Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2023 04:46:37 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: A Year With Mr. Yates 6

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June 1st.

Having gotten up with the sun, Preston went downstairs to clean up the
mess. Last night had been amazing and because of that, he put off the
cleaning up after dinner. Nathaniel was early for dinner because he wanted
to help prep the meal. They talked for a while, laughed a while longer, and
ended up on the couch, finishing a bottle of wine. Halfway through, when
the room was quiet, Nathaniel reached over and took his hand. Nothing
sexual, nothing forced, just took his hand and held it. For an hour. Alone
in the house, Preston started cleaning the kitchen, letting his mind wander
back to the night before and his fantastic time with his dinner guest.

June 9

Last night, Father Marcus Fleming slept on the couch, not in his upstairs
bedroom. As the darkness closed in and the house settled, the quiet was too
much for him bear on his own. Downstairs, where the closeness of the
furniture helped, he found the smaller couch easier to bear than the
king-sized bed. After a shower, the good father dressed and got his day
started.

June 12

At one in the afternoon, Nathaniel signed onto his private channel. Dressed
in light gray briefs, a light gray button-up, black garters, and black silk
socks, he prepared himself. The tie, an Italian blue silk without a
pattern, was knotted tight against his collar. He looked every bit like the
character he built his platform on. With a click of a button, he started
his Live show. BROKER STROKER flashed on the screen, then dropped to the
bottom position. He greeted everyone waiting on him and thanked them. After
a brief explanation of the day's events, he flashed them all a hint of
packed brief, rounded ass, and silk-socked feet. This got everyone's motors
running and his tips started to roll in.

June 13

Father Fleming chose pale yellow briefs under his black pants. They were
very, very brief in the front and the T-back slipped easily between his
asscheeks. As he went about his day, talking to people and running errands,
he felt very sexy in his naughty briefs, even if no one else could see
them. He wore black silk socks with his dress shoes, another extravagance
he should have felt guilty for. However, the sun shone above his head and
things were going well so he refused to let guilt plague him.

Downtown, after finishing his errand, the father got out of his car and
ducked into a men's clothing store. Without any fuss, he picked out several
practical things, and a bright blue pocket square. As he approached the
counter, the handsome young salesperson smiled at him. Flushed, the father
smiled back, then put his things on the counter.

"Haven't seen you in much, father. Been busy?"

Marcus Fleming glanced down at the nametag, then back to his handsome
face. "Dodge. Yes. Yes, I've been busy, Dodge. You know how things can..."
His eyes caught sight of the tufts of hair peeking out from the young man's
collar. "Uh...what was I saying?"

"About being busy," the young man said, his smile still in place.

"Right! Yes! I've been busy with the hair. Chair! Chairs! For the outdoor
concert." He stared into the young man's eyes, deep, soulful
eyes. "How...have you been?"

"Hard, father," Dodge said, taking the man's card. "So...very hard. All the
time. I'm hard right now, father. Behind the counter? Hard."

Father Fleming's mouth came open a bit but he said nothing. Instead, he
kept gazing into those warm eyes, feeling his pale yellow briefs
tighten. Dodge ran the card, then handed it back. When Marcus went to take
it, the boy held onto it.

"That all for you, today, father? Need anything else? Something a little
more...personal, maybe?"

"P-personal?"

Dodge lowered his voice. "It's been a while since you bought anything nice
for yourself. We have some very nice silk socks in and a nice, high-quality
selection of briefs."

Temptation, the father thought, now watching Dodge's lips as they moved.

"I could even use my discount on your purchase," Dodge went on. "If you
wouldn't tell anyone. Are you good at keeping things to yourself, father?"

"I am quite good at it," Marcus said, sliding his card back into his
wallet. "I sort of have to be, in the line of work I do."

Dodge's smile was pleasant but pointed. "I can keep secrets too,
father. I'm very, very good at keeping things to myself."

"Really?" Father Fleming asked, his eyes darting to the hair at the boy's
collar, then back to his eyes. "That's an admirable trait, my
son. Ad...mirable."

After a decadent purchase of three cotton briefs and four new pairs of silk
socks, Father Fleming left the men's store and the beautiful male behind
the counter. Halfway through their conversation, he realized who the boy
was and where he'd seen him before. Getting into his car, the father felt
the heat of the day climbing up into his crotch. That, paired with the heat
he felt from Dodge, made the seat very uncomfortable. Inside his pale
yellow briefs, several beads of sweat ran over his smooth balls.

