A Fall in the City - Chapter 02 (Patreon)

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 2: A Summer at the Farm

Trust me, getting involved with my daughter’s boyfriend was not part of the plan.

Sure, I had thought about testing Blake, see if there could be some faggotry hidden within him, - like I think there is in every single man -, but it could never have gone further than some harmless horsing around.

At least, that was what I thought.

My experience with Aiden had taught me not to get too close anyway.

Before Aiden, I had never considered that feelings could get involved in my relationships with other men. I thought every guy was wired the same way; it was all about sex.

As if I was going to fall in love with a cocksucker at the glory-hole? Come on!

But Aiden had clearly fallen for me and things had gotten complicated. Too complicated for my taste.

Despite his sudden departure, Aiden was deemed to be back in September and I postponed thinking about our “relationship” (even this word felt wrong to describe whatever we were) until he would come back.

Mainly, I hoped that I would get to fuck his black ass again. His hole felt warm and familiar.

In the meantime, I had Blake with me. He was supposed to become my son-in-law one day and it was my opportunity to check if he was a good fit for my Liv.

In my mind, a man who cannot work with his bare hands has no business having a wife or forming a family.

I did not want a whiner or a dude who could not handle a bit of a challenge or pain to marry my daughter. Olivia needed someone steady, strong and reliable, like I had been to her mother until the very end.

I was not so strict on the faithful part, although I knew this was important for Liv. A real man tends to want to dip his cock anywhere he can and I do not think there is much to do about this.

Aside from that, I was not thinking much about Blake living with me.

It had been decided last minute and I had said yes to Liv’s suggestion simply because he would not have made any sense to refuse. I needed the help, he seemed to be a good lad, he maybe become part of my family in the future.

The day Blake arrived at the farm, I had almost forgotten the time he was supposed to get there and I was still in the shower when he knocked at the door.

I was used to be living in the nude most of the time but I put on a bathrobe to welcome him home.

I already knew that I would not bother myself with intimacy or modesty for long and that he would have to get used to see me naked, but eh, it was the first night and I barely knew the guy, so I tried to be decent.

See, I can be respectful sometimes!

I helped him get his luggage from his car, I thought he had way too much clothes but I did not say a word, and I offered him a beer.

The boy seemed intimidated and I liked it that way.

No need to be too comfortable with your girlfriend’s dad, especially when he is also your boss for three months. I was going to pay him for his work at the farm after all.

I would admit that Blake was a good-looking lad.

He was very fit, he had nice manly features – sharp jaws, big arms, large thighs -, he did not seem like one to trim his body hair too much, and most of all, he had a banging peachy bum. Just the kind of things I notice first…

If he did not look like a sissy at all, his ass was the definition of a bubble butt. Much better than any of the boys I had been fucking throughout the years.

The fuckable ass trapped in his shorts could have made my dick stir up but I kept my cool. He was not Aiden.

Later in the night, I found him finishing a beer in my armchair. Blake seemed way too casual for my liking.

As I said, I did not want him to get too comfortable and none of my previous helpers had never dared to sit in my chair.

Besides, I needed to show him who was the boss and I suppose this was an opportunity like any other.

I asked him to move and poor Blake was terrified when he understood that I was for real. I could see the fear in his eyes.

It was not the only thing I noticed with his gaze though. His eyes were constantly drawn to my crotch. Silly me, I had not wrapped my bathrobe properly.

No surprise there, all my life, guys had been checking me out and could not get enough of my anaconda! Huge dick problems, you know.

I gave him a little show by spreading my legs because why not? Yeap, my dick was that big, and now, he knew who was the Alpha in the house. Not that there was any question about it.

The next day, I caught Blake jerking off and nutting in our shared bathroom as I woke up to take a leak.

It was an honest mistake that I walked on him like that, but I would be lying if I did not say how much I loved seeing the panic in his eyes as he was painting the glass door of the shower white.

Hysterical, really! The boy was cumming like a geyser and doing everything in his power to stop himself.

He was freaking out when he left the bathroom but that gave me the chance to see him butt naked. He was packing a fairly large cock, but once again, it was his thick muscular ass which got my attention.

Looked yummy as hell!

I got in the shower after him and did something a bit freaky there. His cum was still dripping all over the walls and I jerked off to add my own seeds to the mix. I thought it was funny and, admittedly, I was horny.

From this point on, I got a little kick from playing with the boy.

