Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2015 05:52:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Fathers and Sons Weekend Chapter 2

I hope you enjoyed what I've written so far for this potential new
series. If enough of you guys enjoy it I'll continue it! Let me know if
you'd like to read more. jhtravus@yahoo.com




Fathers and Sons Weekend at Bellview Ranch Chapter 2



Ben and I managed to behave for the remainder of the afternoon. I left him
in our room to take a nap while I got a quick shower in. As I was drying
off I heard the entire process. Even though we were two doors down. The
muffled voices of my old buddy and his middle son that slowly turned into
what sounded like heavy petting and intense kissing. Knowing Jay, though, I
knew it was only a matter of time before he was giving it up for his son. I
knew there was no way he'd make it until after the ceremony. Not with John
walking around in that skimpy underwear like that and his dog tags from the
marines hanging from his neck. Sure enough I heard the sound of mattress
springs compressing and I could hear each time the bedframe hit the
wall. It may have been super hot to listen to my old buddy getting royally
fucked by his boy but I was grateful I was two doors away from these
lovebirds and not sharing a wall with them.

	"Aw fuck, son." I heard clear as day as the sounds of mating became
more and more urgent. "Aw, get it, son. Make me cum. Right there,
Junior. UUUUUUHHHHHHNNNN" My buddy bellowed as the mattress springs quieted
down. I didn't even have to be in the room to know Jay had climaxed the
exact second his son unloaded in him. Their synthesis in timing of their
climaxes was too precise to fool anyone that this wasn't a regular thing
the two of them enjoyed. Hell, it didn't take Jay's blatant admission from
earlier that he gets off on putting out for his son to figure that out.

	I shook my head as I walked outside to check on a pair of muddy
boots I had set out earlier to dry. Two doors down Jay emerged from his own
cabin. He'd hastily thrown on his jeans but he didn't bother to button them
and his hairy chest was damp with sweat. His nipples were chafed red and
raw from what was sure to have been an intense teasing from his middle
son. His usually neat, kempt hair was sticking out where his pillow had
been. I could almost smell the scent of sex on him. Probably aided by the
wet spot that was starting to form on the back of his jeans. He'd been bred
good by his boy, no doubt. The screen door behind him opened up for a
second and a muscled arm pulled him in for a quick kiss and s spank before
Jay pulled away with a grin.

	Jay stepped off the path for a second and stood at a tree and I
could hear him start to take a leak. I smiled, remembering Jay was always
quick to mark his territory after a good rut. Some things never
change. Almost as if he was sensing the attention, his head turned in my
direction. A mischievous grin flashed across my old buddy's face. "Sorry if
we got a little rowdy there, Bill." He muttered unconvincingly. "But when
Junior wants it there's no telling him no until he gets his nut." He
jiggled his shaft a bit in front of him before tucking himself back
in. "Not that I ever put up a fight." He winked.

	I waved at him with an equally mischievous grin.

	"See you at the ceremony, old friend." He grunted.

	"See you at the ceremony, Jay." I replied.



At about a quarter to 5 I heard a knock on our door and I opened it to find
my old buddy standing there in the tightest jean shorts I had ever seen and
nothing else, his hairy chest freshly groomed and on full display to anyone
interested in looking. I buttoned up my shirt as we looked each other over.

	"The ceremony's in 15 minutes buddy, you need to get dressed!" Jay
said to me as he pushed through the door and sat down on the sofa, helping
himself to an apple I had just laid out for myself.

	"You're one to talk, Jay. . ." I countered, watching his hairy
chest and abs flex as he bit into the apple.

	"I'm ready to go, man." Jay grinned, hiking his legs up and resting
them on the coffee table, his tight jean shorts straining to accommodate
his muscle dad ass. "This thing tastes like shit, bud. You got anything
other than rabbit food around here?" He tossed the apple in the trash and
turned his attention back to me.

	"You've got to be shitting me, Jay." I laughed. He had managed to
make himself look even sluttier wearing this than if he hadn't thrown
anything on at all.

