A Fall in the City - Chapter 14

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 14: The Bartender

“I packed my things and I left the apartment. It’s over.

Such a shame it all ended like this… I never wanted to hurt your daughter or to create this mess.

I don’t regret any of it though.”

I received this text from Blake at 5 AM the night following my confrontation with Olivia.

I was not sleeping, too nervous that something would happen during their “formal” break-up. I had not even taken my clothes off.

What was I supposed to reply to that text?

Should I have told Blake that I was not regretting any of it either? That I missed him by my side, I missed his warm body, his cheeky smile, his cock, his juicy ass…?

Should I have told him never to write me again, cut the ties once and for all?

Should I have told him that I loved him…

Wait, did I love him?!

Look at pathetic, careless Joe now.

I was supposed to stay away from any real emotions, - that was my whole identity -, not torturing my brain over handling situations like this.

God damn it, feelings were the worst!

I felt so vulnerable, I hated that.

I must have written twenty versions of a text before choosing not to send anything back.

Any kind word felt like another betrayal of Liv, - even if she had told me that I could do whatever the fuck I wanted with Blake -, and any harsh word felt like I was being unfair to Blake, and also, untrue to myself.

In the end, I wrote to Olivia instead.

It was easier since I did not have to search for the right words for too long. I knew exactly what I wanted to tell her.

“Remember, Liv. No matter what. Whether you want to talk to me or not, I’ll always be there for you, any time, any place, for any reason.”

That was the only thing I was sure of.

When she texted back: “I know.”; I could finally fall asleep.

Sleeping in late was not really my thing but I needed the rest that morning.

When I woke up, it was past noon and Fran was already back from her trip to Las Vegas.

I went down to the kitchen in my underwear and she was eating her lunch, probably made by Alfonzo.

“Looks like someone partied hard last night.” She teased me.

If only she knew.

“Nah… Just had a rough night. I usually don’t sleep in like that.”

“That’s okay, I didn’t want to be on your back. It’s Sunday, you should sleep in! Any other day of the week in fact. I always think you’re working too much.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Everyone deserves some rest, Joe. Working all the time, that’s not good for your health.”

I snapped.

It was probably not the best time to get upset, but you do not really choose when you have enough, and right there, I had enough.

Fran telling me about my own health when she was hiding her own struggles had worked my last nerve.

“Fran, I cannot pretend anymore. I’m done with the lies or the concealed truths.”

She was quite stunned by my tone.

“What is up with you today?”

I sighed.

“Look, I know that you’re sick. Okay. Why didn’t you tell me?”

This had come out so brutally and looking at her shocked face, I regretted my words immediately.

That was such a wrong way to go about that. I really was an idiot.

To be fair, aside from this whole situation with Blake and Liv, knowing that Fran was sick and that she was hiding it from me had been weighing a lot on me for the past couple of days.

I simply could not deal with the lies anymore.

“Well, good morning to you too.” She replied sarcastically.

“Fuck, sorry… I didn’t mean to come at you like that. I really did have a rough day yesterday and… Jesus, Fran! I thought we were close enough so you’d feel comfortable to share something like that with me. I only want to help you.”

She took a bite of the grilled fish she was eating and took almost a full minute before talking again.

I wondered if she was about to kick me out of her mansion.

“Who ratted me out? The chauffeur, the cook or the gardener?”

I sat down next to her.

“Noone. I mean, Zaid sort of gave me a clue but… I caught him leaving at night. I pressed him to tell me what was going on. It wasn’t his fault. I was a pain in the ass.”

She looked at the ceiling.

“I can believe you were a pain in the ass.”

“Don’t blame Zaid, he…”

“Come on, you think I’m gonna be mad at him? Never! That boy deserves the world. He’s got the purest of heart.”

The purest of heart and the sweetest of ass, I thought.

But I digress.

“Listen, Fran. I know this ain’t my business and I shouldn’t have jumped at your throat like that. But I guess I’m just… Well, honestly, I’m just sad.”

