A Fall in the City - Chapter 09 (Patreon)

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 9: The Naked Gardener

When I first woke up in the castle, it took me a few minutes to remember where exactly I was.

I was stark naked, sleeping over the sheets, my strong morning wood fully exposed.

That worried me for a split second, my mind was still on Liv’s couch and back at the shared apartment, I was way more mindful of my nudity.

But I was not there anymore. I could relax.

I had my own room in Fran’s mansion, and I bet she would have loved to see me naked anyway.

I still slid into a pair of briefs before walking to the bathroom next door.

I did not even know if Fran was home.

She was great about this; we were pretty much living in a separate aisle of the mansion and she did not seem to bother whether I was there or not. She never asked questions about my whereabouts.

We had our separate set of keys and I could come and go as I wished.

Already, I could tell that I had made the right call leaving the apartment. It was becoming way too nerve-wracking to live with Olivia while I was fucking her boyfriend on the side.

My bad, I know.

I was not happy about my last conversation with Blake but it did feel like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

The sex was very, very good, but I am not one to deal with stress and drama.

I like to be free and to not mind people around me.

Having to calculate my behaviour all day long was the worst, and potentially hurting my only daughter was the finale nail in the coffin.

Even if Fran had not offered me a place in her home, I would have simply gone back to Utah and slept in a tent.

I have to say though, I was glad for the marble bathtub and the hot water!

Not that I was enjoying luxury, - I pretty much never cared about comfort or money as long as I could live by -, but my first few days in the castle felt like a vacation.

One that I had not taken since my early twenties when I had lost my parents and had to go back to the farm… Damn, it was more than twenty years prior.

The irony was that I was actually working a lot in the mansion.

I wanted to make my stay worthwhile for Fran and I was committed to do all the repairs work she might have expected, and more.

Being on my own was complicating some of the tasks where I would have needed a helper, but for fuck’s sake, I was fine being alone!

I was finally myself again. No argument, no serious talks, no stress… Just me, my hands, and some concrete work to do. God Bless!

I was not the only one working for Fran and I met her cook on my first day there.

He was a joyful Latino guy named Alfonzo, and from what I could tell, he was about my age.

He did not have my shape though… Alfonzo was morbidly obese and it was a bit scary to think that he was preparing Fran’s meals every single day.

Clearly, the two of them were on two vastly different diets.

But I should not talk trash about Alfonzo because the lad was good to me.

He had no obligation to feed me but he would always offer me something to eat when he was in the house. He could hear me working upstairs, right above the kitchen and he would come with delicious treats to give me a break.

I knew Fran was loaded with money but it was hard to say to what degree.

Her house was probably worth millions at this stage but she had bought it more forty-five years prior, when she was in her mid-twenties and when the country was under a much different economy.

Still, she had a personal cook, a chauffeur, and a gardener who I had yet to meet. She was rich.

On my second night there, we actually ate together and Fran told me more about her life.

Well, her life was way too full to be dealt with in one single dinner, but we went over her first and second marriage.

Her second marriage being the one which lasted the longest, and which gave her two sons who were now in their late thirties.

I told her a bit about Debbie, how we got married and how she got pregnant with Olivia very quickly.

The wedding had nothing to with her pregnancy though, we were very much in love and we knew that we wanted to spend our life together.

I also told Fran how proud I was of my daughter, how well she had gotten over the death of her mother while she was not yet a teenager, and how she had left the middle of the desert to pursue her dreams.

“At only 21, she’s already had an opportunity to live in London by herself for three months. Crazy how she grew up so fast.”

“She’s gonna be a strong independent woman, meaning you’ve been a good father to her.” Fran commented, holding my hand warmly.

My princess had become an incredible woman indeed.

I barely mentioned Blake, it was a touchier subject.

Fran was hard to pin down or to define, but in one word, I could say that she was free. We were not so different in that way.

Her freedom had certainly come at a great cost, mainly her family, but at over 70 years old, - I was still unsure of her real age, - she kept on insisting on living by her own terms.

That was admirable.

I gave some news to Liv over the phone. We planned a dinner on the following Wednesday and she told me that “everything was fine back at the apartment.”

