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A Fall in the City - Chapter 24 (Epilogue)
🕑 Added 2024-09-07 10:00:05 +0000 UTCA FALL IN THE CITY
Chapters 24: A Winter in his Arms
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.
I turned and twisted my wet face as much as I could so he could kiss me.
We made out as he was still fucking me from behind.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
His balls were fapping against my ass non-stop. It lasted more than ten full minutes. I was losing my freaking mind.
“I’m gonna nut.” Blake finally announced.
I was surprised that he had hold on for so long!
“Milk inside of me, baby… Breed me…”
He pinched my nipples again.
My dick twitched, that was a very sensitive area.
“Cum! I want to see you cream the bath before I jizz inside your ass!” Blake commanded.
“Babe…”
“I want to see you explode while my cock… Hmmm… Is buried so freaking deep inside your ass!”
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
The fucking did not stop. Not for one second.
“Yes… I’m gonna cum, Blakey…”
He held my cock. He began to jerk me off to help me out.
I was already stroking myself.
More than twelve inches, there were more than enough meat for multiple hands to go at it.
I had been refraining myself for quite a while so the juice quickly flew out of my shiny cockhead, as soon as Blake had given me his green light.
I painted more of the wall white than I did the water, just because the blast was much more powerful than expected.
Of my entire life, including the time in my twenties when I was a young horny bastard, I do not recall having cum that much in a single ejaculation.
Receiving such a powerful anal stimulation at the same time was making this experience unique.
Seconds after I had emptied myself, Blake grunted like an animal and unloaded in my hole, effectively breeding me.
I cannot begin to describe the feeling of satisfaction I had while receiving his semen in the most intimate part of my being.
It was like a mating ritual.
We were making one.
We remained in the bathtub for a longtime after the fuck, until the water had turned cold. Blake let his dick resting and deflating in my filled hole for maybe ten minutes before pulling back.
We cuddled and caressed each other and then, once we got out, it was only to fuck all over again.
This time around, I broke his asshole in the bedroom.
I was motivated to show who was the boss after the pounding Blake had just given me.
I was set to leave a couple of days later and I was already apprehensive of our upcoming time apart.
Not that I did not trust that we could make it work but at this point, Blake’s absence from my arms simply seemed unbearable, as if I was missing a part of me.
No need to tell me, I am aware… The old Joe had become a wuss for this boy!
What can I say?
I was in love…
I had not changed my mind though. Blake needed to stay in Sacramento to graduate and I would be spending my Winter, mostly by myself, in Utah.
Getting ready to leave was a pain in the ass and it brought the first tensions between Blake and I.
He had agreed that he should be finishing his year but he was bitter about it… And he resented me for it.
I think he was afraid that I was using it as an excuse so I would not have him at the farm.
He could not have been wrong there;
I hated the fact that I would be separated from my baby for six more months but I was adamant about doing things right.
I had fucked-up way too much already.
We did not argue per se but the last day was not as fun and joyful as the others. I wished we had left on better terms.
Zaid had suggested that Blake should stay in the castle with him but he had refused.
I had not asked for anything but I have to say, I was glad those two would no longer be living together.
I would have died with jealousy.
The goodbyes were the toughest part.
Blake had some final tests to take that day and we were rushed before he had to be at the university.
We kissed and promised each other that we would be seeing each other for the holiday break and then, every week-end of the Winter season.
I almost cried, which was ridiculous because we had plan to see each-other in just a week.
Who would have thought that leaving the big city would be so difficult for me?
I had grown to enjoy Sacramento, mainly thanks to the castle, this is true, but I had met some great people too.
And more importantly, I would leave my Blakey behind.
We were officially boyfriends now. That meant something.
But just as we were getting serious about our commitment to each other, I had to leave.
The ride back to the farm was hard, seeing how much more work I have to do to renovate it once I arrived was even harder.
My home was nothing like before.
I powered through though; I did not have any choice and for once in a very long time, I knew that better days were ahead.
What the fuck was I complaining for?
I trusted that Blake would behave and that, one day after graduation, he would come back and we would be happy.
Unless he got bored of waiting…
Unless he realized the mistake it was to get himself involved with a 44 years-old redneck…
Unless he met someone else…
I sighed and got to work.
The “what if” and overthinking were not good for my mental health.
This remained true, getting some manual work done was better than any anti-depressants.
Slowly, I got accustomed back to my solitary life at the farm.
Bob came by and I thanked him very much for helping me out and overseeing the farm while I was gone.
He was a true friend.
I am not sure if he expected a blowjob or a good fuck as a reward but I only gave him some money and my assurance that I would always be there if he ever needed someone on his own farm.
I even mentioned my relationship with Blake.
Yes, I had decided to lay all my cards on me table.
Bob made a weird face when I told him that we were actually together. I caught something between jealousy, bitterness and pure perplexity in his eyes.
I could tell that he did not believe in Blake and I, but I did not give a fuck. Bob was stuck in a loveless marriage and he downright hated his wife.
I did not need his opinion on my personal life.
I knew that most people would look at us as if we were crazy, - maybe we were -, but any day, I would choose Blake against the rest of the world.
Although, I was getting worried.
I do not think that we were made for a long-distance relationship.
Neither Blake not I was very good at texting or calling each other.
We were rarely available at the same time and I was not a big fan of video calls and all that bullshit anyway.
I was all about the real thing you know.
Admittedly, I was in my head and spiralling.
Three days back and I was already getting the feeling that Blake may not come back to the farm during the Winter and not move in the following Spring…
In a sense, I was right.
I woke up the next morning, feeling a deep void around me.