“If you’re here to try to convince me to start chemotherapy or aggressive treatments, save your breath. I’ve made my decision a long time ago.”

“I’m not trying to convincing you of anything. I understand your choice. I wouldn’t want to make my body go through that myself.”

“I want to go out the exact same way I’ve lived my life. I want to keep singing until the very end. I’m doing everything necessary to keep my body afloat and when my time will come…”

She did not finish her sentence, she had teary eyes.

I held her hand.

“All I’m saying is that I wanna be there for you.” I insisted. “You’ve been a lifeline for me this past couple of months. I want to give back. I have to. Is there really nothing I could do to help you out?”

She smiled at me.

She really didn’t look like someone who was seriously sick. She was simply an elegant older woman, with her lipstick and her black eye-liner on at all times.

“You’re already helping me a lot, Joe. I want this castle to be a welcoming place to live in when I’ll leave this earth. It’s a beautiful present to see the bedrooms coming back to life.”

“I’m doing my best with the renovation.”

“And you’re here… That matters and that’s good enough.”

“Fran, I…”

“Don’t start, please. Once people know about my condition, they change. They treat me differently. Everyone is so nice with me and, in a way, scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

I tightened my hold of her hand.

“I have two cancers and I have to fight against kidney’s failure. This is scary.”

“Maybe, but you seem like the woman who can handle this.”

She chuckled.

“I am…”

“Again, I’m sorry to have snapped. I don’t even recognize myself, getting involved in other people’s lives. I should control my emotions.”

“Please, you don’t have to play the big tough man’s part with me. I can see through the layers of toxic masculinity.”

“Masculinity is not toxic, that’s some leftist’s discourse crap.”

“Certainly, manhood and masculinity are wonderful things, up to a certain degree. But if you think that what defines men is their inability to have feelings or emotions, first of all, you’re wrong, and second of all, that is indeed toxic.”

“I just think men are more wired by their cocks and their primitive instincts than by their emotions. That’s all.”

“Again, this is probably true but how can you take away the emotions from the primitive instincts? As painful as it is, it’s just ingrained in us to care for others.”

Fuck, she was good at this.

“Maybe I’m playing the tough man’s part, but you’re really playing up the I’m gonna die soon’s card to go all wise and philosophical on me!”

She burst out laughing.

“You might have a point there. So, tell me, why did you have a rough night? What’s happening to you?”

“That’s a long story…”

“You’re such a hypocrite, I thought you were done with the lies.”

“I know, but this story is not only about me.”

“It’s not like I’ll be able to spill the beans for long, I’m gonna die anyway. Pretty soon. Remember?”

“Again, with the death card!”

We were laughing it off, probably in an effort not to cry about it.

She was right though. I had not talked about Blake to anyone except for Liv the previous night, maybe it was time to get it off my chest.

“Would you pass me a glass of wine? I don’t really have to be cautious about drinking anymore. As for your story, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“I’ve been fucking my daughter’s boyfriend.”

She almost dropped the glass that I was passing her.

“Dang. That was not such a long story after all! You certainly did make it short!”

“Yeah, well, the night’s been rough because I told my daughter yesterday. Turns out, she already knew.”

Fran’s eyes widened.

She did not seem shocked; she was like in awe of the gossip.

“Honey, this is too good, better than a telenovela! I can’t believe I almost missed this story.”

“My life is a pretty pathetic tv-show.”

“You have to spill the tea.”

I smiled.

I was happy that at the very least, my downfall was entertaining for her.

Besides, it was a good way to downplay and have perspective on the situation for my own sake. I had been way too worked up over it.

I told Fran pretty much everything except for the fact that Olivia had burnt down the farm herself.

She was not judgmental at all, only slightly surprised that I was “gay”.

“I’m not sure what I am but I don’t like those dumb labels.” I groaned.

“You’re right on that… But the boy, Blake, you like him?”

