Pride, Prejudice, and Porn

Part 22

Morning came early because we hadn’t pulled the blackout curtains the night before. I was still snuggled up against Fitz, but it was probably his enormous cock throbbing against my back that woke me up. Morning wood? Or was he raring to go? I turned and managed to wriggle out of his embrace and move down towards the pulsing monster. Whatever the cause, it was fully engorged and begging for attention. I gave the joints of my jaw an instant massage and opened wide to take him. I was pleased that it entered my mouth more easily this morning. Evidently I was learning how to deal with King Kong. I slowly swirled my tongue around the huge head and heard a happy moan from far away.

“What a wonderful way to wake up,” I heard Fitz say. Knowing he was awake I began increasing my movements, licking the deep slit and then whirling my tongue around the pebbly edge of my now-favorite pink softball. The continued moaning told me I must be doing something right! I breathed deeply and tried opening my mouth wider and managed to slide a couple of inches down the shaft. I could feel Fitz shudder with pleasure. “You’re doing so good, Izzy,” I heard him say. “Keep going? Please?” I bobbed my head to signify “yes” but for the moment this seemed to be about as far as I could go. I continued doing my best with what I’d been able to take so far. 

“Izzy,” Fitz said. “Come up here a minute. Please?” I let King Kong pop out of my mouth and slid up, where he pulled me close and kissed me deeply. Pulling away he said, “Listen, I have a better idea.” Before I could say anything he slid me down the bed a little and put a pillow under my head. Then he rolled up over me in a sixty-nine position, his knees straddling my head. Above me, pointing downwards like an enormous pendulum, was all of Fitz’s ten-and-a-half inch cock.

“Is this OK?” he asked. “I want to do you while you’re making me feel so good!”

“Very, very OK,” I answered. The enormous cock lowered to my lips, brushing against them. 

“Just slap my thigh if you want me to stop,” he said, and I felt his mouth engulf my own cock. I groaned in pleasure and, as I did, his cock slipped back between my open lips. It went in more easily, to my surprise, and as he lowered himself a bit I realized that I had been able to swallow another couple of inches of his wrist-thick shaft. 

Fitz moaned happily, which made my own dick feel even better in his mighty mouth. His tongue lashed around it and then up and down my shaft. With my own mouth full to capacity all I could do was moan back in ecstasy. Much more of this and I wouldn’t last very long. My God, what that man could do with his mouth and tongue!

Slowly Fitz began trying to fuck his way deeper in my mouth. It was exciting as all get out, but I don’t think he was able to get more than another inch into me before I felt the head bumping the back of my throat. I gagged a little and Fitz pulled off me for a moment and said “That’s enough for this morning, Izzy. Don’t try to take it all. Just get used to what you already have. You’re making me feel so good, babe!” He dove back down on my cock as I groaned in appreciation and bucked my own hips into his incredible mouth. “Babe?” I thought. “That’s new!” I liked it and did my best to give him a premium tongue bath that he’d remember for a long time.

Gently, he began fucking in and out of my mouth, which felt unbelievably exciting. With his amazing tongue action I was suddenly too close. Before I knew it I was there, thrusting deeply and cumming into the back of his mouth. It was all I could do not to scream in ecstasy, waking the entire house!

“Mmmm!” I heard Fitz hum as he began thrusting more rapidly in and out of my own mouth. He got off my suddenly too sensitive cock and grunted “I’m close, babe! So close!” And then he was more than close, erupting into my mouth and throat! It couldn’t have been, but it felt like gallons flooding me. I did the best I could to swallow it all, but, as before, it was so much that some began running down my chin from the corners of my mouth. Fitz lowered his hips onto my face and I was amazed to feel his now-softer dick starting to slide down my throat! It felt wonderful feeling his weight starting to bear down on me but I realized he was cutting off my breathing. I slapped his thigh a couple of times and then started pushing up on his hips to get him to lift up. He did, withdrawing the huge, now soft and rubbery cock out of my mouth and throat. I used my fingers to catch the cum sliding down my chin and brought them to my mouth and swallowed it all. I leaned up and briefly swallowed his soft cock, using my tongue to lick it clean, and dropped back down onto the pillow. 

