Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 04:07:33 +0200
From: StJoan Derp <stjoan9999@gmail.com>
Subject: The Reese Chronicles Chapter 3

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This is "The Reese Chronicles"
by Nick Pecman


CHAPTER 3

William Reese was sitting in his office, at work, late in the
evening. Everyone had already gone home, except for him and the janitor. He
decided to stay and work through the night, not because he had to finish
anything, but because his hectic schedule didn't leave him any time during
the day to think about what had occured the night before. When he got so
drunk, probably more than his usual drunken nights, that he completely gave
into his urges.  Urges that had been building up inside him for way too
long.

You see it wasn't easy for William. Once he had been youthful too and he
took the best care of his body. Working out whenever he got the chance,
building up all of his muscles, getting bigger and bigger by the month. He
dreamt of being a bodybuilder, a model, hell even a pornstar. Anything that
could really showcase his magnificent physique that he work so hard for.

But things were not so simple. Being young and having an exceptionally hot
body, meant young Will being horny all the time. And having lines of people
drooling at his presence, he'd fuck every single one available. Back at his
day, teasing and providing visual feasts wasn't in the way it is nowadays,
so he'd put out every time to satisfy his needs.

So when he was Jacob's age, it didn't come as a surprise that he got that
one girl pregnant. The girl he then ended up marrying and living with,
until he got her pregnant again. The girl, being a slut as well, couldn't
take the married life and motherhood for much, so as soon as Cole was born,
she abandoned Will and the two babies. Thus making things for William
Reese, as hard as they'd get. He soon had to realize that he had to give up
on his dreams and dedicate his life to working hard to make money for his
family. His body soon started fading away and so did his happiness.

It was only natural that once his sons came of age, he immediately taught
them about the pleasure of working out and building a jaw-dropping
body. Jacob being the first born and the one William admired the most,
quickly got to love dedicating his life to his body and as the years went
by he turned out to be more muscular and beautiful than William ever was or
could have imagine of becoming. Thus William's emotions began to change,
from fatherly to just plain manly. A man who was finally getting a chance
to relive his lost dreams through his son. So it wasn't long before he
started picturing his son doing all the things he couldn't and then
materializing those thoughts. But the more of his fantasies materialized,
the more he craved. And this ended up in viewing Jacob as the most sexual
being he could ever imagine or hope for.

But he still was his father. He couldn't just throw that away. So he became
a very conflicted man that could only find peace by increasing the amount
of alcohol that already was a big part of his life. He got more and more
drunk as years passed. So drunk that finally he managed to set himself free
from his fatherly insticts.

And that's what had happened the night before. But not with Jacob as he
would have wished...

It was Cole Reese that had approached him that drunken night and being
drunk himself, was an easy target of William's supressed lust. William had
easily convinced him to play with his huge rock hard cock, and then it was
only just a matter of time till it made its way into Cole's youthful
mouth. William vividly remembered forcing his son's head with both hands
onto his dick.  But what hadn't occured to him till now, that he was sober,
was that Cole didn't have much difficutly in taking the massive cock all
the way down his throat. His son was way beyond experienced as it turned
out. Otherwise, he'd never have been able to do that. William started
having deeper thoughts. Cole was gay after all. He surely had suspected
before, but Cole was never his first priority anyway so he just didn't
really pay attention to all the signs and the overall behaviour of his.

William decided to quit the office and head home to start observing his
sons more thoroughly. Now that his mind was clearer than before, he'd
surely notice things that had been going on. Also now that he had crossed
the line with Cole it'd be way easier to do that with Jacob. It probably
wouldn't need as much alcohol either. So he just picked up his stuff and
left with his mind determined.


Meanwhile though, Jacob was once again at work, being a Friday night. The
club at this time and day was filled as fuck and the staff were busier than
ever. However, Jacob's job wasn't the one William had been believing it
was.  He wasn't waiting tables. Instead he was backstage as usual, getting
ready. Ready for his act. He was a gogo boy.  Backstage he along with the
rest of the boys were putting on their clothing and glitter, shading their
skin to accentuate their muscles and rips, and pumping up some last iron.

