The Boys at John's House
Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret
Chapter 79
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 79 - 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
They'd turned my basement into a night club.
My basement had three rooms - a laundry room, what I called the tool room, and the whole rest of the basement. I'd been planning to do something constructive with it for as long as I'd owned the house. But honestly, all it was storage for all the things I'd planned to use at some point.
Anything you could sit on had been pushed against the walls along with anything resembling a table. Everything else was hopefully still somewhere in the house. My old big screen TV was showing what looked to me like video lava lamp. The DJ was playing something that sounded like hypnotic, repetitive, white noise with too much bass. They removed any light source with more light than an unlit candle. A few strings of bride-and-groom shaped Christmas lights made it possible to walk through the room without a stick and a dog.
"Oh. My. God." Yann cornered me. The lights were dim and the music was loud so I doubted any of Lorraine or Drew's friends noticed the way Yann draped himself around me. I'm sure they'd all noticed his micro-mini skirt and thigh-high boots. "Where did you find Vanni? Talk about your Italian stallions!"
"Don't look at me; the twins found him sleeping in the den."
"Lucky brats."
"So, if he's interested, you're voting 'yes'?"
"Hell yes." Yann snickered. Then he switched gears and nuzzled against my neck. "You should check under my skirt, papa."
Who could resist an invitation like than? I knew he was hard, because I could feel it rubbing obtrusively against me. I reached under the back of the skirt and found bare skin - which was nice, but not a complete shock. I passed may hand over his hips and found no straps. Again, very nice. In the front, I found the lump that was pressing against me was his cock and balls captured in a triple ring.
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