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PART 5 : 100% fiction!
The next two months were heavenly. Daily, Kevin and I rolled naked in bed and
had the most enjoyable time sucking each other’s cocks. Kevin fucked me
passionately on and off and we went into the bathroom together, to breakfast
together and left for school together. Kevin’s father wrote some letters and in
one of them enclosed a draft for a thousand dollars. It was in my mother’s name
and not in Kevin’s name. Dan had explained in the enclosed letter that it is
better for my mother to handle the money and meet all the needs of Kevin. But
Kevin had money of his own in his suitcase. When I asked him where he got it
from, he did not give me a straight answer immediately, but after some time said
that his dad gave him the money before he left. There was one other thing that
puzzled me. Kevin used to drive away somewhere in the car that Dan left behind.
He never told where he was going, nor was willing to take me with him. When I
asked him, he just smiled and said one day I will come to know!
The semester was coming to an end and Mr. Wilson was preparing to leave this
school for another. He told me in one of our training sessions about his
transfer and felt sorry that he was leaving me behind!
“You were a good boy. I like you. I wish you too could go with me to my new
place,” he had said one Thursday, after he fucked me in the gym when the class
was over. To pacify him, I said that I too would be missing his ‘special
training’! I then asked him when he was to leave and he told me he had to catch
the 9 pm bus on Friday night, which was the very next day! It was then that I
hit upon a plan. I told him that I would come around 7 pm on Friday and help him
get packed. I would also put him in the 9 pm bus, if my mother would allow me to
be away till that late. Mr. Wilson was glad and said that it was very kind of me
to do so. Then I put across what was in my mind. I told him that since all these
days he had fucked me and I silently accommodated him, it was my desire that I
too should fuck his ass once, if possible! If he agrees to let me fuck him
before leaving, he could also have his fill of my ass once more, for the very
last time! It was a bold venture of mine and, to my surprise, the idea was
immediately approved! Mr. Wilson slapped me on the bottom and said that no one
had dared tell him to bend down for a fuck, though he always wanted someone to
do it to him!
“I would keep most of my stuff packed. You need to only accompany me to the
bus-stand and help me load the baggage on to the bus. Get permission from your
mother to be out till 9.30 pm tomorrow. Do you think I should speak to your
mother about it? I had never met her though,” he said.
“If it is for helping my master on his journey, I think, my mother will not
object’” I said and took leave of him. As I cycled home, I re-ran my plan in my
mind. Was my sinister plan being watched by God? I did not care!
On Thursdays, after the gym hour, I would always tell Kevin to go home and
not wait for me, because I had to take special coaching with Mr. Wilson. I never
told him what went on in the gymnasium after the class, between me and Mr.
Wilson. Like all others in my class, he too believed that Mr. Wilson was giving
me special coaching to strengthen my muscles. Little did they guess that Mr.
Wilson was only widening my ass hole and strengthening it in order to give me a
good fuck! What a shock it would be if they were to know the truth! As I cycled
home, enjoying these thoughts of mine, I did not know that there would be a
greater shock waiting me at home!
The garage door was open and I saw Kevin’s bike parked inside. His car was
there too. So, I parked my bike by the side of Kevin’s and tried to open the
door that led from the garage into the house. But it was locked. That was
unusual. So I went to the front door and tried it. That too was locked from
inside. That was not unusual. So, I rang the bell and waited. No sound of anyone
coming to open the door or calling me to wait. I rang the bell once again
longer, and waited. Nothing happened. So, I went round the house to see if I can
spot either my mother or Kevin. Both must be inside, or else, the garage door
will not be left open as I found it. I peeped into the dinning room through the
window, where the curtains were wide open. No one there and there was no
movement anywhere. I went further around the house to mother’s bedroom window.
The curtains were drawn in there. However, there was a little gap between, where
the two curtains came together. I put my eye to it and looked in. What I saw
shocked me.
Kevin was on top of my mother, completely naked. My mother was holding his
back tightly and had spread her thighs wide open for Kevin to insert his cock
into her. Kevin was moving his hips that indicated that he was fucking her
ferociously. He had his two hands on either side of her body and was intently
looking at her face as he fucked her. Mother’s eyes were closed as she was
enjoying the action. My whole world seemed to collapse around me. I wanted to
tap on the window and disturb them. But I controlled myself. On seeing the
sex-act, my cock began to stiffen inside my pants. The bedroom door was closed,
and that was the reason they could not hear me ring the door-bell. Just as I was
looking on, Kevin bent down to mother’s face and told her something in her ear.
