Adam's Journey

Storm,

On page 38 and cant put it down! You are an amazing writer and sooooo glad Timmy recommend it

Well just finished and want more. Someone said good stories need to come to an end. I disagree. Think of the tv shows that lasted for years, all because they had good character and story development. I do hope you have it in you to continue, if not thanks for the best book I have ever read.

Now the next problem, finding another great story. Timmy any other suggestions

Racingdon, thanks so much, I'm glad you enjoyed the story. I took the liberty of bumping up a couple of other older ones that I've done; I will forewarn you, Laura is not finished, although I WILL DO SO here before too long! The other one is just a simple little story I'd done a while back, kinda different from Adam. Hope you enjoy. Somewhere on this site there are a couple of other older, shorter early attempts that are probably not as polished as more current stuff, but you might enjoy them if you want to go to the trouble of finding them. Live and learn - I'd like to think I've gotten a little better as I've gone along; I only ask that you don't burst my bubble.

mykey, I know! Seems like I've been doing this forever...possibly because I have! I appreciate the comments anytime you choose to leave one, but most important is that you are still reading - and still enjoying it, apparently. Thanks!

Timmy, thanks for your support, and for the recommendation to Racingdon. Always good to have a new reader - funny how people that enjoy one of us (you, me, and GH) tend to enjoy all three. I think the stories are very different, but they have in common careful writing, good plotting (this is starting to sound a little conceited, although I don't intend it to) good characters that are real and have real feelings, and just a little more polish than some others, although there are sure a lot of other good writers on the site. They avoid being what GH calls "masturbation fodder" by virtue of taking time to develop an actual storyline, which so many don't. On the other hand, I guess they all have their place!

GH and peak, thanks. What can I say - your support has meant more to me over the years than I can possibly express. I'm glad you are still reading, despite my slow output, and I hope it is bringing you pleasure. I think you are both the type that can enjoy this story for the story as much as for the erotic content, and that's important to me. I suppose at this point that is true of anyone still hanging in! It means a lot, because that's the only way I would enjoy writing it. I do have another segment - or possibly 2 - about ready to post, and hope to do so within the next day or 2. Thanks for sticking around!

Finally wrapped a couple more segments to post...if anyone is still around to read them! Hope you enjoy, and thanks for your patience, once again.
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He was right; his dirty vodka martini was outstanding, and ice cold, just the way I liked it. Without really intending to I put it away quite quickly, and he fixed me another before I even knew I wanted one. As he set it in front of me he leaned on the bar and rested his chin in one hand, looking at me from less than a foot away. “I know you think very highly of your friend Ron, so maybe if I’m looking for objectivity I’m asking the wrong permister, but do you trust him? I mean really, really trust him, as in with your loved ones or most valued possessions?”

A little bewildered by the question, I was nonetheless able to answer immediately. “I do, Pops, absolutely and beyond any doubt. Look, like I said, I know he can be a little abrasive and crude sometimes, but that’s just his sort of casual, for-public-consumption image. In private, one-on-one and when he’s serious about something, he’s rock solid. I’d trust him to get my back in any situation.”

He nodded. “Well, I guess I can’t ask for a better recommendation than that. Thanks Adam, I appreciate your candor.”

“No problem. Uhh, do you mind if I ask what brought that up?”

Pops laughed. “Oh yeah, that’s right! It was right after Kori and I came back out on deck, but you were still enjoying a little post-coital sequester with that amazing fiancée of yours when this all took place! Ronnie is thinking about maybe mentoring Trell, to teach him about his business and how he makes money. Sort of an intern position, I guess you’d say, except he’d earn commissions on whatever he produces. He’d have to move to Denver, with you guys, so I won’t be able to keep an eye on him.”

This really was news, and I’d had no inkling it was coming! “Really!? And what prompted that plan?”

Pops laughed uproariously. “Well – and I wasn’t here, mind you, I was with you, Kori, and Kristi – but the way I heard the story, apparently Ronnie got a text message while he and Tiff and Trell were, um, in the act, I guess you’d say, about at the same time that Trell popped early, all over both of them.” He laughed again. ‘You’d have to hear Tiff tell it, to really get the impact, but apparently Ronnie – his dick still in Tiffany’s ass and Trell’s cum all over him – grabs his phone to check the message!”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, that sounds like Ron. He loves sex, and in about any possible combination, apparently, but he really gets off on business, on making money. He probably figured it was a business call of some sort.”

He nodded. “Yeah, it was. Some guy, one of his contacts, had a line on a 2011 Bentley Turbo ”R” that a guy needed to dispose of quickly, so while he’s still drilling his little dick into Tiff’s butt he calls this guy and starts negotiating a price on this car. Again, you’ve gotta hear Tiff tell this part – I laughed so hard I had tears running down my cheeks!”

I chuckled. “I can imagine. She can be a little bit sarcastic, or uhh, what’s the other word…acerbic, I guess you’d say. You know, at times – when the situation warrants, and that one definitely did. Look, I said he was honest and a good guy, but I never said he had class or was tactful, right?”

