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A Fall in the City - Chapter 21
🕑 Added 2024-08-20 10:00:01 +0000 UTCA FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 21: The Will, the Funerals and the Snow
Zaid, Sergio, Blake and I.
It was no longer a love triangle; it was a fucking square.
Although “love triangle” may not have been the most appropriate term in this case.
Aside from Zaid who had confessed his love for Blake to me, who actually was in love with each other in that group?
Well… Could I keep ignoring the voice in my head telling me to run for Blake?
Following Fran’s death, I was tempted many times to call or to text him. I realized that I had never replied to his text from the night of his break-up with Liv, a couple months prior.
Shame on me.
He told me that he was not into Zaid, that they were not together… Was it true?
For God’s sake, I knew that I had an impressive humongous dick but was not it obvious that Blake would have been happier with his football mate? Why on Earth would he prefer me other him?
Zaid was a damn Angel. He was beautiful, a freaking sport jock, he was sweet and generous while I was too old, too raunchy and, as this story has proven many times, selfish.
I had packed my stuff to leave the castle as I assumed that I was homeless after Fran’s death but Zaid had asked to see me there the day right after.
Already, Sergio had suggested that I should move in with him until the farm was ready.
I was not a big fan of the idea and I told him so.
If the (messy) rooftop sex with Blake had taught me one thing, it was that I was not feeling for Sergio the way I was feeling for Blakey.
We had been playing with the “friends with benefits” idea for a while, but I did not want to entertain any false hope with Sergio, especially in a context where we would be living together.
It was way too committal when I knew that we had no future.
Do not get me wrong, the bartender was a great guy, but I had simply never caught feelings.
Besides, now that I had seen (and fucked) Blake again, everything and everyone else seemed bland in comparison.
Tommy, also known as “BigTrunk69”, texted me so we could meet again, but I was plainly not interested.
When he learnt about Fran, he apologized for reaching to me for a meaningless fucking session in such a difficult time.
He did not have to apologize, and frankly, this had nothing to do with any lack of libido.
Maybe I should not admit this but losing Fran had had zero impact on my sex drive.
I was as horny as usual… Meaning, constantly.
The thing was, I was not craving Sergio, or Tommy, or even Zaid for that matter, there was a single man occupying my thoughts and making my monster cock rise.
Yes, the relapse was very real.
I had resisted for months, ignored my true feelings, done everything to forget Blakey, but one afternoon with him and I was back in square one.
Anyway, as planned, I met with Zaid in Fran’s living room the day following her death.
“How are you holding up, kid?” I hugged him.
“I’m fine. We all knew it would end like that. Right?”
Zaid did not seem fine but I left him some space.
“I suppose. Well, I’m ready to leave. It’s only a matter of a couple of weeks before I have the green light to live inside the farm again. I’ll get by in the meantime.”
“You don’t have to leave, Joe. Fran would have wanted you to stay for as long as you needed.”
“Yes, maybe, but she’s no longer here and I don’t intend to cohabitate with her ungrateful children. Not that they would want me there anyway.”
“Her sons are not coming, at least, not in here.”
“Why?”
Zaid made a weird face, like he was ashamed of something.
“They don’t get the castle.” He sighed. “They inherit from the rights on her music, which are valued at a lot, from a couple of residential homes she had in the countryside, from most of her money, but not from this place.”
“Who gets the castle, then?”
Zaid looked at the floor.
“Me.” He muttered.
“You?!”
“I know… This is crazy. I swear I’ve never asked for anything! I don’t understand what happened, what went through her mind, her lawyers called me last night and I saw them this morning. Fran had all the paperwork giving me the mansion made behind my back.”
I was surprised at first, but thinking about it, it made a lot of sense.
“I think she’s made a good decision.” I stated, genuinely. “You’ve been there through the toughest part of her life.”
“I didn’t help her to get through anything… I… Joe, her kids are going to hate me. I’m sure they’ll challenge it in front of a Court but Fran’s already dealt with everything. I can even be helped by her lawyers, she has pre-paid them, it’s all in the will.”
“Wow… 22 and you own the most beautiful mansion of Sacramento.”
He chuckled.
“Insane… I’ve not even told my parents yet.”
“Who have you told?”
“Well, you, right now and… Blake.”
