A Fall in the City - Chapter 05 (Patreon)

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 5: The Football Team

I fucked Blake in the woods and the very next day, I fucked him in the living room.

Twice.

What was the point of going out if it was to do the exact same thing that we could do at home, minus the bugs and the dirt?

Besides, the couch was comfortable for sleeping, but it was also a great place to ram Blake's pinkish asshole senselessly.

We resisted five minutes once Liv had left before jumping into each other's arms and making out like crazy.

To be honest, I had been anxiously waiting all morning for the moment we would finally be alone.

Hell, there is no point in pretending we were trying to be respectful.

As I said before, I was attracted to Blakey like a damn magnet on a fridge. I could not help it; I wanted him 24/7 and resisting touching his body while Olivia was around was torture in itself.

From sloppy kisses, we moved on to tongue fucking and balls licking very fast.

Despite his cast, Blake could be very flexible when he wanted to.

He sucked my cock avidly, I returned the favour, and then, I pounded his asshole doggy-style on the couch made into a bed. That excited musky ass felt great!

I was not against retesting the experience of getting fucked myself, but for the time being, my cock was way too at ease in his bubble butt to give it up.

Blake loved having his prostate massaged and who was I to deny him the pleasure of my massive horse cock drilling it?

The other problem was that we were both nutting too quickly, before we ever got the chance to switch roles.

What can I say? We were too damn horny.

That day, I bred him in the ass once, and I nutted in his throat for our second round.

Blake was so cute when he was swallowing my cum.

Not to say that I did not feel guilty afterwards, especially when Olivia was coming back, all exhausted after a long day, only to help me more with my own paperwork.

She was such a good girl and I was a complete dick to her.

I knew I was competing in the category of worst dad of the decade but, sue me, I could not help myself. Why do men have to be such slaves to their libido?

I was weak.

Blake and I had decided to avoid the topic of Liv or of our quote on quote “relationship”, only using our time alone to fuck like rabbits.

Of course, deep down, we knew we were running straight into a brick wall.

We were ignoring the large elephant in the room for as long as we could.

By that, I mean that we were ignoring the fact that we would have to confront Olivia at some point. For once, I was not talking about my massive dong, you, perverts!

The worst part was when Blake himself showed that he was suffering because of the situation.

He tried to be casual about it but the way he was looking at me, and then a Liv, was not fooling me.

Anytime we were fucking, it was like a firework, but once we were done, I could see the deep guilt in his eyes.

After all, he had already tried to break up with me back at the farm and there we were, reliving the same pattern, waiting for the unavoidable crash to happen.

The sex was very good, - I mean, really, really good -, but was it worth all that trouble?

On day four of my stay at the apartment, Blake was invited to a party with some of his mates from the football team.

I thought I would be spending the evening with Olivia at home, but she explained that she would like to have some of her own friends over, basically the girlfriends of the football team.

"If you want to stay at home tonight, the girls and I can meet at Lisa's instead. But if you want to, you can go with Blake to Eric's place. It might be good for you to see other people!"

"Wouldn't that be weird, hanging with college kids?"

"They're seniors and we're all adults now. But it's your call, dad."

I was sceptical at first but I did not want for Olivia to changer her plans.

Also, I have to admit that I was somewhat curious about Blake's friends. He had mentioned them to me a few times during the Summer.

I wondered how the college jocks were partying these days.

I took Blake aside.

"You're sure you're fine with me going with you?"

"Yeah, why not? My bros are cool and I'm sure they'll like you once they know you. Just don't scare them straight away, okay?"

"Why would they be scared?"

"Come on, you know you can be intimidating."

I smiled. I knew exactly what he meant and I liked to hear it.

"You're not so intimidated anymore." He teased me.

I slapped his ass playfully.

It was the first time I dared doing something like that while Olivia was still in the apartment with us.

"I mean, it could be funny to see them all impressed and uncomfortable. Besides, you can be my driver?" As he was always doing, Blake showed me his cast.

"Sure, then. Let's go."

Needless to say, Blake sucked my cock during the ride there, - we had not done anything that day since Liv had stayed home -, and I came all over his handsome face.

He was a bit mad about that part.

"You could have warned me! I cannot go see my mates with cum dripping on my face!"

"Hey, if you tease the beast, you have to expect to get splashed!"

