Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2013 08:38:32 -0700 (PDT) From: derek james Subject: The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part One) WARNING: The following is for adults only(18+). It contains depictions of sexual acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to read, go no further. If not, enjoy!!! Remember that Nifty needs our help: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html "THE ADVENTURES OF REX" stories are a celebration of one man's journey into middle age with a raging hard-on, a passionate nature and his handsome head held high! *****LOOK!!!! Other 2012 and 2013 "Adventures of Rex" can Be Found In: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/adventures-of-rex/ AND http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/beginnings/adventures-of-rex/ AND http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/encounters/adventures-of-rex/ The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part One) Rex's nephew, Collin, sat quietly in his small bedroom gazing intently at his computer screen. It was 8 AM and his uncle still was in bed. Not unusual but Collin found that watching his uncle even as early as this was a pure pleasure. He felt so guilty about the secret spy cam installed in his uncle's bedroom BUT he still could not dismantle it...watching his beloved mature uncle was his passion! It has been about two weeks since the Hilda and Silas "ghost hunt" and his Uncle Rex had said nothing about what really went on. Collin felt certain something did happen and he wanted to make sure that both of those crazy characters stayed out of his uncle's life...and bed! He has seen Hilda lurking about the street but had avoided her and neither Silas nor Hilda seemed in touch with his uncle...at least as far as he could tell. Uncle Rex seemed to be home every night ever since that strange night and this was a bit unusual for him. Collin was sure something was wrong. But what was it? He knew Hilda and Silas were into "magic and mystical" stuff...he wondered if they could in some way have done something to his beloved Uncle Rex. Collin smiled to himself...he felt like a nut...imagining they put a spell on him or used voodoo. Collin was prone to having a vivid imagination and worried far too much. Collin adjusted his new brass rimmed spectacles and looked at his computer screen with keen interest; the live feed was showing his sexy 50 year-old uncle beginning to wake. His perfectly fit uncle slept completely nude of course and Collin watched with mounting erectile delight as his uncle tossed aside his bed covers and lay splayed out on his back with his turgid uncut tool rising from his furry public nest. Collin was very much aware that although Uncle Rex did not go out nor have guests in....he stroked his man-meat at least twice a day! And this was pure heaven as far as Collin was concerned. He watched his ginger haired uncle pump his rock hard cock's foreskin back and forth with furry as he lay with his eyes closed...obviously lost in the realm of erotic fantasy. Collin watched with his own smaller cock in hand BUT deep down he wondered what on earth Uncle Rex was thinking about. These past two weeks he seemed wrapped in deep inner-erotic delights, no porn needed...pure head-trips with every JO workout. Uncle Rex seemed very much erotically preoccupied. 23 year-old Collin reached shattering orgasm almost simultaneously with his handsome furry six-foot uncle...too bad, he mused, that they were not sharing the same bed! Watching his uncle as video image via a spy camera was not really what he wanted but for now...it was the best he could do! His uncle fingered his warm pool of cum and lifted several drippy fingers to his mouth for extra oral pleasures. Collin felt a sudden rush of excitement as he watched his uncle devour his own man-seed...Collin, too mirrored his idol and licked his own cum covered hand clean. Collin so loved Uncle Rex. And Uncle Rex loved him like a son....but Collin dreamed of more! The screen showed his uncle rising from his bed, his manhood bouncing like a flesh club as he moved out toward the door and headed for the bathroom. Collin loved the fact that his uncle was now so comfortable with him around the house that he strode naked to and from the bathroom even if Collin was standing there...his uncle was so amazing! Collin knew that he better get dressed for work...his job at Rolf's gay adult shop was perfect and he did not want to be late. Uncle Rex shouted playfully from the hallway, "Wake up sleepy head!" As if he was still asleep...Collin grinned to himself! Collin played the part of a sleepy head so not to give away his spying activities, "OK...I'm almost up!" Faking a huge yawn that added a bit of realism to his sleepy tones always did the trick! ************************************************* On this same early morning Hilda was wide awake and standing in the middle of her private chamber room in her basement. Even Silas, Hilda's cat-like 24 year-old helper, had never been in here and Hilda had a mind to keep in that way. This space was hers and hers alone! It held her darker magical secrets. The two weeks of waiting and watching Rex from afar was painful for Hilda in so many ways. Having tasted his mature