Date: Tue, 20 May 2008 21:29:04 -0700
From: Greg Reese <fbud4u@gmail.com>
Subject: James and Clark - Chapter 16 - Adult Friends

This is a work of fiction, the usual legal jargon applies.  This chapter
crosses some boundries that not all will like.  Please be warned and read
at your own risk.  As you know, the characters in this story do not have to
deal with disease, the use of condoms is not portrayed.  The real world is
very different though, practice safe sex, use a condom.

I dreaded answering the phone, but knew this had to be done.  "Hello?" I
sheepishly answered.  "JAMES!  I am absolutely outraged over the photo I
just received, outraged!" Mr. Stringfeld barked over the phone.  I had to
pull the receiver from my ear as he was yelling so loud.  "I knew when I
signed you on my team that you were a poof, but I overlooked it.  But THIS!
THIS I cannot overlook!  How DARE you send me something so vulgar, so vile,
ohhh ohhh." He bellowed.  "Was that 'ohh ohh' a sexual response?" I
thought, I decided to remain silent.  "You have..yeah like that, oh just
like that...taken this too far James!" he continued.  "Oh my GOD!  He's
getting off on the photo while bitch slapping me over the phone!  THAT
fucker!" I steamed.  "Mr. Stringfeld, if you find this so fucking vulgar,
then why, or rather should I say who, is helping you get your rocks off?
You arrogant fuck!  You dare scream at me on the phone while you're getting
your fucking cock serviced!" I shouted back.  "I...well...oh don't stop,
please don't stop, yeah, just like that..." he breathed into the
phone. "You sick fuck!  You call me a pervert yet you're getting off on
this aren't you bitch?" I shouted some more.  "James...oh God...oh..." he
panted. "You get off on this domination crap don't you?  Who's taking care
of your cock Mr. Stringfeld?  Huh?  Who?  Your fucking butler!
Mr. Stringfeld, I think it's time you and I parted company.  I fucking quit
you dirty bastard!" I shouted as I shut my cell phone.  "That FUCK!  That
sick twisted fuck!" I shouted to the room, about that time there was a
knock on the door.  "Room service" the male voice said on the other side of
the door.  "Holy shit, great..." I said aloud as I stomped to the door and
flung it open then stopped dead in my tracks.  "Travis?" I asked.  "Hi
James, thought I'd surprise you." He giggeled.  "How..when...." I
stammered.  "Can I come in?" he asked.  I looked out the door, checking the
hallway to make sure no one saw him and then let him enter.  Shutting the
door I asked, "Travis, what are you doing here and how long have you been
standing at the door?" "Long enough to know." he said.

"Travis, I don't know why you're here.  Does your Dad know why you're
here?"  I asked.  Just then there was another knock on the door, "Room
service" the familiar voice said.  I shot Travis a dirty look as I opened
the door and there was Clark.  "Surprise!" Clark shouted, his face
immediately falling as he saw my unhappy look at both he and Travis being
there.  "James, I thought we'd surprise you, guess...." Clark started to
say.  "Dad, James just dropped his biggest client. Seems one of the photos
he sent you, got to that dick he works for, Mr. Stringbean whatever the
hell his name is.  From what I heard, the asshole was getting off on the
photo while bitching James out about it." Travis explained.  "Well
allrighty then, exactly how long were you standing outside the door
Travis?" I scolded.  "Obviously long enough!" I waived him off before he
could reply.  "I can't stand that man, but he was my biggest client and had
been with me the longest.  God, if he talks to his friends they take their
business elsewhere, I'm fucking screwed!" I said as I sunk back down in the
chair. "C'mon James, let's go downstairs, a couple of drinks will help you
feel better." James said, walking over to me and putting his arm around my
shoulder.  "Yeah, James, c'mon, let's go blow off some steam." Travis
offered, winking at his Dad.  "OK, allright, maybe one, I really don't feel
like..." I started to say but was interrupted by my voice chiming,
indicating I had a text message.  "Hang on...holy shit!  Guys, look at
this!" I said, holding the phone up so they could see the photo that had
just arrived.  "Phhhewwww!!!" Clark whisteled, "DAMN!" Travis responded.
It was a photo of Mr. Stringfeld, being blown by a servant, not sure which
one it was, and a rope of cum flying out of his rather endowed cock and
landing on the cheek of his servant.  "Fucking asshole!" I said, "C'mon
boys, I feel like getting shit faced tonight!" I said as I started to usher
them out of the room.  "Uh James...can we crash here tonight?  We sort of
did this on a spur of the moment thing and we don't have anyplace to stay."
Clark said.  "Sure!  Let's fucking party!" I said, slapping Clark on his
ass.

