CYOA3 – Farmer's Delight – Chapter 13: Losing Innocence

Previously: Farmer found out who carried him home from his adventure at Clint's and he immediately thanks his 'savior' profusely :).

Content this chapter: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism; cam play.

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“You’re up awfully early for this,” Farmer comments mildly as he steps out of his house and blinks up at the soft morning light. Summer is starting to wind down and the air is picking up a cold edge that warrants a light jacket. He can’t be bothered to fuss with it, though, so he just sucks it up for the moment, shuddering briefly the chill out of his system.

Sam is standing there on his porch, a laptop hugged to his chest as if it were a shield. He’s almost Farmer’s height but somehow manages to look like a schoolboy, already flushing and looking anywhere but at Farmer’s face.

“Ugh it’s more like… late for us? I was at Sebastian’s and we were brainstorming about…” he falters and makes a lame little gesture with his hand, vaguely indicating the farm.

Farmer smirks, his interest now piqued. He stays right where he is instead of immediately brushing past Sam and leading him toward the barn as he had been about to do. He’s interested where this will go.

Sam swallows, his Adam’s Apple bobbing visibly; and now that Farmer’s attention is drawn to his neck he can see the purpling bruise that is just about peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

His smirk stretches into a grin. Sam’s blue eyes flick toward him, see his grin and quickly slide off again; as if he were a sweet little prey animal that didn’t want to be found out by the big, bad predator.

“You were brainstorming, hmn?” Farmer says with as mild a voice as he can muster. He tries not to sound throaty. Not like he’s already getting interested again in the sex lives of these two young men. Have they fucked by now? It’s been a few weeks. He can’t imagine that they haven’t been so desperately needy and pent up since getting teased and played with by him that they wouldn’t have tried to stick it into each other’s sweet little holes.

He presses his tongue against his upper teeth, forcing himself to take a deep, calming breath through his nose. It’s too early to get hot and bothered because of these two sluts.

Sam has flushed a fine sheen of red, sweat glistening on his forehead. He is still not quite looking at Farmer as he clutches the laptop tighter and nods. “Uh huh.”

Farmer waits just a second longer, lets him stew in it, before he shrugs one shoulder and finally pushes past the young man. He’s not quite sure what they have planned but he’s certain that it will be fun either way.

He can’t deny that the last few encounters he’s had left him deliciously ready for some sweet little things to play with. Two young men that were just endlessly horny and had too much time on their hands to stew in it were the exact things that he needed right now.

The barn is nice and warm; there are only two animals inside as of yet but their body heat has been gathering along with the Summer warmth and is keeping the structure inside toasty. The barn door is wide open but the two cows are don’t make a move to wander outside for the fresh, juicy grass as of yet, just groggily waking from their own sleep as they lift their heads and peer toward Farmer and Sam entering.

They are sweet girls and the perfect first cows for an inexperienced Farmer as him. He needs to bring Marnie a bottle of wine; or maybe, considering Shane, something non-alcoholic would be more tactful. She definitely deserved something for picking out these two.

Farmer gestures for Sam in a vague ‘go on, do your thing’ gesture and wanders over to one of the cows. She slowly swivels her huge skull toward him and the moment he is close enough, presses her flat forehead into his chest, looking for affection which he gives freely. Slowly scratching her behind the ears he finds himself smiling slowly. He’s been here for half a year now and despite all the debauchery he’s unexpectedly found – or rather, probably brought – here in the Valley, he realizes that he is actually genuinely happy here.

Or maybe… well… not despite the debauchery. He enjoys it too much at the end of the day. He had somewhat expected himself to become… celibate or something upon packing his bags and arriving here and finding that he had more than one willing body to play with him had been a relieve he had not really been aware of until now. Until actually pausing a moment to think about it.

He feels a vague sense of shame wanting to creep in at the edges but he shrugs it off easy enough. He’s a slut at heart; there’s nothing shameful about it. Not really.

“Yeah, this is a good spot.” The sound of Sam’s voice pulls Farmer out of his reverie. He twists as much as he can without dislodging the cow’s head, and sees that Sam has wandered over into the opposite corner of the barn. He’s climbed on one of the partitions of the loose cow stalls and is fiddling around with the camera with one hand while peering at the screen of the laptop he has perched on a hay bale.