My mother then moved her hands to Kevin’s buttocks and held it pressed to her
body tightly. Kevin then straightened his body and fell on her bosom and gripped
her shoulders tight. Though his face was turned away from my view, I knew that
he was sending jets of his semen into her!
I could not watch any more. I came with the intention of telling Kevin my
plan for the next day. I thought of telling him that I am going to fuck Mr.
Wilson in the gym the next day and I wanted him to watch the show from outside
the window. But, instead Kevin was performing for me a horrible show and I was
watching it from outside the window of my own house! Was God punishing me for I
had planned?
I decided to take my bike and ride away to see a classmate of mine, who lived
a bit far off and take him into my confidence to witness the scene tomorrow at
the gym. Before going to pick up my bike, I peeked again into the bedroom
window. Kevin was sitting on the cot—the single cot from my room, which was
shifted there when Kevin came to stay with us—and mother was handing over to him
a five-hundred dollar bill! My blood began to boil. I left in haste and cycled
as fast as I can and came to my classmate’s house. I saw my classmate—Dresden by
name—standing outside his house talking to another classmate of mine, a girl
named Philomena. Dresden and phenomena were interested in each other and there
was a talk that both were planning to get married after schooling. I hesitated
for a moment to tell Dresden what I came to share with him, as I would not be
able to exclude his girlfriend, at that moment. Because I was already agitated
from what I had seen at home, I could not tell a lie and get away from there. I
decided to take both of them into my confidence. After all, they were lovers and
would not divulge anything to others. So, I told them that on Friday, at 7 pm
sharp, if they come over to the gym, not get inside but go round the building
and peep through the window from outside, they would see a wonderful sight.
“I will not tell you what you will see and I do not want you to tell anyone
else. It is something between Mr. Wilson and me. It will be a special gift,
which I have planned to give him, before he leaves for another school at 8.30
pm,” I told them, and left in haste.
Originally, I had intended to tell this plan of mine, only to Kevin. But
after what I had witnessed at home a little earlier, I did not want to have
anything to do with Kevin. I hated my mother and Kevin. In fact, I hated
everyone and the entire world! Had I not planned my revenge against Mr. Wilson
for the next day, I would have committed suicide by some method. I even thought
I would ride my bike in the middle of the road and cross it just as a heavy
vehicle rushed past. But then, what would happen to my plan for the next day? I
needed to teach Mr. Wilson a lesson not to use his authority ever, to seduce
young boys like me. So, I cycled back home as fast as I can.
It was nearing 9 pm when I reached home. I expected my mother to be waiting
outside our house, for me. But no one was around. The garage door was wide open
as before and Kevin’s bike and his car were in the same position, as I had seen
them earlier. I did not park my bike next to Kevin’s, but put it on the other
side of the garage. It would cause a problem if someone were to take out the
car. But, I did not care. In any case, Kevin was not likely to take out his car,
so late at night. In fact, he took it out only occasionally, when he made those
mysterious trips once a while. I tried the door in the garage that led into the
house. It was bolted from inside as before. So, I went to the front door and
rang the bell, as I did before.
“Come in,” came Kevin’s voice. I opened the door and went in.
“Where were you all this time?” asked Kevin, who was seated on the couch,
watching TV. “Mother has left the dinner on the table for the two of us. Come
quickly, I am starving,” he said. I did not look at him, but merely asked:
“Where has mother gone?”
Kevin replied: “She is tired and said that she was going to bed early. Shall I
give you ten minutes for your shower?”
“I am not hungry,” I said. “You can have your dinner and go to bed. Please
switch off the TV. I prefer to sleep on the couch hereafter.” So, saying I ran
up the stairs. I left my books on the table, pulled off my shirt and tie, picked
up my towel and went into the bathroom that was at the end of the corridor. As I
went in, I heard Kevin turning off the TV and rushing upstairs. Before he could
come to the top, I went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Kevin must have noticed the stiffness in my voice. Hence, he had hurried
upstairs to know what was wrong. I knew that when I finished my bath and go to
my room, he would be waiting there. How should I behave? What should I say? I
stayed under the shower for a long time. Water was running over my naked body
and was dripping all over. I was watching its dripping, especially from my cock
and that made my cock stiffen. But, I quickly turned off the shower, for I did
not want to give room to any sexual thought. Just then, I heard Kevin calling
from outside: “Hey, how long will you be in there? Come out quick.” I did not go
out immediately. As I toweled myself, I shouted back:
“How long I do anything in the bathroom is none of your business. I told you
to go and have your dinner. Don’t ever interfere with me again.”
