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A Fall in the City - Chapter 23
🕑 Added 2024-09-03 10:00:01 +0000 UTCA FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 23: First Date
“I slept with Blake.”
I had practically run to see Olivia the next day and I told her point blank. Just like that.
I had not even walked inside her apartment.
She rolled her eyes.
“Really, dad? This? First in the morning!”
“Good morning, Mr. Peterson.”
Eric appeared behind her, in his usual tight boxer briefs. That was awkward.
He had spent the night at Liv’s.
“Excuse me, Eric. My father has apparently something to tell me about fucking my ex-boyfriend. Again!”
Eric froze on the spot.
Good Lord, he must have been thinking that we were insane…
In all fairness, he might have had a point.
“Liv… Please, I just needed to make sure that there would be no secret or lies anymore. I wanted to tell you as soon as possible…”
“And what am I supposed to do with this information?”
“Damn. I don’t know… I…”
It was not the first time but there, I felt absolutely dumb.
“Okay. And do you remember how I told you that I didn’t want to know whatever was going on between you and Blake?” Olvia asked me, jaded.
I gulped.
“Yes, I do now.”
It felt like I could not do anything right.
That being said, as long as I was fucking Blake, I was not sure that there could have anything I might have done to make things right.
She did not seem that mad though.
Olivia invited me in as Eric ran to the shower, probably to avoid the awkwardness of this conversation.
Smart man.
“Listen, dad. I’m not too surprised and in a sense, I guess it’s better that you tell me rather than me finding out by someone else. But seriously, your relationship with Blake is your problem now. Certainly not mine.”
“I had to make sure you could live with that before going any further with him… You remain my priority. You know that.”
“Any further? What could possibly be further than sex?”
“A relationship.” I simply stated.
She was startled.
No matter what, I thought that brutal honesty was the best policy.
“Wow. So, this is real, then?”
“I promise that I tried to fight back my feelings but…”
She sighed.
“Stop torturing yourself. If you want me to be happy for you two, that won’t happen. If you want me to have family dinners with the both of you, that won’t happen either. And if you want me to call Blake my step-dad, that definitely won’t happen.”
She chuckled at that last suggestion.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Liv.”
“But if your concern is that I would be suffering or that I would cut ties with you because of this, you can relax. I was miserable with Blake by the end. I tried to hold on to someone who was not real. Honestly, I feel liberated since we broke up. He’s all yours.”
“We’ll see about that but… Are you sure?”
“Yes! Good luck with the cheater and the liar.”
It looked like the bitterness was still there.
But what more could I have expected other than my daughter tolerating that I might get into a serious relationship with her ex?
It was such a miracle already that she was not downright hating me.
“We still have a long way to go before Blake and I get together but I… Yes, I guess I wanted to make sure you’d be all right.”
“I will be. Do you want a coffee or something?”
I was stilling feeling like a proper idiot.
“I’m sorry to have barged in like that. I didn’t know Eric would be there. I didn’t want to intrude.”
“That’s okay. Eric’s been hanging around here a lot. I guess this is getting a bit more serious with him.”
She smiled at me.
Her smile was definitely the greatest gift she could have given me. It seemed sincere.
“I hope it will work out, that he will treat you right.”
“He passed the first test; he didn’t fuck with my father when he invited him to a gay orgy.”
I gulped.
I was about to try to justify myself when she burst out laughing.
“Liv, that’s not funny.”
“I know, but I’m trying to make it funny! Better this than crying, right?”
We did not speak any more of Blake but Olivia had another concern to share.
She had called the insurance people for the farm and she was stressing about their refusal to cover part of the renovations’ cost.
“It’s not your place to worry about that, Liv. And I’ve got it covered.”
“How? They’re locking a third of the money because you haven’t pressed charges. That’s messed-up. I feel awful.”
“And I won’t, honey. I cannot press charges; you know that.
“I should be the one paying off for this… This is so wrong.”
“I’ve told you; I’ve found a solution.”
“Dad…”
“Don’t make that face, Liv. I’m serious. I’ve already decided that I’ll use Fran money to cover the costs. I don’t want this money anyway; I don’t deserve it.”
“You could do much more stuff with it.”
