A Summer at the Farm (Erotic story)

[Condiment]

At some point of the story, Blake would be appearing. It's a love story, we already knew Blake's version now it's Joe's. I'm loving this as all your dear readers are loving it too.

 

[CA333]

I’m so ready for more

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 20: Relapse (part 1)

We passed by the drug addicts' aisle of the hospital as we were walking to the emergency room.

One guy was heavily shaking in the waiting room.

He had relapsed.

Heroin.

It was written all over his face and his teeth. Poor dude, he was probably hating himself for finding himself here again.

I hated hospitals.

I know. Who likes hospitals? But trust me, after Debbie, I had had my fair share of hospital's waiting rooms.

I barely knew Fran, why was I so affected?

Thankfully, Blake was with me and handling everything.

The ride to the hospital, the queue at the welcome desk, the wandering around the depressing hallways to find the proper service.

Fran was not in the emergency department after all; she had been moved to the critical care section.

That was not good news...

We found Zaid pacing around in a hallway. He was very different from his usual light-hearted attitude.

I had not thought about it, that it would be awkward to be the three of us in there.

Were we a love triangle at this point?

I shook his hand.

"Hey, man. I'm sorry I wasn't here this morning. How is she doing?"

Zaid had cried. His eyes were red.

I had cried too, I wondered if he could tell.

I had been opening myself up a lot lately but still, I was not very comfortable with other men knowing that I could have a softer side.

"She's not good..."

"I bet that she's not if they brought her to the hospital. But what does she have exactly?"

I was nervous, impatient.

I could have been more understanding, taken it easy on Zaid. After all, he had done the most difficult part. But I was very shaky myself and that did not bring the best out of me.

Zaid looked at me. His eyes were tearing up again, he was grave.

"Joe. I don't think Fran's going to make it."

I gulped and spontaneously looked for Blake's hand.

I reached it and he held me tightly.

"Fucking hell... She was performing just a few days ago." I grunted.

"I know, but that's exactly what she wanted; To keep going until the very end."

"The very end... God... You're right, I just can't believe it."

I sat down on a chair, stunned.

My heart was hurting so much, I wanted to puke.

Blake sat right next to me, and Zaid kept on pacing around.

"She was already unconscious when I arrived for lunch. She was passed out in the kitchen. I didn't know what to do so I called Blake, and then, I called the ambulance because she was barely breathing... Maybe I've lost too much time."

"You've done everything that could." Blake told him, while holding my hand.

Should he not be comforting his boyfriend instead?

I felt awful.

I let go of his hand and I talked to Zaid.

"Kid, you've done much more than anybody else would have. And I'm not just talking about today. You've been taking care of Fran for months. You have no idea how grateful she's been for you. She loves you."

He wiped some tears from his face, trying to collect himself.

"I've never pushed for her to get her treatments, maybe she could have been fine if I had. I should have insisted."

I chuckled.

"As if you could have convinced her of doing anything! She was stubborn as one can be."

"I suppose..."

"Do you think we should call her kids?" I asked.

"I already have, as soon as I got here. I got one of them, the eldest, he's gonna let the rest of his brothers know."

"Let's wait and watch them, the vultures, all coming around for the succession. What does she have, two from a second marriage and one with her last husband?"

"Yes, that's it."

Zaid remained silent and we stayed there for nearly a half hour before we could talk to a doctor.

He talked a lot of gibberish, as doctors do, but in the end, it was pretty much the same thing that Zaid had told me earlier.

Fran had refused to be hooked up to a machine or to be artificially kept alive in any way, and she would not make it another day.

This is when I decided to call Sergio.

He had been a good friend to Fran for years and he would have probably wanted to say good bye. He deserved to know.

It meant that three men I had slept with would be gathered in the waiting room, and I almost started to hysterically laugh when I thought about it.

I was very much on edge.

The phone call with Sergio quickly brought me back to reality.

"You're already missing me? My asshole is barely recovering form yesterday night." He joked.

The silly "bottoms' competition" and threesome felt like it had happened years ago.

I was in a totally different state of mind.

"Sergio, I... I'm not calling to joke around."

"Why so serious? Has something happened with your daughter because of Eric? Look, man, this was not that bad. The guy spends most of his time exposing his body at the gym! He's not that prude!"

"This has nothing to do with that. It's about Fran."

Sergio's light tone immediately disappeared for a much more serious one.

"What's going on with Fran?"

"She's in the hospital and this is very serious. Sergio, you should come, she's going to..."

I could not finish my sentence; I had tremors in my throat.

"Shit. Is she conscious?"

"No... She passed out or fell in her home, and she had been brought to the hospital. She had not woken up since then and... Sergio, she probably won't survive this."

There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the line.

"Okay." Sergio eventually said. "I'm coming. Everyone at the bar will understand. I mean, Fran is a friend of everyone there. Actually no, she's not a friend, she's the soul of the place."

I hung up the phone and I had to walk away from the others. I knew I was about to snap.

I needed to breathe.

I saw an exit sign and I blindly followed it; I climbed a few flights of stairs and I found myself on the rooftop of the hospital.

Fresh air, exactly what I needed.

They were growing plants there, a nice tended garden. There was a beautiful view of Sacramento beneath it as well.

There, I could cry in peace.

If I thought I had broken down with Blake earlier, this was nothing compared to what was happening there. There came the tsunami!

It was not only about Fran.

