A Fall in the City

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 11: Falling for the Straight Boy

The GrindR dates got old pretty quickly.

Do not get me wrong, I had a few enjoyable experiences but scrolling through the app was mostly tiring.

Between the scammers, the guys who were terrified by the anaconda in my pants, and the professional pornstars who were using me as a meaty XXL dildo come to life (I guess those were the least problematic for me), I felt like I had gotten the best out of the application in less than three weeks.

I went back to women a couple of times to spice up my routine but none of the girls I met managed to blow my dick properly.

One even refused anal sex altogether... What a shame.

Besides, it was so much more work to get hot chicks to agree to meet me. They were not worth the trouble.

The truth was, whatever story I was telling myself, I missed Blake and those encounters were only an excuse to try not to think about him.

And trust me, I hated myself for it.

Fucking Hell, he was supposed to propose to Liv in just a few days and I was still hanging up on him like a damn fool...

And there I was, wrecking my brain around this, like a damn woman losing her mind during her periods.

This was so unlike me.

Aside from Debbie, I had never cared or worried about someone else in this way.

Was he thinking about me? Has he really moved on? Should I take my van and drive to the apartment to tell him not to marry my daughter? And then what, should I ask him to run away with me instead?

Shit. That was downright miserable.

I needed more distraction.

It was almost midnight on Thursday night and I went back on GrindR... I was not even enjoying it anymore; it was just a way to escape my thoughts.

My dick got hard as I stumbled on "BigTrunk69" profile again.

He was still very active on the app. Apparently; he had never gotten tired of it. Probably a sex addict.

Was I an addict myself?

I did not see any new profile that I cared for.

I was getting desperate, changing the search's criteria to try to find people I had never seen before.

Crazy how when I had first opened the app, it seemed like there was an endless pool of bottoms, but now, I was just going in circles with the same faceless pictures.

I went down to the kitchen to have a snack in my underwear.

I was tempted to call Tommy again. A second fuck would not be bending my rules too much? Right?

Maybe I should have called the submissive slut because when I got downstairs, I caught a male figure leaving the mansion and my evening took a whole different turn.

"Hey? Who is it?" I yelled.

I turned on the lights.

Of course, it was Zaid, he was about to walk out of the front door.

I was not too surprised since I had understood for a while that he was offering some extra nightly services to Fran.

She was a generous woman and I bet the college jock was making a ton of money taking care of her sexual needs, whatever they might be.

"Hey, Joe. I... I was just leaving."

He seemed uncomfortable being seen at this hour.

I chuckled.

"Late night gardening I see... What have you taken care of tonight? The front yard or did you focus on the back exclusively?"

I thought that I was being clever.

"Not really sure what you're implying here, Joe, but I'm pretty certain you're making wrong assumptions." He replied, looking jaded.

"I'm not judging, you know. College tuition is expensive and good for you for making money."

Zaid looked very upset which surprised me. There was really no bad intention from my part.

"There's nothing to judge or to comment on here anyway."

"Come on, don't be like that! I'm just teasing, man."

"I'm not a whore if this is what you're implying. That's all."

"No need to use the big words on me, and I've told you, I don't give a fuck. Really. I don't understand why you're getting mad. I won't tell Blake if this is what you're concerned about."

Zaid sighed.

"I don't think you know Fran as much as you think you do."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Joe..." He searched for his words. "Look, that's not my place to tell you anything... Although, this is becoming ridiculous."

"Just state your piece, boy."

I was getting impatient; I had never been a fan of the little mind games.

Zaid hesitated; he picked up his jacket but he told me something else before leaving.

"Tomorrow afternoon, Fran will be leaving for the week-end. She has a few performances planned in Las Vegas."

"I know, she's told me about that already."

"Well, maybe you should take a look at her bedroom while she's gone."

"What for? I'm not a lurker and I don't mingle in other people's business."

"Do as you please but maybe you'll understand some things better... Good night, Joe."

And on these odd words, he left.

What was his problem? And what was up with the enigmas? I seriously could not give a damn whether he was fucking the old wealthy woman or not.

