Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2023 04:35:42 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: A Year With Mr. Yates 3

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March04

The month began with a snowstorm that made sure no one inside left their
house but the post office workers and those with more courage than
brains. As a result of the weather, the local college closed.

In just his underwear, tight black ones, Dodge lay on his bed stroking
himself through the thin material. In just a few minutes, he had stroked up
a healthy hardon, which soaked the front of his briefs. Once he was hard,
he called up a specific website, entered in his code, and waited. While he
waited, he reached into his nightstand and took out a cheap clown mask from
last Halloween. He slipped it on and signed into a personal, private
site. Viewers alerted to his being online began dropping dollar tips. To
reward them, he flexed a few times, tugged a few more, then started working
his thick, round nipples while his fabric-covered cock strained toward his
audience.

Over the next few minutes, he gave them all a quick peek of his uncut
head. His tip amount went up and he gave them a few inches. A few more got
them several long, even strokes and a swipe of his thumb through the clear,
sticky mess at the head. He made sure everyone saw him use the stuff to
lube his shaft. More tips. Then, he started a slow, easy stroking of his
dick. Through the mask, he thanked them all and told them about other
events where he would do a little more. Dodge ended this particular stream
with a hearty stream of his own.

He wiped himself up with his underwear. Then, he hit the AUCTION feature to
open the bidding. They sold for over two hundred dollars.

March 6

Father Marcus Fleming left the pantry and pulled the door closed. He took a
few minutes to clean his glasses and replace them. The chill in the air
caused him to shiver but nothing like the thrill of his new purchase. There
were things to tend to but afterward, he would visit his new purchase and
all the pleasures it would bring him. Going to the kitchen, he started to
prep for lunch. He watched the snow falling outside his kitchen
window. Looking over the rim of his glasses, he noticed a cardinal jumping
out on the lawn.

Standing at the window to his room, Dodge watched new snow pile in on the
old. From his second floor bedroom, he noticed no tracks in the Bakers'
driveway, meaning they hadn't left the house. Next door, the Gardners built
a hefty snowman, dressing it with a colorful scarf and hat. Running his
hand down his stomach, Dodge noticed a little red bird dancing around on
the snow.

 Father Fleming rolled out his dough, paying special attention to the
edges, not letting them get too thin. He needed all the dough for these
cookies. Every once in a while, he glanced out the window to see where the
cardinal got to. His eyes caught movement but not on the lawn. In the house
next door, upstairs in the far window, somebody was there.

The good father's rolling pin came to a slow stop as he realized what the
person in the window was doing. Touching themselves.

The young man wasn't one of the many trim, athletic clones he saw in a
college town. He had an average body, thick and furry, and very
desirable. Marcus felt a familiar stirring as he watched this beautiful
specimen take pleasure in his own touch. Even though the house sat several
yards away, he could see the absence of outer clothing and the details of
movement.

Marcus left the rolling pin, then the kitchen, to go to his study. There,
he took a pair of binoculars from his desk and went to the window. From
here, he had a much better view of the window and the sweet figure in
it. From behind the safety of his curtains, he trained the binoculars on
the young man and the stirrings in his loins returned. They made him feel
dirty but he held tight to the binoculars.

Dodge kept feeling the fur on his stomach and chest. Inside his underwear,
his responsive cock twitched each time his fingers dipped into his pubic
hair. He called out for his phone to play a specific song and when it
started, he began swiveling his hips to the slow, rhythmic beat.  His
fingers eased into his pubic hair, then touched the base of his cock. He
tilted his head back, closing his eyes.

Appreciating this perfect view, Father Fleming watched this beautiful young
man swaying now. Dancing to what had to be a slow song, he moved like he
was in a trance. Talented fingers slid up and down his furry body and into
the top of his tight, white underwear with the name, PRIME in bold black
letters on the waistband. They fit so well, hugging his ample backside and
supporting his succulent bulge. God was good when he created young men such
as these, Marcus thought as he continued watching the sensual swaying of
this young, hairy god.

Through his PRIME underwear, Dodge closed his hand around his cock. After
giving himself a few loving strokes, he pushed the waistband down and under
his balls. He continued stroking himself, in time with the music,
now. Slow, sensual music, like the stuff he played for his Live show on
Friday nights. He liked the idea of slow-dancing for his audience but he
wanted to be in a room with them. He liked the idea of them being able to
touch him, fondle him, and do naughty things with their mouths to him. Lick
his nipples, which he tugged and twisted, suck his cock, which he teased
with his thumb for a while. Dodge imagined a room full of horny men and
their mouths moving all over his firm, hairy body. His cock responded by
oozing out a long, silver stream of his excitement.

