#bfd joel

joel was proud of his garden. and honestly? it was adorable.

rows of fat ruby red strawberries spilled over the edges of raised beds, their leaves were dark green and glossy under the summer sun.

he tended them every evening after work, sleeves rolled up, sweat darkening the back of his flannel shirt.

you thought it was cute, how proud he got when the first berries ripened, how he’d carry a little basket inside full of fruit.

and joel himself… god, he was stupidly hot. broad shoulders, strong forearms corded with muscle, a salt-and-pepper scruff that that looked even better when he smiled. because fuck, that smile, it was crooked and dangerously charming. every time he caught you staring, he’d flash it and toss in a playful little wink that made your stomach flip.

“careful, you’re gonna make me blush,” he’d tease whenever he noticed your eyes lingering too long.

his voice was rough, the kind that settled warm in your chest.

you couldn’t stop staring at the way his jeans sat on his hips or the way the veins stood out on his hands when he gripped his gardening tools.

that’s why you kept finding excuses to be at your best friend's house every chance you got.

you two would play soccer in the backyard almost every afternoon, grass stains on your knees, shouting and laughing while joel worked nearby. he’d pause with his hands on his hips, watching you both with that crooked grin.

“keep your head up, big guy” he’d call to you, tossing the ball back when it sailed too wide.

he was always nice like that, never annoyed when you stayed for dinner, actually, he was glad you did.

“good to have you here,” he’d say, ruffling your hair as he passed by.

one july night, you and your friend were sprawled across his bedroom floor, speakers blasting some raw punk rock, fast, angry and perfect for drowning out the thoughts you definitely shouldn’t have been having about his dad. the bass vibrated through the floorboards. we were headbanging dramatically, laughing like idiots, when a shadow filled the doorway.

joel leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised. the sleeves of his worn henley were pushed up, showing off those forearms you couldn’t stop thinking about.

“you boys seriously listening to this crap?” he drawled, voice cutting through the distortion.

your friend grinned and turned it down a notch. “it’s punk, dad. it’s supposed to sound like that.”

joel shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “sounds like someone’s strangling a cat with a guitar string.” he stepped into the room, filling it in that quiet way he had, and pulled out his phone. “here. let me show you something that actually has melody.”

he tapped the screen and started playing “strawberry fields forever” by the beatles. the dreamy, psychedelic intro floated through the room.

joel stood there looking proud of himself, like he’d just handed us the keys to real culture.

“see? this is music,” he said, nodding along, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his mouth.

you laughed, but your heart was hammering. you would get too nervous around him and he would notice the way your breathing seemed to stop or quicken once he got closer, see the way you'd get tense.

joel’s gaze flicked for a second longer than usual.

“you like it, big guy?” he asked.

“yeah,” you said, voice a little too soft. “i like it a lot.”

after the beatles song ended and joel had gone back downstairs with a satisfied little smirk, you and your friend stayed up a while longer talking nonsense.

eventually your friend’s yawns got longer and longer until he finally passed out, sprawled sideways across his bed.

then you slipped out of the sleeping bag and crept toward the door, lying to yourself that you were just going to the bathroom but actually you wanted to see what your best friend’s dad was doing.

he was lounging on the couch, a half-finished beer loosely held in his hand. his legs were stretched out, feet propped on the coffee table.

the tv was playing some old western but his eyes were half-closed, head tipped back against the cushion like he was two minutes from dozing off.

god, he was this really cool dad. the kind of cool that made you sometimes wish that he was your dad instead… or at least something a lot closer than your best friend’s father.

“well hey there bud” he said, voice extra rough and warm from the almost-sleep. “couldn’t sleep?”

you shrugged, trying to look casual even though your pulse was racing. “yeah… guess the punk rock got me too wired.”

joel gave a low, sleepy chuckle. “c’mere. this western is going to make you sleep. hell, i’m having a hard time paying attention to what’s even going on.”

you padded over and sat on the couch beside him, tucking your legs under you. the cushions dipped, bringing you closer than you expected.

he took a slow sip of his beer, then tilted the bottle lightly in your direction.

“want a sip? nah, don’t tell your parents i offered that,” he added with a playful wink. “i’m supposed to a responsible adult”

you smiled up at him “i won’t tell,” you whispered “i’m good at keeping secrets.”

for a few minutes you both just watched the movie in comfortable silence. the old western flickered across the screen, cowboys riding across dusty plains but you were far more interested in the way joel’s arm rested along the back of the couch, just inches from your shoulders. slowly, carefully, you leaned back until your shoulder brushed against his arm.

you swallowed hard, nerves buzzing under your skin. “i… i should probably try to sleep again,” you whispered, voice a little shaky. “don’t wanna keep you up.”

joel gave a soft grunt and a small nod. “yeah, get some rest, bud”

you stood up slowly, letting your fingers graze lightly along the back of the couch as you passed him. you glanced back once with a shy little smile before heading upstairs, heart still racing the whole way.

