The Farmer Friends – Part 7 [MM] Chapter 4 continued

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr2lcj/the_farmer_friends_part_1_sfw_intro_chapter_1/?)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr36pq/the_farmer_friends_part_2_sfw_chapter_2/?)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr3d4k/the_farmer_friends_part_3_mf_chapter_2_continued/?)
[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr3mrj/the_farmer_friends_part_4_sfw_chapter_3/?)
[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr3o26/the_farmer_friends_part_5_mf_chapter_3_continued/)
[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr3v02/the_farmer_friends_part_6_sfw_chapter_4/?)

**Chapter 4 continued**

After four bucket-fulls of block, the truck bed was empty. He and I were both soaked in sweat with tired backs and tired hands.

We sat down each on a block to rest.

“It is true what they say about many hands,” he said with a laugh. “I doubt Ruthie or Becky would have been much help with that. Thank you.”

I asked him, “what will you use all this block for?”

Charlie replied, “Ruthie asked me to build her an outdoor kitchen and a seating area for when we have a lot of guests over. I was thinking of building a pizza oven here, with a grill next to it, a counter over here, fire pit in the middle and some nice benches around the perimeter.” He pointed to the areas with a piece of grass stem that he had pulled out and was playing with.

“Oh yeah? That sounds like a lot of fun. I’ve always wanted to build my own pizza oven. I’ve just never had a place that I could do it.”

Charlie chuckled and said, “well you’re welcome to help me out when I get to it.”

“You can feed a lot of people with one of those. And if you make your guests do their own pizza, you can avoid a lot of the labor of cooking too.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Sometimes we do have a lot of people. Sometimes we clear out part of the barn and use it for a dance floor,” said Charlie.

Surprised, I said, “you must have some big groups then.”

“We have a group of friends, about twenty, that get together at least once a month. We have costume balls and murder mystery dinners. Stuff that the ladies like to plan.”

With an impressed, “not bad”, expression on my face I nodded.

He continued, “we’re swingers, you know?”

My expression changed quickly as my chin dropped in shock. I thought to myself, “here is a man with nothing to hide.”

He looked up at me and smiled at my surprise. “I’m sure Ruthie would like a piece of your ass later if you are inclined.”

Not sure how to respond, I said, “well… I’d be happy to let her have some. I’ve been fucking her sister though.”

Charlie laughed again, “no surprise there. Becky isn’t shy. We’ll talk about it over dinner. Becky usually shares nicely.”

A thought flashed through my mind, as I glanced over Charlie’s form. “And what about you? Do you get to share in what Becky brings home?”

This time it was Charlie’s turn to be surprised. His mouth opened for half second and then he shut it quickly.

Quietly and thoughtfully, he replied, “I reckon that I do… I reckon.”

He adjusted himself to let some pressure off of his freshly formed erection.

I watched his hand push his erection under his jeans, and I whispered, “let me see.”

Watching me carefully, he stood up, undid his belt and his fly, and then sat back down on the cinder block with his pants at his knees. Dark hair covered his thighs and blended with his pubic hair and the hair on his stomach.

I got up and then kneeled in front of him, pushing his pants down to his ankles and spreading his knees apart. I rubbed my palms across his thick muscular thighs, feeling the curly hair slide under my hand. I ran my fingernails softly across his core and then took his shaft in my hand. He let out a low growl of approval.

I leaned forward to kiss the head of his penis and I could smell the manly musk coming from between his legs. I took a deep breath and felt a shiver of enjoyment race through my body.

With one hand holding his penis at the base, I cupped his balls with the other hand and very gently rolled them. I took the head of his penis in my mouth and begin to bob my head as I stroked up and down with my hand at the bottom half of his penis.

I was hungry for him and I did not have the patience nor felt like it was the right environment to tease him for a while. So I stroked him strong and rhythmically, doing the things to him that I know that I like best.

I pushed my head down over his dick, pulling it in until it pushed on the back of the roof of my mouth, and then I rubbed the rough part of the back of my tongue on the sensitive part at the tip of his penis. The part which I call the man clit.

He responded, grasping both sides of my head and running his fingers through my hair.

“Oh god Sam, I’m going to come.” He tried to pull my head off of himself, assuming that I did not want to swallow his semen, but taking my hand off his testicles, I swatted his hands away from my head.

I put my hand back on his testicles and felt them tighten to his body, with my other hand at the base of his shaft I could feel it thickening and grow very rigid. The shape of the head of his penis grew rigid a my mouth and then the first stream of semen hit the back of my throat. I continued rubbing the back of my tongue on the head of his penis, swallowing at the same time. His male organ was pulsing strongly as I gripped it with my hands and mouth. More semen splashed the back of my mouth, and I slowed the attack of my tongue on his cock.

As his spasms lessened, I continued to stroke him with my hand but pulled my mouth up to his penis’s head and gently sucked it like a lollipop, cleaning the last drops of semen and my spit. I danced the tip of my tongue across his man clit, and then circled the head, enjoying the aftershock shiver it sent through his body.

When his penis went soft to half-mast, I patted it playfully and said “thanks for lunch,” and then looked up at Charlie smiling. He returned my smile and chuckled. “We did skip lunch, didn’t we.”

To my left, where Charlie’s house was about 20 feet away, I heard a window slide open and the voices of two women whooping and cheering.

Charlie’s face turned red, and he started to rise so I sat back to move out of his way. As he stood up, he waved his wife and sister-in-law off with a dismissive gesture. “Come on Sam, let me show you this problem I’ve been having with my well pump.”

I smiled back over my shoulder and waved to the ladies as I followed behind Charlie.

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