He Touched Me

Jack had made a rare mistake, it's one I would have made as well; To be offered eight thousand dollars in the depression to play one horse being mounted and fucked by the larger horse was irresistible. Also, for some errors made by Mr. Jones, it had cost him another grand. 

(Originally, Jack had planned to do the 'old' virgin in a whorehouse trick with me as the virgin. In his mind being a colt getting fucked seemed about the same and never, ever could you get that kind of money for a virgin....)

We'd been put in adjoining stables, each of us with a bit and bridle hanging on the door, clearly for later. What was disturbing, or should have been, was the warnings the ladies who brought our food offered. They balanced that with the information that everyone there was sick of his perverted habits and only had stayed because, well, it was the depression, he offered room and board and a wage. That said, they'd watched us, thought us nice people, like them trying to make a buck, and were on the watch. Mr. Jones, it seems, had a temper that came from nowhere and could display it in very unfortunate ways. Okay, we heard all that and, a few hours later, when the lighting was better for his camera, the show started. 

I was the virgin to be deflowered or, in horse parlance, the filly to lose her virginity to the Stallion that mount her; Jack was the Stallion. 

Right up front things went wrong. I hadn't planned on being so bound into my ・breeding・ box and Jack sure as fuck did not want a dildo stuck up his ass and his cock handled as he was led to me to begin having my first fuck. He balked and I was getting a little frightened, finally I felt his cock slide into me and, even with the bridle in his mouth he whispered just to relax....and that was as far as he got.

Mr. Jones and his camera crew had decided to make more interesting, make sure the Stallion, Jack, really did perform and to that end he pulled out a whip and laid it across Jacks ass and the fight was on. Jack went right up the fence, took Jones down the other side and, in about two punches, that was it. Meantime, the man who'd come to us in the stall was getting me loose and, doing what I thought I should, I, too went over the fence to be the other side of an Ace/Deuce combination.  Reaching behind himself, he knew I was there and ready to have at it but....the only one who had fought was down for the count.

・Get him up and in that box, now.・ The black people seemed only too willing. ・Every place he can be tied down, do it, with leather if you got it and put that bit that was in my son's mouth in his, pull it back, tie it off and someone hand me that whip. Where's that jerk with a camera, he's going to see a fucking in a breeding box alright, but it's going to be two stallions and one pussy. Just so you know, whether what's in that breeding box is a virgin....makes no fucking difference. 

Deuce. come on son, while the gentlemen prepare our amusement for the day, time for you and me to get comfortable and wait for the pretend filly to be tied down. Don't know about you, perhaps the gentleman helping it get in and strapped down, but I think he's gonna resist what he knows is coming.・

Ace waited until Jones had come around and could appreciate-or not-his situation. No one was going to help him, he was in it all the way and every thing he'd planned, which the photographer had told us after being persuaded against a wall with the threat of his nuts being ripped off, was going to happen to the man himself. Starting with the breeding.

Jack didn't flip a coin, just made sure I was hard and told me to stick it in, far as I could go and fuck him till I hurt and come inside him, that was round one. He was round two and anger made his cock bigger than I'd seen it and he lacked all the subtlety he'd taught me about the art of fucking, as he'd told me to do, he plunged in but a lot harder; Jones screamed. Guess he didn't like being fucked, or maybe he did, who knew.

Jack rammed him so hard I wondered if the bones in his ass would break and when he pulled out, he was still dripping cum. He plunked down, made sure the camera man was ready then waved his hand. The black man who'd been good to us came around the corner, naked, his black dick big and hard. I hadn't yet heard about black men and their legendary cocks but this was certainly an introduction. 

He wanted a word with his, I assume, former boss, just to make sure he knew he was going to plug him and that his Klan buddies would see the films at their next gathering. Casually he walked around him, hefting what can only be called a half side of beef, stood in place and, Jesus, just fell into him.

・I been savin' this afore him, yes sir, I have.'' Jones, who had seen this plantation specialty before didn't even scream, just moaned and went limp and that was before the fucking started. 

Jack and I sat there and admired his power strokes and laughed as Jones was forced into getting hard, his cock straightening out, a picture the camera guy was made to be certain to catch, one white guy being fucked by one black man and enjoying it so much he was hard. 

