Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2023 00:54:02 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: "A Year With Mr. Yates" 11

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November 8

Preston looked out the window. Across the street, Jason Baker waved to
him. Preston waved back, thinking about the kid's twentieth birthday last
month. Thanks to the work he did down at the lumber yard, he was filling
out real nice. Even his coat was strained on his shoulders. Jason walked
around the front of his car and opened the hood. He leaned in, reaching to
the back of the motor for something. Preston watched him move his legs
apart. The tight jeans he wore showed everything. Watching the Baker kid
kept his mind occupied, kept it off the rattling, clanking, and clapping of
metal and glass coming from the kitchen. The wife was prepping for a huge
meal and he was hating his four days off. She shrieked for him to come help
just as the twenty-year old straightened up, turned around, and waved
again. Preston smirked, then waved back. Cheeky Jason Baker grabbed the
bulge in the front of his jeans and gave it a healthy squeeze. Preston
smiled, letting him know he'd seen it.

November 10

Leaning back in his chair, Lyle Fenway centered the stack of fresh, hot
pancakes in front of him. It wouldn't be long now, he knew. Butter ran
along one side and crept toward another. Lyle felt his mouth start to water
but not from the butter. To the left of his chair, naked and stroking his
thick meat, Cruz Cortez looked like he was on the verge of cumming. On the
right of the chair, on loan from Sheriff Malone, Chad was also stroking a
long cock, also looking like he was almost ready. Lyle caressed either of
the younger men, his hands lingering on their sweet asses. Cruz's dark skin
glistened with sweat, thanks to the heat in the kitchen. Chad's sun-browned
body shook as he neared his release. Lyle's mouth was alive with
anticipation.

"Fuck, Mr. Fenway...oh, man...oh, fuck!"

Chad shot first. Long, thick ropes of cum shot from his sweet cock as he
moved in close. Lyle watched it lace his stack of pancakes, one long shot
after the other. He licked his lips as the sweet man-syrup kept erupting
over his breakfast.

"Yeah...oh, yeah! Yeah, man! Fuck!"

Cruz added his own sweet syrup, already close enough to the plate not to
miss. His own warm stream of cum hit the sides of the pancake stack,
mingling with the syrup. He kept pumping his hips, working them around
while he painted the pancakes.

"Excellent job, boys," Lyle said, picking up his fork. "Your money is on
the hallway table, just like always."

Chad reached for his pants, pulling them up as Cruz took his shorts off the
back of a chair. They each got their shirts from the floor and started
dressing. Lyle cut into his pancakes and took the first bite. His satisfied
"Mmmm" made Chad smile. The man savored his sweet syrup.

"See you next Tuesday, Mr. Fenway," Cruz said, getting his jacket off
another chair.

"Looking forward to it," Lyle said, taking another bite. "Thanks for
another great breakfast!"

November 13

Dodge rang the doorbell and waited. Cool air ruffled his messy hair. He had
enough time to run down his schedule in his mind before the door
opened. Surprised, the other man looked over the top of his glasses. Dodge
angled himself in the door so no one behind him could see. One hand
caressed the solid bulge in his jeans. The other undid the first few
buttons of his shirt. The man's mouth opened a bit.

"Got a few minutes, father?"

"I'm not a father," Ravi said, his eyes on the bulge.

"Right. Sorry, father. So, you got a few minutes for a lowly sinner?"

"My son is upstairs."

"Then, we stay downstairs." Dodge outlined his hard cock with one
hand. "I've sinned real bad, this time, father. Real, real bad."

"I can't...Sam and I...we have guests."

Smiling, Dodge saw this as a personal challenge. "You telling me your
guests are more important than my immortal soul, father?" He squeezed his
thick cock. "That what you're telling me?"

"Not today. You'll have to come back tomorrow...when I'm alone."

"You turn me away today, father, and it'll be forever."

Ravi saw the resolve in Dodge's eyes. "Filthy sinner," he said, shaking his
head. "Wait here."