“Well? What are you two on about?” Farmer asks, mildly amused at the youthful enthusiasm he can see on Sam’s face.

“Uh…” Sam looks confused for a second, like he’s managed to forget Farmer even was there to begin with. He looks over from his perch, awkwardly straddling the low, wooden stall wall that he had helped put there in the first place. The way he is turned, Farmer has a nice view of his perky ass in his bright washed jeans and his blue eyes look pretty and innocent as they peer at him over his shoulder.

“Sebastian had another look at the cameras and noticed that they had the whole barn in view and that was uh… he said it would probably be better to just have a dedicated little space where you could bring the cows explicitly to milk. For privacy’s sake and all that jazz.”

Farmer blinks slowly. He had honestly not even considered checking over where Sebastian had put his cameras and what they could and could not see. It’s weird, honestly; but maybe living in the Valley has already made him as sweetly trusting as the rest of the villagers here.

It’s difficult to think about anything heinous going on in the world when faced with such a peaceful, friendly community.

“Oh… yeah, that sounds… uh…” he trails off briefly, feeling embarrassed at his own naivete, “...good thinking, guys.”

Sam flushes a pretty pink at the praise. “Sebastian suddenly thought of it,” he murmurs, glancing down at the laptop on the hay bale.

Farmer follows his line of sight and he can’t see too clearly but there’s something moving on the screen. He pats the cow one last time and wanders over to Sam who looks nervous but not in a caught kind of way. He simply looks flustered at Farmer approaching on him, his fingers curling into the front of his t-shirt and his eyes flicking from Farmer to the laptop and back again.

Farmer leans on the wooden divider and smirks when he realizes that Sam and Sebastian are actually video chatting right now. He lifts his hand, wiggling his fingers in greeting at the pale face looking back at him and quickly flushing the same shade of pink that Sam had upon seeing him.

He looks like he is sitting at his desk but his shoulders and chest are naked. His skin is glowing sickly pale in the light of his screen and he seems to realize that because he suddenly jerks back and pulls on a string along the bare brick wall behind him, ostensibly pulling a tiny curtain from a tiny window up high because more natural light filters in and makes him look less like a lab specimen and more like a man that rarely goes out into the sun.

His flush is deepening on his cheeks and he slowly lifts his hand to wave back at Farmer.

“Uh… hey,” his voice comes out, a little soft and tinny through the speakers of the laptop.

Farmer nudges Sam and after startling a little, he slides off his perch on the dividing wall and pushes a button that increases Sebastian’s volume.

“Morning,” Farmer croons, leaning his chin on his hand, elbow braced on the stall wall as he watches Sebastian. With him not wearing a shirt he can see all the pretty little markings that are blooming along his collar bones and his neck. Farmer can’t help the slow grin creeping over his features. “You two are having a long night, huh? Aren’t you too tired to fiddle around with my cameras?”

Sam is still crouching by the laptop and they’re both just looking up at him with equal expressions of sweet little prey animals caught in front of a predator. Farmer smirks, a warm sensation creeping down into his stomach.

He’s probably enjoying their awkwardness far more than he should but it simply shows that they grew up in this place and he can’t help but be tantalized by it.

By the thought of them spending the night squeezed together on Sebastian’s narrow bed, touching and kissing and suckling on each other’s skin until their mouths are swollen and red…

Now that he’s looking, Sam definitely looks like he ate some popsicle.

Farmer would like to renew that aesthetic as soon as possible.

“It’s not that big’a deal,” Sebastian sniffs. He’s got himself back under control faster than Sam has, feigning indifference despite the flush creeping down his throat and making the hickeys on his chest stand out even more. Farmer’s smirk deepens. It feels like it is etching itself deep into his skull at this point. “I was just checking out the feed and realized that we maybe went a bit overboard with the angles.”

“Mmmh that’s alright. I like your enthusiasm,” Farmer purrs.