“I think that I do…”

“Well, in my views, it’s more respectable then. Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do to fight an attraction.”

“That’s nice but that’s also some real bullshit. I could have put some limits. I just… I simply didn’t want to.”

“Clearly, Blake had things to figure out for himself and he would have been a wrong match with your daughter anyway. Looking at it this way, you may have granted Olivia a favour.”

I chuckled.

“That’s one way to look at it for sure… I should have told her that! She may have named me father of the year!” I said sarcastically.

“Eh! What kind of advice are you expecting of me? I’m not really mother of the year myself. None of my children had it in them just to speak to me.”

“I’m sorry about that…”

I wondered what she had done exactly to get to that point, certainly nothing as bad as what I had done to Olivia.

I did not ask though.

We had shared enough personal things for one day.

“So, what do you want to do now?” She asked.

“Frankly, I have no idea. I’ll just finish the renovations work here and then, I’ll go back to the farm in December, as planned.”

“That doesn’t sound fun.”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“Enjoy the city life! You’re a very attractive man in a city full of homosexuals. Maybe you should enjoy yourself before going back to your damn farm in the middle of nowhere.”

She had a point.

“Trust me, I tried GrindR and cruising places, I got bored real quick.”

“Of course, what’s the point of meaningless encounters? Try to meet someone for real. Date someone.”

“Maybe… I don’t know… I’ve never dated much anyway.”

“Well, it is about time then! How old are you? 43?”

“I’ve just passed 44.”

“You can trust my wisdom on this one, life is way too short. You’re overdue for getting on the dating market.”

“I guess… I’ll think about it. Maybe I’ll go back on GrindR and change the settings for what I look for.”

“No need to do that. I know someone who might be interested…”

I was surprised.

Was she talking about Zaid? I had not told her that I had banged her gardener. Maybe he had said something to her?

“What do you mean?”

“Sergio has a little crush on you.” She winked at me playfully.

“Sergio?”

It did not ring a bell right away.

“The bartender! From the Jazz club!”

“Oh… That Sergio! Really?! The man is gay?”

She rolled her eyes.

“I thought you didn’t like labels.”

“I don’t.”

“So why do you care? I’m just telling you; he seems to be into you.”

“Humf, never got that vibe from him.”

“That’s because he’s a true professional. He asked me if you were single once, and, as a fool, I told him that I didn’t think you two were playing in the same team. See, we should never have preconceived ideas or make assumptions about others.”

“Definitely.”

“I can give you his number?”

I felt weird about it.

Exchanging numbers, planning a date, with someone I sort of knew already, that was an odd thing to do with another man.

“I’m not sure…”

“Don’t you find him attractive?”

“I’ve just never really thought about him that way.”

“Well, first dates are always awkward. It comes with the territory. But you’re not a teenager anymore and maybe you should try seeing someone your age who’s not a closeted redneck or your future son-in-law.”

“Okay… That’s fair. Gimme his number, but I’m only doing this as a favour to you because you’re sick.”

I dared going in with the dark humour and I was glad that the joke landed.

Fran laughed and she gave me Sergio’s number.

“Besides, you’re not taking any chance with him. We already know he’s into you. And a little bird told me he was a bottom…”

It was my turn to roll my eyes.

“Don’t get your hopes up, I’m not a romantic.”

I kept the number but I did not write to Sergio right away.

First thing first, I needed to do what I did best to clear my mind, which was working with my bare hands.

I truly believe that one of the things which is the most detrimental to our modern societies is the fact that people have stopped building things by themselves.

You need to feel the dirt, the materials, the concrete against your hands.

Watching everything through a screen, that is just not good for your mental health and for forming a cohesive society.

I let a few days passed, focusing on the renovation works, and already, I was feeling better.

Liv and I had talked once over the phone and she seemed okay.

Blake had not reached to me again and I had not replied to his text. I still did not know what to say.

