A FALL IN THE CITY
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Chapter 24: A Winter in his Arms (Part 1)
Seven days in Heaven.
That was what I had been given.
For an entire week before I had to go back to Utah, Blake and I were living in the castle by ourselves, as a young couple in their honey-moon phase.
Zaid had planned to move in during the Christmas Holiday break.
He was not sure what he would do with the mansion since his dreamed football career would certainly happen outside of Sacramento, but I trusted that he was smart enough to make the right decision.
Zaid had proven to be much more down to Earth than many people, including myself, in the past few months.
In the meantime, I could enjoy the castle for a few more days, sharing it with my baby.
Trust me, Blake and I surely took full advantage of the place.
We fucked in every single room... and there were a whole lot of them!
Aside from a few lunches I had with Olivia, - we were doing fine even if she did not want for my boyfriend to join us (for obvious reasons) -, and from Blake going to practice or classes a few hours a day, - I do not think he was very dedicated to any of it -, we were wrapped in each other's arms 24/7.
The two magnets had finally reunited and it seemed impossible to un-glue us.
My cock felt right at home in Blake's wet asshole.
My tongue belonged in his mouth.
My fingers were meant to caress his back and his slightly hairy chest.
As I was about to leave and as Blake had one more semester to complete before graduating from college, we tried to make the best of our short time together.
Blake insisted often on his wish to follow me to the farm but I refused that he dropped-out for me.
In the back of my mind, I was thinking that he may one day, and maybe soon enough, regret his choice and there was no way I would let him sacrifice his whole life for the sake of being with me.
I was 22 years older than he was, realistically, and even if we removed Olivia from the equation, our relationship had many reasons to fail.
I did not want it to fail but I had to think that this was a possibility.
However, Blake seemed to be sure of himself.
"Last Summer's been a revelation for me, and not only for the reasons you think, Joe." He told me once.
"What do I think? Tell me!"
"The sex, us being together, me turning gay... Sure, it's all part of it, but also, I've learned what I liked doing with my days. For the first time ever, I felt like I was at the right place, using my bare hands, sweating my ass off, doing some manual labour and working outside."
"Wouldn't you miss the city?"
"It's the farm that I'm missing right now. And the only reason why we're happy here, it's because we live in a damn huge castle."
"And because we're together." I corrected him.
He smiled and kissed me.
We were lying in bed, naked and intertwined. I was patting his hair and he was laying his head on my pecs.
"Yes, we're happy because we're together." He confirmed.
I stood my ground though.
I wanted Blake to join me at the farm as soon as possible but one semester away was nothing, and the farm was only a few hours' drive from Sacramento after all.
We could see each other plenty during the week-ends.
Blake grunted, told me that I was not his father and that he could do the fuck he wanted, but I told him that the farm was my own place and that he was only welcomed there the following June.
That was it.
He was mad at me for saying that but I fucked him on the washing machine (set at full pace on centrifuging mode) to redeem myself.
It worked!
There was nothing a good banging session could not fix.
Blake relaxed with his hole coating with my fresh sperm and we started to plan our life together, being in a long-distance relationship.
Very unlike the character I had built for myself in the past fifteen years, I was adamant to talk things through.
My new motto was: there should not be any taboo subject or miscommunication.
See, my usual bluntness was not always a bad thing. I simply had to use it more efficiently, at the service of a better communication of my needs and of my partner's wishes.
Very quickly, there was no doubt that Blake and I wanted our relationship to work and that we were committed to each other.
The sex was freaking amazing but we were trying to build something stronger than our ineluctable physical attraction.
I found myself being romantic, sweet, and attentive to his needs.
I cooked for Blake, we worked-out together, we played video games, - he taught me and I had fun learning shooting prostitutes in Gran Theft Auto -, we were like best mates turned hardcore lovers as soon as were back in the mood.
And to be fair, we were pretty much in the mood at all time!
One thing that I would regret from the castle was the multiple bathrooms it had, including one with a very large bathtub.
The thing could have easily fit three people in, therefore, even a big guy like me felt like I was in a luxurious jacuzzi whenever I was taking a hot bath.
But you see where I am getting with that...
I was rarely alone in the damn tub!
Taking a shower together had become a routine every morning and every night while Blake was living on the farm with me.
In the castle, we continued this pattern, only using the spacious bathtub instead.
We could either lie face to face, my feet lying on his broad footballer shoulders, or Blake would lie over my body, rubbing his back against my chest, and his ass against my cock.
We would not always fuck per se, sometimes, we would just be caressing each other.
There was no much difference between sex, foreplay, and our daily lives since it felt like we were evolving in a constant sensual and erotic vibe.
A quick peck on the lips could turn in a second into a full blowjob or a hardcore sodomy.
More rarely, only once actually, I was the one lying on top of Blake's naked body in the bathtub.
