Um... Fuck.
Why do I smell Blake's blood all the way from the Great Lakes?
Why do I smell Blake's blood all the way from the Great Lakes?
A Summer at the Farm (Erotic story)
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If I ran off to London leaving my hot looking, hung, straight, horn dog boyfriend in the care of my strong willed, hedonist, shameless, nudist dad, in an isolated setting, it would be a guaranteed recipe for get down awakenings. She may have noticed, it was more than a muscular, toned, tanned body her boyfriend had acquired. His ability to pick up and flip quarters with his ass lips....Oh! Slap me silly for reading something into the story that's not there.
Seriously! But to attempt suicide?
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No matter what combination or context of that trinity is impossible. There can be only two, and it doesn’t matter which two. However they pair up, any combination: Blake and Liv, Joe and Blake or father (Joe) and daughter (Liv) coexisting, each pairing could have a future but only if the third character is removed. Liv and Blake won’t make it as man and wife if Joe is in their orbit any more than Blake and Joe have a future is Liv is around. There are too many transgressions that can’t be ignored or gotten past.
It will be interesting to see what thehottestmenxx, our author, has in store for us.
Great writing as always
It will be interesting to see what thehottestmenxx, our author, has in store for us.
Great writing as always
I can see Liv having a bad ending in this story. At best it's going to be bittersweet.
Realmente excelente historia y redacción... Felicidades!
A FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 13: What (really) happened last Summer (Part 1)
It was a miracle I did not crash my car since I was driving so hectically.
I tried to call both Blake and Liv but none of them picked up their phone.
Maybe it was for the best because I had no idea of whatever I could have told them.
I mean, I could have warned Blake that she already knew, I could have tried to stop the proposal from happening, but Liv… What was there to say to her?
“Sorry I fucked your future husband.” ; “I know you burnt down my farm and tried to kills us all but that’s all right.”
I parked in front of their building, still not knowing what exactly I was going for.
I needed to talk to Liv, make sure she was okay, that was the priority.
The fact that Olivia had been in the know this whole time was blowing my mind. Although her behaviour did seem odd at times, it was hard to believe she had been pretending for nearly two months.
Maybe I had built a story in my head which was not true?
But why else would she have swallowed those pills?
I knocked at their door and since nobody answered, I got in unannounced.
I was very much on edge and I must have looked like a maniac.
I had left the castle in such a rush that I was only wearing an old dirty tank-top, some shorts, and sneakers without socks on.
Fucking hell, the rose petals were there, scattered on the floor. I thought that the proposal had already happened. I was in too late.
Blake came out from the bedroom in an elegant black suit.
For once, his hair was combed. He looked stunned to see me barging in his living room.
“Blake! Where’s Liv?!” I barked at him.
“Joe! What are you doing here? She’s not in the apartment.”
“You cannot propose to her!”
“I know.”
I noticed the tears in his eyes, he had cried.
“Oh…”
“She’s gone, Joe.”
He had talked in barely a whisper.
“What happened?”
“I had set everything up. The ring, the flowers, the champagne. I… I swear, I really tried to convince myself it was the right thing to do. I followed your advice. I mean, I’m straight, she’s perfect, we were doing so well before… before last Summer. She was my best shot.”
“Oh God… What are you rumbling about? Where is she?”
“Joe, I could not go through with it in the end. When she came in, she saw me in the suit, and she started crying and… I… Fuck, I simply could not ask her to marry me. I… It would have been so wrong.”
He bit his lips.
“I guess it would have been.” I confirmed.
“Joe, I’m sorry but I told her about us, I had to. Although, I think that she…”
“She already knew.” I finished his sentence.
“How?”
“Look, Blake. I’ve come here because I’ve learned something. This is why I have to see her, I’m worried. I think she caught us the night of the fire, I believe that… I believe that she tried to kill herself.”
Saying it out loud was a shock, even for me.
If this was even possible, Blake’s face broke down even more.
“Kill herself?” He blurted out.
“All I know is that she swallowed dozens of sleeping pills that night. I read her medical records.”
“Fuck… That’s why she was so dizzy. It had been so hard to wake her up. Damn… How the hell did we miss that?”
“She must have seen us in the kitchen, you remember what we did that night?”
Blake nodded yes sombrely.
He looked so handsome in his suit; this was such a waste.
“That explains a lot of things.” He spoke. “I thought that I was the reason why it felt different between us but if she knew, all this time… And her reaction tonight, when I told her, she was so cold about it.”
“I think she’s the one who set fire to the farm.”
“No… Joe, she wouldn’t have done that. We almost died.”
“Think about it, Blake.”
He sat on a stool.
“She’s gone crazy then.”
“She hasn’t. We’ve done something terrible to her. Listen, I’m even more concerned now that you talked to Liv, it must have been another trauma. I have to find her, when did she leave?”
“About twenty minutes ago. We had a fight and… Maybe she’s gone to one of her best friends?”
“Do you have their phone numbers? We’ll call them right now.”
Blake agreed and we started listing the places where Olivia could have gone.
I was terrified that she may have made an awful mistake. What if she was doing something to hurt herself?
I was about to call one of her friends when Blake stopped me.
“Wait, Joe!”
“What?”
“She’s right there!”
He was pointing at the window.
I stood up and ran to have a look.
“Where?”
“In the park. She didn’t take the car, she just walked outside.”
Indeed, there she was, easily noticeable with a red jacket in the obscurity of the park. Phew!
“Thank God. Ok, I’ll just go.”
“Should I come with you?” Blake asked.
“No. Stay here. And clean that freaking apartment, no need to have any sort of reminder of this proposal.”
“Joe… I haven’t told her much, just that, something had happened with someone else. I told her it was a guy, and she was the one to ask if that person was you. I said yes, and then, she left.”
“I’m done with the damn lies anyway. You stay put and we’ll… We’ll figure a solution. I have to see her first.”
I was still fixed upon the fact that she had swallowed those drugs.
I could not imagine how she had felt, going down to take a snack or something, and finding us, banging against the kitchen counter.
I hurried downstairs, fearing she might disappear again.
When I found her, she was sitting on the exact same bench I had picked on my first day in Sacramento, about seven weeks before.
“Liv…” I muttered.
She jumped a little and turned her beautiful angelic face towards me.
“Dad?”
“Liv, I… I’m here. I need to talk to you.”
“Blake called you?”
She was not crying.
Blake had described her best, she looked cold and emotionless. That was scary.
“He didn’t call me… I came to the apartment because I needed to see you.”
She chuckled.
“You’re not going to pretend that you wanted to come clean now that Blake has admitted to it? That’s convenient!”
“No. The truth is, I never wanted to come clean because I never wanted to hurt you.”
She looked away.
I walked a bit closer to her and I tentatively sat on the bench, right next to her. She let me.
We were not allowed to be sitting in the park at this late hour in October. Aside from a few drunks we could hear from afar, we were alone.
“Liv, I… I’ve got access to your medical records… I took a look at them tonight and… God, Liv, what have you done?”
“You’re really asking me that question? Don’t you think I should be the one searching for answers.”
I could not say anything right.
“It’s not what I meant…” I tried to touch her hand but she pushed me away. “Liv, I’m talking about the pills that you took… That was so dangerous. You could have died.”
“I know.”
“Fuck… I’m so freaking sorry… I… I don’t even know where to begin… But Liv, please...”
She finally looked back at me.
“Dad, I was the one who set fire to your precious farm. I did not mean to harm you or anyone, I… I just lost it when I saw you… Christ, I don’t even remember exactly what I saw, it was just too much…”
“I don’t give fuck a about the damn farm! You can hurt me! You can hit me! Please, do! I deserve it, you should hate me. But you cannot hurt yourself, not because of me. Never.”
Some tears fell from her eyes.
“I didn’t want to hurt myself… I… I don’t know, my mind just switched.”
“Why didn’t you say anything afterwards? At the hospital? And then… Asking me to live with you guys? Why?!”
“What was I supposed to do? When they brought me to the hospital, they talked about the police, they asked me a ton questions, why I had this drug in my body. I… I didn’t know what I was supposed to say or to whom.”
“Liv, this must have been hell, I seriously don’t know what to tell you.”
“I didn’t know what to believe anymore. I think I was more shocked by what I have done myself, than anything else. I was mortified that Blake or you would get serious injuries. It was looking pretty bad at first; I was just praying for everyone to be okay. And then… I started to wonder if I had actually seen anything… Maybe it was just a nightmare…”
She seemed to lose her train of thoughts.
I wanted to hug her, to tell her that everything would be okay but I could not. It was all my fault.
I thought about Debbie, how she would be hating me for putting our daughter through that.
“What you saw was real, Liv, and I don’t blame you for your reaction. You hear me? Not for one second.”
She wiped her tears.
“I tried to reason myself, so hard. At some point, I managed to convince myself that what I had seen may have not been what it seemed like. You know? I was jet-lagged, I was exhausted, and then I took all of these pills which made the memories of the night even blurrier. I told myself that I was the one going mad. Maybe I had imagined the whole thing and I had almost killed us all. I felt terribly guilty.”
“Good Lord, sweety….”
“But sometimes, the memory was coming back so clearly and… Not only that, I was seeing stuff happening between you two. The sparks, the unspoken words, the incidental touches. I don’t know what I tried to do by asking you to live with us, but it’s like I wanted to understand, to keep an eye on the both of you. I needed to know if I was losing my mind or not.”
“My angel, I had no idea that you were suspecting anything… I had no idea it was driving you crazy… I left the apartment to live at Fran’s mansion precisely because I wanted for things to go back to normal.”
“Normal? What is even normal?”
“You and Blake. That’s what it should be!”
“Please… Don’t try to defend my relationship with Blake.”
“You two deserved better. I thought that by leaving you alone, you would be able to fix things. I… I thought you would never have to learn about what had happened and that you could be happy.”
We both remained silent for a while.
She seemed less detached from her emotions. She was softly crying.
[Chapter 13 continues below]
Chapter 13: What (really) happened last Summer (Part 1)
It was a miracle I did not crash my car since I was driving so hectically.
I tried to call both Blake and Liv but none of them picked up their phone.
Maybe it was for the best because I had no idea of whatever I could have told them.
I mean, I could have warned Blake that she already knew, I could have tried to stop the proposal from happening, but Liv… What was there to say to her?
“Sorry I fucked your future husband.” ; “I know you burnt down my farm and tried to kills us all but that’s all right.”
I parked in front of their building, still not knowing what exactly I was going for.
I needed to talk to Liv, make sure she was okay, that was the priority.
The fact that Olivia had been in the know this whole time was blowing my mind. Although her behaviour did seem odd at times, it was hard to believe she had been pretending for nearly two months.