	"Don't tell me you're wearing that shit, Bill. . ." He replied,
pointing to the button down shirt I was tucking into my khakis.

	"You know, not everyone is as open as you are, Jay." I laughed.

	"Why the hell not? That's what we're all here for. Good old man to
man sex. I was never one to play that hard to get shit."

	"You don't say. . ." I replied as I watched him absentmindedly run
his hand across his pecs.

	"You're not wearing that to your first ceremony in over 20 years,
Bill." Jay stated, not even trying to be tactful.

	"I'm not 25 years old anymore, Jay. I want to set a good example
for my son." I replied dismissively, combing my hair in front of the
mirror.

	"Exactly, Bill. You're not 25 anymore. You're 45. Which means
you've got more than 20 years of experience throwing studs around and
fucking the shit out of them that you didn't have when you first walked in
here. Any guy here would be lucky to get with you. It's time you acted like
it."

"Ben did say he kind of got off on the thought of another stud wanting to
get with me. . ." I admitted.

"And just where do you think that son of yours is right now exactly?" Jay
questioned me, raising his eyebrows.

	"Must be in the shower or something."

	"I don't hear the water on." He grinned deviously.

	"Jay, what did you do. . ." I sighed, walking over to the bathroom
to find it empty.

	"Junior wanted to show Ben around. What's the problem?"

	"Nothing- I just" I began. "I just thought he would want me to walk
with him to his first ceremony."

	"You gotta let him go, Bill." Jay said sympathetically. And I knew
he was being genuine. Jay had gone through this with one son already. He
knew what he was talking about.

	"You don't think they're fucking, do you?" I let out before I could
stop myself, a streak of jealousy briefly flashing through me before I
realized how silly it was.

	"Each other? I doubt it. Knowing Junior they're probably flirting
with a couple of poor suckers like you and me who'd do just about anything
to get with a couple of young bucks like our boys." He looked at me
apprehensively. "You're not. . . jealous, are you Bill?"

	"No, of course not." I lied. "I just thought he'd at least wait
until after the ceremony to start. . . whatever he was going to do."

	"Did you?" He said simply, staring into my eyes.

	He knew full well I didn't. John Conway and I had fucked each other
twice before I had to rush back to the cabin and get ready for my first
ceremony.

	"See?" Jay said, assuring me. "You had a wonderful experience here
at Bellview. Don't you want the same thing for Ben?"

	"Yeah. I really do." I sighed, realizing my buddy had a point.

	"Your boy's going to be a hot commodity this weekend, Bill. You
knew that coming in here. Add to that the fact he's the son of a previous
winner. . . Ben Branch is going to have more men trying to put out for him
than he's going to know what to do with."

	I thought about my son getting ogled at by all of the horny men
here. Him getting to choose who he wanted to fuck around with if they were
lucky. And I had to admit it was turning me on.

	"So back to the issue at hand." Jay clapped, bringing me out of my
trance. "I'm not going to let the Bellview King of '93 show up to his first
Father's ceremony in something he'd wear to a job interview at Office Max."
He said, reaching his hand up and starting to unbutton my shirt.

	I thought about putting up a fight but I just figured what the
hell. There wasn't any use in telling Jay Conway no 20 years ago and I knew
if anything he had just gotten even more stubborn over the years. In no
time my shirt was on the floor. I couldn't help but feel getting guys out
of their shirts was something Jay practiced quite often.

	"Damn, Bill." Jay muttered, running his hand over my pecs. "You got
a wife at home you keep in shape for?"

	"Nope. Just Ben and me." I answered, feeling uneasy about being
objectified like this after so long.

	"Fucker. . ." He mumbled, copping a feel of my abs. "So you do all
this to keep in shape for your boy?"

	That made me pause for a second. I never realized that I did keep
in pretty unusual shape for a guy my age. "Yeah, Jay. I guess I do it for
Ben."

	"Ben's a lucky guy." Jay muttered, admiring my form in the
mirror. He looked up at me with an intense stare. "How often is he getting
it, Bill?" He looked me right in the eye.