I was getting everything out: Debbie's sickness and her death, the years I had spent fucking men afterwards while being emotionless inside, the Summer I had spent with Blake, the guilt, Liv... My Liv, attempting to kill herself and to kill us all, all because of me... And Blake, again, the break-up, the distance, the knowledge that he was pursuing his life with somebody else...

And now, Fran was leaving.

Forever.

And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

I screamed. But it was not a "normal" yelling. I very much sounded like a hurt animal. A defeated beast, who had been holding everything in for too long.

I was not so different from the heroin addict on the first floor.

I was shaking just as much as he did, and it started raining over me. Cold December rain.

"Joe?"

I jumped in surprise.

Blake (and his lumberjack jacket) was there, like an apparition.

I tried to quickly wipe my tears off my face but I could not fool anyone, and especially not Blake.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I saw you climbing the stairs, I thought that maybe you needed a moment but... Then... I got worried."

"I'm not gonna jump from the roof." I chuckled.

"Please, don't even make jokes on stuff like that."

"Sorry."

"The doctor said that we'll be able to see Fran in an hour or so."

"Is she awake?"

Blake nodded his head no.

"She's not going to wake up, Joe."

I gulped.

I had stopped crying. To be honest, it had been very good to let it all out.

Who would have thought?

Blake came towards me and we sat on the ledge of the roof-top garden. It was raining on us. He looked beautiful as always.

I let him lay his head on my large shoulder. It was made for this.

"Aren't you with your boyfriend?" I asked him.

"My boyfriend?"

"Zaid needs you too, you know. I'm being for real. He probably needs you more than I do... He was very close to Fran, and he's gonna need some help to get over this."

"Well, I'll be there for him. He's been a great friend to me."

"Just a friend?"

"Yes!" Blake straightened up and forced me to look at him. "He's not my boyfriend."

"It's not what I've heard."

"From whom? Where did you get this idea?"

That was a good question, now that I was thinking about it, I did not remember anyone actually telling me that Blake and Zaid were together.

"You two are so close... I've just assumed. He loves you; you know."

This, he had told me directly.

"Maybe, but... I don't love him. Not like that anyway."

Blake's brown hair was all wet because of the rain. It was abnormally cold for Sacramento.

"Come here." I told him, using my own jacket to put above his face.

"Do you want to go down?"

"Nah... I'd rather stay here with you, under the rain, than waiting in this depressing room."

He smiled at me.

He looked way too cute for me not to do anything. I leaned over to kiss him.

He did not push me away. On the contrary, the tentative kiss became a passionate one, until I threw away the jacket that I was holding so I could French-kiss him while grabbing his face.

It reminded me of the hottest summer of my life.

We had not made out like this in months.

"Joe... I miss you..." He whispered in my ear.

It was like a firework had exploded in my stomach.

Judging by the way Blake was getting all over me, I bet it was pretty much the same thing for him.

We fell in the soil, in the middle of the plantations.

We would ruin the hard-work of the gardeners. Patients, doctors, who was taking care of this square of plants anyway?

I would give a donation to the hospital to compensate. But for now, I was too happy feeling Blake's soft skin against mine.

He was the one to lift my shirt off and to take things in an even naughtier direction.

I let him do it. How was I supposed to resist?

We would get dirty but I did not give a fuck.

[Chapter 20 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 20: Relapse (part 2)

"Hmmm... Daddy..." Blake sniffed and licked my hairy armpits.

I grabbed his ass, felt his bubble butt underneath his tight jeans. This juicy bum belonged to me.

"Kiss me, Blake... Kiss me again..." I pleaded.

We were fully lying in the dirt when we made out some more.

If we had thought about fucking beforehand, we would have probably picked a much different location, but the libido wants what he wants.

We were unable to control our urges.

I was relapsing into my own very specific drug, hardcore.

I did not take Blake's shirt off, but I slid down his trousers while we were still kissing. We played with our saliva as I slapped his butt.

He licked my neck in return.

"Fuck... I missed that!" I growled.

"Me too... So, so much..."

He was licking my nipples while rubbing my bulge with his right hand.

"Hmmm... Blakey... You're making me hard."

He fetched my monster-cock out of my pants.

I was so fucking horny.

I thought I remembered someone saying that grief was the strongest libido, once on television. Whoever that man was, he was damn right.

"Hmmm... You're so big, daddy."

"Yes... Yes... Stroke that cock, babe."

He spat on his own hands and jerked my bone with them.

He had not lost any of his skills. I am not kidding, the boy's touch was something close to magical, sending waves of pleasure to my body at every single stroke.

The rain intensified even more as he started sucking me off.

It was turning into an impressive storm; the sky was almost fully dark despite the fact that it was the middle of the afternoon.

Blake swallowed my shaft and choked on it.

I gently thrusted my hips to fuck his throat. And then, I was not so gentle anymore. Blakey liked it rough; it was just a fact.

It was hard to say if he was drooling that much on my balls or if it was the rain.

We were both drenched.

Blake kissed my cockhead and licked my shaft until he reached my heavy balls sack.

I slid down my pants a little more and I spread my thighs.

"Lick my asshole!" I demanded.

"Yes, Daddy!"

He shoved his tongue inside of me and I moaned. I produced another guttural sound but it had nothing to do with my sad howl from earlier.

I had found the medicine to all of my troubles... And he was eating my messy ass like a champion!

"Go back to my cock... Yes... Good Lord... Blakey..."

"Mff... Delicious... Hmmff..."

