Pride, Prejudice, and Porn

Part 3

The greatly anticipated day arrived when Charles Bingham moved into Norwood Acres. It adjoins Longacre to the north and it’s one of the biggest, most impressive properties in Hartfield County. The house is an elegant three-story Georgian-style mansion and the land it sits on is probably the prettiest in the County.

Mom put together a huge hamper with a sliced country ham, biscuits, some Kentucky Bourbon barbecue sauce, a homemade Derby Pie, several jars of homemade jam, and a bunch of other local delicacies. Jamie and I made ourselves fetching and drove over to Norwood to introduce ourselves, deliver the hamper, and welcome Charles Bingham to the neighborhood. We didn’t know anything about Bingham except what Mom had heard from Shirley: that he was young, gay, very rich, and very good-looking. 

Well, Shirley was spot on! Charles Bingham (“please, call me Chuck”) is a looker, alright. Slightly taller than Jamie at 6’0”, Chuck is also, at 23, a couple of years older. Like Jamie, he’s in superb physical condition, having been a jock and outdoorsman his whole life. In a preppy kind of way Chuck looked extremely hot when we arrived, wearing a form-fitting white polo shirt that showed off his impressive pecs and large biceps. His slim-cut chinos (maybe a bit too slim-cut?) displayed his muscular thighs and his front and rear bulges to their best advantage. Chuck has shining light blond hair (much lighter than Jamie’s dark honey-blond mop), light blue eyes and classic features. Like Jamie, he turns heads wherever he goes. Together, Jamie and Chuck look like a pair of fashion magazine cover boys. Fortunately for us lesser mortals they aren’t in the least impressed by their own beauty. It’s just part of who they are and they’re both the least conceited people I know. 

Chuck also turns out to be every bit as good-natured, sweet and unassuming as Jamie, although much more of a party boy. Of course, Chuck’s from up near Cleveland, with far more opportunities to be social than in pokey, rural Hartfield County. Chuck clearly likes to get out and about and be around other people, whereas Jamie is just as comfortable staying at home with family and close friends and doesn’t need to be around mobs of people constantly. 

Cutting to the chase, the minute Chuck and Jamie laid eyes on each other in the imposing foyer of the Norwood mansion you could feel high voltage sparks passing between them! Unsurprising, considering that two of the best-looking young men in North America were suddenly in the same room with each other! The voltage only increased as Jamie and Chuck began chatting and learning about each other and found they share much in common, especially sports, in which both excel, and a deep interest in nature conservancy. If there was ever such a thing as love at first sight, this is it. Chuck and Jamie couldn’t take their eyes off each other and, completely unlike their usual selves, behaved almost rudely by mostly ignoring me and Chuck’s sister, Caroline, who had come down to help him move in and get the house organized. 

Left to ourselves while Chuck and Jamie made cow eyes at each other, Caroline and I were obliged to chat politely. Caroline is Jamie’s age, 21, and attractive, I guess, in a sharp-featured kind of way. She was expensively dressed in designer everything, elegant but way over the top for a country place like Norwood. She was perfectly pleasant this first time we met but there’s a kind of hardness around her mouth that bothered me and something about her eyes — they seemed shifty. Caroline couldn’t quite understand why Chuck wanted a country getaway so far from Cleveland, although by private jet it’s barely an hour away from the executive airfield in Marysville. And there is a private jet. Caroline wasn’t the least bit shy about making sure I knew that their family are the Binghams, who amassed a legendary fortune during Cleveland’s industrial heyday, and that Chuck has made more money on his own by selling a very popular computer game he designed while he was in college. She dropped lots of names (Binky, Muffy, Buffy, Bitsy, Missy, etc.) who are in her crowd in Cleveland and I chalked her up as being insecure, pretentious, and snobbish. She can crack a mean joke, though, and she obviously keeps up with the very latest couture trends and society gossip. Caroline put me on edge but being that this was a first visit I stayed on my best behavior and refrained from mentioning what I’d heard about the Bingham family’s role in the Cuyahoga River catching fire. Not that Chuck or Caroline had anything to do with that, personally. That was already a generation ago. 

