Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2008 15:41:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Arbour Subject: Chronicles of an Academic Predator-13 CHRONICLES OF AN ACADEMIC PREDATOR Published First at : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/arbourtales/ Before you read this story, there are a few things you should consider: 1. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between men. In some cases, these depictions may get kinky, and include borderline S&M. 2. It is set in the early 1960s, an era before the Civil Rights Act of 1964 when segregation and discrimination were the norm. African Americans were referred to as Negroes or Coloreds, although the "N" word was offensive then as it is now. I have retained the language of the era because it reminds me how far we have come on race relations. 3. Be aware that the effects of inflation have been profound. A good rule of thumb is to consider that $1 in 1962 is probably similar to $10 in 2008. So just add a zero at the end of any number. 4. Some authors are good enough to create a mood through their words. I need help, so I'll be posted recommended musical selections throughout the story. CHAPTER 13 Musical Recommendation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4w1Mp6Mce4 "Hey Baby" by Bruce Channel July 5, 1962 I had to get up early and take Stefan home for his English lesson. We made it just in time. I headed home and went back to bed. The festival and all the beer I drank, not to mention a night of mind-blowing sex with Stefan had all combined to leave me exhausted. I didn't get up until 2 in the afternoon. It was one of those lazy days, where I have things to do but I just don't want to do them. I'd packed up most of my stuff a few days ago and arranged to ship all of it except for some clothes and personal effects. I didn't even really have to worry too much about those. The stuff Stefan and I had taken, combined with the stuff I had bought during our shopping spree, was more than enough to tide me over. My mother and I were still arguing over how I was going to get to Chicago. She was adamant that I shouldn't drive myself, and I was just as adamant that I should. One option, having Stefan drive out with me, wouldn't work because he couldn't drive in America yet. Besides, I secretly feared that if he drove me out there, he'd end up staying. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that. The biggest treat of all came with the mail. A letter from Andre. June 26, 1962 Dear JP, Sorry I haven't written until now. They're into this whole immersion thing where we pretty much don't have contact with the civilian world. In fact, I'm probably not supposed to be writing this letter, but I'm going to sneak it out, if only so you'll have my address. I'm doing well, but I'm so fucking tired I can hardly stand up. You'll be impressed with how muscular I am, though, once I'm done with basic. Ha ha. Training will last 8 weeks, then hopefully I'll get a few days' leave. If I do, I'm spending it in Chicago. I miss you, Andre. I sat staring at the two short paragraphs. He was doing well, and getting more muscular. And he may get leave? Wow. Talk about some incredible news. I reminded myself not to get my hopes up. The letter, with the precious return address, found it's way into my briefcase, which I put into my car. I was almost ready to go. All I needed now was a way to escape without really upsetting my dad. I tried to call Stefan but there was no answer, so I decided to drive down and see if he was sleeping. Maybe he needed some company, I leered to myself. When I got there, the monstrosity seemed empty except for some noise in the study. I peeked in and he was there with his English instructor. This was a long lesson. They saw me and the instructor nervously got up and prepared to leave. I waited in the great hall. They came out and Stefan escorted him out. After he shut the door he looked at me. "Well, now we are home alone." He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, running his hands down to my ass. I used my good arm to grab the back of his head and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. For a guy who didn't like to kiss, he sure was good at it. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks, getting me so hot I was about to beg him to go upstairs. I heard a crash and we both turned to find Tonto staring at us, her mouth wide open. We all just stood there, staring at each other. I was conscious of the fact that we were busted, so busted. The consequences beyond that hadn't really struck me. Tonto finally came out of her trance. "What the hell is going on here?" Neither of us said anything. "You two were kissing like lovers. Like homosexuals." She just stared at us. Stefan backed away from me like I had the plague. We both stood there dazed and confused, then Stefan rubbed his elbow across his mouth as if to clean off my residue. He looked like he was disgusted that I kissed him. What the fuck was that all about? Musical Recommendation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnL-J1zwaGk "Breaking up is Hard to Do" by Neil Sedaka Then her look changed to anger, and she directed it at me. "You have corrupted my grandson. He's just a kid, 10 years younger than you, and you here you are, taking