I could not say whether she was lying or if, effectively, my departure had helped getting her and Blake together but I hoped they were okay.

By day three, I was feeling much more comfortable in my new home which translated into being way less careful about the way I was wandering around in the house.

Naked Joe was back!

That third morning, I did not bother with putting anything back on before leaving my bedroom for my shower.

Maybe I should have been more cautious? You tell me.

As I was about to reach the bathroom’s door with my stiffed cock in its full morning glory, pointing straight to the ceiling, the door opened and a naked man appeared in front of me.

“Aaaaah!” He shouted, in shock, putting his large black hands in front of his impressive genitals.

“FUCK!” I yelled, surprised.

Unlike him, I did not think about hiding my hard cock from his eyes.

Not that I could have hidden that much meat anyway…

The dude jumped, seemed terrified, and he started running the other way.

His wet bubble ass was bouncing throughout the corridor.

“Hey!” I shouted. “Who are you?!”

Instinctively, I ran after him.

Who was this squatter in Fran’s home?

“Help!” He screamed as if I was the one attacking him.

He ran down the stairs and I followed him hastily.

“Stop! Dude! What are you doing here?”

On the very last step, the one leading towards the main living-room, the guy fell face down on the floor.

“Aaaah.” He screamed.

I had him!

I practically jumped on his back to prevent him to move further.

“Gotcha!”

My hard-on had not subdued and suddenly, I was practically dry-humping him. Trust me, it felt more like we were fucking rather than fighting.

But what were we fighting for anyway? Who was this naked idiot?!

I felt his wet body underneath me. The man must have been in his twenties, he was very muscular, - not a hint of fat, except maybe for that ass -, with a broad smooth back.

He was quite skilled with his moves.

As I was getting startled feeling my cock against his ass crack, - it had been trapped in there like a sausage between two juicy buns -, the stranger nudged me with his elbow and managed to crawl his way out of my hold.

The little prick!

I grabbed his feet and ankles before he could stand back up and he tried to kick my face as I was holding him.

“HELP!” He yelled again.

“Help?! You’re the freakin’ intruder!”

“HELP!” He repeated.

“Fuckin’ Hell, calm the fuck down, I got you! You’re not going anywhere!”

In his attempt to escape from me, he turned around on himself, and for the first time since that split second where I had caught him in the corridor, I could take a good at him.

My first thought was that he looked very much like Aiden.

Consequently, my second thought was…

“Zaid?!”

I had already noticed their resemblance at Eric’s party.

His eyes widened.

“Joe?! Joe Peterson? What… What the actual fuck?!”

I released my grip.

What did one of Blake’s best mates doing here… Naked and semi-wet?!

I stood up but Zaid remained lying on the wooden floor. In this position, my cock was towering right above his surprised face.

By the way, at this point, he was only staring at my slab of meat.

Yeap, even in those circumstances, a twelve-inches gigantic cock remains an impressive and unbelievable sight!

“What the hell are you doing here, Zaid?”

“I could ask you the same question.” He panted.

He was out of breath after our little chase down the stairs.

“I work here! I live here!” I exclaimed.

“So do I! I’m the gardener for Ms. Davis.”

Finally, the pressure dropped and I burst out laughing.

“You’re the gardener she told me about?! Good Lord! Why did you run away when you saw me?!”

I extended my arm to help him stand back up.

His gaze was still very much on my cock but he did grab my hand and not my dick to help himself out.

“I was just scared! I’m usually alone in the house in the morning. I’ve been working here for almost a full year, I’ve never seen anyone, and especially, not in that state.”

He stared right at my junks again; the poor boy could not help himself.

For some reason, I could not get Joe Junior to go back to a flaccid state. It was like the altercation had gotten me even harder, the tip of my cockhead was literally dripping.

To be fair, my insatiable rod had been in very close contact with a tight asshole and the itch of filling up a hole had been about to be satisfied, it was sort of natural to be super horny now.

“I’ve just moved here.” I explained.

“But weren’t you staying at Blake’s?”