There was no response from Kevin to what I said. I put my ear to the door and
listened to sounds outside. There was none. But I did not hear Kevin going down
the stairs. So, he must be waiting in my room, I thought. Well, sometime or the
other I have to face him. It is best that it was that very day, when everything
was fresh in my mind! I opened the bathroom door and for a moment was taken
aback. Kevin was standing right there. He curiously looked at me and then slowly
came forward and put his hand in my crotch and touched my cock on the towel. In
normal times, I would allow him to do it. Not only to touch my cock but also
pull away the towel and place his hands on my cock and whack it, before both of
us headed back to our room. There he would wipe me dry with the towel and whack
my stiffened cock till I pushed his hands away as I felt like cumming. We would
then roll on the bed and enjoy sucking each other’s cocks till we fell asleep.
But today, I hated him and as soon as he placed his hands on my cock over the
towel, I closed my fist and punched him hard on his chin.
Least expecting that blow, Kevin staggered on his feet, holding his chin in
one hand. I wondered whether I had injured him and he was bleeding in his mouth.
But I did not wait to see. As Kevin was recovering from his shock, I ran to the
room, picked up my night dress, my pillow and my sheet and started going towards
the stairs. But Kevin came running, caught hold of my clothes in my hand and
stood in from of me obstructing my way to the stairs. He then said: “If you do
not want to stay in the room with me, then it is I who should go and sleep in
the couch. This is your room and I am the guest.” So saying he kept on tugging
at the pillow and sheet from my hands. One hand of his was still nursing his jaw
where I punched him.
“I guess not,” I said, “I think you are the master of the house now and I
have nothing more to do than to get out of this wretched place.”
Kevin looked at me intently and asked: “Did you come earlier and ring the bell?
I should have guessed. I heard the bell and did not check.”
I kept quiet. I did not want to deny it. He then left his grip on the pillow and
the sheet that were in my hands and put his hand on my bare shoulder.
He said: “Please come into the room. I must explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain,” I said. “You are a cheap sexy, rascal who wants
to exploit my mother for her money, just as your father did the other day, and
before that, my father who died.”
As my voice was at a high pitch, Kevin put his hands to my mouth and said that
he did not want the neighborhood to know what was going on in the house here. He
then told me in a soft voice: “Please come inside. I must tell you many things.
Don’t you want to know where I go sometimes in my car?”
That did it. On hearing him say that, I went into the room, threw the pillow
and sheet on the double cot and began to put on my night dress. Kevin came in
after me, shut the door and went and sat on the other side of the bed. He did
not look at me while I dressed, as he used to do invariably, ever since we
started sharing the same room. I buttoned up my sleeping-coat and looked at him
and said: “Kevin, how could you do such a thing? I saw it all from outside the
bedroom window.”
“Yes, it is all very unfortunate. I will tell you everything from the beginning.
But, first let us go and have our dinner. It will all go waste otherwise,” said
Kevin and got up from the bed.
I followed him downstairs. As we went, Kevin gave a cautious look at mother’s
bedroom and whispered to me: “Whatever you saw, and whatever I am going to tell
you, is to be only between you and me. You must promise me that you will tell no
one, absolutely no one, ever.” And he added: “I am glad that your mother is fast
asleep. I guess something is seriously wrong with her health.” Then Kevin
narrated the events of that evening.
Soon after he got back from school, he went to take his bath. He finished
bathing and came into the room—my room, which we both shared now—to put on his
evening dress. He had removed his towel from his waist and had bent down with
his underwear in his hands, to pass his feet through, when he noticed mother
standing in the door way, watching him. He quickly straightened without pulling
on the underwear, grabbed the towel from the cot and covered himself, before
asking what mother was looking for. This was not the first time he said, that
mother had come upstairs on a Thursday evening, asking for one thing or the
other--especially soon after Kevin had come in from the shower. She usually
asked for his clothes for washing or said that she had left something in the
room when she had came to vacuum the room, earlier on the day.