"Temptation is the work of Satan," Marcus reminded himself. "God's
perfection should be appreciated but not lusted after. It isn't lust if you
don't...touch yourself."

He knew this to be justification for watching this young man with the PRIME
underwear snug under his balls and clinging to his ample backside. He
envisioned this beauty on a beach. A nude beach, like the ones in the
forums he sometimes visited. Under a different name, Steven Steele, of
course. Naughty Steven could look at pictures and watch videos of dirty men
doing dirty things and sometimes, with each other. Steven wondered what
possessed those men to put their godly mouths in such ungodly places. Why
would they lick...and suck...and tongue the warm, tender places between the
muscular cheeks of young, furry men...who danced in their underwear and
stroked their beautiful penises?

In his room, behind his locked door, Dodge caressed his balls with one hand
while tugging his thick nipple with the other. Cruz loved his nipples,
loved to mouth and abuse them like a dog did a chew toy. That hot mouth on
his nips felt like the closest thing to heaven he could think of. Cruz
liked biting, too. Not too hard but hard enough to get Dodge's dick up and
ready for fucking. Thinking of his boyfriend and the smooth, almost
hairless, dark skin made Dodge's already hard cock like steel. Cruz's
handsome face and its trim beard and simple mustache came into his head. In
spite of the slow music, he started working his hips faster.

A few more loving strokes of his cock and he was cumming like a
fountain. Free of his grip, his throbbing flesh pumped out arc after arc of
hot cum. Dodge watched the stuff shoot out, some of it splashing the
window. Smiling, he swung his hips, slinging his cum in different
directions.

Marcus sighed as he watched the sweet boy release. "But every man is
tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed." He went on
watching as the young man was covered in his own seed. "Then, when lust
hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin..." The young man brought his spent
seed to his mouth. "James 1...14 and 15. Such a beautiful...but sinful
young man."

The father's mouth went dry thinking of what such a liquid from such a
beautiful source might taste like. Pausing, he pushed his glasses back up
to the bridge of his nose. He refrained from touching himself, even after
the young man pulled the PRIME waistband back into place.

"Watching birds," he said, reminding himself of the purpose of the things
in his hand. "Just to watch God's beautiful creations...dance in their
tight, white underwear."

March 10

Dodge took one last picture of his white PRIME underwear. Once he was
satisfied with it, he loaded the picture to his Auction Block page and
waited. The bids started to climb right away. Pretty Out of Pink was in the
lead. He recognized the name as somebody regular to his streams and
auctions. Pretty had bought several of his camo-jocks, the ones he
auctioned back in November. Dodge smiled at the thought of somebody getting
hard off his jocks and underwear. He understood, though, just how powerful
the male scent was and how hard it made people.

After making sure the auction would go on all right, Dodge signed onto his
own site -- CLOWN TOWN. He smirked as he put on the white clown mask with
the sexy red smile. It wasn't a creepy smile, like ones in a horror
movie. This one was classy, hand-painted by an artist in Canada.  This mask
was for his regular Live events, the ones subscribers paid extra for.

Before going live, he checked the auction. Broker Stroker, another name he
recognized, put in a big bid. Right now, though, Sniffer Bear was in the
lead for his PRIME undies. Whoever they were, Dodge knew they were a
connoisseur of quality crotch-sweat. Sniffer was also a good tipper during
Live events, just like Broker Stroker, who really loved jockstraps.

Turned on by this, Dodge started his Live.



March 12

Dodge reminded himself of the date, going upstairs to his room. His dad
would be busy with some work thing and his mother was still snowed in
wherever she was. Dillon got trapped at school.

Dodge set up his chair in the corner, away from any telling markers of
where he was. He changed into a plain white shirt and pulled on an old
baseball hat. He turned off the lights, booted up his laptop, then signed
onto the website. This time, though, he was a watcher, not a performer.

Across the top, BROKER STROKER flared to life.

Black background, gold letters, animated glitter behind the name, it was
classy. He didn't have to wait long until the Live started. Broker sat in a
high-back chair with a curtained background and an end table with a
plant. Again, classy. The man wore a beige button-up, khaki pants, and a
burgundy tie, complete with tie clip and cufflinks.

"All right, you horny motherfuckers...who's ready for today's 'rising'
cock?" Broker asked, a play on the phrase, "rising stock."

"I am, you beefy fuck," Dodge answered, watching the man on the
screen. "Let's get this going!"

 Dodge sat back in his chair. Other cams came up in the side, some of the
guys dressed, some not, and some in between. Broker talked for a while
until the bids started. Then, he lost the khakis, revealing a nice
cream-colored jock, cream garters, and beautiful cream silk socks. He hung
his legs over the sides of his chair, letting everybody get a good look at
his firm, hairy cheeks, firmer bulge, and those gorgeous feet encased in
sensual silk.