The next Thursday, I thought it was time to get some action going and instead of messaging Sergio, I decided that it was better to directly go to the jazz club.

Let’s hit him up face to face. That was more my style.

We rid there with Fran and she could not stop smirking in the car.

“Shut up, maybe nothing’s gonna happen!”

“I didn’t say anything…”

I ignored her and sat at my usual spot at the bar.

Sergio was there, dressed nicely, his beard perfectly trimmed, as usual.

I had not made much of an effort myself.

I could not shake the redneck out of me too much. Besides, from my previous encounters in the city, I knew gay men loved my raunchiness more than anything else.

I ordered my usual scotch, although I didn’t have to say it, the drink was ready as soon as I sat down.

Sergio was an experienced bartender. He knew his clientele.

He acted exactly the same as before. Sergio was rather detached, not bothering me, which indicated that Fran had not said anything to him.

Good.

I was looking at him differently though, noticing how his fat ass was nicely enhanced in his (too) tight pants. A yummy peach to take a large bite of!

Lova Lova sang her tunes, I noticed she seemed a little off but maybe it was just an idea in my head because I knew about her disease now.

I tried to catch if Sergio was glancing at me but he was not giving me anything.

Fucking hell, I was not a teenage girl, I went for it anyway.

“Yo, Sergio. Come here.”

I called him.

“How can I treat you tonight, Joe?”

I loved this phrasing even if he was just talking about the drinks.

I was a bit tired with all the beat around the bush lately so I decided to be my usual-self, meaning straight forward and rather blunt.

“Been comin’ at this bar for a while now, and only noticing this nice bubble butt of yours!”

He gasped in surprise.

“Wow. Where is this coming from?” He chuckled nervously.

“What can I say? I’m not made of wood, there are some things I see which catch my interest.”

“You’re sure you’re not drunk?”

“With two whiskeys, please, I thought my bartender knew me better than this.”

“I suppose… You generally handle your drinks pretty well. So, what is it, you’re hitting on me now?”

“Don’t act like I’m the first client coming at you, you must get this all the time.”

“That’s not wrong but I rarely reciprocate.”

“Oh. I see.”

“I might reciprocate with hot farmers from Utah though.” He winked at me and poured me another whiskey. “This one is on the house.”

Maybe I was a teenage girl after all, I was all flustered by this.

Fran had been right, this interaction was much more fun than GrindR encounters.

“Thanks. I should praise your ass more often for some free drinks.”

“Imagine what would you get if you were doing more to my butt than praising him?”

Damn, the bartender could get feisty!

I did not have time to reply that he was called at the other end of the bar.

It just gave me another opportunity to stare at his ass.

It really was big, a perfect Latino bum. It reminded me somewhat of a dude I used to fuck at the glory-hole.

In any case, my dick was already stirring up in my pants.

Sergio came back to me a few minutes later, Lova Lova was finishing her set. The audience was once again captured by her performance.

“Should I stay here to help you close the bar?” I suggested.

“I don’t need help to close the bar, but yes, stay put. We could have a drink… Just the two of us, once everyone is gone?”

I liked the sound of that.

“Deal.”

It took another forty minutes before the jazz club was empty.

Fran left with the biggest grin on her face, calling her chauffeur since I would not be able to drive her back home.

I waited for Sergio to be ready, getting increasingly hornier in anticipation.

In the days following my talk with Olivia, my sex drive had been at its lowest point in a while, probably since Debbie’s death.

Normally, even when something was wrong, raw sex was the go-to answer for me.

But finally, my libido was back!

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the guitar playing.

I turned around, Sergio was playing the classic “Wonderwall”, usually the first tune you are taught when you learn to play guitar.

He was not too bad at it, not really talented either if I am being honest.

I found myself mumbling the lyrics.

“Today’s gonna be the day…”

“Right now, I should have realized…”

“I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do… About you now…”

It made me sad.

I thought about Blake again, almost got teary eyes.

Shit, these emotions were really getting out of control!