I noticed Travis jab his Dad in the ribs, lean foward and ask him a
question.  "Yeah, OK, it's almost your birthday, go ahead.  But if you get
caught, I don't know you!" James said.  "What?" I asked.  "Oh he freaking
brought his damned fake ID and he wants to use it." Clark said, rolling his
eyes.  I couldn't help but bust out laughing.  "What's so funny?" Clark
asked.  "Yeah James, what gives?" Travis added.  "Clark, did you forget
that you were almost 18 once?  You mean to tell me you never had a fake ID,
trying to act all 21 and shit?" I asked, continuing to laugh.  "As a matter
of fact, no dumbshit.  The drinking age WAS 18 back then." Clark snipped
back.  I quit laughing, mentally counting back the years I realized that
not all states had the same drinking age, and more than likely, where he
was living at when he was 18, probably had a drinking age of 18.  "OH yeah,
huh..." I said, blushing with embarrassment.  We entered the hotel lounge,
found a quiet spot and ordered our drinks.  I opted for a Vodka Martini
while Clark and Travis selected beers.  We chatted and laughed and I asked
Travis about his birthday plans, playing like I didn't know what he had
already revealed.  "Well James, since you asked, I kinda thought I might
start celebrating a litte earlier.  Like tonight." Travis said, exchanging
a knowing glance with me.  Clark was oblivious to what we were talking
about, instead he was busy checking out a couple, man and woman, who were
shooting pool.  "Hey guys, mind if I go shoot some pool?  Any of you up for
a game?" Clark asked.  "Well, I don't know how to play pool." I responded.
"I'll teach you James." Travis chimed in.  "Great!  Let's go get a table."
Clark said, getting up from the bar stool and heading for the second table.

Travis set the table up and went over some of the basic to shooting pool
with me.  While he was doing that, Clark started chatting up the couple
next to us.  Before long, introductions were being made.  Their names were
Paul and Cheri, they were from Santa Barbara and I guessed their ages to be
in their mid-twenties.  They were in D.C. celebrating their first wedding
anniversary and, since they hadn't been able to take a honeymoon, had
booked a suite for their stay.  We started shooting pool and, after one
martini, decided to switch to drinking beers.  Before long we had gotten a
good buzz going, to include Travis. We were laughing and joking, have a
great time, but at the same time, I kept noticing Clark would have hushed
conversations with Paul and Cheri.  It was as if they were sharing a secret
and to a certain extent, Travis was in on it as well as I noticed several
glancing being exchanged between Clark and Travis, as though they were
hatching a plan.  "Hey, let's go back to our suite and continue this party
there." Cheri offered.  "Great idea!" Paul added.  "Yeah, great idea, c'mon
guys, let's go." Clark said, winking and nodding to Travis.  "But, I was
just getting the hang of the game." I added, trying not to sound like the
party pooper.  "C'mon, let's play another game." I added.  "James, c'mon,
we can go upstairs and...pffffffttttt.." Clark said, making a motion as
though he was sucking on a joint.  "Oh...OH!  OK!" I added, placing my pool
stick on the table.