I grabbed his wet hair and I guided him around. He was such an obedient slut when he wanted to.

Blakey was making me feel so good, much better than any GrindR date, much better than any threesome I could have had.

I was even surprised that I had been able to stop fucking him for so long. My cock was demanding him!

I made Blake turn around so I could see his wet ass. The droplets of rain were deliciously dripping inside his ass-crack.

Two glistening apple cheeks were looking at me.

"Sit on my face."

Blake's cock throbbed at that thought.

He was towering over me as I was lying in the dirt turned into mud, shirtless with my pants down to my ankles.

He seemed to appreciate that sight, his cock was already precumming all over my face and upper-chest.

"As you wish, Sir..."

He winked at me before squatting on my face.

My nose when straight inside his crack before I lodged my tongue in there to rim him as he rightfully deserved.

He started moaning like an excited bitch and I grabbed his cock which was pulsating somewhere over me, to send him to the edge.

I loved being the reason why he was having so much pleasure.

In a way, this thought was even more enjoyable than my own pleasure.

That being said, as I was about to drown in his ass... and in the mud, I did lift him up to take a breath.

"Holding up, old man?" He teased me.

"Come sit on my cock, we'll see how you're holding up yourself!" I dared him.

His genuine cheeky smile was saying it all.

He had been waiting for this! Blake was craving my cock as much as I was craving his yummy ass.

The rain had not stopped and his grey tee-shirt was soaking wet. It was glued against his abs and pecs.

I wanted to eat him up; he looked damn hot.

Blake kissed me, - he must have tasted his own musky hole -, and he took a step back to impale himself on my big threatening dick.

I was hard as a rock and throbbing like a boat in the middle of a storm.

In all fairness, we were quite in a literal storm ourselves.

I had already fucked people outside, in the nature, hell, I had already fucked Blake in a field, but never in such a poor and chaotic weather.

That added a dramatic feel to our fucking session which I did not dislike.

Blake sat on my cock and just as if we had fucked the day prior, I filled him up easily, finding my way in his tight but stretched asshole, until I reached and stimulated his prostate.

"Oh yeeeeeees!"

He literally yelled, thank God for the wind and heavy rain, nobody could hear him.

I let him jump up and down on my cock but I had to take the control back.

While I was still buried deep inside of him, I lifted him up and we switched position until he was on all fours, and I was fucking him from behind.

Not exactly what I was looking for when I moved him around, but certainly good enough!

We messed some more of the plants.

I would send a bigger check to the hospital.

Do not judge me, I actually did! I made them a donation before returning to the farm. Because yes, I did return to the farm.

But more on that later.

I drilled Blake's asshole under the storm for a good ten minutes until his ass was neatly wrecked. My balls were fapping loudly and at a steady rhythm against his bum.

Then, I had him deepthroat me once again so I could cum in his throat.

The boy nutted at the exact same time.

What a slut...

We burst out laughing when we were done.

The rain finally stopped and looking around us, it looked like a war scene. I was covered in mud, some of my clothes were in a nasty puddle, Blake's clothes were covered in dirt, he even had some on his gorgeous face.

Also, we were both soaking wet, shaking from the cold.

"Wait... Weren't we supposed to say our last good bye to a dying woman?" I remarked.

"Jesus Christ..." Blake muttered.

I laughed even harder.

The nerves, no doubt.

More or less, we tried to fix ourselves up before going down. The moment was quite intimate, Blake was taking care of me and I was taking care of him.

There was quite a lot do to look somewhat presentable.

"I've just realized something, Blakey."

"What?"

"We had sex both in the underground and on the rooftop of that very hospital. I assume that people fuck in the parking lot all the time but doing both might be a first!"

He chuckled.

"Damn, you're right. I hadn't thought about that."

The staircase was a good decompression chamber before returning in Fran's critical care service.

We needed that moment to calm down and to remind ourselves about the seriousness of the situation.

When we met with the others in the hall, Blake and I were no longer laughing. The recreation was over.

Sergio was here, he greeted me when I arrived.

"This is Blake." I told awkwardly.

"Hi, Blake. I'm Joe's..." Sergio looked at me. "Friend?"

I guess this was a proper choice of word.

Sex-friends may have been more accurate but was not really hospital friendly.

I saw in Blake's eyes that he immediately understood that Sergio and I were more than just friends. And I saw in Sergio's eyes that he got the point that he had met his main challenger for my cock... and my heart.

Zaid was sitting in a sofa, dead-silent.

He really was breaking my heart.

Damn. And I had just fucked the man he was in love with. What kind of asshole was I?!

"You have dirt in your hair." Sergio told me a bit later. "And cum on your forearm." He added.

"Shit."

I went to the bathroom to fix myself up.

I did not know if Sergio was mad at me. He did not seem like it, but that was neither the time nor the place to make a scene.

Would he have a reason to be jealous?

Was it wrong that I had relapsed with Blake?

Honestly, this day felt too surreal to have any sort of a clear idea of what was going on, in my head, my heart, or my cock.

When I came back from the bathroom, everyone was standing up. The doctor was there, with the face of someone who is bearing some very bad news.

My stomach hurt.

"You can go see her, gentlemen. She's in the coma but she may be able to hear you... We do not think she is going to stay that way for much longer. You have to prepare yourself for saying goodbye. Is her close family there?"

"Her children could not be there on time." Zaid explained.

"You are her close family." I intervened.

Zaid was trembling.

Blake helped him getting to the bedroom where Fran was spending her last hour alive. Damn, that was tough.

