A Summer at the Farm (Erotic story)

[bulova123]

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]

Next, please!

 

[gingerspice]

 

[citizen8282]

How is Joe going to reconnect with Blake?

 

[Onecrotchman]

How is Joe going to reconnect with Blake?

Hopefully by Liv setting them to meet each other.

 

[bulova123]

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[malaquias]

Spoiler: Blake is pregnant and Joe is not the father.

 

[Nomebear]

Spoiler: Blake is pregnant and Joe is not the father.

These things happen.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 15: Sex-friends (part 1)

If Fran had hooked me up with Sergio hoping that I would find myself a boyfriend, it was certainly a failure, although, the operation had given me what the younger generation would probably call a “sex-friend”.

Contrary to my GrindR dates, I agreed to meet with Sergio more than just once and we were seeing each other (and fucking) on the regular.

Because he knew that I would not stay in the city for long, and because I simply did not grow feelings for the man, there was no promise of exclusivity or even a potential for a long-term thing between us.

We were passing the time together, having fun, but it was not going any further than that: no late or morning texts, no expectation to see each other, no commitment.

Pretty much the ideal situation for me.

Sergio was a nice lad and was pretty good at being a bottom and taking my fat cock hard in his asshole.

He still had some troubles deepthroating my full twelve inches but my truncheon was sliding in his butt hole like it had been designed for it.

Even I, was impressed.

Sergio was living in a trendy apartment with a nice view on the city and the second time we fucked, it was on his balcony at night.

Some good wine, the city lights, and his hairy ass impaling itself on my rod, I would call that a rather fortunate evening!

I did not spend the night though (no strings attached, remember), and I went back to the castle to sleep.

Fran was curious about my relationship with her favourite bartender and when I told her about what we were doing, she did not believe in the sex-friend theory.

“There’s always one of the two who catches feelings and gets hurt.”

“We’re both grown men, we can make our own decisions.”

“You’ll see…”

“You’re just frustrated that we’re not actually dating as you had imagined.” I argued back.

“Maybe. I guess it’s still better than fucking with college boys and strangers. Good for you…”

There was no bad intention in her tone.

Fran and I were getting increasingly opened with each other and could speak frankly.

We were having this conversation as she was going through her dialysis. She had agreed for me to stay with her during that difficult time.

Also, I was definitely taking into consideration her point of view.

I did not want Serigo to get hurt and I was trying to be as clear as possible regarding my own wishes and feelings.

See, I did learn some lessons from the past few months!

In the meantime, my relationship with Liv got better. We had lunch together a couple of times and we were able to mention her break-up with Blake without it being over-dramatic.

She told me that she was even ready to start dating again, not for anything serious, but to “rebound” from Blake.

In a way, I think that I was doing the exact same thing on my side, trying to rebound from Blake as well.

She did not ask me where I was at personally and I did not mention that I had not seen Blake since the night they had broken up.

Two weeks later, I had not replied to his latest text and I was doing my best to get over him.

Even if Olivia had not forbidden me to pursue anything with Blake, I thought that any potential relationship was doomed anyway and I was tired of hurting people’s feelings.

I was trying to avoid Zaid for the exact same reasons.

Sergio had experience and I could tell that he was not holding on to whatever was happening between us, but Zaid was a younger guy and he was crushing over Blake, using him as a rebound would have clearly been a mistake.

Like a scared teenager, I would barely leave my room and I would not go downstairs anytime he was here, taking care of the garden outside.

Besides, the weather getting colder meant that he did not need to come by as much.

That being said, being friends (with benefits) with Sergio had additional perks.

He made me discover Sacramento under a whole new light.

He brought me into a bar with a cigar club, he told me about the gay places for more mature men to hook-up, and he got me to sign up to a gym, something I had not done since my youth.

“Not sure the gay gyms are for me, man.” I warned him.

“First of all, gyms do not have sexual orientation. Second of all, why do you assume I would go to a gay gym? Most people going at mine seem like straight men to me.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“If you say so…”

“Listen, I’ve never been approached once in the sauna section, clearly, people there are boring straight men!” He chuckled.

“Of course, if they aren’t into you, that means there’s no way that they can be attracted to men in general!” I teased him.

“Shut up and get back inside.”

Maybe I should have mentioned this sooner, I was drilling him on his couch while we were having this chat.

We had just taken a short break to have a drink before going at it again.

That evening, I bred his asshole and agreed to meet him at his gym the next day.

If Sergio could not turn straight men into willing cock-suckers, I definitely thought that I was able to do so. A part of me was curious of what it would be like if those gym rats were to stumble on me in the sauna.

I could already picture the (more or less discreet) stares at my flaccid uncut piece of meat.

Unfortunately, I was not able to test this theory the next day because the gym was pretty empty when we went early in the morning.

Also, as it turned out, Sergio was not kidding when he was exercising his ass.

That man had really made a work of art out of his fat Latino bum!

You know how those fit guys who skip legs day too often find themselves with a very nice upper body but the most ridiculous chicken legs? Sergio, on the contrary, was all about those squats.

I could not complain because the training of his thighs and the stretching of his asshole were greatly paying off when I was buried deep inside of him.

Talking of which, it would have been silly not to take advantage of the apparent vacancy of the gym. Right?

There was absolutely no one in the communal showers and even if I had wanted to, it would have been impossible for me not to get hard as Sergio was soaping his caramel ass next to me.

Soon enough, I pushed him against the wall and I started eating him up under the lukewarm water.

What can I say? Public places had always made me horny.

In my books, men are mostly wired through their cocks and desires, containing them is an evolution non-sense.

We should have liberated sex, not refrained it!

I got on my knees, Sergio lifted up his left leg, - the man was flexible -, and I rimmed his ass thoroughly.

I only regretted that he had already soaped his anus which was masking his natural raunchy scent.

I got my tongue in first, then my fingers, - that was the moment when his moans started to really echo in the empty shower-room -, and finally, I got to slide in with my monster cock, back to full-mast.

“Fuck… Joe… You’re insatiable.”

“Don’t play innocent, you’ve been teasing me since we’ve gotten here.”

He bit his puffy lips.

“Maybe…”

I chuckled.

“Spread those cheeks, I want to give you the full Joe’s experience today.”

Sergio was more than happy to help me getting inside of him and I banged him senselessly in the showers.

Just two friends relaxing after some hard-work at the gym!

At several occasions, we heard some doors being slammed but no one got any near the showers (as far as I know).

