The Boys at John's House
Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret
Chapter 150
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 150 - 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
I woke up to an annoying buzz and distant voices speaking gibberish. Even with my eyes closed, the room was way too bright.
My head felt like I'd been on a year-long bender and the lights and the buzzing weren't helping. Neither was the gibberish.
I got my eyes to open a bit. Then I tried to figure out what I was seeing. The ceiling was white. The section of wall I could see was white too. There were no white rooms in my house. White rooms are for rentals and vacant houses. I'd had every room painted or papered when I moved in. Plus Yann and Janos had done quite a bit of redecorating.
Unless this was a hospital.
If this were a hospital, and I had a massive head wound, then white walls would make perfect sense. Yann was only my gardener. Janos didn't exist.
I closed my eyes again. I knew it was a dream. I knew it. I was going to have to fire the boys; there was no way I was going to be able to look at them the same way. Then again, maybe not. Dreams fade. I'd probably be over it by the time I was released.
"Izz jews avake?" Someone said. "Open z eyez."
German? Did I go to Germany? That would explain how I thought up the twins. I did manage to pry my eyes open. My vision was blurry. And echoed. There did seemed to be two of them. But there could have been six. But he - or they - were blond and cute. The subconscious is an amazing thing.
I tried to speak and moving my jaw sent spikes of pain through my skull. I also began to notice that it hurt to breathe. In fact, generally, I just hurt.
The German nurse moved away. I closed my eyes again.
Almost immediately, someone was calling my name. "John? John? Open your eyes."
I managed to open them again. This time the one-to-six people over me was a grey-bearded black guy. He voice was still distorted, but it was more English than gibberish.
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