A Fall in the City

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.

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 22: Spaghetti and Meatballs

I was ready for round two but Blake seemed in a mood for eating actual food. My male juice was not entirely sufficient to fill his stomach.

It was a shame but I guess I could wait thirty more minutes before fucking his sweet peachy ass.

That would make a perfect desert in fact.

"Spaghetti and meatballs." I announced.

"I'm starving."

Blake was sliding his pants back on after our foreplay-gone-wild.

"What do you think you're doing, boy?"

"What?"

"No clothes in Joe's household. You know how I roll!" I smirked at him.

He seemed to think about it for a second and then, instead of buttoning up his jeans, he actually took them off altogether with his boxer briefs.

I liked it much better that way. His cock and balls hanging out, his v-line on full display, his perky nipples complimenting his amazing pecs pointing upwards.

The boy was excited.

Even if he had wanted to, Blake could not put his tank-top back on anyway since I had torn it apart earlier.

Thinking of which, I was started to get used to ripping this sort of clothes apart.

Oopsie.

I was already stark naked myself as I attended the kitchen to finish cooking my signature meal.

"It's not really your household though." Blake noted.

"Fair enough. Although, your good friend, the rightful owner of this place, has agreed to let me stay in, so this is my home for now."

Blake chuckled.

"You're not calling Zaid my boyfriend anymore?"

"You told me he wasn't... Is he?"

I could see at his face that Blake wanted to toy with me.

I was not sure that I liked that. I had encountered some difficulties reading his reactions lately.

Blake had changed in the couple of months we had spent apart.

"He's not. We're just friends, and I might be moving out of the dorm soon."

"Why?"

"I don't think it's very healthy to live with someone who might expect something more."

Funny, it was almost exactly how I felt about Sergio and the reason why I had not moved with him.

"I get it. It's tough."

"What is?"

"Navigating life and relationships."

"Clearly, you should know..."

I poured some tomato sauce in the dish and I spilled some on my chest by accident.

"Yeah, I'm not the best at relationships." I admitted.

That was quite the euphemism but Blake did not explore the topic any further.

He dipped his index finger in the sauce dripping on my left pec, picked some which was glued in my thick hair, and licked his finger off flirtatiously.

He was outrageously sexy.

"Do you need help with that?" He asked.

I scanned his naked body from head to toes.

"I have several ideas in mind..."

"With cooking, I mean."

"Nah, you're the guest here. Go sit, I'll bring everything to you."

He looked down at my semi-hard cock.

Please, as you read this story, bear in mind that a semi on me is much bigger than a full hard-on for 90% of the men populating this Earth.

I was an old selfish folk but Blake was not drooling over my cock for nothing.

"Yes, you'll feed me all right." Blake replied cheekily, leaving the kitchen.

His bare bum was bouncing in the door-frame.

The college kid was playing with my nerves and with my libido.

Five minutes later, we were sitting at the table together, enjoying our meal while drinking some red wine.

I had taken the nice bottle from Fran's personal collection, I assumed that she would not mind. It was for a good cause; I was attempting to turn this dinner into a proper date.

I got fully hard just watching Blake slurping on his spaghetti.

His mouth was all red with tomato sauce, he looked gorgeous.

"How is college life going for you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay?"

"I'm trying not to say terrible or awful. You know that I don't care about university. I still have no idea what I'll do if and when I'll graduate."

"Come on, pal. You have one semester left; it'll nearly be over. You'll graduate for sure."

"No need to go all fatherly on me, Joe."

"Yeah, sorry, you prefer when I'm daddy rather than fatherly."

He laughed and let go of one of the meat balls from his fork.

"That was a dumb pun." He bit into his ball. His meatball, I mean. "You didn't go to college and you're doing just fine."

"Just fine? The single thing I own burnt down three months ago."

"No need to remind me... I was there. And we all know why that happened."

I talked more seriously.

"Yes, because of me."

"Liv did it."

"Let straight this thing up once and for all. Olivia caught her father fucking the boyfriend whom she thought she would marry one day. Come on, Blake, you know that what we did was fucking wrong."

He was no longer laughing, nor smiling.

I guess it was time for the serious talk after all.

However, for once, I was not dreaded it. I wanted to have this conversation, for my own peace of mind, I needed to clarify things.