At the very least, I admit that this exchange gave me something else to think about instead of the upcoming proposal.

I saw Fran the next morning but I did not mention my conversation with Zaid.

Since the beginning, it was a clear understanding between us that we were respecting each other's privacy.

She left with her chauffeur after lunch, and I felt like an absolute asshole when I decided to snoop insider her room.

This was so inappropriate but what can I say? Zaid's strange riddle had gotten me curious and I had not much to do while I was waiting for the painting to dry in the rooms I was renovating.

What the hell could I possibly find in there anyway? A sex-sling?

I smiled at the thought.

I was no longer smiling when I got into the room though. Quite the opposite.

In front of me, the atmosphere had nothing to do with the baroque and joyful vibes we could feel in the rest of the mansion.

Various medical machines were filling most of the space, including the bed. There were several monitors, a nebulizer, and something which was called a haemodialysis machine.

It did not look like I was walking into a lady's bedroom, but rather a high-tech hospital room.

I was shocked.

This was not a place one would bring a lover or a gigolo over...

Fran was ill, seriously ill.

I could not believe I had not noticed it before.

I mean, she was certainly old, over 70 years old, but when I was seeing her, she was always prepped, cheerful, funny... She did not look like a sick person.

Like a fucking wuss, I started crying in the middle of the room, going through the medical instruments.

I had grown to love Fran very much. She had only been good to me. I was admiring her a lot as well... And all this time, she had been lying to me, or at the very least, she had not shared what must have been the most difficult time of her life.

Not going to lie, I was shaken to the core.

I wanted a distraction from Blake but this was clearly not what I had in mind.

As they say, be careful what you wish for...

I was pretty stunned all afternoon and the evening which followed, I almost called Zaid a few times but I knew he would be back the next morning. He was working in the gardens every Saturday morning.

Fuck... That was the dreaded Saturday of Blake's proposal on top of the rest.

Depressing day to say the least.

Also, I felt very stupid because of my reaction with Zaid, although I did not know for sure what was going on.

I woke up on Saturday pretty late, feeling like shit.

I had to talk to Zaid, and I was already anticipating the call from Liv later in the evening, telling me she would get married to Blake.

I hoped that, at the very least, she would be very happy about the proposal...

Of course, I had been thinking about Fran for most of the night and I had barely slept.

When I got out my bed naked, I could see Zaid already working outside. We were in October but he was only wearing overalls over his shirtless body. His black skin was shining with the sweat. He was not half-doing his job.

In many ways, I was seeing him in a whole new light.

I got into a pair of shorts (commando), put a sweatshirt on, and I joined him in the garden with a few leftovers from Alfonzo.

The cook was not working since Fran was not in the house but he had left some pancakes for us. He really was a nice guy.

"Here, Zaid. Give yourself a break, you're killing yourself."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Good morning, Joe... Thanks."

He removed his gloves and grabbed a piece of pancake.

"Great work you're doing here. I should have someone like you helping on the farm."

"Yeah... I'll still try my luck with football though."

"This is what you wanna do, even after college?"

"I'm good at it. Very good." He told defensively.

"I believe you."

He drank some water from the hose.

Honestly, he looked hot as hell.

"I usually pick up the mail for Fran when I'm here in the morning, and I put it on the kitchen's table. There was a big envelope for you this morning." He mentioned.

"Thanks, I'll check it out."

"I think I should go back at it now; I'd like to be done by noon."

"Wait... Before you do, I... I wanted to say that I was sorry."

"Sorry?" He smirked at me.

"Don't make this harder than it already is. Apologizing is something I never do."

"What for though?"

"I went to Fran's room as you advised Thursday night and... Well, I saw everything."

Zaid puffed and pushed his shovel aside.

"That's tough... I was kinda hoping you wouldn't check it out, she didn't directly ask me not to tell anyone, but, clearly, she wants her health problems to remain private."

"That's stupid. I live with her. I could and I should help her out."

"I also find out by mistake, and only then, she accepted me to help her. Well, somewhat."