“I’m not broke. I’ve been living rent-free for months. I’ll be just fine. Besides, I’d feel wrong using Fran’s inheritance for anything else. I’m going to donate the remainder of the money to the hospital, it will help some people in need.”
She smiled at me.
“You’re really trying redeem yourself.”
“Maybe. But truly, I’d rather work on the farm by myself anyway. I very much enjoyed renovating the barn back in the…”
I did not finish my sentence and I was already regretting saying that, it was definitely a most sensitive subject.
Eric got out of the bathroom at the same time and it provided us with a welcomed distraction.
He made sure to hold the towel he was wearing tightly and he ran to the bedroom to change before joining us. I barely caught a glimpse of his barely naked college jock’s body.
He was right, let’s not allow any more misunderstanding.
At the way they were looking at each other and giggling like teenagers during breakfast, I could tell that their feelings were genuine.
Obviously, who knew if this was meant to last, but for the time being, my daughter looked happy.
While I was talking with Olivia, Blake was talking with Zaid on his side, letting him know that we were starting something together.
I am not sure what it was about, and what had truly happened between them, but we both felt like it was important to close this chapter before moving on.
I was still feeling uncomfortable about that.
I hoped that Blake would not regret his choice.
Often, I was wondering. Why me, the mature selfish redneck, and not the young football jock?
The heart wants what he wants, I suppose.
Why was I so in love with Blake myself? Who fucking knew? But my feelings were definitely real.
We had made many mistakes, - well, I had made many mistakes -, and there was a lot of complicated history between us, but somehow, we decided to give ourselves a real shot.
Blake would have had hundreds of reasons to be mad at me but we allowed ourselves a fresh start.
To that end, I invited him on a date. A real proper one, as if we had never met before.
I was trying to be worthy of this relationship.
If you can believe it, I even dressed nicely, or tried to do so.
Yes, I went shopping beforehand!
I purchased the first formal white shirt and a pair of suit pants that I was buying since my wedding with Debby, more than twenty years prior.
Not that Blake or I was into this bull-crap but I wanted to show him that I was serious about this.
I had booked a table at the best steakhouse restaurant in Sacramento.
If there was one thing that I was willing to spend a good amount of money on, and dress for the occasion, it was a fine piece of beef. To eat rare of course.
Anyway, I picked Blake on his campus after his football practice and he hoped into my van.
“What the hell is that?” He asked.
Blake was not used to see me in a shirt, neatly tucked inside my pants. I had trimmed my beard and even tried to do my hair, somehow.
Let me reassure you, I was not wearing a tie and I had not buttoned my shirt all the way up. I was still Joe and I needed to freaking breathe!
“Wanted to look nice.” I simply said.
He leaned over to kiss me.
His classmates were walking around, we were definitely trying something new here. Public display of affection.
Call me a damn romantic but I was definitely feeling the tingles as I kissed him back.
Could we be a normal couple?
That seemed so unreal and yet, it was happening.
“Should I go change before we go the restaurant?” He asked me.
“Nah, you look nice as you are.”
He was wearing a pair of jeans and a grey sweater. To be fair, Blake always looked great.
“It’s gonna look like you’re my sugar daddy, taking me on a date.” He spoke.
“And what would be the problem with that? I do intend to pay the bill after all.”
He chuckled.
“Here I was, thinking I was going on a date with a farmer from Utah and now, I’m being chased by a white-collar man!”
“You don’t know me, it’s our first date.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Okay, stranger. Where are we going anyway?”
“Surprise, surprise…”
“Just drive us there, idiot.”
I winked at Blake.
We got to the steakhouse which was a pleasant surprise for my date and we had a great dinner.
Thank God, Blake did not order his food well-done.
This would have ended our relationship before it could even truly begin!
Aside from the few kisses exchanged in the car and the fact that Blakey had his hand on my thigh for the entire ride to get there, we kept the role-play of “meeting for the very first time” going for the first part of the evening.
“What are you doing for a living?” Blake playfully asked.
“I use my hands mainly. I own a farm in Utah, cultivating wheat mainly. I’m returning there next week.”
“Sounds nice… I wish I could work on a farm. I’m pretty bored with academics.”
His feet were already rubbing against my ankles under the table.
