A Summer at the Farm (Erotic story)

[thehottestmenxx]

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"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 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."

Twelve chapters of A Fall in the City have already been released on Patreon, a new one coming up every tuesday there.
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[littleguy2]

Can't wa

Here's the confirmation you have been waiting for.

I will be releasing the first chapter of A FALL IN THE CITY on this thread next week.

"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 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."

Twelve chapters of A Fall in the City have already been released on Patreon, a new one coming up every tuesday there.
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it to read it and jerk off to it! Will be great to visualize Joe and Blake now as I read it
Thanks for the stories and the pics

 

[Kalle Kalas]

You´re a Hero!!

Here's the confirmation you have been waiting for.

I will be releasing the first chapter of A FALL IN THE CITY on this thread next week.

"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 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."

Twelve chapters of A Fall in the City have already been released on Patreon, a new one coming up every tuesday there.
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[thehottestmenxx]

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.

This book is a sequel to A Summer at the Farm, told through Joe's perspective.

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured in the story are above 18.

This story is only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.

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A FALL IN THE CITY

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Chapter 1: The good Picket (part 1)

I am not sure that I can pin point the moment when I became who I am.

Was I born gay, or bisexual, as they say? Is everyone bisexual by nature? Maybe... Or have I changed with time?

All I know is that, as a young adult, I loved shoving my dick deep inside a woman's cunt.

What can I say? I had always been a big fan of wet pussies.

It felt like that was where my fat cock belonged, and I assume this is pretty straight of me! Right?

I loved sniffing a warm snatch, eating it, fingering it. I also enjoyed playing with perky boobs or a bubble butt.

Growing up, I was not fantasising about my hunky math teacher or my baseball coach.

My mind and my libido were solely focused on my mate's mothers (God Bless the MILFS in Utah, especially back in the nineties) or on Miss Huller, my sexy English teacher.

That being said, I was also a firm believer in the theory of: "a hole is a hole".

Younger, my mates were teasing me for being willing to fuck any chick coming my way, as long as she had a hole into which I could bury my abnormally large cock.

Beautiful or ugly, thin or fat, brunette or blondie, I was always the first one to volunteer to fuck a welcoming vagina.

Maybe that is not a beautiful thing to say, nor gratifying... I do not know and, frankly, I do not care.

Every woman deserved to be fucked, that was my religion!

And if a man was feminine enough or crazy enough to think that he had a clit instead of a hairy asshole between his legs, who was I to refuse to make anyone feel good?

I am a giver at heart.

After fucking every kind of women possible, I only started dabbling with men's cunts in the army.

The military really does turn you into a proper Man!

You cannot imagine how many soldiers are closeted faggots, or maybe, they were just bored and horny.

Either way, I discovered a lot of things about male-on-male affection during that time.

I was very good at spotting them. The homos, I mean.

If every single guy was checking my dong in the showers or in the barracks, - to be fair, my cock is so damn big that it would make anyone stare -, the fruits had an additional sparkle in their eye when watching me, or a twitch in their ass that I could immediately notice.

My first experience with another dude was with the guy who was sharing my bunk bed.

Funny enough, I was sleeping at the bottom and he was on top.

One night, and while eight other cadets were sleeping next to us, Picket jumped from our bed and looked at me sleeping over the thin sheet.

Those fucking bunk beds were the most uncomfortable shit I have ever slept on, but that is not the point.

Picket was like mesmerized by the sight of my cock.

I was sleeping naked because, first of all, it was hot in there, and second of all, I had nothing to hide.

Who could blame Picket from staring though?

I guess it is time to stop beating around the bush (pun intended) and to talk about my fat dick in more details.

Joe Junior is going to be one of the main characters of this story after all. I should introduce him properly.

If women were attracted to me because I was working my muscles every single day at the gym, and I was cultivating my scruffy bad-boy looks, the chicks were often scared when it was time to get naked and down to business.

Meeting the beast thriving between my legs for the first time could be intimidating.

"It's gonna hurt too much!"

On the contrary, my big cock seemed to act as a magnet for gay guys.

One look and they were on their knees, begging to service it.

I found out later that even straight guys could barely resist my dong's power.

To be clear, when I say big, I am not talking about the impressive but also pretty common 8 to 9 inches pole.

Nah, you are reading the story of a white man who is sporting, when hard, a 12.1 inches cock. I can tell because I had it taped during on hot summer at my farm.

Yes, I basically have a large bottle of water, -- because it is also super girthy and thick --, to offer.

The massive hairy balls come with the package and I guess, this also has its importance, I am uncut and my veins are very prominent and visible down there, even when I am flaccid.

You see, I do not have a great cock dangling between my legs, I have the best cock in the damn world. Anyone who has seen me naked will tell you the same.

It can be scary but for some reason, faggots seemed more willing than women to take on a (massive) challenge.

More often than not, chicks had refused for me to penetrate them, or were screaming as soon I had shoved the tip in their ass.

Arf!

Do not wake up the beast if you cannot handle it! Huge cock's problems, you know the drill.

Obviously, I did find some women able to take it, or at the very least most of it, even some who asked me to break their asses, but as I said, the guys were just more adamant to prove themselves, both when they were sucking my rod or taking it in their assholes.

Maybe this helps you understand why 19 years-old Picket was so hypnotized by my tool that night.

Did he know that he loved cocks before that fateful encounter?

I will never know.

Sometimes, I wonder if my cock is not magical! How many boys did I turn from their straight path?

I believe that, by this point, Picket had already seen Joe Junior flaccid, - as I said, I was no shy and I did not bother wearing much clothes when I was not forced to do so by our superiors -, but he had never seen it hard, in its full twelve-inches glory.

I am talking about a time when we did not have phones, and even less so smartphones, only old playboy magazines were keeping us company in our barracks.

I was the best porn content Picket could have access to.

I was not sleeping yet because I was too horny, but my arms were aching from a day spent military training, and an evening spent lifting weights.

I was a dedicated bodybuilder, even when I had to serve my time in the army.

Anyway, Picket was there, looking at my crotch and making a O with his puffy lips. My dick was hard, I was too lazy to jerk off, so I broke the silence.

"Wanna taste it?" I muttered.

I have always been the direct type. I hate the fancy words, the innuendos, and all other type of bullshit.

State your piece, be clear, own up to what you want.

It was not such a bold move from my part.

One, because I had already seen the newbie check me out when I was undressing. I was pretty sure of his intentions. Two, because I am not scared of anyone.

Even if he had not been interested or if someone else had heard my invitation, I did not give a fuck about whatever they might think.

Besides, calling each other gay, homo, or faggot was pretty much all that we did 90% of the time. Anyone catching me saying this would probably have thought that this was just a way of teasing Picket.

Now that I am older, I wonder why men are so fascinating with homosexuality, and why they cannot help themselves mocking each other on potentially being gay. Dropping the bar of soap, breaking their own wrist, using a feminine voice, we were caricaturing and playing the "faggot part" dozens of times a day.

In any case, my call on Picket was sincere and it was spot on. I had never let a guy touch me, but right there, for some reason, I wanted to try it.

The dude was as attracted by a massive cock as one can be!

He looked around nervously but knelt down nonetheless, getting in his submissive position.

I did not move the slightest and I let him lean over the bed to be able to grab my cock. I did not want to make his task easier.

He first went at it tentatively with his right hand, slowly stroking me, and since I was letting him play with it, he went further and put his lips over my cockhead.

We did not exchange a single word and he started sucking me off.

That felt nice.

I really did not think about the fact that having Picker blowing me could make me into a homosexual myself.

I mean, I was not doing anything wrong since he was doing all the work, and his mouth did not feel much different than any other women, aside from the fact that he seemed more committed in swallowing my entire slab of meat.

A performance which he did not achieve, but no one could really fault the guy.

I learnt later on that I was the first dick he had ever sucked. Taking this into consideration, swallowing two thirds of my pole at the first try was quite the achievement.

Besides, he got to it later on, his nose buried in my pubic bush.

The good Picket blew me until completion that night and I nutted in his throat. I did not warn him, we had to be quiet.

Also, this was much more fun this way!

It was sort of comical to see him trying not to make a sound while he was struggling to swallow the huge amount of sperm that I had just busted inside of him.

I had not jizzed in 48 hours and believe me, my 19 years-old balls were rather full. He had done a good job emptying them.

I made a quick nod with my head to thank him and to ask him to leave, and he did.

Soldier Picket went to the bathroom and came back on the top bed about five minutes later. He did not make any comment.

I was falling asleep, cumming had always been a great and natural sleeping pill.

I cannot say if I would have been this fine with it if this had not happened in almost total darkness... But it had felt almost like a dream and I did not wreck my brain around it.

In my views, people who think too much are just dumb.

I never understood the professors or politicians, spending hours and hours talking and debating about the most foolish things.

Can we let men live their damn lives without over-analysing everything?

We sleep, we eat, we shit, we fuck and we go back to sleep. Pretty simple. All the rest if pure non-sense for people who cannot do anything with their hands or who have too much time to waste.

