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The Boys at John's House

Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret

Chapter 31

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 31 - 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  

Lunch went well. West and Paul joined us, as did the boys. Dave was still a bit peeved about Lorraine and Andrew, but a grandchild out of wedlock wasn't even a possibility for him.

"Which reminds me, you son of a bitch. Lorraine needs a location for the reception so you're it. It's the first weekend in November."

"Oh hell, Dave, I wish you'd told me that sooner." I quipped. "I'm busy that weekend."

He glared at me. "Asshole." He turned the rest of the table. "He's a complete shithead."

Sean opened my calendar. "Hey Boss, it looks like you're clear that weekend after all." He started typing.

"I'll just go call Ivan and let him know we need caterers." Yann got up from the table and was dialing as he walked.

"Traiters." I muttered.

"So you guys have known each other for a long time." Paul observed.

"My college roommate." Dave lamented. "Four years with that asshole."

"If he was that bad, why didn't you move out?" Paul looked confused.

I laughed and Dave had to chuckle. "College chicks dig a good sob story." I said. "Dave had a brilliant line. 'I'm afraid to go back to my dorm. My roommate harasses me all the time. I don't feel safe there. Can I stay with you?' The number of women who fell for that!" I snickered. "Of course, it worked better when I came over and rubbed his ass in public."

"And you talk about me!" Yann exclaimed.

"Oh he was smooth back in the day." Dave grinned. "I'd be feeling out a girl and he'd come over and rub my chest or something else perverted and ask if I was going back to the dorm soon. And I'd say something like, don't touch me you sick fag, and he'd laugh and walk off. Then I'd look away from the girl and after the second or third time she'd ask what was wrong, I'd confess that the 'fag' thing was bravado and that really I was terrified of the scary black man who wanted to rape me. An hour later, I'd be in her room. Worked damn near every time."

"Wait! You got him laid out of the kindness of your heart?" West smirked. "Paul, if this guy tries to sell you anything, don't buy it."

"Huh?" Paul looked shocked which was not too surprising given we were supposed to be business partners.

"Yeah." Sean spoke up before Paul could. "I don't believe that for minute either. You were getting something."

 
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