"After all this time, you still think that what we did was wrong. That's interesting..."

Blake looked disappointed, or just annoyed.

"Yes, I do."

"Pfff..." He pushed his plate away angrily. "Why did you fuck me again at the hospital, then? Eh? Why did you invite me over tonight if I'm so wrong for you? If I'm such a mistake?"

"Having sex this Summer, behind Olivia's back was wrong, but Blakey, I have never ever said that you were a mistake. You... You're the opposite of a mistake."

"What's that even supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean."

He stood up.

"No, I don't. Joe, I fucking don't. Who would ever know what the hell you're thinking?!"

"I care about you!"

I did not mean to raise my voice and I tried to collect myself.

"Really? Because it doesn't seem like it."

"I've tried to give you a chance with Olivia. I sacrificed myself for the both of you."

"A sacrifice? Come on! You were just freeing your time to fuck more college boys and baristas."

"As if you're so loyal yourself. You were willing to get engaged to my daughter when we were still fucking, and then, with Zaid..."

"What, with Zaid?! God damn it, Joe. You're getting it all wrong! I've never been with Zaid. I didn't sleep with him, but you know what... You did! Literally! You're the one who fucked one of my best friends!"

"It's not what you think..."

"Please. Blaming me for living with Zaid when you banged him the first chance you've got, that's just rich."

"I'm not blaming you for anything and I... You know, it's more complicated than this."

"It really is not. You're the one who's been getting boyfriends and hookups all over the place! You're the one who didn't want to tell everything to Liv when I asked you to, last Summer! You seduced me and then, you rejected me. You're hot and then you're cold. You're the one who broke up with me like I was an old piece of tissue after making me fall in love you! You're the one who never answered my text when I wrote to you after the break-up!"

I was stunned.

He had laid it all there.

My hypocrisy, my faults, my wrongs, his suffering.

He was right about everything. I had misread so many things. In short, I had been a proper asshole.

But above all, a few very specific words felt like a bomb dropping on my heart.

"Wait... What did you say? You... You fell in love with me?"

"What now?"

"You've just said it. I've made you fall in love with me. Is it... Is it true?"

"Are you serious, Joe? How could you not see that I've been in love with you for months! You think I wanted to throw all my life away?! You think I wanted any of this?! I had an amazing girlfriend, every single one of my mates would have killed to have her. We had a bright future before us. Why else, if not love, would have I turned my entire life around?!"

I felt like a complete idiot.

For some reason, I had assumed that Blake was certainly fucking with Zaid, and if it was not Zaid, that he was fooling around with somebody else.

I knew there was this undeniable attraction between us. I knew that it had grown during the Summer. I knew that Blake had wanted to take it to the next level at some point.

Yet, I had not seriously considered that he could be thinking about me, still, months later.

The 40+ redneck from Utah.

I drank another glass of wine.

I needed it.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Blake. I'm sorry."

"I don't care about your apologies; I just need to know. What do you want from me? Am I alone in this relationship? Should I just move on? Because for now, I'm freaking stuck."

"You're not alone in this."

I walked towards him and I held his hand. He was on the verge of tears. Emotions were running high.

"Joe, don't play games with me. I... I'm fine if this is just sexual, I'm fine if it's nothing at all. But I... I just need to know where you stand. I cannot deal with the back-and-forth anymore."

I stared in his brown eyes.

His face had softened up.

"I think we're like spaghetti and meatballs." I eventually spoke.

"Great... That's supposed to make me feel better?"

"Listen to me. Like spaghetti and meatballs, we could work individually or be paired with many other ingredients. But there's just something magical happening when the two are paired together."

He smiled and even blushed a little.

It was silly, I am aware, but I was proud of my stupid analogy.

It came to me on the spot but I believed that it was very true. Blake and I were, in many ways, a perfect match.

"I'm confused though. Am I the spaghetti or the meatballs in this scenario?" He asked.

I burst out laughing.

"I'm not too sure. I haven't thought it that far."

"For real, though... Joe, what do you want?"

I grabbed his gorgeous face tenderly.

"I want you. And the only reason I have been rejecting you and fucking other dudes is because I was trying so hard not to want you. I wish there could be a switch to make me stop feeling the way that I do, but there's none."