advantage of him." I looked to Stefan for support, but he said nothing. "Look Tonto, I'm sorry. I was just saying goodbye to Stefan and I guess our emotions got a little carried away." I looked at him, hoping he'd say something, help me out here, but he just looked at me like I tried to rape him. He moved over to Tonto, behind her, as if seeking protection. What the fuck was that all about? "You don't have to worry about it, it won't happen again," I spat out, more at him than at her. "I never expected to be so disappointed in someone as I am in you right now JP. It's as if you just stood here and, and, and..." she spluttered "raped the young boy." Her face was red as a beet. "It was just a kiss, a mistake. It didn't mean anything. I didn't force him to do anything, I didn't rape him." She was hysterical, and I knew it was going to be difficult to reason with her. "Save your excuses. Just get out of my house, and get out of my sight." I stood there staring at her. "NOW!" She screamed, and I looked briefly at Stefan. He wouldn't make eye contact with me. I looked at Stefan, totally disgusted. If he had said something, helped me out here, we could have calmed the situation. Instead he was playing the victim, just fanning the flames. Throwing me under the bus. I was about to leave and totally write him off when I remembered how he had stayed with me in the hospital, how he had shown me in so many ways that he loved me. I decided that I'd been hard on him before, and that I should give him a second chance. "Are you coming with me, or are you staying here?" I asked him in French. He looked into my eyes, and we connected. I expected him to come with me, to come to Chicago. To live in the condo with me, explore the city together, make a life there. I wasn't sure if I wanted that before, but I was prepared for it now. I figured that my relationship with him would trump his connection to his barely-known grandparents. I was wrong. He just shook his head. Tonto was still glaring at me, and I in turn was glaring at Stefan. I guess she felt as betrayed by me as I felt betrayed by him. I walked up to Tonto and looking sternly at her, I said "Tolerance is easy when it doesn't impact your own family." Then I took off the pinky ring Stefan had given me and dropped it on the table in their foyer. I walked through the drawing room, past the pictures of Steven and Billy, and out of the Victorian monstrosity for what I was sure was the last time. After I left, I just couldn't bring myself to drive home. Instead, I drove up into the hills, way beyond our house, to a picturesque valley. There was a roadside stop there that in the past I'd visited for cruising, but that's not why I was here now. I was here to escape, to hide from the world, and to hide from myself. I really thought that Stefan loved me. Did I love him? If I loved him, I'd be willing to go back and fight for him, fight to take him with me. If I loved him, I'd be in way more agony than I was right now. I evaluated my emotions objectively. I was afraid, very afraid, of the consequences of getting caught. I was hurt, really hurt, over losing the friendship, love, and support of Tonto, one of the most important people in my life. But I wasn't devastated at losing Stefan. It was as if his reaction, his willingness to throw me to the wolves, had somehow broken a spell. He had cast the spell with his charm and his body, and made me think it was love, but when the true person, the real Stefan emerged, my obsession with him, my love for him, vanished in the wind. It must have been that potent cocktail, lust and infatuation. But it was over now. In a foolish transference of blame I told myself that if my mother had let me leave this morning none of this would have happened. But that charge was unfair, even given the way I felt about her these days. No, this was my fault, my responsibility. I was going to have to go back to Claremont, take my lumps, and then get the fuck out of there as fast as I can. By tomorrow I should be well on my way to Chicago, rid of this place that had done nothing but plague me lately. I got back in my car and leisurely drove home. I got back around 7pm, half expecting the police to be there waiting to arrest me. Instead, I found the house completely empty. Not even Vella and Abe were around. There was a note on the table from my mother, telling me that the follow-up charity dinner for the festival was tonight, and they probably wouldn't be back until 10pm. I got the rest of my stuff and put it in my car, weighing whether or not I should just leave. I heard the doorbell ring. That was unusual, because as far from the road as we were we rarely got visitors. Those that did come up were usually family members and they walked right in. Maybe it was Tonto and Barry and they were coming up to yell at me. Well, they can have their shot. I'll take the punishment. I deserve it. I opened the door, and there was Jeff Hayes. Talk about a surprise. I never would have expected him to be here, not in a million years. I looked past him to the driveway and there was no car. Did he walk all the way here? From the East Side? "Hi Jeff." I said. Then I remembered my manners. "Come on in," I said, motioning him to enter. "I really shouldn't. I just came up to talk to you for a minute." There was something