Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2023 04:46:37 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: A Year With Mr. Yates 4

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April 8

Work for Preston picked up once the snow was gone. When the last of the
previous month's bills had been paid, he decided to splurge on art
supplies. Margaret gave her approval as she was coming out of the
shower. Her job was taking her to California for a week so she started to
pack. Preston got dressed for work, then went to get breakfast started. The
kitchen was empty because the boys made it back to school. He liked the
quiet. He made pancakes since he had time.

Across the street, in his kitchen, Nathaniel put the finishing touches on a
chocolate cake. Three cakes, done and decorated, and ready for
pick-up. This town was sleepy enough when the snow kept them inside but the
first hint of good weather and they were buzzing around to get things
done. The pastor at the church called about him helping with a bake
sale. The father who pitched in called about maybe helping with a coat
drive the following Saturday. Some woman called to ask if he would help
build some things for the upcoming carnival in May. Having a big heart,
Nathaniel said yes to everything, then put it all on his calendar.

On the lawn, Preston saw the first bud of the purple flowers around the two
trees in the front yard. It made him smile, this new life coming after the
winter. Sliding the key in the lock of his car, he glanced over at the
neighbor's house. He got a glimpse of Yates in his kitchen. Bare
shoulders. Meaning, he wasn't wearing a shirt. All that hair, Preston
thought, opening his door. Just exposed and out there for anybody to run
their hands through. Fucker.

The pastor came by around two, introducing himself as Ravi Santino. A woman
named Annette helped with the cakes. She bragged that the pastor would be
forty-eight later in the month and that they might be back for another
cake.  Nathaniel smiled, then congratulating the pastor. As they shook
hands at the door, the pastor held on just a little too long for it to have
been casual. Their eyes connected, too. Ravi's warm brown ones darted to
the deep V of Nathaniel's open button-up. Just to provide a little more
temptation, Nathaniel slipped another button loose, exposing more
skin. More hair.

Preston's afternoon clients were very happy people when they left his
office. One of them commented on the picture of his sons on his desk and
how much they looked like him. He didn't tell her, one of those boys in the
picture of three was his nephew.  As the woman left his office, Preston
thought about his shy nephew and wondered how he was liking his job in the
bakery. Coming back to his desk, he got on the phone to find out for
himself. Gavin answered and they started talking like no time, at all
passed between them. They didn't talk about Gavin's father, just about the
things going on with him and what he was getting up to with his job and
life.

Back at Nathaniel's, Ravi proved to be an eager cocksucker. Once Annette
announced she would drive the cakes on, the pastor was on his knees with
his mouth working Nathaniel's hooded cock. He could smell the musky scent
coming off the dark blue jockstrap as he slid his tongue into the heavy
foreskin. The taste was tangy and he loved it. Ravi sucked in the skin,
tongued it, chewed it a little, and tugged it with his lips. Smoothing it
back, he worshipped the head for several minutes. His hands slid up and
down the man's hairy legs, thrilled at how strong they felt. The
combination of muscle and hair was just as intoxicating for him as the tang
and scent of the man's hard cock.

Soon, Nathaniel took charge and the back of the man's head. Pastor Santino
started moaning the second Nathaniel started pumping his hips. They had ten
minutes and Nathaniel was going to make sure the other man didn't leave
until he was fed. The pastor held tight to his legs as he took the full
length of cock into his throat over and over again. For eight of those ten
minutes, Nathaniel deep-dicked his throat, not caring that the man was
choking on him.

In the office, Preston laughed at Gavin's wit and charm. It amazed him how
much the boy knew about art and painting. They talked about other things
before Preston asked about a boyfriend. Gavin was evasive but didn't deny
having one. They moved on to talk about the upcoming 4th of July. Toward
the end of the conversation, Gavin mentioned visiting him soon since he was
on campus a lot. Preston assured the young man, he was welcome any time.