Before he could close the door, Dodge blocked it with one hand. "Why not
ask Sam to come? I'm sure he'd love seeing his dad exorcise my demon."

"Filth." Ravi said, attempting to maintain himself. "Wait here."

"Ask me inside, father. Where it's warm."

The man's eyes darted to Dodge's hard crotch before stepping out of the
doorway. "Come in," he said. "Where it's warm."

Dodge came inside and Pastor Santino closed the door. They had a moment
between them before Ravi went into the living room. Dodge followed and
found Sam sitting on the couch. Across from him, in a large, wingback
chair, a woman he recognized as Ravi's ex-wife gave him a polite smile. He
smiled back. To her left, a girl Sam's age also smiled. Dodge smiled
back. Introductions were made before Ravi went to retrieve his coat. Left
with the others, Dodge explained about some things needing to be moved out
of a storage unit and how he agreed to help but found that today was the
only day he had free. By the time Ravi came back, the woman and girl were
already explaining why they needed to leave.

"I didn't mean to kick you out," Dodge said, looking apologetic.

"No, we needed to go, already. It was nice seeing you again, Dodge." She
insisted. The girl followed her to the door. "It was good spending time
with you," she told Ravi before kissing his cheek. "Have a good
Thanksgiving. Take care of yourself."

After she left, after Ravi closed the door, he went back to the living room
to face Dodge. The young man was sitting where his ex-wife sat. "Your
timing is terrible."

"Sorry, father. I was moved by the spirit." Dodge grazed his hard
crotch. "Looks like you got time for me, now, though."

"My son is..."

"Probably just as horny as you are," Dodge said, winking at Sam. "Little
Samuel's all grown up and a man has needs. Why don't we ask him what his
needs might be, father?"

Sam grinned. "Needs? You mean like...sexual needs?"

Dodge nodded, then leaned back on the couch. Both hands framed his tight
crotch and he gave both the Santino men a smile. It took a minute for Sam
to realize what was being asked but when he did, he slid off the couch and
knee-crawled over to Dodge. The larger man spread his legs and the smaller
eased in between them. Sam's right hand rubbed the front of Dodge's jeans
while his left hand undid his own. Dodge smiled at him, then cupped his
cheek.

"Been a while since we did this, huh?"

Ravi found it intriguing to see his son nod.

Sam undid Dodge's pants, then freed the massive member inside them. He and
Dodge shared a deep kiss before Sam put his mouth on the hooded head. Dodge
guided Sam's mouth down on his shaft and the other male went as far down as
he could without choking. When he came back up, the suction was tight,
causing Dodge to raise his hips a little.

"Damn...that's hot. When did you learn how to do that?"

Sam smiled, swirling his tongue around the head. "There's a lot I've
learned since last summer. How about you get out of those clothes and I'll
show you some of my new tricks."

Ravi went to the window and drew the curtains.

Dodge got up and Sam got him out of his boots and jeans. In between
removing items of clothing, he licked and sucked at the man's prick. Sam
was turned on by the light blue briefs Dodge wore so he kept those for
himself. Dodge pulled off the rest of his clothes, then removed Sam's
shirt. The smaller male worked himself out of his pants. In just a white
cotton jock, Sam returned to Dodge's dick, sucking and licking its full
length.

"Not going to join us, father?" Dodge asked, seeing Ravi walk to the
entrance to the room. "Aren't you even a little curious about my sins?"

"I have things to attend to."

"Stay, father. Take your clothes off and join us."

"I have to--"

"I said...take your clothes off," Dodge interrupted. His tone was firm and
commanding. "Don't make me have to tell you again."

Sam paused long enough to watch Ravi come around the back of the couch and
start to remove his clothes. When he was naked, Dodge called him over with
a single finger. Sam, still on his knees, marveled at the fully hard shaft
and leaking head.

"I knew you weren't going to abandon me," Dodge said, smiling. "How about
some communion, father? I'm sure you've done your fair share of sinning."