On the way home, after crossing the old bridge, he decided to pull into a
shady area near the pond and get out. Going around to the front of the car,
he looked out at the water. Thoughts of Dodge still haunted him, both in
the window and behind the counter. The naughty boy with his talk of being
'hard' got to the man in a way few others in this town ever did. It was a
combination of his sweet smile, beautiful personality, and his muscular
shoulders and legs. More than a few times, he saw the young man running
near the town's other church.

The pond looked inviting. However, without a proper suit...

"Whose adorning, let it not be that of outward adorning of plaiting the
hair, and of wearing of gold or of putting on of apparel," the father
muttered, unbuttoning his pants. "First Peter, 3:3."

Seeing nothing shameful in wanting to get cool, he stepped out of his shoes
and pushed his pants down over his hips. After taking them off, he removed
his shirt, then placed each of his socks onto it.  He folded his clothes
and left them on the hood.

Wading into the water felt nice. The rising water cooled his warm skin to a
more comforting degree. In water up to his waist, he felt better than he
had all morning. At half to twelve, most people would be working so he had
the shallow pond to himself, for the time. He waded out a little farther,
enjoying the cool relief.

Having gotten off work almost half an hour early, Dodge went back to his
dorm room and changed into different clothes. He slid on a blue cotton jock
with OCEAN on the waistband in white letters. He loved how it fit his body
and cradled his cock in the pouch.  After, he slipped on some shorts, then
headed out for a run.  Cutting through the center of town, he headed out
along one of the side roads. Taking in the trees, the air, and the sounds
of nature, he ran along the road without a care. He came around a long
curve, then waved at the sheriff, who sat behind the wheel of his
cruiser. Malone waved back, following the boy's meaty ass with his eyes.

Soon, Dodge came upon the exit for the pond and decided to see who might be
down there. Not far down the dirt road, he saw a familiar car, one with a
folded pile of clothes on its hood. Intrigued, he slowed down, then walked
over to the car. That's when he heard splashing coming from the
pond. Surprised, he saw a familiar figure stand up.

Water ran down the planes of Father Fleming's trim, fit body. His eyes fell
on the handsome young man in the short red shorts. Swirls of dark hair,
damp from sweat, curled in around his wide nipples. They looked at one
another, the father and this beautiful boy. The tight, t-back briefs
outlined the father's aroused cock and full balls. He was sure, as he
walked a few feet toward the shore, the young man could see his
excitement. His heart sped up as he eased in closer to the bank. He saw the
healthy bulge in Dodge's shorts and remembered what he'd said back at the
store about being 'hard' behind the counter.

"Good day for a swim, huh, father?"

"Very good." Marcus said, managing a smile. "C-care to join me?"

"Some other day, father. I, uh...have prior commitments."

More dancing in your underwear, Father Fleming thought, picturing it in his
mind. "Maybe, when your schedule opens up, you might be free to stop by my
house...for a meal. Or something."

Dodge came to the edge of the pond. This put him two feet away from the
slender, muscular man in his beautiful, tight, pale yellow briefs. Because
of the slight incline of the shore, he was just a little taller than the
shorter man. This allowed him to touch the man's face without difficulty.

"Name the time, father. I'll make sure my schedule is open."

"It will have to be next month. I have a trip for a charity..."

"Is your phone in your pants?"

"My...phone?" Father Fleming touched the hand on his cheek. "Yes. In my
pants. On the car."

"I'll put my number in your contacts. Text me the date when you know for
sure."

Dodge eased his hand away, then took a few steps back. Father watched him
as he backed up to the car, then took the man's phone from the stack of
clothes. The two men stared at one another for a few long minutes before
the younger smiled. It as a devilish smile, one the good father thought was
incredibly sexy. Dodge hit the camera button, aimed the phone down, and
pulled out his shorts. He took several photos of his bulging crotch and his
OCEAN blue jockstrap. He checked the pictures, picked the best one, and set
it for his number, after putting it in.

"Love your t-back, father," Dodge said, sliding the phone back into the
man's pants. "It hugs your hard cock like a gentle lover."

