him. In Farmer’s professional opinion he wouldn’t last more than two minutes. He’s already so desperately keyed up. His hips jerk upwards, trying to fuck the barest hint of pressure. Farmer does not tell him to stop it. There’s nothing really there to fuck; just the barest hint of sensation tickling around his dick.

Farmer’s gaze flicks up. Sebastian is glued to the screen, his mouth hanging open and some near shocking color having bloomed in his cheeks; like he can’t believe they’re actually doing what he told them to do. He can see it going to his head already and smirks.

“Well? Anything else you want me to do? My pretty little toy here is not going to last all that long if I keep it up.” He takes his hand away and Sam sobs. His whole body is tight like a bow string. A long, quivering strand of pre-cum is dripping from the crown. His cock is flushed impossibly red, so shiny it looks like it’s about to pop like a balloon filled with far too much water.

“Please!” he suddenly says; his first word in what feels like forever and it’s a desperate plea for mercy. “Please, please, please, I can’t- I’m gonna-” His hips jerk, cock bouncing like the wagging tail of a dog. He wants it so badly Farmer can taste it. He can feel him trembling, how much he is holding on to what little self-control he has.

So sweet and obedient.

“That’s alright,” Sebastian’s breathy voice suddenly comes out of the speaker. Farmer’s attention snaps back to him. His cheeks are still cherry red but there’s some serene calmness that has descended over him. He’s smiling; not a cheeky little grin or a sarcastic twist of his mouth. An honest to God smile that makes him so unbelievably pretty. “He can take it, you know? He’s like…”

He clenches his arms tighter around his legs, squishing his cheeks between his knees. He looks giddy even as he searches for words. “A hair trigger, you know? He can go again. And again. And maybe again?”

“I-I-I’m not!” Sam stutters. It’s inspirational, really, how he can still muster to be embarrassed with his cock out and looking like such a delicious little mess in such a short amount of time. “I can k-keep it-”

Farmer presses a suckling kiss against his lobe, his fingertips ghosting a tiny brush against Sam’s weeping glans. Sam screams out, trembling, hips trying to pull back to keep from receiving the impossibly gentle touch but nowhere able to go with Farmer plastered against his back.

“You don’t need to,” Farmer whispers into his ear after giving his lobe a gentle little bite. “You can just let go. Sebastian has all the faith in you, right? You can get it up for us again? And again? Hmmm? Come on. You’re so pretty like this. Just let go. For him. For me. For us.”

He closes his hand around Sam’s cock and squeezes.

Sam’s breath stutters. Hitches. There’s a brief second of complete stillness in which Farmer feels Sam’s pulse flutter fast as a baby bird’s in his cock before he suddenly comes with a weak shout that breaks at the edges. His hips jerk forward, backward, dicking into the tight tunnel of Farmer’s hand in fast little rabbit thrusts. His head is thrown back against Farmer’s shoulder, veins popping on the sides of his throat.

He gets out a couple very impressive pumps before it quickly slows down into a lazy drip that trickles warm and sticky across Farmer’s knuckles.

Farmer closes his eyes. He’s surprised to find out affected he is by Sam’s little show. His heart is racing in his chest and he feels sweaty and in need of a good drink. He presses suckling, wet kisses against the hinge of the young man’s jaw until Sam starts to calm down somewhat. His cock is still warm and plump in Farmer’s fist and when he gives it an experimental squeeze, Sam whimpers with oversensitivity – but does not beg for reprieve.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Farmer croons. He gives his ear one last little nip before starting to peel himself off of his back. “Why don’t you get on all fours for me, huh? I think I got something even better for you.”

He glances toward the laptop where Sebastian is sitting with his mouth hanging open and a hot flush on his cheeks. “If our maestro is okay with that?” Farmer purrs teasingly.

Sebastian blinks a few times but somehow it does not help in making his eyes look any less glassy. He shifts a little, his arms still tight around his legs. Probably in an effort to keep them where Farmer can see them and not jerk himself off desperately to the sight of Sam getting worked over by him.

“I uh… why? What are you…” he clears his throat, visibly clawing some sense back to himself. He tilts his head like an inquisitive puppy but his gaze becomes marginally sharper. “What are you planning?”

Farmer huffs, amused. He squeezes Sam’s cock slow and rhythmically as the other still hasn’t quite processes his earlier order and is just coasting on the warm feeling of an orgasm for now.