We were all very moved.

I did not cry when I saw her. I guess that I had done all the crying that I needed earlier.

I did say a few words to Fran. I did not think that she could hear or understand me, but I thanked her for the hand she had extended to me when I needed it the most.

Sergio played some of her favourite songs, including some from her own career.

He told her that the jazz club would never be the same without her.

It was true.

We let Zaid had a longer and more private moment with Fran.

Ultimately, she died as he was alone with her. Peacefully and exactly like she had wanted.

She had not lived more than a day once her general state had deteriorated.

The sun came back when she left us for good.

Good-bye Fran.

[To be continued]

 

[gay_slave_]

Joe and Blake did reunite in the worst way possible... Sad to think that Fran was just introduced to make Joe and Blake get-together again when she dies...
She was a great character even if she was in some chapters.
This shows us that erotic stories aren't just about sex...
🕊

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Joe and Blake did reunite in the worst way possible... Sad to think that Fran was just introduced to make Joe and Blake get-together again when she dies...
She was a great character even if she was in some chapters.
This shows us that erotic stories aren't just about sex...
🕊

Thanks for your comment.

I just want to react on one thing: Fran was not "just introduced to make Joe and Blake get-together again when she dies".

I totally see what you mean but this is not how I write my stories.

I don't have "precise purposes" for secondary characters in the main story-line when I introduce them.

I simply try to follow the characters and where they lead me.

It is tough to explain and I'm not sure that I can, but in my views, Fran was in the story just because she was. Like, it made sense as I wrote it, I imagined her, I imagined she was sick and how she was living with her disease, I imagined her family, her past career, the mansion... And then it imposed itself to me that she had to die.

Then, I thought this was indeed making sense this tragic event would reunite Joe and Blake, at the very least for the time being.

I receive questions quite often about my "writing process", I hope this reply gives a bit of an answer.

Generally I know where the book and main characters are heading but as I write, I let myself being carried away without a specific plan. I introduce characters I had not thought about initially, I add dilemmas and sex to the plot.

There are a few things set in stone obviously, for instance, I knew writing the end of A Summer at the Farm that Olivia was the one setting fire to the farm but until writing A Fall in the City I was not sure how the reveal would play out and how Joe would react to the news.

This is also why I don't publish anything on my Patreon before having tons of chapters ready because once everything is clearer on where the story is headed, I sometimes go back to include minor details to help the whole thing making sense as an entire book.

Anyway, in this case, when I introduced Fran, I knew she was sick, I knew she might die in the book, but I had no idea her death would happen in those circumstances and that Joe and Blake would fuck on the hospital roof ahah. This came way later on in my writing process.

xx

 

[Ahan29]

Dear writer

I just…. imagine fucking every bit of those scenarios while reading…..too sensual, sexual, heartwarming, romantic and the way of story writing is fantastic, I will wait for the next chapter please post as soon as possible…love u.

Your reader.

 

[citizen8282]

This has become my favorite story. Before you mentioned Joe was going back to the farm I was already wondering what is going to happen between Joe and Blake. How long can they keep going? If not with Blake Joe would be a very lonely man in the farm.

 

[bulova123]

R. I. P Fran
Blake fucks Joe now.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Next chapter will be posted here tomorrow.

 

[bulova123]

O próximo capítulo será postado aqui amanhã.

Uau.
Tank you

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 21: The Will, the Funerals and the Snow (Part 1)

Zaid, Sergio, Blake and I.

It was no longer a love triangle; it was a fucking square.

Although “love triangle” may not have been the most appropriate term in this case.

Aside from Zaid who had confessed his love for Blake to me, who actually was in love with each other in that group?

Well… Could I keep ignoring the voice in my head telling me to run for Blake?

Following Fran’s death, I was tempted many times to call or to text him. I realized that I had never replied to his text from the night of his break-up with Liv, a couple months prior.

Shame on me.

He told me that he was not into Zaid, that they were not together… Was it true?

For God’s sake, I knew that I had an impressive humongous dick but was not it obvious that Blake would have been happier with his football mate? Why on Earth would he prefer me other him?

Zaid was a damn Angel. He was beautiful, a freaking sport jock, he was sweet and generous while I was too old, too raunchy and, as this story has proven many times, selfish.

I had packed my stuff to leave the castle as I assumed that I was homeless after Fran’s death but Zaid had asked to see me there the day right after.

Already, Sergio had suggested that I should move in with him until the farm was ready.

I was not a big fan of the idea and I told him so.

If the (messy) rooftop sex with Blake had taught me one thing, it was that I was not feeling for Sergio the way I was feeling for Blakey.

We had been playing with the “friends with benefits” idea for a while, but I did not want to entertain any false hope with Sergio, especially in a context where we would be living together.

It was way too committal when I knew that we had no future.

Do not get me wrong, the bartender was a great guy, but I had simply never caught feelings.

Besides, now that I had seen (and fucked) Blake again, everything and everyone else seemed bland in comparison.

Tommy, also known as “BigTrunk69”, texted me so we could meet again, but I was plainly not interested.

When he learnt about Fran, he apologized for reaching to me for a meaningless fucking session in such a difficult time.

He did not have to apologize, and frankly, this had nothing to do with any lack of libido.

Maybe I should not admit this but losing Fran had had zero impact on my sex drive.

I was as horny as usual… Meaning, constantly.

