Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2006 18:17:08 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: black sub III -pt6

Randy Richards is a 39 y/o dominate whtmale looking for a live-in
submissive botm slave to worship his strong insatiable 9" cock. Jeffery
Rollins is a 19 y/o blkmale from the hood who was curious about his
sexuality, but had never been with a man before.
This is their story...

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BLACKSUB 3 -pt6

 The mood was sullen but relaxed. Jeffery rode on the back of Randy's
Harley Davidson as they flew down the interstate to the house that Randy
grew up in. Jeffery recalled Randy getting a phone call last night, that
his father's health was failing, and that he wasn't doing too well. Randy
didn't talk long, he mostly listened, then announced that he'd be down in
the morning. Randy's mood was different after the call. His mind was far
away, and he didn't seem interested in anything else. Jeffery tried
talking to Randy, but Randy was short with his answers. Jeffery then
decided to try to help Randy's mood with sex. He got down on his knees
before his lover/master, and began sucking his cock. Randy barely
responded. It took nearly 10 minutes of intense play before his cock even
started to harden. Once up, Jeffery sucked until his jaws got tired, but
Randy wouldn't cum. When he decided to try sitting on it instead, Randy
declined, insisting they go to bed early as they had a long trip in the
morning.

 They pulled into a trucker's diner around 9am for breakfast. Randy
parked the Davidson where he could keep an eye on it from inside as they
two climbed down. Randy was dressed in tight jeans, leather boots, a
wife's beater t-shirt, and an open black vest. With his bald head, ring
piercings, tattoos, and masculine swagger, he got many admiring looks
from the staff and customers. Jeffery was dressed in baggy jeans,
sneakers, and a pull over sweater. He walked in behind Randy, quickly
noticing that he was the only black in the hood.

"Hello, welcome to Mel's Diner. Two?" asked the hostess, with a smile.

"Yes." answered Randy.

"Table, booth, or counter?" asked the young woman, her eyes roaming
Randy's bod.

"Counter." answered Randy. The woman turned, then led the two men over to
the counter where she had two available seats next to each other. She
handed the men their menus, then give them a minute to make up their
minds. Randy ordered a hardy meal; eggs, steak, grits, potatos, toast,
and coffee. Jeffery ordered; an omlet with hash browns, toast, and a
large OJ.

"Are we close yet?" asked Jeffery, settling into his seat.

"A couple more miles." answered Randy.

"What's your dad sick from?" asked Jeffery, concerned.

"Cancer." said Randy, realizing that he was being rude. "My brother says
he's gotten worse over the pass months. The doctors don't think he'll
last too much longer."

"Damn, that's fucked." said Jeffery, understanding Randy's mood change.
"Were yall close?"

"No." answered Randy. The waitress sat their orders down in front of
them, then walked away. "About as close as you and your dad." he added,
reaching for the pepper.

"My dad and I were okay, at least until he found out that I was gay."
said Jeffery, reaching for the salt.

"Do you miss your people?" asked Randy, catching Jeffery's tone.

"Yes. A little. I mean, I don't miss what they did to me, but I miss the
family unit we had...before everything changed." answered Jeffery,
exchanging spices with his man. "uh...I uh, called my mother." he added
softly, knowing it would make Randy upset.

"You did what?" asked Randy, looking over at Jeffery as he replaced the
salt.

"I called my folks." repeated Jeff.

"Without my permission?" asked Randy, sternly.

"Yes, sir." answered Jeffery, meekly looking around the diner to make
sure their conversation was private. Many of the customers were truckers,
thick big burly men with plaid shirts, long beards, and baseball caps.
Some were scary looking as they ate alone or talked amongst themselves.
When one caught Jeffery looking, he puckered his hairy lips and gave a
mock kiss to the boy. Jeffery quickly turned his head defensively to
avoid contact. "I was...I was just worried about my mother, is all."

"Your mother?" asked Randy, trying to sound sympathizing as he began to
eat.

"After what my family did to me..." started Jeffery, recalling how his
biological father and 5 brothers took turns brutally butt fucking him
after it came out that he was admittedly gay. "...I left, without so much
as a word to any of them. My mother was caught in the middle of it all.
She's the only one that never did anything to me, yet she had to suffer
not knowing where I was or if I was alright along with the rest of them.
I knew my mom was probably worried sick about me. You should've heard how
badly she cussed me that first weekend I disappeared with YOU. She made
me promise never to do that again, and well, here I am doing it. I just
didn't think it's fair for my mother to suffer any longer for something
she didn't do."

