A Fall in the City - Chapter 07 (Patreon)

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 7: Quick and Dirty

My second week in Sacramento followed pretty much the same path as the first one.

I got used to be sleeping on the couch, to be seeing Blake and Olivia argue and make up, and I became a regular at the jazz club, mainly to hear Lova Lova sing.

I even befriended the bartender, Sergio. A good lad. Very professional and easy to talk to whenever I wanted to.

He was not looking bad either. Nice juicy ass.

Blake and I tried to stay away from each other but, - who is surprised by this? -, we did not succeed.

I mean, Olivia let us alone one night to hang with her girls, what the hell were we supposed to do? Playing boards games? Watching television?

Of course, we fucked! And pretty hard!

I shoved my twelve inches meat deep inside his ass as he was bending over against the washing machine. In exchange, he rimmed my hairy asshole and blew my cock in the large bathtub.

I creamed all over his face.

We did reduce the frequency of our intercourses though.

Back at the farm, we were banging three or more times a day, and we were virtually glued to the hips 24/7.

At the apartment, I was nutting in his ass or in his throat four times a week, max.

See, we were making progress!

If the risk was part of the excitement at first, at this stage, it was no longer the case.

On the contrary, having to stay hidden and lying to Olivia’s face became a huge weight, as far as I was concerned anyway.

Trust me, if I could have erased any hint of attraction that I had towards Blake and forget everything, I would have.

Sadly, I was ineluctably drawn to his peachy bum…

Resisting each other was not easy, Blake was spending a lot of time inside the apartment and I did not have a job either.

Not the best conditions to try to get rid of an addiction.

Things could get boring quickly… And we could get horny even quicker!

At times, we were managing spending a few hours in the same room without jumping onto each other, but at other times, we had to release the pressure somehow.

Once, we jerked each other off for literally hours.

Blake used his valid left hand to stroke my sausage and I used my right hand on his, sadly he could not use both of his hands to cover the entire surface of my meat.

Do not get me wrong, it was still very much enjoyable.

We edged ourselves during an entire afternoon. Any time we were about to cum, we were taking a small break before going right back at it. That, until we jizzed a crazy amount of cum in our respective mouths.

I was not much of a jizz swallower before meeting Blakey, but the boy had gotten me accustomed to the taste of his milk, to the point where I was craving it.

When Olivia was around, we behaved.

Well, mostly.

I could not resist a little smack on the ass when she was in another room, and Blake would incidentally rub my crotch just to make me go crazy, even during dinner.

I hated when he did that.

First of all, it was way too risky.

Second of all, I was left with an unattended erection afterwards. That was not cool.

And third of all, - and probably worst of all -, Blake was all guilty when he was done.

What was the point of poking the bear if he could not handle the consequences of his actions?!

It was like he was teasing me all day long, and all of the sudden, he was deeply regretful and ashamed.

Lucky for Blakey that I could not stay angry at him for too long.

In the course of the first couple of weeks of my stay in their apartment, I think the craziest thing we did was when Blake re-enacted the usual “waking me up with a blowjob” trope, except that this time around, we were in his living room, it was the middle of the night, and Liv was sleeping right next door!

We were definitely playing with fire but I was losing my common sense when it came to Blake.

I was so comfortable under the sheets, sleeping, and suddenly, there was this amazing wet mouth surrounding my leaking cock.

How was I supposed to say no?!

I grabbed Blake’s hair in the dark and forced him down my pole.

He choked, gagged, gurgled but he deep-throated me like the champion cock-sucker that he had become.

I think I nutted in less than four minutes of intense servicing of my rod.

It was a close call because Olivia woke up to have a glass of water while Blake had just returned to the bathroom, my fresh jizz in his mouth.

Once again, I was clearly seeing the crash coming, - this situation could not last for long -, but once again, I had been unable to refuse myself to Blake.

In the end, the only way to avoid those slips and slides was to get away from the apartment.

When I was going to the jazz club, I started confiding in Fran a little more, before or after her performances.

She was never judgmental and I think that she liked talking to me, I was different than the usual clients, maybe.

Of course, I did not mention my relationship with Blake, but I could talk about loneliness and my hard time living cooked-up in an apartment with my daughter and her boyfriend.