Sam makes a strangled little sound; almost a squeak. He looks like he wants to squirm but really tamps down on it hard. What that amounts to is him squeezing his thighs together and making them bulge in the most delicious way. He’s wearing shorts that are rather loose and Farmer wonders how he would react if he were to slowly slip his fingers up one of his shorts legs; tickling the inside of his thigh and seeing how far up he can reach before he is stopped.

“You’re both such good boys,” Farmer murmurs. “I feel like I’m not paying you enough for your services. Mmhhh… Whatever should I do.”

He taps a finger against his bottom lip, eyes lowered as he watches the both of them. It’s a shame Sebastian is so far away, but there is something exciting about him watching, leaning forward like he wants to physically be closer, mouth hanging slightly agape.

Farmer turns his head to glance at the open barn door. The cows have by now made their way outside. He does not think anybody will wander in here at this time of day. He rarely gets visitors as is – what would be the odds of someone walking in while he’s having fun with two sweet, horny sluts?

He trails around the partition, enjoying the way their eyes are stuck on him, stunned – eager – silence keeping them frozen in place. Like they can not really wrap their heads around the fact that they would actually get what they have come here so clearly for. And so easy, too.

Farmer glances at the screen, wondering if Sebastian is even breathing at this point, and stretches a hand out toward Sam. The young man hesitates for about a second before he reaches up and clasps Farmer’s hand, letting himself get pulled onto his feet.

Farmer pulls him in by the grip he has on him, one hand cradling the side of his jaw, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. He can see Sam’s pupils blowing wide and feel his breath stuttering against his own mouth when he leans in smoothly and kisses him nice and slow.

Just a chaste press of lips, dragging against each other. The second the young man opens for him nice and eager, his tongue slipping out all too cheeky, Farmer pulls back again. He grins crookedly, his tongue swiping against his now wet lips and eyes sliding down to take in Sebastian’s reaction to it.

The other looks shellshocked, his mouth hanging slightly agape, his torso tilting forward like he wants to physically crawl into the screen and get to them.

“Can you see us well?” Farmer asks him as he lets a hand slide down Sam’s back, urging him to lean up against him until his spine is curved nice and delicious. His ass is perky; a beautiful hand full for Farmer to grip and squeeze and force a strangled little sound of desperation out of Sam’s throat.

Sam’s head is against his shoulder, his breath fanning hot and moist against Farmer’s throat. It would not take all that long for the young man to get brave enough to start mouthing and sucking at him. He’s prolific enough at producing hickeys, that much is obvious from the ones littering Sebastian’s pale skin.

Sebastian looks frozen. For a second Farmer thinks the video feed has got scrambled at the least opportune moment, but then Sebastian suddenly leans back with a huge, heaving sigh and nods. His hands are just about visible at the lower edge of the screen, holding on to his desk in a white-knuckled grip.

He is flushing a deeper shade of red.

“Keep watching, will you?” Farmer croons. “I have a special little performance planned just for you.”

Sam has inched his way closer to Farmer’s neck. He’s starting to suck wet little kisses into his skin but pauses now with his tongue out and about to trace nonsensical patterns into Farmer’s neck.

“What do you mean?” he asks, sweet and naive and looking tasty enough to eat when he leans back to peer at Farmer’s face. The freckles on his skin are standing out stark and all too pretty. His hair looks like it hasn’t seen a brush in days; wild and thick and falling into his youthful expression of hopeful eagerness.

Farmer reaches up and brushes it out of his eyes. He finger combs it nice and slow as he leans back down. Actions speak louder than words, after all, don’t they?

He kisses Sam again and this time he opens his mouth in a slow, decadent motion for him when Sam laps at him with puppy eager energy.

He tightens his fingers in the back of Sam’s head, pulling on his hair just enough to make him start squirming and get him to let himself become nice and loose for Farmer to direct however he wants him to be.

Farmer turns the young man’s head, pushing back with his own tongue and dipping deep into his mouth. He performs a cursory swipe against the other’s teeth; all slick and even and with sharp edges that he could use to bite down hard but does not. He remains sweet and open, clinging now to Farmer’s chest, trembling fingers digging into his shirt as if he would crumble down without it’s support holding him upright.