At precisely that moment, Ron strolled up to the bar. “Who’s a good guy but has no class?”

I grinned. “You, of course.”

“Oh, OK.” He shrugged. “Can’t argue with that, I guess. Hey, at least I’m a good guy. Listen, will one of you guys keep an eye on us and look out for any other boats and cuckolds brownie? I think I’m going to live out a fantasy and join the three ladies in the water for awhile. Watching them has inspired me.” He looked down at himself, causing our gaze to follow his, and sure enough, his little pecker was rigid and sticking out proudly to its full, hard two inches or so. He gripped it between thumb and forefinger and stroked it a bit. “You don’t think seeing my mighty manhood will get them too excited, do you?”

Pops, his voice dripping sarcasm, nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure it will. Hope you can take care of all three of them after they get all worked up about that!”

Ronnie, ignoring the sarcasm, grinned happily. “Hey, I’ll give it my best shot!” He wiggled his hips, causing mini-Ron to waggle just a bit. “It is awfully damn cute, isn’t it? Girls love cute!” He turned and headed for the rail. “Later dudes – and don’t leave without us!”

I threw an olive at him, hitting him on the ass. “Hey, while we might be tempted to leave without you, we’d never leave the girls, so you’re safe.”

He bent and picked up the olive, blew on it, and popped it in his mouth. “Good point. Wish me luck!” With that, he climbed up onto the top rail – not nearly as interesting a process to watch as it had been when Tiff climbed over – shouted “Banzai!” , and, cupping one hand over his genitals while pinching his nose closed with the other, launched himself into the lake!

We heard the splash, and the girls yelling at him for bombing in on them, and Pops laughed. “Well, there’s one distinct advantage to being tiny in the manhood department – it leaves you one hand free to hold your nose!”

I chuckled. “I suppose, but I think all in all I’d just as soon deal with a little water up my nose; wouldn’t you?”

He nodded. “Definitely. Where were we? Oh yeah, tell me more about Ronnie – if he’s going to be a big influence on my nephew, I should probably know a little more, to reassure my sister.”

“Sure , but first finish telling me about how this whole thing came up. I’m going to go sit by the rail, where I can see them. Join me over there, OK? You say he got a call about this car, right, and then…?“ I walked away, carrying my take, and he snagged a beer – a Yeungling - out of the cooler and followed me.

He looked at it as he popped the top. “Where the hell does Ronnie find Yeungling out west? Last I heard you couldn’t find it much west of a line from about Cincinnati-to-Atlanta or so.”

I shrugged. “Still can’t, as far as I know. He knows a pilot that flies in and out of Raleigh-Durham regularly, and he did the guy a favor a few times, the guy likes Ron and knows Ron likes the stuff – as do I – and so he makes sure to bring him a case or two fairly often. That’s the way Ronnie is, as one example; people that get to know him usually like him, a lot. He’s thoughtful and takes care of them, and they often return the favor. Now, about this car, and Trell going to work for Ron…”

Pops grinned. “Oh yeah…anyway, he’s screwing Tiff but he answers the phone and starts talking deal, without missing a stroke. Tiff said she made some comment to him about trying to focus on one thing at a time, and he just said ‘multi-tasking’ and went right on. According to her, he sealed both deals at about the same time, if you know what I mean. She wasn’t sure if it was her that got him off, or the fact that he was making this business deal.”

I could only shake my head. “Yeah, that sounds like Ron. He is normally a great guy, but he’s not always the most tactful; I really wish he hadn’t done that to her, not after what you said about her not being very secure in her own desirability or sexuality. I’ll admit that there are occasionally moments when I’d like to kick his ass.”

He looked at me from under his brows. “Tiff seems to bring out your protective instincts.”

“Well look, it’s just that, with her history and…”

Pops interrupted me. “Hey, no need to explain; I’m exactly the same way.” He laughed. “And while I’d guess that he would probably benefit from an occasional ass-whuppin’, this time I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Tiffany was laughing her head off; she thought the whole thing, from Trell popping his cork early to Ron talking on the phone while he came in her ass was hilarious, said it was probably the strangest but most fun sex she could remember.” He shrugged. “She had a good time, that’s all that matters.” He paused, looking down at the three women and Ronnie playing in the water, touching each other and talking. “So anyhow, he no sooner hangs up the phone and slides his little pecker out of Tiff when he starts trying to puzzle out the logistics of getting this car back to Denver. Apparently it’s in Chandler right now. That’s by Phoenix, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah, south of. Actually south of Mesa and Tempe even, which just makes it further from here. So how does Trell figure in?”

“That’s actually about where Kori and me came back up on deck here, just as Ron turns to Trell and says ‘Hey quick-draw, can you drive?’” He chuckled as he shook his head. “I thought Trell might get pissed, but he just says ‘Of course I can drive…why?’ and Ron says ‘How would you like to earn a quick three hundred bucks? Me and Kori will drop you in Phoenix and you can drive a very, very nice car back to Denver for me – following us, of course - and then I’ll pay you the 300 and buy you a plane ticket home. How does that sound?’ Of course, Trell being young, needing money, and loving cars, jumped at the chance. I’m sure the fact that he’s got a perpetual boner for Kori had nothing to do with it.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. So that’s it then, him working for Ron is just a one-time thing?”

