Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2003 12:01:51 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Danny Boy - Part 3

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic
events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too
young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read this story.
In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. In
the real world, everyone should practice safe sex.

I enjoy hearing from my readers. Please continue to send me your comments
and suggestions; they are appreciated.
bertcarley@goldrush.com


Danny Boy - Part 3

Immediately upon discharge from the US Army, I spent a couple of weeks
around the old hometown with my parents and friends, but I soon found it
boring. Hell, I was use to some real heavy action and kinky sex now. There
certainly wasn't any around home, especially with black guys, since there
were few Black Guys in the area and they were either married or straight. I
got my shit together and moved to San Francisco, one hundred eighteen miles
due West, knowing they had a huge gay population where I would have a
better chance of meeting my dream man.

Though I had my degree in accounting and business administration, I was not
interested in working as an accountant or a business manager, stuck in some
office every day crunching numbers or doing tax work for some damn CPA
outfit. So, here is what I did. I stayed with an old maid sister of my
dad's that had lived in the city for years. She was eccentric, old, cranky,
and set in her ways, but she always liked me and was glad to have me living
with her. I used my savings and went to bartender's school. What I really
wanted was to work in one of the leather and biker bars, thinking I may as
well work in one of them as to work in some damn Queenie Gay Bar. I wanted
to associate with real men, macho guys, not vanilla guys, screaming queens,
dance Ferries and Transvestites. I had nothing against them, but they were
definitely not the kind of friends I wanted to associate with, especially
not bed with. It was going to have to be gay macho men or Bisexual
masculine guys. Hell, I would even settle for married guys out on the town
for a good time, balls busting, looking for some action, as long as they
could give me some good old rough sex and push all my right buttons. I was
looking for quality and quantity, determined that life is only as good as
your fondest memories. I was going to have a stack of memories that would
pave my way happily through life.

I had been frequenting the leather bars since my move to SF and the date I
received my certification from Bartender's school. I had made it a point of
meeting and becoming friends with as many of the owners and managers of
these establishments as possible. When the time came to find a job, I
wanted that edge so I would have a better chance of being hired. I had
already slept with half the owners or managers of the leather/biker bars. I
really wanted to work at 'The Tool Box,' owned and operated by Eddie and
Michael, business partners, and both Tops. It was the most popular
leather/biker bar in San Francisco at the time. They took me to bed with
them many times on weekends, as they were just what I wanted in a man -
masculine, macho, good looking, hung and dominant creatures to the
bone. They shared a flat above the bar and liked to entertain bottom guys
like me together, sometimes during business hours, regularly after bar
hours. They both took to me immediately. I spent many hours getting dick
from that duo. They were quite a team, Eddie a Master Top and younger
Michael versatile, but mostly Top too with constant needs for a juicing. As
a Master, Eddie ran the show, but Michael was the performance
specialist. He could fuck all night long if really turned on to someone. He
liked blue eyed blonde guys, so he performed extraordinarily well when I
was sandwiched between him and Eddie. Master Eddie would feed me his dick
and Michael would fill-up my bottom until I was singing like a canary. Fuck
they were a team.  Once Master Eddie realized I liked the exotic and kinky
stuff, their dungeon room in the back of their flat became our playpen, my
training camp. You name it; I experienced it in that dungeon room under
their total control. By the time I finished bartender's school, Eddie had
me totally submissive to his every demand. I even learned to eat scat once
in awhile if the two of them got me really turned on. Until I met these
two, I had always claimed I would never submit to it in a million
years. The guys were both excellent tops and could get me to do most
anything! Hey, you would be surprised what one can do when really turned on
to someone.  Don't be judgmental, be kind and understanding with me, OK!

