Jail's Bait: Parole's Victim (Book 4)

Chapter 5

“Nice house,” Ray said with a trace of irony as Danny held open the front door, letting the homeless man enter first.

Danny said nothing, knowing that Ray was being sarcastic. Danny’s residence, in effect, was more like a manor than a regular homestead- a gift from his son and son-in-law. Though the structure itself didn’t rival the grandeur of HT, it loomed larger than the other houses that sat within a 5 mile radius. 12 acres made up the land the manor house rested on, and white marble columns supported the full balcony that ran the length of the front of the house. The whole exterior also sported a whetstone façade and gold leafing which peeked out here and there through the heavy ivy vines covering the trellises, floor-length wide windows and marble railings. Danny kept it simple enough on the interior, the 12 rooms reduced to just the bare furnishings, with just his home office and kitchen stuffed full of comfort gadgets to please any bachelor.

Danny took the lead and went towards the marble-tiled staircase which rose in a sweeping curve to join with the second floor, Ray following in silence. “Right this way,” Danny said as he reached the plush-carpeted second floor landing and, passing marble busts and scenic portraits, reached a door to his right and opened it. Inside the carpeted room was a dark oak vanity and matching wardrobe, which complimented the king-sized captain’s bed which was placed near the sliding doors on the far end that opened up onto a walnut balcony. “I think you’ll like this room,” he said as Ray went past him and inside. “It’s the room my son uses when he and his- well, he’s married. They stay in here when they visit.”

“It’ll do,” Ray murmured.

Danny knew Ray was trying his best to not show his awe at the beauty of his home, and decided to leave that comment where it was. “The bathroom is in there,” Danny waved towards the back of the room to a large oak door with a lever handle. “There should be fresh towels and soap, and if you want to shave there might be everything you need in the medicine cabinet.” He turned and went towards the hallway then, looking back. “I’ll just leave you to it, then, while I go get us some dinner in the kitchen- give a yell when you’re done or if you need anything.”

“Thanks, I really could use a good shower,” Ray replied with a half-smile- Trey’s smile. “Ya know, you might be a swell fella,” he said as he pushed the door closed in Danny’s face, clicking it shut.

I was just thinking the same thing about you, Danny said to himself as he headed back downstairs to the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later Danny, with his trusty chef’s apron on, had heated up the wok and was busily stir-frying pepper steak and chopped peppers, and had just removed the pot of steamed rice from the stove when he heard a voice call out, “Where ya at? Damned mansion…”

“I’m in the kitchen downstairs,” Danny yelled out. “Just follow your nose, you’ll find it…” and then he turned back to his cooking tongs, surveying the tossed-about sizzling creation before him. Since his break-up with Joe and the boys getting their own place, it had been a while since he had cooked for someone else besides himself, which led to a lot of nights ordering takeout. And with the voicemail Claire left him postponing their graduation present shopping, they had plenty of time to just enjoy the evening. “This is a nice change,” Danny said aloud.

“What’s a nice change?”

Danny turned around- and his mouth fell open in shock.

Ray stood in the kitchen doorway, dressed in house slippers, a tank top tee and grey boxers with white trim- he had also shaved his head bald, which shone under the kitchen lights. With his face clean-shaven and moustache trimmed, teeth brushed and that terrible homeless odor gone, he looked even more like Trey- they were the same height and complexion, the same light-brown eye color- yet there were obvious differences. Trey had no tattoos, yet across Ray’s left shoulder there was a tat of two very masculine looking fists locked in a eternal handshake- yet one of the fists was colored in and the other one was only outlined. And his torso! Rippling muscles ran up and down his arms and enhanced the look of strength on his well- defined chest and pecs. Not to mention the slim yet muscular legs, shaped like a track star’s physique, which framed a very massive lump that outlined in a sexy flop just inside the flimsy gray boxers. He almost looked …sexier than Trey ever did, and Danny turned away in shame of thinking such a thing- and that’s when he smelled it. Ray had replaced the homeless odor with cologne, a very familiar one to Danny- the scent of musk and berries… “Are you wearing JOOP?” Danny turned back to Ray, his knees beginning to grow weaker.

“Yeah, I seen it on a dresser in dat room ya let me use,” Ray said. “You aint want me ta touch it or sumthin?”