Indulging Sebastian, he purrs: “I am planning on putting him on his hands and knees like the sweet little animal that he is. And then I am planning on slowly pulling down his pants and spreading his cheeks so I can get a nice, long look at his delicious little cunt. And then I am planning on eating him out until I can start fingering him and rub his prostate until he hears the angels sing for him.” His mouth twitches into an amused grin, fingers stopping on their last squeeze and just holding on to Sam’s overly hot cock in a tight grip. “Is that acceptable, do you think?”

Both Sam and Sebastian groan like they’re dying men. Sam feels like he is vibrating in Farmer’s arms, his hands trembling behind his back. His knuckles turn white with how he’s clutching them together.

He goes down so easy for him. Shuffles around and lets himself slump onto his shoulder with a heavy grunt because he does not take his hands from behind his back to soften the fall. Farmer winces. He leans down next to him, brushing straw blond hair out of Sam’s sweaty, flushed face.

“Hey there.”

Sam blinks slowly. His eyes are feverish looking and he stares at Farmer like he has no idea how the human language even works. Farmer waits, brushing his hair behind his one visible, delicately red ear.

Eventually Sam blinks again and looks marginally more like he is experiencing some thoughts in his overheating skull.

“H-Hey.”

Farmer smirks. “There you are.” He brushes the backs of his fingers against Sam’s cheek. It is so hot and sticky with sweat already. He leans in and presses a kiss there, tongue briefly slipping out to taste the salt of his skin. “You alright? Kinda went down like a sack of rocks.”

Sam bites his bottom lip and starts squirming, visibly embarrassed.

“Y-Yeah, no, I’m… I-I’m alright.”

“You sure? You okay with proceeding?”

Sam groans. He shuffles his knees further apart and arcs his spine downward. Farmer rolls his eyes without much moving his head to stare at the delicious slope and the jut of his ass in the air. Sam’s a natural at this. He can’t believe he got so lucky.

“Yes, please,” he finally gets out. His arms suddenly go slack and slam on the floor. Sam winces. “Ah s-sorry I couldn’t h-hold-”

“That’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Just get comfortable, alright?”

Farmer presses another kiss against Sam’s cheek and briefly watches him nod and get his arms awkwardly up and underneath his head to act like a pillow before he starts to shuffle to his backside. He glances at the laptop to make sure that Sebastian can still see what is happening.

And then he proceeds.

.o.

The two are horny and nervous; that’s Farmer’s take on the matter, anyway. He can’t believe they would spend the whole night together being needy and turned on and still Sam would be this tight and untouched.

His hole is the same shade of embarrassed pink as his ear when Farmer spreads his cheeks wide and gets a nice, slow lick across it.

There’s a cacophony of noise that greets the action and he does not believe all of it comes from Sam. Sebastian is practically glued to his screen, living vicariously through his friend. Thinking it over some more, Farmer had come to the conclusion that Sebastian would probably even have elected to decline the offer of coming here and getting a hands on show.

He seems like enough of a shy recluse that he’d get off on simply watching and from the reaction he gets, he seems to have been right on the money.

“Give it to him,” Sebastian’s almost-whisper floats down to him from above. When Farmer pauses, just having to compute what he heard, Sebastian tags on a nervous ‘please’.

Farmer gives the trembling muscle another lick and then lifts his head, peering at the screen. Sebastian’s face is hot red and shining with sweat now. Farmer can’t help but think that his cock would take on the same sheen; look just as desperate and pathetic, slicked up with pre-cum.

“What should I give him? I’m already tonguing him open,” Farmer croons. He shifts his fingers over, thumb gently brushing across the little muscle until Sam hiccups. He pushes inside and Sam hiccups again, though this time it tapers off into a desperate moan. “I can give him my fingers, I suppose,” he continues laconically; like his own dick isn’t trying to burst out of his overalls, throbbing and angry and so very desperate for a warm pussy to dive into.

Sebastian squirms on his seat but Farmer has little pity for him. He can use his grown-up words if he wants to call the shots.

“Your cock,” he says, the word sounding so succinct on his tongue. His dark eyes are bright and shiny with need. “Give him your cock. Fuck him. I want to… I want to watch you deflowering him.”

Sam whimpers. He is hiding his face in his arms and thrusting his ass up, trying to push the thumb deeper, though it is already up to the second knuckle. Farmer indulges him even so, crooking it inside his clenching, hot grip to give him something to focus on while he is hashing out the details with Sebastian.

“Mmmhh… so you really didn’t fuck each other yet?”

Sebastian sucks his lips briefly. When they pop out of his mouth they’re plump and dark and shiny with spit and all too distracting; moving with Farmer barely hanging on to the words he’s saying.

“We’re just… friends. We uhm… fool around a little sometimes. Nothing big.”

