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A Fall in the City - Chapter 16
🕑 Added 2024-07-16 10:00:05 +0000 UTCA FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 16: True Professionals
No matter how I was looking at this, I truly was a selfish asshole.
I had no right to be jealous, but I was anyway.
Sure, Zaid was a great guy. At this point, the quarterback was coming by the castle only to help Fran with her treatment, he had been a great support for her, and he was also genuinely in love with Blake… but God damn it, the boy was mine!
Blake was supposed to be mine… Right?
I kicked a can of blue paint and the thing spilled all over the wooden floor.
“Argh!”
What an idiot!
I had almost finished up the bedroom and this stupid move cost me three more hours of work.
To be fair, I wanted to keep myself busy.
Zaid was inside the house, in the other aisle with Fran.
I could have gone to him and asked him questions but what would have been the point?
You know what we say, I had made my bed, and now, I had to lie in it.
Once I was done with my renovation work for the day, I used the only outlet I had to distract myself.
Sex.
I texted Sergio.
“Up for some fun?”
He replied almost instantly.
“I have to be at the bar in about an hour…”
“I can be at your place in fifteen minutes.”
I was horny.
He sent me a gif of a girl drinking some milk and another of a guy showing a thumbs up. He was ready.
I practically ran to my van, almost bumping into Zaid on my way out. We met each other in the main entrance.
“Sorry, pal!”
“Joe! Hi. Feels like it’s been a long time.”
He hugged me briefly.
“Yeah, I was kinda busy with the work upstairs.” I blatantly lied.
I mean, that was not a lie, but that was not the reason I had seen Zaid.
“Fran told me you’ve been helping her a lot.”
“Not as much as you do. It’s admirable the time you’re spending here with her, during that tough time, on top of your classes and the busy football practice I assume.”
He smiled at me faintly.
I was trying to read every detail of his expression, as if I could see in his eyes whatever was going on between him and Blake.
I know.
I had become worse than the over-thinking women I used to be judging so hard before.
“Eric told me that he had seen you at the gym.” Zaid mentioned.
Of course, he did.
“Oh yeah? I figured, why not work-out during my free time? Eric’s a nice guy. He told me that you… You were living with Blake?”
Zaid seemed slightly uncomfortable.
He had confessed his love for the boy to me after all… Right after I had pounded his black ass, bareback.
“We are. I guess that you know the proposal to Liv didn’t go as planned.”
I wondered what else Zaid knew about Blake and I.
“Yes… I was saddened to learn about their break-up.”
Zaid bit his lips, unable to reciprocate the same regret.
He had probably cheered at the idea of having the recently-single Blake living with him. I clenched my fist as I was trying to keep my cool.
I knew what it felt like to be housemate with Blake… To see him every single day… To share a bathroom with him… Hell, they were even sharing the same bedroom…
Neither Zaid nor Blake owed me anything though.
“I wanted to tell you, Joe… After we… When we…”
“Fucked?”
“Yes… I think I’ve been wasting too much time. I… I’m trying to come out of the closet, with the football team, with everyone.”
I knew he mainly meant that he had come out to Blake but I could not be mad at that.
Truthfully, even in my pathetic bitter state, I was glad for Zaid. He deserved to be out and happy.
“That’s a great move, I think. You’ll see, people might surprise you on how open they’ll be about it.”
He bit his lips once again.
There were probably many things he was not telling me.
“I’ve already…. Been quite surprised.”
There was an awkward moment of silence.
I thought about telling him that he should try to start something with Blake; I also considered warning him about the exact opposite; I wanted to ask him not to share what had happened between us.
Most of all, I needed to know how Blake was truly doing.
In the end, I did not say anything at all.
It was no longer my business, I had to be stronger than this.
“Well… I was about to go but, again, thanks for taking care of Fran. It really means the world to her.” I spoke.
“I’m happy to be there for her. She does seem more tired lately.”
“I noticed.”
“Good bye Joe.”
“Bye Zaid.”
I walked up to my van mumbling “say hi to Blake for me” in my beard. I did not think he heard me and it was probably better that way.