“N-No, it’s not that,” Danny stammered, turning back to the wok and spooning the contents out onto two plates set aside, “it’s just that I hadn’t smelled that cologne in a while, it just brought back memories…” Of course Malik must have left a bottle of JOOP in that room, Danny ruefully noted, wishing that he didn’t associate that scent with Trey so strongly. Danny was about to pick up the plates and turn back around when he looked down and noticed to his surprise that his chef’s apron was tenting out above his groin as far as it would go- his dick had gotten stiff as a board to where it was almost poking through the apron, and he hadn’t even noticed…

 

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“This was the best eats I had a looooong time,” Ray said, looking over at Danny and giving that half-smile that reminded him of Trey once more. “Thanks for this- but aint ya hungry?”

Danny hadn’t touched most of his dinner at all, what with the only thing on his mind the whole time was how his dick had almost burst out of his pants when looking at Ray in his underclothes- plus noting that the man looked AND smelled like his dead lover. Danny was still amazed, because throughout dinner his dick had not gone down an inch- but instead threatened to break through the oak table from underneath. It was years since he had even thought about sex, and now THIS..! “I-I’m just not hungry,” Danny finally said aloud, putting his napkin down on top of the almost uneaten food and pushing the plate away from him. “I’ll just toss it out, probably.”

“Now aint dat how y’all rich niggas do things,” Ray said then with a sneer. “Just waste food and toss it into the garbage- do you know how many people are downtown off State Street won’t find half as good as what you bout to throw out? I bet you never even heard of Street Watchers, have ya?”

“Wh-what’s Street Watchers,” Danny asked, taken somewhat aback.

“The homeless newspaper out on there on dem back-water streetz ya don’t never see,” Ray said, straightening up to his full height. “Since ya like throwin away good food, why don’t I let dem Street Watcher reporterz know about where your garbage cans sit at so they can eat gourmet if they wanna..?”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Danny replied calmly. “Hell, I’ll set out bag lunches out by the dumpster if you think it’ll help.” He stared at Ray. “Regardless of how it looks, I know what its like to not have anything to eat. I grew up broke, and I fought to get where I am today, so that I could make sure I properly fed my son. I won’t make any excuses for that.”

Ray looked at Danny then silently, and he sat back in his chair, the fire in his eyes dying away. “It’s aint you, Danny-boy,” he said then. “I been out on the street too long.”

“Do you mind… telling me what happened to you,” Danny asked with hesitation- he didn’t want to make Ray uncomfortable, but anything that helped his dick go down would be a good idea right now- a tale of survival on the streets might just do the trick.

“Maybe later,” Ray said, leaning back in the chair and letting one hand drop below the table. Danny tried not to imagine where his hand went…

“Could you get my slipper,” Ray spoke up then, staring hard at Danny. “I think I kicked it too far underneath the table, its closer to you den me.”

“Sure,” Danny said, stooping down out of the chair and, spying the loose slipper too far out of his reach, crawled under the table to get it. He reached the slipper with an ommph! and as he turned back towards his seat, he glanced over to where Ray sat- and his mouth dropped open in shock.

Ray’s long, perfectly muscled legs and large feet were the most incredible, sexy sight Danny had yet seen. But they were stretched wide- and through the leg opening of his boxers Ray was holding what almost looked like the same DICK that Trey had (!!!)- it was sexy, long, veiny, a hairy golf-ball sized nut sack, with a mushroom flared head like a melon. The difference between the two dicks was that Ray’s dick was fatter, a sort of tree-trunk thickness- yet it stretched as long as Trey’s did, definitely over a foot. The aroma of freshly scrubbed nutts filled Danny’s nose like a sexy cologne- and just like the first time he saw Trey holding his dick inside the bathroom urinal in that bar ten years before, Danny’s mouth went dry, and he was mesmerized.

“Find what ya was lookin for?” Ray said slowly, his massive dick throbbing up and down like a python in response.

