The Boys at John's House
Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret
Chapter 38
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 38 - 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 spent five days working like I used to before I retired from the rat race. I got up - alone - at 7am, spent an hour or two locked in my office, then I went out to one or more of my new properties. I met with contractors, a few tenants, and a few prospective buyers. I went to an association thing, and a couple committee meetings. I did some paperwork, made some phone calls, wrote some checks, and made some deposits. I came home late, ate some kind of dinner and went to bed around 11pm. I did not swim, golf, play tennis, or fuck.
In short, my week sucked.
The boys stayed out of my way for the most part. When I needed something, I called or intercom-ed and someone got it. When I went out, one of them went with me.
Sunday, about 4:30 or so, I came home from showing a couple units - which sold, luckily - and dropped myself on the living room couch.
I checked my calendar and found three blank days in a row. "Hell." I muttered and dialed Juan. "What's on tap tomorrow?" I asked when he picked up.
"I don't have anything Monday or Tuesday, Boss."
"Fuck." I sighed. "Check with everyone. This is why I need someone taking notes at all times."
"Sure Boss." He said, then hung up.
An hour later, Ivan woke me. "Dinner's ready if you want to join us, Boss."
"Yeah." I got up. "Sure." I couldn't even remember the last time I ate with the boys.
Everyone was at the table, fully dressed - which was depressing - when I got there. Dinner was good, but I was too tired to enjoy it. The boys were unusually quiet as well.
Reality had finally returned and I hated it.
"What time do you want breakfast tomorrow, Boss?" Zane asked. "I thought I'd do something special."
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