I didn't even have to ask! They wanted me to work for them when I finished
bartender's school. Damn was I lucky! They hired me immediately! They even
purchased me special clothing, consisting of nothing more than tight
leather shorts, a very skimpy tasseled leather vest, arm bands, boots and a
headband. The tassels on the vest were to indicate to everyone that I was a
Bottom Boy.  As I said, 'The Tool Box' was the most popular biker/leather
bar in SF at the time. The place was wild on Friday and Saturday nights,
even busy weekdays seven to ten at night. Every hot guy that wore leather
was in there after work Friday night strutting his stuff; then again
Saturday night to pick up a leather bottom bitch and take him home to fuck
all night. Being a good looking blue eyed blond guy, keeping myself shaved
of all body hair, wearing tight leather shorts, leather boots, no top
sometimes, showing off my nice nipples, I was quite a popular bartender
with all the customers. I went by Blonde. Every guy in the place made a
play for me, I loved the job, hectic as it was. I made more in tips than I
did in wages, and it was a union shop. Most of the regular customers were
masculine gay guys, but there was a fair share that could be considered
Bisexual guys, just the kind I like, macho, masculine and dominant. These
guys were real men, worked the shipyards, the docks or were construction
workers in and around the Bay Area. They didn't frequent the bar every
weekend, only when they were on the prowl for a nice looking young guy to
fuck that wasn't a queen or effeminate. I qualified for that position and
let them know I was available if they could pass my physical test. I posted
qualification guidelines on the bulletin board. They had to be 100% Top
guys, not necessarily handsome, but masculine and macho, preferably kinky
and hairy, have 9 inches or more, preferably uncircumcised and able to
climax more than once before falling to sleep. Must expose self to me
before my shift ends at midnight. It was great; guys would pull their cocks
out and pump them up while I watched right at the bar after they had a few
drinks to see if I would go home with them at midnight. No wonder they
called the place 'The Meat Rack' at times. At midnight, I made my choice
and off we went into the wild blue yonder, sometimes to their place, unless
they were from out of town. Then Michael would let me use their spare
bedroom for my escapades.

Both Eddie and Michael wanted me to move in with them full time, but I
thought that would not work out to my benefit, as they both had a
possessive nature to them. I did not want to limit my escapades to just
those two when there were so many hunks to sample. I just was right up
front and told them I wanted to have my freedom and sample the merchandise
for at least a while longer before settling down with anyone. They
understood, but insisted that I continue to sleep with them too. That
worked just fine. When I got a real hot guy into S&M and kink, I would let
Eddie and Michael know. They would get Teddy, another bottom bartender. The
five of us would go to the dungeon after closing time and the three guys
would really have a good. They would put Teddy and me through the works,
then ball us until daybreak. These were hot times for all of us.

It was like being on vacation seven days a week, especially on weekends
when all the out of town hunks would show up, many on motorcycles. When the
Gay Parade and the Castro Street Fair came around each year, 'The Tool Box'
filled to total capacity for the entire weekend. I was making real good
money, much of it under the table with no taxes. I wanted for nothing. The
minute I mentioned I wanted something either Eddie or Michael made it
appear. They constantly begged me to move in with them and made it legal, I
was spending so much time with them. I told them my old Aunt Sarah was
ailing and really needed me to stay on to take care of her affairs. When
she died two years later, I inherited her house down in the Marina
District. This had been my paternal grandfather's home where my dad, Aunt
Sarah and two other brothers had grown up. It appraised at $885,000; in
addition, she had that much more in stocks bonds and cash she willed to
me. I knew that she had inherited a large portion of my grandfather's
estate years earlier, including the Marina District house, but never knew
it was so damn much. The house was like a mausoleum, furnished with
antiques, oriental rugs and stain glass windows. You know the look and
especially the smell of a house like that. The kitchen was antiquated, the
heating system an old oil burner, and the electrical about as unsafe as one
could imagine. One dare not plug in any modern appliance for fear of
burning down the place. The first thing I did was have an auctioneer deal
with ridding the place of all the antiquity. It certainly wasn't my
thing. Oh, I did give a few things to my mom and dad that they always
wanted out of the house, but all in all, I emptied the house of just about
everything. The next step was to get a reputable architecture to turn the
old place into something livable based upon my needs and my sense of
style. My preference, which just happens to be ultra modern - shinny steel
and leather, bright, airy, comfortable, easy to clean, with an open floor
plan is what I told him I wanted. He came back with two or three designs,
one of which I chose and the demolition phase began. Six months later I
moved back into the most beautiful place on earth. There were enough
antique architectural elements salvaged from the demolition that they paid
for over half the reconstruction costs. I now had a home in one of the best
neighborhoods in San Francisco that appraised at well over 1.25 million.

