HIS NAME IS LESTER By Mike Austin
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Chapter 1
My name is Kyle Jenks. I am a trust fund boy, in conjunction with an older brother, Randy and sister Melody, thanks to my Grandparents. Ours is old money and funded in part by the expansion of the railroad, mineral deposits and ranching. While my brother remains in direct control of ranching and field operations and my sister plays out her trophy wife role in our state's largest city; I prefer to enjoy my funds now and disregard The Future. I'm 33, 5'10", 165#s, blonde blue-eyed bottom boy, with a 9" upcurved veiny dick and really low hanging balls, oh yeah and a fine jock ass, made for fuckin... I have a few cars, but most often seen in my green 2020 Bentley V-8 Continental GT convertible. Did I mention I love Trade and guys of color???????? See I was shipped off to boarding school back east at 6 and remained away until I graduated early at 17. After that I returned home and attended a major state university, getting a dual major degree in Biology and Geology; figuring at some point, those majors could be useful in our business operation. I was surprised to learn neither my involvement in the business or majors, were of any necessity. I busied myself reaping the benefits of my trust; traveling, buying cars, earning my pilot's license for the business jet and one of my favorite sources of entertainment, buying sex.
I won't bore you with my events, exposures and training as a pre-teen or teenager, and we'll begin with my graduation from boarding school; prior to my grandparents' deaths and my inheritance. Now mind you, my folks were not run of the mill sorts and gave us kids, all and more than most could imagine; but they had limits imposed on us, which the grandparents did not. Having a full-ride scholarship to college, my needs were pretty much covered, but that didn't ignore the fact that the folks wanted to buy me a townhouse to live in off-campus and after graduation have it for rental property or if I chose to live there, a starter home. The two-story 4 bedroom contemporary structure, met my needs as a college student, but only had a 2-car garage and by this time, I already had 3 daily drivers and 4 collector cars in a secure, climate controlled facility with a staff of 3 who ensured my rides were well cared for and I made sure, the staffers were well compensated and gave them "personal bonuses" as well....
Once I got settled into the townhouse and before my Frosh year began, I was out by the pool and the community lawn crew was tending the pool area and replanting some blooming plants that had died from the extreme Summer heat and by the concrete reflectivity that literally baked the shrubs. Julio and younger brother Marco, focused on replacing the dead or dying plants and the oppressive heat forced the brothers to frequently wipe their faces and necks with their work shirts, giving me clear shots of their taut well defined torsos. Julio's hard chest and abs were enhanced with a thin trail of black hair that ran down his sternum, straight to his crotch. His hard nips were centered in a pair of small patches of silky black hair. Marco was smooth except the teasing edge of his treasure trail that began at his navel and disappeared in his jeans and crotch. Seeing their sweaty glistening torsos, made me horny as fuck. Standing, I walked straight to the pair and asked if they wanted iced water or iced drinks? They thanked me but declined, at which point I cruised the pair openly and headed out of the pool area and back to my unit which was just across the entry boulevard of the community; giving me a clear shot to watch them and as clear a shot letting them know just where I lived. I guessed them to be 17 and 18 or 19, but they were lean and I wanted them BADLY. I watched with loss as they climbed into one of the 4x4 quad pick-ups and left the community for another week. I did however, notice Julio eyeing my unit as he climbed in the back of the pick-up. A stir surged in me and my glutes tightened and my throat made an audible "gulp". I headed upstairs to clean up for a date.
