Date: Sun, 7 May 2017 19:22:12 -0400
From: Mac Rountree <mcjameson.rountree@gmail.com>
Subject: Mac and ET - Chapter 1

Mac and ET - Chapter 1

I was heading south.

The moon illuminated a pathway down the highway for me to find my way back
to the beach.  It was late at night as I drove home from a major sales
presentation for a new real estate development we were pitching to
prospective out of town buyers and investors.  I had used my usual
introduction all night: "Hi, my name is Mac Rountree, I am pleased to be
here tonight and to meet ya'll."  Actually my name is McJameson Thomas
Rountree but everyone calls me Mac for short and I am one of the principles
in the firm of Rountree and McJameson.  My daddy, Big Rob, was the founder
and my mother was the silent partner who brought in the McJameson family
money to underwrite our development schemes.

I was the only son of an only son so a lot of the work fell to me as my
parents were getting older.  I didn't mind because I loved them and I loved
the business.  Their major concern was that I was 32, gay, and not likely
to produce an heir for their long nurtured business.  Yep, I was queer as a
three-dollar bill.  My mother found out about me being gay while I was in
college.  She was not a happy woman and cut off my money when I refused to
attend a reparative therapy program.  As soon as daddy found out what my
mother had done he made sure my college tuition was paid, there was gas for
my Jeep and rent money for my apartment.  As he said, "You know how your
mama is.  Let time take care of this."  God knows what hell he dealt with
when he told her what he had done for his son.  She wanted grandchildren
and would take whatever steps she thought necessary to see me walk a woman
down the aisle and sire another generation of Rountrees.

Mother was a snoop hound and instinctively knew when I had a man in my bed.
She was relentless in running men off and making my life miserable until
one night I was in an automobile accident and my boyfriend was killed.  We
were at Wrightsville Beach and a deer ran into the car.  I was thrown from
the Wrangler and ended up in a sand dune.  The local rescue squad took me
to New Hanover hospital.  The hospital staff called my parents and my
father insisted that I be flown to Duke Medical Center.  A few broken bones
and a brain concussion convinced my dad that only the best care in the
state would suffice for his only child.  The hospital staff were offended
that my daddy didn't trust the care I was receiving but my daddy won out
and my parents were waiting when the helicopter put down at Duke and they
removed me from the whirly bird.

The Jeep was totaled and Johnnie died.  I was still at Duke recovering when
his family held the funeral.  I wouldn't have been invited to the North
Carolina Pentecostal Church funeral anyway but that didn't lessen my grief
and sense of abandonment.  I did have a clear memory of his daddy and the
preacher coming to my hospital room to tell me if I even thought about
coming to the funeral they would kick my faggot ass into the grave under
the coffin and bury me alive.  My parents went to the funeral home to pay
respects and they were told to leave because their queer son killed their
son.  I think at that point my mother realized how she and her church had
contributed to the grief I was experiencing.

I grieved to such an extent that even my mother realized that she had to
help or I would soon join Johnnie in a grave.  My parents moved me into
their home during my recovery, fed me, took care of me but more importantly
gave me increasingly more responsibility at work.  Eventually, I wanted to
live on my own again and bought a house on the beach.  Nags Head.  Of
course, having spent all of my summers at the beach growing up I knew
everything north of Oregon Inlet as Nags Head.  Now the Chamber of Commerce
used the generic term Outer Banks but to me it would always be Nags Head.

Fast forward to this evening when we were in Richmond, Virginia making our
initial presentation of the plan for a new development.  I knew Richmond.
My mother was reared on the Southside of the James River which meant she
was viewed as a step above white trash.  Her parents had lots of money but
it didn't matter because she didn't grow up in the West End around Three
Chopts Road and the Country Club of Virginia. She went to St.  Margaret's
Episcopal Girl's School but that didn't matter.  She married my daddy who
grew up in the tobacco country of North Carolina and it didn't matter that
his family had owned the same plantation since the early 1700s.  They
weren't of Richmond proper so they had no standing in Richmond society.  I
was thankful I had not grown up in Richmond but in North Raleigh, actually
Youngsville, where those things didn't matter. Well, not as much.  My daddy
was a bit of a big shot in a small community and that had suited me just
fine.  I was a prince in this small town.