toned body and consumed his man-seed, she was more driven than ever to have him permanently in her life....forever! Hilda spent the last two weeks secretly snapping photos of Rex as the handsome ginger stud went back and forth to work and passed right beneath her windows just a few doors away from his. She did this quickly and without sharing her little project with her faithful Silas. The photos were not great, her digital camera rather cheap...but once printed on smooth paper, Rex looked perfect! His six-foot frame boldly striding by in his various well-tailored suits, he looked so inviting to Hilda and she craved more of HIM! And now in her locked basement sanctum, she hang the most recent photos of Rex on her newly created "Rex Gallery"! About 30 or so shots snapped from her window lined one wall of the darkly candlelit room, Rex's manly body featured in all...each a classic side view of his elegant profile. Hilda ogled the many photos, lifted her nightgown and slowly rubbed her warm pussy lips with two fingers. She imagined Rex's uncut sword plunging inside her, a treat she longed for now more than ever! She toyed with her engorged clit as she recalled sucking his moist, musky toes and engulfing his perfect man-tool with her lips and working the stud's puckered ass-bud with her strong fingers. Rushes of heat flooded over her body as her first orgasmic sensations began; Rex was hers and she knew that soon her latest spell would yield fruit. Grabbing one of the photos of Rex off the wall, she moved the image to her wide-spread legs. She gently rubbed Rex's profile all over her juicy labia, smearing her inner juices all over the surface of the snapshot. Her loud moans of pleasure surely would have been heard by Silas upstairs if he were there, but luckily he was not yet on site to assume his duties. Hilda let her nightgown drop back down and she lifted Rex's smeared photo to her lips and she kissed it sensuously. Next she turned to one of her infamous black tapered candles and lit one corner of the photo; it burned bright orange and nearly consumed it completely before Hilda placed it in a small brass urn sitting on the large old wooden table in the middle of the space. Hilda incanted a few simple phrases in an ancient tongue as the photo turned to ash...and then she closed her eyes and smiled! ******************************************* Meanwhile, Rex was dressing for work. His favourite dark charcoal trousers and suit jacket were in need of special touch and he was just sliding up a treasured pair of OTC sheer black socks with a solid toe and heel as a very strange feeling swept over him. At first he felt a little sick, almost queasy. His head swam and he looked at the bedside clock...it was just 8:30 AM and he felt a bit hung-over. He thought that very odd since he had not had much to drink in ages! He finished pulling up the long socks and he lay back on his bed to clear his head. He lay and closed his eyes for about a minute when the feeling lifted and he felt suddenly almost euphoric....giddy as a loon! He sat up and laughed to himself. What the hell was happening to him? He felt perfectly alive, ready to tackle the world and then some! He marched down the steps and found his black slip-on loafers near the front door. Slipping them on with a carefree air, he sauntered out to the kitchen for a bite to eat before heading off to the advertising agency. Nephew Collin sat at the table mulling over a bowl of soggy cornflakes and he looked up at his jaunty uncle as he bee-bopped around the kitchen as if dancing. "You seem rather chipper, Uncle Rex!" Collin blurted out almost in a tone of surprise. "I know. Crazy! A minute ago I felt ill and now....ZING....I feel like dancing around!" Uncle Rex said as he slid into the chair opposite his skinny be-speckled nephew. "I worry about you, Uncle Rex...lots!" Collin said with deep sincerity gazing directly into his uncle's green twinkling eyes. Uncle Rex looked over and smiled with his usual winning way and said, "You, my dear nephew have nothing to worry about! I just feel I need to....to do something tonight after work!" "Great. You do need a night out. See your friends. Have dinner out. Hey, maybe we could catch a movie...just you and me?" Collin said with a look of pure optimism all over his freshly pimple creamed face. "You are 23 years-old! I am 50!! I need mature company sometimes...I am just an old fuddy-duddy!" Uncle Rex said laughing and munching playfully on a granola bar. "Maybe Rolf is free tonight...I could ask him at the shop?" Collin said with hope. "Hey, you don't need to arrange my dates! Plus...I feel a strange need to see somebody in particular. Somebody I know you don't like! And for that I am sorry....since she's really a great lady and super kooky!" Uncle Rex said as he gazed away from Collin and looked heavenward as if dreaming. "You mean Hilda! Hilda, who is not all that trustworthy and really makes my skin crawl like a Halloween spook!" Collin said in a tone of disgust. Uncle Rex's momentary reverie broke and he looked seriously over at his nephew. "Collin, watch your tongue. Hilda is our neighbour and 60 years-old...an elder of yours who deserves respect. She and I connected...yes, that's the word...connected that night two weeks ago and today