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Farmer Joe finds himself forced to live with his daughter and her boyfriend, Blake, for the entire Fall. The redneck hates being stuck in a small apartment in the city, but he has a secret. Joe and Blake have begun a relationship last Summer… Living once again in such close proximity, things could get steamy… and complicated.
This book is a sequel to A Summer at the Farm, told through Joe’s perspective. All characters featured are above 18 yearsold and this is meant to be read by adults only.
A FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 15: friends
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 “friend”.
Contrary to my GrindR dates, I agreed to meet with Sergio more than just once and we were seeing each other (and ) 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 longterm 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 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 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 breakup with Blake without it being overdramatic.
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 hookup, 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 ual 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 cocksuckers, 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 nonsense.
We should have liberated , 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 showerroom , and finally, I got to slide in with my monster cock, back to fullmast.
“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 hardwork 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 harddicking 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 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 ual vibe going on from the other members.
There were many college jocks workingout 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.
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 lockerrooms’ 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 biual 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 whitecollar 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 selfconscious about a hardon?
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 capades with my 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 breakup, 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 breakup.”
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 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 bucknaked 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 workout.” 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 lockerroom!
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 straightforward 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 biuality.
“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 wellbeing.
After a while, I decided it was okay to ask the question.
As his former fatherinlaw, it was quite logical that I would ask one of his best friends how he was doing.
“I hope Blake is not taking the breakup 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 breakup 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.
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