Farmer tilts his head, dips in even deeper, pulls Sam’s head back to bear down on him as he slides against the ribbed roof of his mouth and the pathetic little flutter of his overwhelmed tongue. It is so silky soft; it would feel like a red carpet lapping against his cock, he just knows it.

Luxurious and overeager, fuelled by the need to be a good boy and to show him that he can be worth his while.

If only he knew how thoroughly he already has Farmer charmed. Both of them have. They are sweet little sirens twisting about him and enamoring him with their slutty insecurity. They want to spread their legs so badly for him but still need that little push to the last.

He briefly wonders if he should do it here and now; in the warm barn still smelling of cow manure and straw. He could lie Sam down right here on the ground and Sam would thank him for it. He’d be dumb in his eagerness, get himself wrapped up in his clothes because he’d be unable to figure out how to work their holes.

How to work anybody’s hole.

Farmer smiles at his thoughts, slowly pulling back from the kiss. It’s become filthy and wet and there’s drool slicking down Sam’s chin and a line of it still connecting Farmer’s tongue to his bottom lip until he breaks it.

Sam looks… debauched already. His face is so flaming hot, Farmer can feel it radiating off of him. His pretty blue eyes look glassy and like he has trouble keeping them open, much less focusing on anything.

His heavy, panting gasps are echoed by the laptop next to them. Farmer blinks slowly. He’s almost forgotten about their audience.

Almost.

He turns his head, still keeping it close to Sam who is just struggling to wrap his head around what is happening. Or maybe to simply understand his own impossible need that has swelled so suddenly and is threatening to bury him under its weight.

Sebastian is still sitting like a good pet, his mouth hanging open, eyes just as dazed as Sam’s – but so much darker. They look like chasms; ready to let Farmer look to the very depths of his soul.

Bare it all to him… just like that.

Farmer smirks. He twists Sam around, moving them until the young man’s back is pressed against his front. He curls his arms around him, hands dropping unceremoniously to his pants and playing with the button until he feels Sam’s scrambled brain catching up with the motion and hears him whine all high-pitched and reedy.

Farmer kisses the side of his neck, his eyes stuck on the visual of Sebastian watching them with rapt attention. One of his hands has dropped out of sight and his bicep keeps bunching up suspiciously…

“Hands where I can see them,” Farmer rasps. Sam, amusingly, lifts his hands up like a burglar, holding them pathetically at his shoulders as Farmer pops open the buttons of his jeans and very slowly starts to drag down the zipper.

He can already feel the heat of Sam’s cock radiating out against his knuckles.

On the screen, Sebastian follows suit after a second of hesitation in which he probably needed to make sure that he was the one being spoken to. Or for the command to reach is slowly cooking brain.

His face twists but he clenches his fingers around the edge of the table where Farmer can see them.

He chuckles into the side of Sam’s neck, tongue briefly flicking out to trace one of the hickies left behind on his pale skin before he croons: “You two are so incredibly obedient… I can’t believe that I would have found two adorable puppies like you here. So eager to please. So pretty while you whine and beg for attention.”

Sam does whine then, biting his bottom lip, his blush so furious its heat almost rivals the one radiating off of the cock in his underwear.

Sebastian looks unmoving on the screen. Even his dark eyes are just stuck and Farmer wonders what exactly he is looking at. Is he staring at his friend’s face and how deliciously cumdumb he already looks without having even been touched properly yet?

Or is he watching as Farmer’s long, agile fingers gently slip into the open slit of Sam’s shorts and help his desperately hard erection to slide free?

Farmer hooks his chin over Sam’s shoulder and looks down his body.

“You have a gorgeous cock,” he comments in a low, crooning voice, fingertips trailing teasingly along Sam’s shaft and up to his weeping tip. It is flushed like his face is; a bit of moisture is glistening in the sweet little divot of his piss slit. When Farmer gently wipes it away to slick it down against his overheating skin, Sam sounds like he is about to choke on his own tongue. He still has his hands up at his shoulders and Farmer marvels at what a perfectly natural submissive this man is.

Is he aware of his own tendencies? Has he even started to unplug the depths of what he is willing to do just for a shred of praise and some attention?