I wasn't quite prepared for the turn of events but I should have known Jack better than to assume. He got to his feet and walked over to the man currently fucking Jones, whispered something in his ear, something that made him stop, look at Jack and I could lip read him...・You serious....?・. Jack slapped him on his muscular ass and just smiled. Both men laughed and shook hands while one continued to finish off Jones. He pulled out, you could see the man in the box almost relax but...he forgot the rest of the black men on the property all of whom were preparing to give him the screwing he'd always given them. 

Billy, that was the black guys name, ambled over to us, plunked down, picked up some straw, yelled for drinks for everyone, the good stuff while we all leaned back and watched Jones. 

・Deuce, I'm gonna do you a favor, may not seem too much like it but I'd rather have you get it now then when you aren't expecting it; Billy here is going to slide his monster sausage into you cuz I want you to know what really big meat feels like and, in the future, you'll know you can handle it. I promise you, some yahoo is gonna drop his drawers and ask if you can handle what he's sporting and, Deuce, you can look at him, not even bother to smile, then ask him if that's all he's got?・ 

Billy had been good to us earlier, fact is, saved both our tails-literally- but just looking at his cock, even softened up....well, if Ace said this was it, then....I just smiled and said, ・Pleasure will be mine.・ Billy looked at me, smiled back and said, ・You his son, I surely do believe it will cuz Billy is gonna give you something you won't see maybe again and then:・ he smiled,・I'm gonna take that fine lookin' man and turn him inside out.・ If Jack was startled, he didn't show it but, just because I'd been around him, he was surprised. Yes indeed, that was one surprised man. 

While I waited to be split, Jack went over, called off the fuck fest, got a bucket of water, threw it on Jones then went around to where Jones could see him. ・Having a good time, sure hope so cuz you are far, far from done. Haven't seen you suck cock one and, just looking around, there are quite a bunch of fine looking men holding their cocks all of which need to be emptied. Guess that falls to you, cocksucker. Oh, before they get to that, I got something I owe you.・

He picked up the whip, stepped back and just like at the barber shop in Chicago, let him have it. This was different, this was done for pain and his pleasure, this was done to mark him....and from the blood that drained down his back, he'd done a good job.

Dropped the whip, gestured to someone to fill a bucket with water, dropped some salt in it, all they could find, then drizzle it over his back after which, just leave him there to dry out. Course, he had passed out but...he'd come around, I'd seen Jack do this before and one thing...I walked over, picked up the whip, looked at him, he just smiled so I added my own mark of gratitude for what we'd been given and what we were going to take. Had an inspiration, stuck the handle of the whip up his ass. It was already real open, slipped right in; Jack and Billy bent double with laughter. 

Billy put his hand on my shoulder, looked at Jack and said, ・If you don't keep him, you're a fool and Mister, you don't look like no fool to me.・ 

Jack hugged me then said, ・Okay, son, time to meet your meat...Billy how do you want him?・

・Something easy on him, how about you sit in that chair, put him over your lap, get his legs spread and I'll just walk me and my poker right in. Be better for him if his Dad makes sure how he's taking it.・ He smiled and ran his finger over a picture on my hip. ・I surely wouldn't wanna spoil that fine lookin' sign of his Daddy, now would I?・

No more conversation, just Jack seated in the chair, me over his lap, he told me to reach down and hold on to his ankles, spread my legs and breath deeply, this was an experience I would probably never have again. And so I lay there, waiting....Jack had another idea, ・Son, you got to polish his knob, get him hard...don't need to suck him off completely but just get him up and ready to take you.・

I thought to myself, it's a fucking shame I never practiced giving blow jobs to baseball bats cuz that was what I was about to do. Billy came around, lifted my chin, smiled 'n massaged  my jaw. He introduced the head of his cock and let me savor that then moved on a bit and then a bit more. I remembered to breath through my nose, enjoy this, be amazed at the size and so far, what I'd almost inhaled. I could see how much was left and while I knew how to deep throat, well, sort of, this looked more like deep lung territory. Bit by bit he worked his way in, getting stiffer, bigger, further until he stopped which was when I knew to get with the tongue action assuming I could move it around. The edges of my jaw bone were screaming with pain, my skin was stretched, fuck, it was like trying to cram a potato in your mouth all at once. 