Dodge thought he might start drooling.

More bids and Broker undid his shirt so he could rub his hairy chest. Dodge
loved it when Broker tugged on his nipples. When he was sure nobody could
see what he was doing, the young man slipped his underwear down and hefted
out his sizable dick. Broker did the same thing, moving aside the jock and
hauling out his cock. Stroking with this hot, older man on camera gave
Dodge a surge that went all the way through his body. He watched Broker
slip a finger into the crease of his ass and he thought about what it might
be like to do the same to the man. They stroked together for the rest of
the Live. When Broker shot back in his chair and erupted all over himself,
Dodge held back. He wanted to explode, though, seeing this hot man do what
he did. Most of all, he wanted to taste what the man shot out. He wondered,
as he tucked himself back into his briefs, if Broker tasted anything like
Cruz.

Just before Dodge closed his laptop, he switched over to the Auction Block
and put in a bid for Broker Stroker's cum-covered jockstrap.



March 15

Father Fleming stood up and dusted off his pants. He went from the study
into the living room where he admired his purchase from the first of the
month. They were a cool pink with a gray waistband and silver letters
spelling out STUD. Sitting on the couch, he ran his hand over the crotch
and imagined the slender young man who modeled them on his Live stream. The
young man was nice on the eyes and smooth, except the trimmed chestnut hair
above his penis. This person's screen name, Pretty Out of Pink, was cute to
the father, who remembered seeing the Molly Ringwald movie, "Pretty in
Pink."

"Galatians 5:19," he whispered. "Now the works of the flesh are
manifest..."

In his mind, he saw the young man slip the briefs down over his hips and
push them so sensually to his ankles, then step out of them. So
delicate. So beautiful was the way he moved, the way his rounded cheeks
parted as he spread his legs, then...and touched his even pinker spot with
wet fingers. Father recalled how easily those fingers slid up inside of his
pink opening and how the sweet young man made a soft sound as they
did. Father's own fingers touched the crotch of the underwear.

"...abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul," the father
muttered, still fingering the crotch of the purchased briefs. "First Peter,
2:11."

March 16

Dodge made sure his black and white clown mask was fastened tight, then
started his Live. He had added a black and white ruffle to the get-up and
wore only black and white briefs with a diamond pattern on them. It looked
hot, together, he thought as his own screen came up. A bold header saying
CLOWN TOWN scrolled across the screen as sensual circus music started. He
never spoke so the animations had to keep them entertained until he did.

 Already, there were about a hundred people waiting on him.

Soon as the room got to one fifty, he started some slow music and started a
sexy, sensual dance. The briefs were the focal point. He made sure
everybody saw the bulging front and the T-back before starting to move. As
he danced, he slipped the waistband under his balls -- a signature move, at
this point. He rubbed the back into his damp crack, making sure everyone
could see.

The viewers climbed to two hundred and fifty.

Sitting on the edge of a chair, he leaned back and spread his legs. Framing
his tall, proud dick with both hands, he tilted his head to one
side. Another signature, using his copious precum as lube for his
fingers. They slid into his pink pucker and he started an easy
back-and-forth with them. His dick responded with a slow cascade of
precum. He caught some of it and used it to stroke himself. Knowing what
his viewers wanted, he worked himself to the very edge of an orgasm. Only
when his body shook and his balls drew up tight did he stop.

His numbers climbed.

His fingers started to go faster this next time. His leaking cock twitched
and swayed as he fucked himself. As it moved, he felt the climb toward
cumming again. He gave the base a few loving squeezes but avoided the
length.  Working his hand, he went for deeper, not faster. The tips of his
fingers grazed his prostate, this time. Responding, his cock throbbed. He
did it again, knowing he wasn't going to back off, this time. He would
finish in a way few of his viewers had ever seen. His fingers grazed his
spot again and without touching his cock, it erupted.

Ropes of clear, thick cum lashed across his chest and up to his
shoulder. Through the mask, he groaned and sighed as he came. The release
was unlike most and had his whole body quaking.  Tilting the mask up just a
bit, he brought his cum-covered fingers to his mouth. He kept at it until
he got the majority of his load. The rest, he wiped up with his briefs.

When the stream ended, the white and black briefs were soaked in cum -- and
were up for auction.

March 19

Determined not to give in to lustful thoughts, Father Fleming stayed away
from his windows. He busied himself with tasks to help the community. At
the close of the evening, he ran a hot bath and was about to sink into it
when his computer dinged. He went to check the notification and found a
blinking screen indicating a request for a Live window to open. He clicked
OKAY.

The man on the other side of the message was reclined in a highback chair,
one arm tucked behind his head. The man was naked except for black garters
and black silk socks. Each leg hung over the side of the chair and the
man's thick fingers were working in and out of his furry hole.