We were soon in the elevator and I noticed that Paul and Cheri had started
making out.  Cheri rubbing Paul's crotch while Paul grabbed and gently
rubbed her tits.  I was a little uncomfortable and wasn't sure if we should
be standing here watching this or getting off on our floor and heading to
our room.  I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Travis was pulling and
adjusting himself.  We arrived on the 25th floor and Paul and Cheri led us
to their suite.  We entered their suite and I have to tell you, it was
plush!  Anything and everything you could want was there, I could just
imagine that it must be costing them a pretty penny.  "James, before we
start, I have a business proposition to make." Paul said, clapping me on
the shoulder.  "Umm, OK, what would that be?" I asked.  "Well, I need you
to design me an office building.  See, we just inherited my family's money
and I'm going to open my own construction firm." Paul said.  "OK, sure!
I'm in room 113, stop by tomorrow and I'll give you a business card." I
offered, shaking Paul's hand.  Cheri had now disappeared and Clark was busy
making us a round of drinks.  Clark brought the drinks over to where we
were sitting in what I suppose was the living suite and said, "Wait, I've
got something else to add to the party!" and pulled out his pipe and a bag
of smoke.  "Clark!  How the hell..." I said.  "Remember?  I was a former
cop? I still have some privileges, airport security being one of them."
Clark chuckeled as he loaded and lit the pipe.  After inhaling, he passed
it around for the rest of us, to include Travis, of which I was not keen on
the idea, but said nothing.  We continued to chat and Cheri came out
wearing a pair of tight short shorts and a very low cut teddy type blouse -
no bra.  Paul excused himself and he soon returned wearing a pair of tight
running shorts, emphasizing a very impressive bulge and a wife beater that
showed off the light blonde hair on his chest.  We continued to smoke and
drink and before too long, we were feeling no pain at all.