odd about the way he was standing, but it was dark and I couldn't see him. "Come on Jeff. It's OK. It will be more comfortable for me, and I've had a shitty day." "Me too," he said as he walked through the door. I looked up expecting to see his drop-dead handsome face. Instead he was black and blue all over. He limped in, carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder. My first instinct was to grab it, but with one arm that was out of the question. "Oh God Jeff, what happened to you? Come over here and sit down." He seemed incredibly uncomfortable in our house. I guess that made sense. The Hayes' had 6 kids and lived in a shotgun house that probably only had 3 bedrooms. "I didn't come here to tell you about my problems, I came here to apologize for how I treated you yesterday. I don't know what came over me. I guess I was drunk, and then when your cousin started staring at me, all the other guys started making fun of me. Calling him my boyfriend. I guess I just freaked out." Did he come all the way up here just to tell me that? "So anyway, I'm on my way out of town, and I've always liked and respected you, even though we're not friends or anything. And I just didn't want to leave without trying to set things straight." "So you walked all the way up here just to apologize to me?" I asked, incredulous. "Did your father make you do this?" That seemed to anger him. "I don't have a father anymore," he spat out. Join the club, I thought. "He kicked me out, told me I almost got him fired. Beat the shit out of me. He and my brother Arnie. I've always been good, done the right thing. I'm a good football player, I get good grades, and I normally don't cause no one trouble. Not like my brothers. It ain't fair, but that's life." I stared at him while he said this, feeling sorry for him, and responsible. I should have done something to stop this. I had a feeling yesterday that something really bad would happen to him. And he came all the way up here to apologize to me. An honorable guy, to say the least. Yet the thing that stuck out most was his easy-going manner. Besides the anger he showed when I mentioned his father, and the contrition when he apologized, he seemed almost lackadaisical. Me, I just internalize things, burying them deep and relying on my self control to keep them down. This guy just let things roll right off his shoulders. I shook off my introspection. "Look Jeff, I knew you were drunk, and I figured that we'd be OK, that we'd run into each other in town and work it out. I didn't expect you to get hurt." "I know. My dad said it was Barry Schluter that went ape shit. But it's OK, I deserved it. Besides, it's not the first time." "That's a bunch of crap. No one deserves to be beaten up. Come on, we're going to get you cleaned up. You're staying here tonight." I got up and tried to lift his duffel. He kind of smirked at me when it was too heavy for me to move it. "No, that wouldn't be right. After the way I treated you, I can't be accepting charity from you." He got up to leave. "Alright, I've got a proposition for you." I was inspired, an idea had popped into my mind. "Stay the night here, and then you can drive with me to Chicago tomorrow." His mouth dropped to the floor. "You do know how to drive don't you?" "Of course I know how to drive, even if I don't got a car." "Well, my parents are worried that it won't be safe for me to drive all by myself. I've been arguing with them all day, and I just want to get the fuck out of here. You'd be helping me out big time." I tried to think of the details. "I would pay you, of course, and buy you a bus ticket back here. Unless you'd rather fly, but that's kind of a pain." "I've never been more than 50 miles beyond Claremont. And Chicago, the big city. Wow. That would be great. I'd be glad to help you, but you don't gotta pay me." I guess that was a yes. "Well, we'll have about 8 hours to argue about that in the car. Now grab your bag and follow me." I took him to the guest room and showed him where everything was. "There's a shower in there, and I think you should use it." He smelled a little ripe, having hiked miles uphill in the July heat. He smiled and nodded. "After you're cleaned up, meet me back in the front room and we'll make sure you're healthy." He nodded, so I left him alone to clean up. This is what I was trying to explain to Stefan, that power was dangerous, that he had to be careful. And now we had ruined this kid's life. I always thought he was a bully, but maybe I was just lumping him in with his brothers. He was written up last year in the local paper. He was a Wide Receiver on the Football team, and supposedly damn good, breaking school records. And he was on the honor roll too. Throw in cute as hell, and we're talking the total package. And we had fucked up his whole life. What's he going to do now? Roam the land, find a job as a laborer, waste his brains and potential? We had to set this right. He walked into the front room cleaned up and looking hot as hell. He was still limping, and his eyes were both swollen. They'd be black tomorrow. "What's wrong with your leg?" I asked. "I twisted my ankle when my dad threw me down the stairs. I've hurt my ankle before, and I'm pretty sure it's just a sprain. I'll just have to treat it gently for a week or so." At least, I