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A Fall in the City - Chapter 04
🕑 Added 2024-04-23 10:00:10 +0000 UTCA FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 4: Picnic in the Woods
As expected, Blake and I did not keep our hands off each other for long.
We fucked-up from day one…
No need to tell me, I know that this is wrong!
We resisted during the morning shower, but it turned out that going out in nature afterwards did not calm our libido.
Our trip in the nearest national park (beautiful landscapes by the way) became real sexual, real quick.
I suppose that I felt more comfortable indulging with Blake outside of my daughter’s apartment. What were we supposed to do? Look at the birds singing? Have a nice picnic on a blanket and leave it at that?
To be fair, we had brought a cooler and some snacks but damn it, we were horny as fuck!
There was no one around, it was so freaking hot, and Blake was only wearing those tiny blue shorts which were making his bum look even more fuckable.
The wind was lifting the fabric of his shorts from time to time, offering me glimpses of his bare white ass.
He had been walking a few feet in front of me for the entire hike and my cock had been hard all throughout.
We were about to sit down somewhere for a lunch break when he gave me his cheeky looks.
I could tell that Blake was up to no good.
“Joe, can I ask for your help?”
“For what now?”
“I need to take a leak… It’s not easy with my wrist.”
“Fuck’s sake!” I grumbled, pretending to be mad about it.
I pulled down his shorts but I also had to grab his dick so he would not piss on himself.
Just a helping hand, nothing questionable about that. Right?
Not my fault that the guy got hard all the while he was taking a piss and then, I found myself with a stiffed rod in my hands!
Shit happens.
“Sorry about that.” Blake mumbled.
“You’re not sorry, moron. Quit the act.”
He tried to hide his satisfied smile.
“I mean, you can let go of my cock… if you want to. But now that we’re here, maybe you could take care of another problem of mine.”
His jock’s bone was twitching as he spoke.
“Stupid fucker!” I grunted, before kneeling down and shoving his shaft in my mouth.
I knew he would like it very much and for the life of me, I could not deprive Blake from a sloppy blowjob. He had been through so much in the last weeks, and partly because of me.
He deserved a break.
“Hmmm… Wow… I wasn’t expecting that.” He muttered.
“What were you expecting?” I asked once I had let go of his dick for a second.
“Okay, I… I may have thought about it!” He admitted.
I rolled my eyes playfully.
He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me down his young horned-up cock.
I liked his dominant side, I found it entertaining compared to the guys I used to fuck on the regular.
Besides, I knew that if I wanted to, I could easily take back control. That being said, I was happy choking on his slab of meat for now.
The boy tasted excellent, better than a good old scotch.
Quickly, I grabbed his ass while bobbing up and down his shaft. I was careful not to scratch his beautiful bum because it would have alerted Olivia.
Still, I felt him up properly and I could not wait for him to turn around so he would offer me a yummy holy feast.
“Slow down, daddy, you’re gonna make me nut.”
He was calling me “Daddy” again, we were already back in our pattern.
I could feel the precum invading my throat so he did not have to tell me he was about to cum. I knew the guy and I knew how his perverted mind worked!
Not so different than mine…
“Can’t help it that I’m very good at blowing your dick, baby.” I teased.
I kissed his cockhead while I was drooling precum and spit all over my beard. I went back for a slippery deepthroat.
I wanted to feel his not-so-trimmed bush smashing against my nose.
Thank God we were in the middle of the woods and the mess was mostly dripping onto the ground.
I did take my tank top off to avoid any sloppy accident though. As I mentioned previously, in our household, Olivia was in charge of doing the laundry.
Blake had already been shirtless for a while. The hike to this upper hill had been heated… and sweaty.
I also dropped my shorts to my ankles. I wanted to stroke myself freely.
Seeing me getting naked seemed to be scaring Blake a little.
He pulled back and looked around. We were way past the defined trails but some people could walk outside of the paths and see us.
“Nobody’s gonna catch us, son. And even if they do, it’s warm enough to be shirtless. They won’t care that I show off my chest. I’ll just pull back the shorts. Hell, they might even like it!”
“I know… But… We’re not in Utah anymore. I know people here.”
“Man, what are you talking about? You have you dick out!”
I slapped his rod to prove my point. It was indeed hard as a rock.
“Still… We should be careful.”
I laughed.
“You’re afraid one of your college mates has decided to spend the day in the national park?”
“Shut up.” He rubbed his cock all over my beard. “I’m not afraid of anyone.”