Sergio was a bit worried about getting caught. He had been a regular at this gym for a few years and he did not want to be seen being ploughed there.

That being said, he could not stop himself from being vocal and from begging for more hard-dicking shoved deep in his experienced ass.

To be a little more discreet, I had to cover his pleading mouth with my hands.

I liked it, it made me feel even more dominant and powerful.

As usual, I creamed his insides and I let Sergio finish himself up while he stared at me as I was showering.

“Your cock is so fucking beautiful when it’s deflating like that.” He said, in awe.

I looked down at my tool, it was still shining with cum.

I could thank Mother Nature every day for blessing me with such a nice dick.

I played modest even though I was not.

“Really? You think my farmer’s cock looks nice? Appetizing?”

He was stroking himself furiously while looking at me.

The man was literally drooling.

“You’re such a tease, Joe.”

I soaped my genitals and pulled on my foreskin. Sergio nutted against the wall.

Good boy.

I noticed that he did not go back to wash his ass while he was showering afterwards. The little slut did not want to waste the sperm which was coating in his butt hole.

My cum was bathing inside of him when he dried off and put his clothes back on.

We reiterated the experience at the gym a few times but we were not able to fuck every time. Sometimes, the place was a bit busier and indeed, to Sergio’s point, I did not feel any sexual vibe going on from the other members.

There were many college jocks working-out there though, and I became a bit concerned to run into Blake one day.

To be fair, it was stupid of me to avoid him.

At this point, there was no more secret and we could have simply acknowledged each other.

I guess a part of me was afraid that I would not be able to control myself if I were to see Blake sweating in the gym, or worse, stark naked in the sauna or in the showers.

I was very much controlled by my demanding cock, still.

[Chapter 15 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 15: Sex-friends (part 2)

Talking about the sauna, it became one of my favourite places to go to when I needed to unwind.

I started frequenting it without Sergio, three or four times a week.

From as far as I can remember, I have always loved the locker-rooms’ atmosphere. The banters, the manhood freely expressing itself, the naked men wandering around shamelessly, not minding their own bodies or downright staring at mine.

Essentially, I loved being the biggest man in the room.

See, I was always the last one to dress up back in the army or at the gym during my younger days. I wanted every single man around to know that they had nothing on me.

And let’s be clear, it would be foolish to believe that only the gay or bisexual men were staring at my genitals.

Straight guys were curious too. If only to compare, they loved to watch.

The sauna at that gym was certainly not a cruising place, but more often than not, as I was purposely walking around naked, without even a towel to hide the goods, I could feel those white-collar men and college boys’ gaze.

When the attention was getting me hard, I simply let my dick grow.

That was another thing I had never understood about modern societies.

Why should men (or women) be afraid of naked bodies? And why should men be self-conscious about a hard-on?

This was only natural, and if anything, the proof of a healthy body!

Between the renovation works in the castle, the gym, the sauna and my sexcapades with my sex-friend Sergio, I found a balance and began to feel better about my life.

Fran’s health was still a worry but I totally understood where she was coming from about her desire not to get treated, and there was something definitely inspiring in the way she was continuing to perform and to take care of herself instead of bemoaning on her own fate.

I was 44, feeling great, and I was offered some break after more than twenty years working on a farm, I had to take advantage of it.

Life was simply too short to waste it.

About three weeks after Liv and Blake’s break-up, I was starting to think that I had managed to get over my hard crush.

Well… I was a fool.

I got a strong reminder of Blake as I was working out, sweating my ass off on a press machine.

“Want me to spot you?” Someone said above me.

It took me a minute to recognize the blond guy towering over me.

On the other side, he had clearly recognized me right away.

I pushed the weight that I was lifting and I straightened up.

“I’m doing fine by myse… Oh… Eric, right?”

He bumped my shoulder in a friendly manner.

“Damn right, it’s me! I didn’t know you were coming to this gym; didn’t even know you were still in the city actually.”

The quarterback had not lost any of his cockiness or charm. In all fairness, his slight arrogance was part of his appeal.

He was training shirtless, only wearing ample shorts, - a bit like me, in fact -, the only thing was that he was smooth with barely no hair when, as you know, I was hairy as a gorilla.

He was also slightly taller than I was, maybe that was the main reason I was slightly jealous of him since the day he had invited me to his place for a football party.

“Yeah, well, since I’m not working outside that much, I thought going back to the gym from times to times could help.”

“When are you going back to Utah?”

“The main work on the roof should be done in about a month. I’m enjoying the city in the meantime.”

“Well, I was bummed not to see you at our last party! You were a lot of fun when you came by at the beginning of the semester.”

I wiped out some of the sweat off my face and beard with my bare hand.

“Sorry about that, I guess I didn’t want to interfere in Liv and Blake’s lives too much.”

Eric made a face.

“Oh well… I’m sorry about them, I heard about their break-up.”

I wondered if he had any idea of the reason why.

From what I understood, Olivia had simply told to their friends that Blake had cheated on her which for one, was not a lie, and for two, had surprised nobody.

“That’s life, you know. They’re both very young. They’ll bounce back.” I said, trying to remain casual.

“Sure! I mean, I broke with my girl not so long ago myself so… I get it.”

The conversation had turned very personal which was not of my liking.

“Wanna finish up our routine together?” I suggested.

“That sounds neat. I’d like to see what the old Joe has in store!”

“Old Joe? Fuck off! I’m looking better than you do.”

I flexed my bare biceps in the middle of the gym.

Sure, I was not as lean and shredded as Eric, but I had nothing to be ashamed of.

The young jock seemed to agree.

He felt up my contracted veiny biceps.

“No denying that I certainly wish to look as good as you do at your age.”

I grinned at the boy.

Already, I could feel my dick stirring up, and soon, that would become very noticeable. No surprise there, I was always going commando when wearing some shorts and my cock was too massive to hide.

I tried to keep my cool and kept on with my training session.

Eric was a nice guy and a good gym partner but I had to act reasonably.

I would be lying if I said that I did not consider he could become my future sex-friend. Why not try the concept with somebody else?

However, his proximity to both Liv and Blake made me immediately put some walls up between us.

I could not play the flirtatious game with him.

Or could I…?

Fuck, no, Joe! I had fooled around with enough college boys as it was.

The session went great, we did not talk much, and Eric was quite impressive during it.

I do not know if he was trying to show off for me, but definitely, he was a pro and much more used to using the machines than I was.

By the end of the hour, he was sweating proficiently and his wet body was all deliciously pumped.

Forgive me to have stared at his juicy bum as we walked towards the shower and locker rooms.