Maybe I had built a story in my head which was not true?
But why else would she have swallowed those pills?
I knocked at their door and since nobody answered, I got in unannounced.
I was very much on edge and I must have looked like a maniac.
I had left the castle in such a rush that I was only wearing an old dirty tank-top, some shorts, and sneakers without socks on.
Fucking hell, the rose petals were there, scattered on the floor. I thought that the proposal had already happened. I was in too late.
Blake came out from the bedroom in an elegant black suit.
For once, his hair was combed. He looked stunned to see me barging in his living room.
“Blake! Where’s Liv?!” I barked at him.
“Joe! What are you doing here? She’s not in the apartment.”
“You cannot propose to her!”
“I know.”
I noticed the tears in his eyes, he had cried.
“Oh…”
“She’s gone, Joe.”
He had talked in barely a whisper.
“What happened?”
“I had set everything up. The ring, the flowers, the champagne. I… I swear, I really tried to convince myself it was the right thing to do. I followed your advice. I mean, I’m straight, she’s perfect, we were doing so well before… before last Summer. She was my best shot.”
“Oh God… What are you rumbling about? Where is she?”
“Joe, I could not go through with it in the end. When she came in, she saw me in the suit, and she started crying and… I… Fuck, I simply could not ask her to marry me. I… It would have been so wrong.”
He bit his lips.
“I guess it would have been.” I confirmed.
“Joe, I’m sorry but I told her about us, I had to. Although, I think that she…”
“She already knew.” I finished his sentence.
“How?”
“Look, Blake. I’ve come here because I’ve learned something. This is why I have to see her, I’m worried. I think she caught us the night of the fire, I believe that… I believe that she tried to kill herself.”
Saying it out loud was a shock, even for me.
If this was even possible, Blake’s face broke down even more.
“Kill herself?” He blurted out.
“All I know is that she swallowed dozens of sleeping pills that night. I read her medical records.”
“Fuck… That’s why she was so dizzy. It had been so hard to wake her up. Damn… How the hell did we miss that?”
“She must have seen us in the kitchen, you remember what we did that night?”
Blake nodded yes sombrely.
He looked so handsome in his suit; this was such a waste.
“That explains a lot of things.” He spoke. “I thought that I was the reason why it felt different between us but if she knew, all this time… And her reaction tonight, when I told her, she was so cold about it.”
“I think she’s the one who set fire to the farm.”
“No… Joe, she wouldn’t have done that. We almost died.”
“Think about it, Blake.”
He sat on a stool.
“She’s gone crazy then.”
“She hasn’t. We’ve done something terrible to her. Listen, I’m even more concerned now that you talked to Liv, it must have been another trauma. I have to find her, when did she leave?”
“About twenty minutes ago. We had a fight and… Maybe she’s gone to one of her best friends?”
“Do you have their phone numbers? We’ll call them right now.”
Blake agreed and we started listing the places where Olivia could have gone.
I was terrified that she may have made an awful mistake. What if she was doing something to hurt herself?
I was about to call one of her friends when Blake stopped me.
“Wait, Joe!”
“What?”
“She’s right there!”
He was pointing at the window.
I stood up and ran to have a look.
“Where?”
“In the park. She didn’t take the car, she just walked outside.”
Indeed, there she was, easily noticeable with a red jacket in the obscurity of the park. Phew!
“Thank God. Ok, I’ll just go.”
“Should I come with you?” Blake asked.
“No. Stay here. And clean that freaking apartment, no need to have any sort of reminder of this proposal.”
“Joe… I haven’t told her much, just that, something had happened with someone else. I told her it was a guy, and she was the one to ask if that person was you. I said yes, and then, she left.”
“I’m done with the damn lies anyway. You stay put and we’ll… We’ll figure a solution. I have to see her first.”
I was still fixed upon the fact that she had swallowed those drugs.
I could not imagine how she had felt, going down to take a snack or something, and finding us, banging against the kitchen counter.
I hurried downstairs, fearing she might disappear again.
When I found her, she was sitting on the exact same bench I had picked on my first day in Sacramento, about seven weeks before.
“Liv…” I muttered.
She jumped a little and turned her beautiful angelic face towards me.
“Dad?”
“Liv, I… I’m here. I need to talk to you.”
“Blake called you?”
She was not crying.
Blake had described her best, she looked cold and emotionless. That was scary.
“He didn’t call me… I came to the apartment because I needed to see you.”
She chuckled.
“You’re not going to pretend that you wanted to come clean now that Blake has admitted to it? That’s convenient!”
“No. The truth is, I never wanted to come clean because I never wanted to hurt you.”
She looked away.
I walked a bit closer to her and I tentatively sat on the bench, right next to her. She let me.
We were not allowed to be sitting in the park at this late hour in October. Aside from a few drunks we could hear from afar, we were alone.
“Liv, I… I’ve got access to your medical records… I took a look at them tonight and… God, Liv, what have you done?”
“You’re really asking me that question? Don’t you think I should be the one searching for answers.”
I could not say anything right.
“It’s not what I meant…” I tried to touch her hand but she pushed me away. “Liv, I’m talking about the pills that you took… That was so dangerous. You could have died.”
“I know.”
“Fuck… I’m so freaking sorry… I… I don’t even know where to begin… But Liv, please...”
She finally looked back at me.
“Dad, I was the one who set fire to your precious farm. I did not mean to harm you or anyone, I… I just lost it when I saw you… Christ, I don’t even remember exactly what I saw, it was just too much…”
“I don’t give fuck a about the damn farm! You can hurt me! You can hit me! Please, do! I deserve it, you should hate me. But you cannot hurt yourself, not because of me. Never.”
Some tears fell from her eyes.
“I didn’t want to hurt myself… I… I don’t know, my mind just switched.”
“Why didn’t you say anything afterwards? At the hospital? And then… Asking me to live with you guys? Why?!”
“What was I supposed to do? When they brought me to the hospital, they talked about the police, they asked me a ton questions, why I had this drug in my body. I… I didn’t know what I was supposed to say or to whom.”
“Liv, this must have been hell, I seriously don’t know what to tell you.”
“I didn’t know what to believe anymore. I think I was more shocked by what I have done myself, than anything else. I was mortified that Blake or you would get serious injuries. It was looking pretty bad at first; I was just praying for everyone to be okay. And then… I started to wonder if I had actually seen anything… Maybe it was just a nightmare…”
She seemed to lose her train of thoughts.
I wanted to hug her, to tell her that everything would be okay but I could not. It was all my fault.
I thought about Debbie, how she would be hating me for putting our daughter through that.
“What you saw was real, Liv, and I don’t blame you for your reaction. You hear me? Not for one second.”
She wiped her tears.
“I tried to reason myself, so hard. At some point, I managed to convince myself that what I had seen may have not been what it seemed like. You know? I was jet-lagged, I was exhausted, and then I took all of these pills which made the memories of the night even blurrier. I told myself that I was the one going mad. Maybe I had imagined the whole thing and I had almost killed us all. I felt terribly guilty.”
“Good Lord, sweety….”
“But sometimes, the memory was coming back so clearly and… Not only that, I was seeing stuff happening between you two. The sparks, the unspoken words, the incidental touches. I don’t know what I tried to do by asking you to live with us, but it’s like I wanted to understand, to keep an eye on the both of you. I needed to know if I was losing my mind or not.”
“My angel, I had no idea that you were suspecting anything… I had no idea it was driving you crazy… I left the apartment to live at Fran’s mansion precisely because I wanted for things to go back to normal.”
“Normal? What is even normal?”
“You and Blake. That’s what it should be!”
“Please… Don’t try to defend my relationship with Blake.”
“You two deserved better. I thought that by leaving you alone, you would be able to fix things. I… I thought you would never have to learn about what had happened and that you could be happy.”
We both remained silent for a while.
She seemed less detached from her emotions. She was softly crying.
[Chapter 13 continues below]
A FALL IN THE CITY
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Chapter 13: What (really) happened last Summer (Part 2)
“I should have broken up with Blake, right away.” She spoke after a little while.
“Liv…”
“I should have confronted the both of you. But what was I supposed to say? Hey, dad, have you really fucked my boyfriend or not? I buried my head in the sand. I did not want to see the reality, to remember it. I even tried to make things work with Blake. I think he was doing the same. We were all playing a sick game of pretending it was all fine when, no pun intended, the house was literally burning.”
“I wish you could just hate me, Liv, and feel better, be okay.”
“Why? What good would it bring me to hate my own father when I no longer have my mother? How would that be helpful?”
“Sweety, you have your dad. I’m right here. Always. Even if you do hate me, no matter what, anytime you’d call me, I would run to you.”
“What happened with Blake?” She finally asked.
“It’s complicated…”
“Don’t start with the complicated bullshit. Just tell me. Even when I was trying to remember what I had seen, in my mind, it was two guys trying something together, doing some weird sexual stuff… It could not mean anything. Right? But tonight, when Blake told me about someone else, he looked… It was like that meant something. I’m so confused. What happened last Summer?”
“I don’t know myself what really happened… We were by ourselves, working on the farm for three months, we were spending all of our time together, we started fooling around and, somehow, things got further than just fooling around.”
“Somehow? Come on, dad… I know you have this thing, this attraction for men but Blake, what the hell?! You could not keep it in your pants, even for my boyfriend.”
“Wait. How do you know?”
“Dad, even when mom was still alive you were fucking men on the side. You were not that discreet and you were not fooling anyone! That’s quite a constant with you actually, the lack of discretion when you think that you’re so clever…”
Well, this was rather unexpected.
“Liv, I loved your mother.”
This was the only thing I thought about mentioning in that moment. The only thing which mattered regarding Debbie, truly.
“I know… I was there when she was sick. I have never blamed you for anything, you’ve been on her side all along and I know you’ve protected me from the worst of it.”
“It was such a difficult time.”
“Years later, I saw how close you were to some of the guys working on the farm with you but I never judged you or asked any question.”
“Believe me, Liv, in any way possible, you’ve been the perfect daughter. I’ve always been so proud of you. I had no idea that you knew or were suspecting anything.”
“Why should I care that you date other men? It’s 2024 for God’s sake. But Blake! Why Blake?!”
“I know…”
“See, despite what I assumed about you fucking other men, not for a second, I thought that something could happen between you and Blake. The idea did not even cross my mind. I wanted him to spend the Summer at the farm, I pushed for it! I thought that this was the only way he would remain faithful to me for three whole months. Well, I guess karma’s a bitch because as it turns out, he could cheat on me anywhere, even with my own dad.”
