Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 04:46:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: derek james <derekjames57@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Rex I: Rex and The Mad Medium (part one)

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The Adventures of Rex I: -   Rex and The Mad Medium (Part One)


Rex has always kept a wild and wonderful assortment of friends during his
sexy adult life as his many adventures tell but no friend was as wild and
dangerous as, Madame Hilda Parsons!

Hilda Parsons aka Madame Hilda was a spiritual medium of sorts. According
to her advertisement in the local papers, a woman with a gift for locating
loved ones in the great beyond. Rex had known her for several years as more
of a crackpot neighbour whom he enjoyed chatting with over the occasional
cup of tea.

Her tales of contacting spirits could make the average listener tingle with
a bit of uncertain spookiness that her stories seemed to create down the
backs of their spines.

Rex always had a deep respect for her work even if it seemed all very
farfetched and really not his personal "cup of tea" at all.

Collin had encountered her on several occasions since he moved in with his
Uncle Rex and he found her "over friendly" ways towards his uncle just a
bit too much. Uncle Rex never did seem to see how she, for a MILF style,
large busty woman near 60, batted her large eyelashes and giggled like a
school girl. Collin was certain Hilda was after Uncle Rex...and not just
for quick cup of tea!

Hilda was polite to Collin, he was Rex's 23 year-old nephew after all, but
she just brushed him aside to focus her attentions mainly on Uncle Rex.

Hilda tried to take care of herself physically. But weight was always a
problem and she remained a large woman with ample breasts that most men and
a few women always noticed long before they gazed upon her dyed jet black
hair which she kept up in large bun or her big round dark eyes set off with
plenty of extra eye shadow. Big thick ruby painted lips also added a touch
of pizzazz to what would be classed as an aging, puffy face.

Hilda never married...relationships seemed to go sour for her so
often. Lovers now were few and far between. Men seemed to be scarce and
getting scarcer in her book. Hilda was fully bisexual and found more
succour these days in the company of her other mostly lesbian friends whom
she found accepted her as she was...and secretly enjoyed her full figured
body as if she was an ancient goddess of fertility.

All in Hilda's private circle accepted that she was unique and strangely
magical...if magic was real. And if you hung around with Hilda long enough,
she'd have you believing in all sorts of stuff. She communed with the dead
and brewed outlandishly potent mixtures that could heal, attract...or
subtly control the drinker. Hilda was respected in her group of peers and
maybe...just maybe...she was also feared! Hilda, all goodness and
light...also had a darker side. This side was rarely seen...but the overly
sensitive of this world, such as dear nephew Collin...well....let's just
say, he could sense that not all was right with dear, sweet Hilda!

Hilda worked from her home just a few doors down from Rex. Rex's home was
more like a palace compared to Hilda's rather untidy abode in need of much
work. Her work as a medium and psychic adviser paid fairly well but fixing
up her old house was just one step too far for her monthly income. Her
living room acted as her office, consulting room and a place to chill out
when not working. She did keep a room down in her cellar just for brewing
up herbal potions and who knows what else...since nobody ever saw the
interior of her laboratory except the occasional spider.

Hilda employed one helper part-time...a young man almost Collin's age. 24
year-old Silas was more cat-like than man...his strange dark eyes, mocha
complexion, black hair; highly sleek...nearly skeletal body was more
startling than attractive. He looked like an older version of Eddie Munster
from the 1960's TV show.  Hilda had located him at a magic and mystic
convention in London a year ago and had been so impressed with his
insightful personality, that she hired him on the spot as her personal
assistant and all round errand boy.

Collin had seen this strange nearly six-foot tall apparition around the
neighbourhood and felt instantly nervous around him. He was not surprised
to learn from Uncle Rex that Silas was Hilda's employee...Silas looked just
a kooky and bizarre to Collin as Hilda did.

Silas soon grew to know a great deal about his employer and he quickly
realized she was rather powerful in more ways than he ever imagined when he
first encountered her at the convention. Hilda took Silas under her wing
and began to instruct him further in the arts and crafts of the mystic and
magical world.

