The Farm

I had no idea as I dialled the number in the classified section, that my life would change so immeasurably. The reason for my call was that I was seeking accommodation.

I just got offered a promotion in the chain store group I was working for, and I had to move to a reasonably sized, small town to take up the position. I had only been with the company for a year, and I was flattered by their confidence in me. My problem was that I had a hardly exemplary bank account, and I had to find low-priced, fully furnished accommodation.

After shortly receiving four pictures of the lodging on WhatsApp, I was very impressed and immediately concluded the transaction. The person I spoke with throughout my dealings was Albie, and he was the farm owner’s son. My apartment was attached to the main house. As if I wasn’t already euphoric enough, I would also be supplied with a hot breakfast every morning. Additionally, the farm was only fifteen miles out of town, so the cost of gas was also not a problem.

On the Friday afternoon when I arrived at my new home, I drove along a long dusty road to get to the main farmhouse. If I had one gripe hereafter, it would be that my vehicle would always be dusty. Fortunately, I did get covered parking, alongside Albie, and his father Albert’s two large trucks.

Albie was there to greet me and mentioned that his dad would be along later. Albie was lithe and attractive, with a shy attitude that made him very alluring. Like me, Albie was twenty-years-old and stood around five-foot-eleven-inches-tall. I wasn’t invited into the main house before Albie took me around the back of the house to show me my apartment.

As we walked to the apartment that was attached to the back of the house, Albie pointed out my parking spot. The apartment exceeded my expectations and I had all the furniture, cutlery, and crockery I needed. I even got a small flat-screen television with cable access. To top it all, I was supplied with my code for free internet right to use.

“Oh, by the way, my dad has invited you to dinner tonight as a welcome gesture,” Albie announced as he was departing.   

“That’s very kind. What time should I pop around?” I asked.

“Six-thirty would be good,” Albie informed me.

I cannot describe how relieved and delighted I was as I unpacked my belongings. After a relaxing shower, I lay on my double bed, imbibing the atmosphere of my lovely dwelling.

At the assigned time, I knocked on the front door of the main house. As the door opened, I was met by a large, bulky man, who introduced himself as Albert after extending what looked like a fistful of thick pork sausages. Albert was bald and had a generous beard. His rotund face sparkled with friendliness, and he looked like a handsome bear on one of the bearish Tumblr sites.  What intrigued me most, was that Albert was the complete antithesis of Albie.

As we walked toward the kitchen, Albie was busy with our supper. As we stood around drinking our beer in the kitchen, the dynamic between father and son fascinated me. Albie kept referring to Albert as daddy, and his demeanour was almost coquettish.

‘Jesus, what am I seeing here? Are these guys fucking? Are we talking about incest?’ I thought to myself, before mentally chastising myself for an overactive imagination.

After deciding to alleviate my mental dilemma, I said, “I can’t believe how lucky I have been to get this accommodation.”

“Yeah… Albie and I decided to rent out the apartment a few months ago, but all the inquiries we got were from females. Having defeminized our existence two years ago when my wife left, Albie and were determined to rent the place to a guy,” Albert explained. Then, after a pause, Albert went on to explain that Albie’s mother had decided to go and live with her mother, who needed special care.

At the supper table, Albert asked, “So, Cameron, did you leave a girlfriend behind?”

I had no plan to expose my gay sexual orientation just yet, and so I simply told them that there was no woman in my life.

“Clever boy! Keep it that way. Women are just too much trouble,” Albert sagely informed me.

After another pause as we consumed the delicious food, Albert again set forth. “My boy and I are very happy on our own. We sail our boat alone, don’t we?” Albert concluded, as his hand reached over and stroked Albie’s forearm.

“Yes, daddy,” Albie demurely agreed.

‘They are fucking… They are, definitely fucking,’ I now mentally concluded.

The next shock arrived when Albie started clearing the table after declining my offer to assist me.

With Albie out of earshot, Albert looked at me and said, “You have no idea how gifted Albie is.”

“Oh?” I inquired, wondering what gift was about to be revealed.

