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COPYRIGHT 2016; All rights reserved. ***** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***** I am writing this story from different character's perspectives (I will let the reader know which character by denoting this with ********), to give reader's insight into each character -- what they are experiencing -- thinking -- as the story develops. Time divisions are noted with '--------'. I'm definitely open to suggestions so do not hesitate to contact me, at Tywaggoner1983@gmail.com (or my old email TWag1983@hotmail.com). I want to THANK everyone who sent me an email of encouragement as well as suggestions. I am sorry for another hiatus ... work, always gets in the way!! As a reminder, Lucas, the central character, is also known as Luke and Nikky (as some of you have been confused, when moving from chapter to chapter). I hope you enjoy Chapter 17 of 'A Family Made'. 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Tyler A Family Made -- Chapter 17 ------ February 2010 "George, I appreciate you setting up the meeting," dull roar of the engines behind me, the G650 in clear skies, "Marc, no problem," George's voice crystal clear on the satellite connection. I had met George Aharonian at a meeting in Asia last month; he has turned out to be a wealth of knowledge and connections. "So, I take it, you and Dr Saitou will meet tomorrow," "Yes, in his office," "Well I believe you will find him quite informative," pausing, "he will certainly be able to lead you in the right direction," "Well, thanks George, I'll call after the meeting," "Great buddy, and ... enjoy Kyoto," I looked at the stack of articles sitting on my lap, and pulled a few that I had earmarked, slowly rereading them. ****** From Lucas' (Nikki) Perspective ***** "Mr Vidarr?, Mr de Gonia?" a young middle eastern man approached, holding a sign, brass name plate etched, 'Iramm' "Yes," nodding, he grabbed our bags, "follow me Sir," Iramm, Luis, and I headed out through the alcove of the private jet terminal on the North side of LIndbergh field. Traffic thinned as we made our way south, turning right onto 75 and Coronado Bridge. Silver shimmers glittered upward from San Diego bay as the mid-afternoon sun beat down ... no clouds, deep blue skies. "About 15 more minutes, " Iramm turned, our eyes meeting in the rear view, "Thanks," nodding, looking back out over the Pacific and toward Point Loma as we made our way down the bridge and into the city of Coronado. Quaint facades quietly changed as the Escalade made its way along Orange Ave, passing the grandeur of Hotel del Coronado, brilliant red spires rising against blue sky ... merging onto Silver Strand Blvd; waves crashing to my right, Glorietta Bay emerging on the left ... passing Glorietta Bay Park; sculpted silhouettes ... Navy Seals in group formation running along the beach. Slowing then left turn as we made our way to the Coronado Bay Resort. Pleasant smiles and nods as Luis and I were escorted through the stunning entry hall, stairs framing the pool area and San Diego Bay, to our suite. The presidential suite sits on the edge of the property, its balconies with unimpeded bay views. I looked at my watch; good, two hours before we meet with the shoot director and lead video guy. Butterflies ... "Hey bebe," Luis wrapped his arm around me, "nothing to worry about," "Yeah," shaking my head, "can't shake the butterflies dude," "Well, go outside and sit for awhile," he smiled, "I'll make us a drink," I sat on the balcony as cool breezes rippled along my tee; ... 74F, a perfect day in Coronado ... bare feet on ledge, framing the bridge. Luis brought out stiff Vodka sodas with just the right amount of lime ... dozing as pelicans squawked gobbling up the latest catch, 'Ding' lashes fluttered, sunlight harsh, "Lucas, we'll meet you and Luis in your room," Aaron texted, "OK dude, time?" "7p" "k" Aaron was the shoot director; he was bringing Erich the lead camera guy, to discuss the shoot tomorrow. "hey, Kalie left the clothes for the shoot. master closet," "k" "have the red speedo on," "k" "want Erich to see," Rolling my eyes, "yea," ":-)) LMAO" Luis warned me about Aaron, but thinks he's harmless. Had to chuckle though, knowing his wife and kids had no clue as to what Aaron preferred ... very young, athletic men. When Luis introduced us, Aaron was dressed in tight fitted jeans, white linen shirt and pennies without socks; wife busy with a blond toddler who was obviously bored to tears ... his eyes widening then sliding along my body, salivating. Aaron had made love to Luis on more than one occasion before he met dad ... guess he is quite the stud in bed ... one of the few guys Luis allowed inside him, raw ... one of the very few to have their seed become part of him. "Well, better get ready Lucas," Luis began, "show them some skin now and things will go smoother at the shoot," a mischievous smile, I flushed, looking at Luis, "yeah," Luis got up and stood behind me, finger brushing against my cheek, "I'll look after you," kissing me on the back of the head, "don't worry," "yeah," "just remember what I told you," "yeah," pausing, "ok," I definitely felt the flush, "it will be fun Lucas," Luis whispered in my ear, "just relax and enjoy it," I slowly got up, stripping my jeans and tee off, making my way to the master bath. Fingers of steam slipping past me as I focused the shower head ... pounding warmth on my back. Slowly I soaped, washing ... eyes closed, Marc's strong arms around me ... cock growing ... Marc's breath in my ear, his thick meat pining against my bud ... tingle; hand slowly working balls. God I miss you babe; one more week then home ... I can't wait. I wonder where he is ... somewhere over the Pacific. Marc's essence filling my entire being as I, slowly, dried ... cock pulsating; trickle of nut juice slipping out ... a strand. ****************** Jesse's Perspective *************** "Jess, concentrate on the altitude," Bric's baritone filling my headphones, "10.3" (10,300 feet) "Airspeed?" "110" "Good," Bric's hand on my thigh, gently rubbing,"now we're ready for some adverse yaw," Adverse yaw is the tendency for an aircraft, particularly at lower speeds to roll in a direction opposite of a turn ... or yaw. I had handled quite a bit on the simulators, but not over mountainous terrain ... ascending thermals accentuated adverse yaw -- precisely why Bric chose this. The thought behind flying trainers was to ingrain the reflexes you need, so you automatically handle this in any future equipment. Today we had about a 20 knot headwind. "Okay, want you to turn to 155," Slowly I began, applying rudder as the ailerons shifted; moderate buffeting ... air reverberated underneath us, "easy," Bric encouraged, as my hand gently allowed the yolk to return, "watch your airspeed," my hands engaging the power simultaneously, "good, very good," as the aircraft normalized, completing the turn. "Okay, now turn to 178," This time, I slightly delayed the rudder until I felt the air stiffen then slowly applied, the aircraft responding with minimal shudder, "Very good," Bric grinned as his hand slipped further up my thigh, "a natural, baby ... doing well," "Now, descend to 9.8 and turn to 87", My fingers fondled the throttle, slowly bringing it forward ... stomach lifting, altimeter receding; slow turning as the 172S responded, rudder ... yolk adjustment, rudder ... easing our way to 87 as we leveled off right at 9.8. "Yeah," Bric encouraging, "very very nice," We continued doing S-figures then figure of 8's, both in ascend and descend, until I nailed it each time; the thermals beginning to flutter about us as the sun warmed the edge of the Cascades below. Late morning, Bric signaled and we made our way to Lynden, touching down around 10am. We'd been flying since 6:30a, having left Seattle early that morning after a thorough preflight check. I looked back, my duffle buckled into the seat; Bric's wedged on top. Yeah ... balls tingling ... gonna slowly make love tonight; just us in a remote motel ... totally being, his. We had a quick bite at the small food stand, talking about yaw, Bric catching my eye from time to time, looking down at my ass, knowingly ... prop wash causing the window to creak as we finished. "How bout we head East and play in the thermals?" "Sure," looking over at Bric, his smile wide, "Then, we can come back and get an early start on the room," "mmmm, yeah," growling, "gonna hit the head," I said as we made our way to the tarmac, "after you," Bric chimed in, changing course. I entered the small cinder block family