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 17: Three's Company

The weather was getting colder and it had been a while since I had been forced to wear a jacket outside.

In Utah, it was simply not a thing.

I rarely ever wore anything more than a tank-top, and that was when I was wearing anything at all!

I left the castle pretty early in the morning to go to the gym with Sergio.

On Fridays, he was working all day at the bar and we had to train before 8:30 AM.

The place was quite busy with college kids' working-out and pumping their young muscles before going to classes.

We ran into Eric again, both during the training session and afterwards, in the showers. He was working-out seemingly by himself.

Since the locker-room was crowded, Sergio and I kept our hands away from each other. I glanced at the eye-candy provided by the athletic hunks, and most of all, I enjoyed feeling the gaze of the other men onto me.

They could not help themselves from looking.

My massive cock was not the sole object of their attention though. I caught a couple of guys staring at Sergio and I with a smirk.

I think a lot of the regulars were considering us as a pair, and most likely, as boyfriends, which was not good for me.

Again, the issue was not that people might think that I was gay, - I could not care less about that, and I had happily fucked other men in public in the past, especially back in the army -, but Sergio was not my boyfriend and if we were getting too close, I might have to end this entire thing.

He was a great dude but I did not have feelings for him.

It is hard to explain but basically, I could not picture any future for us. I liked him, and the sex was very cool, but eh, I simply was not feeling it.

Olivia might have found herself a rebound guy to move on from Blake but, as miserable as that might sound, I was still stuck.

And now that I was convinced that he was dating Zaid, I really could not do anything about it.

I had lost my shot.

Anyway, to get the point across to Sergio that we definitely were not in a relationship, I purposely opened the GrindR app right next to him in the locker-room.

Eric knowingly smiled at me when the sound of getting a message on the app echoed in the room.

He was walking by, stark naked, his flaccid cock dangling between his legs, his blondish pubic hair had grown a little.

I wondered if he was a frequent user of the app.

Officially, he was very straight but you know how it is...

Either way, Eric did not make any comment and I barely glanced at his bubble butt.

I was quite surprised by Sergio's reaction when he saw me checking on my messages.

He was drying himself off.

"Any interesting fish in the sea?" He asked.

"There're always a few preys who catch my attention..."

He wrapped the towel around his waist and picked up his own phone from his locker.

"There's this Italian dude in town for the week-end, I might see him tomorrow afternoon."

He showed me his phone and a huge hard cock popped on the screen.

I audibly gasped and looked around.

I was not expecting this!

"Wow, that man doesn't even show his face. He's all about that dick."

"He's married, I bet he wants to stay discreet. But I'm not here for his face." Sergio winked at me.

I had no idea that he was seeing other people beside me.

Thinking of which, maybe I was the one hooked to Sergio... I had not seen anyone else in weeks!

"Clearly not... Although, that thing is not nearly as big as mine." I pointed out.

He chuckled.

"I've been dating men for 25 years and I've never met someone as big as you." He looked down at my cock since I was sitting on a bench, stark naked. "If this were my criteria, I may as well have stopped looking!"

That reassured my ego.

This was a dumb reaction from my part though.

The whole point was for Sergio and I not to be exclusive. I should have been happy to know that he was getting fucked by other well-endowed dudes.

"You'll tell me how this goes." I told him, to show that I was fine with it.

"Maybe you can join?"

"What do you mean?"

"Three's Company!"

It took me a few seconds to understand where he was getting at. In the meantime, more shirtless and naked jocks were walking around us.

We were not very discreet.

Maybe we were about to turn this place into a quote-on-quote "gay gym" after all?

"I'm not sure I'm into hung Italian faceless men."

"His profile says he's versatile... I could send him one of your pics? He might want to meet you too once he sees Joe Junior."

I considered it.

"I mean... You're sure you don't want him all for yourself?"

"Look, I'm offering. You can say no, but it's your loss."