Anyway, Picket sucked me off and rather quickly, I understood that it could be useful to keep benefiting from his services to release the pressure.

What else was I supposed to do in an all-men environment?

A man has his needs and it is not surprising that both the army and prison are two places where tons of homosexual sex are taking place.

The irony is, those are probably some of the most homophobic places on Earth... Once again, people just overthink too much.

Picket would always come at me discreetly in the dark, and when it became a habit, we put a system in place where he would suck me off in the empty shower-room at night.

Apparently, we were not that discreet though.

Rumours started to spread that Picket and Peterson were fooling around at night.

I did not care that much about being found out. I was the one being serviced which was way less humiliating than being the one sucking the dick, and nobody was brave enough to confront me directly anyway.

They knew I could beat up any guy who would dare coming after me.

The two dudes I had punched in the face during the first week of military training had built my reputation. Not mentioning the fact that I was the biggest guy there, and I was not afraid to show it.

That is just a bodybuilder thing: we are conditioned to show off and flex our muscles at every opportunity.

I had been working-out every single day since I was a teenage boy and at nearly 20 years old, I was a Muscle God. My biceps were huge, my pecs even bigger, my abs on point; and each of my thigh was larger than an average dude's pair of legs.

The hearsay was tougher to handle for Picket though.

He started getting teased, harassed even, and that was not good.

I hated hearing people mocking Picket for doing something which was helping me out so much. He was a good boy to me and he deserved praising for his behaviour, not hate.

It was like they were insulting me, even if my name had never ever been pronounced.

When things went too far one day, I snapped.

Grant amused the group by pissing in the shower, - which was fine -, until he was pissing on MY little Picket.

"Take that leak, queer, it's coming straight from my dick, I guess you should love that".

Honestly, I almost killed Grant that day.

When I am angry, nothing can stop me. It was even truer when I was a young and reckless man.

Grant ended up bleeding in the shower, I punched his face and upper chest, and then I twisted his balls until he turned purple.

You want to know the irony of this story? Grant is now married to another dude.

Hell, the biggest homophobes are always the biggest homos!

From this point on, nobody dared to attack Picket and we were not so careful about hiding ourselves.

[Chapter 1 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

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Chapter 1: The good Picket (part 2)

Picket could suck me off in my bed at night even when some of our mates were not asleep, or even in public, in the middle of the communal showers at the busiest time of the evening.

I loved that, showing off what I could have him do to me.

Better than that, word spread around that being my personal whore was coming with a few perks, namely, benefiting from my protection (aside from the fact that the faggots got to taste a delicious humongous cock).

This was a true blessing for the few guys who were rumoured or known to be homosexuals and who were taking a lot of shit for it every single day.

What was the point of getting bullied if they were not doing anything concrete?

About a month after Picket had sucked my dick for the first time, lines of faggot started to form for a chance to service me and from this point on, I simply had to pick and choose. One, two or three at the same time.

I became the main cum tank from the not-so-closeted homos of the sixth regiment, and I spent an entire year getting blown by the biggest bitches in the army.

My straight mates had fully accepted the situation and everyone was making light of it.

"Who's sucking you off tonight, Peterson?"

"Two faggots are expected to service Joe. Anyone interested?"

"Joe Peterson and his hundred sluts! That'd be a great movie."

Honestly, I think most of the soldiers were impressed by my boldness. They would never dare to get blown themselves, even if they were dying to try it!

Life is pretty simple that way.

If you own whatever you do, people will have no choice but to respect it.

I even had fun making the queers compete between each other. Who could deepthroat me? Who would let me be rough? Who could take the hardest slaps or spit? Who would have the stamina to endure a 20 minutes face-fuck?

There were other benefits too.

Make my bed, you get to swallow my balls. Get me some alcohol, you get to suck my dick. Bring me some food, you get to rim my ass.

That quickly turned into my favourite thing. Having my ass eaten, I mean.

It was quite strange because I had never been very thorough with hygiene and even at 20, my ass was huge and hairy as can be. Pretty disgusting if I do say so myself, but the faggots seemed to love it.

There was this one guy in particular, Falker, - he became a dean at a university years later -, he was a pro at digging his warm tongue inside my asshole.

The dude was a real freak and he could spend hours eating me up while stroking my third leg to make me cum.

He was the first guy I fucked in the ass.

Not a very striking memory. I only wanted to push things further one time but the poor Falker was not ready for a twelve inches rod in his virgin butthole.

He barely took one third of it and then, he could no longer sit the next day.

It took me some time to reiterate the experience, thinking that a manhole was just too tight to handle my fat slab of meat.

I was wrong though.

Another guy, I do not remember his real name but everyone was calling him Benny, offered me his ass one day, and that dude knew what he was doing. Clearly, he was no virgin.

He let me pound his cunt like a maniac for about fifteen minutes in the doggy style position and I jizzed in his asshole.

That was cool and Benny became one of my favourites.

Him and Picket, of course, I thought I owed a lot to my first guy and I never refused Picket a load. I fucked him as well afterwards, once he was ready; he was tighter than Benny but it was even better this way.

Do not get this wrong though, I was not only fucking other men.

To the astonishment of my peers who were both impressed and amused by my performances, I was managing to find girls to bang, even in this environment.

I had always been clever when it came to getting chicks inside my bed.

Every time a woman was approaching the military camp where we were staying at, she would, one way or another, end with my dick in her pussy, mouth and/or ass.

I mean nurses, local girls, wives of high rank officers... I was ploughing them all!

Maybe I should not be too proud of that, but, throughout the course of my life, my dick has always had a stronger influence than my brain.

I did not try to impress anyone, I was just following my instincts, and my instincts were constantly driving me to the closest hole I could fill.

Of course, this bad habit brought me some troubles.

I was almost sent to jail when an officer understood that I was banging his wife on the side. It was a whole scandal.

It was really not worth it because said wife was awfully bad at sex, but eh, the officer did not seem to see the favour I was giving him by teaching her a thing or two on how to handle a juicy wet cock.

All of the sudden, I had to change regiment and I lost both my friends and faithful bitches all at once.

I did get an official warning but I avoided jail. I was a good fit soldier so what would have been point in punishing me?

Trust me though, it did not take long to find myself some brand-new personal whores in the next regiment.

I used the exact same method, staying naked as much as possible, searching for the lust in some of their eyes, and offering myself to the most daring sluts.

To be honest, during that time, I was actually chasing more guys than girls.

The reason was pretty simple. Fucking a married woman had gotten me into a lot of shit, while banging other guys appeared to be way less risky. I could only see benefits.

I was getting properly getting off and the dudes would never tell anyone and even when it was known, the army would never own up to the fact that their soldiers were fooling around with each other.

Remember, soldiers could not be gay back then.

Well, I am not sure things have changed so much on this regard nowadays...

All that to say that the army had been a real learning experience for me, as for many other dudes.

Maybe I would have never touched another guy if it had not been for my two years spent with the military.

Who fucking knows?

But when I was back at the family farm, it was too late. The seed had been sown and I would never go back to being "fully straight".

Throughout the decade which followed, although I never considered "dating" a guy for real, I kept on fucking willing faggots on the side and feeding them with my monster cock. Yes, even when I was married.

My parents died the year following my return from the army, - both of them were gone in the span of six months, - and this was a tough time for me.

With no sibling, I somehow found myself with the family farm and a lot of responsibilities to handle on my own.

Although I was reluctant at first, - I had never been too close to my old man and I had pushed back on the idea of becoming a farmer -, I ended up following his path and cultivating wheat.

This was the right call in the end.

I was not made to be living in the city, - a fact which will be made clear in the following chapters -, and I loved working with my bare hands.

I did not mind the loneliness either. Most people get on my nerves after a while.

I met Debbie when I was 22 and immediately, I knew she would not be like the other girls. By that, I mean that she would not just be a fuck-hole.

She was smart, funny, and insanely beautiful.

My young heart had never fallen in love and I can say it without blushing, I fell in love with Deborah back then.

To be fair, most men of the town were in love with her.

She was reluctant at first but I pursued her like I was supposed to. I tried to be romantic, and even if I was very shitty at it, I guess she found my efforts endearing.

She ended-up in my arms and in my bed.

I do remember the first time we fucked as if it was yesterday. She had me waited a whole month before I could undress her, but it had all been worth it.

Debbie was as savage in bed as she was innocent in public.

I knocked her up very quickly. It had been an accident but I did not mind it because I had known from the very first time that I had laid eyes on her that I would marry that girl.

We did get married before she gave birth to Liv, about a year after we first met.

Our relationship was not perfect, it never is, but I have to state this here, Debbie and I were happy and, as most as my cock let me be, I stayed faithful to her.

Strangely, one of the reasons I was fucking guys and discovered glory-holes was precisely because I did not want to cheat on Debbie.

I had crazy urges of getting blown or of nutting in a hole, and since I knew I would not be able to resist for long, I chose to go with guys to make sure that it would not mean anything.

Besides, guys were more discreet than girls.

No drama, no problem.