It was on a sunny afternoon that Hilda sat brooding in her home office,
pondering her life to date as she gazed out her front window, as she
noticed Collin stride by looking so sharp and self-important. She always
found Collin, Rex's beloved nephew, a bit too aloof and not all together
readable. Hilda liked to be able to read other people and get a sense of
them...Collin seemed to remain strangely guarded and remote. Rex, on the
other hand, sent out warm and delightful vibes...Hilda found Rex's aura
very masculine and highly sexual...almost super erotic!

When she had moved into her old house on this quiet street nearly seven
years ago, Rex had been one of the first neighbours she saw. It was an
early Saturday morning and Rex rode past her front windows astride his
racing bike. Dressed in only a tight black nylon cycler's suit and sporting
trainers with short white socks...he looked incredibly fit and toned for a
mature man in his 40's. The nylon fabric ended at just above his knees and
covered his mid-section and chest so perfectly, revealing his tight ass and
contoured chest for all to admire. And Hilda drank it all in...including
his very shapely crotch mound...she carefully noted that his manly rise
looked like it contained a mighty fine piece of equipment!  And that wavy
red hair slicked back just above his handsome face, slightly squinting in
the morning sun....this all had left a lasting and very deep impression and
Hilda became secretly smitten!

Silas entered the room from the kitchen in the rear carrying a pot of
freshly brewed herbal tea. Silas had fondly adopted the term, "Mistress"
for his employer and he padded up to her daydreaming figure with
reverence. "Mistress, here is the tea you enjoy. May I pour you a cup?"
Silas asked dipping forward almost in a bow.

"Thanks, Silas. Just pour me half a cup...I feel a bit moody today. Just as
if my life at 60 is really slipping by...quickly. How on earth did I get to
this point alone?" Hilda mused aloud to Silas who listened with great
interest.

"Mistress, you are still young and very attractive. I am honoured to be in
your company here on the days I work for you. I am so very lucky to be
mentored by such a great all-seeing, all-feeling, all-knowing wise woman as
you!" Silas intoned as if by script and poured a steaming half cup of tea
into Hilda's favourite china mug.

"You are kind. A real suck-up artist...but I love you for it! No, just
look. There goes Collin; Rex's trumped up nephew...walks around like he
owns this street. And he gets the ultimate treat of living with that dear
man Rex...that little creep gets Rex! Oh...Silas...it burns me up!  I know
that if Rex were alone and without dear Collin by his side...I'd have found
a way to become...become closer than the occasional cup of tea we sometimes
share!" Hilda babbled all the while glaring at Collin who by now had
vanished into his uncle's front door.

"Sweet Mistress, You are so wise and far too cunning to allow a mere boy of
what, 23 years of age, to get the best of you! If you fancy Rex, then by
all means Get Rex!" Silas said as he moved to sit on the sofa near Hilda's
large arm chair situated by her messy old desk.  "Now my sweet Silas,
you're gay....what do you make of Rex?" Hilda asked as she sipped her tea.

"Well, sweet lady...my gay inner-self finds Rex Davenport highly attractive
and ultra sexy...I mean for 50....amazing....my heart skips a beat when I
see that reddish-grey head bob along past these windows each day. So
jaunty, such a spring in his super masculine loins...such..." Hilda broke
into Silas' "Song of Rex" with a shrill tone.

"OK....I get it. You think he's hot, too!! Well, what the hell I am to do?
How do I get him?" Hilda queried thoughtfully stroking her long finger nail
up and down her warm mug.

"You, my Mistress Supreme, must find a ruse...a need to be alone with Rex
without pesky Collin to intrude on your ulterior motives. You must get Rex
all to yourself and then use your magical, mystical charms to entice and
lure him to your....bed!" Silas moaned this as if in some orgasmic trance.