Father Fleming blushed all the way down to his waist. "Th-thank you," he
stuttered, feeling his cock throb inside his naughty yellow briefs."

Dodge backed away from the car. As he turned to walk down the turn-off
road, he slipped the back of his shorts down. Making sure the father got
the best view of his ass as he left, he broke into a jog back to the main
road.

June 24

Preston finished cleaning at two in the afternoon. As he was putting the
mop away, he heard a knock at the front door. To his surprise, on the other
side of it, was his oldest son's boyfriend. Twenty-three years old, unruly
black hair, trim body, and beautiful, dark skin, Cruz was something to look
at.

"Dodge isn't here. He's running a little late."

"Mind if I wait for him, Mr. C.?"

Pale green shirt, open almost to the navel, white shorts, and sandals. This
was what Cruz decided to cover his body with. Preston glimpsed the hard
muscle of the boy's flat stomach before stepping aside and letting him come
in. He knew, when he closed the door, he'd made a big mistake.

By the time they reached the kitchen, another button on the boy's shirt had
come loose and the hem of Cruz's shorts were inching closer and closer to
the cheek of his ass. Preston followed, his eyes all over the boy and his
hard body. The prominent bulge in the boy's shorts was very distracting
when the boy turned and leaned against the counter.

"Cleaning, huh?" Cruz asked, noticing the open bottles on the counter.

"Things get dirty around here."

"I'll bet they do," Cruz said, pulling at the last button on his shirt. It
came open just as a bead of sweat rolled down the deep crevice of his
pecs. "I'll bet a lot of things get dirty around here, Mr. C."

"What are you doing here, Cruz?"

"Waiting on Dodge." The boy's left hand grazed his crotch. "He said he had
to do something before coming home. I have a good feeling what something's
name is and it's going to take him a while."

"Then, why are you here, if you know he's going to be late?"

Cruz pressed himself into the V of the counter. His shirt slipped off his
shoulders and onto the floor. He was very deliberate in taking hold of the
fastener of his shorts, making sure the man's eyes followed his hand. When
he was sure they did, he popped the button and slid his zipper down. Like a
monster from an old movie, his hooded cock came into slow view. He looked
from his drooling shaft to Preston, who also looked like he might start
drooling.

Preston took in this beautiful creature who let his shorts drop onto his
clean floor. The kid's complexion was dusky with a hint of rose, a warm and
sensual mix for his dark hair and eyes. Both nipples were two shades darker
than his skin and stood tall on his chest. The only hair on his torso
started just under the slit of his navel and continued down to a trimmed
pubic triangle.

Suddenly, for Preston, the open, airy kitchen felt very cramped and tight,
like his shorts.

At that moment, across the street, Nathaniel finished a half-hour edging
session with his BROKER STROKER audience. The double-cum climax would be
the payoff for anybody complaining about his taking the extra time to get
there. He jumped in the shower, determined to ease the ache from his
muscles. While under the warm spray, he pampered his cock, which still
flagged at half-mast. Something about the whole thing left him wanting a
little more. As he soaped up, he thought about calling Pink Shirt Guy since
sweet little Dillon was working. He still thought about the call as he got
out, dried off, and went downstairs to get his phone.  Before he could, the
doorbell rang.

"Fuck's sake," he said, swiping up the only article of clothing he had
downstairs.

On the other side of the door stood the hunky, hairy neighbor, the one who
ran in the short red shorts and sometimes-string tank top. He propped
himself in the doorway and gave the kid a brilliant smile. The kid smirked
back, glancing down at the briefs with PRIME on the waistband.

"I wondered who won that auction."

"What can I do for you, young man?"

Dodge's playful smirk widened. "Depends. How much time you got?"

"Afraid I don't take unsolicited blowjobs, even from a cute boy like
you...mister?"

"Curry. I'm Dodge Curry, older brother and son to Preston, whom you
know. You're Nathaniel Yates, am I right? My dad speaks very highly of your
company. I thought I might test it out for myself."

"Now that we've been properly introduced, Mr. Curry Jr., would you like to
come in for, say, half an hour or so? Might be worth your time."

"Are you soliciting a blowjob, Mr. Yates?"

"Would you say yes to a mutual transaction?"