Then that part was over, he pulled out, walked away, working it with his hand, there was a pause, Jack said he was greasing up, stuck some up me and then it was off to the races. Jeeezus, did that man have a horse cock, hell, a horse would be jealous and as it gently slid into me I realized....I liked big meat, I was working to help him get in, making my muscles pull his head and all that followed down into me while I began to moan with pleasure, writh as it felt soo good and Billy kept on. Wished he hadn't greased us, wanted to feel his skin...pushed back to force him into me to which he responded by pushing back, more came in, I was split like a carcass in a butcher's window, all we needed was a stake and an open pit fire to cook this good sandwich. I felt him get to my prostate but by then I was in so much heat, I wanted him to thrust and make me take it all....clenched him, screamed for him to punish my fucking ass, get it in, make me want more, oh jesus give me all your stud meat then grease it with your own juice. I'd never been as horny or in heat as just then. I didn't even notice that Jack had reached under me and was harshly pulling on my cock working me so that my balls came up...inside me Billy was getting a ride he hadn't planned on, fuck, none of us had but we were there and it was now and I wanted it so bad.....he was setting up a rhythm which I could read. No idea how much of him was in me but however much it was, suited me perfectly, could've taken an animal in some of the shows Jack had told me about, wanted to but Billy was the best animal ever....just as I felt his head mushroom and begin to blow hot cream in me....I passed out from exuberance, sexual over dose and exhaustion.

Next thing I knew I was in Dad's arms while he and Billy looked at me, shaking their heads and smiling. ・Son, you took every inch, all ten inches probably more when you made him puff up. So...Billy, Good housekeeping seal of approval.?・ 

・I'd pay money to take him again, I surely would and I ain't never paid no money for white ass. ...never had a fuck like that and probably never will again...and they say white boys can't fuck...bring him around and let him sit on my lap, we'll show 'em won't we Deuce, we certainly will. But there's some bad news, Ace, Fuck I can't do that again, you'll just have to wait your turn or ask your son...cuz he knows something about being fucked that very few, very few men ever will. I don't know what you charge for him but it's shore not enough. Not by half.・ 

Jack laughed. ・Ya know, this was kind of his maiden voyage and I think, yes I do, I think my son is now a man.・ He held me massaged my ass as we walked back to the paddock where he laid me on a padded bench. ・Think you could sleep a little? Big Bill and I have some things to do...here in the sun, warm, he sat beside me, always calms me, kissed me which was the end of all that I remember....

I woke up in the back of a large car, naked, but Jack was clothed and  up front, Billy was driving wearing a cap and, in the mirror, I waved at him and make the okay sign...then pushed my other middle finger through after pointing at him. He laughed.

Ace had my clothes which I didn't put on, liked being on his lap, naked, with him fondling my money maker and answering some questions that I hadn't yet asked. 

・Jones sold me his fine new La Salle, Billy has agreed to work for us, driving, being my valet, taking care my son doesn't run wild every time he sees black cock, he's got the best of that. Oh, and Billy and I did a little tour of the Jones property.・ Apparently they found what they wanted as in one satchel there was cash, I had no idea how much but I think we can safely say a lot. He and Billy held up their wrists. Seems Jones collected watches, fine Swiss made watches, plus his gold links and, something I had no idea what it was, but when Ace held it up, Billy had to grip the wheel to laugh and steer. ・Ever seen a gold cock ring? Well, now you have and, don't worry, remember I told we never steal, and we didn't now. In this envelope is his signature allowing as how everything we have that was his is now ours. Nice of him, wasn't it, don't you think so Billy?・

Billy wasn't exactly smiling. ・Yeah, first time that prick got his own nuts cut off, He's got plenty, no need to worry and...we do have an insurance policy.・ He held up some cans of film. ・Find someone who'll develop these and, well, I know he'd be willing to keep his mouth shut to keep the film in the can and out of a projector. Shame, cuz I'd like to show it to his buddies at the Klan...・

I wasn't sure what the 'Klan' was but I suspected it wasn't something I needed to know about other than to avoid. Jack was thoughtlessly messing with my cock and, to his surprise, he was sprayed with my man juice. He looked at me and just laughed. ・Hey, Billy, you catch that action? He just puked through his cock...jesus, I gotta change...you little he whore, some days I think I taught you too much and too well.・ Maybe but...I'd wondered about some things that I'd seen but not done. Heard him discuss them, wondered about the participation instead of the audience...