Mom and Dad had told us to invite the Binghams to dinner at Longacre to meet the rest of the family. We did, and they accepted. Well, Chuck did, on behalf of the Binghams. Caroline seemed a bit put out.

Caroline was hovering unnecessarily while Chuck and Jamie were drowning in each other’s eyes. You’d think she’d have some accessorizing to do, or some servant to harass, but instead she kept hanging around talking to me while closely watching our older brothers. It was a beautiful day and I wanted to get some fresh air as well as give Jamie and Chuck some private time together before we headed home. I asked Caroline to show me around the grounds to see what kind of improvements she had been suggesting earlier to Chuck. Along with fashion and accessories Caroline also considers herself a great expert on landscape and interior design, so she fell for the bait. Chuck ingeniously offered to show Jamie around the house while we were touring the property outside. We agreed to meet back at the house in a half-hour or so for some iced tea before we drove home. Smart as she thinks she is, Caroline didn’t see through my ploy — Norwood adjoins Longacre and we had been there a zillion times as kids when the Addisons owned it before they retired to Palm Beach. When I was in high school big, strapping Geoff Addison and I frequently used to play computer games and I’ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours up in his third-floor bedroom before he graduated and went off to West Point. Geoff is quite the athletic, big-dicked stud and I miss having him as my next door neighbor and fuck buddy!

I’m getting off track. 

Caroline strolled around the grounds with me, pointing out where she wanted Chuck to put in an elegant terrace leading to a new formal garden and fountain behind the main house and then we had a look around some of the outbuildings she was trying to convince him to convert into posh guest quarters. Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Chuck had taken Jamie upstairs to look at some etchings. As soon as they were inside Chuck’s suite he locked the door and launched himself onto Jamie to get to know my gorgeous older brother much better! In a flash they tore off their shirts and began sucking each other’s faces while grinding their hard muscled chests together. Nipples got pinched! Hard slab-like pecs got squeezed! Hands roamed eagerly over each other’s alluring butts and swelling bulges!

“We haven’t got much time before Caroline and Izzy get back from their walk,” Chuck gasped when they came up for air. “Take off those jeans, Jamie, let me see all of you!”

Jamie immediately shucked off his jeans and briefs, allowing his thick smooth 8-inch cock to spring up between them. Chuck moaned when he saw it, framed as it was by Jamie’s dark blond pubes and his heavy, hairless balls. Chuck sank on his knees, enveloping Jamie in his hot, wet mouth, working it as far down as he could. Chuck wasn’t a virgin but he’d never seen a more beautiful cock on a more beautiful man in his entire life. He was determined to make this an experience Jamie would never forget and managed to get Jamie’s cock into his gullet where he could milk it with his throat muscles. For several long minutes Jamie just purred in ecstasy, but came to himself in time to pull himself up and exclaim anxiously, “My turn! Izzy and Caroline will be back any time. But we’re neighbors now, we can take much longer the next time we’re together.” 

Jamie dropped down and began removing Chuck’s chinos, revealing overstuffed bulging Polo briefs that Jamie quickly pulled down Chuck’s lightly hairy legs. Now it was Jamie’s chance to enjoy Chuck’s throbbing, veiny 9-inch cock. It wasn’t quite as thick as Jamie’s, but a very long and substantial handful and mouthful nonetheless. Jamie leaned in to lick off the pre-cum dripping from the head of Chuck’s cock. “Oh my God, you’re delicious!” Jamie moaned. 

