The Boys at John's House
Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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 was the usual crowd making the usual speeches about market recovery and big picture planning. Richard Lathe talked me into giving a class for the Association on knowing when to say 'no'. Marti Holbrooke asked for my advice on a foreclosure and told me to bill her for it. I smoozed a bit, lied and promised to keep in touch, and pretended that I was considering getting back in the game.
Really, I was enjoying everyone's reaction to my blatantly sexual relationship with Yann.
"So, Yann," Tracey Greene - another Real Estate fag - sipped his mimosa and tried not to seethe with jealousy. "Are you an Agent too?"
"No." Yann was enjoying himself far too much. "I'm in, well, you could call it engineering and, um, maintenance." He stroked my arm. "I do use a lot of tools."
"Subtle." Tracey huffed. "Well. I hope John gets a lot of use out of you." He turned and found someone else to annoy.
"That was too easy." Yann chuckled. "I don't know what Ivan's problem was. I'm having a blast."
"Ivan was trying to have a little decorum and remember that I'm trying to to squeeze some of these jackasses for money."
"No sense of humor." Yann shook his head. "Probably what caused the fall of the Soviet Union."
"Thank God at least one of you boys has his head on straight." I teased. "Hey, where the hell did Juan get to?"
Yann shrugged. "He was talking to a short blonde woman."
Probably Kathy-with-a-K, the association secretary. They spent a lot of time together, coordinating calendars. Actually, I suspected that Kathy had a crush on Juan; she was always just a little too helpful when he called.
A few minutes later, the elevator opened and Juan and Kathy - along with a few other people - emerged. I waved my admin over and handed him a mimosa. "Take a break, baby. Greedy over here is trying to start trouble."
"Ay, Papi! He's always causing trouble."
"Pots and kettles." Yann quipped. "You should talk."
I caught a reflection in a mirror to my right. "Knock it off, boys." I took a step to my left and considered what I was seeing.
The Association President and the Deputy Secretary for HUD were looking a lot cozier than they should. They both kept glancing over their shoulders. They were in the middle of a very public event for a conversation that looked so private. Until I realized that they were in an alcove in the next room - I was at the right angle to see their reflections.
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