I lived in the house about one full year, sold it for 1.75 million, and
purchased a three- bedroom condominium in the Comstock Complex right
downtown for $585,000. It was new, modern, had a wonderful all glass view
of the entire city from the 18th floor, and was walking distance to work,
less than 10 blocks. I had a professional furnish the place so it wasn't
something thrown together by yours truly that would look like the
decorations in a Mexican or Chinese Restaurant. It turned out great, all in
monotone leather and bright shinny steel. The kitchen would have made Julia
Child envious. Now remember, I had learned to cook very well when Stan and
I lived together. I had Master Eddie and Michael over many times to dinner,
always turning into sleepover affairs. I loved to cook and entertain
them. They were always my honored guests and my personal evening dessert
combo. We three guys, tightly knit for quite a spell. One or the other came
home with me almost every night, always putting a big smile on my face when
they put the Dickie to my Licky or the Meat to my Seat, depositing Juicie
to my Pussie.

Still, living alone was a drag. I really longed to have a man walking
through the door every night, enveloping me in hugs and kisses and making
love to me every night. I made an asserted effort to find
Mr. Wonderful. Eddie and Michael wanted me, but neither one of them were
what I really pictured as my Mr. Wonderful. I continued to search and go
out with guys that frequented the bar. One night a big black dude walked in
that had never before been in the bar. He stood at the bar and ordered a
draft, sucked it down in two gulps, ordered another and did the same. The
third one he carried around the place mingling with the guys. He fit in
immediately with the guys that came in after work each night that worked on
the pier as longshoremen. He kept eyeing me and watching me all
evening. Here it was Friday night and the place started to get pretty wild
and crazy about 10:00pm when he arrived.

My eyes kept returning to him as I worked the bar, busy as it was. Once in
awhile our eyes would meet and he would give me a nice hardy smile. He was
one big guy; huge muscles, a neck, shoulders, arms and chest on him that
made me feel I needed to touch. He wore loose clothing, 501 Levi's, a tee
shirt and work boots, but I could tell everything under those duds was iron
and steel. On one of his trips to the john, I noticed he had stopped, was
reading the bulletin board posted with my dating qualification
criteria. When he returned from the head he stepped up to my end of the bar
got my attention and called me over.

"Hey Blonde, dat you ain't it girl?" Come over here a minute, I has
something to show you."  He already had his dick in his hand and was slowly
stroking it. The cock head was just pulling away from the foreskin when I
arrived and looked down. He continued slowly stroking that big black tool
until it stood up and blew bubbles at me. Looked to be bout 14 inches and
as big around as a baseball bat handle or a black drainpipe. "You like girl
- do I qualify to get some of that fine pussy of yours maybe?" "You sure a
pretty little thing!" "Anything else you want to see for I put "Thunder"
away?

"Don't put Thunder away yet, let me see your balls too!" At that, he
unbuttoned the top button, spread his 501's open and lifted his entire
package out for my viewing. His balls hung down, swung back and forth as he
made them swing side to side, reminded me of the balls on a bull that Louie
use to lease for breeding years ago on the ranch. The expression on my face
must have pleased him.

"Nice big black balls to go with the Niger meat girl, you like?" "Could be
yours too girl, just for the askin!" "I be over with the boys till midnight
when you get off OK!" "Maybe you like to make some black babies tonight,
maybe not!" "Till midnight I be here, OK!" He started to stuff his manhood
back into his 501's and I realized my mouth was hanging open. I regained my
composure as he started to button up. He gave me a big smile and said,
"Niger Meat's good girl, you ever had any?" He lifted his tee shirt up so I
could see his navel, six packs, then all the way up so I could see his
chest and nipples. Both nipples had rings in them, indicating to me that he
was into nipple play, possibly more fun stuff, the kinky, that I really
liked. His entire abdomen was covered with those little tight swirls of
black hair that Black guy have when they are especially hairy all over,
another real plus. I was short of drooling by now; he could see it in my
eyes. He just lowered his tee and tucked it back into his pants. "Now you
turn around girl and wiggle that cute little ass for daddy and we be even
for now!" That made me burst out laughing. "I serious girl, give me
something to think about till midnight, OK!"

I removed my apron, spun around a couple of times, lifted my hands up over
my head and wiggled my way back to my station and back to him. "Well,
Thunder sure looks just like what the doctor ordered to tame me tonight,
big guy. You're on for tonight, OK!" He gave me a big smile, turned and
returned to his longshoremen friends.

I could hardly wait for the next forty minutes until midnight. I kept
making eye contact with him and he kept me entertained doing the crotch
squeeze number for me so his pants bulged out and he kept launching a nice
woody for me to drool over. I in turn blew kisses at it. After I counted my
cash drawer and pulled the tape for the evening I joined him and his
buddies for a couple of beers and we were already warming up to each
other. I had been to bed with at least three of his buddies already, one
white and two blacks, so I am sure he knew I liked black meat. These guys
were the types that share their experiences with each other, so they must
have given me a good recommendation.