The next afternoon after class,

you rode your bike straight to their house, knowing your friend was out.

deep down, you were craving more alone time with his dad.

joel’s truck was in the driveway, but the house was quiet.

you found him in the big garden, sleeves rolled up, working among the strawberry beds.

the sun was warm on your skin as you leaned your bike against the fence and walked over.

you stopped at the edge of the beds, watching him for a moment.

the way his flannel stretched across his broad shoulders and the sweat glistening on his forearms made your mouth go a little dry.

“hey joel,” you said softly, not wanting to startle him. he straightened up and turned, brushing dirt from his hands.

a warm, surprised smile spread across his face when he saw you. “well, hey there, bud. didn’t expect to see you today.”

“i was just riding by… saw you out here working.”

“yeah, these strawberries are ripening fast. gotta stay on top of ‘em before the birds get all the good ones.”

joel reached down, gently twisted off a big, deep-red strawberry, and held it out to you without even looking up.

“here, try this one. should be real sweet.”

your fingers brushed against his as you took it. you brought the strawberry to your lips, took a slow bite, and the flavor burst across your tongue. it was incredibly juicy and sweet.

you looked up at him with bright, admiring eyes while you finished the berry, stepping just a little closer under the excuse of looking at the plants.

you looked up at him with bright, admiring eyes while you finished the berry, stepping just a little closer under the excuse of looking at the plants.

“these are perfect, joel,” you said softly “i swear they’re the sweetest i’ve ever had”

joel’s smile grew bigger, warm and a little bashful, the way it always did when someone praised his strawberries. you loved that look on him.

he ended up pulling a couple of cold drinks from the house and a blanket, and the two of you settled into a shady spot at the edge of the garden. bright red strawberries piled up between you.

at one point you reached for the orange juice, laughing at something silly, and tipped the bottle too fast.

cold juice spilled all down the front of your shirt, soaking the fabric and making it cling to your skin.

“ugh—” you looked down at the mess, cheeks heating up.

joel chuckled. “it’s hot out anyway, bud. just take it off so it doesn’t stick to you.”

you peeled the wet shirt off slowly, feeling the sticky juice and strawberry juice on your chest and stomach. the sun warmed your bare skin, but the stickiness from the fruit made you feel strangely aware of every little drip and smear across your torso.

you caught joel’s eyes flicking over you for a brief second before he looked back at the strawberries.

you dipped the berry into the small bowl of cream he had brought out from the kitchen, then brought it to your mouth.

instead of biting right away, you let your tongue catch a thick drop of cream that was about to fall.

slowly you licked your finger clean, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

the cream was cool and silky against the warm, sun-ripened strawberries. you dipped another one, letting the thick white cream coat it generously before bringing it to your lips. a little spilled at the corner of your mouth, staining your lips a deeper, glossy red from the berry juice.

“mmm… this is dangerous,” you murmured playfully. “the strawberries were already too sweet… now with cream? i might never leave.”

he cleared his throat “you’re enjoying those a little too much, bud.”

“it is your fault,” you teased “everything you grow tastes this good. how am i supposed to behave?”

joel’s eyes darkened as he watched your tongue chase the cream. he shifted on the blanket.

“fuck… it really is hot today,” he muttered. without thinking twice, he reached back and tugged his flannel shirt off over his head, revealing his broad and sweaty chest.

your mouth watered instantly.

god, your best friend’s dad was so fucking hot.

joel caught you staring.

a dangerous little smirk tugged at his mouth.

he leaned back on one hand, the movement making his muscles flex, and reached for a strawberry himself. instead of eating it, he dipped it in cream and held it out toward you.

your lips parted. you leaned in and took the berry straight from his fingers, sucking the cream off slowly while your red, glossy lips brushed against his fingertips.

joel’s breath hitched. he watched as you licked and savored, clearly losing the battle with temptation.

he leaned back on one hand, muscles flexing, then kicked off his boots and started working on his jeans.

“too damn hot for all this,” he said, voice rough. he pushed the jeans down his thick thighs and tossed them aside, leaving him in just a pair of snug black boxers. then he stretched out fully on the blanket, arms behind his head, letting the sun kiss his sweaty body.

you couldn’t stop looking.

his chest rose and fell with each breath. sweat glistened across his skin, trailing down his abs. your eyes kept drifting lower… to the heavy bulge straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. it was impossible to ignore.

