Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2012 09:04:28 -0600
From: Josh Maxwell <btomandback@gmail.com>
Subject: A Boy Like Me - 9

I woke to the sound of Naomi, the housekeeper, vacummning in Jason's room,
and glanced at my watch. It was only nine. Naomi must have thought that
everyone was awake. She normally saved her upstairs work for the
afternoon. I decided I might as well get up. Once Naomi started her
upstairs work, she'd be at it for hours. My stomach growled. I pulled on
sleep shorts and headed down to the kitchen.

I felt happy because of Jason, but I also felt guilty. Very guilty. Like I
had been unfaithful to Tyler. I decided to be optimistic. I'd figure out
someway to straighten out the mess.

"Good morning, Alexander," I said, taking my seat at the kitchen island.

Alexander was in his loose shorts and island shirt again. He was listening
to reggae and was dancing, mostly with his butt and legs, while stirring
something in a large bowl. He smiled at me. "Jason was happy this morning,
too," he told me, then dropped his eyes to my bare torso.

"Jason was happy?"

"Yeah, man, and hungry," he said, staring at me as if he was hungry, too,
but in a different way.

"Cool it, Alexander. What's for breakfast?"

"Hotcakes."

"Your hot cakes? Your AWESOME hotcakes!"

Alexander chuckled and set his bowl down. "I got a sausage for you, too,
you wan' it." He jostled his package for me and it looked like he had a
semi.

It's flattering to a guy when he turns another guy on. Alexander's semi
started my own dick thickened, especially when Alexander turned back to his
counter and returned to dancing and shaking his butt while he turned on the
griddle and stirred the batter for my hotcakes.

Alright, up until the night before, I hadn't given Alexander's seductions
serious thought. Tyler was my boyfriend and I had every intention of being
faithful to him. But the night before, I had sex with Jason, and the
unfortunate truth is that once you start fucking around, it's more
difficult to maintain good intentions. Now, with a hardon extending down my
leg and watching Alexander wiggle his butt, I wondered what it would be
like to sex with a handsome twenty-six year old.

That's the way it is with erections and the male brain, particularly when
you already gave in once, just the night before.

"Where is everybody this morning?" I asked rubbing my boner through my
shorts.

Alexander shrugged. "Your father, he's downtown. Rachael caught a ride with
him. Naomi is around somewhere."

"She's upstairs," I said.

Alexander continued to dance and shake his butt. I had no doubt some of the
moves were for my sake, but he had his back to me and wasn't
watching. "Fuck it," I thought, letting my dick overrule my brain. I got to
my feet and quietly went around the island. Alexander didn't know I was
there until I wrapped my arms around his belly and pressed the tented front
of my shorts to his butt. He didn't miss a beat, though. He simply ground
his butt back into me.

I jerked down his shorts. For a lean guy, he had a pleasantly rounded,
fleshy butt. His dark skin was lighter there, and very smooth -- it had a
sheen to it. I pushed down my shorts and pressed my erection against the
warm crack between his firm butt cheeks, then slid my hands up inside the
front of his shirt. He was wearing only the single, loose shirt, and my
palms slid up taut skin. Alexander had a hard, tight belly. His belly
muscles worked under my palms as he ground his butt into my lap. I wondered
how he stayed so skinny, being a cook.

"We won't tell about this," Alexander promised, reaching back with both
hands to pull me against him. "I will tell my nephew, Elias, but no on
else. We won't tell young mister Tyler."

I closed my left hand around his dick. It was thicker than mine, and
longer, not crazy huge like you see on a lot of black guys in porn, but
Alexander was a man, and he had a man's dick. I had never held one
before. I stroked its wonderful feel and nuzzled into the back of
Alexander's shirt. He smelled of hotcakes and breakfast sausage and the
rich smells of his kitchen.

I saw a measuring cup with vegetable oil sitting on the counter. I assumed
it was to use on the griddle for the hotcakes. I dipped two fingers in it
and then pressed those two fingers up his butt crack.

Alexander chuckled in that deep Jamaican voice of his as he bent forward
over his counter. "You and my nephew, Elias, always want to do the
fuckin'."

"You've got a fine butt, Alexander," I told him, getting more oil for my
dick. What I didn't say was that I wasn't about to let him fuck me because
I was afraid of AIDS, and I thought back then that you could only get it if
you got fucked. Besides that, I was afraid of how he might treat me if he'd
fucked me, like he had something on me. Though I didn't know it yet, I had
neither to worry about from Alexander, which was sad, because all I was
interested in was fucking him.

I worked my lubed dick between his butt cheeks.

"You sure, man, that Naomi isn't gonna come down the stairs?"

"She won't come down." I said, finding his opening, I pushed in and felt
his tight ring pass over my glans. He was tighter than I expected. I took
him by the hips and eased in, watching my pink dick disappear between
us. He wasn't tight like Jason and Tyler, but he wasn't loose. He was
taller and older, of course, and he said he was bi. Perhaps he didn't get
fucked much. His dark-olive bottom flattened against my white belly, and he
and I both let out pleased a sigh.