・Know what? I think that man needs to be cheapened down, know what I mean? Nobody thinks he's a kid, and he shore don't have the balls for one....he's already got some ink...just a thought...you planning to rent him out as a single or a double....?:・

・Well, until today I kinda thought we'd work the virgin in a whore house but that's off the table. Fuck he's so stretched, you couldn't sell that as even partially virgin...・ We all laughed...I could see Jack think.

・It's not like we need the money or will for a long, long time to come...we need to count what we took so we know what we've got but, fuck, the hotel even though he's paying for it....what? Did fifty bucks a night for the best suite in the place? Sorry Billy, I can't have you with us....・ Billy just shrugged. ・I'm used to it...and I've got money too, fact is, where I go, my money goes a lot further than yours to get what I want but I think this working with you gentlemen is a better deal. Just not here, not New Orleans. Best suggestion is that we get everything squared away then hit the road...far, far away, best up North..・ There was a silence....

・Jack, one thing, I want to keep the best piece of ass I've ever had and, I kinda think he wouldn't be against that...・

・Nope, everyday, every night, in the closet, in the elevator in the back seat, the front seat....get that black club up and hard cuz I got the place where you can leave it.・ I sensed something. ・But Jack, you're my one and only man. I've got you on my ass, remember? Nothing takes that...and, oh fuck,・ I needed to do something spontaneous and since he'd already shucked off his pants, I reached in and pulled out his peter, licked it hard then went down on him, no waiting, deep throat until I could feel him churning up, ready to spew and, after that, didn't let go, a little something else he'd taught me, 'edging' so that's what I continued with him. In the rear view mirror all Billy could see was Jack start to gyrate as his body fought me but couldn't get rid of me. Slowing down, just to be mean, I waited until Billy said to cut it out, we were coming into town. Took me all of thirty seconds to get that second gusher. 

At the hotel, with Billy following respectfully two steps behind, Jack was just shaking his head as he was handed his key then said something about you people better tell guests from up North where you park your swamps and indicated his messy appearance. The clerk tried not to laugh while our contingent got into the elevator, up to our floor-and it almost was, one third of it was our suite, on the door the single word, ・Presidential・. It lived up to its purpose; If Roosevelt, hell, even Eleanor, showed up who needed rooms, we'd be happy to move out.

Exhaustion hit me hard and only Ace telling me to shower and tub myself kept me going then off to bed, he'd order dinner for the three of us. I couldn't help but notice that he and Billy went into the bathroom closing the door after themselves. Jack never bothered with things like closed doors, fuck, I knew, and could do, what went on door open or not. The comfortable bed, the fans moving air through the room, I was dead in two seconds.

Hours later when I came to-woke up doesn't quite seem right-the first thing I noticed or actually felt-was that my ass hurt like fury. Almost went into the bathroom just to make sure it was okay, Dad's tattoo hadn't been fucked off me but, nope, it was there but that didn't stop the ache.  It was the first time in a long time I'd slept alone and missed Jack being beside me, or cuddling me or however we'd got comfotable. Walking around in my bare feet on the thick carpet felt better than a new mowed yard....or that's what I thought it might feel like, I'd never had a yard. Thought back to the homes we'd passed on the trains with kids playing with their dog or their dad or maybe dad was pushing a lawn mower....I wondered what that was like.