"What's your name anyway Big Guy, as I groped him?" I startled him and he
winced!

"Blakemore Washington, Blake for short, just moved here from Louisiana,
transferred here and working with these here blokes at the Alameda Naval
Shipyards across the Bay. Some place this San Francisco, nice and cool
place to work." "Your real name Blonde girl?"

"Hell no, it is Danzel Van Goagen, Dan or Danny for short!" "What say we
get out of here and go to my place, OK?" "The boss gave me the name Blonde
when I started working here!"

"Sure Danny, I got the Harley outside, you bring a car?"

"No, don't own one anymore, use to have a Mustang and it up and died on
me. Just as well, who needs a car in San Francisco! Besides, I just live
about 10 blocks from here and I always walk to and from work. It helps me
keep my girlish figure you know!" Before I ever leave with any new guy I
always confirm with Eddie and Michael to see it the guy is safe to take
home. I excused myself for a few minutes and walked to them both that were
then standing at the end of the bar talking.

"Well guys, his name is Blakemore Washington, Blake for short, transferred
here from Louisiana and working at the Alameda Naval Shipyards. You have
anymore scoop on him, like if he is "The Boston Slayer" or something?"

Eddie spoke, "Checked with his friends and they say he is safe, a bit
kinky, but not a Slasher, into blood sucking, or piercing stuff. You have
our blessing! Why you like that Black stuff girl, when you can have us two
hunks anytime you want some hot dick up your sweet ass? Is bigger really
better girl?" I just stuck my tongue out at them, turned and rejoined
Blake.

"Well girl, where you live is there a garage or a safe place to put the
bike for the night; I sure as hell ain't leavin it out on the street?"

"No problem, I have a basement parking spot, seldom used, but came with the
condominium."  "Let's go now so I can get a better look at 'Thunder,'
before I loose my buzz, OK!"

"Sure thing girl!" He had an older Classic Fat Boy Harley with all the
trimmings. It was black and chrome, beautiful and very masculine with black
leather saddlebags and chromed dual pipes that sounded nice and mellow when
he fired it up. Damn how I love the sound of a Hog.

I guided him to the Comstock Building, down the ramp to the security box,
entered my passkey and the large metal gates rolled up into the ceiling
letting us enter. My parking slot had a friend's small car parked in it,
but there was room behind it for his bike. We took the elevator up to the
eighteenth floor and we entered the condominium. He went immediately to the
floor to ceiling windows, gazed out at the city lights, the cars coming and
going on Market Street and off the Bay Bridge, linking SF with Oakland,
Berkeley, and Alameda.

"Damn girl, ain't that purdy, just look at dem lights. You got birds eye
view of the whole city from up here girl! This big patio out here yours too
baby! Sure like to step out there and look straight down and around for a
minute. That be OK?"

"Sure, probably a bit breezy out there tonight. It's OK during the day when
the sun is out, but at night it can be cold." I unlocked the big sliding
door and we scooted out to the railings. I don't like to look straight
down, it always gives me the quivers and my legs go weak on me, but he
loved it, although it was a bit nippy. I cuddled up next to him to keep
warm. "Pretty as a picture postcard isn't it Blake?"

"Sure is baby, even can see the ships we are working on all lit up over in
Alameda from here!  Give me some Sugar Danny so I an make a wish before we
go back inside and make love!"  He turned around and hugged me to him. I
felt like I was in a vice. He smiled down at me, leaned over and planted
his big thick lips over mine, completely covering them and gave me the most
wet and passionate kiss I have had in years. It sent shivers through my
entire body.  He didn't just let go either, but continued to kiss me until
I just fell limp in his firm embrace.  When he released me, he took one
last look at the lights of the city, and ushered me back inside. I guided
him to my bedroom and he was already removing clothing as we walked down
the hallway past the first two bedrooms and a bathroom, dropping them as we
walked.  By the time we got to my bedroom, he was down to just one boot and
his 501's. He quickly removed those two items. He immediately started
taking my clothing off, lifting up my arms so he could pull my wool sweater
up and over my head. He undid my leather pants and boxers, lowered them in
one sweep clear to my knees. He sat me on the edge of the bed so he could
remove my boots and socks, the pulled my pants and boxers off and tossed
them.