I was afraid to hurt him, - I weighed more than he did -, but the college jock was stronger than I thought.
We were cuddling tenderly in the lukewarm water, the bubbles disappearing from the surface, and I was relaxing, feeling Blake's hard cock naturally lodging itself in my ass crack.
Blake had not fucked me since the day he had his cast removed at the hospital, when we had banged in the parking lot.
I missed it... His firm dick in my no-longer-virgin asshole.
As often, we did not have to discuss it. Things happened organically.
As I was rubbing myself against his junks, Blake used soap as a lube and he entered my asshole slowly.
I barely acknowledged that gradually, his cock was no longer only pushing against my hole, but it was breaking in.
"Hmmm..." I moaned as I felt the tip of his dick in me.
"Oh, daddy... You're tight..." Blake whispered in my ears.
I was.
I moved slightly and I buried myself deeper on his cock.
"Open me up, Blakey... I'm ready..." I muttered.
He was massaging my pecs and my nipples as he was penetrating my hole. That was exactly what I needed.
I was using my two hands to stroke my own demanding cock. Joe Junior was semi-immersed in the water; my blue veins were prominent as ever.
I felt the most sensitive parts of my anatomy getting massaged and stimulated at the same time.
"Like this, Joe? You feel it inside of you?"
"Yes... You can... Hmmm... You can go deeper."
He slid one of his hands from my tits upwards to my mouth to make me lick his fingers.
Simultaneously, I felt his cock getting really deep.
"Oh... Yes!"
I had taught him a lot.
The water started overflowing from the tub as we made more ample movements.
The floor, just like my ass, would be all wet by the end of this session.
"Your ass feels so fucking nice, daddy... I swear... I... Hmmm... Best ass ever..."
I chuckled.
"You like it?"
"Love it..."
"You like my hair, baby? Hmmm... My thick black hair?"
"I like everything about you."
He kissed my shoulders.
"Keep fucking me, babe. I need this."
He started thrusting his hips harder, making strong back and forth motions, and making an even bigger mess with the water going everywhere.
We could not care less.
I straightened up a little and suddenly, I was fully sitting on his rod, feeling his heavy balls fapping against my ass.
I was impaling myself.
"Aaaah... Ah yes... God..."
The time for dirty talking was over, we were both moaning and grunting like animals.
Somehow, it would always get to that point with Blakey, but usually, I was the one fucking and now, I was being fucked.
Hard.
Raw.
Bareback.
Just like I deserved.
"Fuck, Daddy... Hmmm... Take it... Take it... Deep... Hard..."
"Yes... Hmmm... Lord... Yes..."
My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he was giving me so much pleasure.
Blake was drilling me bad and I felt his hands closing around my neck. He was choking me.
"You can be such... Hmmm... A good bitch, daddy..."
"Mmfff... ffyeess... Mmmff..."
While his cock was still very much buried inside my ass, we switched position as I leaned forward and I ended up on all fours in the bath tub.
Blake stood up behind me and kept on pounding me in this position.
He loved it doggy. I knew that already and there; I experienced it first-hand.
I was not expecting the hard spanks on my large hairy ass but I welcomed them with more roars of satisfaction.
My huge hard cock was bouncing on my stomach and in the water as the athlete was opening me up at a steady rhythm.
I loved the splashing noises we were making.
I did feel like a good bitch.
I was pushing my own limits.
"Make me feel like a slut, baby... I'm your whore right now!"
"Oh, is that true?"
He thrust his hips even harder, properly wrecking me.
"Yes... Please... Make me your cunt..."
"You already are, you filthy nasty whore!"
He spanked me harder.
"Oh God... Yes..."
"How does it feel being owned by a 22 years old-kid?"
"Oh fuck, that's so... Hmmm... Aaah..."
I could barely speak, feeling dizzy in the middle of the strongest anal orgasm of my life.
"So good, right? So, fucking good I bet! You want me to dominate you now? To put you back in your place!"
"Yes, Blakey... Please... Make me your sexual slave."
That was new for me.
I had been a bottom twice before but I had never been this submissive.
There was just something about Blake, about the way I was fully comfortable and myself around him, I wanted to dig deeper within me (literally and metaphorically), to explore my kinks some more.
No judgment, only raw pleasure and primal instincts.
"You know what you are, daddy? You're a damn cum dumpster! You thought you were so big but you were born to take my cum."
"I am! I definitely am! I.... Grrrl..."
Blake had grabbed my hair and pushed my face down in the water.
"Shut up, bitch, you're talking too much! You shut up and you take my big leaking cock!"
The bastard was drowning me.
Only for a few seconds of course, but still, I was not expecting that.
Honestly though, it almost made me cum right there. Who is surprised? I liked it rough!
Blake pulled me back from the water and I was panting and dripping. I was his. No doubt.