“No, actually, that’s where it gets interesting. Trell started peppering Ronnie with questions, first about the car and why he was picking it up in Phoenix, and then about what Ron does for a living and how he manages to make such good money.” He shook his head in amazement. “I was stunned! I never thought that boy had a lick of sense or ambition, and as far as being inquisitive, or taking the initiative on anything, I’ve always thought he was a couple of evolutionary steps behind a sea slug. I’m actually pretty happy to discover I was wrong.”

I laughed. “A sea slug, huh?” I looked over to where he was still relaxing soundly. “Now that you mention it, they do share a few permisterality traits – relaxing, feeding, and fucking are pretty much the entire lifestyle, from what I’ve seen.”

He chuckled. “That’s what I thought! But no, he asked some great questions, and Ron got very much into talking about his work, and how he’s built up his network of contacts and all. He was really open with him, and it was Ron that first tossed out the idea of taking him on-board and mentoring him – which I believe is still just in the planning and proposal stage at this point, not a done deal.” He laughed again.

“What’s funny?”

“Ronnie already gave him what he called ‘Lesmister Number One’; he told Trell to never, ever agree to the first offer or first price quoted. He said ‘For example, I would have paid you five or six hundred to drive that car back to Denver, but you jumped all over three, so three hundred it is.’ Trell just laughed, and then said ‘I would have done it for two.’ Ronnie liked that, he just laughed and smacked him on the shoulder. I think he kind of admires that brashness.”

I nodded. “Yeah, Ronnie would. Well, if it turns out that Trell has an aptitude for it – assuming Ron decides to do it – he couldn’t learn from a better guy.” We stood there then for a few minutes and looked out at the lake, and down at the girls and Ron in the water. We saw a couple of other boats moving up and down the lake, but none of them came close enough to us to bother with raising the alarm for the girls. I took my empty glass and Pops’ empty beer bottle back to the bar and fetched us a couple of fresh cold ones, switching to beer myself as the day wore on. I had a slight buzz, just a gentle fogginess in the brain, and felt very relaxed. It was nice; laid-back, sexually satiated, slightly buzzed, hanging out with friends in a beautiful setting and without a care in the world at that moment, it just doesn’t get any better than that!

Pops interrupted my reverie. “I guess my hesitation stems from the fact that Ron seems to make money by being able to buy low and sell high.”

I shrugged. “Isn’t that the nature of business? I mean, don’t you try to buy your stuff for your restaurant at a good price so that you can mark it up and make money? I don’t see a problem with that.”

“Good point – but it just strikes me that he seems to feed off of other people’s ill-fortune, like he takes advantage of them or something. I’m not sure that’s a good lesmister for Trell to learn.”

I nodded. “I thought that too, at first, but Ronnie pointed out to me that, first, nobody has to sell anything to him or buy anything from him; it is entirely voluntary. And second, he closes the deal by being there first, right now, cash-in-hand and ready to make the deal. People in a hurry for whatever reamister appreciate that. Making the transaction fast and easy, as he puts it, has cash value, and many times it bails them out of a potential problem, and so they tend to appreciate what he does.”

He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “So you don’t think he rips people off, it’s not some big scam?”

“No…let me tell you a story that maybe will give you a little better insight into Ron. A while back, just a year or so after I moved in next door to Ron and Kori, he asked me to go with him to meet with a lady up in the mountains southwest of Denver. Near a little town called Salida, if you’ve ever heard of it, beautiful area…”
Before I could go on, Trell walked up next to us, yawning and scratching his ass. “Hey guys, what’s going on? Where is everybody?” In answer I pointed down toward the water, and he leaned forward and looked over the rail, to where all three women were good-naturedly picking on Ronnie. He smiled. “It looks like Ron could use some reinpowerments down there. Maybe I should go join them.”

I shook my head. “I suspect that Ronnie is doing just fine, but if you feel like a good wake-up, a swim would sure do it.” Recalling his earlier hesitancy about swimming in deep water, I said “Keep in mind that the water is very deep here, probably well over a hundred feet, and that we’re just letting the boat drift right now.”

He grinned. “Hey, like you pointed out, I could drown in eight feet of water as easily as eight hundred, right? And besides, all of them are good swimmers; they won’t let me drown.”

I nodded. “That’s true; just stay close to the boat, OK?”

He gave me an odd look, but turned and went to the stairs to get to the lower deck rather than jumping from this deck as the others had done. He clearly was not comfortable entering the water to the depth that a jump from up here would have carried him. I turned back to Pops. “Let’s kind of remember to keep an eye on him, all right?” He nodded, and I went back to my story.