Debbie died from cancer about fifteen years later and she left me alone with the farm and Olivia.

There, this was the actual toughest time of my life. Debbie got sick and died in less than seven weeks. It was unexpected and very brutal.

Liv was a teenager and I think it broke the both of us.

It took me a couple of years just to get my head out of the water.

I did not manage to help my daughter as I wished I could have, and as soon as she was 18, she left to go to college. It felt like she was running away from me.

I get it, a girl like her, she had nothing to do in a farm in the middle of nowhere.

Olivia had always been the smartest in her class and it was clear that she would make something out of her life. She was fierce, beautiful, and she did not seem to be afraid of anything.

When she told me she would be leaving for Europe for an entire Summer, I was not surprised one bit.

One thing which was puzzling me though, was that I could not understand the stupid boys she was getting with. Dumb and Dumber every single time it seemed like!

Well, that was until she brought Blake home one day for the week-end.

At first, he seemed like the other guys, - college jock type, tall, fit, charmer's smile -, not good enough for my Liv, but they really appeared to be into each other and at the very least, he was not an effeminate liberal.

When we talked, I could tell he was respecting me and he was wise enough to stay at his place in the food chain.

I would not have tolerated some vulgar display of affection between Blake and my daughter during their first visit at the farm.

I mean, I made sure to be as intimidating as possible. Scaring Liv's boyfriends was one my all-time favourite hobbies.

This, and fucking bitches' cunts of course.

Preceding Liv's departure to London though, I was getting messy with my so-called "bitches".

One of my boys, Aiden, had grown feelings and things were getting complicated.

It was everything I wanted to avoid when fucking with dudes but here I was, having to deal with a damn "relationship".

I liked Aiden but he wanted me to commit to him, seriously. He was acting like we were dating each other!

In my mind and until that very point, I was fucking men but I was not really "gay".

I did want to spend the Summer with him but after another fight, - he had found out that I was going back to the glory hole -, he left me alone.

He said that he needed time to think.

That was when I really got the chance to know Blake as he replaced Aiden to help me out at the farm, and that was when my life changed forever.

Do you think I would have been in this predicament if the good Picket had not blown me one night, more than twenty years earlier? Or was I destined to meet Blake during that Summer?

Who freaking knows...

[TO BE CONTINUED]
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[thehottestmenxx]

Here's a quick shot of Joe at 20 years-old, during his military days.
We are about 23/24 years before the event of A Summer at the Farm and A Fall in the City.

How did you like chapter 1?
Were you more of a Picket, or of a Joe in this scenario?

 

[bulova123]

Aqui está uma foto rápida de Joe aos 20 anos, durante seus dias militares.
Faltam cerca de 23/24 anos para o evento Um Verão na Fazenda e Um Outono na Cidade.

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Você gostou do capítulo 1?
Você era mais um Piquete ou um Joe nesse cenário?

Wow! And who could resist this delicious treat? I'm already loving it. I can post all the episodes now. Thanks.

 

[jhon pet]

If enough of you are interested, I could post chapter 2 in which Blake arrives at the farm (and Joe waits for him in his bathrobe), this week-end.

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Oh my. This is fascinating. The next chapter must be out ASAP.

 

[Condiment]

Here's a quick shot of Joe at 20 years-old, during his military days.
We are about 23/24 years before the event of A Summer at the Farm and A Fall in the City.

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How did you like chapter 1?
Were you more of a Picket, or of a Joe in this scenario?

Here's a quick shot of Joe at 20 years-old, during his military days.
We are about 23/24 years before the event of A Summer at the Farm and A Fall in the City.

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How did you like chapter 1?
Were you more of a Picket, or of a Joe in this scenario?

Chap

Here's a quick shot of Joe at 20 years-old, during his military days.
We are about 23/24 years before the event of A Summer at the Farm and A Fall in the City.

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How did you like chapter 1?
Were you more of a Picket, or of a Joe in this scenario?

I loved Chapter 1. It's good to know the background of the main characters, their personal development and why is their behaviour in the present. You are so talented in writing and telling stories...
Thanks again.
That picture of Joe in his 20's matches perfectly with his description.

 

[Buuhan]

Yea I’m ready to hear this story from joes perspective

 

[ItalMusc]

Is it fair to say that Joe controls the narrative of the story as deftly as he grooms his formally straight prey. He manhandles it unapologetically just as wrangles a would-be stud to bend (literally) to his will and beg for more

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Is it fair to say that Joe controls the narrative of the story as deftly as he grooms his formally straight prey. He manhandles it unapologetically just as wrangles a would-be stud to bend (literally) to his will and beg for more

Well, yes, until he gets lost in his own games...

 

[Scruff]

Here's the confirmation you have been waiting for.

I will be releasing the first chapter of A FALL IN THE CITY on this thread next week.

"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 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."

Twelve chapters of A Fall in the City have already been released on Patreon, a new one coming up every tuesday there.
Get more from Thomas Lodge on Patreon

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Will you be releasing more here?

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Will you be releasing more here?

Chapter 2 of A FALL IN THE CITY will be released here tomorrow or Monday.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

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Chapter 2: A Summer at the Farm (Part 1)

Trust me, getting involved with my daughter's boyfriend was not part of the plan.

Sure, I had thought about testing Blake, check if there could be some faggotry hidden within him, - like I think there is in every single man -, but it could not go any further than some harmless horsing around.

At least, that was what I thought.

My experience with Aiden had taught me not to get too close anyway.

Before Aiden, I had never considered that feelings could get involved in my relationships with other men. I thought that every guy was wired the same way; it was all about sex.

As if I was going to fall in love with a cocksucker at the glory-hole? Come on!

But Aiden had clearly fallen for me and things had gotten complicated.

Too complicated for my taste.

Despite his sudden departure, Aiden was deemed to be back in September and I postponed thinking about our "relationship", - even this word felt wrong to describe whatever we were -, until he would come back.

Mainly, I hoped that I would get to fuck his juicy black ass again.

His hole felt warm and familiar.

I was not too sure I was missing Aiden, but I was definitely missing drilling him.

In the meantime, I had Blake with me. He was supposed to become my son-in-law one day and it was my opportunity to check if he was a good fit for my Liv.

In my mind, a man who cannot work with his bare hands has no business having a wife or raising a family.

I did not want a whiner or a dude who could not handle a bit of a challenge or pain to marry my daughter.

Olivia needed someone steady, strong, and reliable, like I had been to her mother until the very end.

I was not so strict on the faithful part, although I knew this was important for Liv.

A real man tends to want to dip his cock anywhere that he can and I do not think there is much to do about this.

Aside from that, I was not thinking much about Blake living with me.

It was an after-thought and I had no idea that this would have such a tremendous impact on my life.

Blake helping me for the Summer had been decided last minute and I had said yes to Liv's suggestion simply because it would not have made sense to refuse. I needed the help, he seemed to be a good lad, and he may become part of my family in the future.

The day Blake arrived at the farm, I had almost forgotten the time he was supposed to get there and I was still in the shower when he knocked at the front-door.

I was used to be living in the nude most of the time but I put on a bathrobe to welcome him home.

I already knew that I would not bother myself with intimacy or modesty for long and that he would have to get used to see me naked, but eh, it was the first night and I barely knew the guy, so I tried to be decent.

See, I can be respectful sometimes!

I helped him get his luggage from his car, I thought he had way too much clothes but I did not say a word, and I offered him a beer.

The boy seemed intimidated and I liked it that way.

No need to be too comfortable with your girlfriend's dad, especially when he is also your boss for three months. I was going to pay him for his work at the farm after all.

I would admit that Blake was a good-looking lad.

He was very fit, he had nice manly features, -- sharp jaw, big arms, large thighs -, he did not seem like one to trim his body hair too much, and most of all, he had a banging peachy bum.

Just the kind of things I notice first...

If he did not look like a sissy at all, his ass was the definition of a bubble butt. Much better than any of the boys I had been fucking throughout the years. Much better than Aiden even.

The fuckable ass trapped in his shorts could have made my dick stir up but I kept my cool. He was off-limits.

Later in the night, I found him finishing a beer in my armchair. Blake seemed way too casual for my liking.

As I said, I did not want him to get too comfortable and none of my previous helpers had never dared to sit in my chair.

Besides, I needed to show him who was the boss and I suppose this was an opportunity like any other to do so.

I asked him to move and poor Blake was terrified when he understood that I was for real.

I could see the fear in his eyes.

It was not the only thing I noticed in his gaze though. His eyes were constantly drawn to my crotch. Silly me, I had not wrapped my bathrobe properly.

No surprise there, all my life, guys had been checking me out and could not get enough of my anaconda!

Huge dick problems, you know.

I gave him a little show by spreading my legs because, why not? Yes, my dick was that big, and now, he knew who was the Alpha in the house.

Not that there had ever been any question about it.

The next day, I caught Blake jerking off and nutting in our shared bathroom as I woke up to take a leak.

It was an honest mistake that I walked on him like that, but I would be lying if I did not say how much I loved seeing the panic in his eyes as he was painting the glass door of the shower white.