thought. "Your eyes are going to be black, but your face looks fine. Anything broken?" I used this as an excuse to study his features closely. He had a slight bit of stubble above his lip. I bet he only shaved twice a week. His eyes were blue, but not a light blue like Stefan's, they were a darker blue, almost purple. I'd never seen a color like that. His breath smelled clean, like he'd just brushed his teeth, so I couldn't tell if he smoked or not. His teeth were bright and white, although the lower ones were pretty crooked. "You look fine to me. You feel OK now?" "Yeah, I feel fine, except...oh never mind." He wanted something, but was embarrassed to ask. "What? What is it?" Just then his stomach growled and I started laughing. After my encounter with Tonto I wasn't sure if I would ever laugh again, but that was just too funny. "Come on," and I motioned him to follow me into the kitchen. I was just about to rip through the kitchen to make some food when Vella came walking in. "Hi Vella," I said cheerfully. She smiled at me. She always did. "This is Jeff Hayes." I was interested to see how Jeff would interact with colored people. He came from the east side, where whites and Negroes usually had nothing but antipathy for each other. "I know Mr. Hayes," she said, and went over and gave him a hug. "He plays football with Sammy. Did you come all the way up here to see him?" "No ma'am," he said politely. "I'm sort of on my way out of town." He was visibly uncomfortable talking about this, and Vella looked like she was warming up the third degree. "He's going to drive me to Chicago tomorrow," I told her, with a look that said I'd fill her in later. "Oh," she said, following along, "well that's just wonderful. We've been worried about JP driving half way across the country with only one good arm. So you boys come in here for some food?" And with that, Vella set herself to work. I was amazed at just how much food Jeff could eat. About halfway through his food fest, Sammy came in and sat down with him. While they immersed themselves in conversation about football, Vella and I walked into the other room. "When Jeff was drunk yesterday he roughed up Stefan, then was pretty rude to both of us. Stefan told Barry Schluter, he complained to Bill Hendrickson, who must have come down on Frank Hayes. So Frank beat him up and kicked him out." Vella appreciated brevity. Her eyes told me she got it. She understood how things worked as well as I did. "I didn't have a chance to stop things, and now we've really messed up this guy's life. We have to make it right Vella." I wondered to myself if I would feel this adamant if Jeff was ugly. I hope I would. You have to take responsibility for your actions and answer for them. Like I was doing with Stefan? Fleeing to Chicago and away from the consequences? "Don't you worry JP. We'll figure something out. Maybe he can stay with us. We got an extra room. Can you imagine the look on Frank Hayes' face when he finds out his son is living with Negroes?" That appealed to her mightily. I'd never thought about him staying with them, but it made sense. "I'll talk to Sammy and Abe, and we'll figure out something." We went back into the kitchen where Sammy and Jeff were arguing about some football maneuver, something I wouldn't have understood even if I was paying attention. Sports, for me, were limited to tennis, riding, and walking. "Sammy, come on, we gotta get home," Vella said. Sammy said goodbye to Jeff and off they went, leaving Jeff and I alone. "Where do they live?" Jeff asked me. "My father had a house built just beyond those trees for them when we moved up here. They're part of our family." Jeff seemed to take this in stride. Like he probably did with most things. "I didn't think they let colored people live up here in the Heights?" He was right, an insidious form of segregation. People pledged, sometimes even in writing, that they wouldn't sell their house to a colored person. Realtors would steer the races each to their own neighborhoods. "Well technically the house is on our property so it's ours, but my father has arranged for it to be transferred to them. I don't know all the legal details, but it wasn't easy." I also didn't tell him that no one knew about that agreement to avoid backlash from our neighbors. I was about to explain that when my parents came strolling in. My mother saw us and became visibly shaken, my father merely curious. "Jeff Hayes, I'd like you to meet my parents, Jack and Marie Crampton." They both shook hands with him, and they had to notice his bruises. My father engaged him in a conversation about the upcoming football season. My mother just looked at me, a look of horror. I didn't have to say anything. She'd been to the picnic, she'd seen the whole thing evolve, and she saw the consequences. I knew from her look alone that I could rely upon her to make this right. I'd been so bitter lately, so angry with her, that I'd forgotten about the things that made me love her as a person, not just as a mother. Her kindness, and her sense of obligation, would make sure that Jeff landed on his feet. I began to think that, with time, I might be able to forgive her for fucking Bill Hendrickson. And it wasn't even that that pissed me off. It was the fact that we were once so close, and that she didn't tell me about