"Nah, go ahead, send him my profile. I'm down for some fun tomorrow afternoon."

Sergio licked his lips.

The idea of getting pounded by two macho men was certainly turning him on.

We changed into our regular clothes and moved-on with our day. I said goodbye to Eric in his tiny boxer briefs as I left the gym.

I had a phone meeting with the carpenter working at the farm in Utah, and Sergio had to go to the jazz club.

Later in the afternoon, he texted me the good news:

"Andrea is in for tomorrow. He'll be leaving the US on Sunday, it's our shot."

"Your place?" I texted back.

"Yeap. 3 PM."

I was a little anxious about that encounter but that was exactly what I needed. Something new to get me out of my comfort zone.

I did not jerk off at all on Friday to be all the more ready for Saturday.

I arrived at Sergio's apartment before Andrea at 2:30 PM and my balls were heavy, full of some matured creamy milk.

Sergio had gone all in, displaying his (impressive) collection of sex-toys, various colours, sizes, and shapes, on his coffee table.

Classy, I thought.

"Are there all here? Every dildo that you own?"

I recognized the familiar extendable pink butt plug.

"Almost. There's one missing."

"Really?"

There must have been a dozen of toys on the table.

Sergio pointed to his ass.

"One is currently being used!"

I laughed.

"Why am I always so surprised that you're such a slut?"

"Yeah, one could think you'd have learned since we've been fooling around for weeks!"

"Fooling around... I guess that's a way to describe what we've been doing."

The intercom rang a few minutes later.

"Looks like we haven't been stood up!"

That was always the risk with GrindR dates, especially with married men. But Andrea was here right on time and eager to for some recreational, meaningless sex.

Aside from wanting to be discreet, he had no reason to hide his face.

Andrea was 36 and he was very handsome, like movie-star level of handsomeness. He had dark hair and a goatee; a sharp jaw and beautiful green eyes which were screaming "SEX" anytime he was looking at me.

He looked manly and fit which were definitely a plus.

"No kiss." He simply mentioned as he walked inside the apartment in a trendy European-style coat.

He had a strong English accent.

"Fine by me." I said, as I shook his hand firmly.

"FarmerDaddy12Inches?" He asked with a naughty smile.

He was taking his coat off, showing off a rather athletic body.

"Yeap. That's me." I grabbed my bulge outrageously.

I thought that would get him in the mood.

It did.

"Want a drink before we...?" Sergio suggested.

"I'm not thirsty. Not for drinks anyway." The Italian stud replied.

I liked him already.

Sergio got the message loud and clear. No time for chit-chatting or for bullshit.

The bottom got down on all fours immediately and he crawled towards Andrea and I. He rubbed our respective crotch.

"Want a double meal today?" I asked.

He nodded yes, trembling with excitement.

"American and Italian, great combo! Andiamo!" Andrea added.

He slid down his formal business-pants and revealed some plain black boxer briefs and a prominent bulge.

As always, I had come in commando and my cock was already close to full-mast.

Andrea looked down at my third leg, probably wanting to make sure that my pictures from the app were real.

They were.

"Yeap, I'm THAT big!" I exclaimed proudly.

He did not have much time to stare at my cock as Sergio was already shoving it inside his mouth, he stroked Andrea's dick with his right hand simultaneously.

"Bene..." Andrea patted Sergio's hair.

It was quite funny to hear him dirty talking in Italian.

Soon enough, Sergio was gagging on my cock and making a mess on the floor.

After he had been trying to deepthroat me for a couple of minutes, he went with the smaller model on my left so he could blow him with more ease.

To be fair, Andrea was packing a nice-looking seven to eight inches cock.

If he had not been standing next to me, he could have looked "big".

"Go ahead, service our guest."

"Mfff Fffyess..."

Andrea put his two hands behind his own head, letting Sergio do all the work beneath him.

"Che caldo! Si!"

Sergio was really good at this.