Of course, he had told Blake, I thought, somehow bitter.
My jealousy was misplaced, I am aware.
“It’s gonna be quite the change from your dorm room!” I told him.
“God. I don’t think I’m even gonna move here. I… I just need to think about what I should do with this place.”
“Look, this is yours and I don’t want to overstep. You should still have the place for yourself, and invite Blake in if you want to.”
My stomach hurt at that suggestion but for once, I tried to take a page out of Zaid’s book and not be so selfish.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve told you, Fran wanted you here and I intend to respect her wishes. Besides, as you said, it’s not like you’re gonna stay here for months.”
“I leave in 13 days.”
“See… Anyway, that was not the only reason why I wanted to see you.”
“What now?”
Zaid searched in a green bag that he had brought with him. He got a folder from it with a pile of paperwork.
I hated legal documents and whatnot. I had always had.
“Take that and read it, I’m not the only one mentioned in Fran’s will.” Zaid said.
I did not understand where he was going at, at first.
It was so surreal that I would be part of Fran’s will that my mind simply did not go there.
I started reading.
“I don’t understand shit, mate. I’m not a freaking lawyer. I don’t get this bullshit.”
“Just go to the table at the end. Last page.”
There was a list of names, about forty of them. I recognized Zaid, Sergio and Alfonzo’s names, and mine, right below.
Numbers were attached to them.
I read out loud.
“Joe Peterson – 100.000 U.S. dollars.”
“Seems like you’re richer too.” Zaid commented.
I let go of the paper like it could burn my hands.
“What the fuck is that?”
I had never been gifted anything aside for the old farm from my parents after their death, but I had certainly never been given that much money.
I had been friends with Fran for three months, top. What was she thinking?
“Easy with handling the paperwork, Joe. It is literally worth millions.”
Zaid picked up the piece of paper which had fallen on the floor to get it back neatly inside the folder.
“100 grands! That’s madness.”
“Man, I inherited a fucking castle, that’s the mad part.”
I laughed.
“Fran was a mad woman…”
“Don’t you say that, it’s exactly what her kids are going to pretend to annul the donations.”
“Should we worry about that?”
“Not according to Fran’s… well, to my lawyers. She has still left her children with a lot of money to keep them busy and happy, and she has drafted every line of her will with financial and legal advisors, having it confirmed by bailiffs and courts just a couple weeks ago. They have no case to refute the donations. She was very much sane.”
I sat in the sofa.
Or rather, I fell in it, stunned.
One hundred grands, falling in my pocket. I did not deserve it.
“Why do I feel bad about this?” I spoke.
“Now, you get where I’m at with this damn castle.”
Zaid looked at the high ceiling of the mansion which was now his.
“And how rich was she really? Good God!”
“Yeah, I knew that she was loaded but certainly not to this degree…”
We stayed silent for a little while, and then, he said something else which almost shook me just as much as the content of the will.
“Is there something going on between you and Blake?” He asked out of nowhere.
Shit.
He was direct.
What was I supposed to answer that?
I tried with the truth.
“Yes, there’s been something between us.”
“And now?”
“Now, I have no idea. I think Blake deserves someone his age and…”
Zaid cut me off.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t speak for Blake. Only him knows what he wants.”
I looked at Zaid’s brown almost black eyes.
“Yes… You’re right on that.”
Zaid sighed.
“I have to go; I have a lot of things to care of. I guess we’ll see each other at the funerals.”
“What should I do in the meantime, in here?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Just make sure that my house doesn’t break down. Tend the garden, I don’t know.”
I smiled at him.
“You’ve got this.”
He left and I started to think about all the things I could do with that $100.000 check.
“Thank you, Fran…” I talked in the air.
She did not reply.
*
I did not get to see neither Zaid nor Blake until we met again at the funerals.
They happened two days later and they were hundreds of people present, maybe closer to a thousand.
Fran’s old friends, her chauffeur, her cook, - Alfonzo had taken the hit of losing Fran very hard -, her musicians, the staff from the jazz club including Sergio, and many of the regular clients, her three children were there too, - I had very much diabolized them but they seemed genuinely affected and, in the end, I felt terribly for them, I know what it was like to lose a mother, - and among the crowd, many people Fran did not know personally, fans of Lova Lova, who sometimes had travelled many miles to say a last goodbye to the singer.