"So you're more concerned of your mother, than you are of how badly your
father and 5 brothers, 3 uncles, and 6 cousins treated you?" asked Randy,
sarcastically.

"Well, yeah. She's my MOM. She's never done anything to me but loved me.
She has no idea what my father and brothers were doing to me. Pops always
made sure she wasn't around whenever they decided to fucked me for my own
good." defended Jeffery.

"So all of this is about your mother, and nothing else?" asked Randy.

"Of course. Something else like what?" asked Jeffery.

"Well, are you SURE it's entirely about your mother, and not just some
excuse for you to get back with daddy?"

"What do you mean?" asked Jeffery, confused.

"You know what I mean. Are you sure there's not a part of you (a tiny
part of you), that really liked what your dad did to you deep down, and
wouldn't mind going back to getting fucked by him and your 5 brothers,
uncles, and cousins again from time to time?"

"No." answered Jeffery quickly.

"No?" questioned Randy, skeptically. "Not even a little bit?"

"Sex with my family wasn't like the sex between you and me. It wasn't
pleasurable. They didn't fuck me because they liked it or because they
wanted me, they fucked me because my dad convinced them that it would
make me straight again. They were hard, rough, and brutal. I COULDN'T
enjoy it."

"And how is that any different from the way I fuck you? Or how Pete fucks
you? Or how all those guys at Rusty's fucked you? You didn't seem to mind
the brutal poundings then. In fact your dick stayed hard the whole time.
A couple of guys even made you come!" asked Randy, questioning Jeffery's
honesty. Jeffery noticed the big trucker sitting next to him looking down
at him oddly. Jeff nodded mutely, then returned his attention back to
Randy.

"It was different because THEY were my family, and I wasn't ALLOWED to
enjoy it." explained Jeff. "If my dad figured out that I didn't mind
those ass poundings as much as he thought I did, he would've probably
killed me!"

"I doubt that, you're his SON!" said Randy.

"He TOLD me he'd rather kill me than to have a faggot for a son."
whispered Jeffery. "He said he didn't bring me in the world to be a cum
dump for men, that he had a better purpose in life for me than that. Lord
knows what he'd say if he knew YOU were white! He'd probably try to kill
us both!"

"So your racial issues stem from your father?" asked Randy, getting a
better feel on Jeffery's history.

"I guess. I never thought about it. It's probably a combination of my
dad, and the neighborhood I grew up in. There wasn't a lot of whites in
my hood, so we didn't get to interact with a lot of them unless we were
in school. And then there's the whole history of slavery in america, and
racism. You know, the whole "I HAVE A DREAM!" thing with Dr. Martin
Luther King. There's a lot of unresolved issues there."

"I think there's a lot of ignorance and mistrust on BOTH SIDES of the
line." said Randy. "I try NOT to let the racial barriers make a
difference. I grew up in an area with NO blacks, obviously. I never even
met a black guy until I joined the military, and by then none of us were
dying to be friends. You're the first black I've ever fucked, or took the
time to get to know. And from the sounds of it, the same goes for you. I
understand that a lot of this is new to you, -it's new to me too!"
reasoned Randy, continuing with his plate. "So how'd the phone call go?
Did you get to talk to her?"

"Not really." frowned Jeffery. "My dad picked up the phone while I was
leaving a message. So I hung up before I could get a hold of her."

"You know, I couldn't help over hearing your conversation..." interrupted
the man sitting beside Jeff. Jeff and Randy looked over at the big 6'3",
280 lbs, hairy truck driver and prepared themselves for an argument. But
instead they got... "My father was none too happy to hear about my sexual
orientation either. In fact, he threw me to the Marines to try to toughen
me up. Now 25 years later he and I aren't just business partners with our
own trucking company, but we're also room-mates and lovers."

"Lovers?" asked Jeffery, as if he weren't hearing correctly.

"Check please." called Randy.



 They pulled up to a rural piece of land not too far off the side road.
There were other houses scattered about in the distance, but none nearby.
A long weather beaten wooden fence ran about the length of the property,
cutting off dividing lines with the closest neighbors midway down the
block. The house was in desperate need of a paint job, but was sturdy and
well kept. They had a lot of land about, with a big shed in back of the
house in plain view.
 Randy cut his bike's engine as he and Jeffery climbed down from the
large seat. Jeffery noticed a jeep parked in the drive, along with an
older station wagon and a really old mustang which obviously hadn't run
or worked in decades. Randy was in the mist of untying their gear when a
man suddenly appeared in the porch doorway.