Funny thing, I came to another door that was closed. Until I turned the knob, I didn't know it was also locked and that scared me. Where was Jack, Billy? What was wrong? I banged on the door calling to Jack....but it was Billy who opened it, took me in his arms, said it was okay, he and Jack were just playing and...he almost lied to me....and he was embarrassed to have you see him. I wondered why? No secrets between us, none so I pushed by Billy and walked into the room. Jack was on the bed tied up with enough  rope to make a hawser at the pier. Billy led me out, sat me in a chair  then explained this was something special, like the jerk Jones wanted, just something special and I'd probably learn it when Ace thought I needed to but for now, go find the living room, there was a cold dinner under a silver dome and after I finished what I wanted, go back to bed. He gave me a hug as he slid back into the room closing the door but not locking it.

Jack and I were having breakfast while Billy hung up clothes, put out clothes, got ready to shave us....he was the perfect Gentleman's gentleman and with two of us...plus his abilities as a chauffeur, word gets around particularly in a city like New Orleans where gossip in the shade protecting from the hot sun is the coin of entry to an afternoon tea or a drink at the bar. With everyone having coffee. Compared to Chicago, New Orleans was wide open, nobody much tried to pretend they'd never had a drink or weren't having one. On the side board in the living room of our suite, courtesy the management, was a full bar, four kinds of liquor, mixes, crystal glasses of several sizes and, unused just then, a Champagne bucket.

・First thing today, we need to count the take from Jones and put it someplace....・

I was quiet. ・No, Jack, first thing today is explaining last night to me so I'll know. We are supposed to know how to do anything and everything and last night....not something I know anything about.・ I took one of the small cheroots from a leather case, struck a match and lit it only to have Jack slap it away. 

・You don't smoke, I do but only in a saloon, you don't want to smell like a tobacco factory, best way a man can smell is clean, freshly shaved, least ways in our business. And about last night, we all have kinks, something that gets us hard, something not everybody likes to do. Remember the barber? That was his kink...although he had quite a few...yes indeed, quite a few. If you want to experience something, like that, or bondage or, well some other things, sure, you probably need to. The last thing men like us can ever be are surprized at a request. Okay, understand? That's my Deuce.・ Pulled me to him, kissed me and told Billy to bring the bag over.

It took us three hours to count it; I had never seen so much money and, I think, Jack had thought it was mainly in larger bills, and there were a lot of those. The first thing we all did was make stacks of ones, twos, fives and tens...Jack said that was our walking around money, going to the track money, friendly betting money. But the big bills, all fifties, hundreds and thousands added up to over seventy six thousand dollars plus the nine grand we already plus the watches...and who knew what they were worth. 

We all just sat there, Billy went to the hall bar, had the bucket filled with ice and a bottle of Champagne, opened, wrapped in a white napkin, each of us had a glass. 

・Anyone want to take a guess? All up?・

・Got to be....fuck, I can't count that high. Plus the small bills and maybe there's six eight thousand dollars there.・ We sat there just looking at all the money and no one had a thought. The Champagne tasted good even if it was still morning. New Orleans was the sort of place you could drink Champagne in the morning without criticism-there were things about this place I liked, being free to drink Champagne in the morning, or anytime, was just one of them.

・Billy,  go out to some market and buy something, anything and offer to buy a bunch of small paper bags, look in the trash, find some pretty near clean but used ones,we can put a certain amount in each one so it's contained, easy to grab what we need although...we don't need much now do we....・

・Uh, I'd like Billy's cock up my ass, that is...if he isn't doing something else with it.・ Jack looked at me, said, ・You're getting to be quite the cock hound, good thing for a man in our business and we all know there's no limit with you on size...otta get a peep show going and let the rubes watch you get fucked by a black man or a dog...that'd bring in good money.・

・No.・ Tears shot from my eyes, ・Not that, not like getting tied down like a, a pony again. I'll take on any man but no animals, Jack if you fall that low....・ He grabbed me, nuzzled me, said he was just kidding, that would never happen. To which Billy added, ・And I'm here to see that it doesn't. Never. Okay, I'm off to the market, get some bags, get some good grease and then while the teller counts the money, you and I can get it on. Deal?・

Best one I'd been offered that day. Billy put on his clothes that marked him as a servant of some fine family sent out to do some errand. Dressed that way, no one noticed him, color barriers disappeared, he was white by inclusion of employment.