bathroom, Bric slipped in, closing the door. As the bolt fell into place, Bric's hands cupped my ass, hot tongue meeting mine ... hardness pushed against me. Effortlessly, I unzipped Bric's jump suit, sliding down ... warm wet on lips, prenut tingling ... slipping down my throat ... moan reverberating off cinder block ... fullness, Bric's cock hitting the back of my throat; hands sliding down muscled thighs. Slowly I backed up, spit slick on meat, then down, head deep in throat, 'Ssslllpppp' lips adjusting ... thickness, veins bumping along my lips, 'SUUUUUP' head back of throat, 'Sssllpppp' 'SUUUUUP' 'Sssllpppp' 'SUUUUUP' 'Sssllpppp' 'SUUUUUP' 'Sssllpppp' 'SUUUUUP' "uuuuuuuuhhhhhh" echoed off cinder blocks, 'Sssllpppp' 'SUUUUUP' 'Sssllpppp' 'SUUUUUP' 'Sssllpppp' 'SUUUUUP' strong hands pulling up on my head ... rising ... Bric quickly undoing my zip, large hands slipping around my ass, kneading ... "I want y o u," nibbling on my ear, thumb dropping between my cleft, "want to make sweet love to you," "Yeah babe," my flight suit dropping, wet patch growing on my g-string, "aaaahhhhhh," Bric's tongue slipping into my 'g', sucking my cock fully in, surge of prenut ... Bric swallowing ... eye's locked into mine, 'Well you done done me and you bet I felt it ...' Bric's phone chirped Jason Mraz, Bric reached into his flight suit, pulling out a small pink phone; Tracie had given this to him several weeks ago for updates; she was due any day now. I had to smile ... what an appropriate song, "Hi babe, we just landed," Bric winking at me, hand muting his voice, "yeah, in Lynden," face changing, "a little over an hour," brow furrowed, "call the Carmichael's, have them take you in now," I wrapped my arms around Bric, his fingers slowly playing, circling my navel, "I'm sure its fine, just normal contractions," Bric kissed my forehead, "we'll head down after refuel," nose nuzzling, "about an hour and a half," quietly kissing my hair, "OK babe, see ya there,". Bric drew me close, "well babe, a little change of plans," "Tracie's in labor?" "Yeah probably, she started having some bad contractions about an hour ago," "You worried?" "Naw, this is number three, she'll be fine," zipping his flight suit ... fingers lingering, playing on his chest, I walked over to toilet, stream full, emptying my bladder. Looking over at Bric, I arched my eyebrow, "Naw, just came in here for you babe," Quietly I zipped my flight suit then washed my hands, Bric leaning in kissing my ear, "I'll make it up to you babe," smiling at me in the mirror, "you both are my girls," winking, "I know," smiling back, "and I love it" "yeah, me too," I fueled the 172S while Bric did a walk around then paid our bill while filing a flight plan; Seattle was getting fog and we had to get back; we'd be on instruments for most of the ride ... definitely for approach. I let him take the left seat; buckling into the right. Quickly completing our preflight checks, we headed toward the runway and were airborne shortly thereafter; Bric adjusting the engine mixture while I talked to control and finished our departure turn. Bric pushed the 172S so we were smoothly sailing back toward SEA at 9000 feet and 130 knots. ********** Bric's Perspective ********************* Jesse and I changed clothes in the pilots lounge at the school. We quickly headed out to the parking lot. A cold gentle mist descended on us as we parked, the stately spires of Swedish Hospital rising against a cold gray sky. Jesse pulled his hoodie up, as we scurried toward the front entrance; heading past the reception desk I pushed the 'up' button on the main elevator ... doors opening, we boarded; just the two of us as I pushed '5' and the doors closed. I held Jesse as the elevator rapidly ascended, our mouths opening in sync as the pressure changed, "I love you babe," voice a whisper as the doors began to part, 'Dr Morris, NICU, STAT' overhead as we made our way through the waiting area; Milton Carmichael rose to greet us, "How's our girl?" "She's doing well, Chris," hand encircled my lower neck, "the doctor is in there now ... Mary's watching Chase and Morgan ," pausing, "but I think you should see her," dropping his voice, "there's some bleeding but the doctor said everything looks good so far," eyes meeting mine, twinkling, "epidural's already