The thing was, I was not craving Sergio, or Tommy, or even Zaid for that matter, there was a single man occupying my thoughts and making my monster cock rise.

Yes, the relapse was very real.

I had resisted for months, ignored my true feelings, done everything to forget Blakey, but one afternoon with him and I was back in square one.

Anyway, as planned, I met with Zaid in Fran’s living room the day following her death.

“How are you holding up, kid?” I hugged him.

“I’m fine. We all knew it would end like that. Right?”

Zaid did not seem fine but I left him some space.

“I suppose. Well, I’m ready to leave. It’s only a matter of a couple of weeks before I have the green light to live inside the farm again. I’ll get by in the meantime.”

“You don’t have to leave, Joe. Fran would have wanted you to stay for as long as you needed.”

“Yes, maybe, but she’s no longer here and I don’t intend to cohabitate with her ungrateful children. Not that they would want me there anyway.”

“Her sons are not coming, at least, not in here.”

“Why?”

Zaid made a weird face, like he was ashamed of something.

“They don’t get the castle.” He sighed. “They inherit from the rights on her music, which are valued at a lot, from a couple of residential homes she had in the countryside, from most of her money, but not from this place.”

“Who gets the castle, then?”

Zaid looked at the floor.

“Me.” He muttered.

“You?!”

“I know… This is crazy. I swear I’ve never asked for anything! I don’t understand what happened, what went through her mind, her lawyers called me last night and I saw them this morning. Fran had all the paperwork giving me the mansion made behind my back.”

I was surprised at first, but thinking about it, it made a lot of sense.

“I think she’s made a good decision.” I stated, genuinely. “You’ve been there through the toughest part of her life.”

“I didn’t help her to get through anything… I… Joe, her kids are going to hate me. I’m sure they’ll challenge it in front of a Court but Fran’s already dealt with everything. I can even be helped by her lawyers, she has pre-paid them, it’s all in the will.”

“Wow… 22 and you own the most beautiful mansion of Sacramento.”

He chuckled.

“Insane… I’ve not even told my parents yet.”

“Who have you told?”

“Well, you, right now and… Blake.”

Of course, he had told Blake, I thought, somehow bitter.

My jealousy was misplaced, I am aware.

“It’s gonna be quite the change from your dorm room!” I told him.

“God. I don’t think I’m even gonna move here. I… I just need to think about what I should do with this place.”

“Look, this is yours and I don’t want to overstep. You should still have the place for yourself, and invite Blake in if you want to.”

My stomach hurt at that suggestion but for once, I tried to take a page out of Zaid’s book and not be so selfish.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve told you, Fran wanted you here and I intend to respect her wishes. Besides, as you said, it’s not like you’re gonna stay here for months.”

“I leave in 13 days.”

“See… Anyway, that was not the only reason why I wanted to see you.”

“What now?”

Zaid searched in a green bag that he had brought with him. He got a folder from it with a pile of paperwork.

I hated legal documents and whatnot. I had always had.

“Take that and read it, I’m not the only one mentioned in Fran’s will.” Zaid said.

I did not understand where he was going at, at first.

It was so surreal that I would be part of Fran’s will that my mind simply did not go there.

I started reading.

“I don’t understand shit, mate. I’m not a freaking lawyer. I don’t get this bullshit.”

“Just go to the table at the end. Last page.”

There was a list of names, about forty of them. I recognized Zaid, Sergio and Alfonzo’s names, and mine, right below.

Numbers were attached to them.

I read out loud.

“Joe Peterson – 100.000 U.S. dollars.”

“Seems like you’re richer too.” Zaid commented.

I let go of the paper like it could burn my hands.

“What the fuck is that?”

I had never been gifted anything aside for the old farm from my parents after their death, but I had certainly never been given that much money.

I had been friends with Fran for three months, top. What was she thinking?

“Easy with handling the paperwork, Joe. It is literally worth millions.”

Zaid picked up the piece of paper which had fallen on the floor to get it back neatly inside the folder.

“100 grands! That’s madness.”

“Man, I inherited a fucking castle, that’s the mad part.”

I laughed.

“Fran was a mad woman…”

“Don’t you say that, it’s exactly what her kids are going to pretend to annul the donations.”

“Should we worry about that?”

“Not according to Fran’s… well, to my lawyers. She has still left her children with a lot of money to keep them busy and happy, and she has drafted every line of her will with financial and legal advisors, having it confirmed by bailiffs and courts just a couple weeks ago. They have no case to refute the donations. She was very much sane.”

I sat in the sofa.

Or rather, I fell in it, stunned.

One hundred grands, falling in my pocket. I did not deserve it.

“Why do I feel bad about this?” I spoke.

“Now, you get where I’m at with this damn castle.”

Zaid looked at the high ceiling of the mansion which was now his.

“And how rich was she really? Good God!”

“Yeah, I knew that she was loaded but certainly not to this degree…”

We stayed silent for a little while, and then, he said something else which almost shook me just as much as the content of the will.

“Is there something going on between you and Blake?” He asked out of nowhere.

Shit.

He was direct.

What was I supposed to answer that?

I tried with the truth.

“Yes, there’s been something between us.”

“And now?”

“Now, I have no idea. I think Blake deserves someone his age and…”

Zaid cut me off.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t speak for Blake. Only him knows what he wants.”

I looked at Zaid’s brown almost black eyes.

“Yes… You’re right on that.”

Zaid sighed.

“I have to go; I have a lot of things to care of. I guess we’ll see each other at the funerals.”