“you not feeling hot too?” he asked, his eyes were slowly dragged over your bare chest and sticky skin. “come on… fair’s fair.”

without hesitation, you hooked your thumbs into your shorts and pushed them down your legs, kicking them aside. now you were lying beside him in just your boxers, the sun warming your skin

joel’s gaze darkened with approval as he looked you over.

he reached for another strawberry, dipped it generously in cream, and brought it to his own mouth first. he let the cream coat his tongue, then turned to you with a wicked little smirk.

“these are so fucking sweet…” he murmured, voice husky. “come here. taste.”

he leaned in slightly, tongue slightly out, covered in thick white cream.

the invitation was clear.

you moved closer on the blanket, heart racing, until your faces were only inches apart. slowly, almost shyly, you leaned in and licked the cream right off his tongue.

the sweetness mixed with the taste of him made you whimper softly.

joel groaned quietly at the feeling of your tongue sliding against his.

“atta boy…”

one of his hands came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw like he was testing how you felt under his palm.

he let out a quiet chuckle, the sound vibrating between you. “do you like how this old man tastes, huh?”

before you could answer, joel closed the last inch and kissed you properly.

so deep, so wet.

his mouth was hot, tongue sliding slow and heavy against yours, licking into you like he wanted to devour every whimper. the thick scratch of his beard dragged roughly over your smooth skin, burning deliciously against your chin and cheeks as he tilted his head and went deeper.

both of you were already half-hard in your shorts, the growing pressure obvious when your thighs brushed.

joel pulled back just enough to breathe, lips shiny and swollen, then dropped his mouth to your sticky chest. “so fuckin’ sweet…”

he licked another slow stripe over your chest, savoring you like you were the best thing he’d tasted all summer.

you could barely believe this was happening. your best friend’s hot dad, the guy you’d been fantasizing about for months was licking sweat off your chest.

he sat back on his heels, his eyes were playful as he hooked two fingers into the waistband of your boxers, pushing them down and freeing your cock.

it sprang up hard. joel’s gaze dropped straight to it, and that wicked smirk grew wider.

“well shit… ” he teased, voice low and rough. he wrapped one big, calloused hand around you and gave a slow, lazy stroke, clearly proud of the way you twitched in his grip. “now you’re the one that’s gonna feel this old man, right bud?”

he leaned in and kissed you again, quick and filthy, beard scratching your face as he laughed softly against your lips.

“big boy’s rock hard already. that’s real cute.”

joel wrapped those perfect, full lips around the head of your cock and sucked slow and wet, and so damn good your hips jerked off the blanket. his mouth was scorching and silky, the perfect tight heat.

“fuuuck…” you gasped, fingers threading into his hair.

joel pulled off just enough to grin up at you, lips shiny.

“tastes even better down here, bud.” then he sank back down, taking you deeper. his tongue kept teasing you mercilessly, sucking hard for a few strokes until your toes curled, then slowing down to lazy licks and soft kisses along the shaft, just to hear you whine.

his beard scratched lightly against your thighs and balls with every bob of his head.

the afternoon sun beat down on your skin, making everything hotter and slicker. sweat rolled down your chest and stomach.

every time he took you deep, your thighs trembled and your breath hitched, little desperate sounds slipping out that you couldn’t hold back.

the wet heat of his mouth was driving you crazy.

he slid two fingers into your lips.

“open up, bud. suck on these for me.”

you obeyed instantly, wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking eagerly.

“that’s it… ” he murmured.

he pulled his fingers free, now shiny and dripping, and dragged them straight to your chest. he circled one stiff nipple with the wet pad of his finger before pinching and rolling it gently. the cool-wet sensation against your hot, sweaty skin made you moan loudly, back arching up into his touch.

you were a sweaty whimpering mess under him, hips bucking, skin flushed and shining in the sun.

finally, you couldn’t wait anymore.

you pushed at joel’s shoulders, and he let you flip positions with a surprised, amused chuckle.

you shoved his boxers down his thick thighs, freeing his heavy cock. it slapped up against his stomach, hard and leaking, and your mouth watered at the sight.

joel let out a deep, delighted laugh that turned into a groan as you leaned in and dragged your tongue up the length of him.

“fuck” he grinned, one hand sliding into your hair. “… show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

he tasted so fucking good.

the leftover sweetness from the strawberries and cream still coated your mouth, mixing perfectly with his musky flavor.

you opened wider and took him into your mouth. his cock was thick and pulsing. the head leaked a little precum that tasted slightly sweet.

every time you pulled back you swirled your tongue around the head, chasing that sweet-salty mix, then sank down again, letting spit drip messily down his balls.

you were sucking him like a total expert cocksucker. eager and shameless. moaning around his thick cock like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted.

“c’mere, big boy. lay down with me.”

you stretched out on your back beside him under the hot sun, both of you sweaty and shining. joel immediately rolled closer, pressing his body against yours, his arm slid over your shoulders as he pulled you closer.

