Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2018 12:49:29 -0400
From: R Roberts <robert225555@gmail.com>
Subject: D and J. Chapter 11

D AND J CH. 11


This is the end of the this story. It is an erotic and gay tale of pure
fiction. Hope you enjoy.

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Our lives were going pretty well. I was doing my now daily chores of
working at the hotel we owned with our two dads.  They left us alone for a
few weeks as they traveled to FiJi and Bora Bora for some r and r.  They
loved the tropical islands as much as we did love our little island. As a
result, J and I ran the place and it almost surprising how well it went.  I
was also spending a few hours a day working at the school in the pool
teaching the housed inmates to swim.  It was kind of fun as my mates and I
worked first with those who could swim and then working with the others to
teach them. We got to feel their nice bodies . I was especially attracted
to the the guys who were older teens making sure as I held them up as they
paddled to come in contact with their dicks.  The Aborigine black boys were
for some reason , the ones I was most fond of. They had been street kids
with no homes to speak of when they were rounded up. I don't know why they
weren't sent to live with their tribes but that wasn't the case. They
seemed to enjoy my contact with their bodies. The one I mentioned earlier
who was surprisingly good looking smiled at me often. I don't think he ever
got much attention so even though at least 17, he was a bit boyish. I also
got to work with the so called tough guys who may have been touch on the
streets but were terribly fearful of the water.  When they seemed to be
rough one the younger ones, I made sure to be rough one their cocks in the
pool . The soon got the message and were more docile. It wasn't long before
many of the boys were sharing their bodies with one another in the dorms on
their off hours. They really had no privacy and the staff, including me ( I
felt so mature, haha) had free access to them in their rooms. Once time had
passed and they were used to being naked, a few even boldly asked if they
could suck my cock.  I was a bit reluctant at first but soon allowed it as
Mr. Smythe said it was ok for me to do and quite common apparently.

I also enjoyed the boys from the diving team at the school. They were
either borders or island residents and they were really getting good. I
even recruited a few to help with the confined boys to teach them swimming.
I knew what lay ahead for them and their lives wouldn't be to great, so I
wanted them to get used to sex, especialy boy on boy, as they were liked to
get to find work in the sex trade that flourished on the island and even
the mainland if they were to return.

I still wanted them to learn a trade or something.  I got permission for
them to work with Sean in his dad's garage fixing vehicles, bikes, motor
bikes and boats and the like> He was only a few years older than them but
they all admired him whiich was good for his ego and when they had an
opportunity, they admired and I suspect sucked his huge cock.  I was proud
of what he had become and considered him a good friend. Mr. Smythe thought
it good for the boys to be taken from campus and see how everyone lived on
the island and have the opportunity to work with real folks.  Of course
there were some who weren't allowed to leave as they were risks and might
get themselves in trouble. I doubted that as they were naked, no weapons
nor anyplace to hide them and would be supervised.  I brought my Aborigine
boy home with me a few times and let his help. I first put him to work
helping Juan doing manual labor and he learned fast.  I think Juan was a
bit threatened by the fact the boy had such a large and thick penis, much
bigger than his own but they learned to work together and eventually I
found that they took breaks to savor one another's bodies.. I also brought
a few others around to help Greg in the kitchen. He was good to them and
taught them how to cook and I taught them how to serve. I think they all
thought it would be great to just stay at the hotel and never go back.
They quickly learned to offer themselves freely to the guests and even
though they didn't like accepted their roles around the town's women.

My relationship with J wasn't going to badly either. He was thrilled that I
brought this free labor to the hotel and told me how good I was with
training them around the hotel. I felt proud but more happy that J and I
were getting along better.  J seemed to be a better lover and husband to me
often putting his arm around me when we stood together. It made me happy
and being the good little bottom whore I had become, made me want his big
dick in me. I was happy that he made our sex more private and intimate . He
still wanted me to get my dick pierced, I guess to match the small ring in
my perineum.  I told him I would think about it and surprisingly, he didn't
argue.