“So anyhow, back to what I was saying. I rode with Ronnie down to this woman’s ranch, on about sixty acres about three hours or so from Denver, a couple of miles north of Salida. On the way, he’s telling me about how he knows her. Turns out her husband – their names are Charles and Marie Andermister, by the way – was a client of Ron’s that had also become a good friend. Charles had died about six or seven months before this whole call and trip thing we did, but years earlier, before I knew Ron and Kori, Ronnie had sold him an old Indian motorcycle, a 1948, if I recall correctly. He was a collector of vintage motorcycles, and had a couple of old Indians and Harleys, a Norton, a couple of others – high dollar stuff, all older, like fifties and earlier but in good condition, and when Ron ended up with an old bike that he got at an estate sale he got Charles’ name as a potential buyer, one of those knowing-someone-that-knows-someone kind of things that Ronnie is so good at. So anyhow, they hit it off, and Ron and Kori ended up becoming good friends with Charles and Marie.”

He’d been watching the girls, Ron, and his nephew in the water as he listened, but now he turned and looked at me. “Not sure I see how Trell fits into this story.”

I frowned. “He doesn’t – not directly, anyhow. This is about you questioning Ronnie’s character, remember? About whether he would be a positive influence on Trell? This is about Ron.”

“Oh yeah, sorry!” He waved his hand at the naked women swimming below. “You might understand how my mind could wander, just a little…”

I laughed. “Oh, believe me, I do – but try to focus, all right?” He nodded, and I went on. “So anyhow, eventually Charles’ health started to slip a little, and he couldn’t keep up with the motorcycles. He liked to take them out and ride ‘em to keep ‘em in good shape, and he realized that he couldn’t anymore, so he sold them off to other collectors – Ronnie helped him with that – but he still had the collecting bug. He went through a bunch of different stuff, collected it whole-hog until he got tired or bored with it, and then he’d sell it all and move on to something else. At various times it was old whiskey bottles, antique fruit jars, tobacco tins, railroad stuff, yo-yos and marbles, believe it or not, kids toys from the turn of the century – the last century, not the most recent one – that kind of stuff. He’d prowl antique stores and estate sales, old barns, flea markets, you name it, looking for deals – you know, diamonds in the rough that he could pick up, maybe clean up and display with his collection or sell or trade for the items he wanted. Until he got bored, sold the whole batch – almost always at a profit – and started on some new collecting jones.”

“Sounds like an interesting old guy. Is this going anywhere?”

I shook my head, laughing. “Yes. Be patient, all right?” He nodded, and I went on. “By the time I took the ride up to their place with Ronnie – remember, this was after Charles had died – Marie was still sitting on the entire collection that Charles had when he died. He’d been kinda sick, but died fairly suddenly, apparently. But anyhow, it was all old kids toys; pull-behind toys, ride-on toys like tractors, trucks, and horses, army toys, cowboy and Indian, toy guns and stuff; you name it, he had a bit of everything, all older, mostly all-metal stuff except a few pieces that were that early what-cha-call-it, that Bakelite stuff. Nothing you’d recognize as modern plastic; this was all antiques. He had rooms full of the stuff, all set up like displays, shelves and display cases, some things in their original boxes. Pretty cool really, if you’re into collectibles or toys…or history, I suppose.”

He nodded, looking at me for a change. “Yeah, I can see where that would be pretty interesting. Let me guess; she wanted you guys – or Ron, more specifically – to help her sell it.”

I shook my head. “No, not exactly, not to start with anyway; she wanted to see if Ronnie wanted to buy it, every last piece. She asked him to make her an offer, and when he told her that in all honesty he had no idea what would be a fair price, she threw out three thousand dollars.”

“I’m no expert, but that doesn’t sound like much, if there was as much stuff as you say.”

“Right, which is what Ronnie tried to tell her. They weren’t wealthy people, but they were comfortable, I guess, until Charles’ illness sort of chewed through their savings. She was concerned about having enough to keep her place and live decently, but three grand would not have helped her very much. So anyhow, Ronnie refuses; he could have offered her five, or even ten, and she would have jumped all over it, but he wanted to be sure he wasn’t taking advantage.”

He nodded. “That was decent of him to care enough. So what did he end up paying her?”

“Well, that’s where it gets interesting…”

He interrupted me. “Oh. I was kinda wondering where it would get interesting.”

I laughed. “Very funny! What, you got something better to do? Remember, this is about your worries about Trell, and all you have to do is sit on your ass, take beer, watch beautiful naked women, and listen to this story so that you understand Ron a little better. Is that asking too much?”

He held up his empty bottle. “No, I suppose not – not if you’ll go get me another beer so that I can listen and take at the same time. I like to multi-task, it conserves time.”

Shaking my head and chuckling I crossed to the bar to get another beer for him, grabbing one for myself as long as I was there. “Yeah, we’re all about conserving time, right? All we do is relax, fuck, swim, fuck, eat, fuck, and then fuck some more.”

“So then you understand why time is so important.” He took the cold bottle from my hand. “OK, continue; tell me about Ron and the antique toys. Huh, that sounds like it should be a Hallmark Christmas movie or something!”