April 13

Ravi held tight to the edge of the sink. One leg propped on its edge, the
other supported his weight. Behind him, Nathaniel grunted like a bull as he
plowed the pastor like a new field. In and out, hard and fast, the man's
girthy cock opened him up every time it slammed into him. Ravi groaned, at
first, until the thrusts increased and he could not catch his breath. Then,
his face was pressed against the glass of the window and all he could do
was make little noises and push back against the hard fucking. His own cock
throbbed and pulsed as Nathaniel continued, showing his hole no mercy --
just like he asked.

Ravi reached back, hoping to urge the man on but Nathaniel swatted it
away. This made him fuck even harder, causing the pastor to groan
louder. "Fuck...God is good...oh, fuck! FUCK!"

Nathaniel grinned and continue to skewer the man who came by half an hour
ago to collect more cakes for his bake sale. Looking down, he saw the warm
vanilla icing he'd used for lube running down the pastor's balls and legs,
along with his first load of cum. His second was on its way.

Pastor Santino opened his mouth to say something but the jostling turned
his words into sound and noise. This hard, hairy fucker was giving him
everything he wanted! Soon, he could feel it in the man's tensed legs and
firm grip, he would be giving him massive amounts of hot cum!

Spreading his legs as far as he could, he braced himself for this. The
hairier male speared himself into the welcoming hole. Putting both arms
over his head, allowing his armpit-stink to waft around the both of them,
he sped up his thrusting hips. The full length drove the pastor
forward. Ravi held to the side o the counter, screaming that it was too
much. Inside, though, it wasn't enough. His hungry ass gripped the man's
cock every time it tried to leave him.

After months of bake sales, church socials, charities, and gossipy women,
this hairy fuck was just what he needed. The cock ramming his hole drove
all those things away. All he focused on, now, was the fact that his own
cock was jerking and releasing almost a month of pent-up repression.

Nathaniel gripped the man's hip, then started to cum. Closing his eyes, he
held himself half-in, half-out so the stuff had some room. The first shot
caused the pastor to groan. The second and third made the man push back
onto his cock, then groan like he'd been beaten -- and liked it. Standing
in his kitchen, light pouring in the window, he and Pastor Santino coated
his counter and sink with tremendous amounts of sticky, hot cum.

April 15

Preston finished his paperwork early and decided on a local café for
dinner. His server was a lean guy with shaggy brown hair and a lopsided
smile. His nametag said, Chad. They shared a little small talk before the
kid took his order and disappeared into the back to put it in. He came back
with Preston's drink and put it on the table.

"Anything else I can get you...sir?"

Preston looked up, caught by the way the kid said, "Sir." Chad was smiling
at him, the way a gazelle about to get eaten might smile at a lion. Preston
gave the kid the once-over, the way his shirt fit, the way his waist
tapered, the healthy bulge in his khaki pants. Instead of taking the kid up
on any offer he might be making, Preston tapped his hand on the table,
making sure the kid saw the gold band on his ring finger. Chad looked
disappointed as he walked away. The man's eyes lingered on the kid's perky
ass, though, then tried to calm the swelling in his crotch.

After his meal, Chad brought the check.

"Don't come in here a lot," the kid said, lingering at the side of the
table. "You from out of town? Out of state? Another planet?"

"Sometimes, it feels like it," Preston said, reaching for his wallet.

"Small towns like this, people know everybody. How come I don't know you?"

"I stay to myself. I work close, and most of our lunches are delivered by
my company. No need to visit the local places, much."

Preston slid his bank card over. Chad made sure their hands touched when he
reached for it. The kid looked into the man's eyes and smiled. This simple
gesture went right to Preston's groin and lit a fire. The swelling of hic
cock was immediate. Not sure he wanted to look away, he stared back. His
mouth was dry. His hands were hot. The kid's mouth was kissable. It would
also look amazing around his cock, he thought as he eased back his hand.

Chad took the card. "I get off at nine." The kid said. "I could get off
again at nine fifteen if you wanted to come back and give me a ride home."

"You don't know how much I'd like to see that. Even more, to be responsible
for it. I'm afraid, the only tip I can give you will be the one left on the
check. I'm sorry."

"So am I," Chad said, disappointed. "You're cute, Mr. Curry."