	"Any time he wants." I replied, swallowing for a second from the
frankness at which I was divulging my son's and my most private, intimate
details. I had to admit it was really starting to turn me on.

	"Fuck, you mean it, don't you? Any time Ben wants it he gets it?"

	"Any time he wants it, he gets it." I repeated, not breaking eye
contact.

	"Shit, Bill. . ." Jay muttered, playing with his nipple. "How often
do you think the two of you fool around?"

	"I don't . . . I'd say. . .  two or three times . . ." I answer
him, struggling to come out with it.

	"A week?" He asked quietly, as if it's a competition for who's
having the most sex out of the two of us.

	"A day." I gulped, not having really ever come up with a number
like this. It was eye opening. But my dick was rock hard thinking about it.

	"Aw fuck, man." Jay huffed. "I got a wife at home. She knows what's
going on but I still can't get with my boys as much as I'd like to." His
other hand absentmindedly drifted down to the huge bulge in his shorts. "I
got three boys to keep happy at home, too. Can't imagine what I'd do with
completely free reign like that. I guess that's why Junior and I couldn't
keep our hands off each other this afternoon. He's not used to getting my
full, undivided attention like this. Not that it will last long, seeing
some of my competition strutting around this place. Seriously, were the
dads this slutty when we were first starting out here at Bellview?"

	I thought about fucking his dad before the ceremony had even
started when I first arrived at Bellview and Jay had a look on his face
like he was remembering fond times himself.

	"Damn right they were." We both said at the same time.

	When his hand reached the zipper of his slutty shorts I knew I had
to get back to the task at hand. "Uh Jay. . .? The ceremony?"

	"Shit. Right." He mumbled, wiping the drool off his face. "Let's
see what we have to work with here."

	He grabbed my suitcase and proceeded to turn it completely upside
down, letting its contents scatter across the floor.

	"By all means, Jay. Don't be shy." I shook my head, rolling my
eyes.

	"Fuck, Bill." He scolded me, throwing various contents around the
room. "Seriously? What the fuck is this?" He asked, holding up a grey
business suit.

	"Oh leave me alone, Jay." I mumbled, grabbing the suit from him and
folding it neatly.

	"Hold on a minute!" He clapped excitedly, grabbing it from me. He
tossed half of it aside with the pants and held up the vest. "This'll
work."

	I looked from the vest to his face just to make sure he wasn't
joking. "You've got to be kidding me, Jay. I'm 45 years-old for Christ's
sake!"

	"Not on the outside, my friend." He said excitedly, holding the
vest out in front of my chest, looking me over in the mirror.

	"I look like I deal poker on Ricky Martin's yacht." I rolled my
eyes.

	"Do you want to get laid or not, Bill?"

	I sighed. "I want to get laid."

	"Well then listen to someone who knows what he's talking about." He
replied. "This is what I wore last year and I had young bucks following me
around all night trying to get with me." He said, reaching his finger into
the waistband of his jeans and snapping it against his ass. "Those young
studs were so grateful to get a shot at my ass. I swear, you put out for a
22 year old once and they're hooked forever. You can't let them get
attached."

I gave him disapproving look as my old buddy bragged about seducing so many
studs my son's age. He scoffed at me in return. "Jesus Bill, you know for
someone who's getting it 3 times a day at home you sure act like a prude."

	He held the tiny vest open while I squeezed into it.

	"Damn." He said, looking me over. "I'd fuck you."

	"That's high praise coming from you and your high standards." I
laughed.

	"Now the most important thing-" He continued, ignoring me. "Are you
looking to fuck or get fucked?"

	I paused for a moment. "I don't know, Jay. Can't I just see where
the evening goes?"

	"What are you expecting, one of these young studs to bring you
flowers and then take you out to a dinner and a movie? This is Bellview
Ranch, Bill. There's 30 other dads walking around who'll give it up without
the hastle, so I'll ask you again. Are you looking to fuck or get fucked?"

	I hesitated.

	"Look. . ." He sighed, standing up, his sole piece of clothing
barely big enough to cover his ass cheek. "When you look at me what's the
first thing that comes to mind?" He asked simply, flexing his ass.