“To be as honest as I can here, I think that what happened with Blake was a shock to the both of us. We didn’t expect it, and it’s true, I had been with other men but… Sweety, the thing you have to understand is that until then, I had never considered once in my life that things could be serious with another guy. In my mind, fooling around with another dude did not mean anything. That’s just something some men do, like locker-rooms’ banters and horsing around.”
“Until then? Until Blake, you mean?”
I thought it was better to lay all the cards on the table.
“That’s crazy because I’ve never even told him that, but yes, Blake changed the way I was seeing things. I hate myself for it but I did catch feelings for him. I repressed them, I ignored them, but they were there”
I was trying not to cry since I had joined Olivia in the park but I could not hold it anymore.
I tried to hide my tears to her, luckily, it was already dark outside.
“Oh God… My dad’s in love with my boyfriend… How is this even happening?”
“Believe me, I have no idea.”
“The worst part is, I think it’s reciprocal.”
“Blake is confused, but he does love you…”
“He’s not confused and stop talking on his behalf. Dad, Blake’s been totally different since the farm. I’m convinced he only stayed with me because you made him to. He cheated on me before, but that’s different.”
“He cheated?”
“When we started dating. I caught the DMs and everything, I forgave him because I was an idiot and I liked him so much. I thought he had changed in the past couple of years. In retrospect, I should not have been surprised. Cheat on me once, shame on you, cheat on me twice, shame on me. Be careful though, he’s not a very faithful boyfriend.”
She chuckled.
That was awkward.
“If he had popped the question, would you have said yes? Would you have agreed to marry him? Despite what you knew.”
“I did not know what I knew anymore. Seriously. I was so confused. Until tonight, I was living my life, set on automatic mode, trying to rebuild something which was deemed to collapse. I don’t know what I would have said. You would have let him marry me?”
“Only because I thought that it would have been the best outcome to make you happy.”
“I guess I should thank you, then?”
I sighed.
“It’s not what I meant, but it is the truth. He told me about the proposal and I told him that his job was to make you happy. I’m sincerely convinced that no man would be luckier than to be with you. And since you had chosen Blake, I wanted you to have him.”
“Well, I certainly didn’t want to fight with my dad over a guy.”
It was my turn to chuckle nervously.
“I don’t know if I feel more stupid or guilty about what I’ve done, but Liv, I… I didn’t mean it to happen, and I certainly didn’t want you to find out that way.”
“I didn’t mean to send us all to the hospital. Not really anyway.”
“We’re all okay. You’re not… You’re not having scary thoughts anymore?”
“Scary thoughts? Suicidal thoughts, you mean?”
“Oh please, don’t even say those words.”
“I don’t, dad. I never actually had. I… I reacted impulsively. I’m not proud of it. I mean, I might be going to prison soon for my behaviour that night.”
“No freaking way, I’ll tell them that I burn my own farm if I have to!”
“I had to talk with the police at first but they don’t seem that bright or interested in the matter. It seems to take a lot of time for them to investigate. For some reason, the fire department had concluded the fire to be an accident, well, at least, for now. They’re waiting you to press charges, you know, so they are forced to investigate further.”
“I cannot believe I wanted to kill Dave!”
I burst out laughing way too loudly.
Again, it was just the pressure coming off.
No matter how tough that talk was, it was lifting a huge weight off my shoulders.
“You know I was really scared about that? When you started accusing him. This is also why I insisted to have you coming here, like, I didn’t want you to kill an innocent man!”
“Eh, that guy would have deserved to be punched in the face anyway. He’s not that innocent.”
“I didn't think it would take on such proportions. I walked in the kitchen… I saw you two doing… Well, whatever you were doing. Immediately, I went back to bed and I pretended that I was asleep… Once Blake came back and fell asleep himself, I don’t even remember what I did first, swallowing the pills or lilting a match. I lit the match and threw it in the hay, inside the barn, I was thinking of that moment when you showed it to me, you were both so proud of that fucking barn.”
“I told you; I don’t care about the farm.”
“Doing that was a huge mistake anyway. I’ve been regretting it ever since then. I don’t recognize who I was in that moment.”
“Can I hug you?” I asked.
“It may be too soon for that.”
There was another long moment of silence.
I thought about Blake who was probably watching us through the window.
“I don’t want to lose you, Liv. Tell me what I have to do and I’ll do it. Anything.”
“I don’t want to lose you either, dad. I need you in my life. It would be punishing myself to cut ties with you. I mean, for God’s sake; I cannot lose my boyfriend and my dad at the same time! That would be too cruel.”
Hearing her say that was both a relief and a dagger through the heart.
“What do you want to do then?”
“I don’t know. I’ll start by asking Blake to take his things and move out from the apartment as soon as possible.”
“You two don’t have to break up.”
“Dad… Seriously?”
“I know…”
“Really, you can have him for yourself, I don’t care. I should have never trusted a guy who had cheated on me before. I have so many guys hitting me up, I have prospects, I know my worth. I don’t have to time to lose.”
“You sound like your mother.”
She smiled at me.
It was her first genuine smile.
“I don’t think I need a man to make me happy anyway. The internship went well in London, Blake didn’t want to leave the U.S., he didn’t even like the city. I’m free now, to do whatever I want. I want to travel more, discover the world.”
I hoped she was sincere. She looked like it.
I guessed that it would take time but she was right, she did not need to rely on anyone to be happy and there were so many guys who would give anything to be with her. Marrying Olivia would be hitting the jackpot for any reasonable guy.
“I’ll make sure that there’s no formal charges or complaint for the fire.” I told her. “And as for Blake…”
“Don’t tell me.”
“What?”
“I know there’s something between you two, this is way too fresh and way too crazy for me to process. But I’m done with him and I’d rather you not lie to me. Whatever happens with him is no longer my business.”
Wait… Did I have her blessing?
“Okay. I… I won’t talk to you about him.”
She stood up.
“I should go now. I have another long talk to go through.”
She looked at their apartment in the darkness. The lights were on in the living-room. Blake must have been freaking the hell out.
“We should get together at some point tomorrow or next week. I don’t want us to get apart.”
“Dad, before you came living here, we were seeing each other four times a year, top.”
“Maybe, but it’s different now.”
“I think I’m gonna need some time but… I heard what you said about you being there, no matter what. I won’t forget it.”
“Any time, any place, for any reason. You call me and I’ve got you, sweety.”
“Thanks.”
“You haven’t lost your dad; I promise you that.” I insisted.
“You haven’t lost your daughter.”
I almost tried to hug her again but I did not want to push too hard.
The conversation had already gone better than anything I could have imagined.
“Promise me that if you ever go through something and you feel like you’re losing it, you’ll call me, even if that means you’ll have to tell me difficult truths or to hate me.”
“Dad, if there is one thing I regret, it’s my reaction when I found out. I promise you; I won’t do anything crazy. It’s not about you, I simply have too much ahead of me to ruin everything for a guy.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Let’s go. I really need to talk to Blake.”
“Okay, call me if there is anything else.”
She walked ahead and left me behind.
Something was definitely broken between us, but my daughter was a warrior, she was proving it to me once again.
When I got inside my car, I could not help wondering.
Did that talk mean that I could try it out with Blake, one day, for real? Arf, I had to stop being delusional.
[To be continued]
Chapter 13: What (really) happened last Summer (Part 2)
“I should have broken up with Blake, right away.” She spoke after a little while.
“Liv…”
“I should have confronted the both of you. But what was I supposed to say? Hey, dad, have you really fucked my boyfriend or not? I buried my head in the sand. I did not want to see the reality, to remember it. I even tried to make things work with Blake. I think he was doing the same. We were all playing a sick game of pretending it was all fine when, no pun intended, the house was literally burning.”
“I wish you could just hate me, Liv, and feel better, be okay.”
“Why? What good would it bring me to hate my own father when I no longer have my mother? How would that be helpful?”
“Sweety, you have your dad. I’m right here. Always. Even if you do hate me, no matter what, anytime you’d call me, I would run to you.”
“What happened with Blake?” She finally asked.
“It’s complicated…”
“Don’t start with the complicated bullshit. Just tell me. Even when I was trying to remember what I had seen, in my mind, it was two guys trying something together, doing some weird sexual stuff… It could not mean anything. Right? But tonight, when Blake told me about someone else, he looked… It was like that meant something. I’m so confused. What happened last Summer?”
“I don’t know myself what really happened… We were by ourselves, working on the farm for three months, we were spending all of our time together, we started fooling around and, somehow, things got further than just fooling around.”
“Somehow? Come on, dad… I know you have this thing, this attraction for men but Blake, what the hell?! You could not keep it in your pants, even for my boyfriend.”
“Wait. How do you know?”
“Dad, even when mom was still alive you were fucking men on the side. You were not that discreet and you were not fooling anyone! That’s quite a constant with you actually, the lack of discretion when you think that you’re so clever…”
Well, this was rather unexpected.
“Liv, I loved your mother.”
This was the only thing I thought about mentioning in that moment. The only thing which mattered regarding Debbie, truly.
“I know… I was there when she was sick. I have never blamed you for anything, you’ve been on her side all along and I know you’ve protected me from the worst of it.”
“It was such a difficult time.”
“Years later, I saw how close you were to some of the guys working on the farm with you but I never judged you or asked any question.”
“Believe me, Liv, in any way possible, you’ve been the perfect daughter. I’ve always been so proud of you. I had no idea that you knew or were suspecting anything.”
“Why should I care that you date other men? It’s 2024 for God’s sake. But Blake! Why Blake?!”
“I know…”
“See, despite what I assumed about you fucking other men, not for a second, I thought that something could happen between you and Blake. The idea did not even cross my mind. I wanted him to spend the Summer at the farm, I pushed for it! I thought that this was the only way he would remain faithful to me for three whole months. Well, I guess karma’s a bitch because as it turns out, he could cheat on me anywhere, even with my own dad.”
“To be as honest as I can here, I think that what happened with Blake was a shock to the both of us. We didn’t expect it, and it’s true, I had been with other men but… Sweety, the thing you have to understand is that until then, I had never considered once in my life that things could be serious with another guy. In my mind, fooling around with another dude did not mean anything. That’s just something some men do, like locker-rooms’ banters and horsing around.”
“Until then? Until Blake, you mean?”
I thought it was better to lay all the cards on the table.
“That’s crazy because I’ve never even told him that, but yes, Blake changed the way I was seeing things. I hate myself for it but I did catch feelings for him. I repressed them, I ignored them, but they were there”
I was trying not to cry since I had joined Olivia in the park but I could not hold it anymore.
I tried to hide my tears to her, luckily, it was already dark outside.
“Oh God… My dad’s in love with my boyfriend… How is this even happening?”
“Believe me, I have no idea.”
“The worst part is, I think it’s reciprocal.”