"Asshole!" He said while licking the cum around his lips.

"Not gonna lie, my cum looks good on you."

Blake chuckled.

"Oh really? And how does it look up-close and personal?"

He leaned over to kiss my cheeks while I was still driving.

"You're crazy, boy. I'm gonna cause an accident!"

"Oh sorry, since a blowjob didn't disturb you, I didn't think a little kiss would."

"Shut up and wipe your face, there are some tissues in the gloves' box."

"Yes, Sir!" He mocked me. "No funny business tonight, though. Seriously."

"Don't worry, I won't slide my hands inside your jeans in front of your little buddies."

“I mean it.” He insisted.

“Me too, I know what I’m doing. I’m not crazy.”

Blake did make sure that all the cum had disappeared from his face before we knocked at Eric's apartment.

He had not noticed the droplet remaining on the back of his neck but I did not tell him about it. I was happy to have my mark on him as he was reuniting with his college friends.

Blake was still mine after all, and this tiny stain was pretty harmless.

Even if someone noticed the stain, who could have thought this was actually cum? My cum.

"Hey, bro!" Eric hugged his mate.

"How is it goin', bro?"

"Pretty chill! Better than you, the wrist injury is all real then!"

"Damn real, and damn annoying, bro."

Did those kids really have to say "bro" every two words?!

Apparently, they did.

"And you must be the notorious Joe Peterson?!"

The guy named Eric exclaimed, hugging me as well.

He was a bit too confident for my taste but I guess this was making sense. Eric was blond, sporting a trendy buzz cut, he was very tall and perfectly fit, - like any good quarterbacks -, and he had the face of someone who would be working in Hollywood.

He must have been one of the stars on campus. All American Jock.

I preferred my boys a little less "perfect" and "smooth", but eh, he seemed like a nice guy and I was a guest in his home so I played it cool.

"Joe Peterson, himself." I hugged him back.

"I think it's the first time one of the in-laws come to a bro's evening. Welcome, man." Eric mentioned.

It was not very clear what he was trying to imply with this comment, but one thing was for sure, I am not the type of guys who gets uncomfortable easily.

I had been invited and I intended to have a nice time.

To be honest, I was very much relaxed anyway. Blake's blowjob in the car had certainly helped a lot on that front.

"A beer for the daddy?" A black guy came at me, holding three beers in his hand.

The dude was looking a lot like Aiden, aside from being broader and more muscular, and this was a bit startling.

I did not want to think about Aiden.

"I'm the driver tonight, so I'll be careful but I'm never saying no to a fresh beer." I replied.

"Nice! I'm Zaid"

"Joe."

He handed me the beer.

"I already know who you are, the legend! You're Liv's dad, right?"

"No, I'm Blake's boyfriend." I corrected him.

Blake's jaw almost dropped on the floor but Zaid and Eric exploded in a loud laughter.

Obviously, this could only be a joke.

Is not calling each other's gays the ultimate tease during an evening between straight bros? I was only trying to fit in.

We moved on to the couch while I confirmed that I was indeed Liv's dad, - they knew her and visibly liked her very much -, and that Blake had worked on the farm all summer.

More guests arrived afterwards, each of them a different version of the college jock’s archetype. Cocky attitude, broad shoulders, tight shirts to display their meaty pecs, probably drinking shakers all day long to stay fit, most of them having the exact same haircut.

None of them had the special something I was finding in Blake though.

There was an important football game on television that evening, the reason they had organized this little party - I did not care that much about football, but they did -, and we ate some pizzas.

All and all, I must say, those dudes were pretty boring.

Not that they were not nice and welcoming, but precisely, maybe they were too nice.

It was only confirming my theories that city boys were practically girls at this point, even college jocks.

They were talking sense of style, clothing, football stats and career prospects after their last couple of semesters.

Where were the talks about sex and hot girls? When was the action starting?!

I considered that maybe they were behaving because I was there. They may have been careful of not embarrassing Blake in front of his future "in-law".

To show them that I was very chill, I tried a couple dirty jokes which landed pretty well.

Thankfully, the celebration of the end of the football game, - their favourite team won -, and the consumption of alcohol increasing did loosen them up after a while.

While they were discussing the best work-out routines, someone mentioned that working on a farm seemed to be the best way to keep in shape.

“Look at Joe, he doesn’t need to go the gym!”