	"That. . . You and your sorority sister's car broke down in the
middle of Texas and you're looking for a big strong man to help you out in
time to make it home for curfew?"

	"Oh fuck off, Bill." He grunted dismissively, before failing to
suppress a smile. "Alright fine, I'll let you have that one. But that's
it. Now come on, when you look at me what do you think I'm after."

	"Cock." I replied simply.

	"Damn straight. When you look at me the only thing that should come
to mind is that this guy is looking to get fucked. Nothing else
matters. You think I want to waste my energy courting a guy who's just
going to end up bending over for me when we get back to his cabin later?
Not tonight. Tomorrow's a different story. But tonight I'm getting fucked
stupid and people are going to know that's what I'm after because that's
what I'm giving them. See?"

	I had to admit, looking Jay over I knew he would have no trouble
whatsoever getting laid tonight. He was going to get snatched up the second
the ceremony was over, if it even took him that long to seal the deal.


	I thought back to my very first ceremony at Bellview Ranch and
remembered locking eyes with one of the dads from across the room. An
instant agreement was made between the two of us from that moment. We were
going to fuck. It was just that simple. The second the ceremony was over
and people started filing out of the hall we were moving right to each
other. We didn't even make it to his room that night. He couldn't wait. I
fucked him in one of the storage rooms right off of the banquet hall. We
didn't even exchange names. I only saw him one other time that weekend but
my dad and I were busy talking to someone else. He and his son walked by us
and he gave a respectful nod to my father on his way by. My dad knew what
that nod meant. My dad returned a nod and the man was gone, but my dad
looked at me with quiet pride as our conversation went on.

	Thinking back on my mystery fuck that night over 20 years ago was
definitely starting to make my juices flow all over again.

	"I want to fuck." I muttered, standing a little taller and admiring
myself in the mirror.

	"Well look who's finally starting to get their mojo back, Bill
Branch." Jay smirked, looking up at me with pride. "Some lucky sucker is
about to score big time tonight when he manages to get your attention."

	We looked at myself in the mirror. Yep. I still had it, alright.

	"To being back at Bellview Ranch, old friend." Jay toasted, patting
me on the back.

	"To being back at Bellview Ranch, old friend." I replied.

Jay and I headed in to the banquet hall just as the other guests were
starting to arrive. It was a large auditorium with a stage in front and
small tables scattered across the room with barstools around them. Jay and
I grabbed a table as we took in our surroundings. It had been over 20 years
since I had been in this banquet hall. I remembered being in here for the
first time. Watching the two generations of dads and sons making
conversation while scoping out potential mates for the evening. It was nice
being back again. As more and more men filled the auditorium I was checking
out everyone who walked by, salivating. The years hadn't changed
Bellview. Not one bit. The eye candy walking by, dads and sons alike, was
still the cream of the crop. I had thought Jay was going to stick out like
a sore thumb with his skimpy attire but the skin some of the other dads
were showing could have made Jay look conservative. As for me, personally,
it wasn't my thing, but I couldn't deny some of the more scantily clad
fathers certainly had the attention of many of the horny, hormonal young
men walking around. As I had my eye on a particularly handsome father and
son pair getting their seats at another table I heard a loud pat on Jay's
shoulder.

	We both turned around to find an incredibly distinguished looking
black man and his son, smiling. The two men were massive. Over 6'5" and
buff.

	"Fancy seeing you here, Jay." The father said, extending his hand.

	"Damon Washington!" Jay beamed, forgoing the handshake for a big
bear hug. "I was hoping you'd be back this year."

	"Wouldn't have missed it for the world." Damon smiled. He gestured
to his son. "You remember-"

	"Dwayne Washington." Jay interrupted him, shaking hands with the
son. "Boy do I remember. I swear I still walk crooked after the pounding
your boy gave me last year."

	"My son learned from the best." Damon replied proudly.

	"Yeah? Prove it, buddy. You got plans after the ceremony?" Jay
laughed, patting his friend on the shoulder playfully.