Hysterical, really! The boy was cumming like a geyser and doing everything in his power to stop himself.

He was freaking out when he left the bathroom but that gave me the chance to see him butt naked. He was packing a fairly large cock, but once again, it was his thick muscular ass which got my attention.

That looked yummy as hell!

I got in the shower after him and did something a bit freaky there. His cum was still dripping all over the walls and I jerked off to add my own seeds to the mix. I thought it was funny and, admittedly, I was horny.

From this point on, I got a little kick from playing with the boy.

Sue me, but it was simply too much fun to see him glancing at my cock and pretending that he was all comfortable around me while he was clearly intimidated.

I started wearing less clothes, -- or no clothes at all --, around the farm and Blake also had the task to wake me up after my nap every day.

Obviously, I was sleeping in my birthday suit and was not using any sheet to cover myself up.

Multiple times, I caught him staring at my soft or erected dick, sometimes, he was standing there for an awful long time.

Not that I assumed that he was gay for looking, - as I said, everybody would have -, but as the days went by, it was obvious that he was getting more and more curious about my (large) anatomy.

I did not do anything to stop him.

I loved being worshipped back in the army, and it was still very true at 43 years-old.

To tell the truth, my dick could get hard just at the idea that he was about to come to my room and see my rod at full-mast, leaking on my stomach.

Where is the harm in being proud of your big fat cock?

My mistake was probably to push this silly game a little too far.

One day, during that first week of his stay, I fell like a moron in the shower.

My back was hurting for real but I may have overreacted to make sure that Blake would massage me. Fucking Hell, I wanted him to feel me up!

I was fully naked when I fell down and I got him to rub my back... and my ass.

I say that this was a mistake because I think I liked it a bit too much.

On the moment, I sort of forgot that Blake was not like any of my other boys assisting me at the farm, that I could not go too far with him while he was in a long-term relationship with my daughter.

Having him touching me got my head spinning... and my dick rising!

I purposely asked him to massage my groin and I was hard all throughout. The poor boy was stuck between my legs, his hands brushing against my massive hairy balls.

Things could have stopped there but I could tell that he was excited as well. Blake was tenting under his shorts like a man coming out from years of prison.

He was embarrassed but he could not hide it... Having been in such close contact with my ass and cock had turned him on.

Eh, again, I could not blame the guy! I am a piece of very fine meat.

I defused the situation, told him that it was fine, that I was horny too, and we ended up jerking off in the living room to one of Elisa Charm's movies.

That bitch from the nineties was hot, and she loved to get double penetrated by muscular hunks.

The film I chose was the closest thing to bisexual porn that I owned and Blake seemed really into it. Although, he seemed even more into checking me out while I was stroking myself.

Not so straight, I thought.

I was not judging, just evaluating how bad he was craving me. I wondered if he was already picturing himself sucking me off.

Could he fit my entire dong in his throat? I doubted it.

The jerk-off session ended up with some nipple play and I even nutted partly on his face while he was working on my big male titties.

Oopsie.

Blake looked mortified afterwards and I was not too proud of myself for letting myself go, but once again, I made him understand that it was fine, just two men jerking-off.

The tits and the cum had been a bit much but this was no big deal.

I mean, how many buddies rub one out together from times to times? It does not have to mean anything.

In the next few days, it became clear that Blake was into my cock but I did not mind it, at all.

I was myself very much into his college jock's bum and there was no need to make a fuss about it. Right?

Still, his presence at the farm had slowly gotten me hornier. Thankfully, I was going to the glory-hole at a gas station nearby to release the tension regularly.

I usually had one or two cocksuckers on retainer to blow me, and when they were not available, my buddy Bob would get the job done.

Bob had been giving me a hand, a mouth, or an ass for nearly ten years. I could always count on him and he was a cool dude. How his wife did not understand that she was married with a sissy? This, I would never understand.

Bob and most recently, Dave, a guy from the East Coast who had just acquired a farm near mine, were basically the only constant in my social life aside from the guys assisting me at the farm.

My two friends were coming by regularly for cards games or barbecues. We were drinking, talking cars and some politics, but we never went too deep.

Men being men, no need to paint you a picture.

I got them to meet Blake rather quickly although I warned them to keep their dirty hands off of him.

"No funny business, he's going to propose to my daughter." I had told them.

Well, there was funny business in the end.

The first night they came home since Blake had moved in, we got drunk and got into a crazy game of strip poker. Bob should have been the one to lose but we kept the rounds coming until Blake had to take on a pledge.

I was drunk, horny, the guys were cheering me up, I wanted to make them laugh and have a good time.

So yes, I admit, I went with the flow and may have gone a bit overboard.

I am not too sure of what happened that night, I was completely juiced, but at some point, we were all naked and Blake had to lick our asses or some shit like that to win a challenge.

I would not say that we had crossed a boundary there. Who does not take part in some hazing in college? But I do remember feeling jealous when Blake's nose was up the others' asses and this part, the jealousy, was not right.

Why should I have been possessive?

Blake and I slept in the same bed afterwards because Dave and Bob were way too drunk to go back home.

I think that I spent the night cuddling, touching, and caressing Blake. We were both naked, it got weirdly sexual.

This fucked me up a little and I believe that this was the moment where my attitude changed towards him.

I was seeing Blake very differently, like I was actually attracted to him or some shit.

What the fuck was going on?

I tried to ignore it but it quickly became an elephant in the room. I glanced at his puffy lips and I wanted him to swallow my cock. I checked the way he was working and I was seeing myself all over him. I looked at his bum and I wanted to bury myself inside him.

Bad Joe, very bad!

To be clear, I was very far from imagining that I would ever have feelings for Blake, or that we would ever do something real together, but I could no longer ignore the fact that if the situation had been different and if Blakey had not been Liv's boyfriend, I would have let myself seduce him.

In a messed-up way, I think that the taboo and interdiction worked as a Viagra pill.

Because I knew that Blake was off limits, I wanted to push things further even more.

Libido is such a weird and uncontrollable thing...

I could tell that Blake was very horny too and that the weeks without having sex were getting to him. Something in me was really adamant to see how far he would go.

One rainy afternoon, Blake was the one to fall from a chair and to need a massage. I had to volunteer to help him out!

I did not think that rubbing oil on his back would be too bad.

Maybe it was not that wrong, but it was for sure a slippery slope. Literally.

To this day, I could nut just thinking about the moment I was massaging his ass. It was the first time I was touching his perfect peach and I was hard all throughout.

Blake was softly moaning for the most part of the massage and it was getting me even more turned-on.

He liked feeling my farmer hands all over his jock's body.

I ended-up jerking him off. I was rarely the one doing the work and servicing other guys but with Blake, I could make an exception. He deserved it and he was helping me so much at the farm.

When he jizzed in my hands, he looked like he was in Heaven and I... Well, at this stage, I knew that I really wanted to fuck that man.

Later that night, I could not help myself from asking him to return the favour and to jerk me off. I wanted him to really feel my cock in all of its glory. He had seen it in details, but he needed to experience it with his touch.

Blake seemed reluctant at first and I thought it may end there... Until he ran to my bed to give me the best hand-job of my life.

At one point, it seemed like he was about to suck me off but he did not do it.

I was satisfied though.

Not only I had the pleasure to nut on his pretty face, but it was now clear that he was into me, at the very least as much as I was into him... if not more!

Another boy I had gotten obsessed with my dong.

I did have some regrets afterwards and I went to the glory-hole multiple times to get my mind off of Blake.

Hanging out naked was one thing, stroking each other's dicks was another, but having sex, nah... This was not serious. I could not fuck my daughter's boyfriend while she was in London and therefore, I needed to keep some sort of distance.

See, my dick is quite untameable, and if I were to get too close to Blake's asshole, I was not certain that I would be able to stop myself from taking a deep dive, if you know what I mean.

It was tough though, and after a few weeks, things got a bit wilder.

The first time when I really felt bad about crossing a limit was when I asked him to tape my cock, just for fun.

For some reason, I really wanted Blake to get familiar with my dick, to realize how big it really was, to be even more impressed.

I was feeding off on the admiration and lust in his eyes.

I thought this was not going further than what we had been doing before and that taping a mate's cock was still in the realm of acceptable "horsing around" behaviours between buddies.

However, the activity did not go as planned.

Oh yes, Blake taped my huge cock carefully, - 12.1 inches hard! -, but he also worshipped me like one of my bitches, just like the good Picket, back in the days!

To be fair, it was not only him. I was very much driving the session.

I lost control. I made him stroke me, touch me, kiss my cock. He even put the tip in his mouth at some point.

I needed to hear him praising my dick.

I put aside who he was for Liv and there, I let him be my little faggot.

I know this is wrong but what can I say? It was even better than with the other dudes I was fucking on the side.

Blake was a legit straight college jock, the best kind of sluts!

Fucking a straight dude had always added something to the act, it was making me feel powerful like I could turn anyone gay for my fat dick.

With Blake, it was the cherry on the cake because he was the little prick fucking my daughter, and now... I owned him.