"Randy..." alerted Jeffery. Randy turned to see his older brother Bart
watching, and went back to his current task without even acknowledging
him. Bart watched for a minute, then turned and went back into the house
without saying a word.
 'Great' -thought Jeffery, knowing it would be a cold weekend. They
carried the bags inside, throwing them to the floor. Bart was in the
kitchen in the back of the house, preparing his father's lunch. He came
out only when he was done, carrying a large serving tray. Jeffery was
struck by how similar the two brothers looked. Bart was 6'2", 42, 215 lbs
of muscle with a small keg belly from drinking too many beers. He was
pale in complexion, with dark hair which was starting to thin on top. He
wore a plaid flannel shirt (the "norm" out this way -thought Jeff),
Wranglers, and work boots. Jeffery thought he looked like so many of the
farmers and truck drivers they saw in the diner.

"Hey Randy, glad you could finally find the time to come visit." said
Bart, sarcastically.

"Yeah well, been kinda busy." responded Randy, not really paying his
brother any mind.

"So I see." said Bart, eyeing Jeffery. Jeffery felt the cold glare, and
instantly wished he'd stayed home. "You gonna introduce me to your
friend, or has moving to the city made you as rude as the rest of them?"
 Randy sighed, getting up from his father's easy chair.

"Jeffery, this is my older brother Bart. Bart, -Jeffery." said Randy,
nonchalantly.

"Wussup?" said Jeffery, feeling the tension. Bart merely looked him over
from head to toe, as one would do when buying live stock.

"So, is THIS the new flavor of the month?" asked Bart. "You're dipping
into CHOCOLATE now?"

"Fuck you, Bart! Not everybody was meant to haul trucks and be a breeder
like you and pop!"

"So you run off to join the service and fuck guys! Is that what you think
mom and dad had planned for you?" asked Bart.

"Mom and Dad's plans for me ended when I was 18, and took control of my
own life!" responded Randy. "Something YOU should've done years before!"

"Fuck YOU, Randy!" exclaimed Bart, turning his back on the conversation
as he made his way upstairs to his father's room. Randy cursed himself
under his breath, promising himself that he wouldn't let his family get
to him.

"uh...is everything okay?" asked Jeffery, feeling very uncomfortable,
especially after that "chocolate" comment.
 Randy looked over at his lover and sighed.

"Your family's not the only ones with issues." he said, grabbing their
gear. "Let me show you to our room."

"Our room?" asked Jeffery. "We're staying here?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Well for one thing, your brother doesn't seem too happy to have me here!
And second, it ain't like they went overboard to throw out the welcome
mat!"

"Relax." said Randy, noting the concern in Jeffery's voice. He released
his gear and walked over to his boyfriend/lover/slave, and kissed him
firmly in the mouth. Jeffery instantly felt some of his tension flow out
of him as he allowed his own hands to slip around Randy's waist. "I'm
just here to see the old man, not move in." he said, pulling his tongue
from Jeff's mouth. "Bart doesn't live here. He has a wife and kids a
couple of counties down. But he been staying over lately due to my dad's
deteriorating health. But with us here, he'll get a little break and be
able to spend time with his family this weekend. We'll be out of here
before you know it. I promise."
 Jeffery felt a little better, knowing that Bart would be leaving soon,
leaving them alone with the old man whom seemed too sick to even get out
of bed. Perhaps he wouldn't even have to know Jeffery was there. Randy
put on a fake smile, smacked Jeffery firmly on the rump, and headed
upstairs. Jeffery followed with his bag in tow as they made their way
down a long hallway to the last room of the house. Randy stopped in front
of the closed door, took a deep breath, then opened it.

 The room was large and bright, with sunlight beaming through the open
shades. A small single sized bed lined the left wall, with 2 dressers, a
desk, and 2 closets. The walls were lined with posters of long ago
baseball players, and rock bands whom now looked a hell of a lot older in
TV. Jeffery noticed a catcher's mitt and baseball bat standing in one
corner, and wondered if Randy was any good at playing the game. But that
was before he noticed the baseball trophies lining the top of the tallest
dresser.