She got that.

When I told her that I missed working, she said that she might need my help with some house and repairs work.

“You know that I own a castle, right?”

“A castle?” I grinned, thinking that she was joking.

“It doesn’t have large towers or anything, but my mansion is up in the hills of Sacramento and it has been formally classified as a castle. I bought it back in the seventies, everything was cheaper back then, and I’ve practically spent decades renovating it. Yet, there’s still a lot of work to do.”

“Wow. That’s impressive. I love old houses.”

“I assume that, being a farmer, you must be good with your hands and with fixing stuff?”

“I sure am.”

“You should come by one day; you’ll see it for yourself. We’ll negotiate a good price for your help with the renovation.”

“I don’t want a pity job though. I don’t need charity.”

“Trust me, I already have multiple people helping me but no one has the time – or the ability for that matter -, to fix the west aisle with the guest bedrooms. I offered the job to my gardener already, he’s cute and all, but this work is way out of his league. I mean, it’s not that pressing anyway, it’s not like I have many guests...” She added, a bit bitter.

“Thank you, Fran. I’ll keep the job offer in mind, and I may want to take a look at the castle.”

“You can come over just to drink some tea if you want. No need to be working.”

“I’m not much of a tea drinker.”

“I’ll get you to taste new things.” She added with a wink before being called on stage.

Fran really was a character.

I understood why she had been famous. She was even more extravagant when she was doing her Lova Lova part.

It must have been hard for her, having her sons, her (multiple) husbands, the castle, the big career, and now, she seemed very much alone.

Maybe we were all deemed to end alone anyway?

When I came back at the apartment that night, it was very late and Blake and Liv were already in their bed.

They were not sleeping though.

I could hear them talking, they had not realized that I was back home.

“You’re sure that you’re fine with my dad staying here, right? We owe that to him.” Liv was saying.

“Of course, baby.”

“You don’t seem like your usual self since I’ve been back.”

“I don’t know, I’m just frustrated with the injury on my wrist.”

“Do you even like my dad? Sometimes, I feel a weird vibe between you two. I thought that after three months working on the farm, you’d be fully comfortable each other. Like, you’re not intimidated by him anymore?”

“No… What are you talking about? I love your dad. He’s great!”

Oh boy, Blake was walking in a very dangerous territory.

I did not listen to the rest of the conversation; it was not my style to eave-drop and it was stressing me out too much.

The following day was a big one for the entire household.

Finally, Blake had an appointment to remove his cast… This was a relief for everyone involved.

Olivia asked me if I could bring Blake to the hospital as she had classes to attend.

I was happy to be of any help and I drove him there.

I felt guilty about his injury since it was my fault Blake had to come back inside the farm during the fire, so I was glad to finally seeing him getting better.

The doctor we saw was like most doctors, meaning, condescending and rude.

“We need to have a copy of the exams for the insurance.” Blake explained.

“You’ll see that with my assistant… I’m only here for the cast.” He had replied without even looking at Blake.

The man literally seemed annoyed to have us in his office.

With the damn fees we were paying for an appointment, it was a damn joke how he was acting.

Besides, I thought he was very careless with the way he was handling Blake’s wrist and I almost went off on him.

Thankfully, with age, I had learned to control myself.

18 years-old me would have probably punched the guy, just for the way he was looking at me like I was a redneck unable to understand what he was saying.

All and all, the annoying doctor did his job and removed the cast.

“Take it easy for a few more days but the injury seems to be healing well.” He told at the end of the appointment.

“Thank you, doctor, can I play sports? Like, football or…”

“I’ve just told you, take it easy.”

“My son in law asked you a question. So, no sport?” I grunted at the doctor.

He sighed.

“No sport involving his wrists. No jerking-off!” He snapped back, almost closing the door on our faces.

“What a stupid jerk!” I shouted in the hallway.

“Shut up, Joe. Let’s not make a scene.”

“What kind of doctors is that? We should freaking go back and…”

“We shouldn’t do anything.” Blake cut me off. “Let’s just go to the secretariat to get all the paperwork we need for the insurance.”

“Aren’t you even mad?”