“What should I do in the meantime, in here?” I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Just make sure that my house doesn’t break down. Tend the garden, I don’t know.”

I smiled at him.

“You’ve got this.”

He left and I started to think about all the things I could do with that $100.000 check.

“Thank you, Fran…” I talked in the air.

She did not reply.

*

I did not get to see neither Zaid nor Blake until we met again at the funerals.

They happened two days later and they were hundreds of people present, maybe closer to a thousand.

Fran’s old friends, her chauffeur, her cook, - Alfonzo had taken the hit of losing Fran very hard -, her musicians, the staff from the jazz club including Sergio, and many of the regular clients, her three children were there too, - I had very much diabolized them but they seemed genuinely affected and, in the end, I felt terribly for them, I know what it was like to lose a mother, - and among the crowd, many people Fran did not know personally, fans of Lova Lova, who sometimes had travelled many miles to say a last goodbye to the singer.

Her death had made it to the headlines of the Sacramento’s papers. She also had a few mentions in the national news. Her music was trending on Spotify.

I thought the funerals were beautiful and I knew that Zaid had played a large part in organizing them.

Another reason to praise him.

Blake and I greeted each other politely, but believe it or not, we refrained from fucking on a tomb stone.

As it turned out, we did have some limits after all!

Olivia was also present, somewhere in the crowd.

When Blake and I said goodbyes though, I could not help myself from sharing something a little more personal.

“Blake, I meant to text you but…”

“But what?”

He stared at me, jaded.

“Frankly, I just didn’t have the words. And I don’t mean only for the past few days. I tried to text you after the proposal to Liv, after the break-up, but I could not find the right way to talk to you.”

Blake’s face was very hard to read.

“I don’t think this is the place to talk about this shit.” He eventually said.

“Agreed. This is why I wanted to invite you over to the castle. Maybe for a dinner?”

“You want to fuck me again?” He asked abruptly.

I was surprised by his reaction.

“I mainly wanted to talk.” I almost stopped there but I did add a very telling. “But…”

Clearly, sex was never out of the question with Blake.

Blake chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully.

Phew, he did not seem like he was mad.

“I can come by the castle tomorrow night? You’re gonna leave town soon, right?”

“Right. But I’ll be there tomorrow. I’ll cook something.”

It was a date, or sort of.

[Chapter 21 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Chapter 21: The Will, the Funerals and the Snow (Part 2)

I am not sure there is a word in the English dictionary to describe whatever was the purpose of this “meeting”.

All I knew was that it was time for Blake and I to have a serious talk, whatever it might lead to.

I had tried to forget him but he was still living in my head, rent free. We needed to find a way out.

I had a drink with Sergio after the funerals.

He had organized an event at the jazz club to pay homage to Lova Lova.

Him too, did not know what to do with the money Fran had given him. He thought about investing it in the bar.

We drank some scotch, we talked about Fran, and before I left, he told me what I already knew to be true.

“You’re very distant since Fran’s death. You’re different too.”

“Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize, I’m just saying. I hope you’re doing okay, Joe.”

“I’m doing well… I… I should have been there for you these last few days, but… It feels like that would be something couples would do.”

“And God forbids we do anything a couple would do. Right?”

“Come on, Sergio. That’s not fair.”

“I’m not mad and I get it. We’ve never promised each other anything.”

Maybe he was getting it, but he definitely looked angry.

“I’m leaving in ten days.” I told as a poor justification.

“That’s not the point and you know it. If you wanted to be with me, you wouldn’t care about this. I mean, sure, you live in the middle of nowhere, but the middle of nowhere turns out to be not so far away from Sacramento.”

“What do you want me to say? I’m just honouring my part of our deal. We’ve always been clear about not wanting a relationship. I thought you were seeing other people too, that you didn’t want to be with me?”

He sipped in his glass.

“You’re right. I guess it’s about my ego.”

“Look, Sergio, I just don’t want us to get too close, like romantically, and for things to become complicated.”

“And the sex?”

I sighed.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I think I’m going to withdraw from meaningless or emotionless sex for a little while.”

“I see…”

“I’m sorry, Sergio, if I…”

“You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m fine and we’re good.”

Thank God he was a mature man.

“So we can remain friends?”

“Of course, we can. Can I ask one question though?”

“What question?”

“Do you think that there’s someone on this Earth able to make this closed farmer’s heart beat again?”

I chuckled.

“Who knows?”

We drank one last glass in honour of Fran.

*

I was like a teenage girl looking for the right outfit for Blake’s visit.

The weather was getting colder as we were entering the winter’s months.

Although, Sacramento does not really experience winter. There had not been snow there since 1976.

Still, it was cold enough not to wear my signature outfit: shirtless with some shorts, riding commando.

Since I had to wear clothes, I surprised myself thinking of what I would look like in this or that, or what would Blake like best.

This was very unlike me.

I used to not give a damn about what the others might think, and look at me now, anxious and over-thinking in front of my luggage.

I had not unpacked since I had almost left a few days earlier.

I growled; I was angry against myself for being so cheesy. In the end, I grabbed the first thing I could find, a white sweater and some blue jeans, and that would be it.

Blake arrived about twenty minutes late for dinner.

I was pacing around.

Alfonzo was no longer there and I had prepared meatballs. Pretty much the only thing I could make.

At this point, I still had no idea of how I wanted the evening to go.

My feelings were mixed between the excitement of a first date, the anxiety before a tough conversation, and the horniness of someone who had not bust his creamy loads for four days.