"You were into sports?" asked Jeffery, entering the childhood room of his
lover.

"Yeah." blushed Randy, having out grown most of his childhood fantasies
away when he left home. Jeffery walked over and touched the trophies,
reading Randy's name and dates of his awards.

"Damn, I didn't know I was being ducked by a professional." he smiled,
turning to see Randy's expression.

"Didn't you, now?" responded Randy, with a devilish grin of his own.
Jeffery laughed, knowing full well what Randy meant. Randy closed the gap
between them, taking Jeffery in his arms as he covered his thick full
lips with his own. The two kissed deeply and affectionately, enjoying
each other as Randy showed his gratefulness for Jeffery's being there.

"Awe damn, can't you two faggots keep that shift back in Philadelphia
where it belongs?" said Bart. Randy broke the kiss, turning his head to
see his brother standing in the doorway to his room.

"What do you want, Bart?"

"Dad wants to see you, before I leave." said the older sibling. "Do you
think you can tear yourself away from your boyfriend long enough to see
your father? I mean, that's why you came all this way, ain' it?"
 Jeffery could see Randy trying to hold in his anger as his lover bit his
lower lip to keep from saying anything negative. Jeffery touched Randy's
arm in support. Randy took Jeff's hand and squeezed it. Then he turned
towards Bart and followed him out to his father's room in the front of
the house.
 Jeffery sighed, knowing he had a long weekend in stored. Then he noticed
a small photo book a top the dresser he'd been leaning on. He picked it
up and took a seat on the edge of the bed. The book was full of photos of
Randy in as a kid in his baseball uniform poising and playing the game. A
photo of his parents, him, and his brother showed Jeffery just how close
they were at one point.

 Down the hall Randy entered his father's bedroom behind his older
brother. He steeled himself on the way down, knowing well what he would
see when he saw his father again. For a split second he hesitated at the
door, seeing his ailing father laying weak and frail in bed. Gone was the
strong "take no shit, hold no bards" man that raised him and taught him
how to be a man. Now all that was left was a shell of a man, a poor
shadow of his former self.

"What'r you gawking at, boy?" said his dad, in a small, wispy, horse
voice. "Get in here and let me see you!"
 Randy did as his father said, standing in front of the man he hadn't see
in over 10 years. Roger Richards looked down at his youngest son, and
nodded his head in approval.

"Not bad, boy! You keep yurself up, well." he said, thoughtfully. "But
then again, most of you fags do. Keeps the body tight with all that
fucking you guys get, I bet."
 Bart snickered.

"We also get a lot of exercise kicking the shit out of old bigots."
informed Randy.

"You sassing me, BOY?" asked his father, getting rowed up.

"No sir. Unless you consider yourself a bigot." said Randy. His father
eyed him suspiciously. "You know, your mother died with a broken heart."

"Oh, THIS again!" laughed Randy.

"YES, this again!" yelled his father. "Your mother wanted grand children
from you and your brother! She wanted to see you BOTH pass on our family
legacy! But then you had to go and divorce Marsha and announce
your...GAYNESS to the world! Of course she died of a broken heart! Just
like you're killing me NOW!"

"What're you talking about, old man? Mom died of cancer, just like you!"

"Your brother tells me that not only did you bring one of you pussyboy
gay toys with you into MY HOUSE, but that he's a nigger!" shouted Roger,
loud enough for Randy's guests to hear.

"His name's Jeffery Rollins. He's..."

"I don't give a DAMN what his name is! You've got some nerve bringing one
of those jiggaboos into my house! In ALL MY YEARS I've never had one of
THEM so much as step foot in here! And now here you have one of them
sleeping over, in the same bed as you??! Are you TRYING to kill me,
now??!!"

"I see you're just as drastic and dramatic as ever, pop." said Randy,
untouched by his father's words.

"Lord knows how I managed to hold my head high after word got out that
one of my son's were homosexual, but now THIS! If your mother wasn't
already dead, this would surely've killed her!"

"Mom's never had a problem with my sexuality, YOU did." said Randy,
calmly.

"Bullshit! Your mother was just as upset as I was! Hell boy, ain't no
place for cock suckers in middle white america! This here's god's
country! We leave all that gay cock sucking and fudge packing to the big
cities and the minorities! And now here you've done brung it into my
front door! What were you thinking?!"