“Man, I don’t have my cast anymore, it’s all I wanted, I’m fine. Besides, you heard the doctors’ orders, you’ll have to keep jerking me off! Sounds like good news to me.”

“Fucker.” I whispered, although he had succeeded in lightening up the mood.

I could not deal with the administration so I waited for Blake in the lobby.

Not sure that it was a smart choice, there was a girl there and she drove me crazy. She was wearing a tiny mini skirt, - very inappropriate outfit to visit to someone at this hospital -, and she kept on crossing and uncrossing her legs.

I was pretty certain that she was purposely turning me on.

I had to wait for half an hour, and when Blake came back, I was super horny.

“Do you know her?” I told Blake, pointing at the girl as we were leaving.

“Nah… Why?”

“I don’t know, she looks very slutty and about your age. I thought that you might have already fucked her.”

He chuckled.

“Not that I can remember.”

“You, dog.”

“I’m the dog?! You should see the bulge in your shorts. The whole hospital must be aware of your hard-on by now.”

“I’ve already told you, I’m a man and men get hard. There’s nothing weird or unnatural about that. I’m not ashamed of my cock.”

“You certainly aren’t.”

We were taking the elevators to the underground parking lot.

My dick was really stirring up in my shorts.

Sometimes, I felt like just talking about it made it grow stronger and harder.

“Wanna help me out?” I grabbed his freshly liberated wrist, and put Blake’s hand against my crotch.

“Here?”

“I mean, I have to do something about this. Right? As you said, it’s a bit distracting.”

We had reached the undergrounds.

“I’ve never done it in a parking lot.” Blake said, a naughty smile appearing on his face.

“There’s first to everything, right?”

For some reason, I was very turned on.

Maybe because we had not sex in a couple of days. My dick was aching for some action.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll suck your dick off right here if you let me fuck you afterwards!” Blake challenged me.

“You, cheeky boy!”

“What? It’s long overdue, no? And we have something to celebrate today. I finally can use my right hand again!”

I smiled at Blake.

“And your dick apparently!”

“Guilty!”

We both chuckled.

“To be honest, I thought you’d never asked. I was getting frustrated not to feel your cock in my ass again.”

Hearing me say that, I could tell that Blake was just as horny, - and hard -, as I was.

He grabbed my ass but two people came out from the elevators behind us.

“Shit… There’s a surveillance cam right above us.” He noticed.

“Not in that corner!”

I led Blake to the other side of the parking, in a dark and isolated corner.

The perfect place for a quick, dirty and sleazy fuck.

It was crazy because I could already feel my ass twitching at the thought of being penetrated for the second time.

Still, I was the one pushing Blake against the concrete wall, and to slide my hands in his shorts.

“Joe… Hmmm…”

I was jerking him off through the fabric.

I leaned in to lick his neck.

“So, you want to fuck my ass, boy?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“You think you can handle me?”

I almost bit his neck but then remembered that I could not leave a mark on Blake… Too bad.

He grabbed my cock as well.

Funny how the first thing he had done with his healed wrist was to service my cock! I liked that idea.

Not to so far away from us, metallic doors kept on shutting down and opening back up, a few cars were also passing by.

I made sure to push Blake further away to the darkest point of the parking lot, all the while we were furiously making out.

We were not there to be romantic though.

He pulled down my shorts.

“Get on your knees.” I whispered in his ear.

He obliged immediately and did not need any other instruction to shove my cock in his mouth. He bobbed up and down at a rapid pace and I was already dripping precum in his throat.

For the life of me, I was so damn hard already.

“Grrl… Grrl… Grrl…”

I face-fucked him against the wall.

It was certainly one of our raunchiest encounters yet.

We had to be fast not to get caught, we could barely make a sound but we were both grunting like animals.

“Take… Hmmm… That… Hmmm… Dick…”

Skull-fucking is an art and I believe to be a master at it. Thankfully, I had met my match with Blake.

The only reason I did not jizz right there was because I wanted to be horny when Blake would take me from behind.

As his nose was buried in my stinky bush, someone honked nearby.

Fuck, I wondered if people could see us. I never had the confirmation whether or not this honk was about us.

As I saw Blake’s face turning purple below me, I pulled out my sloppy cock and he was able to breathe again.