・Need to do something.・ He fumbled in the case he carried in his pocket, took out a piece of paper, unfolded it, picked up the phone, read a number then came back to sit on the floor, the half filled bottle between us. ・We're going to have company. Someone for you to sample.・ I had no idea.

He took a leather box, the one in which Jones kept his watch collection and told me to pick one out, put it on then pull out another to give as a gift to my new gentleman. ・What...Ace, what are you doing? I can tell what time it is, same as you and I don't need a fucking watch.・ He slapped me. 

・That's for being disrespectful, not for being wrong.・

I wasn't stung, I knew he was right, part of why this worked was because I did what he told me to do and, with exception of Jone-which had proved to be very, very profitable whatever else happened, he'd been right. One thing....I was pretty much sure we weren't going to bother with the pretty fiction of my being his kid whom he needed to sell to make a buck. I could and would play his son, even dress young, but when pants, got dropped, I went from being all boy to all man. 

I was curious about the 'company' Jack mentioned; We didn't know anyone so...who would be paying us a visit. I asked about that.

Again, he produced a card with some writing on it which he handed wordlessly to me. On the back was scrawled, ・You have an attractive son, might I meet him?・  The front had the name ・Henri Recamier Bourbon・ as well as a family crest. I was puzzled.

・This gentleman has seen you in the lobby or somewhere about the hotel and, as is hardly unusual here in New Orleans, has decided he'd like to meet this very attractive young man...・

・He wants to fuck me, right?・

・I don't know that and neither do you. What he wants is to introduce himself as a member of society here to a prominent member of Chicago society, John, S.K. Frame, his son, John Junior and all under the watchful eye of our old family retainer, Williams...for, as is well known in the South, Williams will make the decision as to whether you're even allowed out of the room with him.・

Well, no, I didn't get it. Whoever this man, Jack's telling me about our position in Chicago Society was laugh and who the fuck was 'Williams'?・ 

And the Frames? Maybe frame up but Frames? I mentioned that. 

Jack smiled drew me to him, had me on his lap, put my head on his shoulder. ・Now listen, remember the cuff links from Chicago that I sent back? I gave this Bourbon person that name, he called him and...of course he knew us-he didn't  have much choice, after all, whatever he and I did, all Mr. Bourbon asked was...if we were known to him and his answer, yes, immediately put us in Chicago Society as well as an entree here, and one you're going to secure with your fine looks, elegant manners and, of course, the fact that you're not allowed to go alone-you're under 18-without Billy, also known as 'Williams' our man who practiacally raised you after the death of my much loved wife and your mother, 

・And the watch I'm to give him? I bet he can afford his own watch.・

・Absolutely but....how rude, how non-genteel, how cheap it would be to name a price but....he'll know approximately what the watch costs and though he'll give it back, saying he cannot possibly accept it, he'll also have been cued as to a minimum price that your ass is worth...・ I had to admit it, was ingenious. ・Can't take credit, that was Billy's idea, seems here the offering of something expensive is indicative of what might be asked in return for what they want......Shame this won't work in Chicago, there they'd just keep the watch.・

The next day Mr. Bourbon presented himself at the door to our suite, was brought in and announced by Billy, sorry, Williams. For twenty minutes we perched making chit chat and then, as if it were a new idea, Mr. Bourbon suggested I might like to take a ride through the city, there was a fine restaurant at the lake which we could enjoy....of course, if my father consented. 

・Don't see why not, young man neeeds to get out, I'm rather afraid I keep him too close to me, the most precious thing I've got since his mother....・ and took a moment to compose himself. Billy and I had to work at composure as well though for different reasons. ・Of course he may go...Williams will accompany him...・

Mr. Bourbon looked as if he'd been stabbed, this was a turn and a passenger he hadn't anticipated but he recovered. ・Certainly, sir, certainly I see your point and I must say, a father who is as careful as you are is to be admired.・

・One other thing, Sir, please see that he's kept from the sun, his magnificent white skin is....a pleasure and of pride to his father.・

I had seen these types of cars; Open in the rear where the passengers sat, the chauffeur and the man, Billy/Williams sat up front. We went through what he called 'The Garden District' then turned out toward a lake. As he'd mentioned, quite a nice restaurant-I feared gumbo and sweet tea-but was pleased by shrimp and, after he'd ascertained that my father allowed it-Billy/Williams nodded his consent, Champagne. Nice enough meal but....I'd had more fun and, frankly, better food, back at the cafe in Chicago with Daisy and Lonnie...Desert was ice cream with a cookie stuck in it, another glass of Champagne while we sat and he asked....questions that could be taken two ways. I took the high road and whatever road he took...it was then I produced the long, slim leather box with the watch in it.