No need to tell you that I painted the poor boy white with my jizz.

I was so damn horny.

[Chapter 2 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

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Chapter 2: A Summer at the Farm (Part 2)

As I mentioned, I am not proud of it but I just lost it. Blake was simply too hot, too into me, too good at playing with my balls, the best at swallowing my jizz.

By the end of it, we had both realized we had gotten carried away and I promised myself I would not let myself go any further.

This was getting way too sus.

I swear that I tried to resist for a while but by the end of Blake's first month at the farm, we were like magnets, unable to stay away from each other for too long.

It was tough because not only Blake's submissive side had totally made me hot for him, but not even talking about that, he turned out to be a really cool dude with whom I loved to hang out.

I used to only be happy when I was by myself, but with someone like Blake, I could enjoy the company.

We worked great together without needing to talk.

Everything was just natural, he was good at what he was doing, and good at following my instructions. He had gotten confident with the work and way more comfortable around the farm.

Blake was frustrated by the city life and I taught him a lot about being a real man.

These days, men are too in their heads, in their feelings, overthinking everything.

Why cannot we just fuck who we like and live our lives as we want? I like to be naked, why should I have to wear clothes? Why use a fork to eat my damn chicken? And why should we spend hours dissecting our aspirations, thoughts and feelings? Who fucking cares?! We are born to die so we just better live a little while we have the chance.

Blake was one of the rare men that I met to get it.

He had been poisoned by college and by social media, but with me, he could go back to his primal instinct. In the span of a few weeks, I saw him change for the best.

Him too gradually got rid of his clothes and of the social conventions.

I felt like I was seeing him thrive and I wondered if he was that happy with Liv...

Bad Joe, very bad.

Yet, even then, I did not think that we could ever be together. It was not an idea that could even cross my mind.

We were two men stranded in a farm, and we were having a little fun. That was it.

Most of our time was spent working although I would allow myself a few slaps on his perfect butt when he had done a good job, which, to be fair, was almost all the time.

I could lie to myself but that particular summer was the best of my entire life.

Irremediably though, things took a turn and became much more intimate, and much more sexual...

Shocking, I know.

We had been fooling around for a while without never crossing the boundary of actually acting as if we were gay or having sex.

There had been a lot of rubbing, some rimming, and a ton of stroking each other off, but nothing more... No sucking or actual fucking.

Until that day where he sucked me off in my bedroom... The hand-job and fingering were no longer enough and I had to have him blow me for real.

I suppose that this event changed a lot of things because that was also when I learned that it was not the first time that he was taking my dick in his throat.

Here comes the crazy part.

During one of my visits at the glory-hole, Blake had hidden himself behind a wall and had blown my dick without me knowing!

I had schemed a lot to get some pussy or ass back in the days, but this, I had not seen it coming!

The boy was hornier and more conniving than I ever was!

I was mad at him for lying but, let's be real, I was a fucking hypocrite.

First, I had loved every second of that damn blowjob and to be even realer, the fact that Blake was behind the wall was making the experience even hotter.

Secondly, I was in fact glad that he had done it and could only wait for him to do it again.

Thirdly, and maybe most importantly, thinking about it afterwards, I was pumped by the idea that Blake had gone through all this trouble only for a chance to blow my dick!

In a sense, he had given me the best of both worlds. I could enjoy some nice slippery rough sucking, all the while being free from the guilt of hurting Olivia.

Once he had blown me in my bedroom though, all pretences were over. We were clearly crossing a line and we had to deal with our (guilty) conscience.

Somehow, we came to the conclusion that what Olivia did not know could not hurt her.

It was clearly not solving the issue but I would have taken any excuse to allow Blake to continue servicing my hungry cock.

I had invaded Blake's mouth and I would not let go of it so easily.

Just like some of my boys before him, having sex with my farm helper had become a part of my daily life.

The first time I actually fucked him, - meaning that I shoved my gigantic dick inside his tight virgin hole -, was in the barn that we had freshly renovated together.

I had not planned for it that day, but it happened naturally.

I mean, it was just the logical order of things: the jerk off sessions, the hand-jobs, the rimming, the blowjobs... the raw ass pounding was next.

Hell, I hate that word, but one could say that Blake's first sodomy was "romantic".

The sun was setting behind us, Blake was looking handsome as ever, and I took care of him as if we were lovers.

More importantly, Blake had the best hole I had ever dipped my cock into.

And trust me, I know what I am talking about, I have fucked my fair share of pussies and asses.

I had to refrain from cumming all along! It was pinkish and so fucking tight and warm. Certainly, one of my best fucks ever.

And the dude was a true champ, he managed to take most of my monster cock on the first attempt. It took him a little longer to take it balls deep, but he managed to do it within the first week we had started to fuck.

Impressive.

I pushed him for it, I wanted to feel myself completely inside of him. This was something only a handful of men could give me.

Honestly, by this point, it was like a drug.

I needed my fix, I needed to fill that hole or that throat. I needed to feel Blake impaling himself on me, swallowing my jizz, smothering himself under my ass... I wanted it all and I wanted it 24/7.

I hated the fact that Blake would have fooled around with my buddies at the glory-hole or anywhere else.

He was mine.

The human brain is a wonderful thing. I managed to elude thinking about Liv completely, as if they had never been together.

Bad Joe, very bad... And delusional.

The heatwave had driven me crazy... Or maybe Blakey really was special.

He was taking my cock hard and with no complaint, morning, afternoon and night. We were both shameless and insatiable, a perfect match.

Damn it, I will say it, he was the best cocksucker and bottom I had ever used.

He could take it all: my spanks, my slaps, my spit, my hardcore fingering, and above all, my twelve inches of hard meat.

Trust me, people who could handle my abnormally huge dong were rare and had to be cherished.

Not only he was taking it deep in the ass, while constantly begging for more, but he was also swallowing it all in his throat.

Blake was like a magician, learning the most impressive tricks in the span of a couple of weeks.

Maybe it was his particular scent or the way he was looking at me when we were fucking, but it was not only the sexual performances or his perfectly tight but resilient asshole which were keeping me coming for more, there was some sparks in the air... Something I had never felt since Liv's mother.

He could be tender and sweet... Fuck me, I was falling for the guy.

I doubt that Blake was aware of how unique he was.

Dave tried to get a piece of him once, and I had to punch the prick in his face. Coincidentally, or not so coincidentally, the barn and my farm burnt down a couple weeks later.

Aiden was texting me from times to times but I was completely disinterested now. I called him once to signify that it was over.

When he came to the farm to confront me, it was only an occasion for Blake and I to finally have some sort of a talk.

That was rough for Aiden but he had been replaced and he had to accept it.

Something you should know about me is that I am not really good at talking, but I think Blakey got the message.

I was into him, and it was real. Realer than it ever was with Aiden or any other guy before him.

See... Now I am getting sentimental. Ridiculous, I know. Joe Peterson, being all startled by a 22 years old stud!

The reality had to hit me back though.

The summer was coming to an end, and with that, my time with Blake was soon to be over.

I tried to make the best of it. We worked together, slept together, ate together, showered together... made love together.

When Olivia was calling him, I was getting angry, frustrated. I did not want to give him back to her.

Did she really deserve him? Would they make each other happy?

I was not so sure anymore.

Just like I had been jealous of Bob or Dave, I was getting jealous of my own daughter.

Of course, I did not see it that way at the time, I was deep in denial, but in retrospect, it is so obvious that I was getting possessive and... yes... growing feelings.

Blake was messing with my mind so much that I even considered, for the first time ever, to have a more submissive role with another dude.

If Blake was a great sub when he was servicing me, he could be dominant too. He was a very manly and muscular guy, and God damn it, he knew how to eat my ass and make it feel good.

One of my favourite things had always been to smother a good mouth with my musky asshole and I had found a great partner for this game with Blakey.

The college hunk was not afraid to go deep and raunchy with his tongue.

It did not take long before he started fingering me as well, and one day, to mess up with him while he was having yet another long call with Olivia, I sucked his cock.

Not the first time I was tasting a dick but certainly my most convincing performance as a cock-sucker... I was not so dominant anymore.

I was still reluctant about getting my ass fucked though.

Not that I was afraid to look submissive or any bullshit like that, - I know that I am a tough man and having a dick in my ass would not change the fact that I am an Alpha -, but I had simply never really considered getting fucked before and I was not sure this was for me.

I may have never asked Blake to fuck me if I had not thought we were so close to breaking up.

As Liv was supposed to be back very soon, Blake decided to end it all.

It hurt like a dagger through the heart but the boy was right.

The fool had initially suggested to confess what we had been doing to Liv, but obviously, there was no way!

Could you imagine? Telling my only daughter that I was fucking her boyfriend, or worse, that I was somehow in love with him?

I could never!

Since I would not agree to say the truth and since we had to end things one way or another, Blake decided to take the leap and made the decision for the both of us.

That was probably wise. In many ways, he was much more mature than I was.

Yet, that was also the last push I needed to ask him to penetrate my ass for the first time. I was ready.