Her death had made it to the headlines of the Sacramento’s papers. She also had a few mentions in the national news. Her music was trending on Spotify.
I thought the funerals were beautiful and I knew that Zaid had played a large part in organizing them.
Another reason to praise him.
Blake and I greeted each other politely, but believe it or not, we refrained from fucking on a tomb stone.
As it turned out, we did have some limits after all!
Olivia was also present, somewhere in the crowd.
When Blake and I said goodbyes though, I could not help myself from sharing something a little more personal.
“Blake, I meant to text you but…”
“But what?”
He stared at me, jaded.
“Frankly, I just didn’t have the words. And I don’t mean only for the past few days. I tried to text you after the proposal to Liv, after the break-up, but I could not find the right way to talk to you.”
Blake’s face was very hard to read.
“I don’t think this is the place to talk about this shit.” He eventually said.
“Agreed. This is why I wanted to invite you over to the castle. Maybe for a dinner?”
“You want to fuck me again?” He asked abruptly.
I was surprised by his reaction.
“I mainly wanted to talk.” I almost stopped there but I did add a very telling. “But…”
Clearly, sex was never out of the question with Blake.
Blake chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully.
Phew, he did not seem like he was mad.
“I can come by the castle tomorrow night? You’re gonna leave town soon, right?”
“Right. But I’ll be there tomorrow. I’ll cook something.”
It was a date, or sort of.
I am not sure there is a word in the English dictionary to describe whatever was the purpose of this “meeting”.
All I knew was that it was time for Blake and I to have a serious talk, whatever it might lead to.
I had tried to forget him but he was still living in my head, rent free. We needed to find a way out.
I had a drink with Sergio after the funerals.
He had organized an event at the jazz club to pay homage to Lova Lova.
Him too, did not know what to do with the money Fran had given him. He thought about investing it in the bar.
We drank some scotch, we talked about Fran, and before I left, he told me what I already knew to be true.
“You’re very distant since Fran’s death. You’re different too.”
“Sorry about that.”
“No need to apologize, I’m just saying. I hope you’re doing okay, Joe.”
“I’m doing well… I… I should have been there for you these last few days, but… It feels like that would be something couples would do.”
“And God forbids we do anything a couple would do. Right?”
“Come on, Sergio. That’s not fair.”
“I’m not mad and I get it. We’ve never promised each other anything.”
Maybe he was getting it, but he definitely looked angry.
“I’m leaving in ten days.” I told as a poor justification.
“That’s not the point and you know it. If you wanted to be with me, you wouldn’t care about this. I mean, sure, you live in the middle of nowhere, but the middle of nowhere turns out to be not so far away from Sacramento.”
“What do you want me to say? I’m just honouring my part of our deal. We’ve always been clear about not wanting a relationship. I thought you were seeing other people too, that you didn’t want to be with me?”
He sipped in his glass.
“You’re right. I guess it’s about my ego.”
“Look, Sergio, I just don’t want us to get too close, like romantically, and for things to become complicated.”
“And the sex?”
I sighed.
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I think I’m going to withdraw from meaningless or emotionless sex for a little while.”
“I see…”
“I’m sorry, Sergio, if I…”
“You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m fine and we’re good.”
Thank God he was a mature man.
“So we can remain friends?”
“Of course, we can. Can I ask one question though?”
“What question?”
“Do you think that there’s someone on this Earth able to make this closed farmer’s heart beat again?”
I chuckled.
“Who knows?”
We drank one last glass in honour of Fran.
*
I was like a teenage girl looking for the right outfit for Blake’s visit.
The weather was getting colder as we were entering the winter’s months.
Although, Sacramento does not really experience winter. There had not been snow there since 1976.
Still, it was cold enough not to wear my signature outfit: shirtless with some shorts, riding commando.
Since I had to wear clothes, I surprised myself thinking of what I would look like in this or that, or what would Blake like best.
This was very unlike me.
I used to not give a damn about what the others might think, and look at me now, anxious and over-thinking in front of my luggage.
I had not unpacked since I had almost left a few days earlier.
I growled; I was angry against myself for being so cheesy. In the end, I grabbed the first thing I could find, a white sweater and some blue jeans, and that would be it.
