A Fall in the City Ch. 07
Dive into Chapter 7 of “A Fall in the City,” where passion ignites in the heart of the city. Join our characters as they explore desire, connection, and the thrill of love against a vibrant urban backdrop. Don’t miss this steamy continuation—your next favorite escapade awaits!
Farmer Joe finds himself forced to live with his daughter and her boyfriend, Blake, for the entire Fall. The redneck hates being stuck in a small apartment in the city, but he has a secret. Joe and Blake have begun a relationship last Summer… Living once again in such close proximity, things could get steamy… and complicated.
This book is a sequel to A Summer at the Farm, told through Joe’s perspective. All characters featured are above 18 years-old and this story is meant to be read by adults only.
A FALL IN THE CITY
Chapter 7: Quick and Dirty
My second week in Sacramento followed pretty much the same path as the first one.
I got used to be sleeping on the couch, to be seeing Blake and Olivia argue and make up, and I became a regular at the jazz club, mainly to hear Lova Lova singing.
I even befriended the bartender, Sergio. A good lad. Very professional and easy to talk to whenever I wanted to.
He was not looking bad either. Nice juicy ass, which was always a plus in my books.
Blake and I tried to stay away from each other but, – who is surprised by this? -, we did not succeed.
I mean, Olivia let us alone one night to hang with her girls, what the hell were we supposed to do? Playing boards games? Watching television?
Of course, we fucked! And pretty hard at that!
I shoved my twelve inches meat deep inside his ass as he was bending over against the washing machine. In exchange, he rimmed my hairy asshole and blew my cock in the large bathtub.
I creamed all over his face.
We did reduce the frequency of our intercourses though.
Back at the farm, we were banging three or more times a day, and we were virtually glued to the hips 24/7.
At the apartment, I was nutting in his ass or in his throat four times a week, max.
See, we were making progress!
If the risk was part of the excitement at first, at this stage, it was no longer the case.
On the contrary, having to stay hidden and lying to Olivia’s face became a huge weight on my shoulders, as far as I was concerned anyway.
Trust me, if I could have erased any hint of attraction that I had towards Blake and forget everything, I would have.
Sadly, I was ineluctably drawn to his peachy bum…
Resisting each other was not easy, Blake was spending a lot of time inside the apartment and I did not have a job either.
Not the best conditions to try to get rid of an addiction.
Things could get boring quickly… And we could get horny even quicker!
At times, we were managing spending a few hours in the same room without jumping onto each other, but at other times, we had to release the pressure somehow.
Once, we jerked each other off for literally hours.
Blake used his valid left hand to stroke my sausage and I used my right hand on his, sadly he could not use both of his hands to cover the entire surface of my meat.
Do not get me wrong, it was still very much enjoyable.
We edged ourselves during an entire afternoon. Any time we were about to cum, we were taking a small break before going right back at it. That, until we jizzed a crazy amount of cum in our respective mouths.
I was not much of a jizz swallower before meeting Blakey, but the boy had gotten me accustomed to the taste of his milk, to the point where I was craving it.
When Olivia was around, we behaved.
Well, mostly.
I could not resist a little smack on the ass when she was in another room, and Blake would incidentally rub my crotch just to make me go crazy, even during dinner.
I hated when he did that.
First of all, it was way too risky.
Second of all, I was left with an unattended erection afterwards. That was not cool.
And third of all, – and probably worst of all -, Blake was looking all guilty when he was done.
What was the point of poking the bear if he could not handle the consequences of his actions?!
It was like he was teasing me all day long, and all of the sudden, he was deeply regretful and ashamed.
Lucky for Blakey that I could not stay angry at him for too long.
In the course of the first couple of weeks of my stay in their apartment, I think the craziest thing we did was when Blake re-enacted the usual “waking me up with a blowjob” trope, except that this time around, we were in his living room, it was the middle of the night, and Liv was sleeping right next door!
We were definitely playing with fire but I was losing my common sense when it came to Blake.
I was so comfortable under the sheets, sleeping, and suddenly, there was this amazing wet mouth surrounding my leaking cock.
How was I expected to say no?!
I grabbed Blake’s hair in the dark and forced him down my pole.
He choked, gagged, gurgled but he deep-throated me like the champion cock-sucker that he had become.
I think I nutted in less than four minutes of intense servicing of my rod.
It was a close call because Olivia woke up to have a glass of water while Blake had just returned to the bathroom, my fresh jizz in his mouth.
Once again, I was clearly seeing the crash coming, – this situation could not last for long -, but once again, I had been unable to refuse myself to Blake.
In the end, the only way to avoid those slips and slides was to get away from the apartment.
When I was going to the jazz club, I started confiding in Fran a little more, before or after her performances.
She was never judgmental and I think that she liked talking to me, I was different than the usual clients, maybe.
Of course, I did not mention my relationship with Blake, but I could talk about loneliness and my hard time living cooked-up in an apartment with my daughter and her boyfriend.
She got that.
When I told her that I missed working, she said that she might need my help with some house and repairs work.
“You know that I own a castle, right?”
“A castle?” I grinned, thinking that she was joking.
“It doesn’t have large towers or anything, but my mansion is up in the hills of Sacramento and it has been formally classified as a castle. I bought it back in the seventies, everything was cheaper back then, and I’ve practically spent decades renovating it. Yet, there’s still a lot of work to do.”
“Wow. That’s impressive. I love old houses.”
“I assume that, being a farmer, you must be good with your hands and with fixing stuff?”
“I sure am.”
“You should come by one day; you’ll see it for yourself. We’ll negotiate a good price for your help with the renovation.”
“I don’t want a pity job though. I don’t need charity.”
“Trust me, I already have multiple people helping me but no one has the time — or the ability for that matter -, to fix the west aisle with the guest bedrooms. I offered the job to my gardener already, he’s cute and all, but this work is way out of his league. I mean, it’s not that pressing anyway, it’s not like I have many guests…” She added, a bit bitter.
“Thank you, Fran. I’ll keep the job offer in mind, and I may want to take a look at the castle.”