“Every time I forget… Ah… How thick it… Ah… Is in my throat.” He panted with a smile.

“Want me to do you? Return the favour?”

He nodded yes and stood up.

While he was at my level, we French-kissed again and then, I got down on my knees, my shorts around my calves and my own dick out.

I pulled Blakey’s shorts further down to fetch his cock and balls entirely and I started blowing him. I attempted to reach his level of efficiency as a cock-sucker.

I had to do a good job for my own sake; this veiny uncut dick needed to be fully wet before penetrating me.

Once again, my butthole was itching at the thought.

Who knew that I could be such a slut?

“Come on, Joe… Hmmm… Suck it deep…”

I pushed myself to reach his poorly trimmed pubes.

His nine inches was hard to handle but it looked easy next to my twelve inches + monster, so I had to perform well.

It was almost an ego thing at this point. Blake could not beat me up at that game.

“Yes… Yes, daddy… Right there…”

My throat was full of his meat now.

He was slowly oozing his fluids inside of me and I wondered if he would hold on until the anticipated sodomy.

He did, but only because the blowjob did not last for long.

As I said, quick and dirty.

In an aggressive move which surprised me, he pulled his cock out of my throat, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the other wall.

We were standing up in the dark corner.

“Want to feel it in your ass?”

“Yes… Please…”

I was facing the wall and he was behind me, feeling me up.

He rubbed his cock in the amazonian forest which was the hair in my ass crack, and found his way inside my hole.

No rimming or fingering first, he went it raw and bareback.

“I like it… Hmmm… When you’re slutty like that, daddy…”

“Only for you, babe…” I muttered to him, barely recognizing myself.

He licked my cheek and buried his throbbing dick deep in my ass.

And that was how I was sodomized for the second in my entire life, in a sleazy parking lot, risking to get caught at any given moment.

“Take it… Hmmm…. Take it deep!” He was softly barking.

“Aaaah… Fuck… Fuck, that hurts…”

“Oh yeah? You feel it in your guts? Eh?”

We did not have much time so he did not waste any.

He was drilling me like I was a damn sex-toy.

“Blakey… You’re tearing me apart…”

“Men don’t whine!” He teased me.

Shit, he was right.

“That’s… too… good…”

“See? You like it?”

“Yes… God… Don’t stop…”

“Hmmm…”

His balls were already fapping against my hole, the sound echoing in the undergrounds.

It did not last more than five minutes but it was fucking intense having my prostate rammed like that.

I could not imagine any of the guys I had played with before banging me like Blake was in that moment.

It was almost laughable to consider that Picket, Aiden, or any other guy for that matter would have put their dicks in my ass.

But Blake was different… He had always been.

As he was fucking me against the wall, lifting my left leg to have an easier access to my insides, some headlights turned towards us.

A car was moving inside the parking, right next to us.

That one driver had definitely seen us.

I was stroking myself furiously.

“We… We’re getting caught.” I blurted out.

“That’s fine, I’m almost done, daddy.”

Blake gave me another ample and strong thrust, pulling out his dick and burying it back in one go, and he exploded in my hole.

“Aaaaah… Fuck yes!”

I nutted against the wall at the same time.

Anal orgasm is a damn powerful thing, and let me tell you that, mixing it with a massive ejaculation is a taste of paradise!

We could not appreciate the moment too much because we had to pull back our shorts and we practically ran to the car. At any time, security would have come to get us.

Someone else honked but it was only because they almost hit us with their car as we were running like excited children in a back yard.

The post-orgasm rush was always a good feeling.

The problem with Blake was more about what was coming afterwards… The guilt, the shame, the hitting of the wall.

When I sat down behind the wheel, my ass hurt, proof that I had not imagined the whole thing in my head. That sodomy had been rough!

“You’ve really wrecked me there!” I told Blake.

“As if you’re so sensitive when you’re the one shoving your horse dick in my ass!”

“Yeah, I guess that’s a fair point, but you’re trained now.”

He burst out laughing.

“You’ll learn to take it too! Don’t worry, daddy.”

He kissed my lips as I was driving away from the hospital.

We really were a mess of a relationship.