it, about who my father really was. The night had taken such an unexpected turn I forgot about the scene with Tonto. When she told my parents how I had preyed on Stefan and seduced him, or whatever story he made up for her, I wondered if they'd be able to forgive me. And then they'd know my biggest secret. That their youngest son was queer as a three-dollar bill. Logic burst through my emotional morass, making the situation obvious to me. I was so mad at my mother for withholding this vital information from me, something that I expected her to share since we were so close, yet I had hidden my own sexuality from her. In a weird, twisted way, I decided that we were even. "JP, quit daydreaming." That was my father, pulling me out of my mental gymnastics. "Sorry Dad." "So Jeff says he's driving you to Chicago." My mother jumped in. "What a great idea. I'll feel so much better knowing you have someone with you." "Yeah, we're leaving tomorrow morning." I said that with a firmness that defied argument. I saw my mother stop her objections before she started. "I figure that Jeff can spend a few days in Chicago, help me get settled, and maybe even see the city." He beamed with anticipation when I said that. "Then I'm going to get him a ticket home." As I said the word home, everyone cringed. He no longer had a home. "Jeff, when you get back, you will come here. You can stay with us or with Abe and Vella." My mother was coming through, and I smiled, my respect for her returning. "Ma'am, I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be right to impose upon you all. I got myself into my problems, and I can get myself out of them." I grinned to myself. Poor Jeff. He didn't know that resistance is futile. "Nonsense young man," my father said. My mother continued. "And it looks like I am going to have to teach you some manners. When people offer to do something for you, you are not supposed to argue, you are supposed to say 'thank you'" He caved. "Thank you sir, ma'am." He shuffled his feet nervously. "I appreciate your help. It's my senior year, my last season for football. I'm hoping I might even get a scholarship. I'd hate to leave all that behind. Wherever you can manage to put me up, I'd appreciate it." He caved graciously, a man after my own heart. He yawned, trying to cover it up, but it was too late. My father excused himself, off to his study no doubt. My mother looked at both of us. "You are tired and you have a big day ahead of you. You should get to sleep. JP, did you already get Jeff set up in the guest room?" I nodded. I showed Jeff back to his room, not that he couldn't find it himself. When he got to the door, he turned to me and shocked the shit out of me by giving me a big bear hug. "Thanks JP. I didn't expect you all to be so nice and generous to me, though, and I don't know why this is, I'm not surprised." I hugged him back. "No problem Jeff. You'll just have to make it up to me by kicking ass this year in school." He smiled at me and I left him in peace, or at least I hoped I did. I walked to my room and felt a tremendous weight on my shoulders. Or on my conscience. I wanted someone to talk to, to help me through all this, to help me keep my thoughts straight, but there was no one. Andre was gone, Stefan was off-limits, Tonto hated me, my mother is a big part of my problem, and my father, well, I couldn't tell him anything. I was tempted to fly out to LA and find Peter, but that was just me playing with a fantasy. No, in the end, I'd have to handle this on my own. But at least I could get the fuck out of here and do it in Chicago. I went to bed in a foul mood. I walked into my room, locked the door, and when I turned around I saw Sammy standing there, waiting for me. I wasn't expecting him, so I almost jumped out of my skin. He chuckled. "I'm sorry to scare you JP. I just wanted to come talk to you." "No big deal Sammy. Besides, I told you you were always welcome to stop by." I grinned at him. "Yeah, well thanks, well, I didn't come by for that. Well, not exactly, I mean..." He was stammering. Too funny. "Sammy, relax." I sat down on my bed and he sat next to me. "Just tell me what's on your mind." "I just wanted to thank you for helping out Jeff. We pretty good friends, leastaways as good as a white boy and black boy can be. His Dad is so mean to him, already broken some of his bones. I been tryin' to get him to leave but he won't. Now he ain't got no choice." Sammy obviously cared about Jeff. "Sammy, it really was no big deal. It was my fault, I mean Stefan's fault, that he got his life all screwed up. I'm just cleaning up the mess." He looked at me studiously. "Well, you say what you want, but it was a nice thing to do. Begging your pardon, even though it ain't my place to say, but that cousin of yours is bad news. Next time, by the time you gotta drive to Chicago again, I'm gonna have my license so I'll take you." His attitude was both protective and excited. Sammy had never been to Chicago either. "I'd like nothing better. And you're probably right about Stefan. I guess I just got carried away trying to help him." The day's events came flooding back to me, threatening to destroy what little calm I was holding on to. "He jus' don't know his place yet, and that makes him dangerous." That's funny, I often thought the same