He tries so hard to sound cool but his desperately hot flush is more than telling. Farmer hums, pulls out his thumb and licks his pointer and middle finger briefly to get everything nice and perfectly wet before starting to try and fit those inside Sam’s barely opened hole.

Sam howls like it’s a red hot poker being driven into his guts. Farmer would be concerned if the young man wasn’t throwing back his hips, trying to spear himself some more, nails getting so very dirty as he claws at the barn floor now.

Farmer grabs him around the hips, trying to keep him still as he pushes his knuckles into the muscles, spreading them open; trying to force them into submission. Sam is too nervous to really work along with him, though, and spit is not good enough of lube to really ease the glide in any way shape or form, so when his impromptu bed partner starts to whine in the not-so-pleasurable way, Farmer exhales in a rush and pulls his fingers back.

“Wait here,” he orders with a cracked, stern voice. He gets up on unsteady legs, his cock leading the way out of the barn and back into his house so he can grab a bottle of lube. Had he known that he’d get to take the virginity of a horny little slut today, he would have been prepared in the first place, but alas…

When he gets back, Sam is in the same position; but he must have moved because he’s completely naked now; showing off how much his flush can creep across his body and how stark his freckles are standing out against the red.

He’s also got his t-shirt stuffed between his teeth, obediently drooling into it while touching his own hole; fitting just the tips of two fingers in because the position he’s in is too awkward for more and he probably just wants to keep himself nice and open for when Farmer returns…

Sebastian is still in much the same position as well, though there’s a wild look in his eyes that makes Farmer think all that happened in the scant few minutes he’s been away has been orchestrated by this horny little bastard.

He smirks at him and Sebastian has the audacity to smirk back. His fingers are at his lips, tracing around them over and over again. In Farmer’s opinion they look like they’re shining wet and like Sebastian had been sucking on them just a second or two ago but for now they are no longer in his mouth and he’s saying with a raspy voice: “Kept him warm for you.”

Farmer barks out a laugh. He goes to his knees behind Sam and brushes a soothing hand along his spine. “Appreciate it.”

Sam whimpers. His hole looks desperately red after all the dry play and is clenching and gasping around his fingers as Farmer stares at it while squeezing slick onto his fingers and warms them up.

“Tell me again,” he says, voice dipped deep and rumbling. He can feel it physically growling out of his chest. “You want this, right? You can stop anytime.”

Sebastian makes a squawking sound of protest but a glare from Farmer quells that into a mulish look. He pops his fingers into his mouth after all like that is comforting for him.

The sight is nice; nice enough to make Farmer soften his look a little, staring Sebastian down as he assures Sam with a low croon: “You can stop anytime. I just want to make you feel good.”

He drags his fingers across Sam’s pussy, dipping two tips inside and feeling the unbearable heat that greets him.

Sam sounds… desperate, yeah, but dreamy as well. He has his head on his arms again and stretches his back like a kitten. “Please more,” he says, sweet and obedient as can be. So well-mannered.

He presses deeper inside, his fingers gentle and warm inside Sam’s clenching, hot body. His muscles are trembling, testing out how it feels ot be spread on fingers that know so intimately well how to pull pleasure out of him. He then starts to pull him into his body deeper.

Farmer usually doesn’t go for this amount of affectionate but he can’t help but lean down and press slow, sucking kisses against the small of Sam’s back while he tries to fit a third finger into him.

Sam whimpers but it’s a sound utterly made from lust. Over the laptop’s speakers, Farmer can hear the wet sucking sound of Sebastian practically deep-throating his own fingers; just desperate and horny and trying to save off the desperate lust somehow without outright disobeying and taking his own cock in hand.

He’s obedient in his own right, though not as sweetly docile as Sam is. He wants to be, though. That much is blatantly obvious. He wants to be sweet and docile and follow instructions and be loved for it. His eyes are dark and hungry whenever Farmer glances over to him.

He knows that, in time, he will give him just what he is giving Sam now. His undivided attention. A memory on which he can look back later and feel warm and cherished.

Farmer shuffles close, his hands sticky with lube leaving smears on Sam’s skin as he grabs his hips and holds him nice and still for the slow, delirious drag of his cock through his crack, the glans catching against his swollen, loose muscles on every pass.

He’s spent so long preparing him and easing his muscles to become soft and pliant for him that he’s started to get worried about Sam’s joints on the unforgiving hard packed dirt of the barn.

The cows have wandered in every now and then, curious and then seemingly immediately disgusted and retreating again. It’s amusing but nothing that holds his attention more than the feeling of popping his tip into Sam and feel how deliciously soft and warm he is. How wonderfully pliant his muscles stretch and invite him in.