I was alone in my large bed, stark naked, my cock left unattended.
Maybe after so many years, I was no longer cut to be by myself…
Arf!
What had this college kid done to me?
I walked down the stairs, slaloming between the tools and wooden boards I was using for the renovation works.
I walked barefoot on a freaking nail.
“OUCH!”
It hurt like hell… That was definitely not my day.
Or so I thought.
I growled as I walked, or rather lumped, into the kitchen until I noticed something strange.
Fresh pancakes and orange juice. The whole table had been nicely set.
What the hell?
“Hello, daddy!”
I jumped and almost punched him in the face.
“Good Lord, Blake! What the fuck?!”
He was standing in front of me, a huge smile on his gorgeous face.
“Surprise!”
“Babe, I almost had a heart attack. What is wrong with you? What are you doing here?”
“I’ve completed my last test yesterday evening. I thought of coming here later today to surprise you, but I couldn’t sleep and I started driving right before sun rise. Aren’t you happy to see me?”
I sighed and kissed him on the lips.
My heart was still beating fast in my chest from the surprise. Or maybe, it was because I was seeing the man of my life.
“Of course, I’m happy to see you idiot, come here!”
I opened my arms so he could hug me warmly.
It felt good to smell his familiar scent, to touch him, to feel his warm body against mine. Three days had been too long.
He was wearing clothes while I was in the nude.
“How are you, Joe?”
“Well, I’m pretty amazing now that I see your little butt.”
I slapped his ass cheeks playfully.
“Good. Because I’m staying! My luggage is in my car.”
“What do you mean?”
As I wanted to see Olivia for the holiday break, we had decided that I would be the one making the back-and-forth trip to Sacramento that week.
This was why it was so surprising for Blake to be there.
“Well… I’ll stay if you want me to, of course. I’ve found a deal with the university, I can finish my curriculum remotely, I only have to go there for the tests. Everything else can be done online. Olivia is actually working for this program; she is co-running it.”
“Seriously? But what about football? What about your mates there?”
Blake shrugged his shoulders.
“Football’s never been that important to me. It’s not like I have any real career prospect there. Besides, it was getting awkward within the team. You know, with Eric and Zaid…”
“Are you sure though?”
“Yes, I’m sure. There’s no place I’d rather be than in your arms, Joe.”
That melted my heart.
I grabbed his shoulders and I held Blake tighter, always closer to me.
He was so cute.
“And you’re confident about your classes? You’ll be able to pass, to graduate?”
“Yes, everything’s been figured out. We can thank Liv for that actually, she really helped with the administration process. She didn’t guide me directly but she asked for one of her friends to arrange the remote option. It normally cannot be decided this late, but as I said, we found a way!”
“Damn… I… I don’t have the words.”
“Just tell me that I can stay!”
I stared in his beautiful brow eyes.
“Of course, you can stay baby. For as long as you want. Forever! I’m so fucking glad that you’re here. I love you.”
We kissed.
It was a passionate one, the kind of kisses which could give me a hard-on. I did get hard by the way, but that is not the point.
Nobody will be surprised that Blake and I spent the entire following day (and the ones afterwards) fucking.
In the end, Blake did not only spend the following Winter wrapped in my arms.
He was there with me, on the farm, for the entire Spring, and then, for the next Summer.
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Epilogue
As Blake and I were celebrating our one-year together, we met all together with Olivia for the very first time.
Liv and I had been seeing each other regularly, but she had not talked to Blake since their (traumatizing) break-up.
She was still with Eric at the time and the couple was about to leave for Canada.
They had found a sixteen-months internship together in Toronto.
We were spending the evening with some of their friends to wish the both of them the best of luck in their new adventure.
Zaid was there, with his boyfriend. He was fully out and forming a hit couple with another quarterback.
Two openly gay guys who were part of two football teams competing at the national level… The medias were living for them.
Liv seemed genuinely okay about seeing Blake and I during the farewell party and I was reassured.
It was an important step in normalizing our relationship.
Of course, we avoided any type of public display of affection.
Ironically, Blake and Olivia had done the exact same thing the first time she had introduced Blake to me.
Funny how life turns out sometimes… Right?
Anyway, I think I should specify that Liv dumped Eric a couple years later (not too sure why), but she ended-up staying in Canada by herself.
She is currently working for the U.S. diplomacy there.
She is now married with a Canadian politician that she met about three years ago. The way I see it, she might even get into politics herself.
Just like I have told you; my daughter has always been a smart girl! Watch her become a member of Congress or something!
As for Blake, he did not just spend one Winter in my arms, we actually spent many seasons together, working, living and loving each other on the farm.
As I write those lines, it has been nearly seven years and we are still counting!
I cannot see a world where I would get tired of him.
Yesterday, I did something crazy.
I bought Blake a ring.
I have been pushing back this moment mainly because I wanted to be mindful of Olivia, but I think it is time.
I am going to ask Blakey to marry me.
[THE END]
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Well, this time, it really is the (happy) end for Blake and Joe's adventures.
I hope you have enjoyed this story and that you are satisfied with the ending.
The E-book version of A Fall in the City will be available for Avid Readers upon my return.
As I am about to leave for a few weeks break (remember, billing is paused all month), I wanted to thank you all again for your support.
More surprises are coming when I will be back. Next post is planned on September 27.
Comments
ThomasT
Omg I was.almost in tear with this ending. Love your work Thomas
John
Great story, i subscribed specifically to read the end of “summer on the farm”. Very happy with how it turned out, and would live a third chapter, maybe it could involve some of the more mature characters from the first part. Definitely love the parts where Joe was bottoming…