“But today,” Kevin said, “Madam did not ask for anything. She just stood
there looking at me for a while and then came near me. She took hold of my towel
and pulled it off and said that I had a beautiful body and everything I had was
beautiful. She then laid her hands on my cock. I had never had a lady touch my
private parts till then and I was terribly embarrassed. I tried to push her hand
away from my cock, but she held it tightly and soon began to whack it. Then
suddenly she sat down and took it into her mouth and began sucking it. My cock
began to harden up. I did not know what to do or say. As I stood there
completely naked with a hard on, madam stood up, lifted her skirt and pressed
her crotch against mine, spreading her legs wide. She took my cock in her hand
and put it into her hole and held me tightly. If I had wanted to, I could have
pushed her away from me.
But I was in a stupor and did not know how to react in such a situation.
Madam was muttering something to herself as she began to move towards the door,
holding me tightly with my cock pocking in and out of her.”
We had by then come to the dinning table. I listened sat down on one of the
chairs. I could not believe that mother had done all this to Kevin. On the one
hand, I thought that Kevin was trying to cover up his atrocious action. But, I
also recalled how mother was holding his naked body tightly—like Kevin
described-- against hers in bed. Kevin noticed my dilemma and quickly added:
“I know how painful it will be to you to see your mother in bed with a
stranger first and with the stranger’s son next. But believe me; I think your
mother is having some undisclosed illness.”
“Illness or foolishness, I do not know,” I said sadly. Kevin continued with his
narrative as he took his seat opposite me:
“Madam did not loosen her grip on my back. She slowly dragged me with her to the
stairs and began to climb down backwards, holding me tightly. Every step she
descended, my cock went into her and came out. This was too much for me and I
began to go crazy. She had already taken the precaution to bolt the two doors
leading into the house—the front door and the one leading from the garage. She
dragged me to her bedroom, closed and bolted the door and fell backwards on the
cot with me on top of her. She then told me something that shocked me.” Kevin
stopped his story with suspense, and said: “Now, let’s eat our dinner.”
“I don’t feel like it Kevin,” I said. “I will sit here with you, at the
table. But do not force me to eat. I am in no mood for food. Too many things
happening today.”
“What ‘too many things’?” asked Kevin.
“I want to tell you. But that would depend on what I have to hear from you yet.”
I said, indicating that he had to tell me the rest of the story quickly.
Kevin started eating his dinner of bread-rolls and chicken fry. I sat
opposite him and watched him eat hungrily. I took a piece of bread roll and
started nibbling it, while Kevin continued his talk. He said:
“Well, where was I? Oh yes, madam told me something that I did not expect her,
or anyone for that matter, to know. She said that if I can service my father,
why not her?”
Frankly, I did not understand what he was saying. With a puzzled look on my
face, I looked at him and said, “Kevin, I do not understand what you are saying.
Did you say that she said that you serviced your father?”
“That’s right. It will be shocking to you too, to hear that. I must confess to
you dear friend, that my father is not all that saint of a person he appears to
be. Neither am I. You see, to make you understand, I need to tell you what
happened a few months after my mother died,” said Kevin. He then got up and came
to the chair nearer to me and started telling me a strange story.
“A few months after my mother died,” continued Kevin. “Father and I decided
to get a house keeper to cook our meals and clean the house and wash our
clothes. In short, we needed someone to take care of us and the house, as was
done by my mother. So, we advertised in the local newspaper for a housekeeper.
Though many ladies responded, one lady, Lily by name, was appointed by my
father.”
“I know that,” I said interrupting him at that point. “Your father told me
all about it once. He told me that she turned out to be a criminal and that the
police came after her arrested her and took her away to jail.”
“Oh, so father had told you that already, has he? But I guess he did not tell
you all that happened that night!” said Kevin. There was sarcasm in Kevin’s
voice. I had to tell him that Dan did not tell me anything more than what I had
said just then.
It was then that Kevin came out with the happenings one night after Lily was
employed. It seems that Lily would come in the morning to do the household
chores and then, after setting up the table for the evening meal, she would
leave in her moped. But that night—it was a Saturday night—that she stayed a
little longer and served Kevin’s father some wine. In fact, Dan had only asked
her to get the bottle of wine from the cellar before she left at 8 pm. But she
not only brought the wine, but also started serving it to him. When Dan offered
her some, she too joined him.