I did not try anything but we did shower side by side.

I had not gotten the chance to see him buck-naked at his place, - his ass was trapped in tiny boxer briefs -, so I allowed myself some sneak peeks under the water.

He did not seem to mind.

I mean, why would he? When you’ve got it, flaunt it!

“Wanna go the sauna for a few minutes? Usually help after a session.” He spoke, wrapping a towel around his waist.

I turned around fully, finishing my own shower and I think that it was the first moment when he truly noticed my huge, wet, and hairy cock.

His eyes widened.

“Sure, let’s go. Always feels nice after an intense work-out.” I spoke.

He was bewildered for a few seconds, certainly processing the size of my junks.

He finally looked back at my face, definitely feeling a bit startled. His handsome face had turned a little red.

He was packing quite a fat cock himself and was probably used to be the BIG Alpha male around… Not with me, kid!

He tightened his towel. I did not bother taking one with me.

My family jewels needed some fresh air.

“Yeah… I… This way, right.” He blurted out.

Ahah, the dude was so distraught that he even lost his way around the locker-room!

We got inside the sauna, he sat down first and I made sure to sit right next to him and to spread my legs wide, our thighs practically touching.

I was not hoping for anything from this encounter, but what can I say? I could not help myself…

If there was something I would never get tired of, that was to feel a straight hunk intimidated by my manhood and doing his very best not to look at it.

I admit, I even outrageously scratched my balls and played with my flaccid dick in my hand.

Poor Eric could not help himself to make a comment.

“Man… You must be killing them with that weapon!” He joked.

A classic move to mention the elephant in the room.

I played dumb though. As I would always do.

“What do you mean?”

“That cock!” He exclaimed.

I laughed.

At the very least, Eric was more straight-forward than most.

“Oh yeah, it is quite big. People seem to like it though. Women, men, everyone loves a nice massive uncut cock.”

I tried to make him uncomfortable but he seemed rather okay with the statement. He did not seem surprised by my potential bisexuality.

“I bet! Damn…”

Eric did not pursue the conversation though and I did not push things.

As I said, I wanted to be on my best behaviour.

I shut my eyes and I tried to relax but since I was with someone so close to Blake, I could not help to wonder.

I had had no news and although I was trying not to think about him, I was worrying about his well-being.

After a while, I decided it was okay to ask the question.

As his former father-in-law, it was quite logical that I would ask one of his best friends how he was doing.

“I hope Blake is not taking the break-up too hard. I haven’t spoken with him ever since.” I mentioned, trying to sound casual.

Eric stretched his arms and legs before answering me.

“He’s okay. You know how the football team works, we’re all here for each other.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Eric slapped my thigh.

“Don’t worry about Blake, he’ll be fine. Besides, Zaid is a great guy and I think he’s supporting him a lot.”

“Zaid?”

My heart started beating fast in my chest.

Not freaking Zaid!

“You know him, he was at my place when you came by last time. The black dude who loves to party.”

Of course, I knew who he was… I had banged his smooth asshole not so long ago!

But that was not the point.

“Yeah, I do remember him.”

“He immediately proposed to Blake to share his room on campus. I think Blake’s been living there since the break-up and they seem to be doing great with that arrangement.”

I felt so stupid for not thinking about this.

Obviously, it was making a lot of sense that Zaid had jumped on the opportunity of Blake’s breaking up with Liv to get closer with him.

Shit, I could already see the two of them getting together.

Were they already a couple?

Had Zaid confessed his feelings to Blake?

“I think I’m done.” Eric said, standing up to leave the sauna. “You’re okay, Joe?”

I had almost forgotten where I was, already dying in jealousy.

“Yeah… I… Of course, I’m okay, let’s go.”

[To be continued]

 

[viscountwxyz]

He'd do better to leave that story ended. It already cost him a farm rebuild and very nearly his daughter's life. If that ain't a sign to stay far, far away from there, I don't know what is.

Of course, given that this is a story that requires teh dramaz to progress (EDIT: not saying that's a bad thing), I'd wager he won't leave well enough alone.

 

[bulova123]

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 15: Sex-friends (part 2)

Talking about the sauna, it became one of my favourite places to go to when I needed to unwind.

I started frequenting it without Sergio, three or four times a week.

From as far as I can remember, I have always loved the locker-rooms’ atmosphere. The banters, the manhood freely expressing itself, the naked men wandering around shamelessly, not minding their own bodies or downright staring at mine.

Essentially, I loved being the biggest man in the room.

See, I was always the last one to dress up back in the army or at the gym during my younger days. I wanted every single man around to know that they had nothing on me.

And let’s be clear, it would be foolish to believe that only the gay or bisexual men were staring at my genitals.

Straight guys were curious too. If only to compare, they loved to watch.

The sauna at that gym was certainly not a cruising place, but more often than not, as I was purposely walking around naked, without even a towel to hide the goods, I could feel those white-collar men and college boys’ gaze.

When the attention was getting me hard, I simply let my dick grow.

That was another thing I had never understood about modern societies.

Why should men (or women) be afraid of naked bodies? And why should men be self-conscious about a hard-on?

This was only natural, and if anything, the proof of a healthy body!

Between the renovation works in the castle, the gym, the sauna and my sexcapades with my sex-friend Sergio, I found a balance and began to feel better about my life.

Fran’s health was still a worry but I totally understood where she was coming from about her desire not to get treated, and there was something definitely inspiring in the way she was continuing to perform and to take care of herself instead of bemoaning on her own fate.

I was 44, feeling great, and I was offered some break after more than twenty years working on a farm, I had to take advantage of it.

Life was simply too short to waste it.

About three weeks after Liv and Blake’s break-up, I was starting to think that I had managed to get over my hard crush.

Well… I was a fool.

I got a strong reminder of Blake as I was working out, sweating my ass off on a press machine.

“Want me to spot you?” Someone said above me.

It took me a minute to recognize the blond guy towering over me.

On the other side, he had clearly recognized me right away.

I pushed the weight that I was lifting and I straightened up.

“I’m doing fine by myse… Oh… Eric, right?”

He bumped my shoulder in a friendly manner.

“Damn right, it’s me! I didn’t know you were coming to this gym; didn’t even know you were still in the city actually.”

The quarterback had not lost any of his cockiness or charm. In all fairness, his slight arrogance was part of his appeal.

He was training shirtless, only wearing ample shorts, - a bit like me, in fact -, the only thing was that he was smooth with barely no hair when, as you know, I was hairy as a gorilla.