in, so she's comfortable," "Great," grabbing his shoulder, "have the folks been called?" "Yes," Milt reassuringly, "everyone's been notified and both sets of folks expect calls as soon as there's information," "Thanks Milt, I really appreciate this," "Chris, no worries, Mary and I will always be there for the two of you," Smiling, I walked over to Jesse, "lets get your and my ID bracelets" "yeah," Jesse stood, walking with me to the desk, "Mr Fuller," the pert blond receptionist taking my ID, "and this is a very close member of my family," Clicking then more clicking, then a printer started, "Jess, they'll need your ID," "Mr Vidarr?" the pert blond asked Jesse, "Yes ma'am," Clicking then more clicking, then a printer started, The blond tore a few things, then pushed a signature pad in front of us, "first you Mr Fuller then you Mr Vidarr", As we signed, she clicked two more times on the keyboard, "To remind you, you must have this bracelet on at all times," she held up two bracelets, "no one can get in or out of the labor and delivery area without it,". Jesse put his bracelet on while I clicked mine into place, "bar code" the blond went on, "swipe it over there," pointing to a unit by the double doors,"and it will let you into the labor reception," pausing, "one at a time so it records your entry," she cautioned, "make sure to inform the unit secretary which room you'll be in," clicking a few buttons she looked up, face softening, "your wife's in 504," Nodding I thanked her. Jesse and I went up; I swiped my bracelet and the doors opened; the rich hues of wood greeting me. I could hear the doors click as Jesse swiped his card, the doors giving. "Lets check on Tracie," "Sounds good bay ... Bric," his voice lowered, "then I'll get us some coffee," "okay," our eyes meeting as I opened the door to 504, "How's my girl?" Tracie looking up, eyes meeting mine, "Good babe," she shifted, "the epidural helps," "Heard there's some bleeding, everything OK?" "Yeah babe, Dr Gillhouse is watching it, spotty now," she glanced at the baby monitor, heartbeats filling the room, "so far, so good," her hand running along belly, resting on top, "Hi Mrs Fuller," Jesse chimed in, "Hi Jesse, sorry about pulling you two away from the plane," sheepish grin, Jesse blushing, Looking toward me, "I'll get us some coffee Capt Fuller," turning to Tracie, "can I get you something?" "No I'm fine," Tracie replied, as I sat on the bed, her hand wrapping around my waist, "Thanks Jesse," he paused by the door, "two big squirts of cream," Jess's lips curling upward as the door closed, **************** Jesse's Perspective ******************* I sat out in the main waiting area, talking to Milt. Tracie had begun to bleed more and Bric was concerned; the doctor was going to make a decision soon about whether or not to go in. Milton and I talked for a while about me ... how I met the Fullers, my flying, aspirations. I was getting hungry. "hungry?" "yeah, I could use something," "let me check with Capt Fuller, see if he wants to get a bite with us," "good idea, you never know how long these things will take," I made my way down to 504, gently knocking before pushing on the door handle, "Capt Fuller?" "hi Jesse," Bric stood, kissing Tracie on the forehead, "how are things?" "good, huh babe?" Tracie nodding, "we're gonna get a bite to eat," I began, "do you guys want anything?" Tracie shook her head, "thanks Jesse, I'm good," turning to Bric, "honey, why don't you go and get a bite," smiling, "I'm not going anywhere," Bric hesitated, "hon, but what if they want to take you back," "then I'll call you," Tracie looking small in the large bed; Bric kissed her, lingering, then came over, "okay, we need to make this quick, Dr Gillhouse said he'd let us know if she'll need a c-section," Nodding my head, "yeah, we'll be quick," **** Lucas' (Nikky) Perspective ***** The speedo fit me just right; in fact, too right. I turned looking in the mirror, top just shy of the top of my ass crack, defining my cleft; outline of cock head noticeably left, treasure trail swirling under the front. Hmmm, tan did look good ... glad our yard was well hidden; the hours sunbathing had paid off ... no lines, anywhere. The door chime started, bars of the Cambridge Quarters (Westminster Chimes) surrounding me. I walked to the