I laughed. “Yeah, it does, but they’d probably want someone a little more Santa-like than Ronnie. So anyhow, he – with me helping – goes to work on the toys. Marie gave us Charles’ lists of everything in his collection – he kept meticulous records, thank goodness - and his contacts in the collecting world, and the password to his computer, so Ron and me set about cataloguing and identifying each piece, everything he’s got, and he starts making some calls, sending emails. Hours go by – before we knew it, it was dark outside, and Marie had made dinner for us. We called it quits about midnight, and were going to go into Salida and get a hotel room, but Marie insisted on putting us up. She had plenty of room, so that worked out well, and the next morning we were back at it.”

I paused to take a long pull at my beer, watching the girls, Ron, and Trell in the water below. Trell was floating on his back, Kristi and Ronnie sort of supporting him, while Kori slowly stroked his cock with her fingers and Tiff watched. He was once again solidly erect, despite the cold water. Amazing!

I tore my eyes away from the show going on below us. “We wrapped up about noon the next day and were ready to head for home. Ronnie promised to get back to her as soon as he nailed everything down, but she again asked him to just buy everything for a few thousand, pretty much whatever he would pay. Ronnie realized, I think, that she was short on cash, so he gives her a couple of grand as a ‘deposit’, if she promises to not do anything with the collection until he gets back to her. That seemed to help, and she agreed.”

Pops nodded. “That was nice of him. He’s never really struck me as the perceptive sort of guy; are you sure it wasn’t you that noticed and pointed it out to him?”

It sort of had been, but that wasn’t the point of my story. “No, it was Ron. You’d be surprised – although I will admit, Kori often is the more perceptive and caring one in the marriage, but when she mentions things to him he always steps up.” I paused, the skipped ahead, leaving out some unnecessary details.
“Ronnie worked his ass off on those toys all week, calling, emailing, texting, making contacts, wheeling and dealing. It didn’t hurt that a lot of these guys knew either Charles or Ron, and thought the world of them, but by the end of the week he had almost everything sold, or at least someone committed to buying it. He called Marie back on Saturday and told her; guess how much he sold the collection for?”

Pops shrugged. “I don’t know…fifteen thousand, maybe?”

I shook my head. “Over fifty seven thousand dollars – almost fifty eight. He told Marie he got sixty four and was keeping four to cover expenses and two to cover the deposit he had advanced her, but he actually gave her the whole fifty eight thousand. She was stunned, she’d had no idea how totally serious Charles had been about his collecting habit!” I sort of got fetishd up, remembering how grateful she had been and how overcome with emotion, and I had to pause.

Pops whistled, long and low. “Wow! Who would have ever thought there was that kind of money in kids’ toys? Other than Mattel, or Fischer-Price, or someone like that of course.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I know! Not me, certainly, but Ronnie knew, and he worked his ass off to get top dollar for her. It was especially amazing, because by that point most of his regular deals were worth that much or more for a single high-ticket type item. He didn’t really deal in small-dollar stuff anymore. He really had to do some serious legwork to sell hundreds of toys, although there were some other big collectors that bought a number of things, mostly people that Charles had worked with before. Marie was in tears when Ronnie, Kori, and me showed up with the good news. Part of it was having to part with the things that belonged to Charles, that he loved, of course, but mostly it was relief - and gratitude, I suppose. We spent a whole weekend boxing and labeling things, then on Monday called and arranged for FedEx and UPS to come and pick up most of the stuff for shipping. We took a little bit to the post office, and one guy, from Colorado Springs, drove up and picked up his own stuff.”

He sat silently for a brief time, thinking about what he had heard. “That is a pretty nice story, and it does ease my mind some about him working closely with Trell. Tell, me, did he ever say why he did it, gave her all the money – plus some from what you said – rather than going for profit like he normally would?”

I looked at him. “It’s funny; I asked him almost that exact same question.”

“What did he say?”

“Well, first, he looked at me like I was nuts or something, like he didn’t understand the question. When I pressed him a little more he said – and I remember his exact words – he said ‘How often do you get an opportunity to really affect someone’s life for the better, Adam? Life is short; when you get a chance, you better grab it. I mean, jeez, it’s just the right thing, is all; it’s what a man does, you know?’” I shook my head, remembering the way he’d said it, so matter-of-fact, not trying to be noble or anything, despite the fact that it might be the very best thing I’d ever seen anyone do.
“Those few simple words stuck with me, Pops, and the way he said them. That’s Ron in a nutshell, and it’s the reamister that people who get to know him – really know him – love him so much. I don’t know about you, but I figure that Trell could benefit from some exposure to that kind of a man.”

“He nodded. “You’re right, of course. Thanks for sharing that with me.”

