The Boys at John's House
Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - John is a middle-age Black man with a large appetite for pretty boy fuck toys. To satisfy his craving, John opens his home to any john he can find. (I'm thinking seriously about making this a shared universe, so if anyone would like to join the group fuck, let me know. For anyone who cares, chapter 128 is where the 'shared universe' idea starts. DSS)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Gay CrossDressing MaleDom Humiliation Interracial Black Male White Male Oriental Male Hispanic Male
When I came into the house, there were raised voices from both the living room and the kitchen.
I started with the kitchen.
Ivan and Juan were arguing in English, Spanish and Russian which made the fight impossible to follow, but gave me a good idea about how pissed they both were.
"BOYS!" I shouted over both of them. "Kill it!" They both looked at me, but they both shut up. "Now, in English only, what the fuck happened. You." I pointed at Ivan.
"We need a programmer for the resume software. Sean's done programming for us before." Ivan shrugged. "Yann was gone for the day."
I nodded. Made sense to me. I pointed to Juan. "What's your beef?"
"He told Sean about the harem."
"He needed to know for the program!" Ivan huffed.
"You didn't even call Papi, es stupido!"
"Juan, stow it! I would have said yes, anyway. They're adults." Despite the yelling I heard when I arrived. "Besides, I doubt Yann and Sean actually broke up."
Ivan looked surprised. "Oh yeah, they did. Big time. After he got here, Sean spent half an hour trying to get me to tell him who Yann was seeing now."
"Really?" Why would Yann have jumped off a stud like Sean to spend his time with an old guy like me?
I didn't have time to contemplate the question. The kitchen door burst open and a still pantsless Yann pulled Sean in.
"Tell him." Yann demanded.
Sean glared at him, then turned to me. "Two days ago, Yanny calls me and tells me 'e doesn't want to see me anymore." I hadn't noticed it before, but Sean had a faintly British accent. "I asked 'im why and 'e just said 'e'd changed 'is mind. I asked if it was someone else and 'e 'ung up on me. Then 'e blocked my mobile number." He whirled back on Yann. "There! Now, who is it?"
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