The Boys at John's House
Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret
Chapter 54
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 54 - 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
It would be fair to say Yann's family owned the biggest inn in town. It would also be fair to say they owned the only inn in town. Yann's great-to-the-nth grandfather bought a small house next to the small house he lived in and rented it to travelers. Every successive generation had bought another attached piece of property. They were a whole clan of real estate assholes. Just my kind of people.
They let nine of the thirteen buildings by the room or house and by the day or week. The whole property was on a small cliff right on the pink sand beach that was Brittany's claim to fame.
The boys had known more about this trip than I did and, in honor of our location, the color of the day was pink. Yann and the twins looked a little fem, but Ivan and Sean somehow managed to be dead butch.
Yann's family was friendly enough. Most of his siblings spoke English, although his parents did not. Yann introduced us as his employer and co-workers.
They all looked the boys over disapprovingly. Seven guys, dressed in pink, all of them looking easy-access fuckable. I saw his brother and sister exchange a look with their mother. There was an exchange of French - and then an exchange in another language. Yann was clearly in the middle of it.
Then, suddenly, another sister jumped up. "Ok! Let's get you all settled into your rooms, oui?" She gestured to a pair of young ones. "Anton, Bridgette, take their bags."
"Hey, no problem." Ivan ruffled the kid's hair. "We can take our own." But there was enough for everyone to take something as we trouped out.
"Yannik only booked two rooms, but I think we have others free for the night." The sister said. "Let's go to the office and -"
"Two rooms are fine." I cut her off. "Thanks."
She stopped walking and looked at us. She seemed to take in the way the boys were dressed. She called the kids and told them something in the language I didn't recognize.
"Aw! But Marie -" they started, but the look she gave them did not need translation. They put the bags down and headed back in the direction from which we came, pouting.
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