“That was the absolute best!” Fitz panted. 

“I loved it, too. Having you over me, fucking my mouth and throat like that, was driving me crazy!” I said. “And I think I was able to take more of you in that position.”

“You did! You got almost half of me in you! You did really well, babe. Soon you’ll be taking even more! You can’t imagine how good that feels!”

“Oh, I think I can,” I answered. “You take all of me in that mouth of yours and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt!”

Fitz began turning himself around so his face was now above mine. “I’m glad I could make you feel so good,” he said. He lowered himself onto me and kissed me deeply. The heat and weight of his huge body felt wonderful, but before long I realized I was getting squished under him so I pushed at him to roll over on his side. “Can we just stay like this all day?” he asked as he pulled me back into his strong man embrace.

“My God, I want to,” I sighed. “But it’s our last day. Jamie and I have to go back home.”

Fitz gave me his disappointed face. “C’mon, Superman,” I said. “You know we can’t stay forever. We’ll just have to figure out some other ways of being together. Now, into the showers! Hup, hup, hup! Otherwise, breakfast will be stone cold by the time we get downstairs!”

“I just want it to be on the record that I was forced out of this bed involuntarily,” Fitz sighed. “C’mon, get into the shower with me. There’s plenty of room.”

Part 23

Breakfast was bountiful, as always at Norwood Acres, but subdued. Chuck and Jamie clearly weren’t enthusiastic about their impending separation, and I wasn’t happy about the early interruption of my interlude with Fitz. Clearly we were interested in each other, but we’d only known each other intimately for a few days. That was much too early to know if this was more than a strong physical attraction between two guys who’d experienced some unexpectedly powerful chemistry together. We both had more sense than to really start looking into that Royal Doulton periwinkle pattern after such a short, though consequential, acquaintance.

Caroline, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to be happier about our planned departure. I wondered if she’d taken too much Adderall before coming downstairs. She kept shifting around in her chair, flitting back and forth to the buffet for more food, and chattering on and on while we guys acted glum and played with the food on our plates. Caroline was guzzling down coffee, which seemed like a bad idea if she had also dosed herself with Adderall. 

“So what time are you boys planning on going home,” she chirped brightly. “It’s been so nice having you here. Now it’ll be so dull when you’re gone,” she went on, insincerely. I could tell she couldn’t wait for us to be gone.

“Sure,” I thought to myself, once again concerned about her conversations with Fitz and her sister, Bitsy, about splitting up Chuck and Jamie. I knew Caroline would start up on her campaign again once she had Fitz to herself the moment Jamie and I were out of sight. “Well,” I thought. “I hope they’re both sensible enough to see through her plotting and won’t let her put an end to such promising beginnings.” 

After breakfast Jamie and I went upstairs to gather our stuff. Lunch was another subdued affair and at 1:30 we were on our way back to Longacre. Jamie had come over in his old Subaru the night of his fateful sprained ankle, so at least we had wheels and space for our clothes, the crutches, and the extra stuff that had accumulated during our stay at Norwood. Just for safety’s sake, I would drive. We got in the car and Fitz and Chuck each came over to the windows where Jamie and I were sitting. “We’ll come over to Longacre really soon,” I hear Chuck tell Jamie. “Call or text me when you get home and settled back in,” Fitz said to me. The two stepped back and waved forlornly as we started down the drive to the main road. Caroline, apparently still under the influence of Adderall or too much caffeine, waved frenetically and cried “Bye, y’all,” much too enthusiastically. 

“Damn,” I said to Jamie. “Leaving those guys behind is harder than I thought it would be.”

“I know,” Jamie said. “I can’t stand being apart from Chuck. What about you, Izzy? You and Fitz certainly were spending all your time together the last few days.”