	"You expect me to believe I'll be able to find you after the
ceremony, Jay?" Damon laughed. "Besides, I always thought you said fucking
with a guy your age was a waste of all these horny hormonal young men
walking around?"

	"As with anything I say, there's always room for exceptions,
buddy." Jay eyed the massive black man up and down. "I'd say your chances
are pretty good if you play your cards right. You come and knock on my
cabin before the weekend is up and I'll see which Washington man is the
better fuck." He turned his attention to Dwayne, the younger man in front
of him. "Though I may need you to help refresh my memory, kid."

	"Anytime, Mr. Conway, sir." Dwayne replied, flashing a pearly white
smile.

	"Christ, kid, considering everything I let you do to me last summer
you're still going to insist on calling me sir and not Jay?"

	"Yes sir, Mr. Conway." Dwayne nodded.

	I set my beer down on the table, breaking Jay's fixation on the two
handsome men in front of us.

	"Shit, forgot my manners." Jay jumped, turning his attention to me
for the first time since they had arrived. "This is an old buddy of mine
from way back in the 1900's. Bill Branch."

	Damon turned is attention to me and extended his hand. "Damon
Washington. Any friend of Jay's is a friend of mine." He smiled warmly.

	"Nice to meet you, Damon." I replied. "Though I have to say,
knowing Jay, any friend of his is usually cause for concern."

	Damon laughed heartily and patted me on the back. "You're probably
right, Bill."

	Jay pouted, crossing his arms. "You two laugh all you want, but
none of you wallflowers would ever get laid if it wasn't for my
guidance. It'd be the blind leading the blind with you two."

	"Yeah yeah. .  ." I smirked as I took another sip from my
beer. "Pleased to meet you as well, Dwayne." I said, shaking hands with
Damon's son.

	"Is Josh around, Mr. Conway?" Dwayne asked Jay, looking around.

	"Afraid not, Dwayne. He's at home in Kansas watching over the
family business and a wife who's 7 months pregnant with twins." Jay
replied. "Two healthy boys, so keep your fingers crossed." He added,
beaming with pride.

	"Well I'll be damned." Damon remarked. "Josh Conway, the family
man."

	"You ever get the chance to knock boots with my boy, buddy?" Jay
asked, with a devious grin.

	"Now Jay, you know I'm not one to kiss and tell." Damon responded
coyly.

	"Ah, hell. You're no fun. I'll call him up and tell him I ran into
you and I'll be able to tell anyway."

	"So if Josh isn't here then who'd you bring, Jay? Don't tell me you
showed up without a date. You're a scrappy son of a bitch, but you're not a
spinster yet, are you?"

	"Not yet, buddy. I brought John, my middle son. He's a rookie this
year."

	Damon perked up a little too obviously and I knew Jay wasn't going
to have to wait to talk to Josh to figure out if his buddy and his oldest
had crossed paths during their time at Bellview. Something told me Damon
Washington was going to make it a mission to sample all three of the Conway
boys before his tenure at Bellview was up. Maybe all four if Jay had a say
in it.

	Jay continued. "Nah, between John and Jason, my youngest, I've got
a few more terms here at Bellview yet."

	"You lucky son of a bitch." Damon smirked.

	'Yeah, I may bust my ass all year trying to keep in shape so that
these young studs are still interested in what I have to offer but it's
worth it. Maybe after Jason settles down and is done with this place I'll
finally let myself go. But until then, I figure sacrificing dessert is a
small price to pay for getting my pick of the litter whenever I come back
to this place every year." He flexed his arm to show off his hard work.

	"Modest as always, Jay." Damon laughed. "I look forward to you
introducing me to John." He turned to me. "And who did you bring, Bill?"

	"I brought my son Ben. He's around here somewhere with John."

	"His boy's the hottest fucker in here." Jay muttered to
Damon. "Picture Bill here except not 20 years past his prime. You'll
definitely want to meet Ben Branch. He's a legacy, too."

	"Oh, so he's a legacy?" Damon asked, turning to me again. "Jay, you
didn't mention Bill here was a Bellview King. What year?"

