The Start

This is for my readers from Robby and Ryan. The boys and I have been hunkered down since December 29th. After Christmas I’d called in a favor; we’d known each other forever. Her first twenty years was teaching K Though Twelve; last ten, a Consoler in middle school. Perfect fuckin fit.

I would watch her down at the pond or on the deck. She taught and counseled them together; it was amazing to see and I was a student with the boys. We had kind of become a family but I knew Kathy didn’t like being tied to the compound. We had already been sheltering in place since New Year’s.

When I hired her; she committed. She would live here doing what she does with us; something only an insider, and an outsider, can do. I still know people in DC. My short Senator with the bad teeth called me the day after Christmas. I understood what she was telling me.

The boys didn’t want to see her go but trusted, Grampy. It is now the three of us and has been for almost three weeks. Most of the schooling happens online, now.

Watching the interaction between the two of them over the last months takes me back thirty years; two brothers, twenty months apart. Little D; I shouldn’t call him that; he’s gonna be eleven. He knows his brother is different, it doesn’t scare him, and he loves his brother knowing he deals with things he will never know.

It’s now mid-March and for the first time in years’ pictures in my sitting room are being changed out. I don’t know how many of you forget that you have a camera in your pocket but, I do. He has grown so much.

I was typing what you read now when he walked out in a pair of my sleep pants wearing my RJ robe. His head rested on my shoulder as I typed looking for a place to stop.

I closed my laptop reaching, pulling him closer. “You were both so… young then. Grampy?” He reminded me.

“Buddy? Don’t ever love anything more than your children.”

“What dad turned into isn’t your fault, Grampy.”

Over the past weeks, I’d been opening up more to him. He knew shit but I had no idea what or the feelings behind it.

“Yes, we were young. I know you understand the ‘heart thing.’ My Robby! You know; I know you do. Love is love. It’s the heart or the person; not the body of a boy or girl.” He wasn’t on my lap but was sitting next to me looking around the room.

“Tell me about that one?” he pointed.

It was a picture Cass had taken more than forty years ago; our first forth. The mind has a strange way of remembering things.

“My Godfathers’ son, is your Dad’s Godfather; that’s Parker,” I said pointing at another picture of him when he was twenty.

“You don’t have to tell me, Grampy, if you don’t want to.”

“That was the best time of my short life,” I told him as I stood telling him to follow me.

My room was off-limits and both boys knew it. He walked to the mirror, looked at himself and all the mirror reflected.

“I remember that,” as he pointed to the mirror then turned around to look at the scroll Robby did.

He closed his eyes and recited it from memory but it was the one Rob did for himself, from me. I watched him wondering just how much he knew or remembered. He had tears in his eyes when he looked at me.

I remembered the day Robby gave it to me and remembered the day I saw the one he did from me. Even today I can’t believe he was able to put words together like he did. And the world turns. RJC.

Back to the story

We finished and made the rounds as Dean and I did; Ryan was so… gracious and talked with everybody. My, big black sister, was the last. “I’m RJ. Guess we’re related now?” And she smiled at his smile.

“I’m sorry if we gave you indigestion but, you need to check yourself, Hun.” And his head rocked back and forth; I was ready to drop with laughter.

“You may have her,” and he looked back at me. “Let’s just call it a hundred pounds, shall we, wink, wink. Think twice, open mouth once. You could have died tonight.” And he took my hand.

We got to the counter and Ryan had his card out. “You really wannadisrpectmee with money, Boy?”

“I’d never do that, sir. I want to buy supper for all my uncles and antes, grandmas and grandpas, cousins, along with my sisters and brothers.”

Pops slapped him on the shoulder knocking him into mine and taking his plastic with the other hand.

I have good eyes and saw what was going on. Pops charged him, one dollar. They exchanged looks, I saw Ryan adding zeros. A ten-thousand-dollar tip.

“Yahurtrboy; you gonna see me in yer dreams!” and he crinkled up the receipt toughing it in the garbage.

RJ’s POV:

What an experience. I am also one of those who doesn’t see color; I’m from Washington, for Christ’s sake but would have popped that huge black girl right in the face for pushing Niki. Life is so… fuckin funny. Yes, I stood. Niki shared a look when telling me to sit. I had to smile thinking back.

I saw Pops’ walking up and was glad I wasn’t one of the girls. His hand rested on Niki’s shoulder just before a tiger was released from her cage. More fuckin confusion.

Niki was in these jeans that were beyond donation shit. I think it was the torn spots beneath the back pockets showing just enough skin. She topped a wife-better with a black vest. She rarely wore a bra and even having a baby they were perky. The vest kind of framed them and nipple could easily be seen through the thin cotton. Hot, As, Fuck; can’t describe.

It was the same, I reached, and her hand found mine. I held it in the car when she said: “I have a few hours.” Looking at me.