Okay, maybe we were not so good at role-playing…
What can I say? We were too attracted to each other to keep our hands off.
Blake went to the restrooms before the dessert and I almost joined him there. You should have seen his peachy ass walking towards the other end of the restaurant. Irresistible.
As I was waiting for him, I realized that I was not used to wearing suit-pants and that a hard-on in such pants was even more difficult to conceal.
My family jewels were on full display.
Without any underwear on, flaccid, the visible penis line had been prominent all night, - which may have explained why the waiter had looked at me strangely when we had first walked in -, but with the solid brick in my pants, if I were to stand up now, I think I could have literally been kicked out for indecent exposure.
Not to mention that I was already dripping and a stain was slowly, but surely, forming on my crotch.
I could really not be trusting going out…
Even when I tried to act somewhat civilized, my dick was untameable.
To be fair, Blake was not helping!
Once back from the restrooms, he went from rubbing my ankles to massaging my bulge under the table.
“Stop it, man. You’re diving me crazy.”
“What are you talking about, Joe? We’re just having a nice dinner.”
Blake winked at me and I felt his foot caressing my crotch even more outrageously.
The dude had taken off his shoes. He went all in.
“You really want to wake up the beast, don’t you?”
“I thought a man like you could master his urges.”
“Oh, I can master something, trust me!” I snapped.
“Gentlemen, dessert?”
I slightly jumped; I had not seen the waiter coming behind me.
What had he heard?
Blake was pushing all my buttons, ordering a banana split. I went for chocolate cake, but believe me, I was expecting to eat another type of cake later on.
“You look very good a little dressed-up.” Blake told me.
“Thanks… You too… I mean, you always look good.”
I was not the best at flirting, - with words, I mean -, but I swear that he slightly blushed.
“I think we shouldn’t give a fuck about how we dress at home, or about wearing clothes at all, but once a month, just for fun, we should go out like this. What do you think about that?”
“I love the idea.”
He bit his lips and Blake was incredibly sexy.
What was the most enjoyable, of course, was the fact that we were talking about our future.
It was fragile and I was not delusional but we had come such a long way…
As I asked for the bill and waited for it to come, I asked Blake to ease off on the rubbing and massaging.
“Dude, I cannot stand up. Literally.”
“Really?”
I dropped my fork on the floor purposely.
“Just take a look!”
Who do you think I am? I could play risky as well. I did not want to be scolded by the restaurant’s staff but I was excited when bending the rules.
Excited…
That was the appropriate word as Blake went down the table to pick-up the fork and had a great view of my raging hard dick.
I made it throb in my pants as he was watching.
I could control my anaconda… to some extent.
The poor guy bumped his head on the table as he tried to sit back up.
“Ouch.”
“Are you okay down there?”
“I’m fine.” He said, now fully-red.
“You’re sure? You look like you’ve seen a monster or something.” I teased him.
“No… Just my next meal… Twitching for me.”
I chuckled.
He was good at this, and Blake was not done.
He held his own fork in the air and looking straight at me, he let it go right at the level of my feet.
“Come on!” I grunted, looking around.
It was becoming quite obvious that we were up to no good.
“Oopsie. My mistake. Guess I have to go back down there.”
He had the cheekiest smile and although I was pretending to be annoyed by his shenanigans, I was very much into it.
I mean, he knew exactly how he was making me feel, and this is why he kept on pushing things further.
This time around, I felt his hands grabbing my cock through my pants and I gasped.
“Lord…”
He was stroking me and I was so horny already that it was as if he was turning on a faucet. The precum started to leak out of my cockhead, only in much more proportions than before.
He came back from under the table, satisfied.
Our waiter was glancing at us a few tables further away.
“I think my hands are wet.” Blake whispered.
“Babe, you have to stop that. You’re gonna me cum, right here. You know that’d be a waste.”
“Let’s just pay and leave then. I cannot wait anymore.”
The boy was eager.
And so was I!
See, all I have shared about love and our feelings to each other, that was all true, but let’s be real, at the core of our relationship was the sex.
We were both insatiable and constantly pulled towards one another.
He stopped playing with my cock until I paid for our meal.
I gave the waiter a generous tip so he would not make any comment when I stood up and it literally looked like I had pissed my pants, a large wet stain covering my entire crotch.