Jacob was once again though the ultimate superstar amongst the gogo
boys. And of course it was because of his pecs that the audience and the
co-workers were completely overwhelmed by his presence. His attitude topped
it off perfectly as well. He was like a beacon of lust. A sex symbol.  The
other gogo boys were all jealous of him, but most were just open about it
and admired him at every chance they got.

But despite all this, another factor that helped Jacob be the star and have
it all easy to him, was the fact that the owner of the club was his
uncle. William's older brother, Robert Reese.

Robert Reese was one of the richest men in the area. He owned dozens of
clubs, bars, cabarets and even whorehouses.  He was the ultimate man of the
night. Lately he had been expanding his business into the world of porn,
knowing that the internet was a massive goldmine he had to use.

Robert was also the one who had the idea of Jacob becoming a gogo boy. At
first, Jacob went there looking for a job as a waiter, just like he had
told his father, in which he was fairly experienced. But Robert seeing how
his nephew was dedicated to his body, thought that he should really exploit
that. He knew that William would not be approving this, so he and Jacob
decided to share a little secret. Soon however, Cole found out as well, due
to visiting the club soon. And then more and more people started finding
out, so basically now it was only William who had no clue.

Jacob would be dancing every week, going up and down a pole, taking off
clothes, accepting dollar bills from horny crowds, pouring expensive drinks
all over his body and getting groped by hungry hands, and William had
absolutely no idea.

In the gogo boys' dressing room, things were steamy as usual. Two of the
guys were making out on a couch, while two other guys were beside Jacob and
were oiling him up, mostly using it as an excuse to feel him up. Jacob was
staring at the mirror, observing the action, enjoying himself. The guys
were really into it as well, making sure to rub each of his muscles more
than twice. The one on his left went on to pour some extra oil onto his
massive pecs and then rubbed it in again, soon to be joined by the guy on
the right. Jacob bit his lip trying not to moan, as the guys started
cupping his tits harder and harder.

Then the left guy proceeded into leaning in towards the left pec and got
his tongue out to play with the large nipple. He started slombering all
over the areola, making Jacob toss his head back and moan softly. The other
guy then hungrily took Jacob's right nipple into his mouth and started
sucking hard. Jacob moaned louder.

"Ugh... guys... not now, I'm about to go on stage..." Jacob complained
through his moans.

The guys were unstoppable though and barely listened to him. They continued
suckling like hungry babies.

"Ummhh.. guys, no..." Jacob muttered.

"That's enough boys!" a strong male voice entered the room.

The two hungry gogo boys let go of Jacob's pecs and stood aside to look
towards the entrance.

Robert Reese was standing at the door. The boys exhaled in annoyance and
returned to putting on their own gear. Rob approached his nephew who kept
on standing still, and stood behind him.

"Not having too much fun before the show I hope. You have quite a crowd to
please" Robert said strictly.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, uncle. I always keep the best for the stage"
Jacob joked.

Robert smirked and moved closer behind him. He placed his hands on Jacob's
waist and slowly started making his way to his chest from below his
arms. He cupped his pectits from under and lifted them up, feeling their
weight and mass.

"You know your dad has been telling me that he wants to come over one of
these days" Robert said.

"No. Not yet. Please, uncle" Jacob said worryingly.

Rob started massaging his nephew's pecs.

"It's gotta happen at some point" Robert said.

"I know... I just want to tell him myself first. Please..."

"It's not the easiest thing coming up with excuses all the time you know"

Robert grabbed firmly on the massive muscles and squeezed hard, causing
Jacob to grunt.

"I know. I'm gonna tell him soon, I promise. Just gimme one more week"
Jacob pleaded.

Robert let go of his tight grip and then patted Jacob on his traps.

"Okay, young man. This is the last weekend I make an excuse" Robert said
strictly and then headed towards the door.

"Thanks, uncle" Jacob whispered.

"Oh and by the way... you're on in five"

Rob exited the room. Jacob exhaled anxiously.