While, of course, he refused, he also said that 'someone' prized himself very highly. I said nothing and smiled. Back in the car he almost put an arm around me then decided against it. 'To demonstrate another feature, he turned on a built in radio-that got scotched when Williams had the car stopped, and, with a smile, got out, came to the tonneau, turned off the radio and said that he felt sure Mr. Frame would be concerned if something was said to his son...surely the gentleman understood. 

The three of us walked into the hotel, up the elevator and into our rooms. 'Dad' was reclining reading a paper, allowed as how the hour was such the 'old folks' might have a drink and I could be given a glass of Champagne. It was handed to me and I was told to scoot, Williams had something for me in my rooms. 

What Billy/Williams had was a case of the hysterics and I almost joined him. 

・Silly fool, don't know what he wants....he be in there dickerin' for your ass but I a'int so sure that's what he really wants.・ He handed me a bottle of Champagne which I tipped up like it was beer, 

Half an hour latter Jack appeared looking more frustrated than pleased. He was also holding severak packets if bills, hundreds from the markings on the paper tape, and nothing to say. Billy handed him a glass about half filled with liquor, not counting ice cubes.

・Well? What's the deal....he wants something or did he buy our luggage?・

・Fuck, I'm not sure but...whatever it is, he's willing to pay for it. He'll be back tomorrow for....God knows what.・

・Ace, I think Billy and I can solve your problem and his...you just don't know the South so tomorrow, when shows up, we'll handle it and all you have to do is add the money to the rest of it. 

Jack started to ask then didn't. ・Okay, you two, whatever, he paid in advance.・

Billy laughed out loud. ・Jack's a good man but to know about the South, an' this part of the South in Particular, you gotta live here. Deuce, you n' me is gonna hook that fine young man by the gills....Yes we are.・

The door was partly open when Bourbon arrived the next day, a voice invited him in, asked him to sit down, make himself comfortable, we'd be with him straight away. And we were.

I came in, naked, my hands padlocked behind me followed by Billy, also naked, but casually holding a paddle in one hand. Right in front of him less than ten feet away, we stopped, I got down on my knees facing Billy.

・Them Northern boys just don't git it, do they? Don't know about colored men and lily white men like you and this fine piece a tail I got at my knees. Sir, I think you'll enjoy this so watch closely....・

Billy stood so that his cock and balls were at just the right height for me to first tongue wash his giant nuts then, having got it up and stiff, started sucking, Easy to see we were both enjoying it.....worked him right to the point of explosion when I pulled off so our visitor could see the gusher, then see me eat it up. 

Didn't bother to look at him....didn't need to; We could hear his loud, heavy erratic breathing which said it all.

Staying hard, Billy sat down, picked me up, turned me and slowly impaled me on his fat black snake. No hurrying, let him watch me descend a little at a time until I was sitting on his lap, his whole cock inside me, a look of ecstasy on my face. My feet were on the floor so I could raise and lower myself, set a rhythmn that kept him deep but pleased us both. How long? Fuck, I don't know. At one point he reached around me and beat my nuts then jerked me off...all the while up and down, getting that fire plug deep in me, letting it expand, coming out enough so he could see the girth...

Finally it was time, he held my torso and banged it up and down, turning me slightly then as his body began to heave and gasp, he pulled me off, threw me to the floor and let his hand take over to make the final fountain. I was on that vanilla syrup on chocolate ice cream like a thing possessed until it was all over, my head lay on his lap. We looked at him. 

・Okay, boy, get over here and take what you came for...gonna get you a treat, Biggest cock in town for one end, best cocksucker for the other,,,,,

Like a man so  desperate for what he saw he stood up and started to walk toward us..........