“Sure… Turn around, baby. I want to taste your ass and my knees are starting to hurt.”
One annoying thing about giving blowjobs outdoors was the absence of a cushion or anything else to give your knees a break.
Blake leaned over to kiss me so he would taste his own cock while tonguing my mouth, and then, he turned around.
Apparently, his horniness was triumphing his fear of getting caught.
To be fair, I think he was incapable of refusing me anything.
He pulled his shorts a little lower, arched his back, and even spread his ass cheeks with his hands. His wrist was not feeling so bad when he truly needed it!
I felt powerful when he did that, offering himself to me without any restriction or inhibition.
“Your lunch is served, daddy!” He taunted me.
What a little brat! I loved it so much.
I slapped his ass to make his cheeks bounce and I dove straight in. Fuck. The musky scent and the pinkish asshole were the best things ever.
You bet that I could not control myself!
I was not made of wood, although my twelve inches monster could seem like it.
I started stroking myself intensely as I was licking Blake’s butthole.
I had helped him clean his insides up thoroughly a few hours earlier, so it was only fair for me to eat it good!
“How do you like that, eh? You’ve missed daddy’s tongue?”
“Fuck yes… That’s so good, Joe… So damn good…”
I was tongue-fucking him like we were shooting a porn movie. I needed to feel his insides, deep. It had been too long I had not deposited my sperm in the back of his cavity.
The last time had happened right before the fire actually, on the kitchen counter in my farm.
The rimming continued for a little while.
Sometimes, I would let go of my own demanding dick that I was jerking off to milk Blake’s cock from behind.
I loved seeing him like that, I was using him like a damn cow, working hard to harvest all of his creamy milk.
I spat on his ass and it was all wet. So ready to be pounded. The pink hole was winking at me.
It did not happen right away though; we got a little accident. As I was pumping his cock in the “milking” position, Blake could not help himself.
“Aaaaa… Fuck… I…”
Just like that, his thick 21 years-old jizz flew from his cock, turned upside down, and splattered my sneakers.
“Dang it, you really needed that release!”
“I’m sorry, Joe… I…. Hmmm… Yes… This was too fucking amazing!”
I pretended to be mad but I was very happy about it. I still got it!
Also, there was no need for concern, Blake was young and horny, he would be back to being fully hard in no time, probably within the hour.
Besides and to his credit, Blake was not a selfish lover.
Because he had nutted, he was committed to return the favour immediately.
He turned around and started to avidly suck on my fully-erected pole.
“You’re hungry too?”
“Mmmmfes fffaddy.” He said, his mouth full and his eyes getting teary.
Sometimes, I felt bad for having such a girthy, impossible to handle, cock, but most of the times, I was just happy to see the face of my sucker turning red as he was pushing himself and stretching his lips to swallow the beast between my legs.
Blake was really a champ on that front.
He may have been crying but he would always get the work done until his throat was fully filled with my hot sausage.
“Bon appetit.”
I patted his hair.
He tried to reach the base but he could not get to it. He was already struggling too much as he swallowed a good nine inches.
Saliva was coming out from both his mouth and his nose.
When he was turning a weird shade of purple, I decided to grab his hair and to force him to pull back so he would have to breathe.
Otherwise, the guy would be willing to kill himself to deepthroat my anaconda entirely.
“Aaaah… Fuck… Aaah…” He spat a huge amount of slime onto the ground.
“Look at the mess on your chest, Blakey. You’re so sloppy.”
He was panting hard.
“Hmmm… But… You’re… So… Big…”
“I know that, but you’re gonna kill yourself. You’ve got to temper your addiction, son! You scare me sometimes.”
He chuckled.
“I just want to please you, Daddy.”
This time around, I was the one to arch myself to reach his lips. We French-kissed. I also spat on his face. He was already all messy anyway.
The blowjob continued until completion.
I was not even guiding him; Blake knew exactly what do to. He got me to cum when he started massaging my balls as he was attempting yet another full-on deepthroat.
At this point, I did not even know where he was lodging my twelve inches of hard meat.
I knew exactly when I was about to cum, but for the fun of it, I let it be a surprise.
Suddenly, Blake felt my cock throb in his throat and I let go of many volleys of warm sperm, - more than ten for sure -, straight to his oesophagus and stomach.
You should have seen his eyes when he realized. He looked up to me expressing a sense of both surprise and pure satisfaction.
Obviously, he swallowed every droplet of man juice, until the very last one.