"That if I have to go up to visit my dying father on his death bed, that
I'd rather do it with someone I loved standing by my side." answered
Randy. "Lord knows I never felt love from you in this house! Not since
well before mom died!"

"Why, you ungrateful bastard! After ALL I've done for you!"

"What have you done for me?"

"I gave you LIFE!!"

"You gave mom 5 minutes of drunken sex before passing out on top of her,
and for that I should be grateful?"

"I could've aborted you! I SHOULD've aborted you! I would've had I known
how you'd turn out! When I think of how you wasted your life...! You
could've been a professional baseball player! You could've been he next
Jim Dawson!"

"That was your dream, not mine."

"You haven't changed, you're still the same hard head punk kid you always
were!" decided Roger, disappointedly.

"Like father like son." flipped Randy. "They say the apple never falls
far from the tree."

"If only! Go! Get out of my sight! I've seen enough of you for one day!"
flagged Roger Richards, dismissing his son. Randy had more he wanted to
say, but decided not to push. His father was sick, after all.

"You could've been nicer to him!" whispered Bart outside in the hallway
as he quietly closed his father's door for privacy. "He's an OLD man!
He's sick, and dying! You KNOW how he gets!"

"Then you should've thought of that before you called to invite me up."
said Randy, disappearing down the hall into his room.

"Are you alright?" asked Jeffery, still sitting on the bed looking at
photos.

"Get naked!" ordered Randy, slamming the door and removing his shirt.

"Why?"

"I want to fuck. Get undressed!"

"But...I don't want to. Not here." defied Jeffery. Randy stopped in mid
dress.

"What you say?"

"Please Randy, not here. not in your father's house. I heard what he said
about black people. I don't want to disrespect him like that."

"Who's slave are you?" asked Randy, angrily.

"Yours, but..."

"No buts! You're MY slave! Now take off your fucking clothes before I
come over there and take them off for you!!"
 Jeffery started to undress. He never heard Randy go off like this
before. He always seemed to calm and collected, even when disappointed or
angry. Jeffery had hoped that Randy would refrain from sex, at least
until they made it back home. He didn't feel comfortable staying in Roger
Richard's evil bigot home, let alone getting fucked in it.

 Randy was naked in the blink of an eye, his semi-erection bouncing
proudly as he walked towards the bed. Jeffery was just finishing up when
Randy took him by the head, and shoved his cock into his mouth a little
more aggressive than usual. Jeffery didn't complain as the cock pushed
through his oral cavity, to lodge somewhere in his throat. He looked up
at Randy, knowing the big guy needed this right now.

 Randy held his slave by the head, fucking his way in and out of his warm
mouth with deep firm driven strokes. Jeffery knew this was just a
distraction for Randy, that he was probably only looking to forget the
argument he just had with his father. Jeff didn't mind helping his friend
out, as he was here for support. He sucked Randy's dick as deeply as he
could, taking the man's hard ramrod into his throat. Randy sighed
outwardly as his cock was consumed in the hot depths of his lover's
throat. Jeffery mashed his face into Randy's skin smooth crotch, his nose
touching the bare skin of his abdomen. Randy's dick pulsed, growing more
excited with every brush of the tongue or slurp of the lips. Jeffery
pulled back, dragging his lips up the shaft and bobbing his head back and
forth. Randy helped guide the pace as he pumped his hips, sliding his
dick in and out with relative ease. Jeffery was no longer a novice as
taking dick, he'd been sucking regularly for a while now, and had grown
quite accustomed to having his throat filled. But Randy wasn't satisfied
with just head, he wanted to fuck something deeper. He pulled out of
Jeffery's throat, leaving the handsome black boy's mouth open and wanting
more.

"What's wrong?" asked Jeffery, wanting to taste Randy's pearly load.
 Randy merely reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of lube.
Jeffery knew what it was for as Randy applied a small amount to his hand,
then reached down between Jeff's spread legs and smeared that hand up
Jeffery's ass crack, his fingers zeroing in on the tight brown butt
pucker he had every intention on fucking.

 Jeffery felt a finger enter his asshole, greasing the inside as well as
the out. Another finger followed, pressing into his hole as they started
to stretch him. He looked into Randy's face when he added the third.
Without having to say a word, Jeffery lay back on the bed with the back
of his head pressed against the wall. Randy rammed his fingers in and out
for a few minutes, then aimed his dick up to the hole. Jeffery bite his
lower lips, knowing penetration would be a lot harder given Randy's mood.