“fuck, look at that,” he chuckled, turning his head to kiss you deep and filthy, tongue sliding against yours while his hand pumped faster. “that’s it… stroke with me, bud”

your whole body was trembling, thighs shaking, toes curling into the blanket as the pleasure built fast and sharp.

you couldn’t stop staring. joel’s cock was so fucking big. you were mesmerized by it, watching the way he stroked himself like a real man. the sight made your mouth water all over again.

you started stroking yourself harder, matching his rhythm, your hand flying over your own cock while you kept sneaking glances at his massive one.

“arghhhh…” you moaned.

joel kept teasing you between filthy kisses, his deep voice right in your ear.

“you like that, don’t you?” he growled, his breath ragged.

“that’s it, big boy… fuckin’ cum for this old man,” he groaned against your lips.

the words hit you hard.

your back arched off the blanket, a loud broken moan spilling into joel’s mouth as you came thick ropes of cum splattering across your sweaty stomach and chest.

joel didn’t stop kissing you for a second, swallowing every whimper and moan, his tongue sliding deep while you pulsed and spurted in his view, clearly loving the sight of you falling apart right beside him.

“look at you makin’ such a mess.”

he slid down your body and dragged his hot tongue slowly over your cum-covered stomach, licking up every drop of it.

the feeling of his warm, wet tongue sliding through the mix of your cum and sweat made you shiver hard under the blazing sun. he moaned low and filthy as he tasted you, beard scratching your sensitive skin while he cleaned your chest.

““mmm… fuck, bud.”

he gathered the last thick streak of cum on his tongue, then crawled back up and kissed you deep and dirty.

the cum-soaked kiss was perfect. you could taste yourself on his tongue as he pushed it into your mouth, making you whimper softly.

he sat back on his knees, still between your legs, and started stroking his thick cock harder. his fist flew fast and tight, muscles flexing in his arm as sweat rolled down his chest. he kept his eyes locked on you the whole time, completely focused on your body.

you watched as he chased his own orgasm with low, rough grunts. his hand moved with raw need, thumb swiping over the slick head on every stroke while his chest heaved.

“urghhhhhh” with a deep, guttural groan, joel came hard. thick ropes of his cum splattered across his own stomach and chest, shiny and hot under the sun.

he milked every last drop, breathing heavy.

still catching his breath, he reached over and picked one of the ripest strawberries from the basket beside the blanket. he dragged it slowly through the mess on his chest, coating it generously with his warm cum, then brought it straight to your lips with a filthy little grin.

“have a strawberry with this old man’s cream on it. sweetest thing you’ll ever taste.”

he pressed the cum-covered strawberry to your tongue, eyes locked on yours the whole time, clearly enjoying every second of feeding you his mess in the middle of his garden.

the burst of the juicy strawberry mixed with the warm salty taste of his cum created a flavor that made you moan softly around it as you bit down. warm juice and cum ran down your chin while joel watched with proud eyes, thumb brushing the sticky mess from your lip.

so fucking delicious.

“can you keep this little secret about my garden?” he asked with a lazy smile and a wink.

you nodded.

“need a ride home?”

“i’m good, i rode my bike.”

you pulled your shorts back on and grabbed your bike.

the heat of what you two had just done refused to leave your body.

the sun was beginning to set.

a summer afternoon was never this sweet.

... So last year I left a pretty terrible relationship. I now see that it was narcissistic and emotional abuse.

Throughout, my ex father-in-law has supported me, and I'm talking calling me as I was stuck by the side of the road after being threatened and told not to come home, telling me to come to his house as I needed to be with family -mine lives too far away - and that's what I was (if that isn't straight out of a fic). He and his wife (who I love dearly and so there’s lots of guilt even though I’d never actually pursue anything I hope he never offers) made me tea, sat up with me and let me stay at their house.

When I eventually left the relationship, having had pets/furniture/my car being withheld from me, he even gave me furniture after I had moved into an apartment with nothing more than a chair and an airbed. Called me sporadically to check in on me and has told me how much they care about me and want me in their life, and that he knows right from wrong, no matter that the person who had done this to me was his own child 😭

Now this man is the spitting image of Joel. I kid. you. not:

salt & pepper hair/beard

drives a truck and motorbike

even plays the guitar in his spare time (help!)

is the epitome of the quiet, pensive type but always greets me with a hug and a kiss to my cheek 🫠

Today, they are coming to see me for a walk and to take me to lunch for my birthday last week.

Problem is, I have spent my summer reading bfd! Joel fics (looking at the pieces of bfd! Joel gold below)

Thanks for reading, and please send strength my way 😬

Thunder by @strang3lov3

Joyride by @strang3lov3, who is so wrong for this one

Guest of honour By @macfrog