door, looking through the peep hole, then, opening the door, "aaaah" backward rush of air ... Erich's eyes sliding down my body, "hi Lucas," Aaron reaching for my hand, "hey guys, come in," Erich's hand brushed along the back of my ass, haphazardly as the door closed, our eyes meeting as I turned, fingers resting on my crotch ... flushing ... "you guys want anything to drink?" "uh," Erich stammered, "yeah, beer," "vodka soda," Aaron easing Erich into the living room. I went into the kitchen and pulling a Heineken, 'sssSSSST' cap off, I poured two fingers of Grey Goose over several large cubes, completing it with a splash as I kicked the fridge door closed; Erich and Aaron sitting on the sofa as I delivered their drinks, "You?" Erich looked at me, "Oh, I'm good, Luis and I had one before you guys got here," watching as he took a long gulp beer, his cock, full, outlined firmly on his right thigh, Aaron began explaining how the days shoot would go tomorrow, occasionally hitting Erich's leg ... Erich, trance-like as he'd respond; Aaron continuing. We'd meet for makeup and hair down on the first floor, then would take a short ride to the site, just South off Seacoast Drive ... on the private beaches of Seacoast Estates. We'd do swimsuit first, followed by several clothes lines, then catch the midmorning sun, more swim suit pics just before some water pics; the idea was to show off the swim suits in an active environment. Luis joined us, smiling at me as I looked him over. Luis had changed into a speedo as well ... dark blue ... his bare feet splaying on the marble floor. Aaron turned, gaze directly on Luis' ass then slowly migrating upward. "Here, let me show you the layout," Aaron rose, me following; Erich close behind me, followed by Luis. We went to the dining room table. Aaron laid out papers, and I leaned in, "Jesus, you're beautiful," Erich's voice behind me, the heat of his crotch warm against my leg. "Quite a master piece isn't he," Aaron turned, "will photograph really well," "Yeah dude," Blushing I turned; Erich drawing me in with his eyes, capturing every line. Snapping my finger, "dude," Erich flush as his eyes met mine, "Sorry Lucas," rubbing his eyes, "you are so ... fucking ... beautiful," "Thank you Erich," I nudged his shoulder, my bare foot grazing against his ankle, "I'll take that as a compliment," his crotch now very full, linger of my eyes in his, then slowly migrating to his crotch ... smile, turning, "Sounds pretty straight forward Aaron," looking back to Erich, "I'm sure you guys will help me through it," "Definitely," Erich's voice, low, "It will be a breeze Lucas," Aaron's finger slipped along my back, hand gently grasping my cheek, "Yeah," cock growing, obvious in the scant speedos, "sure," **************** Jesse's Perspective ******************************** Bric had baked chicken, Milt a hamburger, and I fried chicken. Pretty good fare for hospital food. 'Well you done done me and you bet I felt it ...' Mraz singing from Bric's pocket, "Hey babe," "Now?, Babe are you? ..." Bric's voice quivering, "OK, be right up," 'Dr Gillhouse, Labor and Delivery, S-T-A-T' "I gotta go, Tracie's bleeding," Bric's chair scraping as he stood, I jumped up, as Milt grabbed the trays, "go up boys, catch me when you know what's happening,". Bric stood by the elevator, eyes pleading as the numbers ticked, 4... 3.... 2.... 1, 'DING, Ground Floor', door parting, people shuffling into the hall; Bric and I got in, Bric stabbing at 5. Doors closed. I slipped into Bric's arms, "Its gonna be OK hon," "Yeah babe, I know," big sigh, "just want to be there," "I know," pausing, "you go in, let me know what's going on," "definitely" Bric rushed out of the elevator, doors parting as he swiped his wrist band; a nurse whisking him off toward the back as doors closed. -------------------------------------- Milt and I sat together in the 'inside' waiting room, watching the clock tick. Half hour, Hour, Hour and a half. Checking at the desk, the receptionist said she'd check. We sat for a while longer. I had to get up, it was too much waiting. I went out, just walking for a while. I looked outside, the sun was contemplating retirement. I walked back inside. "Any word?" as I sat down, "Nothing," Milt shaking his head, "nurse said she'd go back and find