A Summer at the Farm Ch. 03

A rather racy museum, I would grant you that.

When Joe came back outside to work, he was wearing the same shorts as before -- he was still shirtless and going commando -- and although his bulge was full and prominent, neither of us talked about how he had slept.

I reassured myself thinking that he was in a deep daze all throughout and probably did not even remember that I had been the one waking him up. Maybe he thought I had just called him by passing by the corridor.

Thinking back, this was exactly what I should have done, especially when I realized that he was naked.

I had been the weirdo in this case, walking inside the room of the beast, getting hard...

And I continued to be a creep as I could not help myself from glancing at his outrageous crotch all throughout the afternoon and evening!

I certainly did not need to be that sneaky though.

I did not know it yet, but I would have plenty of occasions to stare at that gigantic cock, way more closely, in the days and weeks to come.