“I was a bit unhappy when Lily went on filling father’s glass again and
again,” said Kevin. “Very soon dad was intoxicated and began to behave badly
with Lily. He began to touch her breasts and pull at and lift her skirt. Lily
seemed to object, but not vehemently. I could not put down her behavior to
respect or to consent. However, as I looked on, dad lifted her skirt and put his
head inside her crotch. Lily merely tried to push his head away, but at the same
time, spread her legs to give him more room! What dad did under her skirt, I
could not see. I could only guess. Then suddenly, dad’s head popped out of her
skirt. He turned to me and said that I can watch a real porn show and learn how
a man fucks a woman. So saying he dragged Lily into the bedroom, removed her
clothes and pushed her naked on to the co. Then he kicked off his pants and got
in to bed. I stood in the hall and was about to go and prevent dad from doing
the sex act, when there was a knock on the front door and simultaneously, ring
of the door-bell. Dad did not get up from the cot, but was trying to force
himself into Lily. So, I closed the bedroom door from outside, went to the front
door and asked who it was.
‘Open the door please, we are cops,’ came a female voice. I did not know what
to do. But the pounding on the door became louder. So, I opened the door and
there stood a lady cop and a male cop. They asked me whether they can come in. I
hesitatingly stepped aside to let them in. The lady asked who are all staying in
the house. I said that only my father and I stayed here. The lady cop noticed
two wine glasses on the table and looked at me and asked: ‘Do you also drink?’ I
told her that I just took a few sips when father offered me some. I did not want
to reveal to them that Lily was drinking with my father. Then the male cop
pulled out a picture of Lily from his pocket and showing it to me asked me
whether I had seen the lady. I said that she was Lily, our housekeeper. Both
cops wanted to know where she was–whether she was in the house or had left.
Before I could answer them, the bedroom door opened and dad, clad in his
pajamas, came out asking: ‘who is it, Kevin? What do they want?’
On spotting the lady cop, dad apologized, turned into the room and came out
wearing his sleeping coat, half buttoned. When the cops showed the picture of
Lily to my dad, he agreed that she was our housekeeper, but that she usually
leaves before we two have our supper. He said that she left home around 8 pm
that day. The male cop asked permission to look around the house and went into
the kitchen and dinning room. The lady cop wanted to go into the bedroom and
check. I looked at dad with anxiety, but dad said without any hesitation, that
she could very well go in and look up. The lady cop went into the room and after
a few minutes came out and asked whether dad preferred to sleep with the windows
open. Dad feigned surprise and said that the housekeeper must have left it open
when she vacuumed the room. He added that as he was tired and drowsy because of
the wine, he did not notice the windows being open behind the curtains, when he
went to sleep. Just then, the male cop came from upstairs, where he had gone to
check my room, and told the lady cop that everything was clear. It was then that
dad asked them why they were looking for Lily.
They told her that Lily alias Mrs. Rosalind Richardson, was a criminal who
attached herself to families under the pretext of doing household duties and
after gaining their confidence, at an appropriate time, made away with valuables
in the house. They asked us how long Lily alias Mrs. Rosalind Richardson, was
with us and told us to check whether we were missing any costly items. Then the
two of them apologized for the inconvenience and left saying that they will keep
the house under surveillance and get hold of Lily alias Rosalind Richardson,
when she came to the house, the next day. But dad reminded them that the next
day was Sunday and it was a holiday for her. Lily would come only on Monday, if
at all she came. The cops made dad and me promise to inform then if Lily turned
up anytime. Then they left. I was worried about Lily’s scooter parked at the
back of the house. But when we went to look for it, it was not there. The next
morning, I noticed tier tracks on the grass, indicating that Lily, after
climbing out through the bedroom window, had pushed her scooter silently for
some distance, and when the cops were inside the house checking, had rode away,
never to be seen again.”
Kevin stopped his story here and then got up from the table. He started
clearing away the dishes. I too helped. We took all the stuff to the kitchen
sink. Normally, Kevin and I used to wash them, if mother was not around. But
this time, Kevin said that we can do the dishes in the morning as it was already
very late. He went to the garage to close the door. We then switched off the
lights and went upstairs to our room.