For this sales gathering we had hired an advertising/public relations firm
at the beach to help us with the marketing concept, materials and
presentations.  The partners and staff from the agency had joined us in
Richmond for the evening to evaluate the roll out of this concept.  We
hosted a nice dinner in an upscale restaurant with lots of schmoozing and
boozing followed by our sales presentation.  I was in charge of the menu
and made sure there were lots of Virginia food favorites.  Crittenden
oysters, Edward's Ham with Sally Bell biscuits, and fresh produce
beautifully presented on cruditＴ.  It was a shame that Hanover
tomatoes and Rocky Hock cantaloupes weren't in season or they would have
been on the menu also.  The chef at the restaurant in Shockoe Bottom
demanded high quality local sourced food that was beautifully presented.
My one demand was the best single malt Scotch available in the state.  I
have been a Scotch drinker since I was 15 and didn't think I would ever
change.

My primary job that evening, besides hosting the event, was to present the
economic facts to the prospective investors and convince them that this was
a sure-fire way for them to get a good return on their money.  The audience
members were the future rain makers for the law firms and investors for the
finance houses downtown.  They were the civic leaders as their daddies and
granddaddies had been.  Some would pursue a political life and others would
sit on the judiciary the same as their forbearers.  They were dressed in
either khakis or madras slacks, the ubiquitous navy blue blazer, Docksiders
or Weejuns, sans socks, and if they wore a tie it was either madras or a
florescent bow tie.  The wives were in cocktail dresses with pearls and
discreet gold jewelry.  They wore the same outfits to the country club and
to the Diamond to watch the Richmond baseball team.  I was in my standard
outfit of linen trousers, blue button down shirt and navy blazer.  Tonight,
I had decided to dress up and wore Weejuns instead of Espadrilles.  But
without socks.  I never wore socks unless there was snow on the ground.

We had several verbal commitments that night that would be followed up by
my top-notch team of closers.  It had been a terrific night and I was
jubilant as I was driving back to the beach.  In the passenger seat of my
Jeep was Timothy, or ET as I had named him, who was a new employee of the
advertising firm.  His name wasn't really ET but when he crooked his
slender finger as he pointed at a map of the development he reminded me of
that alien creature.  Plus, he had a sort of pop-eyed look because of the
glasses he was wearing.  Thick lens and ugly frames made the overall
proportions of his face look like something beyond the earth's bounds.  You
could tell with one look that he had not grown up in Richmond but that
didn't bother me at all because he was so doggone good at building the
model houses we used during our presentation.

In the middle of each table was a model of the houses.  I was explaining,
"the upfront costs are offset through green design features that will lead
to significantly lower operating costs."  At that point, ET leaned in
toward the center of the table to remove the roof from the model, "As
Mr. Rountree just pointed out, the green features of the houses are
integrated into the design features so that while the homes have lots of
windows so that you can see the ocean, you still have a R value that will
make you smile when the bills arrive from North Carolina Power."  When
leaning in he had put his hand on my forearm and I thought it was to
balance his frail body from falling over but realized there was muscle and
a strong grip holding me.  As he lowered himself back to the chair he
turned to me and smiled while he slowly slid his hand up my arm and
squeezed my bicep.  After the staff from each table finished their
presentations, I stood and made some closing remarks.  ET looked up at me
with an unwavering gaze.  It was unnerving as if I was Ronald and he was
Nancy.  Surely, there was a more likeable couple for a gay man to think of
but that image immediately came to mind.

ET needed a ride back to the beach as his boss, Randolph, was heading north
to DC for a few days.  I was being a good Samaritan and offered to take him
back; besides it was a long lonely drive on dark country roads and the
company would be nice.  ET was very fresh in the field having just finished
college; I think this was his first job.  We made a great team talking
about the project at the dinner.  He looked like a bohemian art student of
sorts and was able to talk about the aesthetics of the project.  He was
very earnest in his delivery which had a certain charm.  I could see people
indulging him because of his youth and his enthusiasm.  The good food and
liquor didn't hurt either.