If this was to be over, I could not live with the regret of not going all the way.

Besides, it might sound stupid but, in my eyes, it felt like my virgin hole was the last gift that I could give to my favourite lover. He deserved it.

I offered Blake something I had never given to anyone else before.

If the amount of cum he released is of any indication, I believe that he appreciated it very much.

Blake fucked my ass senselessly, he torn me apart, and it exceeded all my expectations. I had not become submissive at heart, but I could have been anything for Blakey.

The very same day, Liv came back and it ruined everything.

She almost caught us.

By some miracle, she did not suspect a thing but I thought that I had lost Blake for good.

I banged his hole one last time against the kitchen counter.

It was bittersweet because I was certain that this was over... Until the farm burnt down and I found myself homeless.

Liv offered that I move with the both of them in their small apartment downtown Sacramento while the farm would be renovated. For some reason, I agreed.

And now what?

[TO BE CONTINUED]

The first couple of chapters were a way to introduce Joe's backstory: his youth in the army, his time with his wife, and how he has lived the Summer spent with Blake on the farm.

Now, the story will continue where the last chapter of the first book ended, when they all move together in Sacramento.

What do you think will happen next?

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[colmenareshot]

A FALL IN THE CITY

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Chapter 2: A Summer at the Farm (Part 2)

As I mentioned, I am not proud of it but I just lost it. Blake was simply too hot, too into me, too good at playing with my balls, the best at swallowing my jizz.

By the end of it, we had both realized we had gotten carried away and I promised myself I would not let myself go any further.

This was getting way too sus.

I swear that I tried to resist for a while but by the end of Blake's first month at the farm, we were like magnets, unable to stay away from each other for too long.

It was tough because not only Blake's submissive side had totally made me hot for him, but not even talking about that, he turned out to be a really cool dude with whom I loved to hang out.

I used to only be happy when I was by myself, but with someone like Blake, I could enjoy the company.

We worked great together without needing to talk.

Everything was just natural, he was good at what he was doing, and good at following my instructions. He had gotten confident with the work and way more comfortable around the farm.

Blake was frustrated by the city life and I taught him a lot about being a real man.

These days, men are too in their heads, in their feelings, overthinking everything.

Why cannot we just fuck who we like and live our lives as we want? I like to be naked, why should I have to wear clothes? Why use a fork to eat my damn chicken? And why should we spend hours dissecting our aspirations, thoughts and feelings? Who fucking cares?! We are born to die so we just better live a little while we have the chance.

Blake was one of the rare men that I met to get it.

He had been poisoned by college and by social media, but with me, he could go back to his primal instinct. In the span of a few weeks, I saw him change for the best.

Him too gradually got rid of his clothes and of the social conventions.

I felt like I was seeing him thrive and I wondered if he was that happy with Liv...

Bad Joe, very bad.

Yet, even then, I did not think that we could ever be together. It was not an idea that could even cross my mind.

We were two men stranded in a farm, and we were having a little fun. That was it.

Most of our time was spent working although I would allow myself a few slaps on his perfect butt when he had done a good job, which, to be fair, was almost all the time.

I could lie to myself but that particular summer was the best of my entire life.

Irremediably though, things took a turn and became much more intimate, and much more sexual...

Shocking, I know.

We had been fooling around for a while without never crossing the boundary of actually acting as if we were gay or having sex.

There had been a lot of rubbing, some rimming, and a ton of stroking each other off, but nothing more... No sucking or actual fucking.

Until that day where he sucked me off in my bedroom... The hand-job and fingering were no longer enough and I had to have him blow me for real.

I suppose that this event changed a lot of things because that was also when I learned that it was not the first time that he was taking my dick in his throat.

Here comes the crazy part.

During one of my visits at the glory-hole, Blake had hidden himself behind a wall and had blown my dick without me knowing!

I had schemed a lot to get some pussy or ass back in the days, but this, I had not seen it coming!

The boy was hornier and more conniving than I ever was!

I was mad at him for lying but, let's be real, I was a fucking hypocrite.

First, I had loved every second of that damn blowjob and to be even realer, the fact that Blake was behind the wall was making the experience even hotter.

Secondly, I was in fact glad that he had done it and could only wait for him to do it again.

Thirdly, and maybe most importantly, thinking about it afterwards, I was pumped by the idea that Blake had gone through all this trouble only for a chance to blow my dick!

In a sense, he had given me the best of both worlds. I could enjoy some nice slippery rough sucking, all the while being free from the guilt of hurting Olivia.

Once he had blown me in my bedroom though, all pretences were over. We were clearly crossing a line and we had to deal with our (guilty) conscience.

Somehow, we came to the conclusion that what Olivia did not know could not hurt her.

It was clearly not solving the issue but I would have taken any excuse to allow Blake to continue servicing my hungry cock.

I had invaded Blake's mouth and I would not let go of it so easily.

Just like some of my boys before him, having sex with my farm helper had become a part of my daily life.

The first time I actually fucked him, - meaning that I shoved my gigantic dick inside his tight virgin hole -, was in the barn that we had freshly renovated together.

I had not planned for it that day, but it happened naturally.

I mean, it was just the logical order of things: the jerk off sessions, the hand-jobs, the rimming, the blowjobs... the raw ass pounding was next.

Hell, I hate that word, but one could say that Blake's first sodomy was "romantic".

The sun was setting behind us, Blake was looking handsome as ever, and I took care of him as if we were lovers.

More importantly, Blake had the best hole I had ever dipped my cock into.

And trust me, I know what I am talking about, I have fucked my fair share of pussies and asses.

I had to refrain from cumming all along! It was pinkish and so fucking tight and warm. Certainly, one of my best fucks ever.

And the dude was a true champ, he managed to take most of my monster cock on the first attempt. It took him a little longer to take it balls deep, but he managed to do it within the first week we had started to fuck.

Impressive.

I pushed him for it, I wanted to feel myself completely inside of him. This was something only a handful of men could give me.

Honestly, by this point, it was like a drug.

I needed my fix, I needed to fill that hole or that throat. I needed to feel Blake impaling himself on me, swallowing my jizz, smothering himself under my ass... I wanted it all and I wanted it 24/7.

I hated the fact that Blake would have fooled around with my buddies at the glory-hole or anywhere else.

He was mine.

The human brain is a wonderful thing. I managed to elude thinking about Liv completely, as if they had never been together.

Bad Joe, very bad... And delusional.

The heatwave had driven me crazy... Or maybe Blakey really was special.

He was taking my cock hard and with no complaint, morning, afternoon and night. We were both shameless and insatiable, a perfect match.

Damn it, I will say it, he was the best cocksucker and bottom I had ever used.

He could take it all: my spanks, my slaps, my spit, my hardcore fingering, and above all, my twelve inches of hard meat.

Trust me, people who could handle my abnormally huge dong were rare and had to be cherished.

Not only he was taking it deep in the ass, while constantly begging for more, but he was also swallowing it all in his throat.

Blake was like a magician, learning the most impressive tricks in the span of a couple of weeks.

Maybe it was his particular scent or the way he was looking at me when we were fucking, but it was not only the sexual performances or his perfectly tight but resilient asshole which were keeping me coming for more, there was some sparks in the air... Something I had never felt since Liv's mother.

He could be tender and sweet... Fuck me, I was falling for the guy.

I doubt that Blake was aware of how unique he was.

Dave tried to get a piece of him once, and I had to punch the prick in his face. Coincidentally, or not so coincidentally, the barn and my farm burnt down a couple weeks later.

Aiden was texting me from times to times but I was completely disinterested now. I called him once to signify that it was over.

When he came to the farm to confront me, it was only an occasion for Blake and I to finally have some sort of a talk.

That was rough for Aiden but he had been replaced and he had to accept it.

Something you should know about me is that I am not really good at talking, but I think Blakey got the message.

I was into him, and it was real. Realer than it ever was with Aiden or any other guy before him.

See... Now I am getting sentimental. Ridiculous, I know. Joe Peterson, being all startled by a 22 years old stud!

The reality had to hit me back though.

The summer was coming to an end, and with that, my time with Blake was soon to be over.

I tried to make the best of it. We worked together, slept together, ate together, showered together... made love together.

When Olivia was calling him, I was getting angry, frustrated. I did not want to give him back to her.

Did she really deserve him? Would they make each other happy?

I was not so sure anymore.

Just like I had been jealous of Bob or Dave, I was getting jealous of my own daughter.

Of course, I did not see it that way at the time, I was deep in denial, but in retrospect, it is so obvious that I was getting possessive and... yes... growing feelings.

Blake was messing with my mind so much that I even considered, for the first time ever, to have a more submissive role with another dude.

If Blake was a great sub when he was servicing me, he could be dominant too. He was a very manly and muscular guy, and God damn it, he knew how to eat my ass and make it feel good.

One of my favourite things had always been to smother a good mouth with my musky asshole and I had found a great partner for this game with Blakey.

The college hunk was not afraid to go deep and raunchy with his tongue.

It did not take long before he started fingering me as well, and one day, to mess up with him while he was having yet another long call with Olivia, I sucked his cock.