Father Fleming sat down, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Thought you'd forgot about me," the man said, pushing his fingers in all
the way. "That'd be a shame since you paid for this."

"N-no, I didn't forget," Marcus lied.

"You said you wanted to see me finger myself first. This what you had in
mind...father?"

"Oh, yes, my son. Go deeper, please."

The hairy male plunged his fingers in to the knuckle. The tight hole
clenched and gripped him. He pulled back and his waving cock
throbbed. Thick globs of precum oozed from the head and ran down his
shaft. He groaned, thrusting his hips upward as he skewered himself with
his fingers. The good father told him how much this pleased him.

"Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost," Marcus said,
watching the thick streams running along the throbbing shaft. "John 6:12."

"Yes, sir..." the man said, swiping his thick fingers through the oozing
stuff and bringing it to his mouth. "Forgive me, father. I am sinning most
mightly!"

"Yes, you are, my wayword boy. Sin is a powerful thing."

"So is temptation. Am I right, father?"

"Yes," Marcus muttered, his eyes glued to the screen. "Bring yourself to
climax, my son. Keep your fingers deep in your filthy hole and bring your
massive member to climax!"

The man on the screen did as he was commanded. His grip loosened on his
cock and he started stroking it. His fingers moved back and forth in his
ass, making a thick, wet sound. His cock oozed all the more and he felt his
balls tighten. His silk-socked feet propped on the arms of his chair as he
thrust his hips upward. His breathing became shallow as he neared his
finish.

"Do it, now. Climax for me! Finger your filthy hole while you climax!"

Soon, the hairy man in the chair began convulsing as his cock sprayed his
chest and stomach with cum. Marcus marveled at the amount while watching it
splash the man's nipples, his chin, and even one cheek. He sighed as he
felt his own hardening penis respond to what he was watching. The beast of
a men with his beastly penis and filthy, hair-covered hole was cumming like
some wild animal in a cage and he was aroused by it. Father Marcus Fleming
waited until the man milked the last of his cum from the spongy, wet head
of his cock. Then, he smiled and hit the "Tip" tab at the top. The
transaction took just a few seconds.

"Broker Stroker thanks you for your generosity, father," the hairy,
cum-covered man said as he eased his fingers out of his ass. "I've got next
Sunday free again, if you'd like another session."

"Same time, then. Until next Sunday, you should pray, my son. Your lustful
urges will lead you to an unrepressed path of iniquity!"

"Oh, I hope so, father. I fucking hope so!"

The Live call ended. "I hope so, too, my son."

March 25

Mail deliveries were made on time for the first time in three weeks. After
going to the box, Dodge came back into the house carrying a cream-colored
envelope and wearing a broad smile. Preston looked up from his paper just
in time to see his son coming in. When he asked about the goofy grin, all
he got back er was a dreamy-sounding, "Oh, just an early birthday present
for myself. Nothing big, pop."

Upstairs, in his room, he opened the envelope and took out a sealed Zip-Loc
bag. Inside, folded up, was a very specific, very damp cream-colored
jockstrap. The note visible in the bag said, "Hope you enjoy all of me!"

On the same day, when Father Fleming found a few minutes, he went out to
collect his mail. A plain white envelope waited for him. Knowing what it
was, he took it inside and opened it right away. Sealed in a customary
Zip-Loc bag was a distinctive black and white T-back brief. With a sigh and
a pang of desire right to his loins, the father reminded himself of the sin
of lust before removing the musky briefs and laying them out on his coffee
table. He ran his fingers over the damp material and allowed his dirty mind
go back to the night the hairy young man stroked his thick penis and
released a torrent of warm cream all over himself. Father Fleming also
allowed himself a very brief grazing of his fingers against his own hard
penis. Inside silk briefs, his own penis released a sizable stream.

March 31

Coming back from his run, Nathaniel picked up the mail from his box. A few
letters, some bills, and a plain manila envelope were among the haul. He
took everything inside. He opened the manila envelope first. A Zip-Loc bag
with a smiling clown sticker slid out. The note inside read, "Another
little present from Clown Town. Thanks." He smiled as he inspected the
Zip-Loc. Inside was a pair of white briefs with PRIME in bold black letters
along the waistband.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered, going into the bedroom. "I'm going to have some
hot times with these!"

Closing the door, Nathaniel put the bagged briefs on a table. He went over
to a high-backed chair and sat down. After straightening his burgundy tie,
he logged onto his personal site. BROKER STROKER appeared on the screen in
big gold letters. He called up the webcam and greeted his viewers.

"All right, you horny motherfuckers...who's ready for today's 'rising'
cock?"

End of Part Three: March