He was also slightly taller than I was, maybe that was the main reason I was slightly jealous of him since the day he had invited me to his place for a football party.

“Yeah, well, since I’m not working outside that much, I thought going back to the gym from times to times could help.”

“When are you going back to Utah?”

“The main work on the roof should be done in about a month. I’m enjoying the city in the meantime.”

“Well, I was bummed not to see you at our last party! You were a lot of fun when you came by at the beginning of the semester.”

I wiped out some of the sweat off my face and beard with my bare hand.

“Sorry about that, I guess I didn’t want to interfere in Liv and Blake’s lives too much.”

Eric made a face.

“Oh well… I’m sorry about them, I heard about their break-up.”

I wondered if he had any idea of the reason why.

From what I understood, Olivia had simply told to their friends that Blake had cheated on her which for one, was not a lie, and for two, had surprised nobody.

“That’s life, you know. They’re both very young. They’ll bounce back.” I said, trying to remain casual.

“Sure! I mean, I broke with my girl not so long ago myself so… I get it.”

The conversation had turned very personal which was not of my liking.

“Wanna finish up our routine together?” I suggested.

“That sounds neat. I’d like to see what the old Joe has in store!”

“Old Joe? Fuck off! I’m looking better than you do.”

I flexed my bare biceps in the middle of the gym.

Sure, I was not as lean and shredded as Eric, but I had nothing to be ashamed of.

The young jock seemed to agree.

He felt up my contracted veiny biceps.

“No denying that I certainly wish to look as good as you do at your age.”

I grinned at the boy.

Already, I could feel my dick stirring up, and soon, that would become very noticeable. No surprise there, I was always going commando when wearing some shorts and my cock was too massive to hide.

I tried to keep my cool and kept on with my training session.

Eric was a nice guy and a good gym partner but I had to act reasonably.

I would be lying if I said that I did not consider he could become my future sex-friend. Why not try the concept with somebody else?

However, his proximity to both Liv and Blake made me immediately put some walls up between us.

I could not play the flirtatious game with him.

Or could I…?

Fuck, no, Joe! I had fooled around with enough college boys as it was.

The session went great, we did not talk much, and Eric was quite impressive during it.

I do not know if he was trying to show off for me, but definitely, he was a pro and much more used to using the machines than I was.

By the end of the hour, he was sweating proficiently and his wet body was all deliciously pumped.

Forgive me to have stared at his juicy bum as we walked towards the shower and locker rooms.

I did not try anything but we did shower side by side.

I had not gotten the chance to see him buck-naked at his place, - his ass was trapped in tiny boxer briefs -, so I allowed myself some sneak peeks under the water.

He did not seem to mind.

I mean, why would he? When you’ve got it, flaunt it!

“Wanna go the sauna for a few minutes? Usually help after a session.” He spoke, wrapping a towel around his waist.

I turned around fully, finishing my own shower and I think that it was the first moment when he truly noticed my huge, wet, and hairy cock.

His eyes widened.

“Sure, let’s go. Always feels nice after an intense work-out.” I spoke.

He was bewildered for a few seconds, certainly processing the size of my junks.

He finally looked back at my face, definitely feeling a bit startled. His handsome face had turned a little red.

He was packing quite a fat cock himself and was probably used to be the BIG Alpha male around… Not with me, kid!

He tightened his towel. I did not bother taking one with me.

My family jewels needed some fresh air.

“Yeah… I… This way, right.” He blurted out.

Ahah, the dude was so distraught that he even lost his way around the locker-room!

We got inside the sauna, he sat down first and I made sure to sit right next to him and to spread my legs wide, our thighs practically touching.

I was not hoping for anything from this encounter, but what can I say? I could not help myself…

If there was something I would never get tired of, that was to feel a straight hunk intimidated by my manhood and doing his very best not to look at it.

I admit, I even outrageously scratched my balls and played with my flaccid dick in my hand.

Poor Eric could not help himself to make a comment.

“Man… You must be killing them with that weapon!” He joked.

A classic move to mention the elephant in the room.

I played dumb though. As I would always do.

“What do you mean?”

“That cock!” He exclaimed.

I laughed.

At the very least, Eric was more straight-forward than most.

“Oh yeah, it is quite big. People seem to like it though. Women, men, everyone loves a nice massive uncut cock.”

I tried to make him uncomfortable but he seemed rather okay with the statement. He did not seem surprised by my potential bisexuality.

“I bet! Damn…”

Eric did not pursue the conversation though and I did not push things.

As I said, I wanted to be on my best behaviour.

I shut my eyes and I tried to relax but since I was with someone so close to Blake, I could not help to wonder.

I had had no news and although I was trying not to think about him, I was worrying about his well-being.

After a while, I decided it was okay to ask the question.

As his former father-in-law, it was quite logical that I would ask one of his best friends how he was doing.

“I hope Blake is not taking the break-up too hard. I haven’t spoken with him ever since.” I mentioned, trying to sound casual.

Eric stretched his arms and legs before answering me.

“He’s okay. You know how the football team works, we’re all here for each other.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Eric slapped my thigh.

“Não se preocupe com Blake, ele vai ficar bem. Além disso, Zaid é um cara ótimo e acho que ele está apoiando muito ele.”

“Zaid?”

Meu coração começou a bater rápido no meu peito.

Não, Zaid!

“Você o conhece, ele estava na minha casa quando você veio da última vez. O cara negro que adora festa.”

Claro, eu sabia quem ele era... Eu tinha comido seu cuzinho liso não muito tempo atrás!

Mas esse não era o ponto.

“Sim, eu me lembro dele.”

“Ele imediatamente propôs a Blake dividir seu quarto no campus. Acho que Blake está morando lá desde o término e eles parecem estar se saindo muito bem com esse arranjo.”

Eu me senti tão idiota por não ter pensado nisso.

Obviamente, fazia muito sentido que Zaid tivesse aproveitado a oportunidade do término de Blake com Liv para se aproximar dele.

Merda, eu já conseguia ver os dois juntos.

Eles já eram um casal?

Zaid confessou seus sentimentos a Blake?

“Acho que terminei.” Eric disse, levantando-se para sair da sauna. “Você está bem, Joe?”

Eu quase tinha esquecido onde estava, já morrendo de ciúmes.

“Sim… Eu… Claro, estou bem, vamos lá.”

[Continua]

Joe comeu o Blacke, o amigo Zaid, o Sérgio e outros... E está com ciúmes agora?
Hahahahahahaha

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 16: True Professionals (part 1)

No matter how I was looking at this, I truly was a selfish asshole.