“As you can imagine, I enjoy a bit more personal space in here… Besides, Blake and Liv needed the apartment for themselves. I met Fran and she told me she was fine with me living here as long as I’d help her with some house repairs.”

“I see…”

“You live in one of the guest bedrooms too? She had not told me.”

“Nah… I’m just working here. I live on the campus. I come by several times a week to tend the garden, mow the lawn if needed. But she told me she was fine with me taking a shower here once I was done, I’m even allowed to take a nap and I’m sure that I could stay the night if I wanted some day. I’ve already slept here a couple of times actually.”

“Makes sense.”

He looked around the living room and once again, he hid his junks with his hands.

He had nothing to be ashamed of, - he was definitely a “shower” -, so I did not get why he had to be so prudish.

“I… I was going to get my bag with my clothes when you caught me.” He explained.

“Oh, no problem. But don’t be weird about being naked, son, that’s just natural. We’re between men.”

I could not help myself from teaching the right ways to younger guys.

Aiden looked at me quizzically.

He was about to say something but apparently, he decided against it.

“I’ll get my stuff anyway. Ms. Davis is gone for the local market, she’ll be back soon I believe.”

What would have happened if Fran was not supposed to “be back soon”? Would Aiden have made a pass at me or was it just my pervert-mind talking?

My radar for guys drooling over me was sending me strong signals.

“Sure. I’ll get the shower I was planning to take.” I replied casually.

“Yeap.”

We stayed there awkwardly for a few seconds.

“I’ll use the opportunity of the shower to also take care of that big problem.” I told, pointing at my throbbing cock with a grin.

He laughed.

“You should. It does seem like a release is much needed…”

My memories were a bit blurry but was not it to Zaid that I had already proposed that he touched my cock during the evening at Eric’s place?

It was certainly him who had thoroughly felt my muscles in front of everyone.

No, definitely, I was not imagining things. Zaid could not look away from my body and I could tell that he was making mental photographs for his future jerk-off sessions.

I was not sure if the boy was a faggot but he definitely wanted a piece of me. Who would not?

“What are you looking at?” I teased him.

“Nothing. That’s… That’s not an ordinary dick.”

“Fair. What do you think about it?”

I wondered how far I could push this.

I wanted to hear him say how huge and meaty it was. I needed the praising.

“To be real, I think it’s downright crazy to be packing a monster like that. Women must be scared of this shit.”

“Women… Yeah… They often cannot handle it.”

Tell me that you would, I thought.

Make the first move, I dared him in my mind.

Zaid did not do anything, although, his cock was not so soft anymore.

“I guess I should get my bag.”

He finally started walking towards the stairs.

And again, I could not help myself, I closely followed him. I wanted Zaid to feel the monster throbbing right behind his tails.

“Nice ass.” I even dared to joke.

“Never skip leg day!” He replied.

I refrained from spanking it, that would have been going too far.

We were up the stairs and there was his bag with his change of clothes right there.

He bent over to pick it up, I had a very brief sneak peak of his brownish asshole, - very slightly hairy, I thought he was trimming -, and I stopped our little flirtatious game there.

It was stupid to start with anyway; I was not going to do anything with a buddy of Blake. Right?

“I’ll go take my shower; do you want to stay for breakfast? I don’t think Alfonzo’s here but I can make something. Eggs and bacon?”

“Sure, I can stay. But don’t worry, I’ll make breakfast while you’re in the bathroom.” He said while putting his underwear on.

As I had already noticed, the men from his generation were not afraid to wear tight stuff to enhance their assets.

I was glad.

“Thanks, pal. Sorry about the chase down the stairs!”

“That will be a funny anecdote. Blake will be laughing his ass off when I’ll tell him about it.”

I felt a bit uncomfortable with that.

Although, I assumed that Zaid would not mention my dick rubbing against his ass anyway.

Besides, Blake was not my problem anymore. I had to stop thinking about him.

I went to the bathroom, enjoyed my shower and as I had planned, I also jerked off.

My cock desperately needed the release and it was smarter to be less horny when I would get to hang out with Zaid again.

You know, to avoid any temptation.

In the past, I would have certainly gone back to the kitchen in my birthday suit, only to have Zaid staring at my junks again, but I had learned some lessons from Blake.