ET was slender, almost frail looking under clothes that were purchased for
their economy of style and assumed durability.  I thought they must have
been bought at a Sear's close out sale.  They were too big for his 5'6"
height; it was if they had been bought by his mama thinking he would have a
growth spurt at age 22 and that he would need these larger clothes.  While
he had long spindly fingers, his hands were nicely shaped, his jaw was
strong and he had high cheekbones with a proud Roman nose.  His shock of
brown hair offset his green eyes behind those Coke bottle glasses.  I
couldn't tell more than that because of his shapeless clothes.  He was cute
in that sensitive sort of way.  But he was no longer a student and was
working on this high stakes project.

We were heading south and that brought a smile to my face.  I was stoked
and decided that some wailing country music fit my mood so vintage Patsy
Cline found its way into the CD player and I cranked up the sound.  I was
happy and singing along to the music.  I tore up "Walking after Midnight"
and crooned "Crazy" to ET while laughing like a fool.  I was feeling like
the project was going to be a huge success.  During the break between cuts
ET said, "Gosh, you have such a nice voice."  I laughed and told him that I
did right good for a queer boy from North Carolina.  He looked shocked but
didn't say another word as we left the interstate and headed onto the
secondary road.  I changed the music and put on some mellow tunes as I
looked out the window.  "Look at that full moon.  La Bella Luna. That is
the Full Flower moon for May.  Did you know the full moon for each month
has a different name?" I recited the names of the full moons for each
month.  It was magical to be driving through the dark country side and
having the light from the moon leading the way.

I was tapping my fingers on the steering wheel and looked over at ET and
asked, "How are you doing buddy?  You did a great job for us tonight and I
am proud of you."

He smiled and said he was scared as all get out but felt more comfortable
because I was there to help him.  I told him my job was to help him and
help us both so I could make enough money so he would get paid this week.
I laughed when I said it but could tell that scared him thinking he might
not get a pay check.  I sought to calm him.  "We're going to be ok, we have
the necessary financial backing and we caught some fish tonight.  Some big
fish.  This project is going to be a great success."

I looked over and he smiled.  "There's a filling station up here.  Do you
need to pee or do you need anything?"

"No thanks, I don't need to urinate."  We went past the filling station
before he spoke again.  "There is something that I have needed tonight but
haven't gotten," he said.

"What's that, buddy?"

He turned in the bucket seat to face me and said, "I need to kiss you.  I
just feel this need to kiss you."

I was stunned but quickly recovered and said, "Well then I guess you should
just kiss me but don't make me wreck my Jeep."  He unbuckled his seat belt,
used the console as a leverage to push himself up and then kissed me on the
mouth.  Just that quick it was over.

My hand was on the gear shift and he took his hand and wrapped his fingers
in mine.  He then leaned back, took a big sigh, and then just looked at me.

My heart was racing and my fingers were shaking.  I knew he could feel my
hand shaking because he squeezed hard and said, "Nice kiss, big guy."

"You know, I would love to sit in your lap while you are driving but I am
probably too big."  I produced a deep chuckle and told him he was probably
right.  This had clearly thrown me off my game.  I decided to take a
lateral approach.  "Look at that moon.  Do you want to ride down to the
ocean when we get to the beach?"

He agreed and when we crossed the bridge at Point Harbor I headed straight
to the Kitty Hawk fishing pier so we could get out and walk the beach.  I
pulled into the empty parking lot and told him he should probably take off
his shoes and socks.  I did the same.

We walked along the beach holding hands.  We were quiet as thieves just
watching the moon reflected on the ocean. The soft ripples of the ocean
created cascades of reflective light.  "This is magical," he murmured and I
pulled him to me and kissed him hard.  He responded with a deep moaning
sound that affirmed he liked what I was doing.  He pulled his head back
from mine and said, "the second kiss tonight.  You are the best kisser."  I
was still holding him around the waist as he leaned back and looked up at
me.

"Do you want to come to my place?" I asked.

The moon light was reflecting off of his glasses and shadowed his eyes.
"You know this would probably get me fired if my boss found out."  The
water was lapping around our ankles and I kissed him again.  A moan caught
in his throat and he put his arms around my neck and dug into my mouth with
his tongue.  "Oh God, you make me weak.  Yes, please take me home with you.
He can fire me, I don't care."