I had no right to be jealous, but I was anyway.

Sure, Zaid was a great guy.

At this point, the quarterback was coming by the castle only to help Fran with her treatment, he had been a great support for her, and he was also genuinely in love with Blake... but God damn it, the boy was mine!

Blake was supposed to be mine... Right?

I kicked a can of blue paint and the thing spilled all over the wooden floor.

"Argh!"

What an idiot!

I had almost finished up the bedroom and this stupid move cost me three more hours of work.

To be fair, I wanted to keep myself busy.

Zaid was inside the house, in the other aisle with Fran.

I could have gone to him and asked him questions but what would have been the point?

You know what we say, I had made my bed, and now, I had to lie in it.

Once I was done with my renovation work for the day, I used the only outlet I had to distract myself.

Sex.

I texted Sergio.

"Up for some fun?"

He replied almost instantly.

"I have to be at the bar in about an hour..."

"I can be at your place in fifteen minutes."

I was horny.

He sent me a gif of a girl drinking some milk and another of a guy showing a thumbs up. He was ready.

I practically ran to my van, almost bumping into Zaid on my way out. We met each other in the main entrance.

"Sorry, pal!"

"Joe! Hi. Feels like it's been a long time."

He hugged me briefly.

"Yeah, I was kinda busy with the work upstairs." I blatantly lied.

I mean, that was not a lie, but that was not the reason I had seen Zaid.

"Fran told me you've been helping her a lot."

"Not as much as you do. It's admirable the time you're spending here with her, during that tough time, on top of your classes and the busy football practice I assume."

He smiled at me faintly.

I was trying to read every detail of his expression, as if I could see in his eyes whatever was going on between him and Blake.

I know.

I had become worse than the over-thinking women I used to be judging so hard before.

"Eric told me that he had seen you at the gym." Zaid mentioned.

Of course, he did.

"Oh yeah? I figured, why not work-out during my free time? Eric's a nice guy. He told me that you... You were living with Blake?"

Zaid seemed slightly uncomfortable.

He had confessed his love for the boy to me after all... Right after I had pounded his black ass, bareback.

"We are. I guess that you know the proposal to Liv didn't go as planned."

I wondered what else Zaid knew about Blake and I.

"Yes... I was saddened to learn about their break-up."

Zaid bit his lips, unable to reciprocate the same regret.

He had probably cheered at the idea of having the recently-single Blake living with him. I clenched my fist as I was trying to keep my cool.

I knew what it felt like to be housemate with Blake... To see him every single day... To share a bathroom with him... Hell, they were even sharing the same bedroom...

Neither Zaid nor Blake owed me anything though.

"I wanted to tell you, Joe... After we... When we..."

"Fucked?"

"Yes... I think I've been wasting too much time. I... I'm trying to come out of the closet, with the football team, with everyone."

I knew he mainly meant that he had come out to Blake but I could not be mad at that.

Truthfully, even in my pathetic bitter state, I was glad for Zaid. He deserved to be out and happy.

"That's a great move, I think. You'll see, people might surprise you on how open they'll be about it."

He bit his lips once again.

There were probably many things he was not telling me.

"I've already.... Been quite surprised."

There was an awkward moment of silence.

I thought about telling him that he should try to start something with Blake; I also considered warning him about the exact opposite; I wanted to ask him not to share what had happened between us.

Most of all, I needed to know how Blake was truly doing.

In the end, I did not say anything at all.

It was no longer my business, I had to be stronger than this.

"Well... I was about to go but, again, thanks for taking care of Fran. It really means the world to her." I spoke.

"I'm happy to be there for her. She does seem more tired lately."

"I noticed."

"Good bye Joe."

"Bye Zaid."

I walked up to my van mumbling "say hi to Blake for me" in my beard. I did not think he heard me and it was probably better that way.

I was gloomy as I was driving to Sergio's place and only him could help me get my mind off things.

Thank God when I got there, - a little later than what I had promised -, he was already stark naked, his hairy ass waiting for me.

"Hello you!" I slapped his juicy bum.

"Hello, Mister Farmer!"

I served myself a beer from his fridge, he was bending over his kitchen table.

"Ready?" I asked.

"We don't have much time; I should be going to work very soon."

I caressed his hairy back while sipping on my beer.

"Don't worry about that, I'm not in the mood for foreplay."

"You rarely are..."

That was true, not with Sergio anyway.

I spat on my fingers and slid them in his ass crack. My sex-friend was hiding a little secret from me, I could not access his hole right away.

I knelt down and took a better look at my meal.

The asshole was plugged with a tiny pink dildo, I could only see the very end of the toy coming out of his hole, right in the middle of his thick black hair.

Ridiculous... But somewhat, hot.

"You bought this at a Barbie store?" I mocked him, grabbing the end of the toy and rubbing it.

"Hmmm... Something like that..."

As I pulled it out, I realized the plug was not as small as I thought. It was actually quite wide and had been stretching that ass properly.

Sergio was horny for sure; his pucker was already humid.

I liked that.

"You, nasty little slut. You cannot stop playing with your ass."

"Guilty."

I spat directly in his gaping hole before shoving my tongue deep inside.

I rimmed him for a couple of minutes but, as discussed between us, there would be no much foreplay that time around.

Once he was wet and slippery enough, I stood up, opened the fly of my jeans and fetched my hardening cock out.

I was already dripping.

"You know, I'm really starting to familiarize myself with that eager hole of yours."

"Oh yeah... You like it?"

I was pushing my girthy cock inside. Easy.

"Hmmm... Heck yes!"

"You... Hmmm... Can go... Hmmm... Deeper!"

"Keep asking, I might grant you that favour."

"I've been stretching my hole with my dildos... Hmmmm... Since you've told me you were... Hmmm... Coming..."

I was thrusting my hips hard inside of him and the man could barely talk anymore.

"Dedicated sluts like you deserve large competent men like me."

"Yes... Hmmmmm... Oh, God, yes..."

There I was, his prostate.

I, quite literally, knew how to push his buttons.

Sergio was moaning like a little bitch in heat. I mean, that was probably the most accurate description of how he was in bed, although, ironically, we had never had sex in a bed!

Not yet.

"Take the massive farmer's tool in your ass, eh?!"

"Yes... Hmmm... Please..."

I grabbed his waste and kept drilling him as I was holding him firmly, always harder.

I was frustrated, I was bitter, I was horny and Sergio was taking all my emotions in.