“No problem!” I laughed. “Of course, the flip side of that is he’ll be around all of Ronnie’s coarseness and crudeness too, and I’d hazard a guess that he’ll have a great deal of exposure to any number of kinky sexual situations, but if that doesn’t bother you an internship with Ron could be a great opportunity for him – assuming, of course, that Ronnie decides to take him on-board.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, Ronnie missed his calling – he should have been a sailor. He sure cusses like one, and he seems to be preoccupied with sex, all definite sailor traits. If I know my nephew though, those kinky sexual situations will be his favorite part of the whole arrangement. That and the money, of course. But hell, a little – or a lot – of kinky sex play never hurt anyone, right?”

At that precise moment a very cold and wet - but also very firm and female – form pressed itself to my back and shoulders, and a pair of what I knew to be very sexy lips murmured into my ear “Unless the boyfriend came home early, of course.”

Pops laughed as I reached back and pulled Kristi around in front of me, giving her a sharp slap on her beautiful, wet little bare bottom. “Yeah, you would know. I’m glad we can laugh about it now, but it could have been a whole lot worse then; Pops and I were talking about that just a little while ago, and you’re right, that kind of kinky sex can be pretty iffy.”

“So what kind of kinky sex were you talking about just now?”

I nodded my head toward Pops. “He was just telling me about the possibility of Trell working with Ron for awhile, that whole, uh, mentor thing that he, uh…” my voice trailed off as I looked at my fiancée in all her wet, naked glory, and my mind refused to track straight.

She noticed. “What are you staring at?”

I reached out and gently pinched one of her hard nipples. “These of course! When you hugged me a second ago I thought you were stabbing me in the back with a couple of ice picks, but I guess it was just these.”

Pops laughed as she pushed my hand away. “Stop it! The water is cold, and being wet the breeze was downright chilly – besides, I thought you liked it when my nipples were hard!”

“Oh, I do, I do! I was just pointing out that you’re, you know…pointing out.”

She relented. “Well…OK then. I hope that Ron does decide to take Trell under his wing. It would be good for both of them, and I know Kori would enjoy it.”

I looked at her. “And you too, right? With me gone all the time…” I’d been trying to be casual about it, make a joke out of it even though there was a nagging little voice in my head, but now I trailed off as I noticed that she was staring at me, her beautiful face now totally serious, hurt in her eyes.

“Adam, I would never, not without you knowing everything and being OK with it. I promised you, never, ever again without your permission, or approval or whatever. Adam, I meant it.”

I backpedalled furiously. “I know you did, I was kidding - that was meant as a joke. Not a very good one, obviously.”

Fortunately, that seemed to work. “Well, good, I guess. Maybe I’m just being too sensitive – besides, me and Trell haven’t even gotten together here on the boat yet! I mean, a little touchy-feely maybe, but nothing serious. Maybe later, huh? If it’s OK, of course! But right now I think I’m going to go take a shower and wash my hair, and then who know? I might even put some clothes on!”

Pops, in his low grumbly voice, said “You don’t have to do that on my account sweet thing, I think you look incredible just as you are.”

She laughed. “You’re so sweet!” She crossed to him and kissed him. “Tell you what, while I’m getting cleaned up, you fix me a take; something strong but fruity, with rum maybe, something that will make me think of steamy jungles and powerful, naked black men, their sleek bodies glistening with sweat, muscles bulging, and their enormous cocks swollen with arousal…” She stopped and pretended to fan herself. “Whew! That did it, I’m definitely warm now – and yet, look! My nipples are still totally hard! How do you figure that?”

I shook my head as I rubbed my hand down my face in mock consternation. “Lord! What have I gotten myself into?”

She got a big kick out of that! “Hold that thought, lover! Ta-ta boys, I’ll be back in a few.” And with that she moved – and I say moved, because walked is totally inadequate – across the deck and disappeared down the stairs. We both watched her move away, because the truth is, there was no possible way to not watch her!

After she was gone, while still staring at the spot where she’d disappeared, Pops said “Have you ever noticed how some women – certain women, not many – have this…this carnality about them?”

I paused for a moment, considering that. “I think pretty much all women can do that, can’t they? I mean, you know, we’re suckers for it, and they know that…”

He shook his big head. “No, no, that’s not what I’m talking about. Yes, all women can probably DO it, but some women just HAVE it. For most it’s something they can put on and take off, like a mask, or a set of clothes, but for other women, those select few, it’s a part of them. It’s who they are, and every word, every look, every movement is going to reflect it, and men will notice. Men will always notice. Your Kristi is one of those women.”

He was right, of course. I’d never thought of it in those terms, certainly, but he was right. I’d seen it myself, been hopelessly drawn to it, without ever truly recognizing what it was – and I’d watched other men drawn to it as well, more often that I cared to remember. Now, of course, I knew her better, more deeply, and knew of her wit and intelligence, her sense of fun and her gentleness, her loving side and her vulnerable side, the prickly temper that only occasionally shows itself, and all the other things she is and does, but there could be no denying that her raw sexuality – her carnality, as Pops had called it, was tightly wound through it all, and was a powerful, almost irresistible draw.

I looked at him, his words ringing in my ears, and he laughed at the look of pure wonder on my face. “I can’t decide if you’re the luckiest mister of a bitch on earth, or just some poor schmuck that has no clue what he’s stumred into, but either way you’re in for a hell of ride. I know I've said this before, but I sure hope you hold on tight, mister. Damn!