"What does she have?"

"Where to begin with? Her condition is pretty serious but I'm not in contact with her doctors so I don't know everything. She has kidney failure, that's for sure, and she needs to be hooked up to that haemodialysis machine for several hours every couple of days. She hates it, this is why I stay with her when she's doing it. Most of the times, I just study in the room so she's not alone, but sometimes, we talk."

I felt very dumb now.

"Damn... That's really commendable of you."

"She's gonna die, you know. I've been working for her for more than a year and her great-children never came by. Not once. I don't think she's following most of her treatment, she's doing the bare minimum to keep up the appearances but one of these days, her state is going to deteriorate very quickly. From what I've understood, she was also supposed to do chemo but she refused to go through that."

"You shouldn't carry this by yourself, man. How old are you? 21? That's way too young to handle something like that."

I thought about Debbie and how I had tried to preserve Olivia from her sickness.

"I'm 22, actually. But I do this because I want to. She's been helping me paying for my tuition for the past year, she's never asked me anything in return. I don't have any grand-mother left myself. I... I just want to be there for her."

"Still... Listen, I won't tell Fran that we have discussed this but I can tell her that I've noticed some stuff. Maybe she will open up to me and I can help her too."

Zaid shrugged his bare shoulders.

"Do as you wish, man."

I suddenly burst out laughing, probably the nerves.

"I cannot believe that I thought you were his gigolo!"

Zaid laughed as well.

Looking back, this was pretty hysterical given the dramatic nature of the situation.

"Yeah, although, to be honest, I had my doubts about you too! Especially when I saw you stark naked, your huge dick all out, pointing to the ceiling!"

"You thought that it was huge?"

"That's your only take away from this? Come on, Joe. You know what you're packing."

"I do know." I replied cheekily, grabbing my bulge.

I was also very much aware that my cock outline was visible through my shorts. Zaid had been glancing at it the whole time.

"Anyway, even if I had wanted it, I don't think I would have been able to be her escort." He explained, lightly.

"She's a little old but she's a fine lady, at your age, I would have been ready for anything. I could have fucked a ninety years-old."

"Trust me, I wouldn't have been able to get it up."

"Why?"

I believed that I knew where this was going but I did not want to make any more wrong assumption.

"I bet you can guess why... I'm gay!"

I grinned at him.

"I may have had a clue. You do check me out quite a lot anytime we pass by each other."

"You're checking me out too! I see you, Joe."

"Touché. Caught red-handed it seems like." I teased him, sliding my hands in my shorts.

"I guess our gaydars are working. Would you mind keeping it for yourself though?"

"What? That you're a queer? Even at your age, in a big Californian city, this is still something you want to keep secret?"

"I'm a quarterback in a college football team and I want to make this my career. Believe me, being gay's not gonna help me achieve this goal."

"That's a damn shame."

"Maybe... To be fair, I think most of the guys from the team have an idea about it but, you know how it is, dudes don't talk about stuff like that. Officially, we're all straight bros and that's it."

For once, I was seeing some flaws in my traditional way of seeing things.

There may have been serious stuff men should talk about among themselves to avoid this kind of waste.

"You've never talked about it, with Blake, with Eric?"

"Nah... I get wasted anytime we spend a night together so I know I won't be in a position to have a serious talk. Otherwise, I feel like I'm controlling my moves too much."

"That's... That's not okay. I mean, I get it. Where I live, I don't think being gay is really a thing."

"In the desert of Utah, amongst the farmers community? I can imagine that."

"It's some bullshit though, because, trust me, lots of sketchy things are going down there."

"I've seen Brokeback Mountain." Zaid replied with a cheeky smile. "I think I can get a picture. But Joe, it's not like you're so open yourself about your sexuality."

"I'm not trying to hide. It's just that no one ever asks the question. Besides, whether men or women, I'm pretty private about my personal life. In the end, I don't see how who I'm fucking should be of anyone's concern."

"I feel you on that."

His eyes glanced at my crotch again.