The last ones having gone straight into Blake’s throat.

Oh, the sweet memories!

Well, I hoped they were sweet for Blakey! I had been told my jizz was tasting great.

He knocked at the door. I had a vivid flashback of the day, seven months earlier, when he had come to the farm.

I was taking a shower back then; I had made him wait on purpose.

I was as asshole, I wanted to toy with my future son-in-law.

And now, I was running to open the door, relieved that he had not stood me up.

“Hey, Blake. Welcome to the castle.”

“Hey.”

Shit.

What were supposed to do. Shaking hands? Fist-bumping? Passionately kissing?

I opted for a (warm) hug.

I recognized his familiar scent and I felt immediately better.

“Come on in, I’ve made meatballs.”

He laughed.

“You haven’t changed”

“Why should I have?”

“Yeah, right. Let’s eat the Joe’s classic. Spaghetti and meatballs.”

He removed his jacket. It was the same lumberjack one he was wearing the day Fran died, the day when I pounded his hole on the hospital’s rooftop.

He was wearing a tight white tank-top underneath. He was showcasing his shredded muscles, was he trying to seduce me?

Whether he was intentionally turning me on or not, I wished we could have skipped the meatballs so I could have him as my main course.

As his gaze stopped at my bulge, it was pretty obvious that he was wanting the same thing.

In all fairness, I was already hard and my bulge looked pretty obscene, even in a pair of jeans.

“What do you want to…” I started a sentence that I would never finish.

We had not reached the living-room yet that he had already jumped all over me.

I mean, if we could not keep our hands away from each other in a damn hospital, how were we supposed to behave in an empty mansion after four days without nutting?

I should have seen it coming!

My blue balls were aching in anticipation.

“Fuck me.” Blake demanded as I was already lifting him up in the air.

He was rarely that direct and that made my cock twitched.

I was glad that he was initiating things. I had my doubt whether he still wanted me or if the hospital had just been a mistake, and I did not want to look like the freak coming after him… Although, I definitely was: a freak, and coming after him.

I pushed him against the wall and we started making out while taking off our clothes.

Or should I say, ripping them off.

Too bad for the white tank-top, it was a cool top but it ended up torn apart. Oopsie.

It was not like Blake was any gentler. He could not wait to see me naked. He had thrown my sweat around the first chance that he got.

“You’re feisty tonight.” I told him.

“I know what you’re responding to… It’s the only thing that you want, right? Raw sex?” He grabbed my bulge.

I was startled by the way he had phrased that.

Was there resentment in there?

I was not really in a position to use my brain though. The blood which should have been used for my cerebral activity was fulling my humongous demanding cock instead.

“Because you’re so innocent yourself” I snapped back.

He bit his lips… and then he bit mine.

“Yes, maybe I’m even worse than you when it comes to fucking!”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been two minutes since I’ve asked and I still haven’t felt your cock deep in my ass. Clearly, you’re not so freaky anymore.”

Wow.

I knew it already but I had the confirmation right there.

Blake had changed a lot since his very first day at the farm a day of late-June!

I peeled off his pants roughly and I spanked his bare bubble butt. It jiggled.

That was fucking exciting, especially with the red mark of my massive hand printed all over his left cheek.

“Don’t poke the bear, man. I’m gonna wreck your insides!” I warned him.

He cheekily smiled at me.

“You wouldn’t dare, Daddy?”

I pulled a chair towards me, sat on it, and made Blake bent over my laps.

“Bad boy!”

SPANK

SPANK

SPANK

I slapped his ass three times and for the last hit, I added some saliva in his ass crack. Blake was grunting… But he was also begging for more.

“This is all you’ve got, daddy? I’ve been a very bad boy!”

He was driving me nuts. What was up with my Blakey? He was insatiable!

I bit his ass.

He was laughing now.

“Ouch! You actually hurt me, idiot.” He spoke.

“Sorry…” I replied, sheepishly.

“Give me your ass.”

“What?”

“A bite for a bite.”

What a little prick.

I grabbed his face and forced him down my pecs and nipples.

“Bite that instead!”

He obliged, happily slurping on my hairy male titties.

The juice was already about to fly out from my dick. This was too hot and my nipples were highly sensitive.

Blake started sniffing me and I did the same.

We fell on the floor, almost exactly at the same spot I had caught Zaid running away from the bathroom months before.

We were inhaling each other’s smells like we were animals, I was taking everything in. He was even more shredded and more athletic than before., the jock of all jocks. His pits, his large meaty pecs, his veiny biceps, his six-packs abs… His amazing butt.

“Aaaargh.”

For some reason, it was always bestial, primal, when we were together with Blake.

I could have barked.

I may have barked actually; I cannot remember perfectly.

See, I am still not over the blowjob Blake offered me right afterwards. He quite literally blew my mind!

Blake was the best cock-sucker I knew but he outdid himself that time.

He was deepthroating while pushing his tongue out, bathing my balls as he was servicing my monster cock, buried very deep inside his throat.

I have no idea how he kept breathing with my girthy bone choking him.

His nose was smashed against my pubic hair. His throat and mouth were filled with my heavy leaking meat.

Maybe he was in apnoea for a full minute?

“You’re a King, Blakey. A KING!”

He choked and gagged on my dick. A ton.

I skull-fucked him for a while until he could not hold on anymore.

“Fuck… Fuck…” He panted.

The saliva and my pubic and balls’ hair were dripping from his chin.