I seized immediately the opportunity to show off.

I needed to show those boys what a real man looked like! Right!

Those were my most natural instincts kicking in.

From as far as I can remember, I had always been like that, wanting to assert my dominance in any room that I went to, especially when this room was filled with cocky men.

I took off my shirt and Zaid started cat-whistling.

"Daddy looks good!" He joked.

"See, boys, no need to go the gym every day. Work with your damn hands, go outside, you won't need those ridiculous protein shakes."

"Man, you really are this bulk just from my manual labour? No particular training? No diet? That’s impressive.”

"Diet!" I chuckled. "Ask Blake here what is my diet! Beers, locally-produced meat and potatoes, for every damn meal."

"To be fair, Joe was going to the gym quite a lot in this youth." Blake pointed out.

I could not say if he was enjoying the moment or if he was afraid that I would take things too far.

Probably a little bit of both.

"Guilty." I admitted. "I may have dabbled into some bodybuilding when I was your age."

"Well, those muscles do look thick!" Eric cheered his drink as a sign of approval.

"Wanna feel them?" I flexed my biceps.

Blake sat back further in the couch.

Someone else took the opportunity for a squeeze though. Maybe Zaid was even more similar to Aiden than what I previously thought, he practically jumped towards me to get a feel of my hard muscles.

"Wow. That's some girthy meaty muscles!" He reviewed while grabbing my right biceps.

Everybody laughed.

"You should feel my pecs, they're even meatier." I pressed him.

Now, things were certainly getting a bit gay but it was only making the football team more excited.

Boys being boys, finally!

"Zaid and Daddy Joe are getting very close tonight, bro!" A ginger dude teased.

Zaid did not seem impressed.

He grabbed both of my hairy pecs and laughed his ass off while massaging them.

"Indeed, I can confirm those are some large natural breasts!"

I made my pecs bounced as he was feeling them.

At this point, everyone was pretty hysterical.

There is never a dull party when Joe Peterson is invited.

"You wanna feel something even meatier?!" I asked Zaid, pushing the dare.

He looked sceptical and I outrageously spread my legs to get my point across. Yes, I was talking about my cock.

"You dirty, daddy!" He chuckled.

He was not so daring after all because this time around, he took a step back and poured himself a shot of vodka.

The team took my naughty proposal as a joke, - I was not sure myself that it was one -, and a silly flexing competition started. They wanted to measure up to Daddy Joe.

Frankly, I was glad the tea party was over. Now, we were having some fun!

Also, I wanted to see how Blakey compared to his mates, I had understood that he had quite the Alpha dog reputation during the evening. I was very much encouraging the little competition.

Zaid who was already at the centre of the attention after our little skit was the first one to stand up in the middle of the circle and to take his tank top off.

Now that I could have a closer look, there was no doubt that his chest was much more muscular and defined than Aiden’s.

Seeing his upper body was not enough for me though.

"And what about the thighs? Are you hiding chicken legs under those jeans?!" I challenged him.

Zaid immediately pulled down his jeans and Eric played a strip-tease music on his phone.

The thighs looked good but to be honest, I was more interested in the package merely hidden under some white Calvin Klein's briefs.

That was the thing I could recognize to the new generation, they were finally done with the long, ample and shapeless underwear. They knew how to enhance their assets.

Zaid’s hunky butt was to die for.

"What do you think about that, daddy Joe?"

"9 points for Zaid!" I spoke.

And from this point on, I became the sole judge of the flexing competition in Eric's living room.

The ginger guy went next, confident that he had even bigger assets than Zaid.

Maybe he was even more muscular but his bulge seemed slightly less prominent. That was a fault in my books.

"Not bad, not bad. I'll have to see everyone else to make my official ranking." I decided.

The guys dared themselves to participate and, in the end, everyone paraded one after the other, just like in an actual bodybuilding competition.

Unfortunately though, the boys were not wearing the traditional tiny colourful thongs.

Yet, as I said, the pairs of underwear were pretty revealing themselves.

Eric was wearing super-tight and super-cut blue boxer briefs which were enhancing his bulge and making him an incredible round ass. Like two apples ready to be eaten!

I got where he had acquired his confidence from.

The next competitor looked like he was packing a monster in his underpants and overall looked very good. Antonio had light-brown skin, perky nipples and an eight-packs abs.