I also made sure he would clean up my cock afterwards. We finished things up with my soft cock bathing in his eager mouth.
“Maybe we should have an actual lunch now.” I suggested.
“Yes, that’s a good idea, I’m starving.”
“Still?! I’ve just given you some fat loads of proteins and another batch is getting matured as we speak.” I told him, grabbing my fat hairy balls.
We stayed shirtless but we put our shorts back on to eat.
It was a smart move because as we were setting up the blanket, an old couple passed us by. I wondered if they took notice of the sperm and slime on the ground, or if they noted the smell of sex.
It did not seem like it, they politely said hello and continued on with their walk.
We drank a beer and ate a tuna sandwich. I had to help Blake unpacking his lunch but for the most part, he could eat by himself using his left hand.
I peeled his banana for him though, literally I mean, and also, I guess, figuratively.
One thing was for sure, living at the farm or not, my post-lunch nap was still very much a necessity.
I lied down on the blanket and let myself drift off below the trees. The sun was mostly hidden and the temperature was perfect.
If someone had told me before, that was what city life was about, I would have signed up immediately!
Of course, we would not get the chance to go to a national park every day… Let’s just say that Blake had been very smart introducing me to the Sacramento area this way.
He knew damn well how to make me spend a nice day, proving this point even more as he woke me up with his mouth all over my cock.
When I tell you that the dude was insatiable!
“Hmmm….” I moaned.
“Time to wake up, daddy.”
“Yeah… That feels nice.” I admitted, semi-asleep.
“I know.”
He was licking my balls and stroking me with his left hand.
I yawned and stretched my arms. The ground was not super comfortable but the dick massage was making up for it big time.
I spread my legs so he would not neglect taking care of me down there as well.
Blake got the message loud and clear; he started eating my ass like it was time for dessert while he kept on jerking me off.
“Damn, I’ve taught you right.”
There was a sloppy mess again, my wet hairy asshole, my slimy dick, his demanding mouth and his dripping fingers.
“Do you like it, daddy?”
“You know I do, lil’ fucker. Come on here, give daddy a big kiss.”
Blake lied down on top of me, I grabbed his back and ass and we made out. We were dry humping each other as we kissed.
Thinking back, it was really risky, we were lying behind some bushes in a stranded area but there were hikers and people doing their jogging.
We could have been caught.
Maybe we were, but if so, we did not pay attention and nobody interrupted us.
We were in California after all, in the outskirts of a large city, everyone had already seen two hunky guys fucking, right?
After a few minutes, the dry-humping was no longer enough, and I moved Blake up so he would be practically sitting on my chest. My cock naturally found its way towards his itching asshole.
“Yes, fuck me…” He begged.
“Did you miss it, uh?”
“So freaking bad!”
“I’ve missed your peachy ass too…”
“I swear… I’ve only been thinking about this. Feeling your cock inside of me again.”
Because of the XXL size of my tool, breaking in was always a struggle, especially after a few days without practice and no lube aside from out saliva.
Thank God my cock was leaking and already drenched, and Blake’s asshole quickly remembered how to open-up for daddy’s horse dick.
“I’m coming in…” I announced.
“Yeah… Fuck…”
“I’ll rock your world, son.”
He kissed me as I was penetrating his asshole. His dick was hard, precumming over my hairy chest.
“Hmmm…”
Pearls of sweat were dripping from his forehead to my lips.
Getting my rod deeper in his hole was a two-men job, I needed to apply the right amount of pressure while Blake had to impale himself as much as he could.
Once inside though, my cock felt right at home. It was warm, tight and familiar.
I started the aggressive back and forth and that was when Blake started to really lose it.
“Oh yes, daddy… Hmmmm… That’s so… Hmmm… Yes…”
“Like that?!”
“Don’t… Hmmmm… Stop… Never stop!”
My cock was not even halfway in but the friction was sending the both of us to places. I was not sure I was bumping his prostate yet but given his reaction, it felt like Blake was having some intense anal orgasms.
“Take it, champ! Damn, you’re so tight, still…”
“Pound me harder, daddy… I can take it…”
“Oh yeah? You want more?”
“Please…”
“I’ll give you more, little slut.”
I gave a more ample thrust and most of my rod was now inside of him, ploughing his guts.
“OOOOOH YES, DADDY!”
I put one of my hands over his mouth.
It was one thing not to be too cautious, it was another to actually scream out loud that we were having hardcore sex.
Blake was unstoppable though; he took the opportunity to lick my fingers like a proper bitch who was being fed with a treat.