“Blake is confused, but he does love you…”
“He’s not confused and stop talking on his behalf. Dad, Blake’s been totally different since the farm. I’m convinced he only stayed with me because you made him to. He cheated on me before, but that’s different.”
“He cheated?”
“When we started dating. I caught the DMs and everything, I forgave him because I was an idiot and I liked him so much. I thought he had changed in the past couple of years. In retrospect, I should not have been surprised. Cheat on me once, shame on you, cheat on me twice, shame on me. Be careful though, he’s not a very faithful boyfriend.”
She chuckled.
That was awkward.
“If he had popped the question, would you have said yes? Would you have agreed to marry him? Despite what you knew.”
“I did not know what I knew anymore. Seriously. I was so confused. Until tonight, I was living my life, set on automatic mode, trying to rebuild something which was deemed to collapse. I don’t know what I would have said. You would have let him marry me?”
“Only because I thought that it would have been the best outcome to make you happy.”
“I guess I should thank you, then?”
I sighed.
“It’s not what I meant, but it is the truth. He told me about the proposal and I told him that his job was to make you happy. I’m sincerely convinced that no man would be luckier than to be with you. And since you had chosen Blake, I wanted you to have him.”
“Well, I certainly didn’t want to fight with my dad over a guy.”
It was my turn to chuckle nervously.
“I don’t know if I feel more stupid or guilty about what I’ve done, but Liv, I… I didn’t mean it to happen, and I certainly didn’t want you to find out that way.”
“I didn’t mean to send us all to the hospital. Not really anyway.”
“We’re all okay. You’re not… You’re not having scary thoughts anymore?”
“Scary thoughts? Suicidal thoughts, you mean?”
“Oh please, don’t even say those words.”
“I don’t, dad. I never actually had. I… I reacted impulsively. I’m not proud of it. I mean, I might be going to prison soon for my behaviour that night.”
“No freaking way, I’ll tell them that I burn my own farm if I have to!”
“I had to talk with the police at first but they don’t seem that bright or interested in the matter. It seems to take a lot of time for them to investigate. For some reason, the fire department had concluded the fire to be an accident, well, at least, for now. They’re waiting you to press charges, you know, so they are forced to investigate further.”
“I cannot believe I wanted to kill Dave!”
I burst out laughing way too loudly.
Again, it was just the pressure coming off.
No matter how tough that talk was, it was lifting a huge weight off my shoulders.
“You know I was really scared about that? When you started accusing him. This is also why I insisted to have you coming here, like, I didn’t want you to kill an innocent man!”
“Eh, that guy would have deserved to be punched in the face anyway. He’s not that innocent.”
“I didn't think it would take on such proportions. I walked in the kitchen… I saw you two doing… Well, whatever you were doing. Immediately, I went back to bed and I pretended that I was asleep… Once Blake came back and fell asleep himself, I don’t even remember what I did first, swallowing the pills or lilting a match. I lit the match and threw it in the hay, inside the barn, I was thinking of that moment when you showed it to me, you were both so proud of that fucking barn.”
“I told you; I don’t care about the farm.”
“Doing that was a huge mistake anyway. I’ve been regretting it ever since then. I don’t recognize who I was in that moment.”
“Can I hug you?” I asked.
“It may be too soon for that.”
There was another long moment of silence.
I thought about Blake who was probably watching us through the window.
“I don’t want to lose you, Liv. Tell me what I have to do and I’ll do it. Anything.”
“I don’t want to lose you either, dad. I need you in my life. It would be punishing myself to cut ties with you. I mean, for God’s sake; I cannot lose my boyfriend and my dad at the same time! That would be too cruel.”
Hearing her say that was both a relief and a dagger through the heart.
“What do you want to do then?”
“I don’t know. I’ll start by asking Blake to take his things and move out from the apartment as soon as possible.”
“You two don’t have to break up.”
“Dad… Seriously?”
“I know…”
“Really, you can have him for yourself, I don’t care. I should have never trusted a guy who had cheated on me before. I have so many guys hitting me up, I have prospects, I know my worth. I don’t have to time to lose.”
“You sound like your mother.”
She smiled at me.
It was her first genuine smile.
“I don’t think I need a man to make me happy anyway. The internship went well in London, Blake didn’t want to leave the U.S., he didn’t even like the city. I’m free now, to do whatever I want. I want to travel more, discover the world.”
I hoped she was sincere. She looked like it.
I guessed that it would take time but she was right, she did not need to rely on anyone to be happy and there were so many guys who would give anything to be with her. Marrying Olivia would be hitting the jackpot for any reasonable guy.
“I’ll make sure that there’s no formal charges or complaint for the fire.” I told her. “And as for Blake…”
“Don’t tell me.”
“What?”
“I know there’s something between you two, this is way too fresh and way too crazy for me to process. But I’m done with him and I’d rather you not lie to me. Whatever happens with him is no longer my business.”
Wait… Did I have her blessing?
“Okay. I… I won’t talk to you about him.”
She stood up.
“I should go now. I have another long talk to go through.”
She looked at their apartment in the darkness. The lights were on in the living-room. Blake must have been freaking the hell out.
“We should get together at some point tomorrow or next week. I don’t want us to get apart.”
“Dad, before you came living here, we were seeing each other four times a year, top.”
“Maybe, but it’s different now.”
“I think I’m gonna need some time but… I heard what you said about you being there, no matter what. I won’t forget it.”
“Any time, any place, for any reason. You call me and I’ve got you, sweety.”
“Thanks.”
“You haven’t lost your dad; I promise you that.” I insisted.
“You haven’t lost your daughter.”
I almost tried to hug her again but I did not want to push too hard.
The conversation had already gone better than anything I could have imagined.
“Promise me that if you ever go through something and you feel like you’re losing it, you’ll call me, even if that means you’ll have to tell me difficult truths or to hate me.”
“Dad, if there is one thing I regret, it’s my reaction when I found out. I promise you; I won’t do anything crazy. It’s not about you, I simply have too much ahead of me to ruin everything for a guy.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Let’s go. I really need to talk to Blake.”
“Okay, call me if there is anything else.”
She walked ahead and left me behind.
Something was definitely broken between us, but my daughter was a warrior, she was proving it to me once again.
When I got inside my car, I could not help wondering.
Did that talk mean that I could try it out with Blake, one day, for real? Arf, I had to stop being delusional.
[To be continued]
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The story has been a page turner, with exceptional thought and depth. I feel fortunate to have discovered it.
I’m so happy I’m catching up on this story after months so I don’t have to wait to read it all. I would’ve died!!! And instead is orgasm after orgasm after orgasm… the way you write and your storytelling are incredible. Well done!
About fucking time they talked about it!
This whole clusterfuck of an autumn could have been avoided if they had done that from the start! Then again, there wouldn't have been a story.
This whole clusterfuck of an autumn could have been avoided if they had done that from the start! Then again, there wouldn't have been a story.
After a series of cumming, now I'm crying. 
Sorry about that. AhahAfter a series of cumming, now I'm crying.
I need to reread the first part because the cheating streak seems a little out-of-nowhere.
A FALL IN THE CITY
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Chapter 14: The Bartender (part 1)
“I packed my things and I left the apartment. It’s over.
Such a shame it all ended like this… I never wanted to hurt your daughter or to create this mess.
I don’t regret any of it though.”
I received this text from Blake at 5 AM the night following my confrontation with Olivia.
I was not sleeping, too nervous that something would happen during their “formal” break-up. I had not even taken my clothes off.
What was I supposed to reply to that text?
Should I have told Blake that I was not regretting any of it either? That I missed him by my side, I missed his warm body, his cheeky smile, his cock, his juicy ass…?
Should I have told him never to write me again, cut the ties once and for all?
Should I have told him that I loved him…
Wait, did I love him?!
Look at pathetic, careless Joe now.
I was supposed to stay away from any real emotions, - that was my whole identity -, not torturing my brain over handling situations like this.
God damn it, feelings were the worst!
I felt so vulnerable, I hated that.
I must have written twenty versions of a text before choosing not to send anything back.
Any kind word felt like another betrayal of Liv, - even if she had told me that I could do whatever the fuck I wanted with Blake -, and any harsh word felt like I was being unfair to Blake, and also, untrue to myself.
In the end, I wrote to Olivia instead.
It was easier since I did not have to search for the right words for too long. I knew exactly what I wanted to tell her.
“Remember, Liv. No matter what. Whether you want to talk to me or not, I’ll always be there for you, any time, any place, for any reason.”
That was the only thing I was sure of.
When she texted back: “I know.”; I could finally fall asleep.
Sleeping in late was not really my thing but I needed the rest that morning.
When I woke up, it was past noon and Fran was already back from her trip to Las Vegas.
I went down to the kitchen in my underwear and she was eating her lunch, probably made by Alfonzo.
“Looks like someone partied hard last night.” She teased me.
If only she knew.
“Nah… Just had a rough night. I usually don’t sleep in like that.”
“That’s okay, I didn’t want to be on your back. It’s Sunday, you should sleep in! Any other day of the week in fact. I always think you’re working too much.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Everyone deserves some rest, Joe. Working all the time, that’s not good for your health.”
I snapped.
It was probably not the best time to get upset, but you do not really choose when you have enough, and right there, I had enough.
Fran telling me about my own health when she was hiding her own struggles had worked my last nerve.
“Fran, I cannot pretend anymore. I’m done with the lies or the concealed truths.”
She was quite stunned by my tone.
“What is up with you today?”
I sighed.
“Look, I know that you’re sick. Okay. Why didn’t you tell me?”
This had come out so brutally and looking at her shocked face, I regretted my words immediately.
That was such a wrong way to go about that. I really was an idiot.
To be fair, aside from this whole situation with Blake and Liv, knowing that Fran was sick and that she was hiding it from me had been weighing a lot on me for the past couple of days.
I simply could not deal with the lies anymore.
“Well, good morning to you too.” She replied sarcastically.
“Fuck, sorry… I didn’t mean to come at you like that. I really did have a rough day yesterday and… Jesus, Fran! I thought we were close enough so you’d feel comfortable to share something like that with me. I only want to help you.”
She took a bite of the grilled fish she was eating and took almost a full minute before talking again.
I wondered if she was about to kick me out of her mansion.
“Who ratted me out? The chauffeur, the cook or the gardener?”
I sat down next to her.
“Noone. I mean, Zaid sort of gave me a clue but… I caught him leaving at night. I pressed him to tell me what was going on. It wasn’t his fault. I was a pain in the ass.”
She looked at the ceiling.
“I can believe you were a pain in the ass.”
“Don’t blame Zaid, he…”
“Come on, you think I’m gonna be mad at him? Never! That boy deserves the world. He’s got the purest of heart.”