Fantastic. You haven't lost your touch. Well worth the wait. Thank you for making the time to post these.

Greatly appreciated.

Damn Storm

Everything you write is great, but those last few paragraphs were outstanding. They were a truly great description of the preeminent hot wife.

Pops said “Have you ever noticed how some women – certain women, not many – have this…this carnality about them?”

Yes, all women can probably DO it, but some women just HAVE it. For most it’s something they can put on and take off, like a mask, or a set of clothes, but for other women, those select few, it’s a part of them. It’s who they are, and every word, every look, every movement is going to reflect it,

I’d never thought of it in those terms, certainly, but he was right. I’d seen it myself, been hopelessly drawn to it, without ever truly recognizing what it was – and I’d watched other men drawn to it as well, more often that I cared to remember. Now, of course, I knew her better, more deeply, and knew of her wit and intelligence, her sense of fun and her gentleness, her loving side and her vulnerable side, the prickly temper that only occasionally shows itself, and all the other things she is and does, but there could be no denying that her raw sexuality – her carnality, as Pops had called it, was tightly wound through it all, and was a powerful, almost irresistible draw.

Magnificent

Thanks

GH

Stormy,
Seemed to be a bit of a surprise to Pops maybe but I've known that for a long time. Kristi is sexy, desirable and adorable. Why? Well just as Jessica Rabbit isn't naughty - she was just drawn that way, Kristi is sexy because she was written that way. Her creator deserves all the credit then. Take a bow Stormy. Again ...

Storm,

We have missed your writing so much, you definitely have a talent that not only this site love but any one would. I would read even an instruction manual if you wrote it.....lol. That is saying a lot.

Thanks for your many hours of service for the many years.

We love you man!

The watchers
watcherdoit4fun

Hey Stormy,

Been away for a while, again, job, family, just no time to sit and read. I was trying to figure out if you had wrapped up this story or were just taking a breather. Doesn't matter either way, your contributions to this site go way above and beyond, and I for one, really appreciate all your hard work.

Hopefully one of these days I'll have some spare time to get caught up.

or not............either way, thanks.

Take care Buddy.

TrF2

Gotta post and run to get this up before I go to work! I'll stop back later to respond to the comments individually, but let me say thanks for the support and tell you how much I appreciate it!

Again I have to cut this segment into 2 to post. They seem to be working out that way, which tells me I should probably post shorter segments more often instead. I'll try that. I think.
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It was an opinion he’d expressed before, in various ways, and I couldn’t help but feel that he was probably right. We sat there for a few minutes, each lost in our own thoughts – mine centered around Kristi and what form our life together might take. I won’t lie, it was more than a little intimidating, but it was also a whole lot exciting; I couldn’t imagine how life with her could ever become boring, and boredom, a banal sameness where we just coasted along and stopped feeling or caring about each other, was what I feared most. That had been the fatal flaw (amongst other, lesser flaws) that had *******ed my first marriage, and I had no desire to go through that again.

Our reverie was interrupted by sounds from the water below, drawing our eyes in that direction. It seemed that the two girls, Tiff and Kori, had continued to hold Trell prone at the water’s surface as they stroked and played with his tender bits, and the inevitable result of that activity was about to take place! Trell groaned, and announced that he was coming, and, moments later, with Tiff stroking his cock and Kori squeezing his balls, he fountained impressively into the air, two impressive spurts of glistening white semen which arced into the water almost three feet away. It would have been more - probably enough to raise the level of the lake, if past performances were any indication - except Ronnie seized his spurting cock and fastened his mouth over it!

While I’d come to accept that Ronnie was perhaps a little – or a lot - kinkier and more adventurous sexually than I would have believed, and Kori had hinted about him sucking her lovers’ cocks, seeing him do that still shocked me. I mean, this was my best buddy ever, and we’d done so many ‘manly’ things together over the years that this image of him, and the thought that he would eagerly suck another man’s cock, simply would not have entered my mind! It seems that I was the only one that found it shocking, or mildly off-putting, however; Pops just chuckled and shook his head, and the girls continued to stroke and fondle Trell so that Ronnie would get the full benefit of his orgasm, while Trell himself merely put his hand on the back of Ron’s head and held him there, watching him, as he thrust his cock into Ron’s mouth and finished ejaculating, filling Ron’s mouth with the remainder of his heavy load.

Pops must have seen something in the look on my face. “Does that shock you, or disgust you, that your friend Ron would do something like that?”

“No, I…” I hesitated, sorting my feelings. “Maybe, yeah, it shocks me. A little, anyhow; it will take some getting used to. I’ve known Ron too long to be disgusted by anything he says or does, so he can’t disgust me at this stage, and besides, I love the guy. I guess if he enjoys it, and he and Kori are happy with what they do, then it’s OK, right?”

He shrugged. “Kinda what I figure. Live and let live, as they say.”