Blake arrived about twenty minutes late for dinner.
I was pacing around.
Alfonzo was no longer there and I had prepared meatballs. Pretty much the only thing I could make.
At this point, I still had no idea of how I wanted the evening to go.
My feelings were mixed between the excitement of a first date, the anxiety before a tough conversation, and the horniness of someone who had not bust his creamy loads for four days.
The last ones having gone straight into Blake’s throat.
Oh, the sweet memories!
Well, I hoped they were sweet for Blakey! I had been told my jizz was tasting great.
He knocked at the door. I had a vivid flashback of the day, seven months earlier, when he had come to the farm.
I was taking a shower back then; I had made him wait on purpose.
I was as asshole, I wanted to toy with my future son-in-law.
And now, I was running to open the door, relieved that he had not stood me up.
“Hey, Blake. Welcome to the castle.”
“Hey.”
Shit.
What were supposed to do. Shaking hands? Fist-bumping? Passionately kissing?
I opted for a (warm) hug.
I recognized his familiar scent and I felt immediately better.
“Come on in, I’ve made meatballs.”
He laughed.
“You haven’t changed”
“Why should I have?”
“Yeah, right. Let’s eat the Joe’s classic. Spaghetti and meatballs.”
He removed his jacket. It was the same lumberjack one he was wearing the day Fran died, the day when I pounded his hole on the hospital’s rooftop.
He was wearing a tight white tank-top underneath. He was showcasing his shredded muscles, was he trying to seduce me?
Whether he was intentionally turning me on or not, I wished we could have skipped the meatballs so I could have him as my main course.
As his gaze stopped at my bulge, it was pretty obvious that he was wanting the same thing.
In all fairness, I was already hard and my bulge looked pretty obscene, even in a pair of jeans.
“What do you want to…” I started a sentence that I would never finish.
We had not reached the living-room yet that he had already jumped all over me.
I mean, if we could not keep our hands away from each other in a damn hospital, how were we supposed to behave in an empty mansion after four days without nutting?
I should have seen it coming!
My blue balls were aching in anticipation.
“Fuck me.” Blake demanded as I was already lifting him up in the air.
He was rarely that direct and that made my cock twitched.
I was glad that he was initiating things. I had my doubt whether he still wanted me or if the hospital had just been a mistake, and I did not want to look like the freak coming after him… Although, I definitely was: a freak, and coming after him.
I pushed him against the wall and we started making out while taking off our clothes.
Or should I say, ripping them off.
Too bad for the white tank-top, it was a cool top but it ended up torn apart. Oopsie.
It was not like Blake was any gentler. He could not wait to see me naked. He had thrown my sweat around the first chance that he got.
“You’re feisty tonight.” I told him.
“I know what you’re responding to… It’s the only thing that you want, right? Raw sex?” He grabbed my bulge.
I was startled by the way he had phrased that.
Was there resentment in there?
I was not really in a position to use my brain though. The blood which should have been used for my cerebral activity was fulling my humongous demanding cock instead.
“Because you’re so innocent yourself” I snapped back.
He bit his lips… and then he bit mine.
“Yes, maybe I’m even worse than you when it comes to fucking!”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s been two minutes since I’ve asked and I still haven’t felt your cock deep in my ass. Clearly, you’re not so freaky anymore.”
Wow.
I knew it already but I had the confirmation right there.
Blake had changed a lot since his very first day at the farm a day of late-June!
I peeled off his pants roughly and I spanked his bare bubble butt. It jiggled.
That was fucking exciting, especially with the red mark of my massive hand printed all over his left cheek.
“Don’t poke the bear, man. I’m gonna wreck your insides!” I warned him.
He cheekily smiled at me.
“You wouldn’t dare, Daddy?”
I pulled a chair towards me, sat on it, and made Blake bent over my laps.
“Bad boy!”
SPANK
SPANK
SPANK
I slapped his ass three times and for the last hit, I added some saliva in his ass crack. Blake was grunting… But he was also begging for more.
“This is all you’ve got, daddy? I’ve been a very bad boy!”
He was driving me nuts. What was up with my Blakey? He was insatiable!
I bit his ass.
He was laughing now.
“Ouch! You actually hurt me, idiot.” He spoke.