"You... Nasty... Slut... Cock swallower... Cum Dumpster..."

"YEEEEESS... FUCK ME, JOE... FUCK ME DEEP!"

"Aaaargh!"

I was barking like a fucking dog.

It was probably our most intense fuck so far. A bottle of red wine which was the last thing standing on the table broke down on the floor because of the hard-shaking.

Sergio could not care less; he was having the orgasm of his life.

"You're a freaking... Hmmm... God... Joe.... I... Hmmm..."

I was a God, indeed.

The type of crazy shit I liked to hear.

As I was ploughing his ass at an intense pace, his cock started exploding all over the kitchen.

Often, Sergio was nutting after I was done with him, but this time around, he had not been able to control himself.

Seeing him like this made me feel so proud of myself and of the pleasure I was giving him, it pushed me to the edge myself and I creamed his insides.

"I'm coming... Hmmm... Fuck... I'm coming!"

"Fuck yes, please... Aaaah..."

Sergio let me empty myself in his hole, and then, he mindlessly took a sip of my beer. His face was all red.

"That was intense, right?"

He nodded yes.

"That's the least I can say."

He dipped his finger around my cock and playfully licked the remaining of cum lying against my foreskin.

"How does it taste, Sergio?"

"Delicious."

I put my dick back in my pants. I had not undressed so I was pretty much ready to go already.

[Chapter 16 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 16: True Professionals (part 2)

Sergio hesitated for a few seconds but eventually asked me.

"You can stay here if you want." He tried to sound casual. "We can go back at it again tonight, when I'll be back from work? Round two?"

This started to feel too much like a relationship to me but it was difficult to say no and return to the castle all by myself.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, stay here, watch some television. I have a four-hours shift; it'll go by quickly."

"Maybe..."

I looked around. I was still hesitant but to be fair, Sergio had a strong argument.

"Can you help me with that? I want to be wearing it all night, until I'm back home."

He showed me his extendable pink butt plug.

"You really are a horny bastard." I joked.

"And my needs have to be taken care of, often."

"Spread your cheeks."

I spat on the toy and I shoved it inside his asshole. I knew I was pushing back my own sperm against his prostate. Nice!

Once buried, the thing was almost entirely disappearing in his hole.

Again, it did not seem like it could be big; It was like a magic trick.

"I feel better now." Sergio commented.

"Won't it bother you tonight when you'll be working?"

He laughed while dressing up in his elegant bartender's outfit.

"Who do you think I am? Won't be the first time that I'm wearing jewellery at work."

"Damn... And I thought you were so professional!"

"I am a pro... At my job and at other things!"

He winked at me and I slapped his ass one last time, right before he covered his cheeks with his tights pants.

"Go to work, you're gonna be late. I'll be waiting for you right here. You better make it worth it!"

"Don't worry about that, just... Don't take a shower."

"Really?"

"I want you in your juice... Raw."

"You, dawg!"

He hurried to put a jacket on and left his apartment.

See, I had done the right thing coming over Sergio's.

For once, I was no longer thinking about Blake.

At the very least, for a few minutes... Until Sergio had effectively gone to work and I was left alone with my thoughts.

Fucking hell, I could not be fucking 24/7 just to stop thinking about this college kid, or rather, college kids!

By this point, images of Blake were blurring with images of Zaid.

I could see them having sex, Blake probably being on top, eating Zaid's muscular black bum and banging his ass bareback.

Maybe they would be versatile... They would probably suck each other's cock avidly. They were fit and flexible enough for some more exotic positions.

Damn.

And those were not even the worst mental images I was polluting myself with.

I could see Blake and Zaid holding hands in a quiet park, telling each other sweet things, and, God no, French-kissing.

I put the television on and dumbed myself with a silly reality television program.

But this was making me think about Blake too, how we would watch this tv-show late in the evening and comment on the girls' appearances back at the farm.

I checked GrindR instead.

I had not been there in a while.

I had a few unread messages from my ex-encounters.

I checked the one from "BigTrunk69", Tommy had been one of my favourite bottoms, he was somewhat a younger version of Sergio.

"It's been more than a month... Does FarmerDaddy12Inches ready to meet me again without being afraid of falling in love?"

I smiled.

He had included a picture of his asshole gaping. A good way to get my attention.

I replied an uncommitted "Maybe" opening the door to another potential meeting.

It was also a way to reassure me regarding Sergio.

If I was still fucking other people, it was reinforcing the idea that despite being alone in his apartment, we were nothing more than "friends with benefits".

To be clear, I have never pretended that I was smart with dealing with my feelings...

The sole fact that I was recognizing that it was not that easy "not to care about anything" was already a huge step for me.

Tommy was not online and I did not get much more interesting chats on the app.

Somehow, I fell asleep on Sergio's couch and only woke up when I heard his keys in the door lock.

By then, my dick had gone back to being rock-hard.

I wondered what I had been dreaming about...

"How was work?" I asked.

Sergio stretched in his entrance.

"Okay, I guess. A pretty slow night. Do you know if Fran is doing well?"

Oh no... Not this again.

"What do you mean?"

"She didn't do her entire set of songs tonight. I was just wondering."

I felt a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I hated that.

I did not betray Fran's trust though.

"I don't know, she's been going to Vegas lately. She's not that young, the woman must be tired."

"Maybe."

Sergio was wrapping his hands around my neck.

For sure, the optics may have made us look like a gay couple.

That being said, I was happy to change the mood from gloomy to sexy.

"Are you still wearing your toy?"

I passed my hand against his ass. I could not feel his asshole just right with his pants on.

"What do you think?"

"I think you're an obedient slut and you wouldn't have taken it off for the world."

He smiled at me; I was feeling up his bum harder.

He turned around and took his belt off.

"Check for yourself."

I slid down his pants.

I was very much ready for round two. As was Sergio. His asshole was itching and pulsating so much that I swear I could see his punk butt plug moving.

I made him work for it first, he had to train himself with his blowjob's skill and I wanted to feel the inside of his throat.

I have to say, Sergio was getting better at handling my girthy cock in his mouth.

He was still gagging and choking a lot but he was holding on and pushing himself to swallow me deep.

For once, I returned the favour and suck on his Latino hairy dick like it was a yummy lollipop.

It was smelling men and sex in his apartment. We were, indeed, "in our raw juice".

"You're good at this..." He blurted out as I had his seven inches shoved deep in my throat.

"Who do you think I am? You're not the only pro at this!" I told him after I had pulled back.

He was playing with my hair.