[Final chapter and epilogue continues below]
Chapter 24: A Winter in his Arms (Part 1)
Seven days in Heaven.
That was what I had been given.
For an entire week before I had to go back to Utah, Blake and I were living in the castle by ourselves, as a young couple in their honey-moon phase.
Zaid had planned to move in during the Christmas Holiday break.
He was not sure what he would do with the mansion since his dreamed football career would certainly happen outside of Sacramento, but I trusted that he was smart enough to make the right decision.
Zaid had proven to be much more down to Earth than many people, including myself, in the past few months.
In the meantime, I could enjoy the castle for a few more days, sharing it with my baby.
Trust me, Blake and I surely took full advantage of the place.
We fucked in every single room... and there were a whole lot of them!
Aside from a few lunches I had with Olivia, - we were doing fine even if she did not want for my boyfriend to join us (for obvious reasons) -, and from Blake going to practice or classes a few hours a day, - I do not think he was very dedicated to any of it -, we were wrapped in each other's arms 24/7.
The two magnets had finally reunited and it seemed impossible to un-glue us.
My cock felt right at home in Blake's wet asshole.
My tongue belonged in his mouth.
My fingers were meant to caress his back and his slightly hairy chest.
As I was about to leave and as Blake had one more semester to complete before graduating from college, we tried to make the best of our short time together.
Blake insisted often on his wish to follow me to the farm but I refused that he dropped-out for me.
In the back of my mind, I was thinking that he may one day, and maybe soon enough, regret his choice and there was no way I would let him sacrifice his whole life for the sake of being with me.
I was 22 years older than he was, realistically, and even if we removed Olivia from the equation, our relationship had many reasons to fail.
I did not want it to fail but I had to think that this was a possibility.
However, Blake seemed to be sure of himself.
"Last Summer's been a revelation for me, and not only for the reasons you think, Joe." He told me once.
"What do I think? Tell me!"
"The sex, us being together, me turning gay... Sure, it's all part of it, but also, I've learned what I liked doing with my days. For the first time ever, I felt like I was at the right place, using my bare hands, sweating my ass off, doing some manual labour and working outside."
"Wouldn't you miss the city?"
"It's the farm that I'm missing right now. And the only reason why we're happy here, it's because we live in a damn huge castle."
"And because we're together." I corrected him.
He smiled and kissed me.
We were lying in bed, naked and intertwined. I was patting his hair and he was laying his head on my pecs.
"Yes, we're happy because we're together." He confirmed.
I stood my ground though.
I wanted Blake to join me at the farm as soon as possible but one semester away was nothing, and the farm was only a few hours' drive from Sacramento after all.
We could see each other plenty during the week-ends.
Blake grunted, told me that I was not his father and that he could do the fuck he wanted, but I told him that the farm was my own place and that he was only welcomed there the following June.
That was it.
He was mad at me for saying that but I fucked him on the washing machine (set at full pace on centrifuging mode) to redeem myself.
It worked!
There was nothing a good banging session could not fix.
Blake relaxed with his hole coating with my fresh sperm and we started to plan our life together, being in a long-distance relationship.
Very unlike the character I had built for myself in the past fifteen years, I was adamant to talk things through.
My new motto was: there should not be any taboo subject or miscommunication.
See, my usual bluntness was not always a bad thing. I simply had to use it more efficiently, at the service of a better communication of my needs and of my partner's wishes.
Very quickly, there was no doubt that Blake and I wanted our relationship to work and that we were committed to each other.
The sex was freaking amazing but we were trying to build something stronger than our ineluctable physical attraction.
I found myself being romantic, sweet, and attentive to his needs.
I cooked for Blake, we worked-out together, we played video games, - he taught me and I had fun learning shooting prostitutes in Gran Theft Auto -, we were like best mates turned hardcore lovers as soon as were back in the mood.
And to be fair, we were pretty much in the mood at all time!
One thing that I would regret from the castle was the multiple bathrooms it had, including one with a very large bathtub.
The thing could have easily fit three people in, therefore, even a big guy like me felt like I was in a luxurious jacuzzi whenever I was taking a hot bath.
But you see where I am getting with that...
I was rarely alone in the damn tub!
Taking a shower together had become a routine every morning and every night while Blake was living on the farm with me.
In the castle, we continued this pattern, only using the spacious bathtub instead.
We could either lie face to face, my feet lying on his broad footballer shoulders, or Blake would lie over my body, rubbing his back against my chest, and his ass against my cock.
We would not always fuck per se, sometimes, we would just be caressing each other.
There was no much difference between sex, foreplay, and our daily lives since it felt like we were evolving in a constant sensual and erotic vibe.
A quick peck on the lips could turn in a second into a full blowjob or a hardcore sodomy.
More rarely, only once actually, I was the one lying on top of Blake's naked body in the bathtub.