It was then that Cheri got up and took off her shorts, revealing she was
wearing a pair of silk lace crotchless panties.  At the same time, Paul got
up and removed his shorts, revealing he was wearing a leather jock strap.
"You like to play?" Paul asked as he reached over and started massaging
Clark's crotch.  "Hmmmm..."Clark moaned.  I looked at Clark and then to
Travis.  They both looked at me like, "See?  This was our secret!" and
before I knew it, Travis was at my side, rubbing my hardening cock through
my jeans.  Clark stood up, removed his shirt and then his jeans and
revealed he was not wearing any underwear and was sporting a fantastic hard
on.  Travis soon did the same and, like his Dad, wore no underwear.  I was
amazed at how much their cocks looked alike, hell, I was amazed at how much
they looked alike period.  Cheri had started fingering her pussy and was
quietly urging Paul to suck Clark's cock.  The tip of Paul's hard cock was
now peeking over the waistband of his leather jock.  "How old are you
Travis?" Paul asked.  "I'm 18." Travis responded.  "Yeah, next week." I
added.  "James, his birthday was last Saturday, we were going to celebrate
this weekend but..." Clark said.  "Travis, you ever had any pussy?" Cheri
asked, spreading her legs to reveal her shave pussy.  "No Cheri, I'm gay,
I'm more interested in cock than in your pussy, no offense." Travis said,
stroking his hard cock.  My hands had a mind of their own and I'd already
pulled my jeans and underwear down to my knees and was slowly stroking my
own hard cock while I watched Paul begin to suck on Clark's massive hardon.
"C'mon Travis, try it." Cher said, spreading open the lips of her pussy and
revealing the hard clit and pink wet skin hidden in the folds of her lips.
Travis looked at me for a response, I nodded, indicating he should try it.
He tentatively scooted over to the sofa that Cheri was sitting on.  I
glanced over at Clark and Paul and they were now on the floor in a full 69,
slurping and sucking on each other's cocks, their low moans of approval
letting the other know they were doing all the right things.  I climbed off
the chair and scooted next to Travis, my hand reaching over and wrapping
around his hard 18 year old wet cock.  Travis groaned as I touched his cock
and he stared at Cheri's pussy.  "Stick your tongue out sweetie.  Lick it
like you'd lick an asshole." she cooed.  Travis moved closer, inhaling, the
musky scent of her cunt filling his nostrils, firing his pistons.  Sticking
his tongue out, he began to lick her pussy, just as if he was eating
Kevin's ass out.  Cheri groaned, "Oh yeah baby, yeah, eat my pussy, lick it
baby, give me your virgin tongue." I watched, fascinated as Travis began to
eat her cunt in ernest.  His tongue traveling around the lips of her
vagina, darting in and out of her, flicking up and down and over her clit.
Cheri squealed and shouted, bucking her hips onto Travis' invading tongue.
I leaned over and sucked Travis' young cock into my mouth.  "What am I
doing?  He's old enough to be my son." I screamed inside my head.  "Shut up
and suck." I answered back.  I felt Travis wrap his hand around my own hard
cock and I groaned, the vibration shooting through his cock, making him
squirm and grunt while he continued to eat Cheri's pussy.  "Yeah, oh fuck
yeah, eat my ass." I heard Paul shout.  Pulling off of Travis' cock I
looked over and saw Paul, on all fours, Clark's face buried in his ass.
"Baby, scoot over here, help this young stud eat your babies pussy." Cher
said.  Paul got up, his hard wet cock waiving in front of him, kneeling
down, he and Travis both started eating Cheri.  I gasped as I felt a tongue
on my own asshole, turning around I saw Clark behind both Travis and I. He
had nudged Travis up on all fours and was moving back and forth between us,
taking turns eating our asses out. "Oh...oh..oh baby, you're gonna make me
cum, oh fuck...oooooohhhhhhh aaaayyyyyeeeee..." Cheri shouted as Paul's
tongue triggered the first of her orgasms.  "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuck
Paul, fuck, oh baby, yeah, eat my fucking pussy." she continued.  As Cheri
calmed down, she told her husband, "You know what I like to see baby,
c'mon, show me what I like to see."  Paul pulled off of her pussy, leaned
down and pulling Travis off of his cock started kissing him.  Before long,
Paul was on his back, legs up in the air and Travis had his face planted on
his hole, devouring it.  Paul was stroking his cock, writhing, begging
Travis to eat his ass out.  "C'mon James, take a taste of Travis' ass, it's
so sweet." Clark said, nudging me.  I got between Travis' ass and started
licking at his hole.  He was already wet and the lips of his ass were
beginning to puff up from the expert tonguing that Clark had already given
him.  I heard Travis groan as my tongue began to gently wash his pouty ass
lips.  "Yeah, that's it, fucking eat his ass, eat Paul out, make him cum."
Cheri said as she straddeled her husband.  Travis pulled his head away
while Cheri mounted Paul, his cock sliding in to her pussy.  "Ohhh fuck."
Paul groaned.  Travis had to do some maneuvering, but he was able to push
Paul's legs back enough so that he could continue eating his ass.  "Let me
have some of Travis' sweet hole again." Clark pulled, nudging me away from
the young mans delicious hole.  Clark leaned forward and started to slowly
insert a finger inside his son's hole.  Travis groaned and bucked his hips,
indicating to his Dad that his finger inside his hole felt damn good.
Cheri started screaming again as another orgasm hit her.  "Fuck!  Women are
lucky, multi-orgasmic!" I thought.  I wanted to taste Travis' cock again
but at the angle Clark had him, it was out of reach.  I was starting to
feel left out when Cheri got off of Paul and grabbing a dildo that no one
had noticed she had brought, along with lube, began to work on my hole. I
sighed as her fingers entered me, lubing me up.  Cheri grabbed the dildo
and gently started sliding it inside me.  I screamed at the pleasure, my
cock, shooting a thin stream of clear juice out the end, landing on Travis'
thigh.