out,", "Well, I'm sure she's in good hands," hand on my shoulder, "all we can do is pray son," I nodded; heart fluttered ... mouth, dry ... what Bric must be going through back there. Milt called Mary; kids were already bathed, she would spend the night with them. As Milt finished his call, Bric appeared, "Eli's doing well, Tracie's in recovery," Bric looked at Milt and then me, "she was bleeding, bad. Dr Gillhouse said that if he hadn't made the decision to c-section, things would not have been good," his brow furrowing for the second time today, lower lip quivering, "they both would have ... d.. died," Milt hugged Bric as I approached, slipping my arm around him. Misty eyed, Milt said, "well, the good Lord helped us out tonight," we all nodded agreement, "Okay boys, if all is well, I'm gonna head home," turning to Bric, "Mary brought the boys to our house. Has everything under control, as usual. Chase and Morgan are sound asleep," glancing over, "hey Jesse, do you need a ride home?" Bric glanced quickly at me shaking his head, "you know Milt, thanks but I left my flight manual over at Jesse's. Gonna need that tomorrow, so, " pausing, " I can drive him home. Doc said that Tracie needs rest so I'll check on her then we'll head out," "Sure Chris?," Milt tilted his head, "naw, you go on. I'll take Jesse home, pick up my manual, and head back," "Okay," Milt headed toward the doors, "call me if you need anything, promise?" "Promise," The doors closed and Bric leaned in, "come on, lets go to Tracie's room," me following; Bric closed the door, sweeping me up in his arms, "I wanted you with me sooooo much babe," tears streaming down his cheeks, "so close to losing her," shaking his head, "and all I wanted was to hold you," lips quivering, "for you to be there with us," pausing, "just the three of us," I held Bric tight, wetness on my chin as he leaned in, our lips meeting ... tongues twirling ... cocks pressed together, "I love you Jess," "and I love you Bric," the reality hitting me, eyes welling, "I never want to be without you," "Or me, you," tears streamed down chiseled cheeks, "oh Jess, am I being selfish," "shhh" I whispered, looking up into his eyes, "Tracie and you," Bric's lips quivered, "and me," Slowly we danced in the quietness of Tracie's room, holding each other. Finally, "Babe?" "yeah," eyes meeting, "wanna see Eli?" "yeah," Bric's eyes twinkling, his hand grazed my cheek. We made our way down the hall, swiping our bands ... the doors opening, then closing, then opening, then closing. "wow, he's beautiful," the nurse holding a bundle of baby boy up to the window, "yeah, babe," Bric's arm encircling me as the nurse turned to place Eli back in his bassinet., "he belongs to you too babe, as much as to me," my arm slipping around his, "and Tracie". We stood there for awhile, alone in an empty hallway, gazing at Eli as his little fingers curled, mouth sucking, "he's beautiful Bric," "mmmmmm," "mmmm what?" looking up, "I want to make a baby with you Jess," hand tightened around my side, "so very much," ------------------------------------------------------ We drove quietly, fingers interlocked; nose nuzzled into Bric, his scent filling me, eyes closed ... thinking about today, flying this morning ... then back in Seattle ... the hospital ... not knowing how Tracie was ... worried ... Bric's embrace in Tracie's room; his tears mingling with mine as we danced ... in silence. The muted whir of the garage door brought me back, as Bric maneuvered the car into position; the door slowly closing behind us. We stepped out and made our way into the house; the smell of crayons, little boys, Campbell soup with grilled cheese admixed with lemon pine sol ... greeting us. Smiling, "Mary is awesome," turning to me, "guess she cleaned," We made our way up the stairs, Bric's shirt hitting the floor as we entered the master bedroom. Light on ... bed unmade; Bric turning, undoing my shirt ... skin tingling as he lifted me; tongue probing, cock straining against him. Bric lay me on the bed, carefully undressing me, pushing a pillow under the small of my back ... lithe body slowly exposed as he undressed ... my legs rising, heat between us as Bric descended, body on mine, "I love you Jess," "L o v e y o u," lips together, slow probing ... tasting him, feeling his