Dodge didn't make it inside good until the hairy neighbor's massive hands
clamped down on his sweaty pecs. Nathaniel's mouth covered his own and his
insistent tongue invaded the boy. Dodge was pushed hard into the wall and
the man's body ground against him. For a few seconds, all the younger male
could do was hold on as the man maneuvered him into the living room and
onto the floor. Together, they had him naked, his shorts and underwear in
different places.

After seven beautiful minutes of hard kissing, Nathaniel and Dodge settled
into a comfortable 69. Holding to the man's muscular ass, Dodge licked and
kissed every part of it he could reach. Nathaniel enjoyed the kid's hard,
hairy body and took his time in kissing every part he could. When he got to
the jutting length of his cock, he made sure to take things slow and
easy. His tongue slid in and out of the loose foreskin, smearing the sweet
precum around to make it slick. Dodge groaned, then brought his leg up and
over to give the man better access.

Dodge rounded both hands over Nathaniel's firm ass. The man's cock swayed
in front of him, drooling streams of thick clear fluid. Most of it landed
on Dodge's chest as Nathaniel rolled onto his knees above the kid. He
reached down and caressed the boy's tender nipples as Dodge licked and
sucked at his hairy asscleft. Inside the twin peach-halves, the kid's
tongue traced the outside of his hole over and over. Nathaniel was
surprised at how well the kid ate ass. His technique was refined and sexy
as hell. Nathaniel sighed, tugging on the boy's nipple and groaning.

"You planning on pitching, kid?" Nathaniel asked, stroking Dodge's firm
cock. "If so, I need to find us a better batting cage than the floor."

"Floor's good for me."

Standing, Nathaniel looked down at the boy and his beautiful body. Dodge
lay with his arms at his sides, one leg bent at the knee, the other out in
front of him. As he felt the man's eyes on him, he brought his knees up and
used his hands to push them as far apart as he could. His devilish grin
told Nathaniel, this had been his plan all along.

"Clever boy," the man said, taking a knee. "You know what men want, don't
you, boy?"

Dodge lowered his hand and massaged some of his own precum over his
hole. "I like to think I do. Am I wrong, Mr. Yates?"

"Not 100%." Nathaniel backed up and sat down on the ottoman. "Like I said,
though, not on the floor."

Dodge got to his feet and came to where the man sat. Looking down at him,
he touched the man's face. They looked at one another for a few long
minutes before Dodge swung one heavy leg over Nathaniel's. He straddled the
man while admiring his sweet cock. As he lowered his body, he reached back
to take hold of it. After a few strokes, he positioned himself at an
angle. Nathaniel's head slid against his pucker. As slow as he could, Dodge
allowed it inside of him. The head was thicker than some of the men he'd
taken so it took a little more effort to get it inside him.

"Go easy," Nathaniel said, his hands gliding over the firm ass. "No rush,
sweet boy. No rush."

The words hit Dodge in a different way. They made him think about what he
was doing, about the pleasure this man could give him if they just slowed
down. He was so used to getting in, getting off, and getting out. Lifting
his balls, he allowed the man to watch as his girthy cock slid into
him. Slowly, as it opened him up, he felt the new sensation of warmth going
through his groin.

"Atta boy," Nathaniel said, rubbing his chest and lower stomach. "Feel it
gliding into you, opening you up...filling that sweet spot."

"Yeah," Dodge said, half-smiling at the pleasure. "Wow...that's...so hot."

"Isn't it?" Nathaniel said, working his hips in a slow, rotating
motion. "Hold onto my shoulders. Relax and let me do the work."

Dodge did what the man said, allowing himself to rest against Nathaniel's
solid body. In between them, Dodge's own swinging meat oozed all over
them. The stuff ran down his stomach, making his pubes a sticky, wet
mess. Nathaniel swiped some of it up and fed it to the kid, who was all too
happy to take it. They moved against one another, each watching the other
for signs of what made them feel best. Very soon, they got lost in one
another.

In the Curry kitchen, Cruz knelt on the clean linoleum. His hands braced
him, his knees supported the tempting upturn of his ass. Also on his knees,
Preston worked two thick, unrelenting fingers into the boy's greased,
glistening hole. Cruz made soft little noises as the fingers worked into
him. From time to time, he glanced up at the man, desperate to know what
came next.