I clapped when Sergio was done.

“Don’t judge me, man. This was really me trying my best.”

“You were pretty good.” I lied.

He did not believe me but that was okay.

“So, what’s your deal?” He asked, sitting on the stool next to me.

It was odd seeing him on the other side of the bar, with me.

“My deal? I’m just a normal guy, spending a little time in the city. What’s yours?”

“So am I, a normal guy, living in the city. When are you going back to Utah?”

“If everything goes right in a little more than a month, but before the end of the year in any case.”

“I guess you’re not looking for anything serious then?”

Those were legitimate date questions.

“I’m not looking for anything… I mean, I’m just… I’m trying new things.”

“You’ve never dated men before?”

I laughed out loud.

“Don’t worry, I’m no virgin!”

“That was not the question.”

“Let’s say that I’m more the hard-fucking type rather than the boyfriend type.”

“So, that’s what you want? Hard-fucking me?”

His tone of voice had changed. The vibe too.

“Maybe.”

“I guess I’d be down. I’m not such a romantic myself. I’ve gotten wronged too many times before.”

“By whom?”

“By men, essentially. They always cheat.”

He had moved closer to me.

I can feel the sexual tension in the air.

“Do you have some kind of rules about not fucking on the first date?” I asked.

He bit his lips.

“No. I’m a slut. I don’t care. And this is not a real date.”

My cock throbbed in my pants.

They were all the same, I thought. Bottoms eager for cock.

I grabbed his face.

“Exactly what I like to hear… You’re not afraid of big cocks? I hope.”

He gulped.

“No… I… I did notice the bulge, you know. The first time you came in, actually.”

“You are naughtier than I thought.”

“I am.”

I was now grabbing his throat. I could not help myself from being rough and dominant.

I stood up from my stool.

“Open your mouth.”

Sergio obliged and I spat inside his mouth.

Hell with the romantic date and let’s go for the raunchy fucking instead!

He moved forward to kiss me but I did not let him. I still had this special thing with Blake and I did not want to let it go.

I know, it was silly.

Instead, I took my top off and shoved Sergio’s face in my armpits. I knew his kind; they just loved it.

“Hmmf…” He mumbled, sniffing and licking my pit.

I wondered if people outside could see us despite of the deemed lights.

Who would care anyway? This was Sacramento, not the desert full of conservative rednecks.

As he licked my biceps, I felt his hands rubbing against my bulge.

“Take it out. Fetch my dick.” I whispered.

Once again, he complied with the orders without any hint of hesitation.

I felt his trembling excited hand over my junk.

“Wow.”

I loved the sound of that, every time a dude would discover my hard cock. It was not even at full mast yet, but still, it was deserving a “wow”.

I was that massive.

“Still think you can handle it?”

“I… I can try…” He muttered, in shock.

A twelve inches third leg is not something you see often; I could empathize with his surprise.

Sergio still got on his knees and put my sausage inside his mouth.

The bartender was struggling, which I found somewhat endearing. He had kept his fancy outfit on, which I found very hot also.

I pulled on his dark hair to guide him all over my shaft, I was taking off my pants at the same time.

I wanted him to swallow my balls and rim my ass as well.

“How are you feeling down there?” I asked gleefully.

He spat my cock out of his mouth, the poor guy was already drooling all over himself. His nice shirt would be ruined.

“Damn. I’ve never seen a dick like this before!”

“Liking its taste?”

“It’s freaking delicious!”

“Yeah, great. Now go back on my dick, your lips will be more useful there than talking.”

He happily went back on it, feasting on my foreskin and on my heavy full balls.

Hmmm… I would not hold for long; I had been maturing some creamy juice for days and Sergio’s clumsiness with the way he was handling my cock was making me extra-horny.

I was simply too large for him; he could barely handle the girth of my tip in his mouth and deepthroat was impossible.

I sat back on the stool and spread my legs, holding my balance by holding the ledge of the bar.