“You can have all you want” groaned Chuck. “Just take it all in your mouth! Please, Jamie?” Jamie eagerly complied, driving his mouth over Chuck’s hot cock until he felt his lips brushing against Chuck’s light blond pubes. He worked back and forth with lots of tongue lashing. Jamie wanted this to last but knew they didn’t have much time and he needed to get Chuck off quickly so he suctioned even harder. “Oh, God, Jamie — I’m cumming,” Chuck cried out and suddenly spurts of sweet/salty/bitter Bingham cum flooded Jamie’s mouth. Jamie happily swallowed it all, then climbed up to kiss Chuck with the taste of his own cum still in Jamie’s mouth. 

“That was amazing,” gasped Chuck. “It’s like your mouth is shaped exactly for my cock to fit into! But now it’s my turn to finish you. You have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen!”

“I’d love it,” said Jamie, “But there’s no time. We’ll do it when you come over to Longacre and we’re in less of a rush.”

They could hear the front door open and voices downstairs, so they quickly cleaned up and headed down the big staircase to meet Caroline and Izzy. 

“I hope you enjoyed seeing the house, Jamie,” said Caroline in an arch tone that bothered me. “Chuck, what happened to your hair? It’s all messed up! And what is that weird smell?” 

“Smell? What smell?,” asked Jamie, suddenly slightly flushed and looking anywhere but at Caroline. 

“Gosh, I don’t know what happened to my hair,” said Chuck, putting his hand on it. “Maybe when I brushed my head under a beam when I was showing Jamie the attics?” 

It was obvious that my effort to give Jamie some quality time with Chuck had succeeded!

“Chuck. Caroline. Jamie and I need to get home soon,” I reminded them. “I’ll take you up on that iced tea but then we’ve got to get rolling. We’ll see y’all for supper at Longacre tomorrow night. Come around 5:30 — we eat earlier in the country than you’re probably used to in Cleveland. And this evening y’all enjoy the hamper Mom sent!”

I dragged Caroline into the kitchen for my iced tea to give Chuck and Jamie a chance to say good-bye. When I got back to the main foyer, properly hydrated, Chuck and Jamie looked entirely pulled together and shook hands as we left. “It was so great meeting you,” Chuck told Jamie with a meaningful gaze. “I enjoyed meeting you, too,” replied Jamie. “I’m so glad we’re going to have such a great neighbor at Norwood.”

Jamie and I climbed back into the Jeep. I stuck my head out the window and waved to Caroline, yelling “It was nice to meet you, too.” She gave me a kind of hard stare. Then Jamie put the Jeep in gear and we rolled down the long driveway, heading home. 

“Oh, man, Izzy,” Jamie said. “I have got so much to tell you after dinner! I am totally in love! Totally!”

Part 4

The Binghams showed up for dinner at Longacre only a few minutes late. In addition to our family Mom had invited a few family friends — she was eager to show off the Binghams to our acquaintances. Let’s call the evening a mixed success. As usual, the food at dinner was terrific. Mom may be a ditz, but she prides herself on setting a good table and our cook, Mrs. Armstrong, outdid herself to impress the wealthy Clevelanders. The house looked really nice and welcoming. We certainly don’t live on the grand scale of the Binghams but we aren’t scrabbling away in a tumbledown cabin off in the woods, either. I’m sure Mom wanted the Binghams to see that for themselves. 

Among the additional guests Mom specifically asked Elinor Davis to dine with us. Elinor is the long-time president of the Hartfield County Historical Society, which is holding its big annual fund-raising ball at the Riding Club in a couple of weeks. Of course Elinor extended a very warm invitation to the Binghams to attend the ball, saying that it would be a marvelous opportunity for them to meet the crème-de-la-crème of Hartfield County society. Never one to pass up a festive opportunity for mixing and mingling, Chuck instantly accepted. However, I thought I saw Caroline roll her eyes and lift the corner of her upper lip in a slight sneer. Probably because the company at the dinner table hadn’t been as grand and soignée as she was accustomed to in Cleveland she didn’t expect anything better at our little country ball. Now, our neighbors are all the salt of the earth but, to be honest, they can be somewhat provincial and have little conversation about the world-historical matters Caroline considers essential, like the latest Milan fashion collections and who’s currently shtupping whom in Cleveland high society. I could tell she was bored out of her skull and when Elinor asked her a perfectly reasonable question she answered rather curtly and condescendingly. 

