Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2015 19:15:46 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Searching for my Identity, Part 2 (gay incest)

The week after we got to Houston was hectic. Friday, Saturday and Sunday we
shopped. Cloths, car, etc. We opted for a two wheel drive Tahoe instead of
a Suburban. The Suburban was just big and less sporty looking. The Tahoe
was a younger persons vehicle. Of course it was deck out. Every option
available. The outside was black with dark grey leather interior. Max said
I might regret that in Palm Springs but from what I knew about GM air
conditioners I thought it was a pretty safe bet.

On Monday we went to the bank and took care of the small details like
signature cards and getting a cashiers check to deposit into a bank in Palm
Springs when we decided on one. The bank my grandmother used did not have
any branches in California.

On Tuesday we interviewed a couple of law firms. They were firms Max was
familiar with. We slept on it and I decided who to go with on Wednesday
once Max and I talked it out. The law firm was a back up. They would just
keep everyone on the up and up. There was no affiliation between the law
firm and Hill and Hill Associates. Max said he would feel most comfortable
if I knew there was nothing going on behind his back. Max seemed pretty
loyal and this move was a point in his favor with me.

While Max and I were working out the details with the bank and the law firm
Pedro was packing up stuff around the apartment with Rick and Susan's help.
All my grandmother's cloths and personal items were given to a charity used
to getting expensive items. My grandmother's jewelry was already in a safe
deposit box at the bank and any art that was worth anything would be stored
in a facility prepared for such things. If and when I contacted my father I
would discuss with him what we should do with it. All other items, kitchen
stuff, office furniture, etc was donated as well. Some furniture would
remain for staging the apartment. I told Susan to take whatever she wanted.
She worked for my grandmother the longest and deserved to have what she
wanted from the apartment.

On Thursday we met with a realtor that the law firm recommended. Since it
was such a high profile property it would need the best and the law firm
assured us Anthony DeLaurentis was the best. We met with him at the
apartment at 11. Anthony was on time to the second. I'm sure the commission
on such a sale was worth at least a half a million so he was very on top of
things.

Anthony DeLaurentis was an older Italian man. Maybe in his early fifties.
He knew the market in Houston very well and gave us a quick lesson in it.
Afterwards Max and I sat in the living room giving Anthony time to look
around, make notes, make a few calls consulting others, and even taking a
few measurements of odd things. (Like bathroom counters).

After about 45 minutes Anthony joined us in the living room. As he sat he
said, "Did you realize that this apartment was actually meant to be three
separate apartments? I was just speaking to the building manager and
he said when this building was built the top floor was supposed to have
three separate penthouses. But Mr. Gentry bought all three of them and had
the combined into one unit. That is why there is so many bedrooms and
bathrooms."

I looked at Max and he was as surprised as I was. "So what does that mean
for us Anthony?" Max asked.

"Well it means that you could either sell it as one unit or divide it up
into three units again and sell them individually. But that would mean
construction and delays. We could get more money for three separate units
but it would cost you up front. I would suggest, if I may, to put it on the
market as one unit first. If we hit any road blocks selling it we can
revisit dividing up the space. What do you think?"

Max looked at me wanting me to answer. So I said, "I like Anthony's
suggestion. I have no reason to want to keep this apartment any longer than
I have to. Do what ever you can to sell it as soon as possible."

"Well let me start by talking about the listing price first", Anthony
continued. "If we sell it as one unit I think we could be safe in listing
the unit for 14.9. If we divided up the space we could list comfortably at
6.5."

Max and I both whistled at that. "That's a big difference Anthony" Max
said. "What do you think Scott?" Once again. I was 18 and still overwhelmed
by the turn my life had taken. Here I was talking about selling an
apartment that was worth millions of dollars. Money I still didn't have a
grasp of yet. But somehow I was comfortable with it. I knew what to do.

"Even though I could make five million more on splitting it up it really
doesn't matter to me. I have more money than I know what to do with now." I
then looked straight at Anthony and said, "What is your commission on this
sale."

Taken aback for a moment by my directness Anthony recovered and said, "High
end properties like this usually command a 7% commission. A detail we can
work out when we sign the contracts."

I turned to Max and said, "Draw up the contract as follows. If the
apartment sells within 30 days of the signing of the contract we will pay
Anthony a 15% commission. If it takes 90 days or less he will get a 12%
commission. After that if it takes 180 days or less he will get a 9%
commission. After 180 days we will revisit splitting the unit into three
units and the commission will go back to 7%. Is that something you can live
with Anthony?"

Anthony was stunned. Here was an 18 year old dressed in shorts and a tee
shirt making a bold business proposal. It took him a few moments to speak.
He looked from me to Max and back to me again. "Are you serious young man?"

"Very" was all that I said. He could clear over two million on the deal if
he sold it fast and he was stunned.

"If you can get the papers drawn up I can list it as soon as Monday."
Anthony replied.