His cut cock was already about to cum but he was trying to make himself last a little more.

"Blow me some more, Joe... Please..."

"I'll do you my little special treat. You'll see I'm a true professional."

I swallowed back his dong, pushing my nose in his dark and bushy pubic hair, and while I was feeding myself with his dick, I pushed a couple of fingers inside his anus below.

"Hmmm... God..."

Yes, I definitely knew what I was doing.

Makes sense after all, experience men do it better!

I kept on blowing and fingering him until we almost reached the point of no-return. He had to beg me to stop so he would not cum.

"Fuck me, I'm begging, Joe, Fuck me!"

I was more than happy to oblige.

He walked to his bedroom and he lied down on his bed.

That was new, I thought.

I was way too horny to mind about the optics at this point. My stirring dick led me right inside his winking wet hole.

I fucked him in the missionary position, doggy-style, and he sat on my cock on his bed.

He kept on sniffing and licking my chest all throughout.

I bet that he would be more than happy to be sleeping in my manly scent that night.

Spoiler alert: I was right, he did not change the sheet.

I pounded his hole which was already filled with my dry cum from earlier. Such a way to assert my power and boost my ego.

He moaned, begged for more, pleaded me to go harder (always) and I properly destroyed his trained asshole.

I gave him my second dose of sperm after about twenty minutes of hard-dicking.

Sergio seemed to be in a daze as he finished himself up, nutting on his bare chest.

I lied down on the bed next to him, exhausted, and I almost fell right back asleep.

"You look good, man..." He mumbled.

Thankfully, once my excitement had passed, I remembered that I had to keep some boundaries.

I got out of the bed.

"Yes, I do look good."

I was not sure what Sergio was expecting but I did not spend the night.

We were not lovers, just sex-friends.

Right...?

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

[bulova123]

UMA QUEDA NA CIDADE

Capítulo 16: Verdadeiros profissionais (parte 2)

Sergio hesitou por alguns segundos, mas finalmente me perguntou.

"Você pode ficar aqui se quiser." Ele tentou soar casual. "Podemos voltar a isso hoje à noite, quando eu voltar do trabalho? Segundo round?"

Isso começou a parecer muito com um relacionamento para mim, mas era difícil dizer não e voltar para o castelo sozinha.

"Você tem certeza?"

"Sim, fique aqui, assista um pouco de televisão. Tenho um turno de quatro horas; vai passar rápido."

"Talvez..."

Olhei em volta. Eu ainda estava hesitante, mas para ser justo, Sergio tinha um argumento forte.

"Você pode me ajudar com isso? Quero usar isso a noite toda, até voltar para casa."

Ele me mostrou seu plug anal rosa extensível.

"Você é realmente um sacana tarado", brinquei.

"E minhas necessidades precisam ser atendidas, frequentemente."

"Abra suas bochechas."

Cuspi no brinquedo e o enfiei no cu dele. Eu sabia que estava empurrando meu próprio esperma contra sua próstata. Legal!

Uma vez enterrado, a coisa desaparecia quase completamente em seu buraco.

Mais uma vez, não parecia que seria grande; era como um truque de mágica.

"Sinto-me melhor agora", comentou Sergio.

"Não vai te incomodar hoje à noite, já que você estará trabalhando?"

Ele riu enquanto se vestia com sua elegante roupa de barman.

"Quem você pensa que eu sou? Não será a primeira vez que usarei joias no trabalho."

"Droga... E eu que pensei que você fosse tão profissional!"

"Sou um profissional... No meu trabalho e em outras coisas!"

Ele piscou para mim e eu dei um último tapa na bunda dele, bem antes de ele cobrir as bochechas com a calça justa.

"Vá trabalhar, você vai se atrasar. Eu estarei esperando por você aqui. É melhor você fazer valer a pena!"

"Não se preocupe com isso, só... Não tome banho."

"Realmente?"

"Quero você no seu suco... Cru."

"Você, mano!"

Ele correu para vestir uma jaqueta e saiu do apartamento.

Veja, eu fiz a coisa certa ao ir até a casa do Sergio.

Pela primeira vez, eu não estava mais pensando em Blake.

Pelo menos por alguns minutos... Até que Sergio efetivamente foi trabalhar e eu fiquei sozinho com meus pensamentos.

Puta merda, eu não conseguiria ficar 24 horas por dia, 7 dias por semana, só para parar de pensar nesse universitário, ou melhor, universitários!

Nesse ponto, as imagens de Blake estavam se confundindo com as de Zaid.

Eu podia vê-los fazendo sexo, Blake provavelmente por cima, comendo o bumbum musculoso e preto de Zaid e comendo sua bunda sem camisinha.

Talvez eles fossem versáteis... Eles provavelmente chupariam o pau um do outro avidamente. Eles eram em forma e flexíveis o suficiente para algumas posições mais exóticas.

Droga.

E essas nem eram as piores imagens mentais com as quais eu estava me poluindo.

Eu podia ver Blake e Zaid de mãos dadas em um parque tranquilo, dizendo coisas doces um ao outro e, Deus não, se beijando de língua.

Liguei a televisão e me embebedei com um reality show bobo.

Mas isso também me fez pensar em Blake, em como assistíamos a esse programa de TV tarde da noite e comentávamos sobre as aparições das meninas na fazenda.

Em vez disso, verifiquei o GrindR.

Fazia tempo que eu não ia lá.

Recebi algumas mensagens não lidas de meus ex-encontros.

Dei uma olhada no "BigTrunk69", Tommy era um dos meus passivos favoritos, ele era uma versão mais jovem do Sergio.

"Já faz mais de um mês... O FarmerDaddy12Inches está pronto para me conhecer novamente sem medo de se apaixonar?"

Eu sorri.

Ele tinha incluído uma foto do seu cuzinho escancarado. Uma boa maneira de chamar minha atenção.

Respondi com um descomprometido "Talvez", abrindo a porta para outro possível encontro.

Também foi uma forma de me tranquilizar em relação ao Sergio.

Se eu ainda estava transando com outras pessoas, isso reforçava a ideia de que, apesar de estarmos sozinhas no apartamento dele, não éramos nada mais do que "amigos com benefícios".

Para deixar claro, nunca fingi ser inteligente ao lidar com meus sentimentos...

O simples fato de eu estar reconhecendo que não era tão fácil "não se importar com nada" já era um grande passo para mim.

Tommy não estava online e não obtive conversas muito mais interessantes no aplicativo.

