The Farmer’s Son

The End...

Emma left the funeral alone. “Please, please, give me a minute and please don't follow me”

Emma was devastated when she walked into her empty kitchen. Her eyes searched all the memories, familiar, happy, sad. She fell into a chair and shook violently. She couldn't believe he was gone.

Seven years earlier, Joe woke the morning with hard wood after his fling with the doctor. He lay awake unsure of his feelings. His hard-on clouded his judgment. Joe smelled his fingers, cock, musk, man, as he violently jerked his huge cock. His ass was still swollen from the rough ride Doc gave him. His sore ass turned him on most as he jerked and smelled his fingers, shooting his wad directly into his waiting and open mouth twice, then his chin, chest and strings on his belly. He lay there, thinking about what he wanted, how he felt. Until now, it was all about pleasure. He missed Dell. Would he ever see him again? 

Joe wiped off and quickly dressed. He never showered before work and he knew today would be long and hard. He grabbed a biscuit as he heard the tractor roar outside. Joe ran out the door and watched Dell move toward the east field. Joe ran to him, excited, happy, anxious. Dell didn't stop. Joe jumped on and tried to stop him. He grabbed him. They struggled. Joe turned the key off and they rolled off and onto the ground as Dell protested. “Get the fuck off me. Go away.” Dell tried to hide his tears. 

“You're here. You didn't leave me!” Dell replied, “your momma and daddy have been better to me than my own. I feel like they are my family. I can't leave them, not just like that. People don't do that to good people. I don't know what I feel about you kid. I don't know what exactly happened last night but I'm not going to let you hurt me again. You do your thing. You want to fuck anybody walkin’, go right ahead but I'm not going to be your safe place. I'll do my own thing. Now stay off my tractor. Got it?” Then he drove off.

Joe turned red and shrugged back like a hurt puppy.  Dell got back At him best he knew how and plowed. He plowed in those fields. He plowed for hours. 

After the funeral, Momma Emma sat with her memories. She and Joe tried for 6 years before little Joe was born. He was perfect. She recalled how blessed she always felt to be Joes mother. She never regretted not being blessed with other children. Memories flooded her head, Sunday School tears, the two Joe's fishing together for the first time, family dinners. She cried silently, breathing heavy and heaving.

That day again, Dell road away, something in Joe changed. He felt destroyed, broken, even if it was his own fault. As Dell ignored Joe over the next months, Joe went into town and fucked and sucked everyone he could. He even found a bathroom where guys came to get blown. He sat on a toilet for hours as one after another put their big and little, clean and dirty cocks through the hole in the wall and Joe took all their loads. He didn't even enjoy it. He left feeling dirty. 

Everyone wanted to have sex with him but not Dr John. John wanted nothing to do with him sexuslly. He wanted to talk but that's it. No sex. Joe didn't want to talk. He wanted sex. Doc would reach out and Joe would ignore him. John ignored him sexually and Dell ignored him completely. The two men he wanted attention from, didn't want him. 

One night as he returned from town he saw John’s car outside Dell’s room. Dell was talking closely to John as Joe watched through the window. Joe was destroyed as he ran to the house, his room and cried himself to sleep. He was jealous, lonely and as much as he enjoyed John, he realized he wanted Dell. With John and Dell together, he was left out. The doctor and the rodeo champion and expert farmer. Joe felt worthless. All he had was his big cock. That gift was his biggest burden.

Home passed as it always does. Slowly Dell and Joe started talking again. Joe, in his early 20s lost interest in random sex by then. He enjoyed being home with his family and Dell. He wanted to be near him, even if this was it. Dell would bring his friend Dr John over for dinner occasionally. John didn't hide that he was gay and nobody cared. Joe’s mom would call them her boys as Joe would shrink. John talked about his boyfriend and made it clear he was not with Dell.

Eventually in that place where they first had sex, Joe was comfortable enough and angrily asked Dell how he could give up on him so soon, and with John. Dell said, “I gave up on you, seriously? John came to me out of concern for you. He never even made a move on me and thank God he didn't. I was so mad at you I probably would have. Johns a good guy. He's a friend. There’s no getting over you Joseph McDonald. You had to do your thing. You were so young. I know that now. How could I stay mad at you?” 

They smiled at each other. Joe said “and now? Do you think I'm ready now?”

Emma continued to feel bad for her loss. Still alone her head was spinning. She thought of her Joe...”why? Why?....”Gamma ouch. Gamma ouch? Joe Joe screamed as he ran through the kitchen door. “Whats the matter Joe?”  He held up his index finger with a small red scratch and said “kiss”...

She grabbed him and kissed his fingers and his face and belly until he laughed and giggled. Dell and Joe followed and said they tried to keep him out, give her time but he needed his Gram. Joe and Dell we're followed by John and his husband Rick, John’s secretary Rebecca who was Joe and Dells surrogate and her husband Alex we're always there. More and more people arrived with food to celebrate big Joes life. 

Emma took Dell and Joe aside and gave them a letter.

My Dear Sons,

You mother and I were so blessed the day Joe was born. We didn't think we could be happier.

Then Dell joined our family. We were so proud at your wedding.  We thought we could never be happier or prouder of our boys.

When little Joe Joe was born, our hearts expanded past what we thought possible.

We love you and decided not to wait. Joe and Dell, the farm is yours. Both of you, your son and family. Take care of your mamma for me.

With love and pride, 

Pappa and mom

Joe said “Ma, this is yours.” “No son, it's yours. Yours and Dell’s. Dad wanted Dell to know he was his son too.”

As John and the gang grew around her. Emma thanked God for all her boys... And girls.

Was Joe ready now? That day, year's ago when Dell asked him. He waited and it was probably Joes last chance. Joe grabbed him and kissed him passionately. He led him to the spot they first fucked and undressed him quickly. He pulled his farmer jeans off. Like a hungry animal Dell swallowed his cock. Gagging and slurping as Joe tried to pry him away to kiss him but he kept going until Joe gave him what he wanted, sweet wads of cum burst down his throat, ran down his chin and dropped on the field. Joe pushed him down and kissed him wildly until fully hard again. Lifting his legs he spit on his own cock and pushed into Dell as he cried out loudly. Joe fucked slowly then fast but never losing eye contact. They fell into each other as they rode each other with passion, they came together. 

Joe was so happy. Dell never saw another outcome. After they swam, without even drying, they dressed. Joe held Dell’s hand and said we have to talk to them. Never releasing hands, Joe led Dell into the kitchen where cheers and ‘at a boys’ could be heard from a distance.