“What does the episode of Lily got to do with your serving your dad?” I
asked, as I sat in one corner of the bed. Kevin sat in the opposite corner.
“Not ‘serving’, but ‘servicing’,” corrected Kevin. Frankly, I did not know the
difference and told him so. Then he explained that ‘serving a person’ is to
serve food or drinks to someone. But ‘servicing’ often denotes satisfying a
person’s sexual desires. I was stunned when I heard that. Did Kevin satisfy his
father’s sexual appetite?
Kevin went on: “Dad and I decided NOT to go in for another housekeeper
thereafter, especially when we came to know from the papers that some
housekeeper killed their employers by adding poison to their food. I told my dad
that I will do all the household work, after coming back form school. I also
told him that we can buy foodstuff from outside, as often as need be. Dad
agreed. Things became too tight for me. I had to get up early each day and do a
lot of things before getting ready to go to school. Dad would be doing his
exercises on the machine, before taking his shower in the morning. I would
return in the evening and whenever I did not go for basket-ball practice, dad
and I would drive down to a restaurant for dinner. But as it took up much time,
I could not attend to my home work. So I stayed up late, reading and writing.
This went on for several days. We were trying to figure out how best we could
apportion our time to house-hold work, as well as to attend to other duties,
such as shopping, washing clothes, vacuuming the house etc. Dad and I wore only
our boxers while we were in the house and often times, we touched each other
while attending to our work. Several times, I had noticed a bulge in my dad’s
boxers and many times I had spotted him masturbating in the bathroom or on his
bed.”
“Then one day--one Thursday, I remember-- Dad went outside and got us some
pizzas for dinner. He also brought home some costly wine. After, Lily’s episode,
it was the first time I saw him bringing wine to the dinning table. I cautioned
dad not to drink too much and reminded him of Lily’s episode. He laughed and
said that I need not be scared that he would rape me! As I was cleaning the
table after dinner, I did not notice that my boxers had split at the back. I
went on washing the vessels, bending slightly as our kitchen sink was at a lower
level (it was designed for women who were not tall as men were!). Suddenly, I
found dad standing close behind me. When I turned and looked at him, he smiled
and put his hand around my chest and held me tightly. I could feel his stiffened
cock pressing against my bottom. It was then that I noticed the tear in my
boxers. Dad held me and kissed me in my cheek saying that he loved me for doing
all the work for him. He also said that he needs to be relieved of his pressure
in his crotch and it would be a good idea for me to sleep with him in his cot
that night!”
“I immediately understood my dad’s designs. He wanted me to be not only his
housekeeper, but also his whore! I knew that he was under the influence of wine
and was desperate for sex. I did not react adversely, but merely told him that
he can wait for me in his bedroom and I will come over after finishing my
washing. He patted my exposed bottom with his hand, ran it between the cleft of
my butt cheeks and said that I was a wonderful boy on whom he can depend on, for
anything! He then went into his bedroom, left the door wide open and lay on his
cot naked, with his long and lovely cock pointing straight up. I had always
admired his body and had wanted to suck his cock if chance allowed! Now the
chance was knocking at my door. Why should I not exploit it?”
“I went to him then and told him that I would not act as his whore in bed.
But as I was always fascinated by his lovely cock, I would service him by
sucking it till it was time for him to ejaculate. I also told him that I can do
this for a fee of 100 dollars each session! Dad said he would give me 200
dollars and 300 if I agreed for the insertion of his cock into my ass hole! But
I told him clearly that I will not act as his whore, but only as his buddy and
help him get satiated of his appetite. Thereupon, dad sprung up from the cot,
took hold of me, pulled off my clothes and drew me on to the cot. Before I knew
what was happening, he took hold of my cock in his mouth and brought his own to
my face. I grabbed his long and beautiful cock into my mouth and began sucking
it, while dad did the same to me. He was on top of me and was inserting his cock
into my mouth, as if it was the fuck-hole of a woman! Dad went on sucking my
cock and soon I neared my climax and tried to push dad away, so that I may
squirt my load out side.
But he wouldn’t budge. He started sucking more vigorously. When I could not
control my ejaculation, I shot it all into my dad’s mouth. He did not seem to
feel any aversion for it and licked up every drop of it, as he went on sucking
my cock. It was then his turn to ejaculate and I had no other option than to
take it all into me. Load after load of his semen shot into my mouth and I
swallowed it all.”
