A Fall in the City - Chapter 12 (Patreon)

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 12: Hitting the Wall

I remember exactly the day Blake and I had sex for the very first time. We were horsing around inside the barn that we had renovated together.

I had been dying in anticipation for so long.

Weeks before, my cock was already rising to full mast at the thought that, maybe, one day, it could get inside that tight virgin asshole.

You should have seen Blake lying in the hay, stark naked, ready to become one with me, begging to get penetrated.

I convinced myself that it was just sex, that it was just like with any of the other boys I had fucked before.

I was fooling myself.

His college bubble butt kept all its promises, and more.

To this day, taking Blake’s virginity remains one of my best memories when it comes to sex, and probably, one of my best memories, point blank.

His sweet taste, his attitude, his body, his soft moans when I was sliding inside of him… I loved every second of it.

There was this other time, a few weeks afterwards, once we had fully leaned into our desires and had started a routine together.

We were being more intimate, even outside of sex. We were cuddling, kissing. For the life of me, I just wanted to take care of this man, feel his body right next to mine.

One hot morning, he joined me in the showers as he would always do.

At the time, I was starting to really worry about Liv. I was trying to ignore what was coming but like any event you dread in life, it seems to always come-up faster than expected.

By this point, I think she was meant to come back about ten days later.

I could not longer lie to myself and pretend like what I was doing was not wrong, and I had poorly slept that night.

Yet, when Blake joined me in the shower and started massaging my back, I could not let go of him.

He kissed my neck from behind, I wrapped his hands around my chest, and I felt his growing dick against my ass.

Could you imagine that? I was actually considering taking it in my hole at some point.

I was so fucking infatuated with the guy!

That morning, I was the one shoving my cock in his ass. Once he was done with soaping my back, I turned around and we were facing each other.

We made out under the water; it was so freaking steamy.

One of my hands was gripping his dark hair, the other was feeling his bare ass. He was caressing my cock and then stroking it at the same time.

We did not need to talk; he always knew exactly what to do.

This might sound corny and I cannot believe I am even saying that but with Blake, there was this magical thing happening.

You know, when the sex is both extremely erotic and sensual, but can become bestial and rough at any given moment.

Blake got down on his knees and started blowing my girthy cock in the shower.

He was even more attractive with the lukewarm water dripping on his face, his wet hair, and his eyes semi-shut as he was pushing himself to swallow my bone in its entirety.

“Here you go, baby….” I encouraged him, playing with his hair.

“Hmmf… Hmmf… Daddy…”

Hearing him calling me Daddy was another instant turned-on.

Blake was the ultimate macho straight dude, turned submissive gay slut’s fantasy.

It was like I had awaken his primal instincts. I had turned on a switch and he had turned into someone else entirely, expressing the part of himself hidden and repressed for so long. His true-self, maybe.

I mean, no need to use the big words here, the boy simply could not get enough of my twelve inches monster-cock.

I also made him swallow my balls in that warm shower.

He was spitting back some hair from times to times, - what can I say? Daddy Joe is hairy as gorilla -, but he was always thorough when it came to licking and cleaning me up.

I lifted up my right leg and put it on the ledge. I tried to keep my balance as he sneaked right below me to eat the fat ass that I was gladly offering.

He was particularly good at this, tossing my salad.

“Fuck yes…. Blakey… Dive right in… Eat Daddy’s shithole.”

I was raunchy and he did not mind it one bit.

Blake was not afraid of a challenge. He was an athlete after all.

Actually, he was pushing his nose further in my ass, begging me to smother him with my musky manly stink.

“You taste so good, Daddy…”

Damn it, those were the good days!

No stupid GrindR app; No older housemate who was secretly sick; No naked gardener wandering around; No wedding in sight…

Just two horny men, going at it in the shower, eating each other’s up until foreplay was over and I could finally ride Blakey with my big leaking cock.

We got out of the shower to continue to spice things up.

The tub was a bit too narrow to express our full potential.

Blake bent over against the sink and spread his ass-cheeks for me.