Harmless fun is all good, but playing with fire can be dangerous. I had to be more cautious.

I put on a pair of shorts (going commando) before joining him.

“It’s weird that Blake didn’t tell me you were working here, when I told him that I was moving in the mansion.” I told Zaid as I was eating the bacon he had made.

“I don’t think he knows about it. I’m a gardener for multiple houses and families in the city, it’s how I pay for my tuition. Also, I think Ms. Davis likes for things to stay discreet so I don’t talk much about her house, or her castle as she says.”

“She’s quite the character.”

“She is! But she’s very generous.”

Something clicked in my mind.

I remembered how Fran had jokingly told me she preferred much younger guys. She had also mentioned that she had nothing against gigolos. Good Lord, she must have been fifty years older than Zaid…

It was weird though, to have her gardener take shower and “naps” at her mansion.

And why the need to be discreet? What was truly going on between them?

I kept my doubts to myself, this was not any of my business.

“I didn’t even know her, as Lova Lova I mean. I met Fran randomly at a jazz club a few weeks ago.”

“You like jazz?”

“Let’s just say that I enjoy going to places where I can drink a nice scotch and not be bothered with autotune dance music.”

Zaid smiled.

“I get that… So, you’re only doing repairs work for Ms. Davis?”

That was another odd question.

Funny enough, I think that Zaid was wondering if I was not Fran’s gigolo myself!

I did not care much about what he might think so I played with it.

“I’m trying to help her any way that I can.” I replied vaguely.

The breakfast was overall uneventful and quite nice.

Fran only came back hours later, once Zaid was long gone and I mentioned that I had stumbled on him as he was getting out of the bathroom.

“I should have told you about him. Sorry about that.” She spoke.

“You did tell me that you had a gardener helping you out.”

“Yes… To be honest, I had almost forgotten that he was often showering in here.”

“You never stumbled on him… Naked?” I interrogated with a cheeky smile.

“This is not of your business, Sir.” She winked at me. “How the works are advancing in the guest bedroom?”

She wanted to move on to another topic, and I let her.

Once again, whatever she was doing with college kids was none of my business. And given what had happened with Blake, I was in no position to judge.

Fran was pretty happy with the work so far, - there was nothing to be particularly proud of, I had removed the decayed tapestry and was now painting the whole room white -, and she already wanted to tip me for my help.

She was very generous indeed…

I did not accept her money though, and I was getting tired of her attempts of charity.

I had my pride and a deal is a deal.

Frankly, aside from the incident with Zaid, my life in the castle was pretty peaceful.

When I was at the apartment, I wanted to go out all the time, in my new environment, I did not have to leave that often. I felt great by my own, only seeing Alfonzo and Zaid from times to times.

I did join Blake and Liv for a dinner downtown.

I had not seen them in a few days and they seemed to be doing better. In any case, I did not catch any hint of tension between them.

Maybe they were just playing their parts of “happy couple” very well?

Only Blake was different with me, he barely looked at me and would not be very active in the conversation.

If Zaid had told him about our encounter, he did not even mention it.

I could not be mad at him. I had imposed him the “break-up”, if we can call it that so, obviously, we would not be so friendly anymore.

Thankfully, Olivia was talking enough for the three of us.

Aside from her job and her classes, she had made progress with the damn insurance people.

“You’ll get to be fully covered; you just need to ask from the hospital copy of your medical exams and bills. They can mail everything to you. I have already made the request for Blake.”

She gave me some paperwork and some phone numbers.

“Thanks, Liv. I could have never done that without you.”

“Don’t worry about it, but do it quickly, okay? Don’t procrastinate on this. I know administrative work is boring but it’s important.”

“I know and I won’t procrastinate. I promise.”

She asked me how it was in the castle and I told her that I was sure that Fran would not mind her visiting.

We agreed that she should come by soon and Blake agreed to come as well.

Guess what though?

When I came back home that night, apparently, the naked gardener was working some extra hours. Zaid’s car was parked behind the house…

I smiled to myself.

I bet Fran was about to be very generous that night.