Not the first time I was tasting a dick but certainly my most convincing performance as a cock-sucker... I was not so dominant anymore.

I was still reluctant about getting my ass fucked though.

Not that I was afraid to look submissive or any bullshit like that, - I know that I am a tough man and having a dick in my ass would not change the fact that I am an Alpha -, but I had simply never really considered getting fucked before and I was not sure this was for me.

I may have never asked Blake to fuck me if I had not thought we were so close to breaking up.

As Liv was supposed to be back very soon, Blake decided to end it all.

It hurt like a dagger through the heart but the boy was right.

The fool had initially suggested to confess what we had been doing to Liv, but obviously, there was no way!

Could you imagine? Telling my only daughter that I was fucking her boyfriend, or worse, that I was somehow in love with him?

I could never!

Since I would not agree to say the truth and since we had to end things one way or another, Blake decided to take the leap and made the decision for the both of us.

That was probably wise. In many ways, he was much more mature than I was.

Yet, that was also the last push I needed to ask him to penetrate my ass for the first time. I was ready.

If this was to be over, I could not live with the regret of not going all the way.

Besides, it might sound stupid but, in my eyes, it felt like my virgin hole was the last gift that I could give to my favourite lover. He deserved it.

I offered Blake something I had never given to anyone else before.

If the amount of cum he released is of any indication, I believe that he appreciated it very much.

Blake fucked my ass senselessly, he torn me apart, and it exceeded all my expectations. I had not become submissive at heart, but I could have been anything for Blakey.

The very same day, Liv came back and it ruined everything.

She almost caught us.

By some miracle, she did not suspect a thing but I thought that I had lost Blake for good.

I banged his hole one last time against the kitchen counter.

Fue agridulce porque estaba segura de que esto había terminado... Hasta que la granja se quemó y me encontré sin hogar.

Liv me ofreció mudarme con ellos dos a su pequeño apartamento en el centro de Sacramento mientras se renovaba la granja. Por alguna razón, acepté.

¿Y ahora qué?

[CONTINUARÁ]

Los primeros capítulos fueron una forma de presentar la historia de Joe: su juventud en el ejército, su tiempo con su esposa y cómo vivió el verano que pasó con Blake en la granja.

Ahora, la historia continuará donde terminó el último capítulo del primer libro, cuando todos se mudan juntos a Sacramento.

¿Que crees que pasará después?

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A FALL IN THE CITY

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Chapter 3: Ineluctable Attraction (Part 1)

As soon as I had set foot in the apartment, I felt like a lion trapped in a cage.

The living room was half the size of mine (including their kitchen), there was a small bedroom in which the king size bed was taking three quarters of the available space, and the bathroom was okay, I guess, with a bathtub.

That was it.

The place looked even smaller than I remembered when I had helped Olivia move in.

There was not even a balcony to breathe some fresh air and the three of us would be all over each other... So to speak.

Already, I was regretting accepting Liv's proposal.

Even living in a tent in front of my partially burnt down farm seemed like a better idea at that point.

At the very least, there, I could have had a look on the goats and chicken. I trusted Bob but he could make mistakes and there could be more intruders attacking my farm.

I wanted to catch them in the act, Dave in particular.

I assume that my face was saying it all because Olivia tried to reassure me.

"Don't worry, dad, it'll be only for a couple of months, three at most. Then, there'll be some more things to repair but you should be able to move back safely at the farm."

"I feel like I cannot breathe in here."

She opened a window.

We were on the third floor.

"The people who sub-rented the apartment left more than a couple weeks ago, it just needs some fresh air."

"Hmm..."

"Look, there's a small park down there. It's very nice, I love walking there.No need to be cooked up in the apartment all day. And, you'll be able to go a little further in the outskirts of the city, there're larger parks, even places to fish. Take this as a deserved vacation!"

I sighed.

"It's gonna be such a burden for you guys to have me here..."

"Come on, daddy! Don't be like that. You know that Blake and I are happy to have you with us. Besides, Blake needs someone, not being able to use his right arm for a while. Right, babe? You'll be glad to have someone in here since you can barely use your computer or your phone?"

"Sure!" Blake immediately replied.

"You're sweet, Liv, but..."

She cut me off.

"Look dad, you can even take our room and we'll sleep in the living room so you have some intimacy. The couch can be made into a bed."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll be sleeping on the couch."

She smiled at me and came to kiss my cheek tenderly.

"It's settled, then. You stay."

It must have been annoying for Liv to have me there but, for some reason, she would not let it go.

I guessed that she was worried that I would lose it on Dave if I were to come back home. I was 100% certain that the coward had been the one starting the fire.

I have to admit that many of my thoughts were about killing him.

Others though, were about fucking Blake deep in his tight ass.

"Liv's right. It's only for a few weeks, it'll go by quickly and as it stands, I can barely shower by myself so I'll need the help." Blake showed me his cast.

My dick reacted when he mentioned the help he would need in the shower but I did my best to disregard it.

I decided it was best to go out and walk in the damn park Liv had mentioned.

I left the couple behind me, feeling guilty over my dirty thoughts.

Blake and I had not been able to help ourselves on our way there but now that we were at the apartment, there was nowhere to hide.

Maybe that was the main reason I was moody.

Living in such proximity with Blake and not being able to touch him, grab his ass, kiss his lips, fuck him, that would be like torture.

My daughter was right though, the fresh air was good for me.

Fall was a great season to be in Sacramento, it was still warm and sunny outside without having to deal with the unbearable heatwaves.

In the park down the apartment building, the girls were wearing mini-skirts and the college boys were shirtless, too proud to show off their pumped muscles.

They looked like fresh meat for my pervy eyes and I appreciated how they stared back at me. I was the older guy but I was beating them all to the punch with my tank top displaying my massive arms.

Nothing gets you big like farm work.

Besides, I was well aware that "Daddies" were in.

None of those shirtless studs had my cock twitching like Blake though. They were hot jocks, they may have had nice bubble butts, but they were not him.

I sat on a bench and looked at a group of college kids, both guys and women, playing frisbee.

"I thought men should not whine."

Someone suddenly spoke behind my back as I was day-dreaming.

Blake made me jump.

"What are you doing here?" I grunted at him.

"We could see you from the apartment, sitting on that bench, all sad."

He pointed to the building and a window on the third floor which must have been theirs.

"I'm not sad, idiot."

Blake sat down beside me.

"I'm only here because Liv asked me to check on you."

"Oh yes, you're such a good boyfriend." I replied sarcastically.

Sarcasm had never been my strong suit, I have always been more of a "tell it like it is" kind of guy, but eh, the situation was so absurd, I could not help myself.

We remained silent for a little while.

"The girls in Sacramento don't look shy."

I commented when one of the frisbee players took her top off, to only wear her bra.

"They're not. City life, you know. It has its perks, hot girls wandering around semi-naked are certainly a plus."

"I guess."

"It's not that fun when you're no longer single though..." Blake commented, playing with a small rock on the ground.

"Yes, because you're such a faithful man!"

Blake put his left hand on my thigh.

"I could be faithful, yes."

Fuck... The tingling in my belly.

"Stop that!" I pushed his hand away.

His attitude changed immediately.

"Sorry... I... I'm sorry."

"People can see us." I told him spontaneously, instead of saying that this was wrong and that I did not like that.

Truth was, I did enjoy it way too much.

"You're right. We should be more careful." He conceded.

I did not have it in me to tell him to stop.

I thought we had already played this game so many times, promising ourselves to back off and irremediably going back to each other.

Why the fuck could not I control myself with this college kid?!

"We should go back to the apartment, figure out how we're going to settle in." I told Blake.

The sun was setting.

"You're right."

Back at the apartment, Olivia was on the phone with the insurance people. She was really doing the most for me. I felt even guiltier.

She was very good at this too, the paperwork and everything.

"How things are looking?" I asked her.

"Relatively okay. They're pushing back, as they always do to cover all the costs but it's gonna be fine."

"Fuck's sake... They refuse to pay for the entire cost of the reparation. I knew it! How much would it be left for me to compensate? I mean, I won't be able to work for months, it might ruin my entire revenues for the year."

"Don't worry, I'm dealing with them. If all comes to worst, I made money during my internship and we have the money from the sub-rent. Not even mentioning what you paid Blake for his work at the farm. We'll be able to..."

This time around, I was the one to cut her off.

"There's no way I'll let you use your money on me! I'll never accept that."

"Dad, you've been helping me since forever. When we moved in here, you were paying part of the rent. That's fine."

I got really mad.

"It's really not, Liv! And I do have some money anyway in case of emergency so I won't need your charity. I do intend to pay you a rent for the length of my stay here by the way."

"Don't be ridiculous, dad!"

"As stubborn as your mother, I see."

"Exactly, so you know there's no point to discuss this. Besides, I told you, I'll get the insurance to cover for everything. I have some friends who have started working in a law firm, they'll help. We're all adults now."

"We really cannot discuss with that woman." I told Blake to get his support.

