A Fall in the City - Chapter 10 (Patreon)

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 10: The Blessing

I downloaded GrindR.

What else was I supposed to do? Cry over Blake? Not fuck anyone ever again?

Let’s be real, I was not the type of men who could keep the beast tamed in his pants.

I needed to get Blake out of my head anyway… I was thinking about my time with him way too much, and that was turning pathetic.

Besides, if there was one thing that I could appreciate about living in a big city, that was the direct availability of thousands of bums, ready to get senselessly pounded.

Trust me, that was much easier than going to the truck-stop and hoping for a cock-sucker to present himself at the glory hole.

The GrindR app was really awesome at first glance.

You could specify exactly what you wanted, - in my case, submissive sluts who could take a twelve inches truncheon deep in their ass -, and then, you only had to choose among the many juicy options available.

I was super excited as I started to scroll through the wall of bare bums but I came back to reality fairly quickly.

Many guys did not believe the picture that I had shared of my cock was real, others were scared of it, and worst of all, a ton of dudes were just chatting with me to fantasize and talk dirty.

A fucking waste of my time.

They were backing off as soon as I was telling them the place and the time to meet.

Come on! I was explicit enough, I wanted to bury my dick in a wet asshole, what was so difficult to understand?

I could not believe how many guys were trying to make conversation or to be witty.

The problem was that I was swamped with messages.

A new hung top daddy in town, I was the large slab of meat everyone was fighting over during dinner!

After a few hours of scrolling through the hundreds of pointless messages, I found a few serious profiles, legit bitches who were craving daddies’ large cocks for real.

My choice went for “BigTrunk69”.

I had a few criteria.

First of all, I was obviously looking for a great bum. The juicier, the better.

Second of all, I was either going for the very experienced bottoms who could take what I had to offer, or, on the contrary, for practically virgin (straight?) guys in the hope of opening them up.

The latter was a riskier option since it could end very awkwardly. My dick was not made for amateurs, even if I did love them.

Thirdly, I went for “30 and above” exclusively.

You see, I had already had an awkward encounter with one of Blake’s best mates and I did not want to stumble onto any other of his buddies.

College jocks: I had been there, done that. I had had enough.

I figured that it was less likely that Blake would know 30-something guys, and I wanted to fuck men who would be sufficiently assertive regarding whatever they wanted.  

Most importantly, I did not want to have anyone falling for me.

“BigTrunk69” was perfect in that way.

He was showing pictures of his face which was pretty rare, – so many closeted cases, even in the city. He looked pretty hot, there was not a single hair on his body, and his large fat ass (BigTrunk, indeed) was plugged on half of his public pictures.

It was like he had been training for my monster-cock!

He was not that fit but I did not mind it, he had the fat where it mattered most. Hips and ass. His slutty attitude was making up for any flaw he might have had anyway.

His bio was saying it all.

“The bigger, the better. Into hairy daddies, and hard cocks. Not here to find love. I am looking for some MASSIVE challenges.”

It was a perfect match.

The other thing I appreciated about him was that we did not exchange more than a few words before deciding to meet each other.

I assumed that my cock was the only reason he needed to want to see me.

He simply required to do a few seconds video-call beforehand to make sure that I was real.

I was “FarmerDaddy12inches” on the app.

Fitting, right?

We met at a coffee place downtown shortly after talking for the very first time. I think it was less than a half hour between the first message and the moment when we sat together.

This was another one of his rules, meeting his potential partner in public first.

His real name was Tommy, - well, that was the name he gave me anyway -, and he was visibly a pro at this.

He was right on time and he knew exactly how to proceed, leading the small talk and making sure we were aligned on what we wanted.

I guess it was a great way for me to be introduced to that world, through someone who was very used to GrindR hook-ups.

“You know, you should always ask for the guy to call you before any meeting. You never know who you could find when you get there.” He advised.

“I don’t give a fuck; I’ll snap the boy in half if he’s been lying!”

Tommy laughed at my comment.

“Right… I suppose that one could handle it that way.”

“I’m not easily intimidated” I casually replied.

“Damn, people must be all over your DMs!”

“Yes, kinda. Many bullshitters though.”

“You’re a rare specimen. A crazy-hung daddy who shows his face on the app… When I saw you online with the tag “new profile”, I was like, is this Christmas happening in September or what?”

I grinned.

I liked the attention. I could tell that he was checking me out a lot.