"We won't tell."

We walked back to the Jeep and headed down the beach road to my house.  I
didn't live alone but with my best buddy, Trace, who was a pussy hound of
the highest order.  Trace and I met while in college and when I bought the
house I invited him to live with me because I couldn't stand either the
silence in the house or the noise in my head.  He was a jokester and kept
things fun; he also named my shit behaviors and was my conscious.  I guess
that comes from all of those clinical psychology courses he had taken in
college.

Trace's bedroom door was closed but I could hear the familiar rutting
sound.  I grinned at ET and said, "We won't be the only ones fucking
tonight."  He grabbed my hand like he was heading into the breach and moved
close to my body.  We went into the bedroom and I closed the door.

"This is beautiful.  It doesn't look anything like the beach."

"Actually it is very beach.  The furniture came from my grandparents.  I
inherited all of this from meemaw and pawpaw's house in Georgetown, South
Carolina.  Meemaw told me the furniture was made in the West Indies about
1750 and brought by ship to Charleston and then by cart to the family
plantation.  Everything is mahogany but of an island style; not what you
would find in Philadelphia.  The style is simpler than what would have been
made here in the colonies.  I had to promise to always use it."

I opened the wooden blinds and moon light filtered into the room.

The room was made for nighttime.  The walls were a bruised plum color with
crisp white paint on the heavy cornice moulding.  The lighting was from
brass lamps on the bedside tables and on the pie crust table beside the
wing chair; the bedspread and dust ruffle were chocolate with chartreuse
and ivory trim.  The paintings were reproductions of Henry Scott Tuke's
Cornwall boys at the seashore and were lit by directional spots in the
ceiling.  It was a room that came alive when the sun went down and it felt
very alive as I turned to ET and kissed him.  He pressed his body close to
mine and wrapped his arms around my neck.  He was shaking.

"Are you ok," I asked?  He nodded his head.

I took his glasses off and put them on the night table.  All of a sudden
the alien features melted away and he became a very handsome fellow.  His
eyes were dreamy looking and his facial features pulled together in a
coherent whole.  He was still shaking so I suggested we get undressed and
get into bed.  He just stared at me.

I took off my shirt and he took off his shirt.  He stood there with the
shirt in his hand and didn't know where to put it.  I went into the closet
and got him a hanger.  What a nice chest on this fellow I thought.  Smooth
and tight with hairy pits.  His nipples were small and taut.  I then
decided to kick off my shoes and he sat on the chair in the bedroom and
meticulously untied his brogans, removed them and his socks which he then
folded and put into the shoes and placed them beside the chair.  He
wouldn't look me in the eye but was mimicking my every move.

Next I undid my woven leather belt, released the button on the waistband
and let my linen trousers fall to the floor.  I looked at him.  He looked
down then gulped and undid his belt.  He turned his back to me to take off
his trousers.  I popped a boner looking at his bubble butt in his white
Fruit of the Looms.  He neatly folded his trousers and put them on a
hanger.  His legs were covered in dark hair.  I bent over, showing him my
rounded ass and picked up my trousers, folded them and put them across the
back of the wing chair.  I reached down and scratched my balls.  He looked
like he was ready to bolt any second so I whispered, "Let's get in bed."
He seemed relieved that I still had on my Calvin's.  We climbed into the
Rice Bed and he slid under the covers with his back to me and said good
night.  I was on my side of the bed facing his back thinking that he was a
prick teaser because he was about to fall off the mattress he was so close
to the edge.

I felt his body move closer to me.  He stopped, and then again he moved
closer.  He stopped.  At that point I crossed the divide, put my arm across
his waist and pulled his back into my chest.  He gave a great sigh and
snuggled in close.  A cuddle bunny, I brought home a cuddly bunny was all I
could think.  I felt his hand on mine and then he was moving my hand down
to his cock.  I slid my hand down his treasure trail and into his
underwear.  He flipped on the bed, threw his body against mine and started
kissing me.  My hand was still in his underwear and I was stroking his
cock.

Like a flash he moved away and was on his hands and knees pulling down my
briefs.  His mouth was on my cock.  I am not super hung but a decent 7"
thick that seems to satisfy me and my bed partners.  "Owww, watch your
teeth, this is cock not steak."  He tried again and this time was a little
more careful.  He was moaning and sucking and then licking my cock head and
then trying to get it all in his mouth again.