"UUHHHH...!!" groaned Jeff, feeling over half of Randy's curved snake
push into him. "Take it easy Randy, please..." warned Jeffery, "...your
father's right down the hall..." he reminded.
 Randy knew Jeffery meant well, but the thought of his father only
angered the 39 year old more. He pushed the rest of the way into Jeff's
hole, causing the boy to gasp aloud as Randy's balls slapped against his
ass. At this point Jeffery would usually scream in a mixture of pleasure
and pain, but out of respect for Randy's family, he fought to keep it all
inside.

 Randy however, didn't share Jeffery's concerns, and fucked the boy
without the slightest care to his father's thoughts. He fucked his way in
and out of his lover's ass, picking up speed, pace, and aggression with
each stroke. He held Jeffery's legs open, watching his strong white cock
slice through the firm brown melons as Jeffery tried hard to accommodate
him without screaming it to the world.

"Wait..." said Jeffery, feeling the thrusts deepen. Randy ignored him,
humping his hips and driving his cock through the tight clinging anal
ring. "Randy, please...not so hard..." begged Jeffery, feeling Randy
increase the pace. The more Jeffery complained, the harder he fucked. He
didn't care for his father's views on life, love, family morals, or
racism, and he certainly didn't care if he over heard him fucking his
lover's sweet tight black ass. The thought of his dad tossing and turning
in frustration caused him to hammer into Jeffery even harder. Jeffery
could no longer contain the strain as he let out a series of yipes and
groans. His ass was being royally fucked, and there was little he could
do about it other than lay there and take it.
 The bed springs of Randy's tiny single boy bed threatened to collapse as
it popped and buckle under the heavy weight of the humping men. Jeffery
grunted and groaned with every plunge of Randy's cock as he spread his
legs wider to give deeper access. Randy tossed his head back, reveling in
the feel of his partner's body as he fucked harder and harder.

"UHHH, UHHH, UHHH, UHHH..." grunted Jeffery, his body jerking violently
as each thrust drilled him a little deeper than the last. Getting fucked
by Randy was something Jeffery was used to by now, but tonight he could
feel a different kind of aggression in his movements. Almost as if he
were fucking him more out of spite than necessity.

"Yeah! Yeah baby, give me that ass!" shouted Randy, pulling his dick
nearly all the way out of Jeffery's fuck hole before ramming it all the
way back in. He repeated this drill over and over, fucking harder,
deeper, and faster by the minute. "Open that asshole up, boy! Take this
big cock in you! UHH! UHH! Fuck! Shit yeah man, this hole feels fucking
wonderful!"

 Jeffery felt Randy's cock staring to throb inside him. He knew he would
only have to endure the heavy pounding for a few minutes more before his
guts were white washed with his lover's latest batch of rich seed.
 Randy's hips pumped back and forth. He grabbed onto his handsome slave
tighter as he felt himself approaching orgasm. There was nothing he loved
more than fucking and cumming up inside his boy's ass, but tonight was
different. Randy fucked without feeling or emotion. He simply pounded the
hot ass underneath him until he felt his cock was ready to blow. He
could've been fucking anyone, his movements were mechanical, not
emotional. He threw his hips forward, then came a pint of hot thick cum
into Jeffery's bottom. Jeffery jacked off his 7 inch cock, shooting white
cum all over his bare chest and stomach before falling back exhausted by
his workout. Randy removed his cock, then stood up to stretch. His
satisfied dick started to shrink and soften, still wet from Jeffery's ass
cunt. He looked over at his brother Bart, whom stood in the open doorway
of the room.

"Have a good show?" he asked, walking out of the room towards the
bathroom. Bart said nothing as his naked brother brushed pass him.
Instead he focused his attention to the nice looking Negroid laying on
Randy's bed. Jeffery saw Bart staring at his naked body, his cold cum
slowly starting to roll down his sides towards his ribs. Embarrassment
hit when he suddenly realized that Bart had most likely seen him getting
fucked. He grabbed Randy's pillow, using it to cover as much of his
nakedness as possible.

 Bart Richards chuckled to himself, turning his back as he started back
down the hall. Jeffery was relieved to see his "brother in-law" go, but
was disturbed at what he thought he saw. He wondered if his eyes were
playing tricks on him, or did Bart Richards just have a hardon?