“To look at him, you wouldn’t think so, but Albie’s got the biggest cock you will ever see… He’s hung like a fuckin’ donkey,” Albert proudly informed me.

‘Oh, Jesus, am I in the twilight zone,’ I thought, with my mind spinning.

As I benignly smiled, Albert said, “I don’t want to embarrass Albie tonight, but once we all get to know one another better, I’ll ask him to show you.

“That’ll be nice,” was all I could think of answering.

After a drink in their lounge, I decided not to outstay my welcome, and heartily thank them before leaving.

When I got back to my apartment I was so stunned, that I decided to take a walk outside and smoke a cigarette. As I walked around the other side of the main house I saw a slither of light emanating from between two curtains. I had no idea whose bedroom this was because I had not got shown around the bedroom area of their home. Like a nosy little imp, I simply couldn’t resist peering in.

The slither was larger than I had anticipated, and my jaw almost hit the floor as I watched the action on the bed. Albert and Albie were naked, and seriously going for it.

Shortly, Albie was on his back, and Albert was attempting to suck him off. I use the word attempting because Albert had not been fibbing. The dick he was trying to blow was monstrously long. I didn’t know whether I should be excited or shocked, because I was witnessing incest after all. I am pleased to report, however, that ‘excited’ won the day because the scene was fuckin’ hot.

By now, I was also stroking my dick as I fixated stared at the scene before me. I had to constantly slacken my pace because I didn’t want to cum too quickly.

After Albie began to shudder I knew that Albert was getting the dessert that hadn’t been offered at suppertime.

Next, as Albert lifted his body, Albie spun around onto his stomach. Albert had nothing to be shy about in the cock department, and soon he was steering his fat phallus into Albie’s portal. The intensity of the scene I now observed was awesome. With Albert’s huge frame pummelling Albie’s lithe body, Albie was flailing about like a distressed virgin on her wedding night. This scene took me over the edge, and soon I spewed the biggest load of my life.

Completely spent, I slunk back to my apartment, quivering like a leaf.

In bed, I couldn’t get the images I had just witnessed out of my mind. Predictably, I was soon vigorously tugging on my dick once more.

I was only reporting for duty on Monday morning at my new job. At the farm, breakfasts on Saturday and Sunday mornings got served at eight. Monday to Friday’s, breakfast was at seven. Alicia, their made took care of breakfasts, cleaned the house, and did all the laundry. I was able to negotiate my private deal with her for all my laundry as well, which was a bonus to living on the farm. Although she gave my apartment a once-over weekly, I had to make my bed and clean my dishes.

The breakfasts, as I would learn on my first morning, were incredible. This, added to the low prices that the store where I would be working offered for lunches, meant that my monthly food bill was negligible.

“Listen, Albie and I always barbeque on Saturdays. If you like, you’re welcome to join us,” Albert informed me.

“Cool, I go into town today and buy salad ingredients and beer. I insist on contributing, if you don’t mind me helping in the kitchen, Albie,” I suggested.

“No, I always appreciate the extra help,” Albie stated, before joking, “Daddy never helps in the kitchen.”

“That’s because you always tell me how useless I am, Babyboy,” Albert countered.

Inexplicably, this banter gave me an instant hard-on.

After I visited the town I finally joined Albie in the kitchen at four p.m. apart from the salads, I also bought three unbelievable ribeye steaks for our barbeque, as well as twenty-four beers. Albert was very impressed by my contribution.

That night I learned that Albert liked to get pissed on Saturdays. According to Albie, Albert was a moderate drinker but mostly overindulged on Saturday evenings. By nine p.m. Albie and I had to assist Albert to the bedroom. Once we had placed him on the bed and covered him with a blanket, Albie and I moved back to the lounge.

I was dying to move things to a more personal level and as I clumsily began to ask questions, Albie looked at me and asked, “Are you gay, Cameron?”

“Yes,” I answered.

With a chuckle, he then said, “Albert and I both believed you were.”

Without Albert in our company, Albie took on a different persona.