Unable to resist the carnal temptation of Dodge's nude body, the pastor
dropped to his knees and all but attacked the man. Mouth, hands, tongue,
lips, and anything else he could use, he worshipped Dodge Curry for a full
twenty minutes. Sam moved out of the way, turned on by what he was
witnessing. Ravi's mouth slid under the full, smooth balls as his hands
spread Dodge's cheeks. The large man bent over, using the back of the chair
for support. Ravi's warm tongue slid into his asshole. Dodge sighed. Sam
moved in front of him, mouthing and sucking on his cock. Father and son
gave him their full oral attention, each in their own way. Dodge set their
rhythm by rocking his hips. Tongue. Mouth. Hands. They all made him feel so
damned good.

Sam eased back first. "I'd love to keep this up but I have to be
somewhere. Maybe we can pick up some other time?"

Dodge nodded. "For sure, my man. Good seeing you again. Thanks for the
head."

"My pleasure," the other male said, getting to his feet. "Have fun, you
two!"

Left alone, Dodge and Ravi eyed one another. Still kneeling, his hands
wrapped around Dodge's thick length, the pastor's body was tingling with
desire and need. Dodge knew this, he could see it in the man's warm, sexy
eyes. Nude, hard, and needing cock, the pastor kissed the head of Dodge's
cock, then swirled his tongue in under the foreskin. The taste of sweat and
sin was intoxicating. He sucked in the precum, getting it all from the
folds, too. Dodge gyrated his hips a few times, punching his cock into the
man's warm mouth.

"I have a filthy confession to make, father." Dodge said this while lifting
his meaty leg and exposing his hairy hole. One finger grazed it, teasing
the man. "It's bad, father...so bad."

Mesmerized by this lascivious display, Ravi watched as Dodge teased
himself. He watched as the larger male used his own precum to grease up his
hole, to make it glisten. Ravi's mouth went dry as Dodge eased in a finger
and began working it around.

"Wh-what have you done...sinner?"

"Something very, very bad. I was at a party, not long ago. One where there
were a lot of dirty men with dirty money, just waiting to spend it. I
danced for them, father. Lewd, inappropriate dancing...where I touched
myself and exposed myself for them."

The finger went deep. Dodge worked it back and forth a few times before
adding more of his personal lube and a second finger.

"You tempted those men with your delicious body, didn't you, sinner!"

"I did, father! I tempted them into putting their grubby hands on
me. Hands, mouths, lips, tongues...everywhere, father! Those men licked,
kissed, touched, and sucked anywhere they could reach."

"And you liked it, didn't you, dirty whore!"

"I did! Fuck, yes, I liked it! At some point, I begged for it. I wanted
their filthy mouths all over my body -- and I got them. All of them! A few
of them even let me fuck them!"

Ravi's eyes trailed up to Dodge's. Jealousy shone in the pastor's
eyes. "You fucked some men at the sheriff's party -- and I wasn't one of
them?"

Dodge smiled, playing the game. "Yes, father."

"I'm not a father, boy! Just pastor, is fine."

"Yes, father. I'll remember next time, father."

Ravi stood up and moved in close to Dodge. The dynamic in their game
shifted and he knew what the boy wanted to play, now. He caressed Dodge's
cheek, then slid his thumb down over the boy's mouth. Dodge took his thumb
and sucked on it. How sexy he looked, naked and sucking. Ravi wanted the
meaty boy's cock in him but he was willing to play this game to get
it. Removing his thumb, he leaned down and kissed Dodge. Their tongues met,
teased, and withdrew.

"What else did you do at this party, sinner?"

"So many dirty things! Don't make me say!"

Ravi straddled Dodge's body, then reached back for his hard cock. He felt
the boy's fingers on his asshole, already doing the same cum-lube trick for
him. Dodge's eyes were like pools of sin that Ravi couldn't wait to dive
into. The fingers on his ass were maddening.

"Tell me!" He commanded, causing Dodge to smirk. "Tell me your sins so you
may be forgiven!"

"There is no forgiveness for what I did after."