"Blake, I need to clean out and take a shower before we do anything
drastic!"

"Sure baby, I understand! Maybe I should shower too, I just came directly
from work today so I'm probably pretty ripe myself." He put his armpit to
his nose! "Whew yes, very ripe, I can imagine what downstairs smells
like. Maybe we can take a shower together if there is room, OK?"

Sure, I'll call you in after I purge myself, OK!"

"Hell, let me do that for you, it turns me on! What say, OK?"

"Suit yourself Big Guy, it could be kind of stinky, I ate a lot of junk
food today."

"Lead the way Danny, I'll play Doctor Blake and perform the surgery! Damn
you got a nice firm ass on you girl!" He squeezed my buns all the way into
the bathroom. As I was preparing the douche bag with warm soapy water, he
watched and put KY on the working end of the long tubing, making sure the
pinch stop was in place properly. When I had it full, I hung it on the
glass shower door. He sat on the toilet, worked the spray end up into my
rectum, kissed my ass cheeks and loosened the pinch stop, slowly working it
in and around until it was well seated up in me. He told me to jump up and
down a few times to distribute the soapy water in me. After a few minutes,
he rose from the toilet and had me sit and purge the contents. Two more
times we repeated this procedure. He greased up a finger and inserted it
way up in me to make sure I was clear and clean. He poked my prostrate
gland a couple of times, to see what my reaction would be. He had to catch
me from falling; it felt so good.

"Into the shower with you now girl. Damn you got one hot ass all right!
Just what Thunder likes; would you look at what he's up to girl." Thunder
had grown before our eyes and was oozing pre-cum like crazy. I gave him a
squeeze, held on and led him into the shower with me. Before I even turned
on the showerhead with a spray of water, I put my nose to his chest and
inhaled deeply. He smelled heavenly. I lowered myself to my knees and
inhaled his groin, sucking in his stench. He smelled ripe indeed; it really
turned me on. I just moaned, sucked and licked on the area as his hard dick
slapped against my neck and face.

"My god darling, you seem to like raunchy alright, a real plus with me
girl. So do I! No shower for you girl, just let me wash up that pussy real
good with soap and a washrag and its off to bed with us." When he was
satisfied that I was nice and clean around my back and front side, he dried
me with a towel, then ushered to the bed. He lowered me on to the edge on
my back with my legs dangling over the side, lifted my legs up and told me
to hold them there as he put two pillows up under my bottom side. He fell
to his knees, spread my ass cheeks and his nose led the way for his tongue
to capture my rosebud and lick away. He kept spreading my ass further apart
with his hands allowing his face to settle his big lips and magic tongue to
devour. He had one of those special long tongues capable of rolling up into
a long cylinder.  That cylinder poked and prodded up into me until I was
begging him to grease up his fingers and really opened me up.

"KY's in the nightstand Blake, put some fingers in me! Fuck me with your
fingers, oh yea, Danny wants some fingers now!" He wasted no time in adding
lubed fingers to his tongue bath. He probed and licked to his hearts
content until he had four fingers, a thumb, and his tongue all working in
unison around Rosie Rosebud and up into her, spreading, needing and getting
her dilated. He had very long fingers and they were able to press on my
prostrate gland. He knew exactly what it took to get a girl to open her ass
up for his huge dick. He patiently administered all the foreplay necessary
to open me up nice and wide to accommodate Thunder.

"Oh fuck me Blake, I'm ready Big Guy. I couldn't be any readier. Put
Thunder in me. I want that big dick in me. Oh fuck me now, please! Please
fuck me Blake! I beg you, please fuck my hot ass with Thunder!" I was so
fucking turned on all I could do was beg and plead. My heart was pounding
and my insides were ablaze with want for some wonderful cock action.

"OK girl, here come Thunder now, ready or not!" The initial pain was what I
expected, but the minute that head touched my hot spot I was humming and
pinching my muscles for him so he would know I was OK to bury himself into
me. Bury indeed! His balls slapped against my bottom and the heat from them
rested against my ass for a spell as he readjusted himself and the pillows
so he could really get a straight shot at the target. This accomplished;
Thunder went to work pumping in and out over my prostrate gland until I was
oozing cum on each stroke. He quickly increased his speed until his huge
dangling balls were literally slapping against my bottom on each cycle. Oh
fuck, I was in lust for this action, squeezing and massaging Thunder as he
took total possession of my love canal.