	"93." I replied, blushing.

	"97." Damon replied, sizing me up. "We'll have to talk more later."

	"Well when the two of you have finished measuring your cocks
against one another. . ." Jay interjected, rolling his eyes.

	"Don't worry, Jay. If there was a career achievement award for the
man who managed to get fucked by the most Bellview Kings over the years
you'd win, no contest." I laughed.

	"I guess that's true. There isn't a single Bellview King crowned
within the past 15 years who hasn't gotten a piece of my ass. Managed to
fuck a few of them in return, too." Jay said, feeling a little better. "And
Josh is the reigning winner from last year so that has to count for
something." Jay's eyes circled the room until he locked eyes with someone
from another table. The kid looked to be about 23. He immediately got up
from his table and made his way toward us.

	"Shit." Jay muttered under his breath.

"Mr. Conway, sir." The guy greeted him, shaking Jay's hand.

	"Hey- pal. . ." Jay fumbled, clearly not able to come up with the
young man's name.

	"I just saw you from over at my table and thought I would come by
and say hello. I'm really glad to see you here again, sir." His other hand
had wandered down to his crotch and I don't even think he realized it. The
kid was handsome enough, looking at Jay with admiration in his eyes. If I
didn't know any better I'd say the kid was smitten.

	"Yeah. . . Great to see you too- champ. .  ." Jay stuttered. "Hey,
I hope to see you around."

 	This was just painful to watch. After a few seconds of silence the
poor kid looked over at his table again, but before leaving he added, "Yes
sir. I definitely hope to see you around sometime. I'll look out for you,
sir."

	As he made he was back to his table Jay gave a sigh of a relief.

	"I take it he's not exactly your soul mate, Jay?" I laughed,
locking eyes with Damon who couldn't help but laugh with me.

	"Nah, he's a nice enough kid. He's got a good sized cock on him,
too, but he was a terrible lay. I even let him do me again before we went
home on the last day because I felt sorry for him."

	"Aw, man, you never let them come back for seconds, Jay. Not unless
they're really good. You know that." Damon said sympathetically.

	"What can I say, I was feeling charitable and the kid was itching
to get laid again. I figured I'd help the poor kid out." Jay replied. He
leaned in closely to Damon and whispered. "So tell me, buddy. Was my boy
Josh's hole tight enough for you to come back for seconds?"

Damon's eyes darted to the floor and blushed.

Jay took a sip from his beer and smirked. "Mmm hmm. He's a Conway alright."

"So what about this guy, Jay?" I said, bringing the conversation back to
Jay's charity fuck from last summer.

"He's a nice enough kid. I just wish every kid I gave it up for didn't
instantly fall in love with me and want to wife me up. It happens every
time, the poor suckers."

	"Get over yourself, Jay." I laughed. "Besides, he seems to be doing
pretty okay for himself for the time being." I nodded to the other
table. Jay's charity fuck was currently engaged in an intense lip lock with
an extremely handsome older gentleman at the moment. The kid had his hand
on the older guy's ass and was expertly working him over as they made
out. It seemed the kid had learned a few pointers over the break.

	"I mean, it would be rude of me to not at least let him know which
cabin I'm staying in, right?" Jay said, suddenly having a change of heart,
feeling jealous.

	"You're unbelievable, Jay." I said, shaking my head, laughing.

	"You wouldn't be the first guy to tell me that at Bellview and you
won't be the last." Jay countered, absentmindedly stroking his cock through
his jean shorts.

	At that moment our attention was pulled away from the two love
birds over at the other table to raised voices behind us.

	"Oh, this is going to be good." Damon muttered to us.

	"Shit, this can't end well." Jay replied.

	"What's going on?" I asked them. The two men were engaged in a
heated argument. One of the two was a giant of a man, his classically
handsome features distorted as he talked over the other man who was
obviously furious about something.

	"That's Adrian Clark." Jay whispered to me. "He was King in 89 and
his boy Aaron won the crown the year before Josh did. They're a pretty mean
bunch."