Mom and my sisters made a less than brilliant impression, too. All the girls could talk about was the ball, and their outfits, and their hoped-for dates with some handsome junior officers from the nearby Marines Air Station. Jamie and I were used to it, of course, but we could see how Caroline was reacting to it with a few more eye rolls. We hoped it wouldn’t influence Chuck and it didn’t. He thought everyone was charming and welcoming and was delighted to be invited to such an important event so soon after coming to Hartfield County. In fact, he told Elinor that he’d planned to invite a few friends to spend that weekend at Norwood to see his new country place and asked if he might be able to bring them to the ball. Of course Elinor couldn’t say no to such a delightful, courteous, handsome young man who is also so very rich and well-connected. Chuck explained he was flying home for a few days to take care of some business and he planned to fly back with his guests just before the date of the ball. He told Elinor he’d call ahead of time to let her know how many people he’d be bringing to the ball and, of course, he’d be making a very generous contribution to the Historical Society. 

After dinner, people were milling around the living room which had been set up for coffee and dessert. Chuck came up behind Jamie and whispered in his ear “Aren’t there some unusual shrubs you wanted to show me at the bottom of your garden?” 

“I’m dying to,” murmured Jamie. “Follow me, Mister!” 

On their way to the back door Jamie stopped by me. “Izzy, I’m going to, uh, show Chuck the shrubbery. If anyone asks where we are just tell them we went out for some air and we’ll be back soon.” 

“Uh, huh. Sure. The shrubbery.” I gave the two horny beauties a big wink. “Of course I’ll cover for you guys. Just don’t get lost out there — you don’t want anyone sending out a search party for you two!” 

Chuck and Jamie slipped out the back door and ran into the shrubbery at the far edge of the garden.

“Off with those clothes, Mr. Bennett,” urged Chuck. “We have some unfinished business from yesterday.” Fortunately it was still warm weather. Chuck immediately started undressing Jamie, laying his clothes on a nearby bench. After taking off Jamie’s shirt Chuck stood still, transfixed by the sight of Jamie’s smooth, muscled, perfect chest. “Oh my God, Jamie, you have no idea what you do to me just standing here like this,” Chuck moaned. He and Jamie kissed passionately for a few minutes, then Chuck began moving his mouth down to Jamie’s neck, where he paused for a while to give Jamie a good nuzzling with lots of tongue. Jamie was moaning, too, from the effects of Chuck’s magical tongue, but by now he was nearly incoherent. Chuck started sliding further down and began gently nibbling and chewing on Jamie’s pointy left nipple. “Urrgh!” was all that could be heard from the recipient of Chuck’s skillful tongue action, which soon moved across Jamie’s solid pecs, into the channel between them, and then to the nipple on the right. 

By now Jamie was beyond words, with his knees turning to jelly underneath him. Chuck licked on downward and made circles with his tongue around Jamie’s alluring  navel before shoving the point of his tongue into it and twisting it around. Jamie was sure he was melting away on the spot. 

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” said Chuck, taking a step backwards and sitting down on the bench, dragging Jamie toward him. Chuck swiftly unbuckled Jamie’s belt, unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped his fly. He had to pull the tight-fitting slacks over Jamie’s muscular thighs, and down over his shoes. Jamie’s beautiful cock was threatening to explode out of his tighty-whities and Chuck pulled those down to Jamie’s ankles, too. Jamie’s thick, smooth 8” cock pulsed for a few moments in the warm evening air before Chuck dove down on it with his mouth. “Unnnnnhhhh!” he groaned as he worked Jamie’s cock ever deeper into his mouth. The vibration on his cock drove Jamie even wilder. His hands closed around Chuck’s head and he firmly, but not roughly, pulled Chuck even closer. He could feel Chuck relaxing slightly and the big head of his thick cock slid into Chuck’s throat. 