"Hold on buddy, let me show you how to do this."  I grabbed him by the
waist, stripped down his briefs and noted his furry crotch and ass.  My
cock jumped with anticipation.  I took his cock in my mouth; it was a nice
cock for a small fellow but nothing that would make me choke.  I then
explained the art of cock sucking.  I made him practice the different
techniques I tried on him.  He was moaning and leaking lots of pre-cum.  I
thought if his cum tasted as good I would be a most happy fellow.  I got up
and stood by the side of the bed and made him lie back with his head
hanging off the side.  I stepped up and slid my cock head in my mouth.

"Yeah buddy, lick the head.  Just suck on the head.  That's it, now slide
more into your mouth."  I leaned in and my cock slid down his throat.  I
held it there until he pressed on my thighs.  I eased out and then slid in
again.  "Use your throat muscles to make me cum," and I could feel him
working my cock.  His cock was hard and lying across his tight muscled
abdomen.  I leaned over and started sucking him.  I then took my hand and
helped one of his balls slide into my mouth also.  He was squirming,
beating on my thighs and sucking my cock like a pro.  His cock slipped from
my mouth and I used my tongue to lick his balls, I washed them and left
lots of spittle on them.  I reached under his thighs and lifted his legs
from the bed.  His legs were practically sticking straight up as I held
him, separated his ass cheeks and started licking his crack.  The boy let
my cock fall from his mouth and he kept saying, "oh my God, oh my God, oh
my God."  His ass was getting very slick from all of my spit.  I then
pushed a finger into his hole and he would have collapsed in a heap if I
had not been holding him.  I worked a second finger in and used my tongue
to get into his hairy crevice.  There was so much hair I had to part it to
get my tongue into his hole.  It tasted wonderful as I started tongue
fucking his boy cunt.  He was beating on my thighs while moaning and
gurgling.  I was glad that I had continued to play sports after college so
that I was in good shape and my legs could withstand the pummeling they
were getting.

I eased his body down to the bed never letting go of his legs.  I flipped
him on top of me and I spread his legs so I had complete access to his ass.
I ate like a famished man.  He was screaming in ecstasy by the time I
turned him around and asked him to sit on my cock.  I was lying in the
middle of the bed and told him that I needed to fuck him and wanted him to
control it.  He put lubrication on his ass and coated my cock.  "Take your
time and push out until the head goes in and then slowly lower yourself.
Take your time."  He held my hand as he lowered himself on my cock. "I
can't, it's too big."

"Take it easy, sweet buddy, you can do this.  Your ass feels so good," I
said as the head of my cock popped through the ring.  I was in heaven
feeling his tight ass cling to my cock - I could feel the walls of his ass
embracing my pole.

"Easy now, take a breath and slide down a little more."  He held his breath
and sat all the way down.  "Oh my God it's ripping me apart.  I can't, it's
too big." I then felt his furry ass cheeks against my thighs.  His cock was
hard as could be and when I reached down to touch it he shot a huge load on
my hand and then on my stomach.

"Oh, baby, you are so fucking hot tonight aren't you." I didn't know if he
liked the verbal commentary but I couldn't help myself as I told him how to
fuck himself on my rod. He was tentative at first as he lifted himself off
my cock until the head popped out.  He very quickly put it back in and I
could see the pain cross his face.  He gave a short gasp and said, "It's
ok, I know I can do this, I want to do this."  Again, his body went slack
and his hot ass was rubbing against my thighs.  "You don't have to be so
forceful to start off with, take it easy."  He sighed and said he didn't
want to be timid but wanted to show me he could take my cock like a man.  I
sat up and kissed him while I took his legs and wrapped them around my
waist.  I then pushed him on his back and took control of the ride.  I slid
in and out of his ass while kissing his mouth.  He was gasping for breath,
"Fuck me, no, no, wait, ok, now fuck me, fuck me, wait, I am coming again."
I knew this rookie was too wound up for his own good so I told him I needed
to shoot my load and asked him where he wanted it.  "Put those babies in my
ass," he said, "I want your babies."  I gave him several huge shots of baby
juice.  He was limp.  I flipped him over so that I was on my back with him
on top.  He lay there like a limp dish rag with my cock still in his ass.
I put my arms across his back and kissed his shoulder. We were glued
together with cum and sweat.  He stirred and said he couldn't believe what
had just happened.

