Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2013 08:38:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: derek james <derekjames57@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part One)

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The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part One)




Rex's nephew, Collin, sat quietly in his small bedroom gazing intently at
his computer screen. It was 8 AM and his uncle still was in bed. Not
unusual but Collin found that watching his uncle even as early as this was
a pure pleasure. He felt so guilty about the secret spy cam installed in
his uncle's bedroom BUT he still could not dismantle it...watching his
beloved mature uncle was his passion!

It has been about two weeks since the Hilda and Silas "ghost hunt" and his
Uncle Rex had said nothing about what really went on. Collin felt certain
something did happen and he wanted to make sure that both of those crazy
characters stayed out of his uncle's life...and bed!

He has seen Hilda lurking about the street but had avoided her and neither
Silas nor Hilda seemed in touch with his uncle...at least as far as he
could tell. Uncle Rex seemed to be home every night ever since that strange
night and this was a bit unusual for him.

Collin was sure something was wrong. But what was it?

He knew Hilda and Silas were into "magic and mystical" stuff...he wondered
if they could in some way have done something to his beloved Uncle
Rex. Collin smiled to himself...he felt like a nut...imagining they put a
spell on him or used voodoo. Collin was prone to having a vivid imagination
and worried far too much.

Collin adjusted his new brass rimmed spectacles and looked at his computer
screen with keen interest; the live feed was showing his sexy 50 year-old
uncle beginning to wake. His perfectly fit uncle slept completely nude of
course and Collin watched with mounting erectile delight as his uncle
tossed aside his bed covers and lay splayed out on his back with his turgid
uncut tool rising from his furry public nest.

Collin was very much aware that although Uncle Rex did not go out nor have
guests in....he stroked his man-meat at least twice a day! And this was
pure heaven as far as Collin was concerned.

He watched his ginger haired uncle pump his rock hard cock's foreskin back
and forth with furry as he lay with his eyes closed...obviously lost in the
realm of erotic fantasy. Collin watched with his own smaller cock in hand
BUT deep down he wondered what on earth Uncle Rex was thinking about. These
past two weeks he seemed wrapped in deep inner-erotic delights, no porn
needed...pure head-trips with every JO workout. Uncle Rex seemed very much
erotically preoccupied.

23 year-old Collin reached shattering orgasm almost simultaneously with his
handsome furry six-foot uncle...too bad, he mused, that they were not
sharing the same bed! Watching his uncle as video image via a spy camera
was not really what he wanted but for now...it was the best he could do!

His uncle fingered his warm pool of cum and lifted several drippy fingers
to his mouth for extra oral pleasures. Collin felt a sudden rush of
excitement as he watched his uncle devour his own man-seed...Collin, too
mirrored his idol and licked his own cum covered hand clean.

Collin so loved Uncle Rex. And Uncle Rex loved him like a son....but Collin
dreamed of more!

The screen showed his uncle rising from his bed, his manhood bouncing like
a flesh club as he moved out toward the door and headed for the
bathroom. Collin loved the fact that his uncle was now so comfortable with
him around the house that he strode naked to and from the bathroom even if
Collin was standing there...his uncle was so amazing!

Collin knew that he better get dressed for work...his job at Rolf's gay
adult shop was perfect and he did not want to be late.

Uncle Rex shouted playfully from the hallway, "Wake up sleepy head!"

As if he was still asleep...Collin grinned to himself! Collin played the
part of a sleepy head so not to give away his spying activities, "OK...I'm
almost up!"  Faking a huge yawn that added a bit of realism to his sleepy
tones always did the trick!









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On this same early morning Hilda was wide awake and standing in the middle
of her private chamber room in her basement. Even Silas, Hilda's cat-like
24 year-old helper, had never been in here and Hilda had a mind to keep in
that way. This space was hers and hers alone! It held her darker magical
secrets.

The two weeks of waiting and watching Rex from afar was painful for Hilda
in so many ways. Having tasted his mature toned body and consumed his
man-seed, she was more driven than ever to have him permanently in her
life....forever!

Hilda spent the last two weeks secretly snapping photos of Rex as the
handsome ginger stud went back and forth to work and passed right beneath
her windows just a few doors away from his. She did this quickly and
without sharing her little project with her faithful Silas. The photos were
not great, her digital camera rather cheap...but once printed on smooth
paper, Rex looked perfect! His six-foot frame boldly striding by in his
various well-tailored suits, he looked so inviting to Hilda and she craved
more of HIM!