The purest of heart and the sweetest of ass, I thought.
But I digress.
“Listen, Fran. I know this ain’t my business and I shouldn’t have jumped at your throat like that. But I guess I’m just… Well, honestly, I’m just sad.”
“If you’re here to try to convince me to start chemotherapy or aggressive treatments, save your breath. I’ve made my decision a long time ago.”
“I’m not trying to convincing you of anything. I understand your choice. I wouldn’t want to make my body go through that myself.”
“I want to go out the exact same way I’ve lived my life. I want to keep singing until the very end. I’m doing everything necessary to keep my body afloat and when my time will come…”
She did not finish her sentence, she had teary eyes.
I held her hand.
“All I’m saying is that I wanna be there for you.” I insisted. “You’ve been a lifeline for me this past couple of months. I want to give back. I have to. Is there really nothing I could do to help you out?”
She smiled at me.
She really didn’t look like someone who was seriously sick. She was simply an elegant older woman, with her lipstick and her black eye-liner on at all times.
“You’re already helping me a lot, Joe. I want this castle to be a welcoming place to live in when I’ll leave this earth. It’s a beautiful present to see the bedrooms coming back to life.”
“I’m doing my best with the renovation.”
“And you’re here… That matters and that’s good enough.”
“Fran, I…”
“Don’t start, please. Once people know about my condition, they change. They treat me differently. Everyone is so nice with me and, in a way, scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
I tightened my hold of her hand.
“I have two cancers and I have to fight against kidney’s failure. This is scary.”
“Maybe, but you seem like the woman who can handle this.”
She chuckled.
“I am…”
“Again, I’m sorry to have snapped. I don’t even recognize myself, getting involved in other people’s lives. I should control my emotions.”
“Please, you don’t have to play the big tough man’s part with me. I can see through the layers of toxic masculinity.”
“Masculinity is not toxic, that’s some leftist’s discourse crap.”
“Certainly, manhood and masculinity are wonderful things, up to a certain degree. But if you think that what defines men is their inability to have feelings or emotions, first of all, you’re wrong, and second of all, that is indeed toxic.”
“I just think men are more wired by their cocks and their primitive instincts than by their emotions. That’s all.”
“Again, this is probably true but how can you take away the emotions from the primitive instincts? As painful as it is, it’s just ingrained in us to care for others.”
Fuck, she was good at this.
“Maybe I’m playing the tough man’s part, but you’re really playing up the I’m gonna die soon’s card to go all wise and philosophical on me!”
She burst out laughing.
“You might have a point there. So, tell me, why did you have a rough night? What’s happening to you?”
“That’s a long story…”
“You’re such a hypocrite, I thought you were done with the lies.”
“I know, but this story is not only about me.”
“It’s not like I’ll be able to spill the beans for long, I’m gonna die anyway. Pretty soon. Remember?”
“Again, with the death card!”
We were laughing it off, probably in an effort not to cry about it.
She was right though. I had not talked about Blake to anyone except for Liv the previous night, maybe it was time to get it off my chest.
“Would you pass me a glass of wine? I don’t really have to be cautious about drinking anymore. As for your story, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“I’ve been fucking my daughter’s boyfriend.”
She almost dropped the glass that I was passing her.
“Dang. That was not such a long story after all! You certainly did make it short!”
“Yeah, well, the night’s been rough because I told my daughter yesterday. Turns out, she already knew.”
Fran’s eyes widened.
She did not seem shocked; she was like in awe of the gossip.
“Honey, this is too good, better than a telenovela! I can’t believe I almost missed this story.”
“My life is a pretty pathetic tv-show.”
“You have to spill the tea.”
I smiled.
I was happy that at the very least, my downfall was entertaining for her.
Besides, it was a good way to downplay and have perspective on the situation for my own sake. I had been way too worked up over it.
I told Fran pretty much everything except for the fact that Olivia had burnt down the farm herself.
She was not judgmental at all, only slightly surprised that I was “gay”.
“I’m not sure what I am but I don’t like those dumb labels.” I groaned.
“You’re right on that… But the boy, Blake, you like him?”
“I think that I do…”
“Well, in my views, it’s more respectable then. Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do to fight an attraction.”
“That’s nice but that’s also some real bullshit. I could have put some limits. I just… I simply didn’t want to.”
“Clearly, Blake had things to figure out for himself and he would have been a wrong match with your daughter anyway. Looking at it this way, you may have granted Olivia a favour.”
I chuckled.
“That’s one way to look at it for sure… I should have told her that! She may have named me father of the year!” I said sarcastically.
“Eh! What kind of advice are you expecting of me? I’m not really mother of the year myself. None of my children had it in them just to speak to me.”
“I’m sorry about that…”
I wondered what she had done exactly to get to that point, certainly nothing as bad as what I had done to Olivia.
I did not ask though.
We had shared enough personal things for one day.
“So, what do you want to do now?” She asked.
“Frankly, I have no idea. I’ll just finish the renovations work here and then, I’ll go back to the farm in December, as planned.”
“That doesn’t sound fun.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Enjoy the city life! You’re a very attractive man in a city full of homosexuals. Maybe you should enjoy yourself before going back to your damn farm in the middle of nowhere.”
She had a point.
“Trust me, I tried GrindR and cruising places, I got bored real quick.”
“Of course, what’s the point of meaningless encounters? Try to meet someone for real. Date someone.”
“Maybe… I don’t know… I’ve never dated much anyway.”
“Well, it is about time then! How old are you? 43?”
“I’ve just passed 44.”
“You can trust my wisdom on this one, life is way too short. You’re overdue for getting on the dating market.”
“I guess… I’ll think about it. Maybe I’ll go back on GrindR and change the settings for what I look for.”
“No need to do that. I know someone who might be interested…”
I was surprised.
Was she talking about Zaid? I had not told her that I had banged her gardener. Maybe he had said something to her?
[Chapter 14 continues below]
Chapter 14: The Bartender (part 1)
“I packed my things and I left the apartment. It’s over.
Such a shame it all ended like this… I never wanted to hurt your daughter or to create this mess.
I don’t regret any of it though.”
I received this text from Blake at 5 AM the night following my confrontation with Olivia.
I was not sleeping, too nervous that something would happen during their “formal” break-up. I had not even taken my clothes off.
What was I supposed to reply to that text?
Should I have told Blake that I was not regretting any of it either? That I missed him by my side, I missed his warm body, his cheeky smile, his cock, his juicy ass…?
Should I have told him never to write me again, cut the ties once and for all?
Should I have told him that I loved him…
Wait, did I love him?!
Look at pathetic, careless Joe now.
I was supposed to stay away from any real emotions, - that was my whole identity -, not torturing my brain over handling situations like this.
God damn it, feelings were the worst!
I felt so vulnerable, I hated that.
I must have written twenty versions of a text before choosing not to send anything back.
Any kind word felt like another betrayal of Liv, - even if she had told me that I could do whatever the fuck I wanted with Blake -, and any harsh word felt like I was being unfair to Blake, and also, untrue to myself.
In the end, I wrote to Olivia instead.
It was easier since I did not have to search for the right words for too long. I knew exactly what I wanted to tell her.
“Remember, Liv. No matter what. Whether you want to talk to me or not, I’ll always be there for you, any time, any place, for any reason.”
That was the only thing I was sure of.
When she texted back: “I know.”; I could finally fall asleep.
Sleeping in late was not really my thing but I needed the rest that morning.
When I woke up, it was past noon and Fran was already back from her trip to Las Vegas.
I went down to the kitchen in my underwear and she was eating her lunch, probably made by Alfonzo.
“Looks like someone partied hard last night.” She teased me.
If only she knew.
“Nah… Just had a rough night. I usually don’t sleep in like that.”
“That’s okay, I didn’t want to be on your back. It’s Sunday, you should sleep in! Any other day of the week in fact. I always think you’re working too much.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Everyone deserves some rest, Joe. Working all the time, that’s not good for your health.”
I snapped.
It was probably not the best time to get upset, but you do not really choose when you have enough, and right there, I had enough.
Fran telling me about my own health when she was hiding her own struggles had worked my last nerve.
“Fran, I cannot pretend anymore. I’m done with the lies or the concealed truths.”
She was quite stunned by my tone.
“What is up with you today?”
I sighed.
“Look, I know that you’re sick. Okay. Why didn’t you tell me?”
This had come out so brutally and looking at her shocked face, I regretted my words immediately.
That was such a wrong way to go about that. I really was an idiot.
To be fair, aside from this whole situation with Blake and Liv, knowing that Fran was sick and that she was hiding it from me had been weighing a lot on me for the past couple of days.
I simply could not deal with the lies anymore.
“Well, good morning to you too.” She replied sarcastically.
“Fuck, sorry… I didn’t mean to come at you like that. I really did have a rough day yesterday and… Jesus, Fran! I thought we were close enough so you’d feel comfortable to share something like that with me. I only want to help you.”
She took a bite of the grilled fish she was eating and took almost a full minute before talking again.
I wondered if she was about to kick me out of her mansion.
“Who ratted me out? The chauffeur, the cook or the gardener?”
I sat down next to her.
“Noone. I mean, Zaid sort of gave me a clue but… I caught him leaving at night. I pressed him to tell me what was going on. It wasn’t his fault. I was a pain in the ass.”
She looked at the ceiling.
“I can believe you were a pain in the ass.”
“Don’t blame Zaid, he…”
“Come on, you think I’m gonna be mad at him? Never! That boy deserves the world. He’s got the purest of heart.”
The purest of heart and the sweetest of ass, I thought.
But I digress.
“Listen, Fran. I know this ain’t my business and I shouldn’t have jumped at your throat like that. But I guess I’m just… Well, honestly, I’m just sad.”
“If you’re here to try to convince me to start chemotherapy or aggressive treatments, save your breath. I’ve made my decision a long time ago.”
“I’m not trying to convincing you of anything. I understand your choice. I wouldn’t want to make my body go through that myself.”
“I want to go out the exact same way I’ve lived my life. I want to keep singing until the very end. I’m doing everything necessary to keep my body afloat and when my time will come…”
She did not finish her sentence, she had teary eyes.
I held her hand.
“All I’m saying is that I wanna be there for you.” I insisted. “You’ve been a lifeline for me this past couple of months. I want to give back. I have to. Is there really nothing I could do to help you out?”
She smiled at me.
She really didn’t look like someone who was seriously sick. She was simply an elegant older woman, with her lipstick and her black eye-liner on at all times.
“You’re already helping me a lot, Joe. I want this castle to be a welcoming place to live in when I’ll leave this earth. It’s a beautiful present to see the bedrooms coming back to life.”