While he was bobbing up and down Andrea's cock, he grabbed my own dick to jerk me off furiously so I would not be left behind.

I appreciated the attention but I wanted to have even more fun.

I rubbed my massive dick against his face, his beard, and his cheek as I could feel the Italian cock through his skin.

Sergio looked amazing with two dripping cocks all over his face.

"You're an impressive guy." Andrea told me as we were trying to push both of our cocks in Sergio's stretched mouth.

I thought like his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets!

"Wanna taste it? There's enough meat for two!" I told our Italian macho guest.

Andrea hesitated, but not for long.

The man got down on his knees and, believe me, it was not for praying.

Two cock-suckers servicing me at once, that was nice. Sergio was focused on swallowing my balls while Andrea was going up and down my thick shaft.

As often, the married guys were the best bitches of all!

How many days, weeks, or months since he had been dreaming to slide a huge cock in his mouth?

Andrea managed to swallow me almost entirely, his tongue meeting with Sergio's at one point, in a moisty sloppy fest.

When he pulled back, he was practically crying.

"Porca puttana!" He swore in Italian.

"Nice job, man." I encouraged Andrea while Sergio was still sniffing my balls and ass.

"I want to fuck him now!"

Funny how Andrea was basically asking for my approval, and not Sergio's, to shove it deep in his ass. It was established that I was the one being in charge.

Just the natural order of things.

Believe me though, Sergio was more than happy to get his dicking.

And double trouble was better than one!

I was not used to be a spectator but for once, I sat down in an armchair to watch Andrea remove Sergio's black dildo from his ass and to bury his own dick inside instead.

"Nice..." I whispered, watching the live-pornographic movie.

The Italian was fit and he had good stamina.

He fucked Sergio doggy-style on the floor, his hairy balls fapping hard against his ass, his sweat dripping on his back.

When I felt like Sergio was moaning too much, I stood back up and shoved my dick in his throat to make him shut up.

Spit-roasting, anyone?

I fucked Sergio's throat while Andrea banged his ass.

It reminded me of one particularly hot afternoon we had with Bob back at the glory hole. It was a rare occasion though.

I may have dished on Sacramento before, but nearly three months into living there, I was really starting to see how it could be nice to live in a larger city. So much more opportunities!

International sex was something I definitely had to do more often.

We were all grunting like animals by this point.

I could tell that Sergio's training with the blowjobs was paying off, because he could handle my cock ramming his throat without pushing back, all the while getting hard-fucked from behind.

"Puttana! Si.... Yes!" Andrea barked as he was thrusting his large hips.

The fact that Sergio's prostate was getting heavily stimulated was probably helping clearing his mind off.

He was having the time of his life.

At some point, Andrea fist bumped me and I thought this was the perfect expression of manly brotherhood.

If you want my opinion, this is what men should be doing all the damn time!

I freed Sergio's mouth for a few seconds so he could catch back his breath.

He had only one request.

"Let's switch things up! Please..."

That was probably the smart choice, the biggest and girthiest cock in his champion's ass, and the Italian dick in his throat.

I lied down on the floor and Sergio impaled himself onto me, jumping up and down on my rod with not much difficulty. Thank you to Andrea for properly opening him up!

I barely had to move.

At the same time, our Italian mate was attempting to keep his cock in Sergio's mouth despite the rough banging.

Again, the view of raw sexuality and manhood above me was almost as nice as the feelings of my cock being worked up inside that wet and warm asshole.

Andrea was feisty too.

As his cock was towering over me, he stroked it right above my head so it would rain precum all over my face.

"Drink that juice, Mr. American Dad!"

I stuck my tongue out.

Did he think I would care?

I tasted his precum dripping in my mouth. Fresh proteins.

"Not so bad for an Italian.... But I guess you guys are good with food!"

He laughed at my comment and pushed his wet dick back into Sergio's mouth, while I was still furiously fucking his hole.