I heard Paul cry out and looked up in time to see him shooting his load,
his cum firing out of his cock, landing on his chest and lips as Travis
slowly entered his ass.  Clark was still fingering his son's hole, I
couldn't help but also notice that he had three fingers inside him,
remaining motionless as Travis continued to slide into Paul.  "You like
this, you think this is hot?" Cheri asked from behind my ear, her tongue
licking the inside of my ear, her lips nipping at my lobe.  "Uhh huh....oh
yeah, fuck me bitch." I murmured.  "Look, Travis is in Paul and now Clark
is sliding his dick into Travis." Cheri whispered.  "Why don't you go fuck
Clark, and while you men are fucking each other I'll finger my wet pussy
and cum for you all.  Oh James, I'm so fucking close to cumming while I
fuck your ass." Cheri continued.  "Oh James, oh fuck James, oh yeah, I'm
fucking your ass and I'm.... I.....I....." Cheri howled again as another
orgasm shook her body, causing her hand to quiver and further shove the
dildo up my ass.  I arched my back in pain/pleasure, growling I began to
buck on the invading dildo.  "Ohhh...ohhh...oh yeah fuck..." I moaned.  I
looked over to Clark, Travis and Paul and watched in pure fascination as
the three of them began fucking each other, at first clumsily, then as they
found their rhtymn, working like a well oiled machine.  Travis was laying
on top of Paul, kissing him, his tongue fucking his mouth with the same
force that his dick was fucking his ass.  Each time he shoved forward, it
caused his Dad's cock to slide out and each time he pulled back, he took
more of his Dad's hard cock.  Cheri pulled the dildo out of my ass, I
sighed as I felt the emptiness it made.  She walked over to her husband and
told Paul she wanted to watch us all cum on me.  Travis was the first to
pull out, followed by Clark.  "Travis, fuck me, fuck me please." I begged.
Travis came over and, pushing my legs back to my chest, slid his cock into
my already wet and stretched ass.  "OH YEAH Travis!  Fill me up with your
spunk!  Oh yeah, fucking cum inside my ass!" I shouted as he began to fuck
me.  Paul and Clark were kneeling to me side, their cocks pointed at my
face, their wet pre-cum flying out the end and landing on my lips.  I
licked the sweet juice off my lips, twisting my nipples with one hand I
continued to furiously pound on my cock with my other.  I could feel my
balls pulling up in their sack and knew I was close.  I shouted and cursed
and begged for Travis to ram his cock in me, to fuck the living daylights
out of my ass.  He complied and continued hammering my abused hole, making
me scream louder and louder.  Paul and Clark were frantically stroking
their cocks, their breathing becoming ragged and harsh as they neared their
peak.  "OH fuck, Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" I shouted as cum flew out of my
cock, spraying my chest, landing in my hair, on my nose.  Travis shouted he
was cumming and with one final shove started to unload his pent up cock
juice in my ass.  Each pulse of his cock, each jet of his cum that I felt
caused me to shoot even more.  I soon felt the spray of Paul of Clark's
loads as they finished coating my face with their junk.  Cheri was the last
to cum, getting on on her own fingers, frantically rubbing her clit while
we all shot our cum.

Travis collapsed on top of me, his cock still flexing and hard in my ass.
Panting, he started kissing me.  "Oh God James, that was hot, GOD that was
hot." he kept saying.  I heard him grunt and opening my eyes, saw Clark
entering his ass again.  He started fucking his ass causing his 18 year old
cock to harden again.  His dick was well lubed with his own load as he
started to fuck me.  I heard Clark groan as Paul entered his ass, followed
by Cheri inserting the dildo in Paul's ass.  We started fucking again, each
of us rapidly getting closer to another cum.  Like clock work, we shouted,
my cock spasmed and cum dribbled out of the end, pooling at the base of my
cock in my pubic hair.  Paul shouted out and slammed into Clark, causing
him to slam his cock into Travis. The three of them came again at the same
time.  Cheri came over and sat on my face.  I was practically
hyperventilating as I came down off my orgasm.  I shoved my face in her
pussy and she quickly ground her hips on my lips and tongue. She came again
as my tongue fucked her hole and my fingers flicked her clit.  The four of
us collapsed in a pile of sweaty, panting bodies as we came down off our
high.  Once we regained our composure, we dressed and left, heading back to
my room.  The three of us were exhausted and after we had stripped, we
piled onto one bed, curled up in each other's arms and quickly dozed off.

I awoke the next morning to feel movement of the bed.  Opening my eyes I
looked over and saw Travis, fucking his Dad's ass.  I closed my eyes again
and dozed back off to sleep, too hungover and still satiated to worry about
greeting the day yet.  My last audible sounds were of Clark and Travis
shouting as they came together.

OK guys, I told you this would cross some boundaries and would be a ride.
Let me know what you think.  Thanks for the great feedback!