I was wearing a tank top, I had not made much of an effort, but he was devouring me with his gaze. I showed a nipple here and there.

“Merry Christmas.” I told him, scratching my chest so he would get to see my hairy belly.

I also spread my legs outrageously. You have to make your intentions clear in life.

I was turning him on, that was for sure. I bet his hairless asshole was already twitching in his skinny jeans.

Thankfully, Tommy was not one to beat around the bush.

“You’re down to fuck me, then?”

Neither was I.

“Sure. Where?”

And just like that, Tommy brought me to an abandoned courtyard not far behind the coffee shop.

He had not chosen this place by mistake and I was certainly not the only one he was taking to this sleazy back alley.

Once again, he was efficient. Tommy unbuttoned my pants and got on his knees. He fetched my horse dick out, - I was not wearing any underwear -, and he was already drooling all over it.

I was getting hard.

“Twelve inches, I did not lie.”

“Fucking Lord.” He breathed on my cockhead.

“You think you can handle that?”

He nodded yes and looked up to me.

“Yes, daddy. I definitely can… Wow.”

He locked his big red lips around my dick.

I wondered if he had had any surgery. His mouth seemed way too puffy to be real. I did not care anyway; Tommy was making me real horny as he started bobbing up and down.

For a split second there, I thought about Blakey. He had a different technique; he knew exactly what to do to make me go crazy.

I was mad at myself for thinking about him in that moment, while I had the perfect cocksucker going down my shaft.

I grabbed Tommy’s chestnut hair and I forced him down my rod even further.

He was choking. I enjoyed that, the sounds of his throat struggling and his mouth heavily gagging.

“Have you ever tasted such a massive cock?”

“Never, daddy… Never something this massive....”

His eyes were crying but slutty Tommy was living his best life. Good for him.

What can I say? I aim to please! I shoved my dick back in his throat and proceeded to face-fuck him senselessly.

I have to grant it to Tommy. He had not lied either; he could handle it. My cock was destroying his throat and he did not complain once.

Heck, he was even begging for more!

That guy was born to service men like me.

I have never understood homophobia and why people had to hide in the closet. You are just born the way you are, if you are meant to be a faggot, there is nothing wrong with that. Who would please me if they were not there?!

Dedicated cock-suckers are a key part of every functioning society.

At this point in my life, I could have had a woman sucking me off and I would have liked it, but I just knew the queers were doing it better. If there were too much talking on GrindR, I cannot begin to imagine the hell the straight apps must have been…

But I was not there to get my dick blown, although it was an enjoyable foreplay. I had met this dude to ram his quote-on-quote “big trunk” and I intended to lead my mission to completion.

“Turn around and bend over, bitch!” I ordered him.

He obliged immediately, I practically ripped off his jeans to slide them down, right below his fat buns.

I did not take his top off, I did not need to see the rest of his body. Only his hole was of interest for me in that moment.

“Hmmm… Please, daddy…”

I spanked his massive ass.

“You know it’s gonna hurt. Even if you shove XXL dildos in your wrecked hole every single night, this one’s gonna hurt more!”

“Oh yes… I’ve been craving for the real thing… Hmmm... It’s been days…”

I was already fingering him with my left hand.

I grabbed his face from behind with my right hand, made his chin turn towards me, and I spat in his mouth.

I liked it rough. He did too.

Tommy dutifully licked the droplets of spit around his swelled lips.

“I’ll fucking destroy that ass; you won’t be able to sit for days.” I warned him.

“I’m asking you…  No, I’m begging you… Please… Wreck me.”

Aside from the saliva and precum dripping on my dick, I almost went at it raw.

The butt-plugs, dildos, and years of experience were showing though. His pink and smooth asshole could stretch easy, even for my extra-girthy bone.

I had more disruptive and annoying thoughts about Blake’s tighter, firmer, and slightly hairy ass.

I pushed the thoughts away… and I pushed my dick deeper into the bitch’s asshole.

“Such a nice cunt, you have here.”

“I work hard to stretch it, daddy… hmmm…”

“I think I need to go harder with dirty whores such as yourself.”

“Hmmm… Yes, gimme more…”

I thrusted my hips and groin to go balls deep into that eager piece of ass.

Doing this outside while we were both still wearing our clothes was making it so much more exciting.

The sound of my heavy balls fapping against his bum was echoing in the narrow alley.