Chuck didn’t actually have that much experience swallowing a long thick cock but now he was finding that in his eagerness to give pleasure to the most beautiful man he’d ever seen his gag reflex had miraculously disappeared. Just the feeling of Jamie’s cock head sliding down his throat was almost enough for Chuck to shoot his own load in his expensive slacks! Wrapping his arms around Jamie and gripping his carved marble ass Chuck pulled Jamie completely into himself. He took a deep breath through his nose brushing Jamie’s dark blond bush and leaned his head against Jamie, feeling his cock deep in his throat. He tried to swallow and the movement of his throat muscles just made Jamie groan and pant even harder. Chuck wanted to stay like this forever, feeling Jamie inside him and giving him pleasure. Eventually, though, he could feel his stretched jaw tiring so he pulled back and began working his wet, hot mouth and tongue all over Jamie’s cock. He felt Jamie shudder and heard him gasp and suddenly felt jolt after jolt of Jamie’s cum filling his mouth. 

Moaning deeply Jamie doubled himself down over Chuck’s head and felt him swallowing his massive load. Jamie covered Chuck’s shoulders and the back of his neck with kisses and then brought himself up straight and slowly withdrew his softening cock from Chuck’s mouth. “Sorry, super-sensitive” he gasped while still panting and out-of-breath. He pulled Chuck up and pressed his mouth against Chuck’s. They kissed gently but lustfully and then Jamie moved back. “Thank you!” he whispered breathily. “That was the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

“I should be thanking you,” replied Chuck against Jamie’s ear. “I nearly came when you did. You have no idea how wonderful you felt cumming in my mouth, you beautiful, sweet man!” 

“Obviously we have a mutual admiration society going here,” said Jamie,” because you’re the sweetest, most beautiful man I’ve ever known.” 

“I could stay like this with you forever, but we can’t,” Jamie continued. “They’re going to start wondering where we are. I don’t want them to come looking for us and finding us like this!”

“I hate this rushed, sneaky sex,” said Chuck. “We’ve got to do this where we can roll around in an actual bed and take all the time we need. But you know I’m flying up to Cleveland in the morning and won’t be back until just before the ball. I swear we’re going to do this properly when I get back. Either right after the ball or on Sunday. I’ll have house guests, but only a few, and they’re used to my occasional slipping away for some private time. It’s only a couple of weeks away and I can’t wait! Now, let’s get you dressed, beautiful, and get back in the house. I don’t want to be the very last guest to leave!”

Jamie and Chuck quickly pulled themselves together and sneaked back into the house. The dinner guests were still milling around the living room but looked like they were ready to leave. The dessert table appeared to have been ravaged by a swarm of locusts. Yawns could be observed. Going up to Mrs. Bennett, Chuck flashed his dazzling smile and said, meaning it, “Thank you for the wonderful dinner and so much good company. I haven’t had a nicer time in ages. I’m sorry I have to leave now but I need to get an early start to fly back to Cleveland. But I’m really anxious to be back at Norwood and seeing all of you at the ball.”  

“We’re so glad you came, Chuck,” said Mom, beaming. “Come back any time. You know you’re always welcome here.”

Jamie and I walked Chuck and Caroline to the door. “Good night. I’ll see you two at the ball in a couple of weeks” said Chuck. “I can’t wait,” I heard Jamie whisper into Chuck’s ear. 

Caroline’s appreciation seemed less sincere. “Good night, Bennetts, such a lovely evening,” she called out in a fake sounding sing-song voice, while yawning widely. As she walked out the door she turned back and looked sharply at us. “Jamie, there’s a leaf in your hair! ” She smirked behind Chuck’s back and pushed him forward toward their parked car. I still wasn’t sure what she was up to but Caroline was definitely starting to get on my gay nerves.