How he whimpers into his arms, high-pitched and desperate because he can’t wrap his head around how impossibly full he is. Farmer can relate. He still remembers his first time well. How he’d felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull and how his breath had been stolen right from his lungs as his muscles stretched wide to accommodate cock.

He had been so utterly certain that his body was not meant for this kind of stretch, and he can feel the same mindless panic rising in Sam now like an inevitable wave. His voice is breaking as he suddenly arches his back and gets up on one elbow, the other arm jerking back to grab Farmer by the hip, begging: “S-Stop! Stop, stop, i-it- it won’t fit!”

And Farmer finds that history repeats itself over and over again because he puts a soothing hand between the young man’s shoulder blades and rumbles just like a long lost lover all those years ago: “But it’s already inside. Just breathe. Everything is fine, I promise.”

Sam is staring at him with one wild eye over his shoulder. The flush is sitting high on his cheekbones and his wild blond hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead. Farmer stays put; he neither pulls back nor pushes further in, patiently waiting for the other to stop freaking out and engage his brain once more.

He can see the lucidity coming back to his glistening eye with each and every blink until the tension leaves his body and he slowly slides back down onto one shoulder, though his hand is still pressed against Farmer’s hip, fingers digging into his clothes; because he never fully divested himself off them.

“Okay,” Sam finally allows, though his voice is a bit wobbly. “But… but go slow, alright?”

Farmer smirks, indulgent. He feels like he’s hearing those words echoed in his own voice some twenty-plus years ago.

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else,” he croons and slowly begins inching his hips forwards. He’s slow and gentle just like his own first time lover had been and he thinks about it as ‘paying it forwards’ just second to being a decent human being.

Sam keeps making those soft little sounds; desperate and needy and hitching whenever Farmer nudges yet a bit deeper inside him. At some point – he is sure for Sam it feels like an eternity has already passed – Sam suddenly curls his back upwards in an arch and he whines explosively: “A-Aren’t you done yet?”

Farmer barks out a laugh. He still has that one grounding hand planted between Sam’s shoulder blades and is slowly, soothingly rubbing it along his spine. “I’m only about halfway in,” he informs him mildly and then continues over the despairing groan: “Just relax and enjoy yourself, hmn? Tell me how it feels.”

“Full,” comes the immediate response. Despite how obedient and docile Sam has been the whole time, there is a hint of petulance now creeping into his voice. His muscles keep nervously clenching, feeling around the cock spreading him open and Farmer pauses dutifully every time to let him try and get used to the feeling as a whole.

“H-How do you think it feels? It’s like… like… f-fu-” he cuts himself off before the swear really makes it out. Like despite being an adult he still gets skittish about breaking a rule his parents must have made decades ago.

Sweet and obedient and docile.

“...Like?” Farmer prompts softly, his voice clicking on an almost purr, his eyes boring into the side of Sam’s face. His eyes are glittering and feverish, his mouth working on words that seem hellbent on staying lodged in his throat.

Eventually he squeaks out: “Like a baseball bat or something. G-God-- it’s s-so big.”

He’s slurring and sounding drunk and it’s entirely too much of a boost for Farmer’s ego. He shouldn’t be indulging himself like this. A man could get addicted to what these two whores are offering.

He chances a sidelong glance at Sebastian and sees how he seems to be frozen in time. Just staring, mouth agape, watching Sam get cock while he has to sit there and be a good boy about it.

“Go on,” Farmer tells him. “You can touch yourself. You’ve been patient enough.”

Sebastian whines. The sound does not only go through Farmer like a hot knife – Sam is reacting too. His insides screw so tight around him for a moment that it takes Farmer’s breath away. His eyes slide shut, fingers digging harsh bruises into Sam’s hips. He won’t be able to go bathing for a couple of days after this. Not with polite company around, at least.

Unless he wants the gossip vine in town to light up like a bush fire, one person telling the other how there are ten distinct fingerprint bruises pressed into his slutty hips-

Sam relaxes and Farmer does not think about it, he just shoves. He holds Sam tight and grits his teeth and does not warn him about how he pushes the last couple of inches of cock right into him, sliding as deep as it will go and finally managing to spear the other completely on dick.

For all that he was not gentle about it, Sam takes it on the chin like a pro. He makes a wheezing little sound in the back of his throat, something cute and sweet like oh and then he’s just quiet and kneeling there.

Farmer stares at his face. Sam got a thousand yard stare going, his mouth hanging open, lips wet and plump and everything stuck seemingly in a limbo.