Sue me, but it was simply too much fun to see him glancing at my cock and pretending that he was all comfortable around me while he was clearly intimidated.

I started wearing less clothes – or no clothes at all – around the farm and Blake also had the task to wake me up after my nap every day. Obviously, I was sleeping in my birthday suit and was not using any sheet to cover myself up.

Multiple times, I caught him staring at my soft or erected dick, sometimes, he was standing there for an awful long time.

Not that I assumed that he was gay for looking, - everybody would have -, but as the days went by, it was obvious that he was getting more and more curious about my anatomy.

I did not do anything to stop him.

I loved being worshipped back in the army, and it was still very true at 43 years-old. To tell the truth, my dick could get hard just at the idea that he was about to come to my room and see my rod at full-mast, leaking.

Where is the harm in being proud of your big fat cock?

My mistake was probably to push this silly game a little too far.

One day, during that first week of his stay, I fell like a moron in the shower.

My back was hurting for sure but I may have overreacted to make sure that Blake would massage me. Fucking Hell, I wanted him to feel me up!

I was fully naked when I fell and I got him to rub my back… and my ass.

I say that this was a mistake because I think I liked it a bit too much.

On the moment, I sort of forgot that Blake was not like any of my other boys assisting me at the farm, that I could not go too far with him while he was in a long-term relationship with my daughter.

Having him touching me got my head spinning… and my dick rising up!

I purposely asked him to massage my groin and I was hard all throughout. The poor boy was stuck between my legs, his hands brushing against my massive hairy balls.

Things could have stopped there but I could tell that he was excited as well! Blake was tenting under his shorts like a man coming out from years of prison.

He was embarrassed but he could not hide it… Having been in such close contact with my ass and cock had turned him on.

Eh, again, I could not blame the guy! I am a piece of very fine meat.

I defused the situation, told him that it was fine, that I was horny too, and we ended up jerking off in the living room to one of Elisa Charm’s movies. That bitch from the nineties was hot, and she loved to get double penetrated by muscular hunks.

The film I chose was close to bisexual porn and Blake seemed really into it. Although, he seemed even more into checking me out while I was stroking myself.

Not so straight, I thought.

I was not judging, just evaluating how bad he was craving me. I wondered if he was already picturing himself sucking me off.

The jerk-off session ended up with some nipple play and I even nutted partly on his face while he was working on my big male titties.

Oopsie.

Blake looked mortified afterwards and I was not too proud of myself for letting myself go, but once again, I made him understand that it was fine, just two men jerking-off. The tits and the cum had been a bit much but this was no big deal.

I mean, how many buddies rub one out together from times to times? It does not have to mean anything.

In the next few days, it became clear that Blake was into my cock but I did not mind it, at all. I was into his college jock’s bum and there was no need to make a fuss about it. Right?

Still, his presence at the farm had slowly gotten me hornier and I had to go to the glory-hole at a gas station nearby to release the tension with some old friends.

I usually had one or two cocksuckers on retainer to blow me, and when they were not available, my buddy Bob would get the job done.

Bob had been giving me a hand, a mouth, or an ass for nearly ten years. I could always count on him and he was a cool dude. How his wife did not understand that she was married with a sissy? This, I would never understand.

Bob and most recently, Dave, a guy from the East Coast who had just acquired a farm near mine, were basically the only constant in my social life aside from the guys assisting me at the farm.

They were coming by regularly for cards games or barbecues. We were drinking, talking cars and some politics, but we never went too deep.

Men being men, no need to paint you a picture.

I got them to meet Blake rather quickly although I warned them to keep their dirty hands off of him.

“No funny business, he’s going to propose to my daughter.” I had told them.

Well, there was funny business in the end.

The first night they came home since Blake had moved in, we got drunk and got into a crazy game of strip poker. Bob should have been the one to lose but we kept the rounds coming until Blake had to take on a pledge.

I was drunk, horny, the guys were cheering me up, I wanted to make them laugh and have a good time. So yes, I went with the flow and may have gone a bit overboard.

I am not too sure of what happened that night, I was completely juiced, but at some point, we were all naked and Blake had to lick our asses or some shit like that to win a challenge.

I would not say that we had crossed a boundary there. Who does not take part in some hazing in college? But I do remember feeling jealous when Blake’s nose was up the others’ asses and this part, the jealousy, was not right.

Why should I have been possessive?

Blake and I slept in the same bed afterwards because Dave and Bob were way too drunk to go back home. I think that I spent the night cuddling, touching, and caressing Blake. We were both naked, it got weirdly sexual.