"Why would you want to switch us off?"

"Because of Liv, because of your age, because I know that I don't deserve you!"

"What are you talking about? Who deserves anyone in this world? You said it yourself, there's no switch. It's not like I can un-love you!" Blake replied, tearing up.

I caressed his cheek.

"I cannot un-love you either."

"I guess it means that we're doomed then..."

My heart was beating loud and fast in my chest.

"We definitely are, and I love you."

There I had said it.

I kissed him on the lips and it felt like the world had stopped spinning, or maybe, it felt like I could feel it spin around us.

I tasted the tomato sauce on his lips. Delicious.

I wanted more, always.

In many ways, it felt exactly like it had felt during our very first kiss at the farm, another defining and earth-shattering moment in my existence.

"I love you, Joe."

"I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused you. I... I just thought that I had no other choice but to destroy us, for your sake, for Liv's sake..."

"I know."

"Blake... Why did you have to come to the farm last Summer?"

I kissed him again. I could not get enough.

"Joe, I don't want to be the reason why you and your daughter no longer speak to each other."

"We'll manage. She's been moving on. It'll take time but... Blake, not having you by my side's been killing me and I think Liv will be okay. We have to make it work. She hates you though."

"She did try to kill us all." He pointed it out casually.

Fair.

I laughed not to cry.

"She did. But we've survived. We're here. Liv's really been trying to get over this and to forgive me, you know. Not many people would have been strong enough to do the same."

"I guess that's true... Tell me you love me again."

"I love you, Blake."

He kissed me passionately, tongue in and all, and as it happens so rarely in life, my brain, heart, guts and dick were all aligned in that moment.

Olivia had given me her blessing and at this point, I could no longer fight my deepest desire.

It was either this or being miserable and resentful for the rest of my life.

Maybe the mature farmer and the young college lad were meant to be after all?

The kiss brought us to the living room.

We were both already in the nude and our dicks were (unsurprisingly) back at full mast.

The only difference was that instead of the dirty-talk, we were saying sweet things to each other.

"You smell good, baby."

"You stink, daddy, but you know that I love it. You know that I love you."

It was like we were back in August, glued to each other's hips, unable to detach, fully intertwined... minus the secrets, the guilt and the betrayal.

That felt the opposite of "doing something wrong".

Now, my mind could fully focus on what was at stake. And what was at stake that night? Pleasuring my man, Blake, any way that I possibly could.

In many ways, Fran's death had acted as an electro-shock, there was no time to waste to start living to the fullest.

"I've been waiting for this, Blakey."

"Hmmm... This feels so good..."

"Yeah... It does... And it feels right."

I was kissing his muscular arms and caressing his balls in the sofa.

His own fingers were lingering on my hairy back.

Do not get fooled by the sweet sentiment and love talking though, Blake and I were still very much driven by our sexual urges.

And, you guessed it, those were filthy as fuck!

I got on all fours on the floor facing the sofa. Blake, who was sitting down, lifted his athletic legs in the air.

"You're hungry for some cake, Joe?"

I spat out in his itching hole.

"Stretch that, baby, stretch it good..."

I licked his thighs, his groin, I let my warm tongue run through his butt until it found its right place inside his pink asshole.

Blake was using his legs to spread his anus.

There would be no lube necessary, I would make it all wet and slippery to prepare it for my monster-cock.

"Yes... Please... Eat it good..."

I was smothering myself in his musky asshole, searching his cavity with my eager tongue.

"Brrrh... Brrrh... Brrrh..."

Definitely, Blake's insides were tasting much better than my meatballs.

Talking about which, I let go of his anus to swallow his balls for a little while.

He had trimmed them a little, they were less hairy than usual. I played with his two nuts in my mouth, the stud was stroking his cock against my face.

I got some precum in my eyes.

We both laughed it off and I returned to his slimy hole, it was literally winking at me.

"My dear sweet hole, you should know that I love you too. Sincerely." I told directly to Blake's opened anus.

That was genuine as can be!

My comment made the both of us laugh once again and his asshole contracted as a consequence.

It did not stay contracted for too long though, I used my index and middle fingers to stretch that thing off as it should!

"Oh daddy, yes, yes!"