De alguma forma, adormeci no sofá do Sergio e só acordei quando ouvi suas chaves na fechadura da porta.

A essa altura, meu pau já estava duro como pedra novamente.

Fiquei me perguntando sobre o que eu estava sonhando...

"Como foi o trabalho?" perguntei.

Sergio se espreguiçou em sua entrada.

"Ok, eu acho. Uma noite bem lenta. Você sabe se Fran está bem?"

Ah não... Isso de novo não.

"O que você quer dizer?"

"Ela não cantou todas as músicas hoje à noite. Eu só estava pensando."

Senti uma sensação ruim no estômago.

Eu odiava isso.

Mas eu não traí a confiança de Fran.

"Não sei, ela tem ido para Vegas ultimamente. Ela não é tão jovem, a mulher deve estar cansada."

"Talvez."

Sergio estava envolvendo meu pescoço com as mãos.

Com certeza, a ótica pode ter nos feito parecer um casal gay.

Dito isso, fiquei feliz em mudar o clima de sombrio para sexy.

"Você ainda está usando seu brinquedo?"

Passei a mão na bunda dele. Não conseguia sentir o cu direito com as calças dele vestidas.

"O que você acha?"

"Acho que você é uma vagabunda obediente e não tiraria isso por nada no mundo."

Ele sorriu para mim; eu estava apalpando seu traseiro com mais força.

Ele se virou e tirou o cinto.

"Verifique você mesmo."

Deslizei para baixo nas calças dele.

Eu estava muito pronto para o segundo round. Assim como Sergio. Seu cuzinho estava coçando e pulsando tanto que eu juro que podia ver seu plug anal punk se mexendo.

Primeiro eu o fiz trabalhar, ele teve que treinar sua habilidade de fazer boquete e eu queria sentir o interior de sua garganta.

Devo dizer que Sergio estava melhorando em lidar com meu pau grosso em sua boca.

Ele ainda estava engasgando e engasgando muito, mas estava se segurando e se esforçando para me engolir profundamente.

Pela primeira vez, retribuí o favor e chupei seu pau latino peludo como se fosse um pirulito gostoso.

Estava sentindo cheiro de homens e sexo em seu apartamento. Estávamos, de fato, "em nosso suco cru".

"Você é bom nisso..." Ele deixou escapar enquanto eu tinha seus dezoito centímetros enfiados profundamente na minha garganta.

"Quem você pensa que eu sou? Você não é o único profissional nisso!" Eu disse a ele depois de me afastar.

Ele estava brincando com meu cabelo.

Seu pau cortado já estava prestes a gozar, mas ele estava tentando durar um pouco mais.

"Me faça um boquete mais um pouco, Joe... Por favor..."

"Vou lhe fazer um pequeno presente especial. Você verá que sou um verdadeiro profissional."

Engoli seu pau de volta, enfiando meu nariz em seus pelos pubianos escuros e espessos, e enquanto me alimentava com seu pau, enfiei alguns dedos dentro de seu ânus.

"Hmmm... Deus..."

Sim, eu definitivamente sabia o que estava fazendo.

Afinal, faz sentido, homens experientes fazem isso melhor!

Continuei soprando e dedilhando-o até quase chegarmos ao ponto sem retorno. Ele teve que me implorar para parar para que ele não gozasse.

"Foda-me, estou implorando, Joe, foda-me!"

Fiquei mais do que feliz em atender.

Ele caminhou até seu quarto e deitou-se na cama.

Isso era novidade, pensei.

Eu estava excitado demais para me importar com a ótica naquele momento. Meu pau agitado me levou direto para dentro do seu buraco molhado e piscante.

Eu o fodi na posição de missionário, de quatro, e ele sentou no meu pau na cama.

Ele continuou cheirando e lambendo meu peito o tempo todo.

Aposto que ele ficaria mais do que feliz em dormir com meu perfume másculo naquela noite.

Alerta de spoiler: eu estava certo, ele não trocou a folha.

Eu bati no buraco dele que já estava cheio com meu esperma seco de antes. Uma maneira de afirmar meu poder e aumentar meu ego.

Ele gemeu, implorou por mais, implorou para que eu fosse mais forte (sempre) e eu destruí corretamente seu cuzinho treinado.

Dei a ele minha segunda dose de esperma depois de cerca de vinte minutos de sexo duro.

Sergio parecia estar atordoado enquanto terminava de gozar, gozando em seu peito nu.

Deitei-me na cama ao lado dele, exausta, e quase adormeci novamente.

"Você está bem, cara..." Ele murmurou.

Felizmente, quando minha excitação passou, lembrei-me de que precisava manter alguns limites.

Eu saí da cama.

"Sim, estou bem."

Não tinha certeza do que Sergio esperava, mas não passei a noite lá.

Não éramos amantes, apenas amigos sexuais.

Certo...?

[CONTINUA]

Vai atrás do Blake, Joe.
Va atrás e foda ele

 

[viscountwxyz]

Some people can separate physical from emotional, at least for a short time. Most absolutely cannot and that probably has a biological basis.

 

[acherryontop]

Very hot story, and I'm quite invested in the characters, though I'm not sure I completely buy the idea that Joe and Blake are in deeper love than what was some hot summer fun, considering their age difference. I just want to give the feedback though that I think you could use an editor or proofreader. There's a lot of Britishisms for what's supposed to be an American story, and often grammatical mistakes and confusing sentences that kind of take me out of it when I'm reading. Anyway, I hope we get to hear from Blake again soon, maybe a good scene from his point of view getting dirty with Zaid for the first time!

 

[hungnola9]

I disagree. I believe they are in love and even obsessed with one another.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Very hot story, and I'm quite invested in the characters, though I'm not sure I completely buy the idea that Joe and Blake are in deeper love than what was some hot summer fun, considering their age difference. I just want to give the feedback though that I think you could use an editor or proofreader. There's a lot of Britishisms for what's supposed to be an American story, and often grammatical mistakes and confusing sentences that kind of take me out of it when I'm reading. Anyway, I hope we get to hear from Blake again soon, maybe a good scene from his point of view getting dirty with Zaid for the first time!

True about the proof reading but with my rhythm of publications on Patreon (3 to 4 new chapters of various stories each week), I never got around having one... I promise I'm doing the best that I can though.

 

[hungnola9]

I love your writing, typos and all.

 

[malaquias]

True about the proof reading but with my rhythm of publications on Patreon (3 to 4 new chapters of various stories each week), I never got around having one... I promise I'm doing the best that I can though.

I don't mind the typos. You're doing great, mate.