Now I’ve had girlfriends but only fucked two. Niki was way more than that, and would never, ever, be just a fuck. What could happen in a few hours? What was Niki trying to tell me? How does RJ want to spend that time? And what about Robby?

When we got back to my room she pulled out her IPAD and started going over my schedule. It was hard to concentrate on what she was saying looking the way she did. Now just so you know, I’m a nipple guy. I love sucking them, play with and pinch my own, and right now; I was thinking about sucking hers.

I got lost in a daydream. The cotton material pulled up over her head, Niki on my lap pushing those fine tits, rubbing her chest to my face. She was grinding herself on me, making sounds as my lower half responded, now pulling my head hard to her right one. My hands held her perfect sized ass moving it back and forth, her grip on my head pulling harder as the other hand slid down my shirt and pinched my left nipple.

I could tell by the little moans she was making, how girls can have different kinds of orgasms; the two pairs of denim between us. Then my lap felt skin, her wet self, sliding back and forth across what was hard as stone. She was going to make me cum without ever being inside her, no slick walls surrounding my shaft, no tight grip like I know a girl can do. She stopped and looked me in the eye. She rose up a little, reached back taking me in her hand, moving my shaft from her pubes down, then halfway up her back.

“RJ? Are you even listing to me?”

The words seemed strange as I felt the head of my dragon start to enter her. “Earth, to RJ.”

The pain in my crotch pulled me back to reality. I hang to the right and when it grows; I have no choice but to adjust. I hadn’t been paying any attention lost in my daydream and was hard as a fuckin rock. I swear if it was a catapult, I could have launched a hundred pound bolder two hundred yards.

“Earth to Ryan. Are you ok?”

Those fuckin green eyes of hers.

I realized; I was half a stroke away. “Yea, what did you say, Niki?”

“Are you, Ok?”

“I’m fine. Now, what were you saying?”

She, I guess, repeated for the second time what was going to happen over the next couple months; more importantly, the next three weeks. For shows like the AMA’s and the CMA’s; that shit just doesn’t happen live on the first take. But was still a few months away.

I had a face to face with Phil in three days; Robby’d be with me. I was ready for another one. I was doing Howard Stern, Bill Maher, Steven, The Morning Show, and The View. There were offers for appearing at concerts; now it was commonplace for any concert to donate a buck or two from every ticket sold to; you guessed it, The DC Foundation.

It’s so fuckin strange. People I’d see in concert or listen to on the radio, the awards show’s I’d watch; these faces of superstars popped up on my phone now. I just turned twenty-two and Robby will be twenty-one in September. He’s so smart.

Back to Niki’s POV:

The two hours back to Washington was hell. Yes, I looked forward to seeing the boys but, I wondered. I can read guys, even gay ones. Had I stayed, I’m pretty sure Ryan would have committed adultery with me and I would have treated him like Dean; given the chance again.

What I knew he had in those pants of his would’ve been in my mouth, the mushroom head would punch my pussy that hasn’t had an intrusion in longer than I care to remember. Then after that; all of that; he’d have pushed into my ass making me cum for the second or third time.

I know that few girls like it in the ass. I get it, I guess. We don’t have the same shit boys do. It is something I like though, a lot. Dean was the first to reassure that for me. I’d put things in my butt, fingers when masturbating, I knew it was something I liked. But when he put that part of himself in my butt; I never really understood what an orgasm was.

I went back home again leaving a detailed email; even had someone to make sure shit happened. Just so happens; RJ Chancellor can think on his feet.

He did what he needed to do then lost the one who was supposed to keep an eye on him. Now just so you know, most of the people we deal with have a ‘Niki,’ some have a herd of us. I got a call and that’s why I was flipping channels; there he was on Ellen. Didn’t let Niki know that, did you? It was some comical shit going on between them. Then it changed.

“Sometimes, I think I’m so… dumb. GLSEN. Why are there so many foundations and charities, Ellen? I do have a little money and I will match all ten or twenty dollar contributions to any foundation that emulates Dean Coopers’ mission statement.

“I will match it as well. We talked before the show and you’re sure you want to do this?”

I watched him, turned the volume up. I didn’t have a clue what he was going to do; Ellen wasn’t on the list. “If Copper needs money, Niki? You can have mine,” Donny said over my shoulder.

It was such a sincere statement that brought tears to my eyes. I reached back touching his hand as Ryan walked up to a mic. I recognized the beat immediately.

“Now I don’t want anyone thinking I’m lip-sinking. If you want to get up and move, clap your hands, or move like Ellen; please do.” He said to the camera.

“I knew it from the start you would break my heart, but still I had to play this painful part. You wrapped me ‘round your little-bitty finger, with your magic smile. Are you gonna keep me hanging on a lovers' cross a while? You take my breath away.”

Now RJ had moved into the crowd and sang with them so there was no doubt it was him singing. He hadn’t forgotten a thing. Talk about working the camera with his eyes, dimples, and pointing a fuckin finger like it was at me.