wetness, hard against my belly, "I need you Jess, sooo bad," Bric's fullness sliding down, prenut spraying ... wetting my bud ... quivering, 'SPLAT' spit hitting hand, 'SLLLK' lubing his shaft, 'SPLAT' 'SLLK' ' SPLAT' SLLLK' Pressure, lots of intense pressure ... Bric's cock pushed against my pussy lips ... relaxing, wanting ... so wanting him deep inside me, "Uhhhhhhhhhh," my voice distant on the wall as Bric entered me, his shaft sliding all the way inside, "uuh uuuh uuuuhhh," cunt spasming, feeling ... so very very full; Bric's smell surrounding me, arms sliding, pushing my legs up ... totally his, Bric slowly retreated, cunt massaging his fullness, every vein etched inside my head, "ooohhh baabbbee", 'FFFFWWWMMMMMPPPPPP' Bric fully rooted, large fertile balls slapping against me, 'FFFWWMMMMPPPPPP' my body pressed, face pushed into pillow ... Tracie's scent .... 'FFFFWWWWWMMMPPPPP' "ah babiieeee," baritone breath caressing my face, 'FFFFWWWMMMMMPPPPPPP' "my sweet sweet Jessss," 'FFFFFWWWWMMMMMPPPPP' full, my balls tingling ... prenut forced out, legs gripping Bric's hips, 'FFFFFWWWWWWMMMMMPPPPPP' 'FFFWWWWWMMMMMPPPPP' sweat dripping, salt on tongue, 'FFFFWWWWMMMPPP' 'FFFFWWWWMMMPPP' 'FFFFWWWWMMMMPPP' Bric owning me, 'FFFFWWWWMMMPPP' 'FFFFWWWMMMPP' 'FFFWWWWMP' 'FFFWWMMMP' 'FFWWWMMP' 'FFWWWMMMP' Bric's eyes rolled back, mouth open, 'FFFWWWMPP' 'FFFWWMMP' 'FFFWMMMP' legs pulled back, Bric picking up speed, 'FFFWWWMMP' 'FFFWWWMMP' 'FFFWWWMMP' FFWWWMMP' 'FFFWWMMP' 'FFFWWMMP' 'FFWWMMP' 'FFWWMMMP' cunt spasming, wetness between us, 'FFFWWMMMP' 'FFWWWMP' 'FFWWMMP' scent of Bric, Tracie and me ... surrounding us, 'FFFWWWMMP' 'FFWWMMP' 'FFWWMMP' 'FFWWMMP' "AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWGGGGGRRRRRRRR" Bric exploding ... heat, wet ... surging deep inside me, 'WWWOOOOSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH' swirling wet heat, 'WOOOOOSSSHHHHHHHHHHH' Bric grunting ... his weight fully on me, "WOOOOOSSSHHHHHHH" "WOOOOOSSSHHHH" "WOOOOOSSHH" fertile seed forced deep, making me ... his, "WSSSH" "WSSH" Bric's cock expanding with each stream; ass clenched beneath my feet, "Wssh" "wsshhh" Bric's chest heaving against mine ... arms encircling me ... "I love you Jess," tongue slipping along my ear, "I love you babe," ***************** Nik's Perspective ***************** "hey hon, trip go well?" "Luis, couldn't ask for smoother," "You sound tired babe," "A little," muted lavender and orange slivers flickered along the windshield as I pulled into the drive, the final remnants of sunset, "just getting home now," "Miss you sweets," Luis' voice, distant, "Yeah babe, me too," phone slipping to shoulder as I pushed the button ... door slowly opening, "wish I were coming home to you," "Awww babe," cooing, "I can't wait," "mmmmm, can't imagine," feeling my cock pushing against my leg, "Tiamo," ('I love you') "ti voglio tanto bene," ('love you very much') "mmm babe, I've taught you well," "y e s you have," tingle in my balls ... cock leaking, "well babe, gotta go, Lucas is meeting the director and camera lead," pausing, "they're in the other room ... alone," "k babe, be safe," engine fading,"love you," "love you," I slowly opened the car door. I love that man so much ... can't imagine a day without him. Luis will be gone for the week, ending in Honolulu with Lucas for the final photo shoot. I smiled; my little boy was now rapidly approaching manhood. This gig meant so much to him; his chance for exposure. Grabbing my flight bag, I hung it over the roller board and made my way up the steps. Crisp night air nipped at me as I fumbled for the keys. "I'll have to check that light," I thought as I made my way inside, "thought I left it on," I pushed the wall panel ... soft lights greeted me, the kitchen appearing in the under lighting. I flipped through mail on the counter, then made my way up the stairs. Just want a shower and bed. As I entered the master bedroom, I smelled Luis. Sweet Luis. A picture of us in Hawaii next to the bedside lamp; a small note stuck to it, 'miss you so much baby, can't wait to be in your arms xoxox' Mmmm. Cock throbbed. Yeah babe, I'm gonna devour you ... kiss and lick every part of you. My finger slipped along my cock head ... tingle of prenut hitting my tongue. I made my way to the bathroom, flipping on the shower. As