“Come,” he said as he took my hand. He dragged me, quickly drying myself off, to his bedroom. It was slightly furnished but had a queen sized waterbed. “My mother sent me this bed,” he murmured, throwing us onto it, riding the waves we had created with blissful satisfaction. “My mom said fucking is more pleasurable in this bed.”
Rain suddenly reached into the headboard cabinet and took a foil-wrapped condom. It was my extra-large-sized brand. As Rain opened the condom wrapper, I told myself, “Whoa, I'm gonna be fucked by a hot big dick now.” Instead, he leaned over and started to roll the condom onto my extremely stiff pole.
“Your dick is the first one I had ever seen that needs the condom like mine,” he admitted as he rolled it down my dick. His head followed his fingers and he pressed my balls and licked at them sending waves of sensual pleasures throughout my body. I thought I would ejaculate right then and there.
“Fuck me, dude,” he pleaded, turning over on his stomach and pushing up those beautiful ass cheeks. The sight was heart throbbing. I had to lick him. I had to rim that ass and eat it and poke it with my tongue. He squirmed with delight as I went wilder. But his ass indicated to my tongue he wanted more. Even more. So I gave in to his wish.
I started fucking him. I slid my big flesh into him slowly. It was tight but did not mean without experience. He complained about being hurt, but I ignored him. At last, we were fully connected.
“Oh dude, it just feels very good, now fuck me please,” he yelled, as the waves in the waterbed helped raise our joy. He started to use his body to give me pleasure, tightening ass muscles, twisting his ass and lifting his hips, fucking and flexing. I pushed right back. It was Inspirational and monumental. Both of us were made to fuck and we both did it rather great. Though life rarely allows perfection. So I took note of its perfection and enjoyed every moment of it. I know Rain did, too.
My ejaculation was coming. In my mind, I had already reached a state of orgasm. My body proved that it can produce impressive happiness and make me like it. He accepted the ejaculation with strength.
The moment I pulled, he shivered under me onto his back. The size of his reinvigorated dick was magnificent. I moved off of him and towards his shoulder, as he expressed a confused look, though then I leaned in, from the proper direction, and engulfed that precious dick, it sunken slowly until my nose was pressed between those magnificent ass cheeks of his. He hollered and whooped as I worked my magic, I rose and descended on that erect dick, and he started telling me how marvelous this felt. In a short period of time, he unloaded quarts of juice into me. This time, I caught much of his cum on my tongue. It was extraordinary.
- - - -
The two of us were lying there, next to each other, grinning joyfully, almost near speechless, enjoying in the afterglow of amazing sex, knowing we would re-energize for more soon enough. We simply knew both of us were great together in bed. That was undeniably true.
“My mom is a great gal,” he said, out of nowhere. It was the second time he'd mentioned his mom. My radar went up. My instinct as a private detective took over.
“Yes, I mean, why is that? Because she gave you this amazing waterbed?”
“My mom seems to know better than I do and what I need.”
“Aaaaahhh,” I said. What was he trying to say, I asked myself..
“She asked me to let you have this,” he added, he reached into the headboard and handling me a brown envelope.
I was stupefied.
As Rain watched, his eyes were flashing, I then tore open the letter and it read:
Dear Mr. Private Dick,
Perhaps, if you are reading this, then my plans have succeeded. You are a good guy, a dependable influence, and a hung male as what my gay friends told me. Perfect for what my son needs...
I couldn't believe it, my jaw dropped and I looked at Rain. His face was expressionless but alert. He was waiting for my initial reaction.
...My son is an awesome boy, as by now you surely know, but untaught in manly ways, having lacked the dependable influence during his life of a father. I want you to help my son. Be a nice friend to him. Love him. Even make love to him. Be with my child, and allow him to be with you. I am convinced that you will know what to do. I know you will do your best, my detective. For this, you will have my gratitude forever, and my son's undying love.
