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Black Viper: The Backstory
Henry Robert Peters was adopted at the age of three and became Charles Arthur Ames II when the papers were authenticated. Charles I was his adoptive father. Charles was gay and had a life partner, but then totally closeted as all were. Two years later he gained a second legal father, Harmond Reese. Rare in those days, but money could get you anything and they had it.
Charles and Harmond were financiers and very successful. Chico, a name he chose because Chuck was his father, was adopted into wealth.
At the age of ten he turned on the bedroom intercom and saw both his dads in bed with full erections, morning wood. He snuck into the room to get a better look. Both men were well hung. Chuck was almost seven inches and thick, Harm was a bit longer still hefty but not quite as thick. Chuck, was beefier than Harm and quite furry, harm was fit bit smaller than Chuck, no body hair. Chico wrapped his hand around Chuck's cock, wouldn't go all the way around. Then he tried it with Harm, fingers and thumb just barely touched.
"That you Chuck," Harm said, still half asleep.
A hand rested on Chico's shoulder and led him out of the room, it was Rudolf. "You don't belong in here, Chico. Come and get some breakfast."
"Why is Poppa Harm in Poppa Chuck's room, he has his own."
"Sometimes people need company," Rudolf answered.
At fourteen, Chico marched into Chuck's room one morning, early, obviously unannounced, Harm was sucking on Chuck's cock while Chuck was jacking Harm off.
"Are you guys gay?"
"Yes, Chico, but more than that we're deeply in love, this is just one fun part of it." Chuck answered. "Make your own decisions wisely, Chico, we made ours."
"Poppa Harm and I are kind of busy right now. Come back at 9:00 and have breakfast with us, just tell Rudolf, he already knows about us (Chico caught the double entendre.)
Once again Chico witnessed two handsome men, his fathers, well hung with fully engorged cocks, this time in the throws of gay sex.
From that day forward all pretense was gone. Harm and Chuck rarely wore anything but briefs, if anything, in the house. They worked from home, and always openly shared the suite.
Chico thought all adult men were hung like his fathers, he had never seen any others, he himself never went naked anywhere ever. They had a home gym, a Universal machine plus other stuff. The three of them worked out together, Harm and Chuck usually naked, never Chico. Seeing those men naked almost every day just drove the message deeply home.
Chico felt hopelessly inadequate compared to the only naked men he'd ever seen, every morning after a shower he was reminded of it. He thought he was gay, it was all he knew about men, but no man would want what he had he thought. He drove himself to build his body in the home gym to compensate, but there were no exercises that he could do to fix what he thought was his problem.
"Looking really damn good, Chico. You is a buff dude. If you weren't my son ..." He didn't finish the sentence.
"Thanks Poppa Harm. It took a lot of time and a lot of work."
"Had to, Chico my son, but it paid off nicely. You are a very handsome young man."
Every night both fathers kissed him goodnight, he fully appreciated the love, but he knew in his mind what was going to be going on in the suite; just deeper and deeper.
On Chico's 18th birthday Chuck and Harm gave him a suite of designer briefs, they thought it would make him feel sexy. Boy were they wrong. "Going to show us." said Harm? Chico went to his room, put on a pair, looked at himself in the mirror and felt that there wasn't a real man in there, and he knew at 18 he wasn't going to get anymore. He stuffed a pair of socks in his pouch and went out to show his dad's, briefly. "You're one handsome man," said Chuck. Chico kissed him, thanked him, and went back to his room to get dressed. Harm and Chuck had their junk stuffed in briefs, like always. Deeper and deeper into inadequacy, even with a pair of socks in his pants his fathers were way bigger than he was.
The Rolls Royce Excalibur was forced off the road, it was an ugly accident, both Harm and Chuck and James the chauffer were killed instantly.
Chico inherited it all. Not bad off in his own right, but now an incredibly wealthy young man. He had always ridden in a Rolls, but just couldn't any more, hence black beauty.
After the funerals:
"Master Chico (never been Master before, he was twenty-one now) I would be more than happy to remain in your employ, but you have other choices."
Chico fell to his knees, grabbed Rudolph's legs and cried, "Oh my god, Rudolph. If you ever left me, I'd be totally alone, you raised me. You're all I have now."
"Stand up Master Chico and become the man you have to be. I will be here for you until you choose to dismiss me."
*** Jason Mabry was a construction site foreman supervising from four to six builders, himself included. One of his crew was always invited to lunch with him. They all knew what that meant! Jason wasn't the contractor, but he was the on-site boss. What does lunch with Jason mean, I really don't have to tell you. He and his daily pick would drive off in the F150 to a remote spot on the work site and eat, usually in each other's lap or somewhere else, every day five days a week. Most of his crew looked forward to it, a couple put up with it. He was the boss and it was a good job (in both senses). He always got to pick his team and over the years had had and had given a lot of cock.
Jason wasn't always actively gay, though he knew he was. He went through a marriage and an ugly divorce that left him alone and penny less. The bitch of a divorce is the woman always wins, regardless. She took everything but the truck, she would have taken that but she didn't want it. He filed for bankruptcy to get out of the alimony decree.
Not going to happen again he told himself. That's when he turned totally gay.
The end of the world! Jason was promoted to junior contractor, moved from wage to salary (a nice one) but no field work anymore. "Jason," Ned (senior owner) said," we've known what's been going on out there, but it can't go on any more. You're corporate now, it all falls back on us."
At the end of the day Ned told Jason to follow him. They ended up at the Corral. "What you had to give up you should be able to recover here."
"Are you gay, Ned?"
"Yes, but before you ask, no. You used to play where you work, I don't, and that's got to stop for you. There will be a lot of men here who'll be more than happy to please you, but not me."
"Can we be just friends here?"
"Kiss me, Jason, that's my answer.
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