I even talked to my dad one dad when he returned from one of the vacations
our two dads took often. We were sitting on the owners retreat patio just
talking about nothing important when I decided to ask him my question.

"Dad, wanted your opinion on something."  He looked at me realizing I was
being serious and he was waiting.  "J wants me to get pierced- on my dick
head.  What do you think?"

He thought a moment and then said "Do you want that?"

"I really didn't but you know, I always go along with J. Always have. Now
that he is my husband, well, I put my foot down before and refused but, he
really feels it would be good for me."

"Hmm. How so? Why would it be good?"

"Well, to keep peace and all> I want to be a good wife or whatever I am, to
him. Stil..."

"Is that what you are? A wife?  Maybe so and its for you to decide but
maybe it will make you just a fuck mate. It can hurt, ya know."

"yeah, I've been told.

"Drew, you've always been a fine boy and young man. Everyone likes you
because you're kind, considerate and want everyone happy.  J has always
been your best mate but he has a history of being jealous. I mean, I had to
tell his dad to stop fucking and abusing him.  I think he's a bit jealous
of you.  You, have lived a decent life and coming here was good for
you. You roll with stuff. I think you need to tell J that you want things
to go back to normal. No one is totally in charge and you want to be
equals. If he doesn't agree, you need to decide for yourself if you can put
up with it. Just agree to treat him the same as he treats you. See how he
reacts."

I thought about it a bit before saying anything but then went to my dad and
hugged him, gave him a chaste kiss and thanked him for , well, just being
what he's always been.

I went back to our room and said nothing to J. I just smiled at him but I
was in thought. What if he hated me when I told him exactly what I want. I
wasn't rejecting him but just wanted our lives to be happy.

He finally broke the ice and asked me why I was so quiet. I told him it was
nothing but I think he knew.

Finally, I said I wanted to discuss our relationship. I told him most
things made me happy. But, I didn't want him to think of me as anything but
equal.  I explained that I loved him, always had but I wasn't going to do
things and be treated like anyone other than his best friend and his
wife. I said I didn't mind being submissive in many htings, bt that I
wanted a life of fun with him.

He nodded and left. I was afraid I had said something that hurt him.  I
went looking for him and found him on the beach watching the surf roll in,
by himself. I looked at him and saw he had been crying. When I first sat
down, he didn't look at me as he usually did. He just stared out to the
sea.

Finally he spoke. "I'm an ass. I may have ruined the best thing in my
life. I need you and want you so much I don't know where I come up with
those ideas to make you feel less than you are. But, I know I do. I don't
own you, I just want you -- all the time."

Tears were rolling down his cheeks. "Maybe I should go. I'm a real shit you
know. It has pissed me off since , I don't know, a long time, that everyone
loves you. They all want you and When I had you, I abused that privilege
thinking I owned you."

I went to comfort him but he didn't budge. "If you'll have me, I promise to
never force anything on you. I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Make me
the bitch I ought to be. You're not the bitch, I am. I'm fucked up and a
loser!"

I could take no more of his pain and gently put my arm around him and
kissed him gently on the cheek. "you're no loser. You're just a boy like me
in need of love. I think we want the same things. Just let me in and tell
me when you feel bad whether it is me or something else."

We sat in silence for awhile. Then he got up and reached his hand to help
me up.  I hugged him and he me.  We walked back to the apartment and he
asked that I love him. We made love with me on the top for a change.

In the morning, we laughed after he told me if I had got the ring, I
wouldn't have fucked him and he would miss my cock.. I smiled and said it
did feel good for a change but I wanted us to take turns making love to one
another.

He smiled and we got up and he ate out my ass for a bit in spite of my
desire to to just get up and shower. It did feel so good though.


Life has moved on. We are still together and make love often. I have to
remind him ever so often that we are partners. He smiles then and says, yes
we are- always