In the Reese residence, Cole knew he'd be alone for the night, as Jacob
worked late and his father would be in the office like he had told him on
the phone. So without wasting any time he told one of his fuck buddies,
Kyle, to come over.  So it wasn't long before he was being fucked hard on
his bed, doggy style, moaning like the loudest whore. Kyle was fucking his
brains out, holding him firmly from his waist and thrusting hard on his
tight bubble butt. Cole was groaning so loud, that he barely heard his
dad's car entering their driveway. But he did.

"Oh, shit" he whispered.

Kyle didn't realize yet so he kept fucking him as hard.

"Stop!" Cole said.

Kyle smirked and kept on fucking him harder.

"No, seriously stop!" he said again lifting his torso up to look out his
window. His room was facing the front of the house so he saw his dad
exiting his car.

"Fuck! My dad's home" Cole whispered.

"What?" Kyle said in shock and disbelief, "I thought you said he'd be at
this office all night"

"Well that's what he told me an hour ago" Cole said in annoyance.

Kyle pulled out of Cole's ass and jumped off the bed. He picked up his
boxers from the floor and tried to find his pants. William could be heard
from downstairs unlocking the door.

"There's no time, just get in the closet" Cole whispered and pushed Kyle in
his big closet. Kyle grunted in protest but didn't really have a choice.

Then Cole quickly found his own briefs and even more quickly jumped under
his sheets.  About half a minute later, William entered Cole's room.

"Cole?" he whispered, as he saw Cole's back lying on the bed.

"Are you asleep?" he continued while approaching his bed. He stood above
him and slightly pushed him with his hand.

"Cole I can tell you're not sleeping" he said a bit louder.

Cole started moving on his bed, pretending to have been awakened.

"Dad? What is it?" he said mimicing a sleepy voice.

"Who are you trying to fool? You weren't sleeping" William said strictly.

"Well I was about to" Cole said.

William stared at him in the eyes interrogating him with his look.

"What?" Cole asked.

William kept on the same look for a few moments, but then he decided to go
along with his son's words. He sat by a chair next to his bed. Cole looked
at him.

"What? You're just gonna sit there now?" he said impatiently.

"Yeah, I wanna talk to you" William said, "about last night."

Cole lifted himself up and put his weight on his arm. He looked towards the
closet in a panic.

"Dad, not now" he said.

"I keep thinking about it" William said.

"Dad, I really wanna sleep now"

"I was so drunk. And so were you"

"Da-ad... stop it" Cole said while taking quick looks towards the closet.

Kyle was inside, listening carefully to everything, trying not to make a
noise and trying to calm his erection down.

"And if we weren't it'd probably wouldn't have happened" William continued.

"Yeah, probably. Let's stop now"

"Hear me out, Cole" William said strictly while bending forward towards his
son.

"It's not a good time, dad..."

"I've been so horny all day, just barely thinking about it"

At those words Cole knew it was too late. Kyle was in the closet and
couldn't believe his ears. But it must have been true. Those words couldn't
have meant many things.

"Dad..."

"I want it to happen again" William said with lust in his voice, "It was
the hottest thing that happened to me in decades" he continued, grabbing
his crotch tightly.

"Dad... we were drunk, we didn't know what we were doing. You forced me..."

William chuckled.

"You fucking hypocrite. As if you didn't enjoy it"

Cole chuckled back in awkwardness. William started unzipping his pants in a
hurry.

"You took my cock like a pro. And my dick is one of the biggest I've known
of. It surely wasn't your first"

He got up and quickly dropped his pants down. Cole was looking in shock. He
sat on his knees on his bed and moved a bit further away from his dad.

"Da-ad, no..." he said looking towards the closet, inside where, Kyle was
immobilized, his hard cock throbbing harder than ever in his underwear.

"I wanna fuck your mouth, Cole. God, I wanna keep fucking it forever"
William said taken over by lust.