“Jamie, I don’t know. I really like him,” I responded. “It was great getting to know him so much better.” I hadn’t yet told Jamie just how much better I had gotten to know Fitz. “But I don’t think he’s a great romantic and neither am I. We both agreed we’d like to know each other better and see where this might go. But I’m trying not to build up great expectations. He’s going to have to return home to Pemberton soon and then he’ll be involved again with his usual life. Plus his sister will be home from school and she’ll take up a lot of his time. He could forget all about me once he’s back to his reality. Being a multi-billionaire also has got to demand a lot of his time and attention.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Jamie said. “But he said he wants to stay in touch, and Chuck definitely wants to do the same with me, so that’s something. And Fitz won’t be leaving right away. You’ll see him before he goes home.” 

As usual, Jamie was making good sense. But we didn’t have much more time to talk it over because the drive from Norwood was short and we were pulling up to the garage at Longacre.

“We’re home!” we called as we came in through the kitchen door. There were screams and giggles and the Twits all barged into the kitchen. “We’re so glad you’re back,” Linda said. “There wasn’t anybody to drive us into Marysville while you guys were gone!” 

“Yes, but some of the Marines came over while you were at Norwood,” said Karen. “David Wickman and a couple of newer guys you haven’t met. They’re so hunky!” I thought I saw Linda give Karen an elbow when she mentioned Wickman. “And I missed being able to get to the library and hanging out at Pete’s,” whined Maria. “I hope you guys aren’t going away again anytime soon!” So much for sisterly affection!

Mom bustled into the kitchen. “Oh, boys, welcome home. You can’t believe what a nervous wreck I’ve been without you two to help out! Now, you’ll have to tell us all the news from Norwood. I hope you boys made a good impression and had a nice time there!”

I was rolling my eyes mentally. Obviously it had been business as usual at Longacre while we’d been away. “We’ll tell you everything at dinner,” I said. “As for a nice time, well, we had as nice a time as you’d expect considering we were there because of a medical emergency! But I would say we made a good impression. Wouldn’t you say so, Jamie?”

Jamie blushed slightly and nodded. He doesn’t usually show his feelings on his face. He’s always so even-keeled that it’s difficult to know when he feels strongly about something, unless you know Jamie very well. “We were very well-behaved, Mom,” he answered. 

“Oh, you boys are always well-behaved. You two never gave us any trouble,” she said, darting a glance at the girls, who clearly had been driving her nuts. “Well, we have to do something nice for the Binghams after they’ve been so good to both of you. We’ll ask them over to dinner in the next few days. Jamie, you poor boy, how is your ankle?” she finally remembered to ask.

“Better, Mom. I had to wait until I was sure I could get up and downstairs while it’s healing.”

“Well, you’re back, and I couldn’t be happier. Your Dad will be, too. I think he’s in his workshop, why don’t you boys go let him know you’re home.”

“We will,” I said, “As soon as we can get Jamie and his stuff up to his room. Linda and Karen, would you grab some of those clothes and stuff and bring them upstairs with us while I help him get upstairs?”

I could detect a certain lack of enthusiasm. The Twits obviously had enjoyed having completely free rein while Jamie and I had been at Norwood and now we were back to put a damper on the worst of the their behavior.

“Sure,” said Karen. “Could you guys drive us to Marysville later this afternoon?” Linda wheedled. I did another mental eye roll. Life as usual hadn’t changed at Longacre during our absence!

“We’ll see. First things first. Help us get our stuff upstairs now. And then we have to see Dad.”

I was relieved to see Jamie maneuver the staircase successfully. He hobbled into his room and the girls dumped the clothes they’d brought up. We hadn’t taken suitcases to Norwood so things were loose and they’d gotten my stuff and Jamie’s mixed up. The girls went squealing downstairs and Jamie and I sorted through the pile of clothes. “Do you want to go back downstairs to find Dad?” I asked Jamie. 

“Sure,” he said. “I’ve got to get used to these stairs.”

He hobbled down the stairs and we went to Dad’s workshop where we found him tinkering away, as usual. It was separated from the rest of the house so he probably hadn’t heard us arrive and all the racket when we did. He put down what he’d been working on and hugged each of us. “It’s good you boys are home. It’s been a real challenge to my sanity while you were away. I don’t think one rational sentence has been uttered here for the past week or more!” 

“Well, we’re back,” Jamie said. “And we missed you, too. But we’ll let you finish what you’re working on. We can tell you everything about our stay at Norwood at dinner.”