 April 17

Trees started to bud and birds started to come back. Preston started
getting things ready for spring, meaning he was outside a lot more, moving
mulch and prepping. The more he worked, the more he thought about the kid
at the café, about how he walked, how he flirted, and about how the
slender curve of his twenty-two year old ass was something he'd like to see
more of. Every time he thought about this, he thought of his sons, of his
wife, and how acting on it would end everything for him. As he pushed mulch
around the bottom of a new bush, he tried to push thoughts of Chad, and
others like him, out of his mind.

"Howdy, neighbor. Whatcha doin'?"

"Jesus, fuck!" Preston shouted, whirling around to find the hairy guy from
next door standing on the sidewalk. "Warn a guy, next time! Don't be
sneaking up on folks that way!"

"Glad the snow's gone?" Nathaniel asked, his hands on his trim hips.

"Yeah. Not big on the wet and mess. You?"

Nathaniel smiled. "I like a little bit of mess. I also don't mind the wet."

Preston felt his mouth dry up.

"I'm Nathaniel Yates. Your neighbor."

"Preston Curry," the other man said, taking the hand offered. "Good to
finally meet you after four months. Sorry I haven't been over before now."

"No worries. The...wet...and...mess...kept you inside. I get it."

Looking down, he noted that Nathaniel hadn't let go of his hand. They stood
there, silent, the hairy fuck of a neighbor smiling at him, holding his
hand...giving off a strong scent of sweat. For almost two whole minutes, it
was like this. Preston felt his crotch swell.

"Well, I'm going to get back," Nathaniel said, easing his hand out of
Preston's. "I've got a guest and he doesn't like to be kept waiting. You
know how twenty-somethings are. Impatience about having their asses filled
with cock."

This was mind-blowing for Preston. This hairy, hot fucker just outed
himself to a total stranger. Preston thought about Chad again and how the
kid had been bold enough to write his number on the receipt for his
meal. He thought about going inside and calling him. What if Margaret
walked in on him? What if the boys heard him talking? Shaking his head, he
finished the mulching instead. The kid's face and the neighbor's words
wouldn't leave him, though. They both worked their way back into his brain
before he got his work finished.

After taking a break, he went into the house. Margaret was gone. The boys
were at school. He took out his phone and dialed the number. The thought of
Yates going at it with Pink Shirt Guy was too much for him to put out of
his mind. The phone rang and rang.

"Hey, this is Chad!"

Preston thought he might have gotten the voicemail before the kid went on.

"I thought this might be you. What took you so long?"

Going into his study, Preston locked the door and leaned against it. "I'm
in a rough situation. I don't have a lot of time to myself."

"Cool. You wanna do a quickie, then? I'm not working until three, a whole
two hours from now. I can come over or meet you somewhere."

The kid's voice was smooth and it went right to his groin. Twenty-two and
talking like a guy in his thirties on the hook-up sites. Preston sighed. He
unbuttoned his pants and slid in a hand. Chad kept talking for a few
minutes.

"I can't come out today. I was wondering if we might...talk."

"What do you want to talk about?"

Preston closed his hand around his cock, closed his eyes, and said,
"Surprise me."

April 22

Reclined in his chair, Nathaniel watched the kid's perfect, expert mouth
slide up the inside of his thigh. A long, pink tongue slid under his balls,
teasing him. The man spread his legs wider, indicating the kid should keep
going. As he did, Nathaniel hit the RECORD button his phone. The kid paused
just long enough to smile for the camera before going back to work. His
tongue worked around the full balls, then back under them. One they were
slick, he took one into his mouth and sucked hard on it. Nathaniel worked
his way to the edge of the chair and the kid let his ball go. They smiled
at one another as the man put a hairy leg over the kid's shoulder.

"Wanna have a little more fun?"

The kid in the pink tank top and jock smiled as he nodded.

Nathaniel hit a number on his phone. The other man answered. "I have one of
the sweetest cocksuckers in this whole town tonguing my balls, right now."
A pause. "Twenty-one." Another pause. "Uh-huh. He's done such a good job, I
wanted to give him a reward. You wanna help out?"