“Gimme your cock.”

I thought that he deserved, at the very least, for me to return the favour.

I did my best even though I knew I could never reach his cock-sucking skills.

Whatever I was doing with my lips, he seemed to like it.

“Yes, daddy… Mmmm… Yes, suck my college jock’s dick…”

I kissed his cockhead and stared right at him, grunting above me.

I surprised him with a finger deep inside his asshole to finish my blowjob. Still so tight and warm. I loved this place!

Maybe the surprise was a bit too intense for Blake, he came in my mouth instantly.

“Aaaaaaah… Aaaaahh… Joe… Yes… Fuck, yes! Please… Swallow…”

He did not have to ask; I was already drinking on his nutritious milk.

Swallowing his loads made me feel so slutty that my cock, - that I was not even touching -, exploded simultaneously.

I did not expect that, I was usually pretty good at controlling myself, especially when my dick was not directly stimulated.

Blake was making me weak.

He got on all fours to lick the cum which had dripped down my thighs and stinky feet.

Once again, we had made a big old mess.

“Good boy…” I growled. “Don’t you dare wasting daddy’s cum…”

I had a mouth full of his own juice as I spoke. He was slurping on my big hairy toe.

He straightened up to French-kiss me.

The make-out session was filthy and… full of jizz.

I spat his cum that I was swallowing in his mouth, he did the same with mine, and we repeated the operation several times. I read somewhere that this sexual practice was called snow-balling.

I highly recommend!

I was back to being fully hard once we were done.

And see… It turned out that it could snow in Sacramento after all!

Thankfully, the night was still young!

[To be continued]

 

[citizen8282]

"The night is still young". Of course it is.

 

[bulova123]

Blake is back...

 

[viscountwxyz]

Blake is back...

Considering how that ended last time, this is probably not a good thing.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 22: Spaghetti and Meatballs (Part 1)

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

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

That would make a perfect desert in fact.

"Spaghetti and meatballs." I announced.

"I'm starving."

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

The boy was excited.

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

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

Oopsie.

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

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

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

Blake chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

"I get it. It's tough."

"What is?"

"Navigating life and relationships."

"Clearly, you should know..."

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

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

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

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

He was outrageously sexy.

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

I scanned his naked body from head to toes.

"I have several ideas in mind..."

"With cooking, I mean."

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

He looked down at my semi-hard cock.

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

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

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

His bare bum was bouncing in the door-frame.

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

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

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

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

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

"How is college life going for you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I talked more seriously.

"Yes, because of me."

"Liv did it."

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

He was no longer laughing, nor smiling.

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

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

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

Blake looked disappointed, or just annoyed.

"Yes, I do."

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

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

"What's that even supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean."

He stood up.

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

"I care about you!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was stunned.

He had laid it all there.

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

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

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

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

"What now?"

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

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

I felt like a complete idiot.

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

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

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

The 40+ redneck from Utah.

I drank another glass of wine.

I needed it.

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

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

"You're not alone in this."

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

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

I stared in his brown eyes.

His face had softened up.

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

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

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

He smiled and even blushed a little.

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

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

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

I burst out laughing.

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

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

I grabbed his gorgeous face tenderly.

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

"Why would you want to switch us off?"

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

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

I caressed his cheek.

"I cannot un-love you either."

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

My heart was beating loud and fast in my chest.

[Chapter 22 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Chapter 22: Spaghetti and Meatballs (Part 2)

"We definitely are, and I love you."

There I had said it.

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

I tasted the tomato sauce on his lips. Delicious.

I wanted more, always.

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

"I love you, Joe."

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

"I know."

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

I kissed him again. I could not get enough.

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

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

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

Fair.

I laughed not to cry.

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

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

"I love you, Blake."

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

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

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

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

The kiss brought us to the living room.

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

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

"You smell good, baby."

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

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

That felt the opposite of "doing something wrong".

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

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

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

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

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

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

His own fingers were lingering on my hairy back.

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

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

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

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

I spat out in his itching hole.

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

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

Blake was using his legs to spread his anus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got some precum in my eyes.

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

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

That was genuine as can be!

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

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

"Oh daddy, yes, yes!"

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

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

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

I managed to slide a third finger inside.

This was becoming interesting.

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

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

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

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

"Exactly!" I howled triumphantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, I stopped torturing him with my fingers.

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

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

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

He looked so submissive, so beautiful.

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

Because that was exactly what Blakey was: Mine!

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

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

"Are you okay, babe?"

His face was all red.

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

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

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

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

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

I dry-humped him.

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

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

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

"Yes! God, yes!"

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

He was almost crying in pleasure and anticipation.

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

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

"I... Hmmm..."

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

My dick slid right in.

"Take it deep, baby..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing could compare to this moment with Blake.

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

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

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

"Never let me go..."

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

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

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

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

I was ramming his prostate.

"Yes, honey?"

"I'm gonna..."

"You can cum, baby."

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

"Are you sure, Daddy?"

I kissed him once again.

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

"Aaaaah..."

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

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

"I love you, Blakey."

"I love you, Joe."

I caressed his hair.

"Can you stay over tonight?"

He nodded yes.

"I'd love that."

"Let's eat some actual dessert and then, we'll go to bed. Together."

He smiled at me.

Blake was gorgeous.

[To be continued]

 

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Who's ready for the last couple chapters? Do you think Blake and Joe can really make it work or do you think their story was doomed from the start?