thing. "Anyway, if there's anything I can do for you, I sure owe you one." "Actually, there is something you can do for me." I leered at him. The only way I was going to get all this conflict out of my mind, and to get any sleep at all, was to get laid. "Oh yeah," he leered back at me, grabbing his package. I reached over and replaced his hand with mine, feeling his massive tool hardening under his pants. He stood up and undid his pants and dropped them to the ground, and then pulled his shirt off. I rushed to get as naked as he was. I gently pushed him onto the bed, making him lay down. He put his hands behind the back of his head, giving me total access to his body. His dark ebony skin was almost invisible in the dark room, but I used my fingers to explore, not my eyes. I moved up to his face, putting my lips on his, but he moved his head away. I got the picture. For him, this was just a physical release. A kiss was too intimate, too romantic. It was almost as if he didn't kiss me what he was doing wasn't queer. I had no problem with that. What I wanted was at the middle of his body. I moved my mouth down his chest, staying in the middle, not messing with his nipples, then down across his abdomen, until I found his hard cock flopping against my face. He really was big. It still couldn't tell if he was bigger than Andre or not. They were pretty close. I took his cock in my mouth, working up and down his pole, paying attention to the head. "Lord, I ain't never done this before. Holy shit. I'm cummin!" And with that he shot his load almost straight down my throat. I smiled to myself. I moved up and lay next to him, putting my head on his chest. "Well," he said uncomfortably, "I prolly oughta git back before they notice I'm missing." I didn't want him to leave. "I'll make you a deal Sammy. You stay here for another half hour, and I'll show you something that will blow your mind." I couldn't see his expression, but I knew he was tempted. "Well, I sure do owe you, so, OK." So I got him talking about his upcoming football season, and about school. He wanted to be either a veterinarian or an artist. The artist part didn't surprise me because I'd already seen his painting skills, but the veterinarian part did. I never knew he liked animals that much. It dawned on me that there were a lot of things I didn't know about him. "So, uh, is a half hour up yet?" He asked. I reached down and grabbed his flaccid cock. "Well, we're gonna have to get this thing going again." I could feel it harden quickly as I touched it. "No problem" he said, with a smirk that I couldn't see but could feel. I pulled out the vaseline and lubed up his cock, lubed it up good. I'm sure he thought I was going to give him a hand job, but that's not what I was after. I wanted him to fuck me. I had two reasons. First of all, I wanted him to fuck me because I wanted to get fucked. Nothing would help my frame of mind better than his big dick up my ass. But I also wanted to see if I could take it. Andre was going to get leave and come to Chicago, or so he said, and when he did I wanted to be ready. Stefan had shown me how to get fucked, taught me how to relax, helped me realize the true joy of being penetrated. But he wasn't close to being as big as Andre. Sammy was. I straddled him, lowering myself down onto his monster. I smiled to myself, thinking of what a surprise was in store for him. It was pitch black in my room, so he couldn't see me, only feel my presence. I grabbed his dick and stroked it, trying to perpetuate his impression that I was going to jerk him off. Then I felt that huge thing reach my ass and I kept going. It started to hurt, so I stopped, moved up again, and waited a second. Then I tried again. "JP, what are you doing to me?" he asked. "Hang on Sammy, I promise you'll like it," I reassured him. Finally, I'd gotten myself prepared and I pressed harder, waiting for that tell-tale pop as his massive head slipped past my ring. I felt the pressure building and forced myself to relax. I started breathing heavily, probably like a woman who was having a baby. He was talking to me, but I didn't hear him. Then all of sudden the pressure released and he popped into me. I sat all the way down on his cock. At first it was a little uncomfortable, but that didn't last long. I started to move up and down on his cock, making sure to ram that thing against my special spot. I pretended he was Andre and started working myself into a frenzy. I heard him moaning below me, but I was in my own world, getting myself off, totally self-absorbed, totally oblivious to everything around me. I felt my orgasm building, took a few pulls on my cock to help it along, and blew all over him. Only after I was done did I realize that he was cumming too. I moved off of him, feeling his juices run out of my ass and down my leg. "Well, was that worth waiting around for?" I asked him. "Damn, I ain't never ever felt anything like that before. That was amazing." He paused for a minute to catch his breath. "Damn." He said again. We both lay there panting for a few minutes. "OK JP, now I really do gotta go. Thanks. That was a blast." I smiled as he walked out the door to the veranda. "No Sammy, thank you" I thought to myself. I took his huge cock like a pro. When Andre came home, I would be ready for him. I slept great.