"Watch out, Silas...You seem very turned on by Rex...remember....he's mine!
Mmmm....now all I need do is create a situation in which dear, sweet Rex
just happens to find himself all alone with me. Let me see. I do have a
need to make a visit to a supposed deserted haunted house that the owners
want "cleansed" of all evil spirits before it goes on the market. Silas, I
may need your help this first time. You know as well as I do that Rex is
really very bisexual and having a gay male helper by my side, this
once...mind you, may be just the ticket!" Hilda chuckled playfully as she
sipped the last of her tea.

Silas nodded his approval. "Oh, yes....I'd love to help get Rex....for you,
of course....Mistress!"

"Good! I do see a plan forming in the hazy mists of my mind. You, Silas
will be very much in the thick of it tonight! Let me explain it to you word
for word....do all of it correctly, and you will have a reward! I may be
able to part with a few of those dusty old magic books I keep tucked away
that you ogle each time you see them...they are yours, if you come through
for me tonight!" Hilda said soothingly as she stroked Silas' slender arm.

Hilda spoke to Silas for about an hour, explaining and refining her plot
for the evening. Silas understood it all...he knew what his role needed to
be.







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Collin was not shocked by the tap at the door this late sunny afternoon
just as his Uncle Rex was due home. He was sure Rex had forgotten his key
yet again.

When Madame Hilda stood on the doorstep, Collin was very surprised and
hesitantly invited her to come in. She seemed troubled and sailed past
Collin into Rex's handsome living room.  Madame Hilda was all in a dither
about a mission she was paid to carry out, an exorcism of sorts in an old
empty house in a neighbourhood in South London. Hilda played Collin like a
fiddle, or so she assumed, extolling him with her tale of supernatural
unrest in the environs of the old abandoned house.

Collin could sense something was up...what was her game? She never had two
words to say to him and now she was spilling her heart out about this so
called "haunted house mission".

Hilda kept saying she was scared to go to the old house alone tonight and
was seeking a companion to "just be there" while she worked through
whatever spiritual energy she could locate. The new owners said they felt
an evil presence or bad energy each time they came to the house to carry
out renovations prior to putting it up for sale.  The former tenants had
left quickly a few months ago and said they could not spend another night
in "that awful place!"

Collin added a thought of his own. "Well you don't have to go alone....you
have Silas, your helper. Let him go with you for support!"

"True, dear child...but Silas is not really very manly....very slender and
genteel...in that house of unrest I feel I need a real man....like your
strong, steady Uncle Rex!" Hilda said in her most sincere tone possible.

Collin smiled cautiously and knew Hilda's game instantly...he could see
through this phony act. "Hilda, I am very sorry but Uncle Rex is not home
and won't be for ages....working late tonight. Sorry!"

"Really, love...oh, dear...and I felt so sure in my inner being that your
uncle was going to get me through the uncertainty of whatever was lurking
in that house. I so hoped he would be home. Maybe I could wait a bit...just
in case..." Collin stood his ground and cut Hilda off.

"Madame Hilda....if only we could help....but it's just not possible. And
besides, Uncle Rex is exhausted when he gets home from the office. He'd
really be too tired!" Collin said firmly.

Hilda looked over at Collin. The 23 year-old former ugly duckling now stood
taller, his thin but handsome angular face set off by a pair of striking
round shaped brass framed eyeglasses. His serious eyes glared back at Hilda
with a look of contempt. His once pock marked face now delicately groomed
and treated with blemish masking cream...the look was almost flawless and
Collin exuded an air of regal charm. Hilda despised him more now than ever.

"Well, if that's true...what can I do? I am just out of luck!" Hilda said
airily as she turned to leave, her large blousy kimono style dress
billowing like a cloud of colourful satin.

Much to Collin's horror and to Hilda's delight...Uncle Rex burst into the
front hall looking fresh as a daisy and simply delicious in his stylish
business attire.




His dark blue suit and black slip-on loafers always made him look picture
perfect.

Hilda swooped forward in a very elaborate greeting which included a big hug
and a kiss on the cheek to which Rex responded with a youthful bashful
blush.