"Oh Blake, fuck me harder, harder, lean over and bite my nipples. Oh fuck
yes, oh that's good big guy. Mmmm yea, munch on them Blake! Fuck yes, oh,
oh, oh, yes, yes, yes! You smell so fucking good! Fuck yes! I'm going to
cum, oh fuck yes, here it comes." I blasted a stream of cum up over his
stomach and chest. It felt like Old Faithful going off to me, setting my
ass muscles into a steady pulsating motion that took him too over the
top. He stiffened, buried himself in me and it felt like crazy wonderful as
the warmth of his skeet sprayed and filled me with his seed. I was going to
have his baby, be his fucking bride and have his black baby. He was
impregnating me with his seed and I loved it, wanted it, as my ass milked
him dry.

 "Want some more baby? Maybe doggie way now huh?"

"Oh fuck yes, my favorite! Fuck me like your bitch Blake!" He rolled me
over, pulled me on to all four with my ass up in the air on the carpet,
mounted, and we played doggie in heat for another wonderful round of
lustful sex. I was inhaling his scent that had filled our little world of
pleasure, pounding my ass back against every rotation, loving that he had
turned me into his bitch. "Make this last forever Blake! Please make this
last forever, I'm on fire inside with you in me. Take me to the stars with
you big guy." He was slowing up, then pumping faster again, trying to keep
from shooting again quickly. He did pretty well until my ass muscles
couldn't resist the need to milk and massage that huge dick within me.

"Can't hold it back baby, I going to cum again. Oh fuck girl, here it
comes. Daddy's little girl is so fucking hot! Mmmm yes, yes, fuck yes!" He
stiffened again and shot another load full force into me, fell forward and
his weight pushed me down flat against the carpet as I convulsed into
another organism. The makings of our baby deposited successfully in my
womb. I felt like his bride, his property, and his woman at that moment.

When we floated back down to earth, he rolled off me, helped me back up
onto the bed, pulled the covers up over us, cuddled up behind me and gave
me comfort as we dropped off to sleep.  I awoke about 6:00am the next
morning all horny again, mostly from inhaling his scent. He smelled
wonderful, as a man should. I just lay there and sniffed at him, trying not
to awaken him. I eventually forced myself to get up and clean up in the
bathroom again before going to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee.

About an hour later, Blake emerged in the nude. He was rubbing his eyes and
I jumped up, poured him a cup of hot coffee and handed it to him. "Cream or
sugar?" He motioned no, and pulled up a chair at the table and joined me. I
had been reading the early morning San Francisco Chronicle, sat it aside
and put my hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze.  "Everything OK Blake?"

"Oh, sorry baby, just thinking,... just thinking how nice it would be to be
your man, have you to come home to every night after work, especially to a
place like this. Just dreaming girl, that's all! Let's go somewhere and get
something to eat, I'm hungry after all that good sex you treated me to last
night. Gave me a real workout girl; you always that hot?"

"Sure I am, regular hot pants for the right man! Hey, I love to cook. What
you want for breakfast - steak, bacon, sausage and eggs, hash browns, a
sweet roll, eggs benedict, a waffle, pancakes, biscuits and gravy, name it
big guy! Let me show you my culinary talents too. Just kidding about the
sweet rolls, I'd have to leave the house for them, but anything else I can
do right here with what I have in house."

"Steak, eggs and hash browns, maybe some toast and jelly too sure do sound
good Danny.  You do that for me baby?"

"Sure can and certainly will Blake, coming up! You just make yourself
comfortable, TV clicker is on the table there, or you can read the
paper. If you go in the second bedroom, you could work out on my exercise
equipment, or go out on the terrace and jump in the Jacuzzi for
awhile. I'll call you when breakfast is ready!" He relaxed in the sofa and
watched TV for awhile, then meandered down the hall, was gone for a few
minutes, then returned and stood at my side in the kitchen watching me make
our breakfast. He leaned into me, put his nose to my hair, his hand over my
ass and gave it a squeeze.

"You sure do smell good baby, maybe I should just eat you for breakfast
like I did last night.  Mmmm so good!"

"Now get your sexy body off me and out of my kitchen if you expect to get
breakfast! See what your doing to me!" I pulled away, waved the spatula at
him. He grabbed me again, kissed me, and then he turned and returned to the
living room watching the TV.

"Breakfast is served almighty warrior!"