I stood not being able to stay seated with that beat and pulled Donny around. Now yes, Donny was bigger than, RJ. Yes, he was taller, harder, a lot of things, RJ wasn’t. But he filled the need I had to feel Ryan. And he could move like fluid in motion.

“You put your spell on me, took my breath away but there was nothing I could do.”Was he talking to me?

“All the love I feel for you, nothing could make me change my point of view, oh girl.” Was he talking to me?

“I just don’t know what I should do.”

I was lost listening to Ryan and feeling Donny. “You left a scar so hard to heal. You could’ve had the taste of paradise.” Yes, he was talking to me.

RJ’s POV:

How time and I fly. Just my daydream about Niki was like cheating on Robby. The minute Niki was out the door my clothes were off and I was pouring Hotel Conditioner down my still throbbing cock. It was half a stroke when I showered the tile wall and didn’t stop till I did it again.

That was something rare for me; Robby can do it, reload without going soft. I need a little time before I can do it again but, damn Niki.

Doing what I did on Ellen was the only way I could let her, let everyone know, I’m not shallow, I love deep. I came home the next day; was waiting when he came through the door. His face is tender; he dresses to accentuate his body; I remember him when he was sixteen.

I’d been missing him, it’d been five days, that smile. He walked up after I stood turning to him. His arms went around my neck and Robby kissed me like he was the only person who has kissed me in five years. I am dirt.

He leaned back with his arms around my neck, my hands finding his back pockets, and my phone dinged. “You know you have a million hits?” He said to my deer in the headlights eyes. “Ellen, dumbass.”

“Rye, I have a study group and I won’t be home till late. You gonna be here?”

Is this what’s it’s come too? I thought about it. ‘You gonna be here?’ That’s something that seven months ago would have been so… foreign.

I nodded. “You are coming with to Phil’s, right? He’s in California, I’m doing The View then have to fly to New York for a couple of days.”

“Check your phone, flyboy.” He said.

The three dings were from Niki. “Better find a way out of matching donations or you gonna be broke by supper!”

When Robby was upstairs I did a YouTube post. I stepped outside pointing the phone at myself; I was honest. “Hey everybody; RJC, here. I can’t thank you enough for all the contributions but, I said I had a little money; as in, not that much. Gates’ isn’t my last name, Opera would burn my money, I can’t sustain matching everybody. I will continue to do what I’ve been doing; raising money. There are others who will match your dollars and I’m sorry for not realizing how many of you would donate. Love you guys!” And I posted it.

Robby woke me up when he got home; I’d fallen asleep downstairs. He pushed my tired frame up the steps to brush teeth then undressed me. He nudged me to bed then got in on his side pulling my head to his chest. “Sleep, Rye.”

And sleep I did. Robby was gone when my eyes snapped opened after a real dream about Niki. It started with a soft kiss, then another. I could feel the heat from her as she ripped my shirt open and bit my nipple. On her knees, she struggled with my belt and buttons, pulled down the jeans then plunged herself on my shaft.

I dropped to my knees trying desperately; unsuccessfully, to get a hand down the back of her pants. Our clothes were gone when I felt her thumb inch up my ass and she used it to set the pace, of her, suck. I would have never been as forceful as she was setting a long, deep, rhythm. I could tell the head of my cock was in her throat from the gurgles and moans as she held her thumb deep not letting me back off.

The next thing I knew we were in the 69 position with me on top, Niki pulling and pushing my ass hard; me chewing on her lower half. She seemed to like what was happening, my moans mixing with hers as I was now face to face with her pussy. I have no idea how long it took to loosen her tight hole, one finger then two. I had a birds-eye view as fingers three then fore were introduced and greedily accepted.

She pulled on her thighs, opened more, wanting me to do it; enter my thumb. All of my fingers and thumb along with part of my hand was in her when the fountain started. This was a first for me; the fountain. A stream shot from her like a horse peeing.

She grabbed my forearm pulling the rest of my hand into her pussy. I was wrist deep and fucking her like it was my cock. I’d pull out, make my hand like a knife then push it back in; then turning my hand into a fist when pulling it out only to watch her hole close back up; then do it again. Hot as fuck.

I don’t know how everything changed. I wanted to cum and was tit-fucking her along with sliding my cock to her mouth every now and then. I slid back; felt her cock. Slowly I backed into something I not only wanted but knew would fit perfectly. Her hands dug into my chest; I counted the fingernails as I rode her shaft to a thunderous nut that woke me up.

From your Author:

I would like to wish everyone well. I think we should give a nod at our host and other authors in this time. I would encourage those who read; think about writing. I was a fan for years before I ever started and today I am at thirteen; the favorite authors list on GD.

At this time, I recommend that you do something enjoyable along with complying with what’s going on where ever you are. I know, read another story, start writing one, and if all else fails, beat off for motivation. RJC.