Hilda stepped back and admired Rex in his dark blue tightly tailored
suit. She let her eyes travel over his sculpted chest, swelling crotch and
muscular ass. He was one "Fine Figure of a Man" for 50 in her book and she
felt her pussy moisten in anticipation. She may be 60...but Rex made her
feel like a gal of 25!

"Darling man...you did come home on time. My stars told me you
would. Collin said no....but he was wrong...you heard my pleas...you came!"
Hilda sang as if in some stage play.

Collin's stomach churned. Hilda was an actress and this was all too much!

Hilda, on cue, began to weep. "Oh, Rex...I know you are tired and you just
got home but...I need you. I really need your help tonight!"

Bravely Collin interjected before Hilda got too far along. "I told her you
were tired and needed your rest. Going along to some spook house was just
out of the question!"

Rex never took well to being told what to do or not do. "Collin, I am not
exhausted and if our neighbour Hilda needs me....then she needs me. I can't
refuse. She'd help us...we help her!"

Hilda beamed. "Oh, Rex....thanks. I knew I could count on you. We won't be
gone very long, only a few hours. It's only in South London. You just have
to come along while I do my "spirit bit" and then we can go. Promise. I
just want to feel safe. Silas is not man enough really in these situations
and I know you are! Have a bite to eat and then Silas and I will pick you
up....in about an hour. OK?"

Rex agreed and Hilda glided out the front door. Collin shouted after
her. "Hilda, I'll come too...then you will have plenty of guys around you
in case the spooks act up!"

Hilda whirled around like a mad tornado, her dark brown eyes like
darts. "Collin, thanks but no! No room for you, sorry. My car is only big
enough for me, Silas and your uncle...plus all my spiritual materials...no
room at all. Sorry, love....you stay home. You just keep snug while I look
after your Uncle Rex!"

Collin watched Hilda vanish out the front door. Uncle Rex stood looking at
Collin with his twinkling green eyes. "You look like you have just been
slapped. I'll be fine. Hilda is a crackpot...nice but loony. I'll be fine!"

Collin turned to face his handsome six-foot tall uncle...Collin's heart
always melted at the sight of his executive look and mature, dashing
manner. "Uncle Rex, please cancel. Just stay home...I need you here. I miss
you...I am your nephew. I really think we should watch TV and eat
popcorn...just us!" Collin near pleaded as he privately recounted just how
much he adored his uncle for all he had done for him and mostly for
sacrificing himself sexually to his maniacal father, a secret he was not
suppose to know. Uncle Rex never spoke of that, ever!

Rex was touched by his 23 year-old nephew's devotion and pure hero worship
which he lavished upon his suave uncle. "Collin, we have so many nights at
home. You just relax and enjoy yourself....walk around naked if you want!"
Rex laughed and playfully poked Collin in the ribs.

Collin watched his uncle move to the kitchen and toss together a quick
super before he was due to leave. Collin tried to get his uncle to stay
home but to no avail.

Rex sat chewing a last mouthful and smiled over at worried looking
Collin. "Hey, you know Hilda is just a nut....nice lady but a nut. And all
I am doing is helping her out! Nothing to worry your cute little head
over!"

Rex sauntered to the front door still dressed in his work suit. "Damn, I
never changed. Oh, well....hope the ghosts like a well dressed
executive. Here I come!"

Collin could hear the car pulling up to the curb outside as his uncle shut
the front door behind him. Collin knew that this was bad. If only he knew
the address of this house, he'd follow...and stop Hilda and Silas from who
knew what. But deep down Collin did know what.

He still secretly continued to record his uncle's private bedroom
activities using his hidden spy camera. His uncle was a very sexual man and
he had many men and a few women whom who enjoyed inviting into his large
king-sized bed. Collin knew all this and watched hungrily. But he still
hoped that someday his uncle would see him as more than his hard-luck
nephew...and more like a lover!

And now....Hilda....strange and slightly dangerous comes waltzing into his
life. Collin felt very protective of his dear uncle and he would, at all
costs....get rid of Madame Hilda!



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