He wisely did not take any side.

Aside from this argument, the first day went pretty okay. The apartment was not that bad and the dinner altogether was even a nice time.

A nice beer and a large slab of steak can do wonder to a man, especially after a few days eating the hospital's crap.

Blake was really useless without his right wrist and he could barely feed himself. I fed him with a spoon at some point and it made everyone laugh.

I guess that the scene was pretty harmless when you did not know that Blake and I had been fucking on the side.

If you were wondering, Olivia was the one to help him undress and take a bath in the evening. As for me, I made an effort and wore some underwear to bed, or rather "to couch."

I hated sleeping in any other way than naked, but I had to be a little decent. I was not sure for how long I would keep this code of conduct though; I already had an urge to jerk off in the middle of the night.

I went to the bathroom to release myself.

To be fair, I had undergone a lot of stress and a quick wank is always a great solution to calm down.

There was the dirty underwear from Blake in the laundry basket and it was enough to get me going. It was the first time in my life, at nearly 44, that I was picking up and smelling another guy's underwear.

I simply had the urge to do it.

Fucking strange, right?

There was just this thing with Blake's scent, it was an immediate turn-on. I always wanted more of it, like an ineluctable attraction.

I almost went as far as nutting in his black boxer briefs, -- I was rubbing my twelve-inches cock on the fabric at some point -, but since Olivia was the one doing the laundry, I thankfully aimed towards the toilet's bowl in the end, so not to make a mess.

It would have been a big mess indeed; I unloaded a ton of creamy jizz in that bowl!

I took a leak afterwards and went back to sleep.

[Chapter 3 continues below]

 

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A FALL IN THE CITY

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Chapter 3: Ineluctable Attraction (Part 2)

Admittedly, the couch was comfortable and when I woke up, Olivia was already in the kitchen, making breakfast for everyone.

Such a nice girl.

It smelt bacon and eggs, that was sweet.

"We normally share the chores with Blake, but with his wrist, he's got his excuse not to do much around the place." She explained.

I noticed some bitterness in her tone but I only said thank you.

"What are your plans for the day?"

"Classes only start next week, both for Blake and I. In the meantime, my friend Lisa got me a job at the University to welcome new students, do some paperwork and organizing the schedules. I've already done that last year."

"You work too hard, Liv."

She smiled at me and bit into a piece of pancake.

"It's great for me anyway, it helps me making connections."

"And I usually work too!" Blake intervened, getting out of their bedroom.

He was only wearing long underpants, I tried not to look.

"Oh really, and what do you do?"

"I do the presentation of the sport teams and clubs for the freshmen and highschoolers but I cannot really take part in the sport activities now..."

I knew that Blake had come back into the burning farm and had found himself injured only because of me; This was yet another thing I was feeling awful about.

"How long until you can remove your cast?"

"Two weeks normally. I'll be fine."

Liv kissed him hello, they had gotten more comfortable with the PDA around me.

I almost did the same thing but I was sufficiently self-aware to stay seated. I think that seeing him barely naked had woken-up my morning wood.

"I know Joe made you sweat at the farm all Summer so I won't hold any rest against you." Liv added to make sure that he was not feeling bad.

"Your dad made me sweat for sure..."

I made sure not to lock eyes with Blake, otherwise, Liv could have sensed something.

At times, I felt like it was obvious that something was going on but she really did seem oblivious.

Liv was in a rush for her work and she made me promise to help Blake out.

"He might be too proud to ask for it, but please, if he's struggling, help him! Blake really needs to stay as still as possible to heal quickly. And as for you, dad, no moodiness, okay? Be on the look for a call from the insurance people, if they're trying to bullshit you, just tell them that I'll call them back."

She kissed me on the forehead.

"Thanks Liv, you... You really are too good to your old man."

"I sure am. Bye, guys! No funny business!" She winked at us.

The atmosphere in the room shifted as soon as she had shut the door.

I knew this was wrong and that Olivia did not deserve this, but I also immediately understood that there was no way Blake and I would be able to stay away from each other.

What the hell, we were like magnets!

I cleared my throat.

"You need some help with the shower?"

Blake looked at the floor and then at me.

He seemed to be battling a war within himself.

"I mostly need help with washing my back. So, yeah, I could use a hand."

"Let's go then."

We both walked into the bathroom together. It was very usual for us to shower together but the context was different, we were not in my farm anymore.

"I just go into the bathtub?" He asked.

We were walking on egg's shelves.

"Get naked first, idiot. You're not gonna clean yourself with your underwear on."

"No..."

"You need help with that too?"

I grabbed his waist and the sexual tension immediately went up a few notches.

My own cock was reacting strongly, already twitching.

"If you don't mind."

I grabbed the waistbands of his loose underwear and pulled them down slowly. Blake was facing me and his semi-hard dick popped out.

The fucker was horny.

He had been lacking on the trimming lately, - not in the prerogatives of the hospital's nurses to take care of your bush -, and he had more hair than usual.

I did not dislike it.

It took everything in me not to play with his cock right there, although, this was hypocrite to hold off because I knew for sure that we would get into the action at some point.

Since his legs were working fine, Blake turned around and got into the bathtub by himself. It gave me an incredible view of his bubble butt.

His cheeks were rather smooth, he did not need to trim there.

Fuck, he was hot!

"I'm gonna get wet." I noted casually as I started to run the water.

Blake swallowed his saliva.

"Maybe you should take off your underwear too?"

"If I do that, we may as well take the damn bath or shower together!"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"We might just as well. Two birds, one stone?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... And we'll save water, right? Clever boy!"

He smiled at me. Who were we fooling, finding excuses?

We knew exactly what we were doing.

I got stark naked anyway. My dick was getting rock hard and I jumped in.

We remained mostly calm for the first ten minutes. I helped him getting soap and water on his back and ass.

I might have spent a lot of time on his bum, especially between his cheeks, but hygiene is important, is not it?

Overall, I kept my cock away and trust me, this was a challenge in itself. Joe Junior was stiffed, dripping and irresistibly pulling me towards the boy's pinkish asshole.

Things got sus again when it appeared that none of us wanted this bath session to end.

Blake had more spots he wanted some help with, - he was visibly very thorough on his hygiene -, and I was using too much soap on my own chest, meaning that it was taking a lot of time to rinse.

It was okay until I dropped the bar of soap...

Silly me!

Since he could barely use his arms, I was the one bending over and looking for the soap in the hot water.

Although we were both using the tub as a shower standing up, the water was now filling the bathtub and I was having trouble reaching the bar of soap.

I spent a long minute arching my back and offering my fat hairy arse to Blake.

One thing led to another and his hard cock found its way lodged inside my ass crack.

Fuck it! We were so clumsy... Right?

Blake dry humped me while panting softly.

The memories of the first and only time he had fucked my hole were all coming back to me.

I moaned.

"Blake... We... We shouldn't..."

His cock was throbbing against my hole.

"Sorry, Joe. You... You were in the way..."

He pulled back innocently.

"Yeah..."

I stood back up but I was unsettled.

"You didn't want me to stop?" He asked with a cheeky smile.

"You, little prick!"

I used my cock as a sword and poked his thigh. We laughed. A slime of precum dripped down his leg.

"That thing really is impressive." He remarked, looking down at my twelve inches pole.

The bastard was aware that I was very much into his praising of my manhood. He wanted me to give in to my urges.

"That bum of yours's not bad either."

"Really?"

He turned around to show off.

The shameless slut! I so wanted to fuck him right there.

Instead, I used the soap and I cleaned him up for the tenth time.

I spread his ass cheeks, let my two fingers wander in his crack but I did not go any further. The day was still young and the phone rang anyway.

The freaking insurance guy was killing the vibe!

I got out of the tub and picked up the phone, naked.

While I was talking to the dude who was explaining all the additional forms that I had to forward to him, Blake was looking like a fool, soaking wet, desperately hard, his cock leaking precum... but being unable to stroke himself as he would have wanted to.

To be fair, he could have used his left hand but I think that he did not want to find a way to take care of himself.

The fact that he "needed" my help was good for the both of us. We had our reason to fool around with each other.

Still, when I was finally done with the insurance, - my work had only consisted of writing down everything the guy was saying to transmit the information to Liv -, I was less horny and able to help Blake dressing back up without being (too) inappropriate.

I could not resist giving him a few strokes to torture him, but really, at this point, who could blame me?

I firmly believe that anyone judging me simply does not realize how hot Blake really was. His stunning jock body. His sweet buns. His cheeky smile.

"Let's go outside." He suggested. "The weather is very nice and it'll help us... keeping our minds off things."

"Yeah, keeping my cock out of your ass, you mean..."

"Or reversely."

Another cheeky wink. We were very bad boys.

The fact that we could not stay alone inside the apartment without fucking each other should have been the biggest red flag that things were out of control, but instead of focusing on that, I preferred telling myself that we were being "very mature" by getting out and resisting the mutual attraction.

What a hot pile of bullshit and delusion I was telling myself.

Believe me, we would not last a few more hours without fucking like animals.

[To be continued]

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