I knew what I was doing, the prostate orgasm was close.

"You like that, eh? Tell me how much you like that when daddy is banging your ass with his dirty fingers?"

"I love it... Please... Don't stop..."

I managed to slide a third finger inside.

This was becoming interesting.

"You're such a horny lil' slut. Aren't you?"

"Yes... Yes, I am, Daddy... More, more..."

"Do you remember when you were straight, boy?"

"I... Hmmm... I didn't know any better back then..."

"Exactly!" I howled triumphantly.

"Daddy, fuck me, please, I'm begging you!"

I removed my fingers from his anal cavity in one single move, leaving his asshole gaping. There was not only the pink, I could also see the red insides now.

"Wow. And this is how you turn a straight boy!"

I shoved the three fingers straight back in as Blake was losing his freaking mind.

"Aaaaaah... Yes... Fuck... Joe, I'm... I'm gonna cum..."

"Shhh... Control yourself, Blakey... I'm gonna take good care of you with my fat cock in a minute."

"Oh, God... Oh, fuck..."

Finally, I stopped torturing him with my fingers.

I retrieved them, warm from his tight and humid hole, and I made Blake thoroughly lick them off.

The hungry boy even swallowed my entire hand. It was quite an exploit because I have been blessed with huge farmers' paws.

I thought Blake's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as he was deepthroating my hand.

He looked so submissive, so beautiful.

I could not believe how lucky I was that this incredibly sexy man, probably the sexiest dude of his entire campus, was all mine.

Because that was exactly what Blakey was: Mine!

A huge chunk of saliva was dripping from my hand when I extracted it from his throat.

I used the slime to wet my cock and his hole even more. He would need all the lube he could get.

"Are you okay, babe?"

His face was all red.

"Who do you think I am? Hmmm... Of course, I'm okay. I'm just waiting for Daddy's dicking." He spread his legs even further apart.

"Grrh... You're such a fucking filthy boy!"

I kissed him or rather licked his face off like a dog.

I was already sweating a lot and we were both dripping on the sofa.

I stood up, pulled his legs further to the edge towards me, and while looking straight in his eyes, I pushed my dickhead against his hole.

I dry-humped him.

"Please... Please, fuck me..."

I wanted to tease him, for some reason, I needed him to beg. Being wanted so bad was one of my favourite things in the world.

"You're ready for daddy's anaconda?"

"Yes! God, yes!"

"Have you missed it?! More than twelve inches of masculine meat in your tight pussy?!"

He was almost crying in pleasure and anticipation.

"Yes! More than anything... I've been dreaming about this... Touching myself in my sleep thinking about your cock... I began fingering myself..."

"Hmmm... Fuck... I love you, honey..."

"I... Hmmm..."

I pushed my cock inside his hole, taking his breathe away.

My dick slid right in.

"Take it deep, baby..."

"I.... I love you, Joe..."

I thrusted my hips and buried my girthy cock further inside his asshole. I wanted to go all the way.

In the same move, I leant my entire body against his so we could kiss.

My cock penetrated his familiar asshole as we made out. We were telling each other I love you non-stop.

The words had been difficult to get out, but now that we had broken the ceiling, it was like we needed to compensate for the wasted time.

See why I could not feel anything with Sergio, Griffin, Tommy, or Zaid...

Nothing could compare to this moment with Blake.

We were making one, it was just like a dream.

My cock should not have fitted inside his formerly straight ass, my freaking third leg was just too big, but somehow, it worked, we made it work, and more than this, it felt natural.

"I don't want to lose you again, Blake..."

"Never let me go..."

"I should have treated you better..." I shoved my entire dick his hole, now going balls deep. "...I'll treat you better from now on."

"Hmmm.... You'll fuck me like this..."

"Yes, baby... Every single night..."

"Oh... Oh... I..."

I was ramming his prostate.

"Yes, honey?"

"I'm gonna..."

"You can cum, baby."

His cock was rubbing against my chest as I was pounding him hard. The friction was jerking him off.

"Are you sure, Daddy?"

I kissed him once again.

"I only want your pleasure, babe... Now and always..."

"Aaaaah..."

He jizzed all over our respective chests and I filled his asshole with my own creamy seed simultaneously.

Another fuck to keep in the books! This one had been sensational.