“Cameron, Albert is not my real father. I got adopted by Albert and Dorothy when I was an infant after they discovered they couldn’t have kids,” Albie informed me.

“That explains it,” I blurted.

“What?” Albie asked.

“Well, you two look nothing alike… But I also have a confession to make,” I tentatively added.

“What? Albie once more reiterated.

“Shit, I hope this doesn’t upset you… But I spied on you guys last night,” I answered, fumbling.

Albie didn’t respond but merely looked at me with puzzlement.

I then went on to explain my voyeurism the previous evening.

With a laugh, Albie then chuckled as he said, “And you thought you were watching incest?”

“Ah-ha,” I sheepishly answered.

Albie now transformed into another person as he began to relate the full story of his life with his parents.

Although he had a happy childhood and loved both his parents, by the time he reached his early teens, he knew that all was not well between them. Dorothy was a battle-ax and gave Albert a hard time. Albie never had to endure any animosity from them individually but knew that they weren’t happy together, and he was relieved when Dorothy finally left.

After that, Albert became a different person and sexually more assertive toward him. Strange as it was initially given their history, Albie finally succumbed to his father’s advances.

In conclusion, Albie admitted, “I enjoy sex with Albert, and love it when he fucks me.”

“Wow!” was all I could muster.

“I really would like to expand my boundaries, however,” Albie concluded.

I was so worked up by now, that I thought my heart was about to explode.

“Would you like to have sex with me?” I tentatively asked.

“Mmm, definitely,” Albie answered.

An amalgamation of lust followed as our bodies melded. It was glorious!

Like two copulating snakes we intertwined in a horny heap on the carpet in the lounge carpet. As our clothing evaporated, lips, hands, legs, and torso’s, writhed in a lustful undulation of ecstasy.

“Do you want to fuck me first?” I mumbled, as my hand slid over the greatest dick I had ever felt.

“Yeah, Albert doesn’t like being anally penetrated,” Albie gushed.

“Then fuck me, baby, I’ve got a long body,” I cooed. 

As Albie moved behind me and pulled my right leg over his thigh, his foraging serpentine slithered ever onward.

As his snake commenced exploring my burrow, I was sure that I would soon be gagging on the intruder in my throat.

Fuck me, fuck me,” I started intoning, as the most overwhelming displacement I had ever felt in my arse began taking place. This guy’s dick was ridiculous.

When Albie finally came, I was amazed that I didn’t have a reflux reaction.

After the lengthy extraction took place, he asked, “Do you want to fuck me now?”

“Definitely,” I answered.

Albie’s arse was a magical as his dick. From Albert’s training, Albie also enjoyed being fucked hard, and I did my very best. In less than twenty-four hours, I was, again enjoying the greatest release of my life.

‘Fuck the twilight zone,’ I thought, ‘I have finally arrived in heaven.’

Regrettably, I went back to my apartment afterward, and Albie went to join Albert in their bedroom.

With all the food we had made the previous evening, at breakfast, I was informed that I would be joining Albert and Albie for a late lunch/early dinner, later that day.

Unsurprisingly, by then Albert had, obviously been informed of the previous evening, and was keen to explore a trilogy of bliss with Albie and me.

Although I was very unsure of what lay ahead, Albert proved to be a wonderful catalyst to our activity. Even though he did not enjoy anal penetration, watching it was like an elixir to him, and he couldn’t get enough of Albie fucking me. Albert’s mouth became like an additional sexual organ as my pucker got speared. Albert’s shaft tongue action and dual rimming were glorious. He was like a tongue-lashing, voyeuristic fiend. His guttural vocal expletives gave the entire butt fucking the most incredible horny impetus, as his head nudged and wedged at our carnal interaction vigorously.

Not to be denied, Albert’s fat cock finally took its payback as he rabidly plundered both Albie’s and my arse incessantly. Having picked up from Albie the night before, I also gave a stellar submission performance to fuel Albert’s assertiveness.

The most incredible three-way relationship followed after that, and my apartment soon became superfluous. I particularly enjoyed Saturday nights, when Albert got pissed.