I was gloomy as I was driving to Sergio’s place and only him could help me get my mind off things.
Thank God when I got there, - a little later than what I had promised -, he was already stark naked, his hairy ass waiting for me.
“Hello you!” I slapped his juicy bum.
“Hello, Mister Farmer!”
I served myself a beer from his fridge, he was bending over his kitchen table.
“Ready?” I asked.
“We don’t have much time; I should be going to work very soon.”
I caressed his hairy back while sipping on my beer.
“Don’t worry about that, I’m not in the mood for foreplay.”
“You rarely are…”
That was true, not with Sergio anyway.
I spat on my fingers and slid them in his ass crack. My sex-friend was hiding a little secret from me, I could not access his hole right away.
I knelt down and took a better look at my meal.
The asshole was plugged with a tiny pink dildo, I could only see the very end of the toy coming out of his hole, right in the middle of his thick black hair.
Ridiculous… But somewhat, hot.
“You bought this at a Barbie store?” I mocked him, grabbing the end of the toy and rubbing it.
“Hmmm… Something like that…”
As I pulled it out, I realized the plug was not as small as I thought. It was actually quite wide and had been stretching that ass properly.
Sergio was horny for sure; his pucker was already humid.
I liked that.
“You, nasty little slut. You cannot stop playing with your ass.”
“Guilty.”
I spat directly in his gaping hole before shoving my tongue deep inside.
I rimmed him for a couple of minutes but, as discussed between us, there would be no much foreplay that time around.
Once he was wet and slippery enough, I stood up, opened the fly of my jeans and fetched my hardening cock out.
I was already dripping.
“You know, I’m really starting to familiarize myself with that eager hole of yours.”
“Oh yeah… You like it?”
I was pushing my girthy cock inside. Easy.
“Hmmm… Heck yes!”
“You… Hmmm… Can go… Hmmm… Deeper!”
“Keep asking, I might grant you that favour.”
“I’ve been stretching my hole with my dildos… Hmmmm… Since you’ve told me you were… Hmmm… Coming…”
I was thrusting my hips hard inside of him and the man could barely talk anymore.
“Dedicated sluts like you deserve large competent men like me.”
“Yes… Hmmmmm… Oh, God, yes…”
There I was, his prostate.
I, quite literally, knew how to push his buttons.
Sergio was moaning like a little bitch in heat. I mean, that was probably the most accurate description of how he was in bed, although, ironically, we had never had sex in a bed!
Not yet.
“Take the massive farmer’s tool in your ass, eh?!”
“Yes… Hmmm… Please…”
I grabbed his waste and kept drilling him as I was holding him firmly, always harder.
I was frustrated, I was bitter, I was horny and Sergio was taking all my emotions in.
“You… Nasty… Slut… Cock swallower… Cum Dumpster…”
“YEEEEESS… FUCK ME, JOE… FUCK ME DEEP!”
“Aaaargh!”
I was barking like a fucking dog.
It was probably our most intense fuck so far. A bottle of red wine which was the last thing standing on the table broke down on the floor because of the hard-shaking.
Sergio could not care less; he was having the orgasm of his life.
“You’re a freaking… Hmmm… God… Joe…. I… Hmmm…”
I was a God, indeed.
The type of crazy shit I liked to hear.
As I was ploughing his ass at an intense pace, his cock started exploding all over the kitchen.
Often, Sergio was nutting after I was done with him, but this time around, he had not been able to control himself.
Seeing him like this made me feel so proud of myself and of the pleasure I was giving him, it pushed me to the edge myself and I creamed his insides.
“I’m coming… Hmmm… Fuck… I’m coming!”
“Fuck yes, please… Aaaah…”
Sergio let me empty myself in his hole, and then, he mindlessly took a sip of my beer. His face was all red.
“That was intense, right?”
He nodded yes.
“That’s the least I can say.”
He dipped his finger around my cock and playfully licked the remaining of cum lying against my foreskin.
“How does it taste, Sergio?”
“Delicious.”