"Consider it done." I said as I asked Max to call the law firm and give
them the details. I shook Anthony's hand and wished him luck. All our loose
ends were now tied up.

After Anthony left Max looked at me and was about to say something but
stopped. I said, "What?" and he said, "I never knew your grandmother. She
died before I got the account. But I assure you that she would have been
proud of you. You are one of the most decisive people I've ever met."

"Max, I'm not wasting time on things that don't matter to me. I have a
purpose right now and it doesn't have anything to do with this stuffy old
apartment. It has to do with meeting my father. It has to do with finding
out where I really came from. There has to be more to my life than the
restrictions I lived under for 18 years. That is the direction we are
headed. That is where all my decisions are based off of."

Max stood up and came over to me and pulled me off the chair and gave me a
big old bear hug. I let him do it. I hugged back. His warmth,
his natural scent and his masculinity were very attractive. I felt a rush
going down to my loins. I could hug this guy all day. And just as I became
concerned with what was happening to my cock Max pulled back and said,
"Thank you. I have the best job on the planet. I hope that you keep me
around for a long time.  I promise nothing but loyalty."

It was my turn to be taken aback. I just said, "Don't ever doubt that Max.
You have given me no reason to think otherwise. You're not only a loyal
manager of my estate but you are turning into a good friend as well."

 After we gave the Caddie to Rick, the cook, as a part of his severance and
took care of the rest of the things that had to be done before the
apartment went on the market we drove to Palm Springs. Max had found the
perfect home on the internet. It had five bedrooms, a pool and a large
courtyard. The home was "U" shaped with the courtyard in the center of the
"U" with the pool and surrounding Patio. The "U" was closed off from the
circular driveway with a eight foot adobe type wall and large double gate
made of thick wood. It was perfect. Using the lawyers we closed on the
house before we even left Houston.

I spoke to my mother briefly before leaving Houston. I broke off the call
when she went into a tirade of sermons about how the Gentry money would
deliver me directly to the hands of Satan.

After about two weeks of settling in and shopping for furnishings Max had
to fly back to Houston and then go to Huntsville to close out his apartment
and have his personal items shipped to Palm Springs. He would be gone about
two weeks.

The weather was beautiful. It was very cool at night in January but the
days were in the seventies or low eighties. The pool was heated for the
cool months so the water temperature would always be comfortable. It was a
lazy day, the day after Max left, and I decided just to hang around the
house. The two weeks we had been here have been so busy that I never really
had time to enjoy my surroundings.

Pedro was out running errands and Max was gone so I decided to do a little
sunbathing in the courtyard. The form of dress around the house had
basically been baggy shorts or Speedos for everyone since we arrived. I
truly enjoyed being around these two men and it seemed we were all fast
becoming more than just employer and employees. We were becoming friends. I
would be lying to myself if I thought I did not enjoy seeing these two men
half naked around the house.

Max is tall and fair skinned with dark hair on his chest and a very
muscular body. He has a bit of a belly, probably from lunches at his desk
while he works, or, as I have found out as of late, his love for the
almighty Budweiser. Pedro is just as muscular but has a very small waist
and a nice bubble butt. His usual choice of shorts was about two sizes too
big for him in the waist and they tend to hang down a few inches below the
beginning of his crack. Another thing I have noticed is that my home smells
more like a locker room. We put in a home gym and we all use it. The
masculine scent has turned me on more times than not. I never wore any
deodorants and I suspect neither do Max or Pedro. Sometimes the scent
becomes intoxicating and I have to go to my bedroom to release some
tension.

Since I was alone for the first time in three weeks I decided to take my
sunbath in the nude. I suspected that Pedro wouldn't be back for a couple
hours. I dropped my shorts in the courtyard and lay back on a lounge chair
we had just purchased. The air was cool but the sun reflecting on my skin
warmed me. I closed my eyes and before I knew it I was asleep.

I slept dreamless and then something woke me. "Boss, er...I brought back
some sandwiches."

I looked up and saw Pedro standing above me. He was shirtless as usual and
his shorts hung on him lower than I had seen them before. I could have
sworn he was hard. Then I realized that I was not only hard myself but also
I was naked! "Oh shit, sorry Pedro. I took advantage of being alone; must
have fallen asleep." I knew my face had to be bright red as I attempted to
cover myself to no avail.

"It's cool with me boss. Don't mind at all." Pedro said with a devilish
grin as he stared at my crotch. I couldn't believe he was just looking
straight at my cock. I looked for my shorts but I had dropped them at the
other end of the patio. I sat there trying to figure out what to do. I
finally just gave up and said, "You can join me if you wish Pedro." I
didn't know what to expect but I didn't really expect him to grab the front
of his shorts and drop them the way he did.

He kicked off his flips and then his shorts and he was as naked as I was.
His cock was not all the way hard but it had a nice start. It was a nice
dark color, darker than the rest of his skin and I found myself salivating
over it. Pedro took the lounge chair next to mind and lay on his stomach.