	"How so? If he and his son both won the title they can't be that
bad, can they?" I asked, trying to listen to what the two men were arguing
about.

	"Don't get me wrong, they know how to fuck. Both of them." Jay
admitted, not really surprising me. "Hell, I even voted for Aaron the year
he won. The kid earned it. But they're scumbags, the Clarks. They'll fuck
you and then fuck you over, I like to say. Hell, the kid was still inside
of me two summers ago and tried to take my wallet off of my night stand."

	"You shitting me, Jay?" I asked him in utter disbelief. "Did you
talk to Adrian Clark about it?"

	"Yeah, tell him what happened, Jay." Damon shook his head, teasing
Jay.

	"You bet your ass I did, Bill." Jay replied. "I went over to their
cabin with Josh to give him a piece of my mind."

	"Oh man. What happened?" I asked incredulously.

	"Well. . . It started off heated like this." He nodded his head at
the argument going on between the two men in front of us. "And then. . ."
Jay's eyes looked to the ground. "We started fucking. Again."

	I stared at my old friend in disbelief. "Jay. . ."

	"Spare me the lecture, Bill. I'm not proud of it."

	"But wasn't Josh there, too? What was he doing during all of this?"
I pressed.

	"Are you kidding? Josh was on all fours right next to me. Those
Clark men are that good." Jay shrugged..

	At that moment Adrian Clark and his adversary became more
aggressive.

	"You ruined by boy, Clark!" The other man yelled, clenching his
fists. "He was cherry and he was saving it for me and you took that away
from him!"

	Adrian Clark smirked, towering over the poor man. "And remind me
who your boy was again, Mr. . .?"

	"Dixon!" The other man spat, furiously. "You stole my son's
virginity from me and you didn't even bother to remember his name?"

	"You'll have to forgive me, Dixon, my son and I impact a lot of
people during our stays at Bellview." Adrian Clark replied dismissively.

	"Fuck you, Clark!" Dixon spat.

	"Dad, stop. It's not worth it." A younger man from the crowd
interjected, pulling the smaller man back.

	"Ah, it's all coming back to me." Adrian muttered, eyeing the Dixon
son up and down. "Yes, I think I remember now. If I remember correctly your
boy didn't even put up a fight, Dixon."

	The man tried to break free of his son's constraints.

	"That's right, I think I remember your boy walking up to me on the
last night here and basically begged me to be his first. Said he wanted a
real man to break him in." He smirked as he eyed Dixon up and down. "He
even begged me to cum inside him. And I did. Twice."

	"I swear to god, Adrian Clark. . ." Dixon muttered with rage as his
son pulled him back.

	"I'm in cabin 14." Adrian taunted the pair. "Oh, that's not for
you, old man." Adrian said to the older Dixon male. He turned his attention
to the son. "That's for your son when he decides he wants to give it up for
me again." He walked up to the pair and leaned in closely to the
father. "You never forget the one who broke you in, Dixon. I'll always be
the man your son gave it up for." He patted the man's cheek cockily as he
walked away.

	Dixon tried his best to break free from his son's constraints but
after a while he hung his head down in frustration.

	"That guy is something else. . ." I muttered to Jay and Damon as I
watched Adrian Clark disappear into the crowd.

	"He certainly is." Damon nodded.

	I heard Jay gulp next to me and he had his hand in his shorts
before he realized I had noticed.

	"You've got to be kidding me, Jay." I sighed in disbelief.

	"Again, I'm not proud of it." Jay replied, hanging his head down.

	"Look, you're not letting that jackass fuck you again, understand?
Or his son." I stated, looking Jay in the eye.

	Jay tried to look away from me.

	"Got it?" I repeated.

	"Fine. . ." Jay muttered unconvincingly. He may have agreed out
loud but if slab of rock hard meat running down his leg was any indication,
I'd say Jay Conway was a god damn liar.

	"Ceremony's about to start, fellas." Damon announced, snapping us
back to reality. We made our way back to our seats as everyone around us
did the same. And with that, I anxiously awaited my first Bellview Opening
Ceremony in over 20 years.



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