“That’s fine,” Dad said, looking like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “I’m glad you came out to let me know you’re back home. Dinner will be the first sensible conversation in this house since you left!”

We hugged Dad and went back into the house. I could hear squealing in the family room. I looked at Jamie and said “I’m not up for driving into town right now. I’ll tell the Twits we’ll go tomorrow.” I went into the family room to announce this to the girls. Linda glowered but held her tongue. Something seemed to be up with her but I figured out that one or another of the girls would spill those beans soon. Being discreet and keeping secrets were hardly their strong suits.

Dinner was good. Mrs. Armstrong, our cook, obviously had missed us and prepared several of our favorite dishes. Otherwise, it was the usual chaos. Mom and the Twits were sitting at one end of the table gabbling away with the usual gossip, mainly about clothes, parties, and boys. Jamie, Dad, and I were at the other end where we could have some conversation of our own. We filled him in on Chuck’s plans for Norwood Acres, which hadn’t been updated for decades, and how we thought he would be an excellent neighbor. He was happy to hear that Metcalf Construction was going to be doing the work there. He had always liked Lamar’s father, and was pleased that the money was going to be spent in Hartfield County instead of going to a company from outside the area. “How did you get along with your hosts while you were there?” he asked.

“Very well,” Jamie answered. 

“I think so, too,” I said. “I finally got to know Fitz Darcy. He turns out to be kind of shy and reserved when he doesn’t know you, but he’s a really nice guy once you start talking with him. I like him.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you all got along well,” Dad said. He looked at us slyly but didn’t pry further. He knew we’d tell him more if there was anything to say. 

“I don’t think Caroline Bingham cared as much for us,” I added. “I got the feeling she doesn’t think we’re grand enough to be friends with.” 

“Well, we’re far from being as wealthy as the Binghams or the Darcys,” Dad said. “But we’re just as respectable a family as theirs. Maybe more so. What money we have didn’t come from dubious business practices. We never set any rivers on fire,” he said, in a dig at the Bingham Industries role in the notorious blaze in Cleveland. 

“I know,” I said. “Chuck and Fitz obviously couldn’t care less about how wealthy we are. They both treat everyone they meet well. I don’t know how Caroline turned out to be such a snob, but there’s no accounting for how families turn out.” I nodded significantly down the table towards the Twits, who were swooning over the new arrivals at the Air Station. 

Ever the diplomat, Jamie said “Now Izzy, give the girls a break. I know they’re beyond silly, but they’re at that age. I’m sure they’ll grow out of it soon. Remember how we were when we were in 7th and 8th grade? We weren’t much better.” 

“Maybe not,” I admitted. “But I remember at least reading a book now and then when I was that old. And not running after every good-looking guy around!” 

Dad smiled. “No, you boys were well-behaved compared to your sisters. We never thought we had anything to worry about with you two. I have some hope for Maria. She’s so awkward right now, but I think she’ll turn out all right. I don’t know about Linda and Karen, though. I’m not sure they’ll ever really grow up.”

“Well, let’s hope so,” I said. “Otherwise they’re going to be lifetime headaches for the family.”

“Boys,” I heard Mom ask. “Do you have plans this coming weekend?”

“No, why?” Jamie answered.

“I think we should have the Binghams over for dinner then, if they’re available. Would you ask them?”

“Sure,” Jamie answered. That would give him a perfectly good excuse to text Chuck and give us both a chance to see Chuck and Fitz soon.

After dinner we both went upstairs to Jamie’s room. “I don’t know about you,” I said, “but I think I need to take an ibuprofen! I’ve got a headache from all the racket the girls make! I didn’t realize how loud they are until now. It was so quiet by comparison at Norwood.”

Jamie was busy messaging Chuck about Mom’s dinner invitation. His phone pinged — Chuck must have answered right away. “Yes, the Binghams can come to dinner Saturday,” he said. “Good,” I thought to myself. I was already missing being with Fitz. Not just the sex. He seemed to have been the calm amidst the storm.

We soon were tired and wanted to turn in kind of early. We kept earlier hours at Longacre than those at Norwood.