Such a good boy…

His hole was still very tight but I had gotten the confirmation that this thing could stretch. It was pretty impressive to see it gaping when I was pulling back my cock the middle of the action.

A glance at his red insides could make me cum in a split second.

The position over the sink was nice, because it meant that while I was banging Blake from behind, we could both look at our reflections in the large mirror in front of us.

That was another striking image. Seeing myself, roughly pounding the hunky college jock, the same guy that my daughter had brought home one day.

My balls were fapping against his ass, I had taught Blake how take it balls-deep.

In fact, I had taught him a lot when it came to gay sex, but to be fair, he was a very fast and dedicated learner.

I guess you always make a lot of progress quickly when you’re motivated by the learning subject. Apparently, Blakey was very much fascinated with learning how to handle my massive veiny dick…

We had fucked three or four times the day and night before, and already, at 8 AM, I was drilling him like a rag doll once again.

Because we were fucking so much, we could also last longer during each session, meaning that some days, we could virtually fuck for six or seven hours. We were taking breaks, - we needed to drink and feed ourselves -, but we were irremediably going back at it.

Yes, we were insatiable.

That morning, from the shower tub, to the sink, I ended-up sitting on the toilets and Blake got on his knees for a good old ass-to-mouth cock-sucking.

Maybe that was during that blowjob that I really fell for him.

It is quite hard to pin point the exact moment when it happened, when I fell on the other side, when, basically, I was no longer in control.

In any case, he bobbed up and down on my large slab of meat and although I was dying to nut at this point, I made him sit on my bone one last time so I could breed his ass properly.

The knowledge that for the rest of the day Blake would have my sperm bathing in his asshole, was simply making me happy.

I think he liked that too, the sense that I was owning him.

Maybe he knew that he was owning me just as much since I was unable to resist him for more than just a few hours.

To make a long story short, I nutted in his ass on the toilets and he jizzed in my own mouth about thirty seconds later.

It was only right to return the favour.

I had grown to love being a cock-sucker myself.

That was also something new for me, eating cum.

But that was not Bob’s seed, nor Dave’s, or a damn anonymous trucker at the glory-hole… That was Blake’s, and maybe it was a story that I was telling to myself, but because it was him, the taste was delicious.

Sometimes, I wondered what would have happened if I had not asked him to fuck me that afternoon, when he had tried to end it all.

We were in the living room a few days later and Blake had just confessed how much Olivia was excited to see him again, how often she was calling him, and how bad he was feeling about what we were doing.

What a punch in the guts that was…

In many regards, begging him to fuck me instead of breaking-up had been a huge mistake.

Blake was offering me a way out and certainly; I should have taken the exist.

It is difficult to be mad at myself for that though…. How was I supposed to resist?

I do not think that I would have had any other opportunity, or the envy, to get sodomized by another guy for the rest my life. You do not want to die stupid. Right? I just could not let him go that suddenly… And I thought we still had a few more days before Liv’s return.

Besides, it was not like Blake needed much convincing.

He became crazy horny as soon as he understood that I wanted him to fuck me. And for the life of me, he did a fucking amazing job at it!

Who would have thought that the old Joe would enjoy a stiffed college dick buried deep inside his ass, slamming against my prostate?!

Of course, you know the rest of the story, Liv chose the worst timing ever to come back and things were never the same afterwards.

In the end, it was me who had broken things up.

I knew why I had done it but it was not making it easier.

Weeks later, in a damn castle up in the hills of Sacramento, the memory of fucking Blake never failed to give me a solid brick in my pants.

The problem was that it was now accompanied by a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. What had I done?

That dreadful Saturday, I was counting the hours until he would propose to my daughter.

That was driving me nuts.

I was picturing Blake, meeting with Zaid to get some flowers, and then, decorating the small apartment with hundreds of petals.

Olivia would come back from her yoga class; she would be both moved and surprised by the romantic setting. And then…

Blake would get on one knee and he would ask her to marry him.

By this point, I regretted everything: Breaking things up with Blake; Telling him to make Olivia happy, to fix his relationship with her; Getting with him in the first place…

How the fuck could I have been so stupid, consistently making the wrong decisions?!