I immediately thought he had regrets for getting fucked tonight.  I had
seen that petit mort scene many times with newbies and straight guys.  He
sensed my tension, turned his head and kissed me on the mouth.  "That was
wonderful," he said, "Thank you for being such a good lover."  Lover?  OMG.
"I have wanted to make love with a man and this was my first."

This was getting too emotional for me and I suggested we take a shower.  He
said, "I think your cock is permanently up my ass, I don't know that I have
the strength to move."  I chuckled and said, "Fine, I have to piss so get
ready for an ass full of pee."  He quickly jumped up and looked at me.

"That is not funny, "he said.

I clutched his hand and led him into the shower.  I had this shower
especially built so that three or four people could use it at a time.
There were multiple shower heads and a couple of rain caps in the ceiling.
I turned on the water and started pissing in the floor drain.  He just
glared at me and I grabbed my cock and started pissing on his leg.  He
jumped back and asked, "what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just like to piss in the shower.  Don't you have to piss?"

"No, I urinate in the toilet like normal people."

I laughed and said, "I use the toilet only if the back yard is full of
people, the sink is full of dishes, the Coke bottle is already full, or the
maid is here cleaning the house.  Don't be so uptight. It is just recycled
water. "

He gave me an inquisitive look as he sized me up, then deliberately pulled
in close and started pissing down my leg.  I grabbed his ass and pulled him
even closer into me.  I kissed him hard and told him he was a good student.

We washed each other and I took particular care of his ass to make sure it
was clean.  I grabbed clean towels for us to dry off.  I got some lotion
and squirted in on my fingers and then slid them up his ass.  "Of fuck,
stop, that hurts."  I told him it would make him feel better in the morning
so he bent over at his waist, grabbed his ankles and told me to go for it.
I crunched down on my haunches, got the bottle of lotion and squirted his
ass full then leaned in and kissed his ass cheeks.  I stood, slapped his
ass and told him we needed some sleep.  I went back to the bedroom and
started making sense of the tangle of bed clothes.  He came in and helped
me get the sheets, pillows and cover back in place.  I crawled in and he
slid in so I could spoon him.  My arm was across his chest and then slid
down to play with his hairy navel.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome," I said, "it is important to teach boys about where to
piss."

"Not about the piss. About...."

"I know.... you are beautiful.  Thank you for giving yourself to me
tonight."

I pulled him in close and kissed his shoulder blade.  I noted a row of
freckles around his shoulder and thought about kissing each one.  He
sighed, and in a choked voice said I was welcome and then I fell into a
deep sleep.

I awoke.  The bed covers were pushed to the foot of the bed, and my cock
was being ravaged by a hot hungry mouth.  I reached down and ruffled his
hair and told him that he was about to make me cum. He used guttural sounds
to let me know he wanted my sperm.  I shot my load in his hungry mouth and
he choked.  He coughed and coughed and I could see my cum running out of
his nose.  It gave a new meaning to nose snot.

I pulled him beside me and used the pillow slip to wipe the snot and cum
from his face.  "You ok?  I didn't mean to drown you with cum."

He looked at me and said that he had awoken and wanted to explore my body.
"I wanted you so badly tonight that I hadn't taken the time to really look
at your body.  I love the sprinkling of hair across your chest - not too
much so you can see the definition.  Where did you get such big balls - the
sack is huge?  I put my foot against yours - my feet are tiny compared to
yours.  What size shoe do you wear?  How did you get that scar on your hip
- it looks like it was from a horrible accident or something.  ET was full
of questions, caught his breath and then just looked at me.  I was
formulating an answer when he asked, "Did you know that you snore?"

"Nope, never.  I know that I do not snore."

"You snore, I heard it."

"It must have been someone else in my bed."