Best Regards…
Rain's mother signed her full name. I was astonished. I didn't know what to utter. I planned everything not knowing I was the one who got plotted against or is it plotted for? It is very confusing. I don't know what to say or how should I react.
I glanced at Rain. He was lying there, next to me, on his back, he was floating gently on the waterbed, playing with this big, re-energized big one, wagging it to me invitingly. I want to ask him if he knew it was me when he crashed onto me or was it really just a coincidence, but I am aware it won't make any difference at all.
Well, what can I say? That dick is calling me.
I think I should go.
--THE END--
Dominated by the Billionaire
Alexander Logan drifted through the room of black ties and evening gowns, buffeted by the lazy current of other patrons of the arts who came to show their support and raise awareness for a good cause. Occasionally, he allowed himself to be snagged by a handshake, pulled into little tributaries of conversation where people exchanged introductions and brokered deals before moving on again; catch and release.
Someone called his name and he looked around. His hazel eyes lit up and he smiled when he saw two elderly fellows making their way toward him. “I was wondering if you were going to be here,” Alexander said. He shook hands with the stately African-American gentleman and clapped his shoulder. “Teddy. You’re looking good.” He turned to Teddy’s partner and offered his palm. “Danny. It’s good to see you.”
Danny gave an indignant snort. “What’s with this nonsense?” he demanded. “I met your father during the Cold War, worked by his side for nearly thirty years. I’ve known you since you were crawling about in dirty nappies, and this is what I can expect? A handshake? Honestly!” He looked at Teddy, who responded with a bemused shrug. Sighing in exasperation, Danny batted Alexander’s hand away and held out his arms. “Now, give us a kiss, before I box your ears.”
Laughing, Alexander hugged the older man and returned the affectionate peck on the cheek. “I didn’t expect to see you two here tonight. The last I’d heard, you were overseeing some project up in Scotland.”
“Well, you know how he is,” Teddy said. He nodded to Danny, who had taken it upon himself to adjust the lapels on Alexander’s tuxedo like a fussy mother hen. “Hasn’t missed one of these benefit galas in years. He says it’s because we set an example as the oldest gay interracial couple to operate a Fortune 500 company together.” Teddy shot a wry glance at Alexander. “Forgetting, of course, that we’re the only gay interracial couple operating a Fortune 500 company together, old or otherwise.”
Danny huffed. Grabbing Teddy’s hand, he gave it an admonishing tug. “Hush, you!” Teddy just looked at him with unabashed affection before leaning in and sharing a light kiss on the lips. That softened Danny up in an instant. “You’re lucky you’re good in bed,” he said, but still shook a finger at his partner in silent warning.
“Well, I know you two just celebrated another anniversary,” Alexander said warmly, “so I’m glad you’re here so I could congratulate you in person.”
“Thank you, Alex,” Danny said. He linked arms with Teddy. “Now, I do believe the performance is about to start, so we should be getting in and finding our seats.” He reached over and patted the young man’s shoulder. “Enjoy the show, luv.”
“You, too.” Alexander watched them go. He took one last sip from his complimentary cocktail before depositing the empty glass on the tray of a passing server. Raking his long fingers through his thick, dark hair, he joined the crowd flowing through the doors into the auditorium.
The Master o
f Ceremonies came out onto the stage once everyone had been seated. “Thank you all for coming this evening,” he said. “We have a very special treat for you tonight. It is our great pleasure and honor to present a very talented young woman, winner of multiple awards including three Grammys, a Tony for her performance in the Broadway revival of Hair, and most recently an Oscar for Best Original Song. When she heard about our event, she called and said she wanted in because this cause – the Pediatrics International Cancer Society – is very close to her heart. But we’ll let her explain that, herself. Ladies and gentlemen, please join us in welcoming to our stage…Miss Piper Kennedy.”