“Sorry…” I replied, sheepishly.
“Give me your ass.”
“What?”
“A bite for a bite.”
What a little prick.
I grabbed his face and forced him down my pecs and nipples.
“Bite that instead!”
He obliged, happily slurping on my hairy male titties.
The juice was already about to fly out from my dick. This was too hot and my nipples were highly sensitive.
Blake started sniffing me and I did the same.
We fell on the floor, almost exactly at the same spot I had caught Zaid running away from the bathroom months before.
We were inhaling each other’s smells like we were animals, I was taking everything in. He was even more shredded and more athletic than before., the jock of all jocks. His pits, his large meaty pecs, his veiny biceps, his six-packs abs… His amazing butt.
“Aaaargh.”
For some reason, it was always bestial, primal, when we were together with Blake.
I could have barked.
I may have barked actually; I cannot remember perfectly.
See, I am still not over the blowjob Blake offered me right afterwards. He quite literally blew my mind!
Blake was the best cock-sucker I knew but he outdid himself that time.
He was deepthroating while pushing his tongue out, bathing my balls as he was servicing my monster cock, buried very deep inside his throat.
I have no idea how he kept breathing with my girthy bone choking him.
His nose was smashed against my pubic hair. His throat and mouth were filled with my heavy leaking meat.
Maybe he was in apnoea for a full minute?
“You’re a King, Blakey. A KING!”
He choked and gagged on my dick. A ton.
I skull-fucked him for a while until he could not hold on anymore.
“Fuck… Fuck…” He panted.
The saliva and my pubic and balls’ hair were dripping from his chin.
“Gimme your cock.”
I thought that he deserved, at the very least, for me to return the favour.
I did my best even though I knew I could never reach his cock-sucking skills.
Whatever I was doing with my lips, he seemed to like it.
“Yes, daddy… Mmmm… Yes, suck my college jock’s dick…”
I kissed his cockhead and stared right at him, grunting above me.
I surprised him with a finger deep inside his asshole to finish my blowjob. Still so tight and warm. I loved this place!
Maybe the surprise was a bit too intense for Blake, he came in my mouth instantly.
“Aaaaaaah… Aaaaahh… Joe… Yes… Fuck, yes! Please… Swallow…”
He did not have to ask; I was already drinking on his nutritious milk.
Swallowing his loads made me feel so slutty that my cock, - that I was not even touching -, exploded simultaneously.
I did not expect that, I was usually pretty good at controlling myself, especially when my dick was not directly stimulated.
Blake was making me weak.
He got on all fours to lick the cum which had dripped down my thighs and stinky feet.
Once again, we had made a big old mess.
“Good boy…” I growled. “Don’t you dare wasting daddy’s cum…”
I had a mouth full of his own juice as I spoke. He was slurping on my big hairy toe.
He straightened up to French-kiss me.
The make-out session was filthy and… full of jizz.
I spat his cum that I was swallowing in his mouth, he did the same with mine, and we repeated the operation several times. I read somewhere that this sexual practice was called snow-balling.
I highly recommend!
I was back to being fully hard once we were done.
And see… It turned out that it could snow in Sacramento after all!
Thankfully, the night was still young!
Comments
syrus80
These two are so passionate and meant for each other. I guess we have to wait for them to finally just say that to each other!
memo2dt
I too wanted them to have an actual conversation and get things sorted. I've always thought erotic stories should be as close to what actually happens in real life instead of following the sexual formula that so many follow. For example when Blake almost demanded Joe fuck him, I think that's what should have happened instead of the licking and sucking. Sometimes people just want to get down to business or it's not always practical nor required. I possibly see Zaid walking in and seeing Joe balls deep inside of Blake in almost the exact same spot that Joe had fucked him. I'm not necessarily saying I don't want them to get back together. But what I am saying is that Blake should make Joe work for it and not give himself so freely to a man who has basically ghosted him.
Devin
What a great chapter! Just like the good old days. I really wanted them to actually have that conversation. I wanted them both to admit their feelings and make a plan to be together. The passion just radiates off these two, and yes, even though the sex is hotter than hell, you can see something deeper. I’m excited and nervous which way you turn this. I could have a huge smile on my face or literally be crying. Thanks for an amazing chapter Thomas.