I pushed four fingers inside his mouth while my cock was in full ass-destroyer mode.
I choked him up with my famer’s hand.
In the frenzy of the moment, we somehow turned around and I was suddenly on top of him. An even more efficient position to pound his hole.
Just seeing my thick pole filling up his cavity was driving me crazy.
When Blake started playing with my nipples and slurping on them, I knew I would not last for much longer.
“You… Really… Hmmm… Fuck yeah… You really do know… Hmmm… How to please me.”
I returned the favour and bit his right nipple as I went balls deep.
“Hmmm… Daddy…”
BANG
BANG
BANG
My fat balls were fapping against his asshole. We had moved incidentally and Blake’s face was partially in the dirt.
“Naughty boy!”
BANG
BANG
BANG
“FILL ME UP, DADDY!”
“How do you like your picnic, Blakey?”
He laughed and we made out some more. I was drilling his hole. It would hurt later but for now, the boy was in Heaven.
“Breed me, please.” He muttered.
“Hmmm… I cannot…. Hmmm… Deny… Hmmm… Such a polite request.”
Our tongues were intertwined with each other, and we were fully forming a single united body when I nutted in his wrecked asshole.
Simultaneously, Blake unloaded all over his abs and pecs.
Both our orgasms were intense and long-lasting.
When I finally pulled back, Blake lied down on my side and we cuddled, naked, in the middle of the woods.
That was the damn life we deserved!
After about twenty minutes, Blake squatted down a few feet away from me as if he was going to take a shit but instead, he farted the cum out.
There was an awful lot of it, I felt strangely proud of the batch I had produced.
“I cannot keep it in…. I’ll sleep with Liv tonight.” He explained, seeing me perplexed.
Ouch.
That hurt.
Of course, he was right but hearing my daughter’s name and such a clear reminder that she was sharing Blake’s bed felt like a dagger through the heart.
Certainly because of it, I was moodier for the rest of the afternoon and during the walk back home.
Blake was not talking much either. He must have been thinking a lot about his relationship too.
Life lesson number one: After the highest highs, often come the lowest lows.
The more we were enjoying spending time together, the closer we were getting, the worse it was when we had to come back to reality.
I sincerely wondered how this would be sustainable on the long term.
Not to spoil anything but it would not. It could not be.
When we arrived at the apartment, Liv was already there, resting for once, watching some television.
Blake kissed her on the lips and I tried not to look at them. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“You’re coming home late.” She pointed out.
Was she mad?
“We went for a hike. We had a picnic in the woods.”
“Oh, nice… How was it for you, daddy?”
I had shivers when she said that, it really was a mind-fuck.
“Great. The park is immense, we’ll have to go back.”
“Maybe the three of us next time?” She suggested.
Blake looked at me sombrely.
Damn it, we needed to keep up the appearances.
“Sure!” I replied, faking my enthusiasm.
That night, when I went to sleep on my couch, I think I heard them having sex in the bedroom.
What the hell was I doing with my life?!
Comments
Arnold Stone
You have stories where I don't mind, indeed I really want certain characters to literally go through painful experiences, like Dylan in The Bully or Franck in The Cure. On the other hand, I would like Joe and Blake's relationship not to turn dramatic. I fell in love with them, but I don't like Dylan or Franck (yet?).
thomas lodge
The Fall in the title of the book is both a reference to the Autumn season and to indeed, the "downfall" or "falling in love". ;)
Devin-James
Hmm, yes “A Fall In The City” sounds like it won’t end well….but for whom? Blake admitted he was only a fair student. He can go to community college up by the farm. Or, take accredited on line courses to get your degree. Both of you go back to the farm. You two rebuild the barb, while the house is being rebuilt. Once you two are alone together and Live is at school by herself, she will find another and Blake and her father can say a relationship just built between them. Blake’s friends don’t need to know, nor do his parents. Joe will understand if some holidays are spent alone with his parents. And honestly, if I were working on an isolated farm, my parents would invite him so he doesn’t spend the holiday alone. Life is too damn short to not be with who you love. I truly think Blake and Joe have a stronger relationship.
Timmy Watkins
I am with you, I do not believe this story will end good for both Joe and Blake. Maybe the “adventures” Joe has in the city will eventually workout for him.
Arnold Stone
Yes, it was a hot story. I'm sure Joe is looking for new adventures with other men for the sake of his daughter. The title of the story does not suggest a happy ending, although I would like one - of course, after a lot of hot sex with Joe as bottom, too.