This fucked me up a little and I believe this was the moment where my attitude changed towards him.

I was seeing Blake very differently, like I was actually attracted to him or some shit.

What the fuck was going on?

I tried to ignore it but it quickly became an elephant in the room. I glanced at his puffy lips and I wanted him to swallow my cock. I checked the way he was working and I was seeing myself all over him. I looked at his bum and I wanted to bury myself inside him.

Bad Joe, very bad!

To be clear, I was very far from imagining that I would ever have feelings for Blake, or that we would ever do something real together, but I could no longer ignore the fact that if the situation had been different and if Blakey had not been Liv’s boyfriend, I would have let myself seduce him.

In a messed-up way, I think that the taboo and interdiction worked as a Viagra pill. Because I knew that Blake was off limits, I wanted to push things further even more.

Libido is such a weird and uncontrollable thing…

I could tell that Blake was very horny too and that the weeks without having sex were getting to him. Something in me was really adamant to see how far he would go.

One rainy afternoon, Blake was the one to fall from a chair and to need a massage. I had to volunteer to help him out!

I did not think that rubbing a balm on his back would be too bad.

Maybe it was not that wrong, but it was for sure a slippery slope. Literally.

To this day, I could nut just thinking about the moment I was massaging his ass. It was the first time I was touching his perfect peach and I was hard all throughout.

Blake was softly moaning for the most part of the massage and it was getting me even hornier. He liked feeling my farmer hands all over his jock’s body.

I ended-up jerking him off. I was rarely the one doing the work and servicing other guys but with Blake, I could make an exception. He deserved it and he was helping me so much at the farm.

When he jizzed in my hands, he looked like he was in Heaven and I… Well, at this stage, I knew that I really wanted to fuck that man.

Later that night, I could not help myself from asking him to return the favour and to jerk me off. I wanted him to really feel my cock in all of its glory. He had seen it in details, but he needed to experience it with his touch.

Blake seemed reluctant at first and I thought it may end there until he ran to my bed to give me the best handjob of my life. At one point, it seemed like he was about to suck me off but he did not do it.

I was satisfied though.

Not only I had the pleasure to nut on his pretty face, but it was now clear that he was into me, at the very least as much as I was into him… if not more!

Another boy I had gotten obsessed with my dong.

I did have some regrets afterwards and I went to the glory-hole multiple times to get my mind off of Blake.

Hanging out naked was one thing, stroking each other’s dicks was another, but having sex, nah… This was not serious. I could not fuck my daughter’s boyfriend while she was in London and therefore, I needed to keep some sort of distance.

See, my dick is quite untameable, and if I were to get too close to Blake’s asshole, I was not certain that I would be able to stop myself from taking a deep dive, if you know what I mean.

It was tough though and after a few weeks, things got a bit wilder.

The first time when I really felt bad about crossing a limit was when I asked him to tape my cock, just for fun.

For some reason, I really wanted Blake to get familiar with my dick, to realize how big it really was, to be even more impressed. I was feeding off on the admiration and lust in his eyes.

I thought this was not going further than what we had been doing before and that taping a mate’s cock was still in the realm of acceptable “horsing around” behaviours between buddies.

However, the activity did not go as planned.

Oh yes, Blake taped my huge cock carefully, - 12.1 inches hard! -, but he also worshipped me like one of my bitches, just like the good Picket, back in the days!

To be fair, it was not only him. I was very much driving the session.

I lost control. I made him stroke me, touch me, kiss my cock. He even put the tip in his mouth at some point and I made him worship me.

I needed to hear him praising my dick.

I put aside who he was for Liv and I let him be my little faggot.

I know this is wrong but what can I say? It was even better than with the other dudes I was fucking on the side. Blake was a legit straight college jock, the best kind of sluts!

Fucking a straight dude had always added something to the act, it was making me feel powerful like I could turn anyone gay for my fat dick.

With Blake, it was the cherry on the cake because he was the little prick fucking my daughter, and now… I owned him.

No need to tell you that I paint the poor boy white with my jizz. I was so damn horny.

As I mentioned, I am not proud of it but I just lost it. Blake was simply too hot, too into me, too good at playing with my balls, the best at swallowing my jizz.

By the end of it, we had both realized we had gotten carried away and I promised myself I would not let myself go any further.

This was getting way too sus.