Nathaniel held onto Dillon, making sure the boy knew the hard slaps to his
ass did not come from a place of anger or frustration. One arm around his
shoulder, he gave him constant reassurance as his cock slid in and out of
the boy. Gone was the brash bravado he wore when he knocked on the door. In
its place was a sweet, tender young man who enjoyed having someone with
more experience and finesse using him. Dodge arched his body back, pressing
into Nathaniel's furry one. The boy held the man's arm while trying to
catch his breath. Nathaniel rocked his hips in a slow, gentle way. On the
ottoman, Dodge's entire body responded to the penetration, the caressing,
and the gentle kisses the man deposited to his shoulders and neck. The
response was glorious.

"Just glorious," Preston said, his fingers easing Cruz's tight hole
open. "Relax. This is what you wanted, remember? You're going to have to
relax if this is what you really want."

Cruz arched his back, letting himself enjoy the feeling of the man's
fingers. It was what he wanted, almost since the first time he laid eyes on
his boyfriend's hunky father. The way the man carried himself, the
confidence he showed, the way he treated his boys, it was so very
sexy. Cruz let the man move in behind him, let him replace his fingers with
something much, much bigger and far more satisfying. Preston's shirt was
rough against his back but he didn't care. The man's cock was gentle as it
eased up inside of him. Cruz sighed, thinking of his muscled boyfriend and
how often they talked about this happening. Smiling, he pictured Dodge's
reaction if he were to see them.

Nathaniel rose up on his knees, pushing Dodge to the ottoman. He delivered
several more thrusts to get the kid prepped for what was to come. Both
hands held Dodge's hips, slowing him down so he didn't reach his climax too
soon. Dodge threw his head back, mouth open, eyes toward the ceiling. His
entire body shook with pleasure at this tremendous sensation.

Preston held tight to the boy's cock as he worked his hips in a slow,
circular motion. As Cruz muttered his name, he writhed beneath him to get
as much of his cock into him as he could. As Preston pumped his hips, he
missed the action across the street. Burying himself in Cruz's tight,
clenching hole, he missed seeing his son pressed against the glass of the
living room window as Nathaniel pushed him to orgasm. Preston and Cruz
kissed, just as Nathaniel and Dodge did the same.

"Fuck," Dodge sighed, reaching back to hold the man's head.

"Oh, fuck," Cruz groaned, his body shaking.

Pushing in deep, Nathaniel began working a huge, hot load into Dodge. The
boy's body rocked back against his, making sure none of the man's cock left
him while he came. He groaned from a place deep in his gut, a place now
exploding in pleasure.

Cruz held to Preston's shoulder as the man's cum blasted his
insides. Preston kissed the boy, swallowing up all of his sweet moans and
pleasured sounds. He held tight to his cock, too, delaying the boy's orgasm
for just a few more minutes.

Cradling Dodge's head, his cock still deep inside the boy, he stroked the
sweet hardness of his cock. The boy sighed, groaned, then made soft,
desperate sounds for him. As Nathaniel rocked the last of his cum inside
the boy, Dodge came hard. His muscular body tensed, relaxed, then tensed
again as Nathaniel pumped another load into his clenching asshole. As they
came, Dodge saw literal stars.

On his side, one hand around Preston's neck, Cruz watched the man's hand
work his cock. Expert fingers pressed into the shaft, while working his own
into the boy. Preston sped up as he slowed his hand on the boy. Cruz
screamed out the man's name as he began pumping his hips and spewing his
load all over the two of them. Loving the sound of his name coming of the
kid's mouth, Preston shoved himself in to the balls and exploded inside of
him. Cruz kept moaning for him -- and kept cumming until they were both a
sticky, frothy mess.

"Fuck, Mr. Yates...goddamn, that was good. We should definitely do this
again!"

Nathaniel grinned, then kissed Dodge's forehead. "Are you soliciting a
follow-up fuck, Mr. Curry?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"I think we might be able to arrange something."

Dodge stood up, then looked down at his cum-coated body. "Think I could use
your shower before I go? I'm meeting my boyfriend at my dad's and I don't
want to show up looking like this. I mean, what would I tell Cruz I'd been
doing all this time?"

Preston pointed to the door of the kitchen. "Of course, I don't mind if you
use the shower. After all, what would you tell Dodge if he saw you like
that, covered in his father's cum?"

End of Part 6: June