“I’m doing my best with the renovation.”
“And you’re here… That matters and that’s good enough.”
“Fran, I…”
“Don’t start, please. Once people know about my condition, they change. They treat me differently. Everyone is so nice with me and, in a way, scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
I tightened my hold of her hand.
“I have two cancers and I have to fight against kidney’s failure. This is scary.”
“Maybe, but you seem like the woman who can handle this.”
She chuckled.
“I am…”
“Again, I’m sorry to have snapped. I don’t even recognize myself, getting involved in other people’s lives. I should control my emotions.”
“Please, you don’t have to play the big tough man’s part with me. I can see through the layers of toxic masculinity.”
“Masculinity is not toxic, that’s some leftist’s discourse crap.”
“Certainly, manhood and masculinity are wonderful things, up to a certain degree. But if you think that what defines men is their inability to have feelings or emotions, first of all, you’re wrong, and second of all, that is indeed toxic.”
“I just think men are more wired by their cocks and their primitive instincts than by their emotions. That’s all.”
“Again, this is probably true but how can you take away the emotions from the primitive instincts? As painful as it is, it’s just ingrained in us to care for others.”
Fuck, she was good at this.
“Maybe I’m playing the tough man’s part, but you’re really playing up the I’m gonna die soon’s card to go all wise and philosophical on me!”
She burst out laughing.
“You might have a point there. So, tell me, why did you have a rough night? What’s happening to you?”
“That’s a long story…”
“You’re such a hypocrite, I thought you were done with the lies.”
“I know, but this story is not only about me.”
“It’s not like I’ll be able to spill the beans for long, I’m gonna die anyway. Pretty soon. Remember?”
“Again, with the death card!”
We were laughing it off, probably in an effort not to cry about it.
She was right though. I had not talked about Blake to anyone except for Liv the previous night, maybe it was time to get it off my chest.
“Would you pass me a glass of wine? I don’t really have to be cautious about drinking anymore. As for your story, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“I’ve been fucking my daughter’s boyfriend.”
She almost dropped the glass that I was passing her.
“Dang. That was not such a long story after all! You certainly did make it short!”
“Yeah, well, the night’s been rough because I told my daughter yesterday. Turns out, she already knew.”
Fran’s eyes widened.
She did not seem shocked; she was like in awe of the gossip.
“Honey, this is too good, better than a telenovela! I can’t believe I almost missed this story.”
“My life is a pretty pathetic tv-show.”
“You have to spill the tea.”
I smiled.
I was happy that at the very least, my downfall was entertaining for her.
Besides, it was a good way to downplay and have perspective on the situation for my own sake. I had been way too worked up over it.
I told Fran pretty much everything except for the fact that Olivia had burnt down the farm herself.
She was not judgmental at all, only slightly surprised that I was “gay”.
“I’m not sure what I am but I don’t like those dumb labels.” I groaned.
“You’re right on that… But the boy, Blake, you like him?”
“I think that I do…”
“Well, in my views, it’s more respectable then. Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do to fight an attraction.”
“That’s nice but that’s also some real bullshit. I could have put some limits. I just… I simply didn’t want to.”
“Clearly, Blake had things to figure out for himself and he would have been a wrong match with your daughter anyway. Looking at it this way, you may have granted Olivia a favour.”
I chuckled.
“That’s one way to look at it for sure… I should have told her that! She may have named me father of the year!” I said sarcastically.
“Eh! What kind of advice are you expecting of me? I’m not really mother of the year myself. None of my children had it in them just to speak to me.”
“I’m sorry about that…”
I wondered what she had done exactly to get to that point, certainly nothing as bad as what I had done to Olivia.
I did not ask though.
We had shared enough personal things for one day.
“So, what do you want to do now?” She asked.
“Frankly, I have no idea. I’ll just finish the renovations work here and then, I’ll go back to the farm in December, as planned.”
“That doesn’t sound fun.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Enjoy the city life! You’re a very attractive man in a city full of homosexuals. Maybe you should enjoy yourself before going back to your damn farm in the middle of nowhere.”
She had a point.
“Trust me, I tried GrindR and cruising places, I got bored real quick.”
“Of course, what’s the point of meaningless encounters? Try to meet someone for real. Date someone.”
“Maybe… I don’t know… I’ve never dated much anyway.”
“Well, it is about time then! How old are you? 43?”
“I’ve just passed 44.”
“You can trust my wisdom on this one, life is way too short. You’re overdue for getting on the dating market.”
“I guess… I’ll think about it. Maybe I’ll go back on GrindR and change the settings for what I look for.”
“No need to do that. I know someone who might be interested…”
I was surprised.
Was she talking about Zaid? I had not told her that I had banged her gardener. Maybe he had said something to her?
[Chapter 14 continues below]
A FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 14: The Bartender (part 2)
“What do you mean?”
“Sergio has a little crush on you.” She winked at me playfully.
“Sergio?”
It did not ring a bell right away.
“The bartender! From the Jazz club!”
“Oh… That Sergio! Really?! The man is gay?”
She rolled her eyes.
“I thought you didn’t like labels.”
“I don’t.”
“So why do you care? I’m just telling you; he seems to be into you.”
“Humf, never got that vibe from him.”
“That’s because he’s a true professional. He asked me if you were single once, and, as a fool, I told him that I didn’t think you two were playing in the same team. See, we should never have preconceived ideas or make assumptions about others.”
“Definitely.”
“I can give you his number?”
I felt weird about it.
Exchanging numbers, planning a date, with someone I sort of knew already, that was an odd thing to do with another man.
“I’m not sure…”
“Don’t you find him attractive?”
“I’ve just never really thought about him that way.”
“Well, first dates are always awkward. It comes with the territory. But you’re not a teenager anymore and maybe you should try seeing someone your age who’s not a closeted redneck or your future son-in-law.”
“Okay… That’s fair. Gimme his number, but I’m only doing this as a favour to you because you’re sick.”
I dared going in with the dark humour and I was glad that the joke landed.
Fran laughed and she gave me Sergio’s number.
“Besides, you’re not taking any chance with him. We already know he’s into you. And a little bird told me he was a bottom…”
It was my turn to roll my eyes.
“Don’t get your hopes up, I’m not a romantic.”
I kept the number but I did not write to Sergio right away.
First thing first, I needed to do what I did best to clear my mind, which was working with my bare hands.
I truly believe that one of the things which is the most detrimental to our modern societies is the fact that people have stopped building things by themselves.
You need to feel the dirt, the materials, the concrete against your hands.
Watching everything through a screen, that is just not good for your mental health and for forming a cohesive society.
I let a few days passed, focusing on the renovation works, and already, I was feeling better.
Liv and I had talked once over the phone and she seemed okay.
Blake had not reached to me again and I had not replied to his text. I still did not know what to say.
The next Thursday, I thought it was time to get some action going and instead of messaging Sergio, I decided that it was better to directly go to the jazz club.
Let’s hit him up face to face. That was more my style.
We rid there with Fran and she could not stop smirking in the car.
“Shut up, maybe nothing’s gonna happen!”
“I didn’t say anything…”
I ignored her and sat at my usual spot at the bar.
Sergio was there, dressed nicely, his beard perfectly trimmed, as usual.
I had not made much of an effort myself.
I could not shake the redneck out of me too much. Besides, from my previous encounters in the city, I knew gay men loved my raunchiness more than anything else.
I ordered my usual scotch, although I didn’t have to say it, the drink was ready as soon as I sat down.
Sergio was an experienced bartender. He knew his clientele.
He acted exactly the same as before. Sergio was rather detached, not bothering me, which indicated that Fran had not said anything to him.
Good.
I was looking at him differently though, noticing how his fat ass was nicely enhanced in his (too) tight pants. A yummy peach to take a large bite of!
Lova Lova sang her tunes, I noticed she seemed a little off but maybe it was just an idea in my head because I knew about her disease now.
I tried to catch if Sergio was glancing at me but he was not giving me anything.
Fucking hell, I was not a teenage girl, I went for it anyway.
“Yo, Sergio. Come here.”
I called him.
“How can I treat you tonight, Joe?”
I loved this phrasing even if he was just talking about the drinks.
I was a bit tired with all the beat around the bush lately so I decided to be my usual-self, meaning straight forward and rather blunt.
“Been comin’ at this bar for a while now, and only noticing this nice bubble butt of yours!”
He gasped in surprise.
“Wow. Where is this coming from?” He chuckled nervously.
“What can I say? I’m not made of wood, there are some things I see which catch my interest.”
“You’re sure you’re not drunk?”
“With two whiskeys, please, I thought my bartender knew me better than this.”
“I suppose… You generally handle your drinks pretty well. So, what is it, you’re hitting on me now?”
“Don’t act like I’m the first client coming at you, you must get this all the time.”
“That’s not wrong but I rarely reciprocate.”
“Oh. I see.”
“I might reciprocate with hot farmers from Utah though.” He winked at me and poured me another whiskey. “This one is on the house.”
Maybe I was a teenage girl after all, I was all flustered by this.
Fran had been right, this interaction was much more fun than GrindR encounters.
“Thanks. I should praise your ass more often for some free drinks.”
“Imagine what would you get if you were doing more to my butt than praising him?”
Damn, the bartender could get feisty!
I did not have time to reply that he was called at the other end of the bar.
It just gave me another opportunity to stare at his ass.
It really was big, a perfect Latino bum. It reminded me somewhat of a dude I used to fuck at the glory-hole.
In any case, my dick was already stirring up in my pants.
Sergio came back to me a few minutes later, Lova Lova was finishing her set. The audience was once again captured by her performance.
“Should I stay here to help you close the bar?” I suggested.
“I don’t need help to close the bar, but yes, stay put. We could have a drink… Just the two of us, once everyone is gone?”
I liked the sound of that.
“Deal.”
It took another forty minutes before the jazz club was empty.
Fran left with the biggest grin on her face, calling her chauffeur since I would not be able to drive her back home.
I waited for Sergio to be ready, getting increasingly hornier in anticipation.
In the days following my talk with Olivia, my sex drive had been at its lowest point in a while, probably since Debbie’s death.
Normally, even when something was wrong, raw sex was the go-to answer for me.
But finally, my libido was back!
I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the guitar playing.
I turned around, Sergio was playing the classic “Wonderwall”, usually the first tune you are taught when you learn to play guitar.
He was not too bad at it, not really talented either if I am being honest.
I found myself mumbling the lyrics.
“Today’s gonna be the day…”
“Right now, I should have realized…”
“I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do… About you now…”
It made me sad.
I thought about Blake again, almost got teary eyes.
Shit, these emotions were really getting out of control!
I clapped when Sergio was done.