I put my dick back in my pants. I had not undressed so I was pretty much ready to go already.
Sergio hesitated for a few seconds but eventually asked me.
“You can stay here if you want.” He tried to sound casual. “We can go back at it again tonight, when I’ll be back from work? Round two?”
This started to feel too much like a relationship to me but it was difficult to say no and return to the castle all by myself.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, stay here, watch some television. I have a four-hours shift; it’ll go by quickly.”
“Maybe…”
I looked around. I was still hesitant but to be fair, Sergio had a strong argument.
“Can you help me with that? I want to be wearing it all night, until I’m back home.”
He showed me his extendable pink butt plug.
“You really are a horny bastard.” I joked.
“And my needs have to be taken care of, often.”
“Spread your cheeks.”
I spat on the toy and I shoved it inside his asshole. I knew I was pushing back my own sperm against his prostate. Nice!
Once buried, the thing was almost entirely disappearing in his hole.
Again, it did not seem like it could be big; It was like a magic trick.
“I feel better now.” Sergio commented.
“Won’t it bother you tonight when you’ll be working?”
He laughed while dressing up in his elegant bartender’s outfit.
“Who do you think I am? Won’t be the first time that I’m wearing jewellery at work.”
“Damn… And I thought you were so professional!”
“I am a pro… At my job and at other things!”
He winked at me and I slapped his ass one last time, right before he covered his cheeks with his tights pants.
“Go to work, you’re gonna be late. I’ll be waiting for you right here. You better make it worth it!”
“Don’t worry about that, just… Don’t take a shower.”
“Really?”
“I want you in your juice… Raw.”
“You, dawg!”
He hurried to put a jacket on and left his apartment.
See, I had done the right thing coming over Sergio’s.
For once, I was no longer thinking about Blake.
At the very least, for a few minutes… Until Sergio had effectively gone to work and I was left alone with my thoughts.
Fucking hell, I could not be fucking 24/7 just to stop thinking about this college kid, or rather, college kids!
By this point, images of Blake were blurring with images of Zaid.
I could see them having sex, Blake probably being on top, eating Zaid’s muscular black bum and banging his ass bareback.
Maybe they would be versatile… They would probably suck each other’s cock avidly. They were fit and flexible enough for some more exotic positions.
Damn.
And those were not even the worst mental images I was polluting myself with.
I could see Blake and Zaid holding hands in a quiet park, telling each other sweet things, and, God no, French-kissing.
I put the television on and dumbed myself with a silly reality television program.
But this was making me think about Blake too, how we would watch this tv-show late in the evening and comment on the girls’ appearances back at the farm.
I checked GrindR instead.
I had not been there in a while.
I had a few unread messages from my ex-encounters.
I checked the one from “BigTrunk69”, Tommy had been one of my favourite bottoms, he was somewhat a younger version of Sergio.
“It’s been more than a month… Does FarmerDaddy12Inches ready to meet me again without being afraid of falling in love?”
I smiled.
He had included a picture of his asshole gaping. A good way to get my attention.
I replied an uncommitted “Maybe” opening the door to another potential meeting.
It was also a way to reassure me regarding Sergio.
If I was still fucking other people, it was reinforcing the idea that despite being alone in his apartment, we were nothing more than “friends with benefits”.
To be clear, I have never pretended that I was smart with dealing with my feelings…
The sole fact that I was recognizing that it was not that easy “not to care about anything” was already a huge step for me.
Tommy was not online and I did not get much more interesting chats on the app.
Somehow, I fell asleep on Sergio’s couch and only woke up when I heard his keys in the door lock.
By then, my dick had gone back to being rock-hard.
I wondered what I had been dreaming about…
“How was work?” I asked.
Sergio stretched in his entrance.
“Okay, I guess. A pretty slow night. Do you know if Fran is doing well?”
Oh no… Not this again.
“What do you mean?”
“She didn’t do her entire set of songs tonight. I was just wondering.”
I felt a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I hated that.
I did not betray Fran’s trust though.
“I don’t know, she’s been going to Vegas lately. She’s not that young, the woman must be tired.”