Intrigued, Ravi propped one arm across the boy's chest. He reached back and
stroked him, feeling every hard and pulsing vein on the shaft. This was so
much better than the confines of the confessional, he thought, bringing the
boy's head to his hole. It went in so smooth, stretching him out in such a
fantastic way. Ravi sighed as the boy filled him. He rocked back on the
first few inches, loving the thickness. Dodge groaned, then growled. The
fucking animal, Ravi thought, burying the rest of the boy inside him.

"Tell me your sins..."

"After they made me fuck them, they took me upstairs to a dirty bedroom
where a dirty whore was spread out on the bed. Filthy, dirty
whore...letting those men touch him everywhere, just like they did me,
downstairs!"

Ravi worked his body so he could get the deepest penetration. Dodge's cock
went in all the way and he gripped hard, squeezing his hole tight as he
could. Their talk was about the game, about getting them both riled up
while Dodge provided him with the best playtoy he could imagine. He rode
the boy, working himself up as he listened to Dodge recount his nasty
escapades at Sheriff Malone's party. He felt his own cock throb as it
slapped Dodge's stomach, stringing it with precum. He rode even faster when
Dodge told him about approaching the whore on the bed and putting the same
cock now inside of him into this desperate creature.

"I fucked him, father! I fucked him as hard as you're fucking yourself,
right now -- and he loved it! He fucking loved it, just like you do -- you
fucking whore."

Ravi smiled, impaling himself on cock.

"Best of all? This fucking whore was one I already knew. Well." Dodge took
hold of Ravi's nipples and started torturing them. "I'd seen his face in my
darkest, dirties fantasies -- twisted with pleasure and pain from taking my
cock. I'd never approached him, though, father...it would have been a sin."

The tightness of Ravi's balls and the expanding cock inside him told the
pastor, they might reach their destination at the same time. He slowed a
little, then Dodge squeezed his nipples. He sped up as Dodge bucked his
hips. Riding the boy, the pastor decided to go all out. His cock swelled.

"This night, though...you did approach him...this whore you knew."

"Yes!" Dodge rammed his hips upward, increasing his pace. "When I saw him
on the bed, naked, with his filthy hole open and needing my cock -- I went
to him. I fucked him, father! I FUCKED that whore...just like you're
fucking me, right now! Hard and fast and without mercy!"

The dirty talk brought Ravi close to the edge. The mental picture of Dodge
pounding anybody was enough to make him spill and he was so damned close.

"Know who it was, father? This dirty whore I fucked? This whore I was
balls-deep in? All those men watching us, seeing us sin so bad! Know who it
was?"

Bracing himself on Dodge's chest, Ravi knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Dillon." Dodge said, triggering the pastor's release. "My own goddamned
brother! I fucked my whore brother in front of all of Sheriff Malone's
dirty, filthy guests -- and they loved it! Dillon did, too! He came like
you're about to!"

"Fuck...FUCK!" Ravi grabbed hold of Dodge's chest while he slammed down on
his cock. "FUCKING SINNER! You fucking...dirty...filthy...sinner!"

The pastor's thick cock spewed out a steady stream of hot cum. It throbbed
out of him, pumped by Dodge's admission and the nastiness of it -- but also
the fact that it turned the pastor on. He knew Dillon's warm hole would be
nice and tight and inviting -- why wouldn't this meaty fucker want to
plunge into it? Imagining them fucking in front of strangers sent another
wave through the pastor and he shot even more cum across the boy's chest.

Dodge squeezed the pastor's cheeks hard while slamming his own cum deep
into the man's gut. Growling like a beast, he injected his fuckjuice as
deep as he could into the holy man. He came harder knowing how turned on
the man got from his revelation. He also knew, even as he felt his cum leak
out of the well-fucked hole, Ravi would never tell anyone. He might have
been a shit pastor and a backslidden believer, but he also knew what
secrets to keep -- to keep the cock cumming.