The kid's mouth eased in under the man's balls. Devilish eyes stayed locked
on Nathaniel as his warm, slick tongue eased in around the man's tight
pucker. He worked his tongue in, pleased when Nathaniel stuttered on the
phone and missed a few words, all together. He clamped his mouth down on
the tender ring and pulled it in between his teeth to give it a gentle
bite. Nathaniel hissed in pleasure.

"Yeah...get the fuck over here. This kid just earned a double-header,"
Nathaniel said, ending the call. "Do that again. Slower this time."

The kid obliged, driving Nathaniel to shout with pleasure, this time. The
kid proceeded to give the man one of the deepest, longest rim-jobs of his
entire life.

A few minutes later, after letting his friend in, Nathaniel repositioned
the kid in the pink tank top. This time, the kid was kneeling on an ottoman
in the center of the living room. The friend, Freeman Sweeney, pulled his
blue briefs to one side, giving the kid something to smile about. The
professor watched the kid's perfect pink lips ease over the head of his
cock and down its length. He always loved it when they took their time. The
kid's mouth didn't stop until his nose was buried in the professor's
pubes. While he sucked, the kid let Nathaniel spread his legs and return
the favor from before. The kid's eyes went wide after just a few
minutes. Freeman cupped his hand on the kid's head, keeping him from
backing off or having second thoughts. Pretty soon, the kid continued and
Freeman started pumping his hips in counterpoint to his mouth.

The panicked look came again when Nathaniel touched the kid's lubed ass
with his cock. Freeman let him off his own so he could breathe. The kid
took hold of the man's hip to steady himself. Nathaniel eased into him and
he kid's head fell forward. His forehead rested on Freeman's hip. He
winced, at first, then pushed back against Nathaniel. The slow entry made
the kid groan. On his own, the kid returned his mouth to Freeman's cock and
the professor started rotating his hips, again. Soon, Nathaniel was all the
way inside him and the kid was going crazy! He shoved himself back on the
man's cock while getting as much as he could of Freeman's into his hungry
throat.

Both men's focus was on the kid in the pink tank. After a few minutes, they
switched up, forcing him to take Nathaniel's girth in his mouth while
Freeman fucked him. They wanted to keep him confused as to what cock he had
where. For his part, the blissed-out kid was delirious with dick. He did
not stop groaning and pushing his body toward whichever man provided the
most pleasure.

They never removed his pink shirt but both men played with his pink, pearly
nipples, often at the same time. After they flipped the kid onto his back,
Freeman nursed one while Nathaniel teased and twisted the other. The kid
squirmed beneath both men, no matter who was doing what to him.

"Ready for the finale?" Nathaniel asked, already hauling the kid off the
ottoman.

The man sat down and the kid straddled him. Freeman moved in behind him,
already applying more lube than before. The lean muscle flexed as the
younger male pressed himself against Nathaniel, then reached back to fill
himself with cock. Thanks to Freeman, the thick shaft slid up into him
without a problem. The professor positioned his own blunt head at the kid's
hole and Pink Shirt Guy was all too eager to have it inside of him, too.

Holding to the kid's shoulders, Freeman had the advantage of longer, deeper
thrusts. His cock slid alongside Nathaniel's, an added sensation. For his
part, the kid bounced down on Nathaniel's hardness, not wanting an inch of
it out of him for long. Soon, he was forcing both men to match his
enthusiastic gyrations, making them keep his asshole stuffed with
cock. Both men were all too happy to oblige him, each one trying to outdo
the other one.

"Fuck, kid..." Nathaniel swore, holding his hips. "This is...what you
wanted!"

Through clenched teeth, the hairy man let out a sound. His hips slammed
upward one more time before releasing a fountain of cum. The stuff blasted
the warm insides, making Freeman groan. The professor didn't have time to
think before he was also spraying the kid's asshole with all he had. He
held tight to the kid's hips as he emptied himself. Both he and Nathaniel
were exhausted from the afternoon's events but as soon as they recovered
from their fifth or sixth orgasm, Pink Shirt Guy said, "Can we do it
again?"