And now in her locked basement sanctum, she hang the most recent photos of
Rex on her newly created "Rex Gallery"! About 30 or so shots snapped from
her window lined one wall of the darkly candlelit room, Rex's manly body
featured in all...each a classic side view of his elegant profile. Hilda
ogled the many photos, lifted her nightgown and slowly rubbed her warm
pussy lips with two fingers. She imagined Rex's uncut sword plunging inside
her, a treat she longed for now more than ever! She toyed with her engorged
clit as she recalled sucking his moist, musky toes and engulfing his
perfect man-tool with her lips and working the stud's puckered ass-bud with
her strong fingers.

Rushes of heat flooded over her body as her first orgasmic sensations
began; Rex was hers and she knew that soon her latest spell would yield
fruit.

Grabbing one of the photos of Rex off the wall, she moved the image to her
wide-spread legs.  She gently rubbed Rex's profile all over her juicy
labia, smearing her inner juices all over the surface of the snapshot. Her
loud moans of pleasure surely would have been heard by Silas upstairs if he
were there, but luckily he was not yet on site to assume his duties.

Hilda let her nightgown drop back down and she lifted Rex's smeared photo
to her lips and she kissed it sensuously. Next she turned to one of her
infamous black tapered candles and lit one corner of the photo; it burned
bright orange and nearly consumed it completely before Hilda placed it in a
small brass urn sitting on the large old wooden table in the middle of the
space. Hilda incanted a few simple phrases in an ancient tongue as the
photo turned to ash...and then she closed her eyes and smiled!









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Meanwhile, Rex was dressing for work. His favourite dark charcoal trousers
and suit jacket were in need of special touch and he was just sliding up a
treasured pair of OTC sheer black socks with a solid toe and heel as a very
strange feeling swept over him. At first he felt a little sick, almost
queasy. His head swam and he looked at the bedside clock...it was just 8:30
AM and he felt a bit hung-over. He thought that very odd since he had not
had much to drink in ages!

He finished pulling up the long socks and he lay back on his bed to clear
his head. He lay and closed his eyes for about a minute when the feeling
lifted and he felt suddenly almost euphoric....giddy as a loon!  He sat up
and laughed to himself. What the hell was happening to him? He felt
perfectly alive, ready to tackle the world and then some!

He marched down the steps and found his black slip-on loafers near the
front door. Slipping them on with a carefree air, he sauntered out to the
kitchen for a bite to eat before heading off to the advertising agency.

Nephew Collin sat at the table mulling over a bowl of soggy cornflakes and
he looked up at his jaunty uncle as he bee-bopped around the kitchen as if
dancing.

"You seem rather chipper, Uncle Rex!" Collin blurted out almost in a tone
of surprise.

"I know. Crazy! A minute ago I felt ill and now....ZING....I feel like
dancing around!" Uncle Rex said as he slid into the chair opposite his
skinny be-speckled nephew.

"I worry about you, Uncle Rex...lots!" Collin said with deep sincerity
gazing directly into his uncle's green twinkling eyes.

Uncle Rex looked over and smiled with his usual winning way and said, "You,
my dear nephew have nothing to worry about! I just feel I need to....to do
something tonight after work!"

"Great. You do need a night out. See your friends. Have dinner out. Hey,
maybe we could catch a movie...just you and me?" Collin said with a look of
pure optimism all over his freshly pimple creamed face.

"You are 23 years-old! I am 50!! I need mature company sometimes...I am
just an old fuddy-duddy!" Uncle Rex said laughing and munching playfully on
a granola bar.

"Maybe Rolf is free tonight...I could ask him at the shop?" Collin said
with hope.

"Hey, you don't need to arrange my dates! Plus...I feel a strange need to
see somebody in particular. Somebody I know you don't like! And for that I
am sorry....since she's really a great lady and super kooky!" Uncle Rex
said as he gazed away from Collin and looked heavenward as if dreaming.

"You mean Hilda! Hilda, who is not all that trustworthy and really makes my
skin crawl like a Halloween spook!" Collin said in a tone of disgust.

Uncle Rex's momentary reverie broke and he looked seriously over at his
nephew.  "Collin, watch your tongue. Hilda is our neighbour and 60
years-old...an elder of yours who deserves respect. She and I
connected...yes, that's the word...connected that night two weeks ago and
today I feel very motivated to call her and spend some time with her. And
maybe Silas, too. I like him as well. So, if you are that uncomfortable
with me seeing them here, I'll just call around tonight to Hilda's. I'm
sure she won't mind!"