“Maybe.”
Sergio was wrapping his hands around my neck.
For sure, the optics may have made us look like a gay couple.
That being said, I was happy to change the mood from gloomy to sexy.
“Are you still wearing your toy?”
I passed my hand against his ass. I could not feel his asshole just right with his pants on.
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re an obedient slut and you wouldn’t have taken it off for the world.”
He smiled at me; I was feeling up his bum harder.
He turned around and took his belt off.
“Check for yourself.”
I slid down his pants.
I was very much ready for round two. As was Sergio. His asshole was itching and pulsating so much that I swear I could see his punk butt plug moving.
I made him work for it first, he had to train himself with his blowjob’s skill and I wanted to feel the inside of his throat.
I have to say, Sergio was getting better at handling my girthy cock in his mouth.
He was still gagging and choking a lot but he was holding on and pushing himself to swallow me deep.
For once, I returned the favour and suck on his Latino hairy dick like it was a yummy lollipop.
It was smelling men and sex in his apartment. We were, indeed, “in our raw juice”.
“You’re good at this…” He blurted out as I had his seven inches shoved deep in my throat.
“Who do you think I am? You’re not the only pro at this!” I told him after I had pulled back.
He was playing with my hair.
His cut cock was already about to cum but he was trying to make himself last a little more.
“Blow me some more, Joe… Please…”
“I’ll do you my little special treat. You’ll see I’m a true professional.”
I swallowed back his dong, pushing my nose in his dark and bushy pubic hair, and while I was feeding myself with his dick, I pushed a couple of fingers inside his anus below.
“Hmmm… God…”
Yes, I definitely knew what I was doing.
Makes sense after all, experience men do it better!
I kept on blowing and fingering him until we almost reached the point of no-return. He had to beg me to stop so he would not cum.
“Fuck me, I’m begging, Joe, Fuck me!”
I was more than happy to oblige.
He walked to his bedroom and he lied down on his bed.
That was new, I thought.
I was way too horny to mind about the optics at this point. My stirring dick led me right inside his winking wet hole.
I fucked him in the missionary position, doggy-style, and he sat on my cock on his bed.
He kept on sniffing and licking my chest all throughout.
I bet that he would be more than happy to be sleeping in my manly scent that night.
Spoiler alert: I was right, he did not change the sheet.
I pounded his hole which was already filled with my dry cum from earlier. Such a way to assert my power and boost my ego.
He moaned, begged for more, pleaded me to go harder (always) and I properly destroyed his trained asshole.
I gave him my second dose of sperm after about twenty minutes of hard-dicking.
Sergio seemed to be in a daze as he finished himself up, nutting on his bare chest.
I lied down on the bed next to him, exhausted, and I almost fell right back asleep.
“You look good, man…” He mumbled.
Thankfully, once my excitement had passed, I remembered that I had to keep some boundaries.
I got out of the bed.
“Yes, I do look good.”
I was not sure what Sergio was expecting but I did not spend the night.
We were not lovers, just sex-friends.
Right…?
Comments
memo2dt
To be honest, I'm kind of over Joe fucking guys every chapter since the breakup. Sure we found out about Fran, we've learned Joe & Liv went out to eat and she's ready to start having fun again, Eric ran into joe at the gym, Sergio is Joe's go to fuck buddy and Zaid in ready to come out. But not one word about what's going on with Blake. I want, no I NEED to hear some good news about Blake or him having some fun too. At this point, I think it would be great to hear that he is dicking down Zaid every night. In the beginning I was so against them hooking up with others, but at this point, I am looking forward to Blake getting some from someone other than Joe.
Devin
I agree with you syrus. I’ve always been team Joe and Blake. I actually miss Blake’s character, and that’s not to say I want him to have sex with or even be with Zaid. I hope Joe is done being a whore and man’s up and calls and sees Blake.
syrus80
I need Joe to talk to Blake. I’m not feeling him sleeping with these other guys. And I hope Blake and Zaid didn’t have sex. But I’m sure it happened already.