April 25

Chad held onto the end of the bed. Behind him, making the frame rock, the
hot daddy sawed back and forth in and out of his ass. The thickness of his
cock felt like a hot poker being rammed up into him and it felt so good!
The heavy slap of the man's balls on his ass was also a nice feeling. Chad
sighed, then started whimpering as his own need got to be too much for
him. He couldn't let go of the bed or the man would shove him into the
floor. The man groaned. Chad held on. The hard fucking got even harder,
like the man could only focus on his own pleasure -- and Chad didn't mind,
at all!

A few minutes later, Chad's shoulders were on the carpet, his legs were
spread wide, and the man's cock was drilling deeper into him. The man
grunted like a wild animal, shoving and skewering him as deep and as hard
as he could. Chad sighed, then groaned, then started huffing. It was almost
impossible for him to breathe but he didn't care. He stared up at the beefy
man, at the time-worn lines at the sides of his eyes, the thick mustache,
the trimmed beard, and the thick pecs, now covered in sweat. The man stared
back and gave him a quick smile before putting even more force behind his
thrusts.

"Whore," the man said, putting one foot on the floor and turning the
younger man to the side. "Filthy motel-room whore..."

In his position, it was hard for Chad to nod, but he tried. When the man
released one of his ankles, he wrapped it around the man's waist. He kept
pushing into the hard cock, making the bigger man groan. Soon, the two of
them came to same place. The man's thick body slammed hard into him two
more times before he roared out his release. Grunting like a beast, the man
emptied his balls in the boy -- and Chad was all too happy to be his
cum-dump. Thick blasts of the stuff shot into the boy, who groaned his own
delight. The man keep pumping as he took hold of Chad's hard shaft.

"N-no..." Chad whimpered. "Oh...fuck...I'm too close!"

Soon, he was spraying his lean little body with his own hot cum. The stuff
splashed his stomach, wetting his hairy trail, his chest, and even his
face. For the man's enjoyment, he opened his mouth and caught a lot of what
continued to shoot out of him. The man's grin was pure pleasure as he
watched the kid take his own load -- one he fucked out of him.

"And, he's a cum-slut, too." The man said, squeezing the last of Chad's
load out of him. "That's my sweet boy, all right. A whore, through and
through, and a cum-slut as a bonus."

The man eased out of the warm hole and let Chad right himself. He crossed
the room and picked up his black briefs. The younger man sat down on the
bed, pushing the hair out of his eyes.

"You're leaving?" Chad asked, watching the man pull the briefs
on. "Already? It's not even been the full three hours."

The man pulled on his shirt and started buttoning it. "Have to. Got an
early shift."

Chad leaned back on the bed, disappointed to see the still-sweaty daddy
reach for his pants. Before the man could zip up, Chad sauntered over to
him and put a hand on his plump bulge. This got a smile out of the bearded
man. Chad smiled back.

"I can't. I want to...but I can't."

Chad leaned in and the man kissed him. It was a long, slow kiss with
sensual tongue and expert lip movement. Chad squeezed his bulge and the man
moaned again. He stroked him through the fabric and the man responded. They
continued kissing, Chad caressing the man's hairy stomach while keeping his
stroking rhythm.  The man's tongue went deeper into his mouth. They rocked
against one another for a few long minutes.

"Don't make it harder, baby," the man said, pulling Chad's hand away. He
kissed the palm. "I'd love another ten rounds but I'm back in the squad car
in less than five hours. I need to get some sleep."

Chad pouted. "Sleep here. With me. We have the room until morning."

"As much as I'd like that, my wife is home, tonight. I can't be gone all
night and Dispatch not able to reach me. She'll get suspicious. I'm very
sorry. You know I am."

"I'm off work by nine, tonight. You could give me a ride home and I could
give you a sweet release in the patrol car." Chad reached for the man's
cock again. "Please, Sheriff Daddy?"