He quickly removed his pants and briefs completely and with his massive
dick sticking out rock hard he grabbed Cole by his head again and pulled
him in. Cole grunted in protest, but didn't resist like the last time, he
let his father's cock part his lips rapidly and easily took it all the way
down his throat in one thrust.

"OOOHHH FUCK YEAH!" William moaned as he felt his son's chin on his
balls. "Oooh yeah... that's it. Put that mouth in good use" he continued as
he started moving his hips back and forth, while holding Cole's head firmly
in place.

Cole made some gagging, grunting noises to show some protest, but they soon
faded away as his own slutty lust took over and he stopped caring about
Kyle in the closet.  Kyle at the meantime was shooting his load
unwillingly, still in disbelief over the hottest thing he'd ever
experienced.

"Oh, you fucking cocksucker. Who knows how many cocks have fucked this
mouth before me? I bet you're a big slut. You must be if you took after
your mom. Yeah... deepthroat daddy's cock. Yeah! You like daddy fucking
your hot mouth.  I bet you do. Yeah, go all the way down" William was
saying as he kept on fucking Cole's head.

Then he pulled his cock out and held Cole's face up to look at him.

"You suck that cock that created you, Cole. There's no cock like it, is
there?"

"No, daddy. I've had so many cocks in my mouth, but there's none like
yours" Cole said while catching his breath.

"Oh fuck yes! No cock like daddy's!" William said, putting his dick back in
his son's mouth.

He kept on facefucking him, losing himself more and more in his lustful
self. And Cole like an obedient whore, kept on sucking hard on the cock,
craving to swallow the seed that he had once come from.


Meanwhile, Jacob was once again hitting the stage, doing what he did
best. Spinning around the pole, shaking his bubble butt to the beat,
cupping his tits, taking off all of his small clothing till there was
nothing left but his thong and boots. Then he moved to the lower part of
the stage to approach the crowd and have them offer him their money. Having
hands slap his ass, grope his muscles, try to pull down his thong people
bury their face between his pec cleavage or his asscheeks and generally be
sexually abused by the horny crowd. Then he'd go back on the main stage and
be joined by two other gogo boys who would take turns in pouring drinks on
Jacob's body and licking it off him. Jacob would have lost himself by this
point, and would cockily show his massive erection to the crowd at certain
points. Of course never letting them get enough.

This particular Friday, the audience was mostly men and since it was more
crowded than other times, the DJ and the MC started teasing more with their
music and comments, provoking the gogo boys to take it further.  The crowd
was going nuts over the idea and Jacob and the guys quickly figured it
out. So one of the boys got on his knees in no time and pulled Jacob's
thong down, having his dick slap him in the face. He then started sucking
it hungrily, while the other dancer was behind Jacob, holding his large
chest with one arm and pouring liquid from the bottle with the other. Jacob
was lost in lust and moaning loudly, but his voice was covered by the loud
music. It was only his facial expressions that gave away to the audience
how much he was enjoying it.

Having taken the thing much further than usual, it didn't come as a
surprise to the club's staff when one of their richest customers requested
Jacob for a private show. At first the MC didn't think it was a good idea
to interrupt the show, but the customer offered a ridiculously high amount
of money so there was no question.  The MC wrapped up the show as smoothly
as he could, by telling the audience that Jacob's orgasm was a very special
treat to be shown just like that and telling the boys to make their exit.

As Jacob went backstage again completely naked, he rushed to Mike, a club
co-owner and responsible for the events, the person he trusted the most at
work.

"What the hell was that about?" he asked furiously.

"Sorry, J, but a customer has requested you. And it's in your contract to
provide private shows for Platinum members of 'Loud', which he happens to
be" Mike said calmly and quickly as he talked.

"What? A private show?" Jacob asked puzzled.

"Yeah, it rarely happens, but things did get too far tonight, so it's
natural. You're still pretty new. Don't worry you'll do great, you're a
natural" Mike continued.

"Shit... What do I have to do?" Jacob asked again a bit anxious.