Alexander added to the applause that filled the auditorium with the singer’s arrival. His clapping slowed when the spotlight found her and followed her to the microphone where the emcee waited to greet her. Resplendent in a black evening gown and matching cocktail gloves, she had the whole Rita Hayworth thing going on with her red auburn hair parted to one side and falling to her shoulders in soft waves. The diamond bracelets on her wrists and chandelier earrings sparkled in the stage lights, but could do nothing to out-shine the smile she wore on her beautiful face. Immediately, Alexander thought of the art of Peter Paul Rubens, for whom the term “rubenesque” was coined, because the woman standing up there before him was nothing short of a work of art.
As the emcee exited, Piper addressed the audience. “Thank you,” she said, and her voice was sweet but with an underlying strength that would surely come out when she began to sing. “As it has been stated, yes, the moment I heard about this benefit I knew I had to get involved.” She paused, pressed her full, bright-red lips together and looked upward toward the balcony section. “Three years ago, I lost my eldest niece, Madelyn, to cancer. She was an amazing little girl, just so full of life. She was a fighter, too. I have struggled so much in my life with various problems but they all seemed so insignificant once I saw what she had to face, and how she did it with such positivity and power. She never stopped smiling.” Piper stopped again, and the diamond and ruby necklace resting on her milk-white bosom rose and fell as she took a few deep, calming breaths to bring her emotions under control. “Madie was smiling the last time she closed her eyes, when her fight came to an end. I learned so much from her, and one of the things I decided to do with my life was to do whatever I could to help other children – like my niece, like Maddie – to continue their fight against cancer.” She smiled again. “And that’s why we’re all here, tonight. To be their weapons and help them in their battle, to celebrate their victories and to honor their lives. Because they deserve it. We should all be as strong as them, as strong as Madelyn had been.”
More applause, and when it died down Piper turned and nodded to the orchestra hidden in the shadows on the stage behind her. Her voluptuous body began to sway to the music. When she wrapped her gloved fingers around the microphone stand and those first notes began to leave her lips, Alexander found himself mesmerized. He remained enraptured throughout the performance, too. Piper had amazing vocal range, capable of singing everything from bluesy torch songs and slamming rock ballads. And she delivered them all with style and grace, sometimes pressing her fist to her breast in impassioned pleading, or sweeping her luxurious hair up off her neck as she purred like a seductive kitten. She plucked the microphone off the stand and strutted along the edge of the stage before descending the steps into the audience. Alexander watched as she made her way up and down the aisles, touching shoulders, clasping hands, and even kissing one patron on top of his bald head. She knew how to work the crowd. She had a big heart and a bigger personality to complete the full-figured package. Alexander found himself wishing he had an aisle seat when she passed by his row, because he wanted to experience that energy for himself, hands-on. He was one of the first people on his feet to deliver a standing ovation at the show’s end.
An after-concert mingle session commenced, where checks were signed and collected for the foundation. Alexander swiped his platinum card at one of the readers to make his contribution. As he tucked his wallet away, he scanned the room, hoping to catch Danny and Teddy again. Instead, his gaze lit upon a certain Junoesque redhead. Alexander’s missed a beat or three. Setting his jaw, he propelled himself through the crowd, murmurs of “excuse me” cutting the path. He could see her talking to another woman, round cheeks pitted with dimples as she laughed. Alexander waited for a break in the conversation before clearing his throat. “Miss Kennedy,” he said, and she turned to look up at him. Even in heels, she stood a few inches shorter, which surprised Alexander because she had seemed so much taller up on the stage. He chalked it up to the fact that she had a larger-than-life personality. “Sorry to interrupt, but I saw you and didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to tell you personally how incredible you were tonight.”
“Well, thank you,” she said. She excused herself from the other woman and she gave her full attention to Alexander. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. And it’s ‘Piper.’ You don’t have to call me ‘Miss Kennedy.’ We’re all friends, here, am I right?”
“So far,” he said, smiling. A waiter glided up with a tray of champagne flutes and they each took a glass. “Since we’re friends, you can call me ‘Alexander.’”