“Like… Hmmm… That?”

“Yes… Lord… Yes, Daddy…”

I grabbed his neck and banged him hard against the wall.

“I fucking know that your pussy was made for it… Hmmm… A wet male full of testosterone pussy… Getting what it deserves…”

“Yes… This is what I deserve… Hmmm…”

“You’re a bad horny boy, you’re only good at taking the largest cocks in your big trunk! Am I right?”

“You’re so right… Hmmm… God… Fill me up…”

I tightened my grip around his neck, - he could no longer talk and barely moan -, he was hardly breathing and I was tapping deep inside his asshole.

I wanted to reach his guts.

I was a freaking beast.

“I’ll get your pregnant, whore.”

“Hmmm… Grrrh…. Ffflease… Hmmm…”

I spat on his back even though he was wearing his black tee-shirt. I did not give a fuck. I wanted to soil and defile him.

I let go of his neck to tear his top apart.

“You like it rough, eh? You filthy slut!”

“Yes, daddy… God… Hmmm… You’re the best…”

I banged him even harder if it was even possible.

“I’m gonna nut and you’re gonna keep my cream in your hole, Right? You’ll think of me tonight.”

“Yes… Please…”

“Fucking hungry male-pussy-cunt!”

“Hmmm… Hmmm….”

I could not hold it anymore and I sprayed his hole with my juice.

I bred his hole for a good thirty seconds and I pulled back my drenched cock.

“There. You’ve got what you fucking deserved!”

“Oh, daddy… Yes, I have… I… Fuck… This was…”

“Amazing, I know.” I took a step back and looked at him. “Merry Christmas in September, Tommy.”

I did not stick around though. What was the point? We were not there to become friends.

I left Tommy behind with his torn tee-shirt, his destroyed (but filled with cream) asshole, and the red marks of my large farmer hands all around his neck.

He sent me a text later in the evening.

“Thank you, FarmerDaddy.”

He was a polite boy on top of everything else. I liked him.

I considered hitting him up during the week. We had exchanged our numbers and I wanted to empty myself again, but I decided against it.

I had my own rules and the most important one was not to get attached.

To make sure I was keeping everything under control, I promised myself not to see the same guy twice, no matter how good he was, and no matter how much he asked for it.

To be fair, the begging was a bit of a turn-off sometimes.

I met with other guys though.

In the weeks which followed, I probably fucked a dozen dudes in various areas of Sacramento.

I would not be staying in the city for long so I did not have to worry about draining the entire sea of its fishes… I could have them all.

You see, I needed the distraction and the boys of Sacramento needed my schlong so why be stingy? Let’s have some fun!

Unfortunately, it seemed like I had hit the jackpot on the first try with “BigTrunk69”

I did not meet many guys who were as good as Tommy.

A few guys could not take it in the ass, some were very boring in bed, and a couple did not even show up to the meeting point.

There was this hot hairy dude, “IrishGuyXXX” on GrindR. He was a realtor working in California. I would say that he stood out from the rest.

He had an exciting backstory. He was married to another guy in San-Francisco but he was exclusively a top for his husband.

When he was out of town, Griffin could not resist trying his luck as a bottom bitch… Just chatting with him about his secret desire to get fucked gave me a solid brick in my pants.

I could relate to that, being always on the top dominant side could get a bit boring.

Aside from Blake, I never considered being fucked by anyone else though.

Anyway, I met Griffin at an apartment he was organizing visits for. Such a true professional, he waited for the family to leave to invite me in.

Funny enough, his husband was also in the real estate business, I wondered if he was doing the exact same thing and seeing other guys on the side.

I did not tour much of the apartment but I visited Griffin’s hairy asshole pretty thoroughly.

I was getting my kick out of the idea that I was submitting a mainly dominant guy.

Griffin offered me a beer, - maybe an Irish thing -, and after a couple of sips, he was stretching his mouth to its absolute limits to swallow my thick cock.

He looked terrified by my hard veiny dick at first, but that made it just that much more excited for me.

He was brave though, Griffin did not back down and wanted to feel it in his ass.

“Fuck, mate. You’ll have to lube me up a lot before we start. I’ll take some poppers too. This is going to be rough.”

“It will be, mate. But I promise, you’ll like it.”

I tried to be a little gentler with him.

The dude was handsome, he had the thick legs of a runner and a perfectly round bubble butt. I was pretty fond of his hair too, that made him more manly and fed my fantasy about fucking a dom.