I feel very motivated to call her and spend some time with her. And maybe Silas, too. I like him as well. So, if you are that uncomfortable with me seeing them here, I'll just call around tonight to Hilda's. I'm sure she won't mind!" "No, Uncle Rex...please don't see them! I really feel they are not what they seem!" Collin pleaded jumping to his feet. "Calm down. I shall do as I like, Collin. But I won't make you endure them...I shall visit them elsewhere. OK? That way you are able to steer clear of them and them of you. Frankly, I don't think they like you much either!" Uncle Rex said flatly as he made his way for the door. As Rex walked down the street toward the Underground station he felt odd, he never argued with Collin before. Why had he said all that? Why had he been so insistent on seeing Hilda? He really wondered if he was losing his marbles! Collin too slowly locked up the house and moped his way to the station a few minutes after his uncle had left. He'd never seen his uncle so obsessed with a notion before. They had never fought or shouted. What the hell did Hilda do? Hilda, he mused, must be a witch or demon! She was really odd and strangely eerie...who knew what she was capable of! Collin knew that he had to be vigilant or Hilda would snatch his dear Uncle Rex right out from under his nose! **************************************************** Bob Crenshaw had worked with Rex for years now at the agency. Bob, straight and very masculine had always admired adventurous, debonair bi-sexual Rex...the two had many private "off the record" chats and each deeply respected the other's opinions. Rex and Bob sat looking over an ad campaign that they were jointly responsible for; Bob was keenly aware that Rex's mind was elsewhere. "OK, mate...what on earth is on your mind today? We are alone. Tell me. Trouble in the home front? Nephew Collin off the rails?" Bob said with his round face beaming. "Bob, you know me too well! Yes, sort of. I never argue with Collin. He has been a joy to live with and now, today...we had a big disagreement. Silly really. But I feel torn." Rex said stroking his chin thoughtfully. "What did you fight about?" Bob asked innocently. "A woman. Damn it....a woman! Hilda has been a rather kooky neighbour for a fair few years and all of sudden she got me involved in one of her wacky ghost projects. She's a medium of sorts and it was all too crazy really. She went into a trance...oh, Bob...and we got a bit too cosy....if you get my drift. And now I feel this overpowering urge to see this 60 year-old MILF again and explore....explore!" Rex said as he lay back in his chair staring off into space. "Shit! You are in a spot of trouble. And let me guess, Collin feels strongly that you should stay away from her. Am I right?" Bob said with a big grin. Rex nodded solemnly. "I love Collin, like a son. But he has been so demanding about not getting wrapped up with Hilda or her helper...a sweet sexy younger guy named Silas. Collin wants me to just forget them....completely!" "Do you think more will happen? Sexually...or is it just platonic? Bob said sipping tea from a large mug. Rex mused. "Who knows? I really can't say. The odd thing is that it suddenly came over me today...this urge...this craving....to see Hilda again...and sexy Silas, too!" Bob sat up straight. "Call her. Call her now and arrange a meeting tonight before you go home. Get it out of your system. Do it now....before Collin can say or do anything to sway you. You're a big boy now...call her!" ****************************************************** The phone rang in the living room / office of Hilda's house at near on noon. Silas was busy looking over a set of old papers on the desk and lifted up the aged phone receiver. "Hello." "Silas, this is Rex. Rex from down the street." Rex said very calmly. "Oh, Rex. Hello. Of course I remember you. How could I forget our ghost hunt of two weeks ago...it was so revealing!" Silas breathed in his seductive cat-like purr. "Well, is Madame Hilda there?" Rex asked innocently. "Yes, she's in the kitchen brewing up some lunch for us. Hold on!" Silas insisted and Rex waited while Silas informed his mistress of the call. A breathy Hilda picked up. "Rex...my dear. I was hoping you would call. What can I do for you?" "Hilda, may I drop in to see you tonight on my way home...maybe for a drink?" Rex shyly asked. "Dear man, you can have two or three drinks and I won't charge you!" Hilda laughed in her girlish most flirtatious way. The plan was set and Rex was due at 6 PM for cocktails. Hilda hung up the phone. "Silas, come here!" Silas minced into the room on his delicate cat-like feet. "I know you heard all that...I know you eavesdrop all the time...you little sneak! BUT I forgive you! You need to be gone by 6 PM. I know Rex might like to see you, too...but I don't want your competition for his charms! You need to be elsewhere. Like keeping Collin amused....yes! Your task is keeping nosy nephew Collin completely busy while Rexy-pooh and I make further inroads into....mmmmmmm...well, into me!" Hilda said loudly with her bright red lips parted like a vampire about to strike. More to cum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Write me anytime!!!!! Love to hear from readers!!! derekjames57@yahoo.com