Sheriff Mike Malone smiled at this affectionate nickname. "Tonight's the
anniversary. I miss that and the wife won't just be suspicious, she'll be
pissed. I won't be able to get out of her sight for more than an hour at a
time and she'll blow up the phone at work. I'm really sorry."

"I knew what I was signing up for," Chad said, kissing the man's
cheek. "Sharing my Sheriff Daddy with half the town and his wife."

He walked back over to the bed, sat down, spread his legs, and slid two
fingers into his well-fucked, still-greased ass. The man picked his socks
up from the floor and went to a chair. While pulling them on, he watched
Chad deep-finger himself, watched the flagging cock get hard again and
start drooling. The sheriff got his shoes and put them on while Chad
started making those goddamned whimpering noises that drove him crazy with
lust. The man got up, put his utility belt on, but waited until Chad's
manipulation of his asshole caused another sweet eruption of his cock.

"Damn, baby...you really make it hard for a man to leave."

Chad swiped his finger through the cum on his stomach, then brought it to
his mouth. "Don't I, though? Stay safe, tonight, sheriff. You've got
something sweet to come back to."

August 26

Preston watched the sun come up. Naked, coffee in hand, he considered
jerking off. He conjured a lot of scenarios but none of them inspired
him. Margaret was in Tahoe. Dillon called before ten, last night, to tell
him he was staying at a friend's house. Dodge was still asleep. Jerking off
still sounded good but it had been a while since the thoughts of somebody
could just get him hard. Passing forty was sometimes a bitch. While sipping
his coffee, he noticed Nathaniel coming home after one of his infamous
morning jobs. Short shorts, now wedged into the crack of his meaty, hairy
ass, gave him a gorgeous view. The back of the man's shirt was plastered to
his shoulders. Preston put his coffee to the side as he watched the
neighbor fumble with the door. That ass. Those shoulders. That whole
package that was Nathaniel Yates got him hard.

Before he could do anything about it, the neighbor disappeared inside his
house.

A little before noon, Nathaniel turned off his camera, then reached for
something to wipe himself off with. Smiling at the numbers on his Live, he
called it a success. He took a few minutes to spend some of the money he
made on some better equipment and three pair of blue underwear. As he put
in the order, he imagined Dillon Curry taking them off with his teeth -- or
smothering himself with a used pair as he stroked off that sweet cock of
his. When he was finished, he went downstairs to start some lunch. The
doorbell stopped him and made it necessary to pull on some hunter-green
briefs.

"Oh," Preston said when the door swung open. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

"You're not." Nathaniel leaned on the doorframe. "What can I do for you,
neighbor? Cup o' sugar? Cup o' flour? Milk?" He raised his left
eyebrow. "Cream, maybe?"

"You always answer the door half-naked?"

"Not always. Depending on who's on the other side, I've been known to
answer it all the way naked."

"I was wondering...well...my wife is gone a lot and my kids are at
college. Would you...if you're not busy...like to have me for dinner?"

Nathaniel's grin widened. "Mr. Curry, I would love to have you for dinner."

Realizing what he said, Preston shook his head. "Shit. That's not what I
meant. I was talking about us sharing a burger somewhere or maybe you could
have me over. Or, you could come by my house. That's all. Nothing sexual or
dirty."

"Nothing dirty. Got it. I'll take a shower beforehand."

"How about night after tomorrow? That work for you, Mr. Yates?"

"More than works, Mr. Curry. Let's meet over here. Seven. I'll make
lasagna."

"Sounds good," Preston said, giving the man a little salute.

Nathaniel watched his neighbor go back across the street. Still propped in
the doorway, he let his left hand graze the sizable bulge in his briefs. He
made sure Preston saw it as he opened his car door. Before the man got in,
before he took his eyes off him, Nathaniel gave himself one long,
unadulterated stroke through his briefs. He added a warm smile to his
sexual display.

Getting into his car, Preston cursed himself for acting like such a child
over something so simple as a dinner invitation. Closing the door, he
cursed himself even more as he noticed the dark, wet spot on his khakis and
the hard knob of his cock tenting them.

End of Part 4: April