When nothing happens for the longest time, he starts to slowly pull back. That seems to resume whatever is left of the young man’s thought processes because he gasps in a breath, then another, then starts to stretch and arc his back downward like a cat, arms stretching out long and sinuous in front of him. Farmer is amused. It does look like Sam is somewhat trying to pull away from the dicking but he is, in fact, staying right where Farmer has put him.

Once Sam has found a position he seems to be satisfied with, Farmer leans over him, hand brushing against his spine up to his nape and back down again, slow and soothing like that could distract Sam from the feeling of the cock slowly reaming him. Nice and gentle and unhurried.

They’re not on the run no matter how uncomfortable the hart packed dirt floor of the barn might be on at least Farmer’s knees.

Sam doesn’t seem to even notice it. He’s just breathing deep and wet, his eyes heavy lidded and far away from what Farmer can see. His insides keep clenching every now and then but not in a concerning way. It’s simply him reacting to the feeling of getting fucked by his first cock and that is more than alright in Farmer’s book.

The tight drag through Sam’s silky, hot insides is more than enough to make Farmer feel like he’s getting addicted to the young man all over again. He feels his cock flexing inside him and Sam makes a low keening sound, moving his head and smearing his wet lips against the second knuckle of his thumb once, twice, then latching on and suckling against it in lieu of putting his whole thumb between his lips, Farmer surmises.

That’s kind of… that’s really…

He’s not prepared for how hot he thinks the sight is.

“Bit of an oral fixation, hmmn?” he croons low, hips snapping harder than the last few times and startling a little hiccup out of Sam. The other rolls his eyes trying to peer at Farmer behind him without turning his head much. There are no thoughts in his deep blue eyes and Farmer doubts he even really understands what is being said to him at this moment.

He’s just going through the motions of being an actual human being when really he’s just coasting on feelings and sensations and has been doing so for the past few minutes.

At some point he does a squeaky little sigh and when Farmer reaches down just a minute or two later, thinking that he could try and jerk him off while he fucks him, he encounters a wet, half-hard cock with a line of cum still trembling from the tip.

Farmer exhales roughly and leans a little to the side to peer down and… sure enough, there’s a fresh puddle of cum beneath Sam’s heaving belly. he hadn’t even made so much as a peep of overstimulation.

“Oh?” Farmer croons. He presses his hips tight against Sam’s ass, grinding his cock in a small little circular motion that has the other whimpering. “Came for us this quick, hmm? Seems like your little friend was just right about your potency… you’re already on your way back to an erection. Shit, the wonders of youth… ah, you make me so jealous.” He gives another little thrust; just a quick snap back-and-forward. The wet cock in his loose fist twitches and grows warmer by the second, Sam drooling around the now sloppy seal he’s got on the point of his thumb’s second knuckle.

There are a few tears glistening at the corners of his droopy looking eyes but he does not tell Farmer to stop. He does not whine and squirm and generally make a ruckus. He just stays right where he is, balanced on his knees on the hard, hard ground and accepts that Farmer plays with his undoubtedly oversensitive cock.

It only takes a few more thrusts and Farmer lightly pinching Sam’s foreskin between thumb and forefinger to rub it and feel how silky and soft it feels for the young man to get hard again and breathe heavy around his not-sucking-his-thumb.

There’s a whine coming from the speakers to Farmer’s side but Sebastian will have to deal with it himself for now. He feels his own patience starting to run thin, especially when he feels Sam relaxing that last little bit and just starting to accept the dicking.

His insides are hot and soft and dragging deliciously against Farmer’s cock when he begins to properly fuck him. Now careful back-and-forth inching, no stopping in increments to let the other get used to the feeling.

He lets go of his cock and grabs him by the hips, smearing cum and pre-cum and lube against Sam’s skin as he starts to lay into him. His brows furrow, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

Sam whimpers, eyes rolling into his skull. He sounds like he doesn’t have the energy for anything louder or more bombastic. He finally stops suckling his fingers and hides his face in his stacked arms. There’s a fine sheen of sweat now slicking his back. His hair looks golden in the warm light filtering in through the hatches of the barn.

Farmer can’t help but reach out and spear his fingers through it; gently petting Sam as he fucks him faster and harder.

“You can do it again,” he whispers, voice almost steady. “Just one last time. For me. You can do it just one more time.”

Sam sobs, breath hitching, insides trembling and growing tighter – and then he does come one last time, hot and eager, muscles clenching tight and cupping Farmer’s cock until he, too spills himself.

What an absolutely fantastic morning.