November 15

Preston watched the wind rattle the leaves in the trees. Across the street,
in jeans, boots, and a jacket, Jason Baker put the last of their collected
leaves in a compost heap to the side of their house. He replaced the rake
in the garage, then came out to sweep the driveway. He and Preston made eye
contact. Jason smiled. Preston smiled back. Jason ran his hand up and down
the handle of the broom a few times. He put his open mouth over the rounded
top and pretended to go down on it. Preston's smile wavered. Jason pointed
at him, then to his own crotch. Preston's smile faded. Jason then hooked a
thumb over his shoulder. The invitation was very, very clear.

The wife called from the kitchen.

Jason backed up a few steps. His hand went up and down on the broom a few
times. He smiled when he got to the garage. Preston swallowed hard when the
Baker kid cupped his bulging groin. Imagining twenty-year old Jason Baker
without his clothes, in the woods behind his house, Preston made a helpless
gesture and hooked his own thumb behind him.

The wife called again.

He answered. She asked him to run an errand for her. He agreed.

Getting his keys, he told her he was going to run some errands of his own
since hers weren't pressing. Not waiting for an answer, he went out the
front door and toward his own garage. Across the street, Jason called out
to him. He hesitated long enough for the kid to get to the end of his
driveway. Preston hit the button on his key to raise the garage door.

"Going out?" Jason asked, both hands sliding into his pockets. "Can I
come?"

Preston glanced back to his front door. "You need a ride or something?"

"Or something."

After getting into and starting his car, Preston pulled out, then slowed up
and stopped in front of the Baker house. Jason leaned into the open
window. Disheveled blond hair hung down over his hazel eyes. Full, pink
lips parted when he spoke, showing a hint of tongue. Preston saw down the V
of his shirt at the defined muscles of his smooth chest.

"Can't take you with me. Wife's home and I can't be gone long."

"I could always meet you," Jason said, the tip of his tongue touching his
teeth. "In the woods, later? After everybody's gone to sleep? Like last
June?"

"It's cold as fuck outside, boy."

"Maybe. My mouth is hot as hell, though."

Preston glanced at his house, then back to Jason. "Best not. What if the
wife saw you doing that to the broom handle, then you got in the car with
me. Another time."

"Your loss, daddy."

"Don't call me daddy, Jason. It's not sexy or cute."

"Maybe not but you're both."

"Shit," Preston said, rolling up the other window. Jason stepped away from
the car. "Fucking cocktease. This fucking town is full of goddamned
cockteases! Why the fuck do I put myself through it?"

He continued on into town.

November 21

Lyle sat down. It felt like it was deep January, what with the wind and the
falling temperature. Hot coffee was going to be the order of the day. As he
took the menu from its place on the table, the door to the café
opened and Preston Curry came in. He took his usual seat and picked up his
menu. Right on cue, Chad bounced out of the back and sauntered over to his
table. They exchanged some words. Lyle just enjoyed the view of Chad's hot
body from the back. Those jeans held nothing from the imagination. Even the
shoulders of his polo shirt told a story of hot muscle.

Chad came to Lyle's table, next. "What can I get you...sir?"

Dropping his voice, Lyle pretended to look over the menu. "Maybe an extra
helping of 'gravy' this Thursday? Being as how it's Thanksgiving and all."

"It'd have to be around eleven. Family's coming in that afternoon." Chad
told him, writing on his pad. "Want me to call Cruz?"

"Two is always better than one," Lyle said, smirking. "I think I'm going to
do the burger."

"May is working the kitchen today so I can't add the 'special sauce' like
usual. Sorry."

Lyle folded the menu but held it so nobody could see how he responded. "We
gonna see you this Friday? All of you?"

Chad smiled. "Maybe. Mike was all right with October because it was
Halloween and my costume had a tail. He's pretty protective of me."

"From what I saw on Halloween, I can see why he wants to keep you to
himself."

"Just the burger, Mr. Newman?" Chad asked, noticing other customers coming
by. "Anything I can get for you?"

"Some coffee would be great. Sugar. Hold the 'cream' this time."

"Cumming right up," Chad said with a sly wink.