I leaned over him and wrapped my arms under him. Tyler and Jason were
smaller than me, and though swimmers and athletic, sex with them was sex
with boys. Alexander was taller than me. His body was lean and hard and
when he moved with me, I felt his strength. I got a glimpse of why Tyler
liked sex with me.

Alexander circled his butt in my lap in time with his reggae music. I
matched his rhythm with my thrusts and grinds. You can tell by how a guy
moves when he likes being fucked. "You like this Alexander?" I asked,
reaching once for his dick.

"Yeah, man," he said throatily as my hand closed around his shaft. He
pumped his dick into my hand. My hips followed his. With my right hand, I
cupped his balls and drove my own dick forward firmly for him to grind
on. "You got a nice cock," Alexander said, reaching back with both hands
for my butt, pulling us tight, pulling me deep. "It's hot," he said. "I
feel heat in me."

He circled his butt with the music, and I circled with him, grinding in
with each circle. I pushed his shirt up so I could watch his body
move. Alexander unbuttoned it and pulled it off. Alexander had long lines,
a long, limber torso. He was one of those guys who, when you undressed
them, surprised you with an amazing body. I ran my fingers over the working
muscles in his back and felt down his sides while I moved with him, and
with the music.

Bending down onto him, I felt under his belly and chest again. I grabbed
his bouncing dick and cupped his balls and drove my hips forward, holding
at the end of each thrust for him to grind. Alexander moaned in
appreciation and wiggled back hard onto my dick.

We went long enough that Alexander had to straighten up in order to
stretch. I straightened with him, holding him in my arms. I drove up hard,
almost lifting him off his feet. Alexander's head fell back onto my
shoulder. He reached back for my sides. I held him in my embrace and
ground. "Oh, yeah, man," Alexander moaned softly. "You do this good, like
Elias."

"Elias fucks you?"

"All da time," Alexander murmured, circling his butt. "He's the only dude I
fuck with since I was a kid in Jamaica."

"But you like it?"

"Yeah, man."

"How old is Elias?"

"Fifteen."

"Is he tall like you?"

"He's tall, 'bout your height."

There are some guys it's just easy to fuck with. I had started, just
meaning to get my rocks off, but I liked Alexander, and I definitely liked
what we were doing.

"This is a good fit," I said, closing my mouth on the side of Alexander's
neck. I bent both of us backward, shoving my pelvis forward.

"Umm," Alexander moaned. His sphincter clamped hard on my dick. "You ready
to come, Brock?" he asked.

"Not yet."

"Bend me over and slam my ass," Alexander whispered. "Pound me hard."

I did like he said. I bent him over, grabbed his hips, and rabbit fucked
him. The sound of my loins slapping his bottom was more rapid than the
rhythm of the reggae. Alexander tensed his muscled bottom, but each impact
of my lap still sent a little shake through his buttocks. He held onto the
counter with both hands and it crossed my mind that I could jerk his cock
for him, but I was too far into my own sensations at that point to do
it. My balls had started to churn.

Alexander moaned loudly and his sphincter started clamping on me. The
thought he might be coming sent me over the edge. I arched back, pulled his
hips hard into my lap, and drove my cock up as far as I could into him. I
went ridged. My pelvic floor clenched over and over, shooting my sperm up
into Alexander.

He sighed, pleasantly.

Slowly, I relaxed. Alexander, careful not to pull his butt from my lap,
twisted at the waist and laid an arm back over my shoulder, smiling at
me. "You liked my breakfast?"

I twitched my cock inside him. "Yeah, I did. Was that dessert?"

Alexander laughed, then frowned playfully. "You made me come on my kitchen
floor."

"Sorry," I told him.

He laughed. I smiled.

"You a pretty boy, Brock," he told me.

"And you have a great body," I told him sincerely.

He smiled and carefully pulled off me, then turned to face me. Our
declining dicks brushed. He swept his hands over my shoulders and down my
arms, then over my pecs. "Every time I see you," he said. "I want to touch
you."

I got the feeling that he might have been crushing on me like Tyler and I
had crushed on each other. I wasn't sure I was ready for that. I was
already feeling guilty again for, well, cheating on Tyler. And now I felt
worse. I think he saw the doubt pass over my face. He smiled sadly. "Hold
on," he said. He went to the sink, wet a fresh dish rag, and returned to
me. "Let me clean you," he said, closing the dishrag around my dick. He
cleaned me carefully, gently. Then he kissed my cheek. "Anytime you want,
you come see me, okay?" he softly said.

I nodded, wondering if it had been a mistake to sex with my dad's cook.
But, I did like Alexander. I reminded myself that I really did. It would be
hard not to. I kissed his cheek. "Okay."

He hugged me. As much as I liked guys shorter than me, it felt good to be
hugged by someone a couple of inches taller, especially someone with a
lean, hard body like Alexander. I hugged him back, comfortably. Our dangly
parts dangled together.

"Now," he said, patting my back. "I will make you some very fine hot cakes,
my fine boy!"