God damn it, the sex was amazing and that Summer had been the greatest of my entire life, but the pain was too much to handle now!

I did not even recognize myself anymore.

WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE SO MUCH, JOE?! I was shouting to myself in my own head.

I needed some fresh air.

Contrary to what I had told Zaid when he left, I went to the garden to continue his work.

It was probably one of the very last warm days of Fall.

I wanted to feel the exhaustion, the sweat on my back, the soreness in my muscles. Feeling the pain physically is often a good way to stop feeling it mentally.

I think I was seriously turning mad because I had to very consciously refrain myself from getting into my van and tell Blake that he was about to make a huge mistake.

I was even seeing myself confessing everything to Liv.

Every single time, I had to snatch myself back to reality, to remember that this “relationship”, whatever it was and however I might be feeling for Blake, could only go straight into a brick wall.

I had broken up with Blake to avoid the unstoppable crash ahead.

I needed to stick to my decision.

More importantly, I could not destroy my daughter’s life. No matter what, she was the most important thing.

I certainly did not want to grow old and find myself alone, not being able to see my own grand-children like Fran.

I thought about her and I dug deeper in the dirt, using the shovel as a way to express my frustrations.

I was so angry at life.

My farm burning; Fran being sick; Zaid being in love with Blake (what the fuck, dude?!); Blake and Olivia about to start a life together.

Nothing was fair, or right.

Not that I deserved any grace… I am not that delusional to believe that I was meant to receive anything better from the Universe.

Since Debbie’s death, I had lived my life pretty selfishly.

Just look at the way I had treated Aiden. How I was treating those GrindR dates. Those were people, not pieces of meat, but I could not allow myself to care about anyone. It was just too dangerous to get attached.

And see, I was not wrong… I had cared about Blake and look at me now, spinning out of control like an old crazy lady.

Clearly, gardening was not enough to take the edge off.

I tried to reason myself, mainly because I hated seeing myself in such a hysterical state.

This was a bad day, but better times would come.

I was healthy, my daughter was happy, this was everything that mattered in the end. I mean, everything was going according to my plan. I wanted Blake and Liv to marry each other, right?!

This was reasonable, they loved each other before I almost ruined everything.

Once again, I was running in circles.

I had already fucked Zaid in the morning but I needed to find another outlet to calm my nerves.

I went back inside the mansion, took a cold shower, and I watched the most hardcore and craziest porn that I could afterwards.

It was quite the eye-opener for me.

90’s and early 2000’s classics were definitely dead, and porn nowadays had nothing to do with what I thought it was.

I could not find a single straight scene where a woman was not manhandled and destroyed through every single one of his holes by a herd of hung guys.

Triple anal penetration, double fisting, piss, puke even… No surprise the world was going mad! Compared to the shit I stumbled onto online, I was pretty vanilla with my hardcore fucking, foot licking, or nipples’ biting.

Or maybe, that was just the algorithm giving me what he knew I needed to take my mind off and get my cock back to full mast.

He did offer a lot of “step-dad / step-son” roleplay videos.

I am not proud of it but it did work to get me going.

I checked some clips featuring transexual women too. There was just this fantasy about fucking a woman with a dick between her legs. I also had the reverse fantasy of banging a man with a clit.

I edged myself for a good couple of hours to the craziest stuff you can imagine online.

I was certainly entertained but I did not feel any better once I had nutted…

Quite the opposite, I was drained and depressed.

Watching hours of hardcore, meaningless, and violent porn is not good for your mental health? Who fucking knew?

I let the sperm dry on my chest.

It was stupid because I knew it would be a pain in the ass to clean the dry jizz stuck in my hair later on, but I was going through it and did not have the energy move once I had ejaculated.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, exhausted, but unable to fall asleep.

Finally, at 8PM, I went to get myself something to eat in the kitchen and I found the mail that Zaid had left for me on the table.

“Great…” I mumbled, seeing the large envelope coming from the hospital.