Putting the menu back, Lyle glanced over to the corner. Preston gave him a
polite nod and he nodded back. They passed each other a few times but Lyle
didn't know much about the other man. Aside from the military history he
mentioned at church, Preston Curry was a mystery. The way he wore his
clothes and the way his shoes were always shined was just a hint inside the
man. Lyle chuckled to himself when he thought of 'inside the man' and what
it meant. He called back a memory of a summer when he'd been driving out by
the pond and saw Preston without a shirt. His pants thickened as he
remembered that day and how Preston's body looked.

Chad brought his coffee. Lyle thanked him.

Preston turned back toward him, angling in his chair. Lyle saluted him with
his coffee cup. They shared a smile. Preston didn't look away. Lyle wasn't
sure he wanted to, either. Noise from the other customers was distracting
but Lyle was intrigued now. Preston glanced over toward the bathroom. Lyle
wasn't sure that was a good idea, not on a weekday with it being so
crowded.

Chad brought the burger and put it on the table. "Marge took a smoke
break. I was able to 'cum' up with your 'special sauce' after all. Enjoy,
handsome."

Before taking the first bite, Lyle took a peek under the bun. Creamy fluid
covered the meat. "Fuck, kid. You're the fucking best."

As Lyle bit into his burger, Preston turned in his seat. The warm meat and
its seasoning tasted fantastic but Lyle wondered what would have happened
if he'd taken the man up on his offer. What kind of 'special sauce' did
Preston make and how would it taste on pancakes or a burger? Lyle savored
Chad's brand but he couldn't stop thinking about the what-ifs.

November 26

Nathaniel double-checked before getting dressed and heading out into the
cold. The truck started right up and he pulled out of his driveway without
any problem. Snow was coming so he needed to make the trip and get home
beforehand. He paused before putting the truck into gear. Jason Baker was
at the end of his driveway. Jason. White Cotton Jockstrap. Baker. Nathaniel
smirked as he thought of the many times he and Jason discussed his choice
of attire for Sheriff Malone's parties. He pulled the truck up to the end
of the drive and rolled down the window.

"Need a lift?" He asked. "I'm heading out to stock up before the snow gets
here."

"Yeah?" Jason asked, coming over to the truck. "Got some extra time? Maybe
for a holiday video extra?"

"I filmed all the extra Broker Stroker content a few weeks back."

"Damn. I thought I might make another cameo."

Nathaniel reached over and opened the door. "We can stop in at the
library. If you're quiet, this time, we can do a quickie in the upstairs
office. I can always put it out first week of December."

Jason got in and closed the door.

Several miles later, after the important things were tended to, Nathaniel
and Jason snuck into an upstairs office on the second floor of the library
one town over. Jason locked the door while Nathaniel set up the camera.

"We gonna do any preliminary stuff?" Jason asked, getting out of his
clothes.

"Nah. I'll do it all in voiceover."

"You know that hip-thing you do...when you're close to cumming?" Jason
smiled. "That's so fucking hot. It really pushes your cock in deep. Only
this time, since I'm going to blow you, try to hold off. I want to taste
your cum, not just be forced to swallow it."

"You're gonna blow me, huh?" Nathaniel asked, now naked. "Not gonna give up
that ass?"

Jason let himself be wrapped up in the larger man's arms. He let himself be
kissed, let his mouth be opened by a thick tongue. When the meaty fingers
slid under his balls, he spread his legs as far as he could get them. Those
fingers worked his hole. He groaned when he felt how slick they were, how
they stirred his deeper need. Nathaniel lifted him off the floor and he
swung both legs over the man's hips. Holding to the man's neck, he bit his
lip when Nathaniel's warm cock, slick with precum, slid into him. It opened
him up and kept him open. Jason gripped Nathaniel's shoulders as the
pounding started. Standing in the middle of the room, using just his hips,
Nathaniel plowed into him and didn't stop. All Jason could do was hold
on. Nathaniel held the younger man's hips, using them to steady him. They
kissed, hard. Their tongues worked against each other. Jason felt the
thickness expand. The other man's hips did a swivel, then a quick
jab. Jason knew what came next.