“Eat that ass!” I commanded.

Sergio stuck his tongue out like a dog and ate as he was told.

From classy barman to slutty ass-eater!

“Fuck… That’s even better than what I had imagined…” He mumbled at one point.

His tongue-bathing was making me feel great. My dick was precumming and it was dripping on the back of his shirt.

I liked that he had kept his clothes on, I wanted to keep things this way.

He was kissing my pucker. That was a real turn-on for me.

Definitely, having someone that I knew rimming me was different than a perfect stranger doing it. It was adding something special.

“You’re getting deep with that filthy tongue… Eh… Hmmm… How do you like the taste of your favourite redneck’s shithole?”

“Hmmmf… Fffummy… Yummy”

He started to touch himself and I thought it was time to move to the next step.

I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around.

“Get your leg up on that stool.”

“Here?”

“Yes, right here! I’m horny.”

I snatched his pants down to his calves in one quick move and he was bare ass.

Sergio was quite hairy, as many Latino dudes are, and his very dark hair was obstructing the view to his hole.

“Aaaa… Joe…”

I rubbed my dick in his hairy ass crack, searching for the itching hole.

“Wait till you feel me deep inside your guts.”

“Fuck… Hmmm… Please…”

I dry-humped him and looked at the outside. Pedestrians were wandering on the sidewalk, a group of young guys seemed fairly drunk, they were laughing hard in front of the window.

Maybe because they had caught us?

I spat on my cock and inside Sergio’s ass crack to try to make things slimier.

Thankfully, he seemed to be the type of dudes to be training his hole on the regular.

I spread his cheeks and his anus was already opening up, almost gaping. It would be much easier to wreck than his throat!

“How many dildos are you shoving in there?”

“Hmmm… I work my hole every single night after work…” He confessed.

“Looks like tonight will be no exception then! Let’s get you some exercise with the real thing!”

I think it was the hairiest ass I had even encountered, - except from mine of course -, but I could not give a fuck.

An asshole was an asshole… and this one was very inviting!

Once I had pushed through the sweaty hair, I could easily find my way inside his anal cavity. As I was sensing it, his hole was ready to stretch wide opened.

I would not have been surprised if Sergio was fucking himself on gigantic XXL dildos every single night.

Maybe I should make one the shape of my dick.

I bet that it would be a huge success!

“AAAaaaah…” He gasped as I was entering him.

I put my hands over his mouth to shut him up.

I liked dirty talking but I did not enjoy needless screaming.

I thrusted my hips and began the back-and-forth motions, going harder after each bang.

“Take it, man! Feel it deep inside!”

It felt good drilling an ass once again, and I knew that this time around, I would not have to feel bad about it afterwards.

Sergio was a grown man and was more than willing to take it balls deep.

I fucked him against the bar senselessly and the poor guy was being torn apart as he was moaning and begging for me to hit harder.

When I felt like he was getting too comfortable, I choked him with my big farmers’ hands around his neck at the same time.

Seemingly like any bitch I was meeting, Sergio liked it rough.

The fuck session was overall a great time but I think I got my best idea by the end of it.

I was about to burst my loads in his hole when I pulled back.

His asshole was gaping like crazy at this point. Even with the hair, I could see his torn insides. The man was prolapsing on me.

Sergio was also ejaculating by the way.

He could not help himself and he was making a big old mess at his work place.

“You… You’re not gonna breed me?” He asked, visibly disappointed as he was holding his throbbing cock.

Quite a small size dick wise, that was fine, I was not there for his junks.

“Nah!”

I grabbed a shot glass from the bar and I placed it right at the tip of my cock.

“Oh God… Joe?!”

I shot my big loads inside the glass right away.

Sergio looked at the scene, amazed.

I had so much cum that it overflowed.

“Drink that, man!”

“Wow…”

“That was my turn to offer you a drink! Here you go.”

By this point, you should know that I always enjoy to return a favour!