"No, Uncle Rex...please don't see them! I really feel they are not what
they seem!" Collin pleaded jumping to his feet.

"Calm down. I shall do as I like, Collin. But I won't make you endure
them...I shall visit them elsewhere. OK? That way you are able to steer
clear of them and them of you. Frankly, I don't think they like you much
either!"  Uncle Rex said flatly as he made his way for the door.

As Rex walked down the street toward the Underground station he felt odd,
he never argued with Collin before. Why had he said all that? Why had he
been so insistent on seeing Hilda? He really wondered if he was losing his
marbles!

Collin too slowly locked up the house and moped his way to the station a
few minutes after his uncle had left. He'd never seen his uncle so obsessed
with a notion before. They had never fought or shouted. What the hell did
Hilda do? Hilda, he mused, must be a witch or demon! She was really odd and
strangely eerie...who knew what she was capable of!


 Collin knew that he had to be vigilant or Hilda would snatch his dear
Uncle Rex right out from under his nose!



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Bob Crenshaw had worked with Rex for years now at the agency. Bob, straight
and very masculine had always admired adventurous, debonair bi-sexual
Rex...the two had many private "off the record" chats and each deeply
respected the other's opinions.

Rex and Bob sat looking over an ad campaign that they were jointly
responsible for; Bob was keenly aware that Rex's mind was elsewhere.

"OK, mate...what on earth is on your mind today?  We are alone. Tell
me. Trouble in the home front? Nephew Collin off the rails?"  Bob said with
his round face beaming.

"Bob, you know me too well! Yes, sort of. I never argue with Collin. He has
been a joy to live with and now, today...we had a big disagreement. Silly
really. But I feel torn." Rex said stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"What did you fight about?" Bob asked innocently.

"A woman. Damn it....a woman! Hilda has been a rather kooky neighbour for a
fair few years and all of sudden she got me involved in one of her wacky
ghost projects. She's a medium of sorts and it was all too crazy
really. She went into a trance...oh, Bob...and we got a bit too cosy....if
you get my drift. And now I feel this overpowering urge to see this 60
year-old MILF again and explore....explore!" Rex said as he lay back in his
chair staring off into space.

"Shit! You are in a spot of trouble. And let me guess, Collin feels
strongly that you should stay away from her. Am I right?" Bob said with a
big grin.

Rex nodded solemnly. "I love Collin, like a son. But he has been so
demanding about not getting wrapped up with Hilda or her helper...a sweet
sexy younger guy named Silas.  Collin wants me to just forget
them....completely!"

"Do you think more will happen? Sexually...or is it just platonic? Bob said
sipping tea from a large mug.

Rex mused. "Who knows? I really can't say. The odd thing is that it
suddenly came over me today...this urge...this craving....to see Hilda
again...and sexy Silas, too!"

Bob sat up straight. "Call her. Call her now and arrange a meeting tonight
before you go home. Get it out of your system. Do it now....before Collin
can say or do anything to sway you. You're a big boy now...call her!"


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The phone rang in the living room / office of Hilda's house at near on
noon.  Silas was busy looking over a set of old papers on the desk and
lifted up the aged phone receiver.

"Hello."

"Silas, this is Rex. Rex from down the street." Rex said very calmly.

"Oh, Rex. Hello. Of course I remember you. How could I forget our ghost
hunt of two weeks ago...it was so revealing!" Silas breathed in his
seductive cat-like purr.

"Well, is Madame Hilda there?" Rex asked innocently.

"Yes, she's in the kitchen brewing up some lunch for us. Hold on!" Silas
insisted and Rex waited while Silas informed his mistress of the call.

A breathy Hilda picked up. "Rex...my dear. I was hoping you would
call. What can I do for you?"

"Hilda, may I drop in to see you tonight on my way home...maybe for a
drink?" Rex shyly asked.

"Dear man, you can have two or three drinks and I won't charge you!" Hilda
laughed in her girlish most flirtatious way.


The plan was set and Rex was due at 6 PM for cocktails.


Hilda hung up the phone. "Silas, come here!"



Silas minced into the room on his delicate cat-like feet.



"I know you heard all that...I know you eavesdrop all the time...you little
sneak! BUT I forgive you! You need to be gone by 6 PM. I know Rex might
like to see you, too...but I don't want your competition for his charms!
You need to be elsewhere. Like keeping Collin amused....yes! Your task is
keeping nosy nephew Collin completely busy while Rexy-pooh and I make
further inroads into....mmmmmmm...well, into me!"  Hilda said loudly with
her bright red lips parted like a vampire about to strike.



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