“When it was all over, we lay in bed in our 69 position for sometime. Then
dad got up, withdrawing his semi-flaccid cock from my mouth and mine from his.
We hugged each other passionately and dad kissed me several times. It was a
heavenly feeling and I felt emotionally very close to him then. You know, dad I
and I understand each other perfectly well. We lay down next to each other and I
remember going to sleep with my arms thrown over his bare body. When I woke up
at about 3 am, early morning, Dad was next to me, sleeping naked. I was somewhat
ashamed about our behavior the previous night and ran up to my room to spend the
rest of the morning in my bed, alone.”
Kevin finished his story. But I wanted to know how he faced Dan the next
morning. Kevin said:
“As usual, I got up at 5 am and after taking my shower, went to the kitchen
to have my breakfast of bread and eggs. Dad was asleep in his cot. His naked
body was covered partly with the sheet.
I looked at him again and again and admired his torso, before going into the
kitchen. As I was finishing my breakfast, dad came out of the bedroom, wearing
his night pajamas. As usual, we greeted each other ‘good morning’. Dad then took
out two hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and without saying anything, placed
it under my cup. Then he patted me on my back smilingly, went over to do his
exercises on the machine that was placed in one corner of the sitting room. I
was in a dilemma whether to take the money or not. But then I took it, for I had
a need for money badly. I know you are dying to know what that need of mine was.
Well, I will tell you later but now it is very, very late. We must go to sleep.
May be, I will withhold it from you till tomorrow evening, when I would drive
you to a place that will explain everything to you clearly.”
Kevin ended his narration with this suspense. I reminded Kevin that he had
not yet explained what mother told him that shocked him. Kevin then said: “Oh, I
thought by now you would have put two and two together and guessed. She told me
that just as I serviced my father, I could service her too, for which she would
pay me 500 dollars! You know that I need money. So, I decided to go ahead and
comply with her request. When I was about to ejaculate, I told her that I must
pull out of her. But she held me tightly and made me inject her with my semen. I
really felt bad about it then, and I do feel bad now. But I had no choice. It is
a pity that you had witnessed the scene. I am sure you would not forgive me for
what you saw. Your anger is well founded. But I am not Joseph of the Bible, to
leave my towel in madam’s hands and runaway naked. Even if I did, to whom can I
complain and where can I run? Dear friend, my brother, do understand me.” Tears
had gathered in Kevin’s eyes as he said that he wished that he was dead!
I felt like going over to him, putting my hands around his neck and kissing
him. After all, he was my buddy and I loved him. Besides, I must know his
secret. Where was he going to drive me the next day evening? As soon as I
thought about the next day, I remembered my own plans for that day with Mr.
Wilson. I cannot put it off or give it up, because Dresden and Philomena would
be waiting to watch secretly from outside the gym, whatever I had planned to do.
I felt that I had no other option than to take Kevin also into confidence. That
was my original intention, till I witnessed the scene through my mother’s
bedroom window that evening. But Kevin had wanted to take me to the place where
he says I will come to know the reason for his secret trips to town, on and off.
I was in a dilemma. So I said:
“Can’t we go the next day, Kevin? I have promised Mr. Wilson that I will be
with him tomorrow evening.” “Next day is Saturday and it may be too late,” said
Kevin thoughtfully.
“Too late for what?” I asked.
Kevin did not answer me, but instead asked what time Mr. Wilson’s bus was
leaving. I told him that the bus would leave at 8.30 pm from the bus-stop near
the School. Kevin did not say anything for that too. He picked up his pillow and
sheet and started going downstairs. I stopped him and told him that it was I who
first opted to sleep in the couch downstairs. But Kevin again insisted that he
should go downstairs and not I. I had no desire to leave Kevin out of my sight
for various reasons. So, I told him that both of us could sleep as usual in the
same double cot in my room. Kevin agreed with a smile and there was relief on
his face. We both got into the cot. Neither of us moved towards each other, but
lay looking in opposite directions. As I went to sleep, all that I planned about
Mr. Wilson, all that I saw through the window, all that Kevin told me came back
to me one by one. How will I face mother tomorrow? As I wondered, my eyelids
closed in sleep.
[End of part 5][Continued]
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