I fingered Griffin to loosen up his hole, I rimmed his hairy musky pucker for a good ten minutes, - he loved it -, I fingered him some more and then I went in with my cock.

He screamed a little, he panted a lot, he sweated all the water from his body, but he let me fuck him doggystyle on the floor.

I did not manage to go balls deep, but trust me, it was still an impressive fit given Griffin’s lack of experience as a bottom.

Since he had pushed his limits so much, I granted him with a rare blowjob.

His cock was not that big, - especially compared to mine, must have been half the size of my monster truck -, but I was happy to swallow it like a lollipop. Not a bad taste, not as good as Blakey though.

I licked his nipples and played with his furry chest.

I nutted right in his throat after I had ploughed his ass. Who does not love a good ass to mouth?

I hoped that I did not mess up with his brain too much… How could he go back to fucking his husband after that?

I had my rule though.

No second meeting. No attachment. No taking care of his personal affairs.

I was fucking those men and I was moving on with my life.

To be clear, I was not only fucking guys during that time in Sacramento. I had lots of work to do at the castle and I was very much committed to it.

I was dining with Fran two or three times a week and I would still go to see her perform at the jazz club.

I enjoyed her singing and presence more and more.

Twice, I ran into Zaid but he was dressed, so it was not as fun as the first time.

I also spent a couple of afternoons working on my damn paperwork, just like Olivia had asked.

I made a formal request to receive my medical files from the hospital in Utah and I had several video calls with the contractor and carpenters in charge of renovating the roof of the farm.

They planned for the farm to be liveable by the following December, about nine weeks from this point.

There would be more renovations and works to do afterwards, but this, I could take care of myself, just like I was doing for Fran.

I was seeing Blake and Olivia from times to times but they were pretty busy. Or maybe they were avoiding me, Blake anyway.

They came to visit the castle one afternoon early in October.

I had promised them to give them a tour and I wanted to show the advancement of my repair works. They also met Fran and Olivia seemed to love her very much.

Blake and Olivia were holding hands most of the time.

I tried not to be jealous. I had made my decision.

We found ourselves alone with Blake in the front yard while Fran and Olivia were talking about Lova Lova’s impressive career.

We got to talk just the two of us for the first time in nearly a month.

“You and Liv seem to be doing much better.” I told him.

I tried to hide any hint of bitterness in my voice.

“That was the point, right? I mean, that’s why you left the apartment, so I could try to fix things with Liv.”

“Right…”

“Well, I did. We’re fine now.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

Blake bit his lips.

“I hope you’re doing well, yourself.” He told me.

He was not so good at hiding his bitterness.

“Living here is much easier than being at the apartment, and I like working on the renovations. It makes me feel good about myself.”

“You’re doing a great job with the bedrooms. You know, whenever you need an assistant, you can call me.”

“I’m not sure that’d be such a good idea.”

“No funny business, I swear. We’re done with that part.”

I was not sure how I was supposed to respond to that.

“Yeah. Well, maybe I’ll call you if I need help with the work, if you’re sure your wrist is feeling better of course.”

“It’s completely healed.”

“That’s the good news.”

I smiled at him, happy to put the fire behind us.

“Joe, you know that I was supposed to propose to Olivia when she came back from London.”

“Yes?”

“I… I think that I will.”

That was tough to hear but I did not show any sign that I was uncomfortable. Or at the very least, I tried to remain emotionless.

“Really? When?”

“This Saturday, it will be exactly three years since we’ve met. That’s a nice symbol, don’t you think?”

“Yes, a very special date…”

“Wasn’t it what you wanted?”

I sighed.

“It’s not about what I want.”

Blake got annoyed.

Clearly, we had still a lot to unpack and a long way to go before being able to have normal conversations.

“Listen, Joe, it’s important to ask the father of the future bride for his blessing. This is why I’m telling you this… Do I have it? Your blessing to marry your daughter?”

There were so many things that I wanted to say.

“Of course, you do. I’ve told you, you two make such a great couple. As long as you’re making Olivia happy, I’m happy.”

Blake looked away for a few seconds.

I noticed that he was clenching his fist.

“I’ll do my best to make her happy, Joe.” He told me seriously.

“I trust you.”

We had to end the conversation; we were being called back by the ladies.

This was exactly what I had asked from Blake, so why the fuck did I feel such a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach?