Chapter 34 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 34
"It's time the slave and the fag come home," Sinclair told Paul.
"Yes. I agree."
"I'm going to get them." Sinclair declared.
"I figured you were. The slave and the fag need to come back to the planet before they leave Paris. There is no one better to do the job." Paul said with a grin and a kiss.
"Isn't it interesting how in sync we are? The Dom/sub play month paid off; sounding as if it was a national recognition such as May is Masturbation Month? We aren't arguing. We have fantastic sex. But, you know, you are still an asshole." Sinclair kidded.
"Fuck you."
"No. Fuck you."
"Ok."
Paul dropped his pants giving Sinclair the opportunity to suck his big cock. Sinclair did this with no concern for his masculinity or his dominant self. Every sexual position, top/bottom, suck/fuck, kiss, rim, lick, up/down/sideways these two did to each other. Most in the dom/sub, BDSM scene would find this odd. They didn't. It was normal behavior. No one lost their status over getting fucked. No one gained status over fucking.
And, this was Sinclair's turn to take it in. Paul offered his cock to Sinclair. Sinclair took it with abandon into his mouth. He tasted the delicious pre-cum starting to ooze from Paul's piss slit.
"Yeah, fucker. Yeah, asshole. Suck my fucking daddy cock. You love it don't you fucker? You love this daddy cock." Paul moaned.
Sinclair paid little attention to Paul's words. His focus was on cock. Sinclair went all the way down to Paul's balls. His follow up rimming Paul's ass with lust in his heart.
Paul returned the same. It included Paul's cock penetrating Sinclair saliva lubed asshole.
"Oh yeah, buddy. Fuck me. Fuck my hole. Give me cock. Want cock. Love cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Sinclair emoted.
Paul grunted. No talking. Grunting. Fucking. Fucking. Fucking. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming into Sinclair's waiting bowels.
"I love you, Sinclair." Paul declared.
Sinclair smiled. He didn't say it back. It wasn't necessary, or so Sinclair believed.
Introspective Sinclair ran through his life reflecting about who had ever said `I love you' to him.
His parents? Yes; no one else.
Every relationship Sinclair had was with a slave or fag. A slave would experience unrequited love. Not until Joe had he moved past unrequited. There was Paul who he loved. This was all new to him. Sinclair didn't have buddies or friends per se. He had some acquaintances. There were a few people he would go out with on occasion for a beer.
Love? Parents. Joe. Paul. Sinclair thought, "Huh. Interesting."
The Air France flight was on time. Sinclair boarded his business class seat.
He discerned there was a guy he could have a little fun on the flight. He would work the last gay nerve of fag/flight attendant. Jean-Pierre leaned over to ask if Sinclair wanted anything before takeoff. Sinclair's ability to put a man in trance happened to Jean-Pierre.
Jean-Pierre smiled a tentative smile. Not like the smiles he was giving the other passengers. Sinclair mused, "This is going to be fun."
Sinclair knew better than to sleep on the flight; cat nap at most. He always flew overnight to Europe. When the plane landed in Paris, it would be night time or late evening, and his body would want to go to bed. This allowed him to have no jet lag.
Once the lights were out, drawn window shades, and everyone else was sleeping, he went in for the kill.
He waited until the flight attendants finished work. The crew was sitting and chatting. He saw Jean-Pierre was fiddling in the galley.
Sinclair went to the lavatory giving Jean-Pierre a slight smile.
Exiting the lav, Jean-Pierre was standing at attention.
Sinclair, "Agréable. Tu sais quoi faire sans instruction. Sinclair se pencha pour que Jean-Pierre puisse sentir la chaleur de son corps. "Vous voulez jouer?"
"Nice. You know what to do without instruction." Sinclair leaned in so Jean-Pierre could feel the heat of his body. "You want to play?"
"Oui monsieur." Jean-Pierre had his head bowed.
"Bien. Combien de temps êtes-vous à Paris?" Sinclair asked.
"Good. How long are you in Paris?"
"Paris est ma base. Je suis sur les vols internationaux. J'ai une semaine entre."
"Paris is my base. I am on international flights. I have a week between."
Nous pouvons accomplir beaucoup de choses en une semaine. "Sinclair sourit:" Voici mon adresse à Paris et mes infos de contact. Appelez-moi deux jours à partir de 10 heures. Je vais vous donner des instructions. En attendant, laissez libre cours à votre imagination. Ce ne sera pas comme tout ce que vous pouvez penser. Sortez-le de votre système. Vous serez mieux lotis.
"We can get a lot accomplished in a week." Sinclair grinned. "Here's my address in Paris and my WhatsApp contact info. Call me two days from now at 10 AM. I will give you instructions. In the meantime, let your imagination run wild. It won't be like anything you can think of. Get it out of your system. You'll be better off."
"Oui monsieur."
"Ne baise pas le trou du cul. Vous le regretterez si vous le faites. "
"Do not fucking cum asshole. You will regret it if you do."
"Oui monsieur."
"Maintenant, prends-moi une douche."
"Now get me a shower."
"Mais, monsieur, les douches sont seulement pour la première classe."
"But, Sir, showers are only for First Class."
En se penchant, "Ne dites jamais" mais "ou" non ". Figure-le baiseur. "
Leaning in, "Never say but' or no'. Figure it out fucker."
Quelques minutes plus tard, "Monsieur, nous avons votre douche prête. Puis-je vous aider à porter quoi que ce soit? "
A few minutes later, "Sir, we have your shower ready. Can I help you carry anything?"
"Ici. Prenez ce genre de choses. "
"Here. Take this stuff."
"Oui monsieur. Viens avec moi. "" Ici, vous êtes. "
"Yes, Sir. Come with me." "Here, you are."
"Bien. Entrez."
"Good. Come in."
Jean-Pierre was about to say a `but" and instead said, "Oui monsieur."
"Sur vos genoux. Regarde-moi. "
"On your knees. Look up at me."
Sinclair unbuttoned his Oxford shirt. Stepping from his shoes, he dropped his pants. The tidy-whities holding the gift fags long for. Sinclair pulled over his white t-shirt. There he was. Jean-Pierre was getting a glance at what was to come.
"Penche-toi et sens mon entrejambe."
"Lean in and smell my crotch."
Jean-Pierre's body shook. He touched it with his nose.
"Je n'ai pas dit toucher. J'ai dit l'odeur. D'accord. Assez. Se lever. Pars. »Ordonna Sinclair. Juste avant que Jean-Pierre ne déverrouille la porte, Sinclair ajouta: «Et, merci.
"I didn't say touch. I said smell. Ok. Enough. Get up. Leave." Sinclair ordered. Right before Jean-Pierre unlocked the door, Sinclair added, "And, thank you."
When finished, Sinclair walked back to his seat refreshed and ready to land. He ignored Jean-Pierre from then to "Bu-bye"; flight attendant speak.
"Sleep on the floor fags. Here's a blanket. I'm going to bed." Joe and Ken's body trembled. "See you in the morning. And, I want a French breakfast ready for me when I wake up. Good night."
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