He gave me a queer look trying to figure out what I was talking about.  I
was discerning why I had immediately disclaimed the notion of my snoring.
I knew I snored.  Was it because Trace always complained about the "snoring
beast" in the room when I would fall asleep while watching television or
was it because I wanted to be perfect for this young swain?  I didn't like
being confronted with my frailties.

I waited a couple of second and said, "I'm sorry that my snoring woke you."

"It didn't, but when I was playing with your balls you starting grunting
and then you started snoring."

"OK, enough about my snoring, kiss me good night and let's get some shut
eye."

"Not yet, I am still horny."

He scooted his body beside my torso and started jerking his cock.  After a
few strokes, ropes of hot cum were flying across my chest.  My nipples were
covered with his hot boy juice.  He sat back on his heels with his cock in
his hand.  Cum was dripping from his fingers.  His face had the look of
ecstasy like St. Sebastian is some of those Renaissance paintings.

"Eat it.  Lick it up," I said.

"I don't know about that."

"Eat it.  You shot cum over all my chest, now you clean it up."

He could tell from my voice that I meant for him to do it.  He leaned over
and started licking my left nipple.  I started moaning.  He had hit my most
vulnerable spot.  He then started nibbling on my nip and I arched my back
and told him to fucking work my tits. He worked my chest rotating between
both nipples and then in the crevice between my pecs.  When he finished I
asked if he had enjoyed eating his cum.

"Actually, it tasted a little bitter.  That is why I don't like to eat my
own cum but yours is so sweet."

"Grapefruit," I said, "drink grapefruit juice and you will have sweet
tasting cum."

"OK," he said then leaned over, gave me a kiss sharing residual cum with
me.  He needed to eat grapefruit for sure.  He put his arm across my chest,
rested his head on my shoulder and told me that I made the best pillow in
the world.  Then he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

I lay awake.  What was this young puppy doing to me?  There was no guile,
no pretense, no false modesty, just a simple fellow who had decided to give
himself to me for the evening.  This was highly unusual.  I didn't get much
sleep the rest of the night as I processed what was happening to me.

I was startled awake when Trace opened the bedroom door and announced that
he was bringing in coffee, croissants, and juice.  ET slid under the
covers.  I had forced Trace to read the Maupin "Tales of the City" series
and he was being Mona for me today.

Trace said he wasn't leaving until he saw who had kept the house awake all
night with moans, groans and screams.  I chuckled and knew that ET would
never come out from under the covers without some assistance.  I reached
down, put my hands under his arm pits and pulled him up on my chest.  Trace
stuck his hand out and said, "pleased to meet you, I am Eustace, but call
me Trace."  ET stuck his hand out to shake when I interrupted by saying,
"Hmm, considering where that hand has been and what it has been doing, I
don't think the Health Department would consider that hygienic."  I burst
out laughing and could see that both Trace and ET had quickly pulled their
hands back and just nodded at each other.

We ate the croissants and I poured ET a big glass of grapefruit juice.  He
gave me a grateful smile when I told him to empty the glass.  Trace laughed
and said, "you want him to have sweet cum don't you.  Mac told me about
grapefruit juice and all of my girlfriends since then have sent him thank
you cards."

ET drank coffee from my cup.  He smiled and said there was no need to dirty
dishes that might get stacked in the sink.  Trace burst out laughing and
said he had filled the dishwasher with dirty dishes that morning so he
would have someplace to piss.  ET realized he was in the house of two very
perverted people and gave me a lopsided grin.  I couldn't help but smile
back.

I glanced over and Trace was giving me a knowing look.  I immediately
turned bright red and realized that Trace knew more about me at that moment
than I wanted to acknowledge.

Trace asked what we were going to do for the day and I told him I didn't
know because we hadn't talked about it. ET told us he had to leave because
it was his grandmother' birthday and there was a special service to be held
for her.

"What kind of service?" I asked.

"We do church services for special people in the congregation."

"So your grandmother is special, is she?"

"Well my daddy is the preacher at the Baptist church in Bear Swamp so she
is like the grandmother to the whole congregation."

 If I hadn't already been lying down I would have fallen over - I had
fucked a preacher's kid.

Trace just looked at me trying to decide whether to laugh or offer
sympathy.  He simply got up, picked up the tray and said, "I think you boys
need some private time."

He closed the door and I just stared at ET.