I swear that I tried to resist for a while but by the end of Blake’s first month at the farm, we were like magnets, unable to stay away from each other.

It was tough because not only Blake’s submissive side had totally made me hot for him, but not even talking about that, he turned out to be a really cool dude with whom I loved to hang out.

I used to only be happy when alone, but with someone like Blake, I could enjoy the company.

We worked perfectly together without needing to talk. Everything was just natural, he was good at what he was doing, and good at following my orders. He had gotten a bit confident with the work and way more comfortable around the farm.

Blake was frustrated by the city life and I taught him a lot about being a real man.

These days, men are too in their heads, in their feelings, overthinking everything.

Why cannot we just fuck who we like and live our lives as we want? I like to be naked, why should I have to wear clothes? Why use a fork to eat my damn chicken? And why should we spend hours dissecting our aspirations, thoughts and feelings? Who fucking cares?! We are born to die so we just better live a little while we have the chance.

Blake was one of the rare men that I met to get it.

He had been poisoned by college and by social media, but with me, he could go back to his primal instinct. In the span of a few weeks, I saw him change for the best.

I felt like I was seeing him thrive and I wondered if he was that happy with Liv…

Bad Joe, very bad.

Yet, even then, I did not think that we could ever be together. It was not an idea that could even cross my mind. We were two men stranded in a farm, and we were having a little fun.

Most of our time was spent working although I would allow myself a few slaps on his perfect butt when he had done a good job, which, to be fair, was almost all the time.

I could lie to myself but that particular summer was the best of my entire life.

Irremediably though, things took a turn and became much more sexual… Shocking, I know.

We had been fooling around for a while without never crossing the boundary of actually acting as if we were gay or having sex. There had been a lot of rubbing, some rimming, and a ton of stroking each other off, but nothing more… No sucking or actual fucking.

Until that day where he sucked me off in my bedroom… The handjob and fingering were no longer enough and I had to have him blow me for real.

I suppose that this event changed a lot of things because that was also when I learned that it was not the first time, he was taking my dick in his throat.

During one of my visits at the glory-hole, Blake had hidden himself behind a wall and had blown my dick without me knowing!

I had schemed a lot to get some pussy or ass back in the days, but this, I had not seen it coming!

The boy was hornier and more conniving than I ever was!

I was mad at him for lying but let’s be real, I was a fucking hypocrite.

First, I had loved every second of that damn blowjob and to be even realer, the fact that Blake was behind the wall was making the experience even hotter.

Second, I was glad that he had done it and could only wait for him to do it again.

Third, and maybe most importantly, thinking about it afterwards, I was pumped by the idea that Blake had gone through all this trouble only for a chance to blow my dick!

In a sense, he had given me the best of both worlds. I could enjoy some nice slippery rough sucking all the while being free from the guilt of hurting Olivia.

Once he had blown me in my bedroom though, all pretences were over. We were clearly crossing a line and we had to deal with our conscience.

Somehow, we came to the conclusion that what Olivia did not know could not hurt her. It was clearly not solving the issue but I would have taken any excuse to allow Blake to continue servicing my hungry cock.

I had invaded Blake’s mouth and I would let go of it so easily.

Just like some of my boys before him, having sex with my farm helper had become a part of my daily life.

The first time I actually fucked him, - meaning that I shoved my gigantic dick inside his tight virgin hole -, was in the barn that we had fully renovated together.

I had not planned for it that day, but it happened naturally.

I mean, it was just the logical order of things: the jerk off sessions, the handjobs, the rimming, the blowjobs… the ass pounding was next.

Hell, I hate that word, but one could say that Blake’s first sodomy was romantic. The sun was setting behind us, Blake was looking handsome and I took care of him as if we were lovers.

More importantly, Blake had the best hole I had ever dipped my cock into.

And trust me, I know what I am talking about, I have fucked my fair share of pussies and asses.

I had to refrain from cumming all along! It was pinkish and so fucking tight and warm. Certainly, one of my best fucks ever.

And the dude was a true champ, he managed to take most of my monster cock on the first attempt. It took him a little longer to take it balls deep, but he managed to do it within the first week we had started to fuck.

Impressive.

I pushed him for it, I wanted to feel myself completely inside of him. This was something only a handful of men could give me.

Honestly, by this point, it was like a drug.

I needed my fix, I needed to fill that hole or that throat. I needed to feel Blake impaling himself on me, swallowing my jizz, smothering himself under my ass… I wanted it all and I wanted it 24/7.