Given the fact that I was still pretty obviously hard, the waiter could figure that it was not piss but an extraordinary large amount of precum.
He had to stare, - who could blame him -, but he simply wished us a good night.
Once again, it was hard not to jump on Blake once we got in the car.
He had toyed with me for the entire evening and he was exuding animal in heat’s energy.
Even pretending that this was our first date had brought something special to the night and I could not wait to bang him, as if it was our first time.
Blake seemed to be even more in a hurry than I was.
“You cock, Joe… Damn… In these pants… It looked… Hum…”
“I know, right? Quite scandalous.”
“Fucking delicious, you mean!”
He could not wait.
He fetched my bone out as I was driving and started blowing me at a red light.
“Blakey… You’re a twisted boy…”
He pulled back but I could feel his warm breath against my cockhead. He had pulled my foreskin; he was stroking me.
“I can stop, daddy. Just say the words, I’ll stop.”
I grabbed his hair with my free hand and pushed his face down my junks.
“Just get in deep in your throat, baby… Do it right!”
From this point on and until we arrived at the castle, with his mouth full, Blake could no longer speak.
He kept my cock in his throat for nearly twenty minutes, with barely no interruption.
Blake ruined my pants with his saliva and slime.
Heck, I could throw it in the trash, it was not as if I would have much use of suit-pants in Utah.
“Joe… I… Hmmm… I’m so freaking horny right now.”
We made out in the car once I had parked in the driveway.
“Come here!”
I got out of my van, opened the door for him on the passenger seat and I practically lifted him up from the car.
“Fuck me, Joe.”
“Oh, I will, Blakey. I fucking will!”
We got to the house and started undressing in the lobby, we were naked once in the living room, and I was spanking his ass in the staircase.
“Your cock’s been wet all evening for me, daddy.”
His eyes were giving pride and lust.
“It has been getting so wet, baby, just for you. Now get down here!”
I threw him on the bed, lifted his legs up and started eating his asshole. Musky, heated, itching…
My dick was aching in anticipation of drilling him.
The foreplay did not last long, although, we could consider that it had started hours prior.
I locked his arms against the bed and I shoved my pulsating monster-cock in his asshole.
“Hmm… Oh, yes, daddy! Yeeees!”
Why did this keep getting better?!
Every time I was visiting his tight hole, I felt like it was giving more and more tingles in my stomach.
My cock was perfectly trapped in his humid cavity and I knew the exact spots where I had to hit to put Blakey in a trance.
“I love you, Blake… Hmmm… And I love… Hmmm… How you’re taking… Hmmm… My fat cock… Like… Hmmm… A damn champ…”
I was doing ample and steady back and forth inside of him, the friction was driving me crazy.
“Oh… Fuck me, Joe… Fuck me, Daddy… I love you too… Hmmm… Yes… I love the way you fuck me… So hard…”
“Yes? Deeper?”
“Yes… So deep… So good…”
I pinched his nipples and I licked his face.
I felt his hands grabbing and scratching my hairy ass.
At one point, he shoved one single finger in.
“Damn, Blakey… You’re gonna make daddy cum.”
It would not be a long session but we would have days, weeks, months and maybe years to fuck each other times and times again.
I fucked him on the edge of the bed, against a wall, and then, on the wooden floor. I was pounding him like a rag doll.
There, as usual, I went a little rough.
I put my large bare and hairy foot on his face as I was ploughing his ass.
I wanted to keep on surprising him, to give him something new.
You should have seen my Blakey, drooling on the floor, his pretty face smashed by my gigantic foot, his asshole gaping as I was fucking him balls deep.
I pulled back and sprayed my jizz all over his white ass.
Then, I bent over and licked everything off, eating my own cum.
I spat the creamy juice back in his mouth while stroking his dick furiously. I was finishing him up, he was losing his shit.
He jizzed in my hands. So much cum. So much filth…
And God… I loved him so much.
What was that? Happiness?
[See you exceptionnally this Saturday for the conclusion of the story before my break!]
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thomas lodge
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Joden Wayagwag
I can't see the last chapter huhu
syrus80
Very happy! 😀 Love my Blake and Joe!