I thought the doorbell rang as I was about to get in the shower, went to the front windows and found Julio standing at the door. He looked up and saw me at the window. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me I ran downstairs and greeted the hot man, wearing his athletic sleeveless shirt and still lightly coated in sweat. "I could use that iced water now sir, if is still ok" he stated intensely. I motioned for him to come in and led him to the kitchen, grabbed a big red throw-away cup shoved it under the ice cube dispenser and then pressed ice water and the 32oz cup filled fast. Once filled I handed it to the young stud, who'd raised his sleeveless shirt to wipe his face before taking the red cup of icey water. He swigged it down and paused then swigged more. I urged him to slow down, took the cup and refilled it. He eased back against the island bar and as I handed him the cup he spoke again, "is ok if you wan to blow me". I paused then urged, "only if you want me to". He began to drink more slowly, shifted his feet apart in his worn out run-over boots then tilted his hips forward. Not wasting a second, I dropped to my knees, paused to look up and found him ignoring me but drinking the iced water, gripped the belt and then the zipper to drop his jeans, and tugged down the dirty sweat and piss stained tighty whiteys and found his teenage heavy bag of balls hanging low as well as his flaccid uncut cock. The heat alone would have caused his balls to drop but I was counting on more. I tugged his bag, then sucked his balls into my mouth, drew them away from his body and felt his free hand cup the back of my head and shove me in closer to his crotch. Releasing my mouth lock on his balls, I tilted my head back to find his dick had swung upright and his foreskin was thick but wet from pre-cum. "May I suck you Julio" I asked. He just nodded yes and went back to drinking his water. I swallowed slowly, urging his hood back, tasting the frothy precum, piss, raw head stew that drove me nuts. I began drawing him deeper in my mouth and as he stiffened, his grip at the back of my head increased. His hips began thrusting as he face fucked me. Grabbing his glutes I helped him fuck my mouth. His hips began a hard face fuck and he sucked in air tightly through his clenched teeth, "more, gonna cum, suck me more" he urged. It was no use, no sooner than saying it, he held my head and jack hammered my mouth, drove his dick into my throat and shot off. His breathing was rapid, almost panting. He jerked his cock out, dick slapped my face and called me a good cocksucker. "Aye, hoto, you suck good" was the extent of his remarks. I stood, walked to the small desk at the end of the island, opened a drawer and pulled a $20 out, returned to him and handed it over. "The more I can blow you, the more of these you get and if you bring your bro by, both of you get a $20" I closed. He nodded, grabbed his crotch as he redressed. I watched him head out to the old banged up Ford pick-up, climb in and drive away. I needed to beat off, but knew my date, a married guy from the country club enjoyed fucking the cum out of me, so held off for him. I was so worked up though and couldn't wait to blow Julio again soon and maybe get lucky for a go at Mario as well.
Ben was a janitor at the club. I'd actually met him at an ABS near the club one night while cruising for dick. I recognized him in the hallway of the video booths and he looked at me as though I was familiar but made no move. As soon as he hit a booth though, I made a bee line for the adjacent one and wasn't disappointed. The thick black cock swung free from his fly, then as he stroked it slowly, he began to thicken more and extend in his palm. He had every reason to be proud of that dick and showed it off, teasing me through the glory hole, making me eager to suck him dry. He finally tuned to face the hole and as still stroking his cock, now a good 8-9" long and his big hand couldn't wrap around the monster. Running my finger along the bottom edge of the glory hole was all it took. Ben began to feed his cock to and then into the hole and I wasted no time swallowing it deeper in my mouth. The wall squeaked some as he leaned against it driving his dick as deep through the hole as possible. His big spongy head slid down my throat like it should. My throat muscles gripped and massaged the dick and my lips wrapped tightly around his cock base. His dense pubes pressed against my mouth and he began a slow steady throat fuck. After a bit, he made a short gasp then flooded my throat with sperm. I sucked and sucked until he finished his dick spasms and pulled back. I wasted no time and was standing outside my booth door as he exited his. I extended my hand, added "Kyle Jenks" and shaking his, got his single word reply "Ben", then he eased passed me to the exit. His country club work shirt confirmed my recollection. I left one satisfied cocksucker, getting three more guys off that night, but driving home, thought of Ben again and again. I beat off in the shower dreaming of that fine cock and planned then to have him over more often. Hence my resulting cum control for my shower after Julio. Ben was only about 15 minutes out.