I was afraid to hurt him, - I weighed more than he did -, but the college jock was stronger than I thought.
We were cuddling tenderly in the lukewarm water, the bubbles disappearing from the surface, and I was relaxing, feeling Blake's hard cock naturally lodging itself in my ass crack.
Blake had not fucked me since the day he had his cast removed at the hospital, when we had banged in the parking lot.
I missed it... His firm dick in my no-longer-virgin asshole.
As often, we did not have to discuss it. Things happened organically.
As I was rubbing myself against his junks, Blake used soap as a lube and he entered my asshole slowly.
I barely acknowledged that gradually, his cock was no longer only pushing against my hole, but it was breaking in.
"Hmmm..." I moaned as I felt the tip of his dick in me.
"Oh, daddy... You're tight..." Blake whispered in my ears.
I was.
I moved slightly and I buried myself deeper on his cock.
"Open me up, Blakey... I'm ready..." I muttered.
He was massaging my pecs and my nipples as he was penetrating my hole. That was exactly what I needed.
I was using my two hands to stroke my own demanding cock. Joe Junior was semi-immersed in the water; my blue veins were prominent as ever.
I felt the most sensitive parts of my anatomy getting massaged and stimulated at the same time.
"Like this, Joe? You feel it inside of you?"
"Yes... You can... Hmmm... You can go deeper."
He slid one of his hands from my tits upwards to my mouth to make me lick his fingers.
Simultaneously, I felt his cock getting really deep.
"Oh... Yes!"
I had taught him a lot.
The water started overflowing from the tub as we made more ample movements.
The floor, just like my ass, would be all wet by the end of this session.
"Your ass feels so fucking nice, daddy... I swear... I... Hmmm... Best ass ever..."
I chuckled.
"You like it?"
"Love it..."
"You like my hair, baby? Hmmm... My thick black hair?"
"I like everything about you."
He kissed my shoulders.
"Keep fucking me, babe. I need this."
He started thrusting his hips harder, making strong back and forth motions, and making an even bigger mess with the water going everywhere.
We could not care less.
I straightened up a little and suddenly, I was fully sitting on his rod, feeling his heavy balls fapping against my ass.
I was impaling myself.
"Aaaah... Ah yes... God..."
The time for dirty talking was over, we were both moaning and grunting like animals.
Somehow, it would always get to that point with Blakey, but usually, I was the one fucking and now, I was being fucked.
Hard.
Raw.
Bareback.
Just like I deserved.
"Fuck, Daddy... Hmmm... Take it... Take it... Deep... Hard..."
"Yes... Hmmm... Lord... Yes..."
My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he was giving me so much pleasure.
Blake was drilling me bad and I felt his hands closing around my neck. He was choking me.
"You can be such... Hmmm... A good bitch, daddy..."
"Mmfff... ffyeess... Mmmff..."
While his cock was still very much buried inside my ass, we switched position as I leaned forward and I ended up on all fours in the bath tub.
Blake stood up behind me and kept on pounding me in this position.
He loved it doggy. I knew that already and there; I experienced it first-hand.
I was not expecting the hard spanks on my large hairy ass but I welcomed them with more roars of satisfaction.
My huge hard cock was bouncing on my stomach and in the water as the athlete was opening me up at a steady rhythm.
I loved the splashing noises we were making.
I did feel like a good bitch.
I was pushing my own limits.
"Make me feel like a slut, baby... I'm your whore right now!"
"Oh, is that true?"
He thrust his hips even harder, properly wrecking me.
"Yes... Please... Make me your cunt..."
"You already are, you filthy nasty whore!"
He spanked me harder.
"Oh God... Yes..."
"How does it feel being owned by a 22 years old-kid?"
"Oh fuck, that's so... Hmmm... Aaah..."
I could barely speak, feeling dizzy in the middle of the strongest anal orgasm of my life.
"So good, right? So, fucking good I bet! You want me to dominate you now? To put you back in your place!"
"Yes, Blakey... Please... Make me your sexual slave."
That was new for me.
I had been a bottom twice before but I had never been this submissive.
There was just something about Blake, about the way I was fully comfortable and myself around him, I wanted to dig deeper within me (literally and metaphorically), to explore my kinks some more.
No judgment, only raw pleasure and primal instincts.
"You know what you are, daddy? You're a damn cum dumpster! You thought you were so big but you were born to take my cum."
"I am! I definitely am! I.... Grrrl..."
Blake had grabbed my hair and pushed my face down in the water.
"Shut up, bitch, you're talking too much! You shut up and you take my big leaking cock!"
The bastard was drowning me.
Only for a few seconds of course, but still, I was not expecting that.
Honestly though, it almost made me cum right there. Who is surprised? I liked it rough!
Blake pulled me back from the water and I was panting and dripping. I was his. No doubt.
[Final chapter and epilogue continues below]
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