I finished washing my face, wisps of steam crept past the glass. Humid warmth surrounded me as I lathered, washing the entire trip off me ... God is was good to be home ... my own shower ... my own bed. Balls tingled as I finished rinsing; I need Luis ... badly. I stepped out, drying myself ... slowly, picking up Luis' cologne, sniffing the top. Mmmmm, I'm going to slowly make love to him ... knowing every part ... every touch ... every sound .... every smell. I wrapped the towel around me turning the bathroom lights out; sitting on the edge of the bed, flicking through the channels, I heard the familiar opening of 'Seinfeld' ... good, some intelligent humor; always a good pick. Mmmm, craving a cold one and maybe some chips. I got up, dimming the lights; entering the hall, I noticed Lucas' door was closed; turning the hall lights on I made my way down. On the door, a small post-it: 'Uncle Nik. Locked out. Long story. Long, L-O-N-G day w Bric Hope u don't mind crashed here Jess' I quietly opened the door. Jesse was on Lucas' bed, asleep ... left leg lifted, arms around an overstuffed pillow ... naked ... beautiful ass on full display ... chest slowly rising and falling, light catching fine blond hairs, Cock swelling I approached the bed, Jesse's ball sac coming into view. Fuck. Glistening ... a thin trickle of nut, slipping along his sac, pooling on the comforter cover. Fuck. I leaned in, towel dropping to the floor. Balls heavy, meat throbbing. Inhaling, my nose grazed his orb ... tongue slipping along his ball sac ... tingle in throat ... meat throbbing; tasting Bric. Hands trembling, I parted his cleft; puffy rosebud pulsing ... nut oozing. I thrust my tongue into him ... pulse of nut ... warm, tingling in the back of my throat ... swimming fertility. The aroma of pussy and semen filled me ... meat straining; spray of prenut as I positioned myself over Jesse. "uuugggggg," feeling his cunt lips part, my head surrounded by warmth, nut oozing around me ... slowly advancing, feeling the wet velvet of his love chute, pulsing, separating ... Jesse grunting under me, "f u c k b a b y," breath in his ear, fully rooted. Hot wetness gurgled around my shaft as I swelled, tingle ... my prenut sprayed deep inside him ... seed merging, joining Bric's. The smell of cum and teen pussy swirled around, I slowly retreated, warm wetness following, then, 'SWWWWSHHH' rooting again, gurgle of heat swirling around me, Jesse grunting. Slow retreat, balls heavy, dropping ... cock swelling, tingling ... prenut pulsing, 'SWWWWSHHH' rooting again, gurgle of heat, 'SSlllipp' retreat, 'SWWWWSHHH' root, gurgle, 'SSlllippp' retreat, 'SWWWWSHHH' root, gurgle, 'SSlllippp' retreat, 'SWWWWSHHH' root, gurgle, 'SSlllippp' retreat, twin bed rocking as I picked up rhythm, 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' gurgle, 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' gurgle, 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' gurgle. balls HEAVY, meat swelling, 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' gurgle, 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' gurgle, 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' gurgle, making love to Jesse on Lucas' bed, 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' gurgle, 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' 'SWWWSHH' 'SSlllppp' gurgle, balls boggy, pressure building, prostate enlarging, DEEP DEEP pressure, "AAAWWW s w e e t FFFuuucckkkkk," 'FWOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHHH' heat surging, seed releasing, 'FWWWWOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHH' deep hot gurgling ... Jesse's cunt rhythmically contracting, sucking it in 'FWWWWOOOOSSSSHHHHH' 'FWWWOOOOSHHH' 'FWWWWOOOOSSSHH' five days of nut violently erupting, swimming fertility pushing Bric's seed deeper, mingling, swirling ... swimming 'FWOOssh' 'Fwoosh' 'ffwooosh' Jesse moaning, cunt pulsating ... sucking seed, deeper I collapsed, drawing my arms around Jesse ... gentle rising and falling ... chest under me; the smell of our union and Bric, heavy ... kissing the softness of his ear ... meat slowly retreating, slipping warmth as pussy lips kissed cock head, OUr seed swimming ... mingling ... Jesse, Ours. Jesse shifting, as I drew him close. Slowly drifting ... sleep.