I looked over at his ass and the way the small of his back met it. I found
myself saying, "Pedro you have an awesome body man."

Pedro lifted his head and smiled. "You think so boss? I think yours is
awesome. It's like Max's except younger and firmer. You have a bigger cock
too; if you don't mind me saying so."

I was shocked. I didn't expect that and how does he know how big Max's is?
Mine is nice at a self-measured 8 inches, and thick, but I was really
curious how he knew about Max's.

He saw the expression on my face, "I wasn't supposed to let you know but
Max and I have fooled around before. Max didn't think you would appreciate
knowing that your main two staff members were more into dudes than into
women. Please don't tell him I told you Boss."

I was floored. Both these guys, both of whom I had been lusting after, and
who I thought were straight as could be, are both gay. I had no idea and I
said as much; "I had no idea you guys were into guys or each other. Are you
in a relationship with each other?" I asked.

"Oh no boss. I, `er, well...Max and I had a few nights together after Mrs.
Gentry died and he came down to Houston to look over the estate and stuff,
but nothing in a couple of years. I hope you're not mad. Max is going to
kill me man. Shit."

"Don't worry Pedro. I'm actually relieved." I said.

"What do you mean boss?" Pedro asked.

"Well I have been more than curious about men myself. I have never really
been into girls. I played up the "Jock" persona in high school and did my
share, but never really was into it. And I have been toying with the idea
of not wearing any cloths around the house and pool but I didn't because I
had these two macho dudes around I thought were straight so I thought I had
to stayed dressed so you guys didn't think I was weird or anything. Then I
had these fantasies about both you and Max, but mostly about your butt.
Need I go on?" I found myself babbling more than anything as I found looked
directly into his eyes.

Pedro didn't bother to respond to my question. He slowly got off the chair
looking, very apprehensive, and got on his knees next to my chair, watching
me for a signal of whether to stop or to continue. I smiled and he smiled
than he put his right hand to my balls and his left to the back of my neck.
He lifted my head and kissed me deep. I felt his tongue invade my mouth and
it was not only passionate, but also it was with a primal hunger that he
went for me.

I felt his right hand grab the shaft of my cock as we kissed. "I have
wanted you since I first saw you boss." he said in between kisses. He broke
from me for a moment and took his mouth to my cock. He sucked me like an
expert I suppose, for I had only silly school girls attempt to take my cock
into their mouths, but they were never able to get more than a few inches
in before gagging. Pedro seemed to swallow the whole thing without even any
effort.

It didn't take long. I came in buckets in his mouth and he swallowed every
drop. After he was done ensuring he got it all and then cleaning the shaft
of my cock he looked up at me and said, "Let's go inside boss." We both got
up and I followed him to the leather sofa in the media room. He told me to
sit on the couch and he got on the floor again before me. He lifted my legs
and put his face between my legs.

I thought he was going for my cock again but he lifted my legs further and
put his mouth to my ass. I didn't know what was going on or why he was
doing it but then the pleasure hit me. His tongue was rimming my hole and
finding its way in. He sat down there for what seemed like forever eating
my ass. I found myself moaning and asking for him not to stop. As he
tongued me I felt a finger go in. He kept up the rimming as his finger
stretched my hole. He then inserted another finger. It hurt for a moment
but he kept licking.

It was at this point that he looked up with a smile and asked, "Should I
continue boss or is this far enough?"

Far enough? How much more was there? Of course I said, "Continue Pedro,"
even though I had no idea what was coming. Pedro pulled me further off the
couch so my ass was hanging off it and he stood on his knees. With a bottle
of lube, which seemed to come from no where, he lubed my ass and his cock.
I then knew what he had in mind. I was scared for a moment, but more
curious than scared. He lined his cock up and said, "Tell me when it hurts
boss. I don't want to hurt you, I want it to feel good, tell me when if
feels good boss."

He slipped in the head; so far so good. He pushed in further. I felt my
hole stretching. Then a stretch of searing pain and Pedro knew to stop for
a moment and let it pass. Then he continued in. Taking me slowly and
ensuring I was alright. Once he was all the way in he slowly started to
move. All at once it seemed to go from pain to complete pleasure. I found
myself telling him to fuck me harder. He started to pound my ass and we
were both sweating; his sweat dripping right onto me.

He found my mouth and kissed me hard as he fucked my ass. I couldn't get
enough. I could here him breathing harder knowing that he was coming to the
end. "Where do you want it boss?" he asked.

"Don't you fucking take it out of there Pedro--cum up my ass man. Let me
have it."

He held on to my hips hard and kept up the rhythm. Then it happened. I felt
him expand inside me. I felt his hot liquid explode into my bowels. As he
came I came for the second time. He collapsed on me and then gave me small
kisses.

"Come to the shower boss and I will wash you. And if you let me I will eat
my seed out of your ass."
Another thing I never heard or thought of--but it held my interest!

Part 3? Cumming soon?


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