It was difficult not to give him a ten out of ten.

The parade continued with more outrageous flexing, even some dancing and twerking, and I was starting to like this football team very much.

See, it had not taken a lot of work to get them to go back to their primal instincts.

Blake was a bit reluctant about the improvised flexing competition at first, but with a few more drinks and once every of his teammates had played along, he could not really be a buzz-kill and refuse to participate.

I knew his body more than my own but seeing my Blakey stripping in front of his teammates, only to be judged by me, made my cock rock-hard.

I hoped the guys could not tell, although, I did not care that much.

As if anyone of them would dare to go against my authority by calling me gay? They were already under my spell.

Blake was very much cheered and applauded by his buddies, proving his dominant position within the team.

I was proud of him.

I wished the cum on his neck would not have dried, it would have been even hotter, but maybe that would be for another time.

Blake finished his performance by standing up inches in front of me.

"Have a good look, Joe. I really want to win this competition!" He turned around and I had his ass right in my face.

Dang it, I thought I was controlling the situation but Blake certainly knew how to play me like a fiddle.

Obviously, he was far ahead from any of his competitors.

In the end though, I did not really have the chance to give my scores.

While Blake was going back to his seat, Zaid stood up, looked weirdly pale, and puked in the middle of the living room.

"Maaaate!" Eric complained.

That interrupted the game as we had to clean up the mess and someone had to accompany Zaid to the bathroom.

"Kids nowadays can no longer handle their booze..." I remarked.

"Nope, that's just Zaid, man." Antonio told me with a grin.

“It’s always Zaid.” Someone chuckled.

The good thing was that no one thought about dressing back up after the little show.

I mean, those guys may have been corrupted by city life, but at the very least, they were part of a sport team together and they were used to see each other naked.

The time for horsing around was over though, and Eric was seemingly very interested about Blake's time on the farm.

We ended-up having some sort of a serious conversation in the kitchen, just the three of us. I tried not to be distracted by Eric's ridiculously tiny briefs.

"We've talked about the fire but how was it beside that? Nearly three months in Utah, working on a farm? Was it hard?" He asked Blake

"Frankly, it was pretty amazing."

"No need to say this because I'm here." I told him with a smile.

"You know I'm for real, Joe. I mean, seriously, it made me think..."

"About what? The meaning of life?" Eric joked.

"Kinda, yeah. You know, being at the farm, working outside, not having so much pointless social interactions. Not such a bad way of life."

"You could really live in the middle of nowhere? No offense, Joe."

"Non-taken, man. I'm proud to be living in a desert. Not a fan of the city myself."

"Not only I could, but I'm actually considering it." Blake replied in all seriousness. "I have no idea what I'd do once college is over, working on a farm doesn't seem as such a bad idea."

I hate admitting stuff like that, but I was touched.

Blake had really embraced my way of life.

I could not help myself from thinking... How we would be happy together, being just the two of us, pretty much naked all day, working in the morning, having sex in the afternoon, cuddling all night...

Jesus, I really was becoming a romantic.

Eric said exactly what he needed to ruin the moment.

"Would Liv be down for that though? She doesn't seem like a countryside girl."

Blake's smile instantly disappeared from his face.

"Fair point... Sacramento is too small for her. I'd probably be the one following her where she’ll go anyway. She’s the genius.”

And that was pretty much it for the bros’ night with the football team.

All and all, I think I made a good impression on the guys. Who could have thought the father of one their friends, a 43 years-old farmer, could be that fun?

They all told me we should stay in touch, and Zaid, who finally felt better, insisted that I go to the big campus party the following week.

The ride back home was a little bit gloomier.

The excitement had died down and the latest conversation that we had seemed to have made Blake think.

As you know, I am a firm believer that anything good can come from thinking too much.

"It's all a fantasy, right?" He told me as I parked behind our building.

"What do you mean?"

"Going back to the farm, doing this work for the rest of my life..."

"Liv's grown up on a farm so maybe she won't be so against the idea." I pointed out.

"I'm not talking about Liv, Joe. It's not with her that I would want to go to the farm. You know that."

I looked away.

Not this again, not the serious talks.

Blake sighed.

"Yeap, just like I said, this is just a fantasy."

He left the car but I stayed in for five more minutes.

Once again, we had had a lot of fun but now, I was just sad.