"Don't worry. Just go with it, and if he abuses you, Bruce will be standing
right outside your private room, so just call for him"

Bruce was the biggest bodyguard the club Loud had. A massive muscular black
guy, so Jacob felt a bit safer.

"Ok, so who's the customer?" he asked finally.

"Mr. Clay Matthews" Mike said and then grabbed Jacob by the arm to escort
him.

They got outside a black door with golden doorknob. Mike stepped aside and
pointed at the door.

"He's waiting inside. Oh, but wait... wear this first" he said giving him a
small thong.

Jacob quickly put it on and adjusted it on his hardon and asscheeks. Then
he proceeded to opening the door.

"Bruce will be here in a minute" Mike said and left.

Jacob entered the small room and saw a handsome suited man, around his
dad's age, but much fitter and smirkful. He was sitting on a couch and
drinking scotch from a small glass, with the bottle being next to him on a
small coffee table.

"Hello, Mr. Matthews" he said politely, closing the door behind him.

"Good evening" Clay said smirkfully.

Jacob was a little nervous and it showed. He approached the couch with a
few small steps. He stood right in front of Mr. Matthews.

"No reason to be nervous. I think you can handle the attention more than
well enough"

Jacob giggled.

"I'm sorry, it's just my first private show. I'm not really sure what I
should do" he said.

"Why don't you start by getting on my lap?" Mr. Matthews encouraged
seductively.

Jacob moved himself on top of the man, by spreading his legs and slowly
lowering his muscle ass onto the man's lap.  He placed on hand on Clay's
thigh and the other on his own waist and he started slowly rubbing his ass
on the man's crotch.

"Is that good?" Jacob whispered lustfully.

"Yes..." he replied, but he could tell Jacob was putting on an
act. "Jacob..." he continued.

Jacob focused his attention on the man and stopped his crotch-rubbing act.

"I'm a wild man. I have orgies almost every week. The reason I chose you
tonight is because what I saw on that stage was raw and real. I need you to
bring that out here. The last thing I want is another typical lap dance" he
said in a powerful tone.

"I'm sorry, sir..." Jacob started, but Clay interrupted him by raising his
hand.

"Just let it all out. Whatever inspires you" he said and then place his
hands on the pair of the hugest, most succulent pecs he had ever seen.

"I've noticed that those two babies seem to be the centre of your
pleasures" he said while softly grabbing the big muscle tits.

Jacob let out a soft moan.

"Yeah... they are very sensitive" he said while looking down at his chest.

He made them bounce a few times softly, but then quickly relaxed them to
let Mr. Matthews squeeze them in his palms.

"God, they are so huge" he said squeezing them passionately, "so juicy" he
continued, "so succulent".

Jacob tossed his head back and moaned while again rubbing his ass on Clay's
crotch, this time instictively.

"As if they're full of milk" Clay muttered lustfully. That phrase brought
out a deep moan from Jacob.

"Suck them" he whispered.

"What was that?" Clay asked seductively.

"Suck them. Suck my tits"

"Yeah? You want me to suckle on those large nipples?"

"Yeah... please. Suck them now!"

Mr. Matthews didn't hold back longer. He hungrily shoved his mouth on the
massive breasts and started sucking with force, trying to put in his mouth
as much meat as he could. He playfully rolled his tongue around the nipple
while having it in his mouth. Jacob moaned loudly like a whore.

"Oh yes... yes! Suck my tits. Suck on my nipples. Yeah! Suck them dry"

Out of the room, Bruce was standing on guard with his sunglasses on, like a
statue. He was able to hear everything that was going on and that made his
giant black cock throb in his pants. He slowly moved his hand to his crotch
and with slow, unnoticeable movements started to rub it.

Inside the room, Mr. Matthews was sucking more and more hungrily, switching
rapidly from nipple to nipple and making animalistic noises.

"You like that, Jacob?"

"Yeah" Jacob moaned with eyes closed.

