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 15: Sex-friends
If Fran had hooked me up with Sergio hoping that I would find myself a boyfriend, it was certainly a failure, although, the operation had given me what the younger generation would probably call a "sex-friend".
Contrary to my GrindR dates, I agreed to meet with Sergio more than just once and we were seeing each other (and fucking) on the regular.
Because he knew that I would not stay in the city for long, and because I simply did not grow feelings for the man, there was no promise of exclusivity or even a potential for a long-term thing between us.
We were passing the time together, having fun, but it was not going any further than that: no late or morning texts, no expectation to see each other, no commitment.
Pretty much the ideal situation for me.
Sergio was a nice lad and was pretty good at being a bottom and taking my fat cock hard in his asshole.
He still had some troubles deepthroating my full twelve inches but my truncheon was sliding in his butt hole like it had been designed for it.
Even I, was impressed.
Sergio was living in a trendy apartment with a nice view on the city and the second time we fucked, it was on his balcony at night.
Some good wine, the city lights, and his hairy ass impaling itself on my rod, I would call that a rather fortunate evening!
I did not spend the night though (no strings attached, remember), and I went back to the castle to sleep.
Fran was curious about my relationship with her favourite bartender and when I told her about what we were doing, she did not believe in the sex-friend theory.
"There's always one of the two who catches feelings and gets hurt."
"We're both grown men, we can make our own decisions."
"You'll see..."
"You're just frustrated that we're not actually dating as you had imagined." I argued back.
"Maybe. I guess it's still better than fucking with college boys and strangers. Good for you..."
There was no bad intention in her tone.
Fran and I were getting increasingly opened with each other and could speak frankly.
We were having this conversation as she was going through her dialysis. She had agreed for me to stay with her during that difficult time.
Also, I was definitely taking into consideration her point of view.
I did not want Serigo to get hurt and I was trying to be as clear as possible regarding my own wishes and feelings.
See, I did learn some lessons from the past few months!
In the meantime, my relationship with Liv got better. We had lunch together a couple of times and we were able to mention her break-up with Blake without it being over-dramatic.
She told me that she was even ready to start dating again, not for anything serious, but to "rebound" from Blake.
In a way, I think that I was doing the exact same thing on my side, trying to rebound from Blake as well.
She did not ask me where I was at personally and I did not mention that I had not seen Blake since the night they had broken up.
Two weeks later, I had not replied to his latest text and I was doing my best to get over him.
Even if Olivia had not forbidden me to pursue anything with Blake, I thought that any potential relationship was doomed anyway and I was tired of hurting people's feelings.
I was trying to avoid Zaid for the exact same reasons.
Sergio had experience and I could tell that he was not holding on to whatever was happening between us, but Zaid was a younger guy and he was crushing over Blake, using him as a rebound would have clearly been a mistake.
Like a scared teenager, I would barely leave my room and I would not go downstairs anytime he was here, taking care of the garden outside.
Besides, the weather getting colder meant that he did not need to come by as much.
That being said, being friends (with benefits) with Sergio had additional perks.
He made me discover Sacramento under a whole new light.
He brought me into a bar with a cigar club, he told me about the gay places for more mature men to hook-up, and he got me to sign up to a gym, something I had not done since my youth.
"Not sure the gay gyms are for me, man." I warned him.
"First of all, gyms do not have sexual orientation. Second of all, why do you assume I would go to a gay gym? Most people going at mine seem like straight men to me."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"If you say so..."
"Listen, I've never been approached once in the sauna section, clearly, people there are boring straight men!" He chuckled.
"Of course, if they aren't into you, that means there's no way that they can be attracted to men in general!" I teased him.
"Shut up and get back inside."
Maybe I should have mentioned this sooner, I was drilling him on his couch while we were having this chat.
We had just taken a short break to have a drink before going at it again.
That evening, I bred his asshole and agreed to meet him at his gym the next day.
If Sergio could not turn straight men into willing cock-suckers, I definitely thought that I was able to do so. A part of me was curious of what it would be like if those gym rats were to stumble on me in the sauna.
I could already picture the (more or less discreet) stares at my flaccid uncut piece of meat.
Unfortunately, I was not able to test this theory the next day because the gym was pretty empty when we went early in the morning.
Also, as it turned out, Sergio was not kidding when he was exercising his ass.
That man had really made a work of art out of his fat Latino bum!
You know how those fit guys who skip legs day too often find themselves with a very nice upper body but the most ridiculous chicken legs? Sergio, on the contrary, was all about those squats.
I could not complain because the training of his thighs and the stretching of his asshole were greatly paying off when I was buried deep inside of him.
Talking of which, it would have been silly not to take advantage of the apparent vacancy of the gym. Right?
There was absolutely no one in the communal showers and even if I had wanted to, it would have been impossible for me not to get hard as Sergio was soaping his caramel ass next to me.
Soon enough, I pushed him against the wall and I started eating him up under the lukewarm water.
What can I say? Public places had always made me horny.
In my books, men are mostly wired through their cocks and desires, containing them is an evolution non-sense.
We should have liberated sex, not refrained it!
I got on my knees, Sergio lifted up his left leg, - the man was flexible -, and I rimmed his ass thoroughly.
I only regretted that he had already soaped his anus which was masking his natural raunchy scent.
I got my tongue in first, then my fingers, - that was the moment when his moans started to really echo in the empty shower-room -, and finally, I got to slide in with my monster cock, back to full-mast.
"Fuck... Joe... You're insatiable."
"Don't play innocent, you've been teasing me since we've gotten here."
He bit his puffy lips.
"Maybe..."
I chuckled.