“Don’t judge me, man. This was really me trying my best.”
“You were pretty good.” I lied.
He did not believe me but that was okay.
“So, what’s your deal?” He asked, sitting on the stool next to me.
It was odd seeing him on the other side of the bar, with me.
“My deal? I’m just a normal guy, spending a little time in the city. What’s yours?”
“So am I, a normal guy, living in the city. When are you going back to Utah?”
“If everything goes right in a little more than a month, but before the end of the year in any case.”
“I guess you’re not looking for anything serious then?”
Those were legitimate date questions.
“I’m not looking for anything… I mean, I’m just… I’m trying new things.”
“You’ve never dated men before?”
I laughed out loud.
“Don’t worry, I’m no virgin!”
“That was not the question.”
“Let’s say that I’m more the hard-fucking type rather than the boyfriend type.”
“So, that’s what you want? Hard-fucking me?”
His tone of voice had changed. The vibe too.
“Maybe.”
“I guess I’d be down. I’m not such a romantic myself. I’ve gotten wronged too many times before.”
“By whom?”
“By men, essentially. They always cheat.”
He had moved closer to me.
I can feel the sexual tension in the air.
“Do you have some kind of rules about not fucking on the first date?” I asked.
He bit his lips.
“No. I’m a slut. I don’t care. And this is not a real date.”
My cock throbbed in my pants.
They were all the same, I thought. Bottoms eager for cock.
I grabbed his face.
“Exactly what I like to hear… You’re not afraid of big cocks? I hope.”
He gulped.
“No… I… I did notice the bulge, you know. The first time you came in, actually.”
“You are naughtier than I thought.”
“I am.”
I was now grabbing his throat. I could not help myself from being rough and dominant.
I stood up from my stool.
“Open your mouth.”
Sergio obliged and I spat inside his mouth.
Hell with the romantic date and let’s go for the raunchy fucking instead!
He moved forward to kiss me but I did not let him. I still had this special thing with Blake and I did not want to let it go.
I know, it was silly.
Instead, I took my top off and shoved Sergio’s face in my armpits. I knew his kind; they just loved it.
“Hmmf…” He mumbled, sniffing and licking my pit.
I wondered if people outside could see us despite of the deemed lights.
Who would care anyway? This was Sacramento, not the desert full of conservative rednecks.
As he licked my biceps, I felt his hands rubbing against my bulge.
“Take it out. Fetch my dick.” I whispered.
Once again, he complied with the orders without any hint of hesitation.
I felt his trembling excited hand over my junk.
“Wow.”
I loved the sound of that, every time a dude would discover my hard cock. It was not even at full mast yet, but still, it was deserving a “wow”.
I was that massive.
“Still think you can handle it?”
“I… I can try…” He muttered, in shock.
A twelve inches third leg is not something you see often; I could empathize with his surprise.
Sergio still got on his knees and put my sausage inside his mouth.
The bartender was struggling, which I found somewhat endearing. He had kept his fancy outfit on, which I found very hot also.
I pulled on his dark hair to guide him all over my shaft, I was taking off my pants at the same time.
I wanted him to swallow my balls and rim my ass as well.
“How are you feeling down there?” I asked gleefully.
He spat my cock out of his mouth, the poor guy was already drooling all over himself. His nice shirt would be ruined.
“Damn. I’ve never seen a dick like this before!”
“Liking its taste?”
“It’s freaking delicious!”
“Yeah, great. Now go back on my dick, your lips will be more useful there than talking.”
He happily went back on it, feasting on my foreskin and on my heavy full balls.
Hmmm… I would not hold for long; I had been maturing some creamy juice for days and Sergio’s clumsiness with the way he was handling my cock was making me extra-horny.
I was simply too large for him; he could barely handle the girth of my tip in his mouth and deepthroat was impossible.
I sat back on the stool and spread my legs, holding my balance by holding the ledge of the bar.
“Eat that ass!” I commanded.
Sergio stuck his tongue out like a dog and ate as he was told.
From classy barman to slutty ass-eater!
“Fuck… That’s even better than what I had imagined…” He mumbled at one point.
His tongue-bathing was making me feel great. My dick was precumming and it was dripping on the back of his shirt.
I liked that he had kept his clothes on, I wanted to keep things this way.
He was kissing my pucker. That was a real turn-on for me.
Definitely, having someone that I knew rimming me was different than a perfect stranger doing it. It was adding something special.
“You’re getting deep with that filthy tongue… Eh… Hmmm… How do you like the taste of your favourite redneck’s shithole?”
“Hmmmf… Fffummy… Yummy”
He started to touch himself and I thought it was time to move to the next step.
I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around.
“Get your leg up on that stool.”
“Here?”
“Yes, right here! I’m horny.”
I snatched his pants down to his calves in one quick move and he was bare ass.
Sergio was quite hairy, as many Latino dudes are, and his very dark hair was obstructing the view to his hole.
“Aaaa… Joe…”
I rubbed my dick in his hairy ass crack, searching for the itching hole.
“Wait till you feel me deep inside your guts.”
“Fuck… Hmmm… Please…”
I dry-humped him and looked at the outside. Pedestrians were wandering on the sidewalk, a group of young guys seemed fairly drunk, they were laughing hard in front of the window.
Maybe because they had caught us?
I spat on my cock and inside Sergio’s ass crack to try to make things slimier.
Thankfully, he seemed to be the type of dudes to be training his hole on the regular.
I spread his cheeks and his anus was already opening up, almost gaping. It would be much easier to wreck than his throat!
“How many dildos are you shoving in there?”
“Hmmm… I work my hole every single night after work…” He confessed.
“Looks like tonight will be no exception then! Let’s get you some exercise with the real thing!”
I think it was the hairiest ass I had even encountered, - except from mine of course -, but I could not give a fuck.
An asshole was an asshole… and this one was very inviting!
Once I had pushed through the sweaty hair, I could easily find my way inside his anal cavity. As I was sensing it, his hole was ready to stretch wide opened.
I would not have been surprised if Sergio was fucking himself on gigantic XXL dildos every single night.
Maybe I should make one the shape of my dick.
I bet that it would be a huge success!
“AAAaaaah…” He gasped as I was entering him.
I put my hands over his mouth to shut him up.
I liked dirty talking but I did not enjoy needless screaming.
I thrusted my hips and began the back-and-forth motions, going harder after each bang.
“Take it, man! Feel it deep inside!”
It felt good drilling an ass once again, and I knew that this time around, I would not have to feel bad about it afterwards.
Sergio was a grown man and was more than willing to take it balls deep.
I fucked him against the bar senselessly and the poor guy was being torn apart as he was moaning and begging for me to hit harder.
When I felt like he was getting too comfortable, I choked him with my big farmers’ hands around his neck at the same time.
Seemingly like any bitch I was meeting, Sergio liked it rough.
The fuck session was overall a great time but I think I got my best idea by the end of it.
I was about to burst my loads in his hole when I pulled back.
His asshole was gaping like crazy at this point. Even with the hair, I could see his torn insides. The man was prolapsing on me.
Sergio was also ejaculating by the way.
He could not help himself and he was making a big old mess at his work place.
“You… You’re not gonna breed me?” He asked, visibly disappointed as he was holding his throbbing cock.
Quite a small size dick wise, that was fine, I was not there for his junks.
“Nah!”
I grabbed a shot glass from the bar and I placed it right at the tip of my cock.
“Oh God… Joe?!”
I shot my big loads inside the glass right away.
Sergio looked at the scene, amazed.
I had so much cum that it overflowed.
“Drink that, man!”
“Wow…”
“That was my turn to offer you a drink! Here you go.”
By this point, you should know that I always enjoy to return a favour!
[To be continued]
Chapter 14: The Bartender (part 2)
“What do you mean?”
“Sergio has a little crush on you.” She winked at me playfully.
“Sergio?”
It did not ring a bell right away.
“The bartender! From the Jazz club!”
“Oh… That Sergio! Really?! The man is gay?”
She rolled her eyes.
“I thought you didn’t like labels.”
“I don’t.”
“So why do you care? I’m just telling you; he seems to be into you.”
“Humf, never got that vibe from him.”
“That’s because he’s a true professional. He asked me if you were single once, and, as a fool, I told him that I didn’t think you two were playing in the same team. See, we should never have preconceived ideas or make assumptions about others.”
“Definitely.”
“I can give you his number?”
I felt weird about it.
Exchanging numbers, planning a date, with someone I sort of knew already, that was an odd thing to do with another man.
“I’m not sure…”
“Don’t you find him attractive?”
“I’ve just never really thought about him that way.”
“Well, first dates are always awkward. It comes with the territory. But you’re not a teenager anymore and maybe you should try seeing someone your age who’s not a closeted redneck or your future son-in-law.”
“Okay… That’s fair. Gimme his number, but I’m only doing this as a favour to you because you’re sick.”
I dared going in with the dark humour and I was glad that the joke landed.
Fran laughed and she gave me Sergio’s number.
“Besides, you’re not taking any chance with him. We already know he’s into you. And a little bird told me he was a bottom…”
It was my turn to roll my eyes.
“Don’t get your hopes up, I’m not a romantic.”
I kept the number but I did not write to Sergio right away.
First thing first, I needed to do what I did best to clear my mind, which was working with my bare hands.
I truly believe that one of the things which is the most detrimental to our modern societies is the fact that people have stopped building things by themselves.
You need to feel the dirt, the materials, the concrete against your hands.
Watching everything through a screen, that is just not good for your mental health and for forming a cohesive society.
I let a few days passed, focusing on the renovation works, and already, I was feeling better.
Liv and I had talked once over the phone and she seemed okay.
Blake had not reached to me again and I had not replied to his text. I still did not know what to say.
The next Thursday, I thought it was time to get some action going and instead of messaging Sergio, I decided that it was better to directly go to the jazz club.
Let’s hit him up face to face. That was more my style.
We rid there with Fran and she could not stop smirking in the car.
“Shut up, maybe nothing’s gonna happen!”
“I didn’t say anything…”
I ignored her and sat at my usual spot at the bar.
Sergio was there, dressed nicely, his beard perfectly trimmed, as usual.
I had not made much of an effort myself.
I could not shake the redneck out of me too much. Besides, from my previous encounters in the city, I knew gay men loved my raunchiness more than anything else.
I ordered my usual scotch, although I didn’t have to say it, the drink was ready as soon as I sat down.
Sergio was an experienced bartender. He knew his clientele.
He acted exactly the same as before. Sergio was rather detached, not bothering me, which indicated that Fran had not said anything to him.
Good.
I was looking at him differently though, noticing how his fat ass was nicely enhanced in his (too) tight pants. A yummy peach to take a large bite of!