Danny didn’t remember how he had gotten over to underneath Ray’s side of the table. All he remembered was that Ray had asked that question, and the next thing he knew his mouth had engulfed that swollen, sexy dick halfway down his throat before he realized what was going on. Danny began to gag, but he held onto that dick for dear life. Ray, on the other hand, didn’t react as surprised as Trey had that first time- he only opened his legs wider, and Danny moved between them as he slurped, licked, sucked, swallowed, ENJOYED this rampaging monster dick that stretched his tonsils back and wide as he swallowed again and again- he hadn’t touched another man in ten years… and the scent of dick in his mouth took him to another world as the barrier he’d erected around his sex drive broke in a flood.

Ray slipped his massive hands- calloused, gruff hands- around Danny’s head and guided him up and down, flexing his waist so his rock-thick dick could swirl and push around in Danny’s throat like a plunger- Ray quietly moaning as he stroked that dick in and out, up and down, in a rhythm of lust that they both got lost in. Danny struggled to tame that twisting dick in his throat as a river of spit ran down and coated the immense shaft, collecting on Ray’s heavy balls and dripping to the carpet between Danny’s legs. His own 9 inch rose strong and poked hard against his pants, the front of his zipper getting wet with pre-nutt from the inside. He caressed Ray’s waist as he kept up the suction on that dick. The wet sounds of slurping dick loudly filled the room-

“Yeah, ahhhhhhh- yeah,” Ray moaned, still slow-grinding his dick into Danny’s throat. He then slid back the chair from under the table and, grabbing him by the armpits, pulled Danny with him- who was still slurping on that phat juicy shaft. Pulling Danny’s mouth off his sticky, spit-covered dripping dick with a plop! Ray gently guided Danny to a kneeling position before him. Danny’s mouth was gaping wide, his breathing ragged as he tried to catch his breath. Ray leaned over and brushed his full, sexy lips- Trey’s lips- against Danny’s open mouth, and let his tongue caress Danny’s lips softly, which made Danny’s legs shake uncontrollably as a shiver like wind rushed though him at the touch of Ray’s masculine lips. Ray then pulled Danny close to his body, his massive dick pressed against Danny’s apron- and deep throat kissed him with a powerful surge of passion. Danny, who hadn’t had any contact with another human since Trey died, lost control as Ray ran his hot, thick sexy tongue deep in Danny’s mouth, caressing his tonsils as he gripped his ass with the strength of a MAN-

“MmmmmMMMMMMMMRRGGHHMMMMM,” Danny moaned as his out of control dick finally let loose and shot off again and again in his straining boxers, the wild lust sending his body into spasms as the inside of his pants got wetter and stickier-

“Yeah, yeah baby, bust dat nutt for me,” Ray whispered in between their lips, holding on tighter his lips locked on Danny’s again, Ray’s tongue swirling around in Danny’s mouth as his strong arms ran up and down his back in their passionate fury… then he suddenly gripped Danny’s ass like a vice-

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!” Danny bucked and jerked one more time, his dick finally ending its eruption but staying at full mast, as Ray kept up that powerful swirling kiss… and then he broke it off, pulling his head back to regard the gasping man with that half grin.

Danny leaned back on his ankles and said, “H-h-how can you m-m-make me c-c-cum by just a K-K-KISS?!?!?”, in between heaves.

“It wus easy,” Ray said. “I knew dats what ya needed.” He reached out and laid Danny’s head against his chest. Danny was still breathing hard against Ray’s tank top, which still had that clean smell of old cotton mixed with JOOP. The whole groin area in Danny’s pants was squishy, he had to have poured out at least a quart of backed up nutt.

“Ya been alone for a long time,” Ray went on. “I could see dat in ya face when I saw ya on the street. Rich or poor, livin in a mansion or on da streetz, lonely iz lonely- dat language everybody understands.” He then helped Danny to his feet as he also stood up. “Come upstairs,” Ray commanded, taking Danny’s hand and putting it on his throbbing dick, which had stayed at full-staff.

Danny closed his eyes, feeling the soft, silky texture of the skin on Ray’s dickshaft. The skin was so soft, yet he could feel the steel-like strength underneath. It was a weird blend of feeling, but the combination drove Danny wild.

“You want this,” Ray asked with masculine softness.

“More than you know,” Danny said, looking up at Ray, but not seeing him.

In his mind’s eye, he had his Trey back- if only for one more night.

Ray looked at Danny. Then he silently took the shivering lawyer by the hand and they headed for the bedroom upstairs.