“It’s nice to meet you, Alexander.” She looked around. “It’s a good crowd, tonight. It does my heart good to see this kind of turnout. It’s such an important cause. And I don’t say that for personal reasons, either. I believe every girl and boy should have a full and happy childhood, free of illness, and the chance to grow up without having to worry about some heinous disease trying to take all of that away from them.”
“Hear, hear,” Alexander said, and they tapped their glasses together with a light ring of crystal. He watched her as they drank, making note of the rich brown color of her eyes, the shade reminding him of warm brandy.
“So,” she said, looking around. “Where’s your girlfriend?”
He frowned, confused by the question. “My girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“No?” She arched one penciled eyebrow at him, a corner of her mouth curling slightly. “Well, I guess those darn tabloids lied, then – last I heard, you were dating Heidi Klum.”
He nearly spit out his champagne. Alternating between coughing and laughing, he shook his head. “Yeah, I’m afraid they mislead you with that one. I think that might be from the time I went to Fashion Week and was sitting two rows over from Heidi during the Alexander McQueen runway show…of course, if you’re seen in the same room with another celebrity, they automatically assume you’re dating that person.”
“Yeah,” Piper said, nodding wistfully. “They said the same thing about me and Clay Aiken, when we toured together right after his stint on Idol. This was, of course, before he came out of the closet.” She raised her glass again. “To those crazy tabloids – although we should be careful, they might have some people here, tonight. Next thing you know, they’ll be Photoshopping little hearts around really unflattering pictures of us and saying we’re romantically involved. That’s just what you’d need, huh?” She swept her hand across the air in a pantomime of reading a headline. “‘Billionaire Trades BMW for BBW!’”
Alexander let out a dry snort of amusement. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he remarked, and smiled at her. “Besides, I hear that BBWs are much easier to handle…definitely better on curves.” He liked the way her cheeks went a little pink at his blatant flirting. He liked even more that she didn’t swoon and fall at his feet. In his opinion, a woman who could hold her own, take a compliment and maintain her sense of self was very sexy.
One of the event’s organizers, Lou Gutierrez, chose that moment to walk up to them. “Logan! Glad you could make it!” He thrust out a hand, which Alexander clasped. “I see you’ve been getting acquainted with our lovely star. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to steal her away from you.” He turned to Piper. “They’re waiting in the press room to get some photos and a few statements. We’ll need you in fiv
e minutes, all right?”
She nodded. “I’ll be right there.”
“Great.” Lou clapped Alexander’s shoulder. “Good seeing you again.” And just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone, hurrying off to make sure everything continued to run smoothly and according to schedule.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you from your duties,” Alexander said. “You’re here to help raise awareness for a good cause.” He waved her away. “Go. Raise. And have a great night. You’ve earned it.”
“Thanks,” she said. She ran her gloved fingertip around the rim of her champagne flute. “It was nice meeting you and getting to talk, even if it was for just – what? Ten minutes?”
“Yeah,” he sighed, looking down into his own glass, “I’m afraid these things aren’t good for long, meaningful conversations.” He looked her over again, committing every detail to memory. “It was nice meeting you, too.” He held out his hand and she placed hers into it, giving a light squeeze.
They pulled apart and turned to go their separate ways. Alexander got a few paces before he made a sudden U-turn and headed back. He caught up to Piper and hooked her arm, noting how soft her skin was under his fingers. “Hey,” he said, “are you doing anything tomorrow? The weather’s supposed to be really great over the next few days, and I know this little coffee shop on the boardwalk where everything they serve is organic and they’ll donate part of every sale to whatever charity you name.” He shrugged. “I was wondering if you might want to meet up there, grab a cup and maybe talk a little more.”
Her red lips blossomed into another smile, like a rose opening to the morning sunlight. She bobbed her head. “I’d like that, yeah,” she said. “I’m busy all morning but I could head over there at noon, maybe one o’clock. Is that okay?”
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