The Scandalous Son

Dear loyal Kjam readers,

I apologize for the delays in story publishing. I will work harder at bring consistent updates the gaydemon. I have several things planned for you all over the Summer of 2021.

I will be indefinitely continuing the publishing of "The Scandalous Son". I will also be bringing back another story by lovewanted 305, updating some of my other stories, and launching two brand new stories; one focusing on a prisoner and his bitch and the other the story of a stepdad and his stepson.

I have also changed emails. For questions, comments, suggestions, or concerns please email [email protected]

Thank you,

Kjam

I kept staring at Jorge’s juicy ass. Licking my lips, thinking about having my face firmly planted between those cheeks. I take my hand, and caress his backside. Cupping his booty, gently squeezing it. I slowly pull down his drawers, lick two of my fingers, and slowly and gently graze the outside of his hole. He moans in pleasure. I lick my two fingers again, this time inserting them, slowly, into his bussy. He moans louder. I slowly continue to finger him. With my free hand, I pull my dick out of my own drawers and start to slowly stroke my pole. It only took seconds to get fully hard.

I jack off faster and faster, as i fuck him with my fingers faster and faster. Our moans fill the room, as he grinds into my hand, pushing my middle and index fingers deeper and deeper.

I can feel myself about to cum, so I get closer, and cum all over his backside. He was jacking off too, and cums on his hand, smearing his cum on his ass too.

I give his ass a few good smacks and head to sleep...with a smile on my face and a still semi-hard dick.

*Next Morning*

I wake up, before Jorge. I can’t stop thinking about Dee. I am in shock.

I think to myself “is he really dead?!?!”

It just doesn't seem real. I call my FBI contact to tell him we have a situation. He says he’ll be here in about an hour. Jorge wakes up and I instruct him to go ahead of me to the office to prepare for the news release.

It became increasingly obvious to me what I had to do. I had to tell the FBI what Jorge did and make him go down for this. I have to play the grieving spouse. That’s the only outcome that doesn't ruin me.

*1 hour later*

I hear a knock at the door. I open it, its Herald, my FBI contact. He’s a slim, athletic built white guy. He didn't always identify as male. He was born as female, and changed their identity when we dated one another in college. I'm ashamed to say it was the main reason we broke up. I personally had no issue, but there was no way I couldve gotten to where I am today married to a Transgender person. It was hard enough being gay.

Herald POV

“Your message sounded urgent, what's going on?” I ask.

Jamar POV

I explain the situation and the game plan to blame it all on Jorge. He agrees to the plan.

“So, where do we start?” I ask

Herald POV

Well, I'm going to officially charge him and arrest him. I’ll bribe a judge to make sure he doesn't get a bill. As soon as he is arrested, you make your statement, play your part. I'm going to fabricate a violent record for him in the FBI records, and conveniently characterize him as a suspected terrorist. I’m going to push for the death penalty. If he accepts a plea, I allow a life sentence. Sounds good?” I say.

Jamar POV

I hesitate. I do have feelings for Jorge. Should I really go through with this? Yes! Yes, of course I should! My dads didn't sacrifice everything for me to fail now. Don’t stop until I reach the top.

“Let's do it,” I respond.

I get ready to head into the office, waiting for Herald to give me the word. He texts me on the burner that Jorge has been arrested, so I call my driver and tell him to pick me.

Heading into the office, I can see a crowd of news reporters already in front of the capitol. I rethink my statement in my head.

I get out of the car in front of the capitol, as dozens of reporters scream for my attention. I wake past them all, straight to the podium.

“In response to recent events, I believe the people of Georgia deserve an honest response. There have been reports that my beloved husband, DeAngelo has been murdered. I can confirm that those reports are indeed true ``I say, my voice breaking. I am a natural at this. I continue “As I went home last night, about to prepare for a dinner with my husband, I found him in the dining room, shot several times. I immediately called 911 and attempted life-saving measures, but it was too late. I’m being told that evidence points to my assistant Jorge being the murderer. As much as I would like to not believe this, he had expressed multiple times that he loved me and would do anything to have me. I was preparing to let him go soon due to other inappropriate and obsessive behavior, which will be disclosed at a later time. All I want is answers and justice for Dee. I am not taking questions.” I say, as the mob of reports all scream again. I enter the capitol.