Andrea went a bit further with testing my sub's side when he sat down on my face a few minutes later.

Can you believe that? A hairy, musky, European ass crashed into me and was preventing me from breathing!

"Prick!" I groaned at him after he had almost smothered me.

I had a few of his black hair stuck on my cheek. His hole was raunchy as hell.

It was all in good fun of course; I had loved every second of this. So much so that I felt my dick about to explode in Sergio's familiar butt hole.

We had been manhandling him for a half hour before we finally jizzed.

Trust me, I had a lot of cream to unload. Andrea nutted in his mouth, and incidentally, on my own face, and I properly bred Sergio.

I made Andrea licked the jizz dripping from my heated dick though, coming straight from the ass.

He owed me that, but thankfully, he happily obliged and sucked me off while I was deflating in his mouth.

Overall, a good old time between bros!

Andrea even stayed in for a quick drink afterwards.

He was in the US for business and he would be back in about six months.

"Let's meet again when I return." He suggested.

"If you want to visit the middle of nowhere in Utah, why not." I spoke.

"It's not just his name on GrindR, Joe actually is a farmer." Sergio explained.

"That must be nice. I'm going insane working in an office all day, travelling only to go in the same boring meeting rooms. But I thought you two were living together?"

"We're not." I intervened immediately.

"You're married or something?"

Andrea looked at my hand, searching for a ring.

"I'm not married."

"But you guys are not together? Why?"

It was brazened to question us while he was the one cheating on his wife but I suppose that was the European's spirit in a nutshell, thinking they were better than anyone else.

"We're not, we're both single." Sergio told.

"And I'm happy like that." I insisted.

"I wish I was single too!" Andrea chuckled.

He did not stay for long; he had more people to see before leaving.

I wondered if that meant more work meetings or more sex but I did not ask.

Sergio looked at me strangely once his guest was gone.

"We're still cool with fucking with no strings attached?" He asked me.

"Yeah, of course. I mean, unless you're going to get weird about this?"

"I know you're leaving soon; I have no expectation. Besides, closed-off farmers are not doing much for me, sentimentally I mean. Sexually, I'm not complaining." He added.

He grinned at me.

"Perfect, then."

"Should we plan something for next week?"

As it happened, an idea had been making his way into my mind and our encounter with Andrea had gotten me even more in the mood.

"I think that we should. I have something to suggest actually, or rather someone."

"Really? Who?"

"Today was sort of your party, two macho guys taking care of you, right?"

"If you say so, you didn't seem like you were so bored yourself..."

"I'll grant you that, I loved it. And I hope you will love my own party. What would you think about a threesome with..."

"Not a woman!" He immediately interjected.

I burst out laughing.

"I was not going to say a woman, I wanted to mention another bottom. I met with this guy some weeks ago, my very first GrindR date actually and I had not fucked him since then. Sometimes, he reminds me of you."

"Of me? I doubt he has my daze but I'm listening..."

"His name is BigTrunk69 on the app if that can give you any indication. He's pretty active there."

"Name doesn't ring a bell; never saw him I think."

I gave him my phone so he could check BigTrunk69's profile... and rather explicit pictures.

"I bet he's not really in your usual criteria of research. He's not really the dominant top type."

"Indeed.... He's hot though."

"He is. His name is Tommy and he's been asking for a while to meet again. I had discussed fucking his ass next week but I thought it might be fun if you tag along. What were you saying? Three's company?"

Sergio scrolled through the pictures; they were getting more and more outrageous as he went.

"You want me to fuck him?"

"Actually, I was more thinking about having the two of you..." I searched for my words and hesitated, but in the end, I decided to tell it like I was truly feeling it. "... competing."

Sergio chuckled.

"A bottoms' competition? That's fucked up!"

"Listen, it was only a sug..."

He cut me off.

"Of course, I'm in!"

I smiled.

I wrote to Tommy and he replied almost right away. We had a date!