This time around, he stared at it for a little too long. I had to say something.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Your cock truly is gigantic; I have to admit. I've been thinking about it a lot since you chased me down the stairs! I'm not sure if I remember correctly or if I exaggerate things up in my mind but... Yes, huge."

"You remember perfectly, mate. Twelve point one inches when hard, I had it thoroughly taped one day."

"Wow. That's just crazy."

The conversation was taking a turn but I did not want to make the first move.

"It's not always that fun, you know. It's tough to find a good match when you're packing this big of a weapon."

"Really? I'd imagine that most guys would fight over it."

"You think?"

"I definitely would!"

Damn, now he had said it.

My cock was already stirring in my shorts.

"I don't want things to get weird, Zaid." I specified right away. "You're hot as hell, especially right now. I can really see myself peel these overalls off from you and fuck your asshole in the dirt, but let's be clear, I cannot deal with attachment or any sort of relationship."

Zaid started to slid down the left strap of his overalls.

"There's no risk. I'm not looking for a relationship, especially not with a 50 years-old."

"Hey! I've just turned 44, dumbass!"

We both laughed.

"Exactly, twice my age. No way I would want anything from you, aside from that stiffening dick."

He walked over to me.

"Are you sure about that, Zaid? I really cannot deal with any complication."

He grabbed my cock through my shorts.

"Trust me, I'm sure. No complication. And don't worry, you won't be my first rodeo."

"Oh really? And I thought you were so closeted and pure!"

"Closeted, maybe. Pure, certainly not! You just have to know the right places to meet people."

If there were glory-holes in the middle of nowhere in Utah, there certainly were many cruising places in the Sacramento area as well. That made sense.

I had visited one sleazy part of a park not so long prior myself.

Zaid was already all over me but I wanted to be the one in charge.

"Let's go to my room." I decided.

For some reason, I picked his massive hunky body from the ground to hold him.

"Wow! I wasn't expecting that!"

"Welcome to Joe's world, Zaid! Enjoy this, because this is a one-time-only offer!"

He was quite heavy (his muscles were large, meaty and firm) but I was determined to show him that I was the boss.

Quite literally, I was owning him, holding him like a damn bride, walking towards the house and then, up the stairs.

Sex had always been the best way to calm my nerves and I was had been feeling really stressed lately.

I laid the sexy quarterback on my bed.

Maybe I had been trying to show too much strength because I was sweaty and panting when I finally let go of him.

Zaid seemed over the moon to be man-handled this way and to find himself in my bed.

He was eagerly peeling off my clothes as I was painfully trying to catch back my breath. Maybe I was too old for this shit!

I was soon shirtless and he started licking off my hairy nipples.

"Hmmm..."

That man knew his way to my heart... Or rather, to my hard cock.

I pulled his short hair and licked his neck in response.

I was ripping his overalls to get him fully naked. I wanted an up-close look at his athletic body. Frankly, the dude was stunning.

It was obvious that Zaid had been thinking about sharing my bed for a while because the boy was insatiable.

He grabbed my cock barely out of shorts, and he stroked it.

"Like that, Joe?"

He got a second hand around the base.

"Try putting your sweet lips around it, boy."

Zaid smiled at me and went down on my dick.

He was on all fours on the bed and I leaned over his muscular broad back to feel his ass while he was blowing me.

He had told me that he had some experience, and that was probably true because despite the thickness of my pole, he was bobbing up and down on it as if it was a tasty lollipop.

I was already fingering his asshole by this point.

He moaned while he had my cock buried in his mouth and then, his throat.

He could not deepthroat me entirely but I could not blame him, I was not an ordinary top.

He was doing a proper job as it was, and his ass was turning me on so much already.

Fuck yes, that was (finally!) the kind of distractions I had been craving for!

"It's so fucking large when you have it in your throat." Zaid told me joyfully at some point.

He leant over to kiss me but I did not let him. I turned my cheek and he licked my beard instead.

No kiss on the mouth. New rule.

"Tell me again how big it is, you'll soon have it deep in your butthole."

"You're so freaking huge, Joe!"

He pushed me down on the bed.