Lova Lova sang her tunes, I noticed she seemed a little off but maybe it was just an idea in my head because I knew about her disease now.
I tried to catch if Sergio was glancing at me but he was not giving me anything.
Fucking hell, I was not a teenage girl, I went for it anyway.
“Yo, Sergio. Come here.”
I called him.
“How can I treat you tonight, Joe?”
I loved this phrasing even if he was just talking about the drinks.
I was a bit tired with all the beat around the bush lately so I decided to be my usual-self, meaning straight forward and rather blunt.
“Been comin’ at this bar for a while now, and only noticing this nice bubble butt of yours!”
He gasped in surprise.
“Wow. Where is this coming from?” He chuckled nervously.
“What can I say? I’m not made of wood, there are some things I see which catch my interest.”
“You’re sure you’re not drunk?”
“With two whiskeys, please, I thought my bartender knew me better than this.”
“I suppose… You generally handle your drinks pretty well. So, what is it, you’re hitting on me now?”
“Don’t act like I’m the first client coming at you, you must get this all the time.”
“That’s not wrong but I rarely reciprocate.”
“Oh. I see.”
“I might reciprocate with hot farmers from Utah though.” He winked at me and poured me another whiskey. “This one is on the house.”
Maybe I was a teenage girl after all, I was all flustered by this.
Fran had been right, this interaction was much more fun than GrindR encounters.
“Thanks. I should praise your ass more often for some free drinks.”
“Imagine what would you get if you were doing more to my butt than praising him?”
Damn, the bartender could get feisty!
I did not have time to reply that he was called at the other end of the bar.
It just gave me another opportunity to stare at his ass.
It really was big, a perfect Latino bum. It reminded me somewhat of a dude I used to fuck at the glory-hole.
In any case, my dick was already stirring up in my pants.
Sergio came back to me a few minutes later, Lova Lova was finishing her set. The audience was once again captured by her performance.
“Should I stay here to help you close the bar?” I suggested.
“I don’t need help to close the bar, but yes, stay put. We could have a drink… Just the two of us, once everyone is gone?”
I liked the sound of that.
“Deal.”
It took another forty minutes before the jazz club was empty.
Fran left with the biggest grin on her face, calling her chauffeur since I would not be able to drive her back home.
I waited for Sergio to be ready, getting increasingly hornier in anticipation.
In the days following my talk with Olivia, my sex drive had been at its lowest point in a while, probably since Debbie’s death.
Normally, even when something was wrong, raw sex was the go-to answer for me.
But finally, my libido was back!
I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the guitar playing.
I turned around, Sergio was playing the classic “Wonderwall”, usually the first tune you are taught when you learn to play guitar.
He was not too bad at it, not really talented either if I am being honest.
I found myself mumbling the lyrics.
“Today’s gonna be the day…”
“Right now, I should have realized…”
“I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do… About you now…”
It made me sad.
I thought about Blake again, almost got teary eyes.
Shit, these emotions were really getting out of control!
I clapped when Sergio was done.
“Don’t judge me, man. This was really me trying my best.”
“You were pretty good.” I lied.
He did not believe me but that was okay.
“So, what’s your deal?” He asked, sitting on the stool next to me.
It was odd seeing him on the other side of the bar, with me.
“My deal? I’m just a normal guy, spending a little time in the city. What’s yours?”
“So am I, a normal guy, living in the city. When are you going back to Utah?”
“If everything goes right in a little more than a month, but before the end of the year in any case.”
“I guess you’re not looking for anything serious then?”
Those were legitimate date questions.
“I’m not looking for anything… I mean, I’m just… I’m trying new things.”
“You’ve never dated men before?”
I laughed out loud.
“Don’t worry, I’m no virgin!”
“That was not the question.”
“Let’s say that I’m more the hard-fucking type rather than the boyfriend type.”
“So, that’s what you want? Hard-fucking me?”
His tone of voice had changed. The vibe too.
“Maybe.”
“I guess I’d be down. I’m not such a romantic myself. I’ve gotten wronged too many times before.”
“By whom?”
“By men, essentially. They always cheat.”
He had moved closer to me.
I can feel the sexual tension in the air.
“Do you have some kind of rules about not fucking on the first date?” I asked.
He bit his lips.
“No. I’m a slut. I don’t care. And this is not a real date.”
My cock throbbed in my pants.
They were all the same, I thought. Bottoms eager for cock.
I grabbed his face.
“Exactly what I like to hear… You’re not afraid of big cocks? I hope.”
He gulped.
“No… I… I did notice the bulge, you know. The first time you came in, actually.”
“You are naughtier than I thought.”
“I am.”
I was now grabbing his throat. I could not help myself from being rough and dominant.
I stood up from my stool.
“Open your mouth.”
Sergio obliged and I spat inside his mouth.
Hell with the romantic date and let’s go for the raunchy fucking instead!
He moved forward to kiss me but I did not let him. I still had this special thing with Blake and I did not want to let it go.
I know, it was silly.
Instead, I took my top off and shoved Sergio’s face in my armpits. I knew his kind; they just loved it.
“Hmmf…” He mumbled, sniffing and licking my pit.
I wondered if people outside could see us despite of the deemed lights.
Who would care anyway? This was Sacramento, not the desert full of conservative rednecks.
As he licked my biceps, I felt his hands rubbing against my bulge.
“Take it out. Fetch my dick.” I whispered.
Once again, he complied with the orders without any hint of hesitation.
I felt his trembling excited hand over my junk.
“Wow.”
I loved the sound of that, every time a dude would discover my hard cock. It was not even at full mast yet, but still, it was deserving a “wow”.
I was that massive.
“Still think you can handle it?”
“I… I can try…” He muttered, in shock.
A twelve inches third leg is not something you see often; I could empathize with his surprise.
Sergio still got on his knees and put my sausage inside his mouth.
The bartender was struggling, which I found somewhat endearing. He had kept his fancy outfit on, which I found very hot also.
I pulled on his dark hair to guide him all over my shaft, I was taking off my pants at the same time.
I wanted him to swallow my balls and rim my ass as well.
“How are you feeling down there?” I asked gleefully.
He spat my cock out of his mouth, the poor guy was already drooling all over himself. His nice shirt would be ruined.
“Damn. I’ve never seen a dick like this before!”
“Liking its taste?”
“It’s freaking delicious!”
“Yeah, great. Now go back on my dick, your lips will be more useful there than talking.”
He happily went back on it, feasting on my foreskin and on my heavy full balls.
Hmmm… I would not hold for long; I had been maturing some creamy juice for days and Sergio’s clumsiness with the way he was handling my cock was making me extra-horny.
I was simply too large for him; he could barely handle the girth of my tip in his mouth and deepthroat was impossible.
I sat back on the stool and spread my legs, holding my balance by holding the ledge of the bar.
“Eat that ass!” I commanded.
Sergio stuck his tongue out like a dog and ate as he was told.
From classy barman to slutty ass-eater!
“Fuck… That’s even better than what I had imagined…” He mumbled at one point.
His tongue-bathing was making me feel great. My dick was precumming and it was dripping on the back of his shirt.
I liked that he had kept his clothes on, I wanted to keep things this way.
He was kissing my pucker. That was a real turn-on for me.
Definitely, having someone that I knew rimming me was different than a perfect stranger doing it. It was adding something special.
“You’re getting deep with that filthy tongue… Eh… Hmmm… How do you like the taste of your favourite redneck’s shithole?”
“Hmmmf… Fffummy… Yummy”
He started to touch himself and I thought it was time to move to the next step.
I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around.
“Get your leg up on that stool.”
“Here?”
“Yes, right here! I’m horny.”
I snatched his pants down to his calves in one quick move and he was bare ass.
Sergio was quite hairy, as many Latino dudes are, and his very dark hair was obstructing the view to his hole.
“Aaaa… Joe…”
I rubbed my dick in his hairy ass crack, searching for the itching hole.
“Wait till you feel me deep inside your guts.”
“Fuck… Hmmm… Please…”
I dry-humped him and looked at the outside. Pedestrians were wandering on the sidewalk, a group of young guys seemed fairly drunk, they were laughing hard in front of the window.
Maybe because they had caught us?
I spat on my cock and inside Sergio’s ass crack to try to make things slimier.
Thankfully, he seemed to be the type of dudes to be training his hole on the regular.
I spread his cheeks and his anus was already opening up, almost gaping. It would be much easier to wreck than his throat!
“How many dildos are you shoving in there?”
“Hmmm… I work my hole every single night after work…” He confessed.
“Looks like tonight will be no exception then! Let’s get you some exercise with the real thing!”
I think it was the hairiest ass I had even encountered, - except from mine of course -, but I could not give a fuck.
An asshole was an asshole… and this one was very inviting!
Once I had pushed through the sweaty hair, I could easily find my way inside his anal cavity. As I was sensing it, his hole was ready to stretch wide opened.
I would not have been surprised if Sergio was fucking himself on gigantic XXL dildos every single night.
Maybe I should make one the shape of my dick.
I bet that it would be a huge success!
“AAAaaaah…” He gasped as I was entering him.
I put my hands over his mouth to shut him up.
I liked dirty talking but I did not enjoy needless screaming.
I thrusted my hips and began the back-and-forth motions, going harder after each bang.
“Take it, man! Feel it deep inside!”
It felt good drilling an ass once again, and I knew that this time around, I would not have to feel bad about it afterwards.
Sergio was a grown man and was more than willing to take it balls deep.
I fucked him against the bar senselessly and the poor guy was being torn apart as he was moaning and begging for me to hit harder.
When I felt like he was getting too comfortable, I choked him with my big farmers’ hands around his neck at the same time.
Seemingly like any bitch I was meeting, Sergio liked it rough.
The fuck session was overall a great time but I think I got my best idea by the end of it.
I was about to burst my loads in his hole when I pulled back.
His asshole was gaping like crazy at this point. Even with the hair, I could see his torn insides. The man was prolapsing on me.
Sergio was also ejaculating by the way.
He could not help himself and he was making a big old mess at his work place.
“You… You’re not gonna breed me?” He asked, visibly disappointed as he was holding his throbbing cock.
Quite a small size dick wise, that was fine, I was not there for his junks.
“Nah!”
I grabbed a shot glass from the bar and I placed it right at the tip of my cock.
“Oh God… Joe?!”
I shot my big loads inside the glass right away.
Sergio looked at the scene, amazed.
I had so much cum that it overflowed.
“Drink that, man!”
“Wow…”
“That was my turn to offer you a drink! Here you go.”
By this point, you should know that I always enjoy to return a favour!
[To be continued]
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The size of the cum tanks of Joe is just astonishing.
And they fill up pretty quickly.