The day was ruined already so why not take care of the insurance’s paperwork now?

I took the envelope and went into Fran’s office.

She was barely using it but she liked to pretend that she was a business woman.

I mean, Fran certainly was. She had built herself her long career, but let’s be real, she had a team of accountants and advisors doing most of the business work for her.

Since I had moved in, I had not seen her in that damn office once.

It was also a first for me. I am not one to be very on top of things when it comes to administrative work, but I had promised Liv that I would take care of that.

I owed that to her.

She was probably joyfully crying in the middle of her living room right now…

She would call me very soon to give the big news.

Shit… I had to stop thinking about the damn proposal!

There were a ton of files in the envelope, way more than what I was expected, but it was mainly because they had put mine and Olivia’s records in the same package.

We did have the same last name and I had made the request for the “Peterson” medical records.

It had been a pain in the ass to justify the access to the documents because of medical confidentiality but I had gotten everything now, much more than what I needed actually.

I promise, I did not mean to breach any secrecy by quickly going through Olivia’s medical record.

I knew she had been treated because of the smoke she had inhaled and I was simply looking through the documents to know which ones were about me, so I could send them to the Insurance people.

I did not even register the information when I read the name of a psychiatrist at first.

When more weird shits kept popping up, I genuinely thought of a mistake.

“What the hell have they done with these records?” I grunted, convinced that there had been a mixed-up.

The files were mentioning a patient with suspected suicidal thoughts and incoherent speech.

A very large dose of drugs had been ingested, probably through the use of sleeping pills.

Sleeping pills…

That was when the pit in my stomach started to hurt deeper.

I was slightly trembling while reading through the papers even though the information had not sunk into my brain yet.

It was like my body had understood what that all meant before my brain even did.

I kept reading, and the more I was reading, the more there was no doubt that they were describing my Olivia.

They had to extract the drugs from the patient’s body and she was forced to see a psychiatrist. Because of the investigation in process, that information has been exceptionally communicated to the police department.

There was a lot of gibberish in there, a lot of crossed-out information, and many medical terms that I simply did not understand.

It was hard to keep track as it was, but I believe that I did not want to understand or process what I was reading anyway.

My breathing was accelerating though, and going through another document, one piece of information became very clear.

The night of the fire, when Olivia was brought to the hospital, she had swallowed an entire bottle of sedatives and she had risked her own life because of it.

I knew that Olivia was taking a sleeping pill once in a while, especially because of the jet lag, she had brough some pills at the farm, but this was just on a whole new level.

The truth fell on me like a hammer.

She had tried to kill herself.

I let go of the piece of paper and I had to stand up.

I wanted to scream.

I was so confused though…

That was when the second truth hit me.

The shock was even stronger.

She had tried to kill herself because she had caught us!

Of course, that was it! I had fucked Blake against the kitchen counter in the middle of the night.

We had been reckless; we had not been able to help ourselves.

I was shaking a lot, unable to stay still.

She had caught us, and she had gone back to her room to swallow the sleeping pills, probably in the hope that she would forget what she had seen, and that she would never wake up.

It was a nightmare.

And then, there was this third and last truth.

It was becoming evident now.

I could not believe that I had not seen it sooner.

This was way too coincidental that a fire had consumed the barn Blake and I had been so proud to work on together the very same night.

We had shown Liv what we had built over the Summer, and she had destroyed it. Obviously, she would have wanted to burn everything down after seeing us together!

Her own father and her boyfriend, fucking in the kitchen.

Liv had burnt the farm down.

She was ready to kill us all… And believe me, I was not even mad at her.

I was hurting for her.

How many times did I think that we were running straight into a wall while I was fooling around with Blake?

How many times did I see the crash coming?!

I knew it would end badly.

Why did I have to wait for so long before putting the brakes?!

When I foolishly thought that I was avoiding the crash, in reality, we had already hit the wall, weeks before!

“Ah.” I gasped, suddenly remembering the proposal occurring at the same time.

This was bad.

She knew everything… And Blake was about to get on one knee!

Maybe the worst had not happened yet.