Farmer Joe finds himself forced to live with his daughter and her boyfriend, Blake, for the entire Fall. The redneck hates being stuck in a small apartment in the city, but he has a secret. Joe and Blake have begun a relationship last Summer... Living once again in such close proximity, things could get steamy... and complicated.
This book is a sequel to A Summer at the Farm, told through Joe's perspective. All characters featured are above 18 years-old and this story is meant to be read by adults only.
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 both manly and slutty attitude, his body, his soft moans when I was sliding inside of him... I loved every second of it.
There had been this one 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 no 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 that 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 wet brown hair, the other was feeling his bare ass. He was caressing my cock and then stroking it.
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.
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 a 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 cabin 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 a few days later, when he had tried to end it all.
We were in the living room 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 giving in though.... How on Earth 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 simply 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 any 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.