"Yeah, that's it. Lose yourself. Forget about everything else. Let it take
you over"

"Aahh... yeah... fuck"

Jacob was whoring himself out more and more. Mr. Matthews was achieving his
goal.  He grabbed the bottle of scotch from the table nearby and started
emptying it on the hunk's pecs. Jacob held them together to make his
cleavage deeper and allow the liquid to flow through it. He was moaning
lustfully the whole time. Clay started drinking as much as he could from
the pouring scotch but most slid down to the couch, moistening his suit,
Jacob's thong and the pillows. He then started pouring more and more all
over the young man, in his mouth his hair, his whole body. Jacob started
drinking as much as he could. Fast.

"Yeah, drink! Yeah, that's right. Rub it all over, yeah, rub yourself" Clay
was muttering.

The bottle was empty soon and then Mr. Matthews had Jacob stand on all
fours next to him on the couch, with his ass right in front of the man's
face. Without wasting anytime he started eating out his tight asshole,
sticking his tongue deep inside and groaning. Jacob was still wearing his
small thong and the man's tongue was pushing the thin fabric in the
hole. Jacob was squealing like a whore.

As the minutes passed, Jacob started to feel the effects of the alcohol in
his head. He was getting dizzy. So he didn't realize what Mr. Matthews had
started doing immediately.  The top of the scotch bottle was being pushed
into his asshole by the powerful twisted man. It wasn't until the whole top
part of it was all in, that Jacob felt it and protested.

"Ugh! What... what are you doing?" he said trying to look back.

"Hush, you whore" Mr. Matthews muttered.

"No... stop that..."

"Shut up and take it! That's what whores do" Clay said raising his tone.

Jacob lowered his front putting his head down on the couch pillows and
jutting out his butt even more.

"Yeah... you want this too, deep down"

Jacob just moaned in protest. And then as the bottle went further in he
popped his head up and let out a loud grunt.

"AAHHH... Bruce!" he yelled.

"What? Who's Bruce?" Clay asked.

Then the door opened. Bruce entered the room in a rapid pace.

"What's going on?" he asked strictly.

Mr. Matthews was quick. He got a think packet of dollars out of his pocket
and showed it to the bodyguard.

"Just close the door and join the fun" he said.

A small pause followed. Jacob having the buzz he couldn't really see what
Bruce was doing. The bodyguard closed the door and moved towards the
couch. He grabbed the money and put it in his own pocket.

"That's the spirit" Clay said and carried on to bottle-fuck Jacob. Jacob
moaned.

"Bruce... come on..." he protested.

Bruce grabbed Clay's hand that was holding the bottle and pulled it away.

"That's enough" he said and had him place the bottle down. Mr. Matthews
seemed a bit annoyed but did so.

"Thanks..." Jacob mumbled and laid on the couch.

Mr. Matthews slapped his ass hard and told him to get on his knees. Jacob
slowly obeyed and when he turned his face around he got a loud slap on his
face, from a massive black cock.

"Oh, shit..." he whispered once his eyes fixated on it.

"Take it in your mouth, bitch" Clay said and pushed Jacob's head on the
large cock head. Jacob gagged just by trying to take the head in his
mouth. He had to adjust quickly though as Clay's hand was forcing him to go
deeper.

He managed to take the black monster all in his throat without much
trouble. Clay kept his head pushed in on the man's rod. Jacob's nose was
touching Bruce's pubic area.

"Yeah that's it. Bruce grab his head and facefuck him" Mr. Matthews
commanded.

Bruce being given the amount he did, obeyed. He grabbed Jacob's head with
both his large hands and started force fucking his mouth. Jacob gagged but
managed. At the same time, Mr. Matthews started working with the hunk's
hole again and got his own hard dick out. Without removing Jacob's thong he
started fucking his ass, so hard that his big round asscheeks shook up and
down with each thrust.

Jacob was being filled from both holes, just from his first private
show. How did it manage to go this far? He was only supposed to work as a
waiter. How was he ever going to explain this to his father?  But what he
didn't know was that his wily uncle, Robert, had secretly installed cameras
inside the Private Room, so that he could have tapes of every action that
took place in there, to keep in his archive for his newly embarking porn
company.

To be continued...