“Good pet,”  murmurs Farmer in a low, soothing voice; just loud enough, he hopes, for the microphones of the laptop to pic up. He flicks a brief glance up at Sebastian. Seeing him still sitting there, seemingly frozen in time and space, he focuses his attention fully on Sam once more.

He slowly lets go of his cock entirely and lifts his hand, offering him up his palm. “Lick,” he orders and Sam does not hesitate for even a second to lean in and drag his tongue in a slow, luxurious motion against Farmer’s palm.

Over and over again, his eyes looking far and distant, his flush still firmly in place. His lips are cherry red and swollen. They look so delicious that Farmer finds himself kissing the hinge of Sam’s jaw and testing his teeth against it because it is either that or derail the whole moment by kissing him senseless.

Sam’s eyes flutter closed on a low groan. He’s frozen to the spot, radiating heat and waiting for Farmer to tell him what to do. What to feel. What to be for him.

Farmer exhales in a rough puff of air, his tongue briefly tracing against the spot he’s nibbled on, feeling the intoxicating scratch of a bit of stubble. Sam really did come straight from a night of rutting and squirming and being horny with his friend. He did not even pause to shave himself-

“There you go. You’re being so good for me like this,” Farmer whispers as he reaches down with his now-wet hand. He wraps it around Sam’s cock. It kicks in his grip, warm and eager, and its master jerks simultaneously with a broken little whine bursting out of him.

He’s hot and almost thrumming against Farmer’s front, his hips doing little shimmies from left to right and then from front to back like he can’t quite wrap his head around the motions he should be making.

Not that he should be moving in any which way. Farmer smirks slowly, breathing hot right against Sam’s ear until he hears him squeak, then whispers: “Stay still. I didn’t tell you you could fuck my fist, did I?”

Sam’s mouth closes with a soft click. He swallows audibly and then slowly shakes his head ‘no’ while he visibly pulls himself together to stop the squirming that has overtaken his body.

His cock is pulsing in Farmer’s motionless grip, more moisture beading at the slit which after staying still for a second longer just to make sure Sam knew who was in charge, Farmer gathered once again on his fingertips and slicked against his skin.

“You’re so hot in my hand,” Farmer comments; a little louder again for Sebastian’s benefit, though his eyes are stuck on the side of Sam’s face, trying to catch any micro expression fluttering across his flushed, sweaty features. It wouldn’t do to accidentally step too far and make either of them uncomfortable by pushing too hard too fast.

They don’t look uncomfortable, though; both are rosy cheeked and panting and their lips are looking so deliciously kissable that Farmer feels a tug of desire behind his sternum at how far Sebastian is away. Too far to touch and play with, in any case.

He presses his hips against Sam’s back, so much taller than the young man that he is rutting along his spine as he hunches over his shoulder and watches his lovely cock twitch in his relatively loose grip. Sam does not need much, it seems. He’s already breathing so fast and labored that the air leaves his lungs in whistling little slides.

His fingers have curled into his palms, hands still up at his shoulders and Farmer thinks that it’s just so cute-

“You’re precious,” he murmurs, just loud enough still for the laptop’s microphone to pick up. He slides his free hand underneath his shirt and idly rubs at the trail of crisp, dark blonde hairs that is growing underneath his bellybutton. Sam exhales, his hips slowly tilting forward, his mouth opening wider.

When Farmer gently scratches his treasure trail, Sam’s knees start buckling. Farmer laughs in surprise; a breathy little sound as he quickly grabs Sam around the middle and helps him down on his knees.

“You’re so sensitive,” he croons, eyes trailing from Sam’s panting profile to Sebastian on the screen, biting his bottom lip and squirming on his chair while clutching at the edge of the table like he is about to rip the thing in half.

Farmer lowers his eyelids halfway, gaze far away and contemplative as he goes through his options with those two horny little sluts he’s got at his disposal.

He could keep things going as they are now; play with Sam while Sebastian stews in his own horniness, basically whining like a bitch in heat for Farmer to allow him to touch himself.

Or he could… move things. Frog march Sam over to Sebastian’s home or order the little nerd to come here where everything is nice and private and no mother or father would be able to overhear their grown son getting absolutely wrecked by their friendly neighborhood Farmer.

Oh… decisions, decisions…