I hated the fact that Blake would have fooled around with my buddies at the glory-hole or anywhere else.

He was mine.

The human brain is a wonderful thing. I managed to elude thinking about Liv completely, as if they had never been together.

Bad Joe, very bad… And delusional.

The heatwave had driven me crazy… Or maybe Blakey really was special.

He was taking my cock hard and with no complaint, morning, afternoon and night. We were both shameless and insatiable, a perfect match.

Damn it, I will say it, he was the best cocksucker and bottom I had ever used. He could take it all: my spanks, my slaps, my spit, my hardcore fingering, and above all, my twelve inches of hard meat.

Not only he was taking it deep in the ass, while constantly begging for more, but he was also swallowing it all in his throat.

Blake was like a magician, learning the most impressive tricks in the span of a couple of weeks.

Maybe it was his smell or the way he was looking at me when we were fucking, but it was not only the sexual performances or his perfectly tight but resilient asshole which were keeping me coming for more, there was some sparks in the air, something I had never felt since Liv’s mother.

He could be tender and sweet… Fuck me, I was falling for the guy.

I doubt that Blake was aware of how unique he was.

Dave tried to get a piece of him once, and I had to punch the prick in his face. Coincidentally, or not so coincidentally, the barn burnt down a couple weeks later.

Aiden was texting me from times to times but I was completely disinterested now. I called him once to signify that it was over.

When he came by the farm to confront me, it was only an occasion for Blake and I to finally have some sort of a talk.

Something you should know about me is that I am not really good at talking, but I think Blakey got the message. I was into him, and it was real. Realer than it ever was with Aiden or any other guy before him.

See… Now I am getting sentimental. Ridiculous, I know. Joe Peterson, being all startled by a 22 years old stud.

The reality had to hit me back though.

The summer was coming to an end, and with that, my time with Blake was soon to be over.

I tried to make the best of it. We worked together, slept together, ate together, showered together… made love together.

When Olivia was calling him, I was getting angry, frustrated. I did not want to give him back to her.

Did she really deserve him? Would they make each other happy?

I doubted that.

Just like I had been jealous of Bob or Dave, I was getting jealous of my own daughter.

Of course, I did not see it that way at the time, I was deep in denial, but in retrospect, it is so obvious that I was getting possessive and… yes… growing feelings.

Blake was messing with my mind so much that I even considered, for the first time ever, to have a more submissive role with another dude.

If Blake was a great sub when he was servicing me, he could be dominant too. He was a very manly and muscular guy, and God damn it, he knew how to eat my ass and make it feel good.

One of my favourite things had always been to smother a good mouth with my musky asshole and I had found a great partner for this game with Blake. The college hunk was not afraid to go deep and raunchy with his tongue.

It did not take long before he started fingering me as well, and one day, to mess up with him while he was having yet another long call with Olivia, I sucked his dick.

Not the first time I was tasting a cock but certainly my most convincing performance as a dick sucker… I was not so dominant anymore.

I was still reluctant about getting my ass fucked though.

Not that I was afraid to look submissive or any bullshit like that, - I know that I am a tough man and having a dick in my ass would not change the fact that I am an Alpha -, but I had simply never really considered getting fucked before and I was not sure this was for me.

I may have never asked Blake to fuck me if I had not thought we were so close to breaking up.

As Liv was supposed to be back very soon, Blake decided to end it all. It hurt like a dagger through the heart but the boy was right.

The fool had initially suggested to confess what we had been doing to Liv, but obviously, there was no way! Could you imagine? Telling my only daughter that I was fucking her boyfriend, or worse, that I was somehow in love with him? I could never!

Since I would not agree to say the truth and since we had to end things one way or another, Blake decided to take the leap and made the decision for the both of us.

That was probably wise.

Yet, that was also the last push I needed to ask him to penetrate my ass for the first time. I was ready.

If this was to be over, I could not live with the regret of not going all the way. Besides, it might sound stupid but, in my eyes, it felt like a last gift that I could give to my favourite lover. He deserved it.

I offered Blake something I had never given to anyone else before. I believe that he appreciated it.

Blake fucked my ass senselessly and it exceeded all my expectations. I had not become submissive but I could have been anything for Blakey.

The very same day, Liv came back and it ruined everything.

By some miracle, she did not suspect a thing but I thought that I had lost Blake for good…. Until the farm burnt down and I found myself moving with the both of them in their small apartment downtown Sacramento.

And now what?