Sweet, hot, thick cum blasted up inside of him.

"Goddamn..." Jason sighed, feeling his body respond to the
eruption. Between him and Nathaniel, his own dick flared and started
shooting. "Oh...fucking...hell..." He muttered, falling into the bigger
man's body. "That wasn't fair."

Nathaniel kissed him, then gave his hips another swivel. "Don't ever tell
me what to do with my own body...boy. That 'hip thing' gives you what we
both know you need, no matter where my cock is, at the time I do it."

Smirking, Jason nodded. "Yes, sir." He kissed Nathaniel back, grinding his
own hips down on the still-hard cock inside him. "But, could I please have
another? Maybe one a little slower, this time?"

November29

Preston did a final check of the dinner, then made sure everything else was
what it needed to be. The table was set. His wife's hotel in California
confirmed she was in her room and sleeping. Dillon was in his dorm
room. Dodge was...wherever Dodge was when he wasn't here. Preston turned
out the hallway lights, the living room lights, and the ones in the laundry
room. The ones in the dining room were soft and inviting. The ones in the
kitchen were only the ones he needed to see with. As he was coming into the
kitchen, the doorbell rang.

He almost ran to the door.

"Brought wine," Nathaniel said with a wide smile. "I'm also a little
early."

"Fifteen minutes. Nothing major."

Coming in, Nathaniel closed the door, himself. Instead of letting Preston
lead him into the house, he took the man by the hand and held it. He locked
the door. Instead of going into the dining room and starting their meal, he
pulled Preston into his arms.

"Meat out of the oven?"

"Uh-huh," Preston nodded. "Warming...with the bread."

Nathaniel put the bottle of wine on the side table. "I need to tell you
some things."

"Okay." Preston said, staring into the man's eyes. "You can tell
me...whatever you need to."

"The other night wasn't a set-up. The kid was supposed to be gone by the
time you got there. Besides, it's not like he's a blood relative. He's your
wife's nephew, right?"

"Yeah," was all Preston could manage.

"Thing is, though...way back in February, me and Freeman...we fucked your
son. More like I fucked him and Freeman watched -- until he wasn't
Freeman's student anymore." Nathaniel held the other man close. "Then, we
both fucked him. Twice. Then three more times -- at the same time. Both of
us inside him. Railing him. Breeding him. The kid's a slut for cock. And
cum. And armpits. Hell, if I'm being honest, the kid's a slut for anything
male."

"Yeah," Preston said again. "It's not a secret."

"Dodge, too. I fucked Dodge at least six times. Maybe more, I don't really
count. He even fucked me a few times -- and goddamn, is he good."

"I figured he would be," Preston said, reaching for the top button of
Nathaniel's shirt.

"One other thing? I think you've been spying on me."

Two buttons led to three, then four. Preston pulled on the shirt and it
came free of Nathaniel's pants. He let it fall on the floor, then started
on the belt and zipper. Nathaniel got out of his shoes. Preston unbuttoned
the pants and let them fall.

"A week back, when I was nailing your boy, I thought I saw somebody in the
hedge outside. I fuck downstairs because of the Broker Stroker stuff. I
don't have curtains on those windows."

"What makes you think it was me?" Preston asked, undoing his own pants. "It
could have been half a dozen people. This place is notorious for nosey
neighbors."

Now in just a jock, Nathaniel moved them to the stairs. "It's not the first
time I've seen somebody out there. Time before this last one, after I was
finished fucking your other boy, I turned off the lights and waited to see
where the person would leave the hedges and walk back to. Know where they
went?"

"My house?"

Nathaniel nodded. "Your house. How long you been spying on me, neighbor?"

"Since you moved in," Preston admitted, sliding his hand into the jock.

"Like what you see, I'm guessing."

"Yeah."

"I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck you, now."

"I hope so," Preston said, stroking him. "It's about fucking time, I
guess."

End of Part 11: November