“How about you? Are you shocked that your nephew apparently doesn’t mind having a guy suck his dick? Do you suppose he’s bisexual, or what?”

He shrugged again, his massive shoulders rising and falling. “Who knows? Considering that everything I know about the boy’s sex life I’ve learned on this trip, there’s no telling what he is. Maybe he’s trisexual.”

That one made me pause. “Uh, I guess I don’t know what that is – it doesn’t involve household pets or various farm naturals, does it?”

He let out a loud belly-laugh. “No, nothing like that! It’s try-sexual with a ‘y’, not an ‘i’, as in ‘He’ll try anything sexual.’ I think it comes with the age he’s at, when any way of getting your rocks off is worth trying, at least once. The ‘if it feels good, do it’ mentality. You may not have noticed, but the little fucker is horny 24/7.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Try-sexual, I like that! I’ll have to remember that one. As for Trell, on the contrary, I couldn’t help but notice that he’s a walking, talking hard-on. The girls seem to like it though – a lot.”

He chuckled, “True dat! Maybe we’re just jealous, you suppose?”

“Well, I can’t speak for you, but I know I am. Little cuckolds brownie, showing off all the time.” We both laughed, each knowing full well that we’d have given at least one nut to be in Trell’s shoes when we were his age! “He does seem to be perfectly comfortable with Ronnie going down on him though, which is a little surprising.”

Pops nodded. “Well, he knows that Ron enjoys it, and Kori seems to, and he definitely enjoys getting in Kori’s pants, so maybe he just figures it’s the price of admission. Not all that weird, maybe; I have a couple of ladies that I get together with from time to time that like to have their husbands involved, and for the husbands that seems to be one of the ways to be most involved, and it feels good to me, so I don’t mind – although I have no intention of returning the favor; that’s their thing, not mine. So that they do for their own jollies, plus some do the cleanup on their wives afterwards, like you do with Kristi. Which, if you think about it, is not that far removed.”

That made me stop and think for a moment. Perhaps he had a point, or at least a partial one, but I preferred to think of it differently, more as doing what pleased my woman, and not with any consideration toward the other guy involved. “I don’t know…maybe, but I don’t think so. I think for me it’s more about Kristi and her pleasure, so I guess I’ll respectfully disagree and leave it at that.”

He laughed. “Hey, whatever works for you, my friend. It’s just as well, because I can’t sit here all day having these deep philosophical discussions with you; I have a take to concoct - one which will, in a beautiful woman, evoke steamy jungles, powerful, well-hung black men, and sexual heat. I believe that’s the gist of how the object of your affections so picturesquely put it.”

I chuckled. “Yes, she does have a way with words, doesn’t she? Just so you know, that’s obviously what she’s already thinking about, so even a beer would probably do the trick.”

He laughed as he walked away, pointing back at me with one thick finger. “Good to know, but I’m pretty sure I can do better than that. As a matter of fact, I believe dark rum will be involved…lots and lots of dark rum. My goal is a night she’ll never remember.”

I shook my head, grinning. About the time he stepped behind the bar, Trell came through the door and out onto the top deck, his tallywhacker hanging spent and limp – a rare sight! Kori trailed behind him, followed by Tiff, with Ronnie bringing up the rear, all of them still dripping wet and naked. It was hot – blazing hot, without a doubt the hottest day since we’d been there, and to the extent that there was a breeze it was light, and it seemed to be moving hot air off the surrounding desert to engulf us rather that cooler air from the surface of the lake. The shade of the small canopy over us provided the only relief, and it was minimal.

As the hot, dry air wicked the moisture from their skin, cooling them, it made the girls’ nipples pucker nicely, much as it had done to Kristi. If you haven’t guessed it by now, I’m a big fan of stiff, jutting nipples – but my understanding is that I’m not terribly unusual in that regard. The only other evidence of anything stiff and jutting was Ronnie’s little dick, which, sticking up rigidly in all of its thumb-sized glory, might have come in handy if he was hitchhiking down the highway.

Understandably, he was lobbying for relief from that situation, clearly an ongoing effort. “Well, I just thought that when you were done with him, maybe it would be my turn for that special treatment. I mean, the two of you – who wouldn’t enjoy that?”

Kori turned and kissed him, her hand dropping to his crotch where she seized his little dick between her thumb and index finger. “Oh baby, you know I love you to death, but really, do you think there’s enough here for two of us to go to work on? Why, there’s barely enough for one! Look, if I wrap my hand around it, it completely disappears – what was Tiff supposed to play with?”

Ron grinned, obviously enjoying the teasing, this entire offense-as-pleasure paradigm a mystery to me. “Oh, I don’t know…my balls, maybe?”

Kori grinned wickedly. “But honey, everything together is really just a one-permister job. Look, I can cup everything you’ve got in one hand, and I have very small hands!” She proceeded to do so, to prove her point, Ronnie taking advantage of her play by grinding his junk into her palm, his hips thrusting.
She quickly pulled her hand away. “Now, now! None of that, not until I say it’s OK! What will we do with you, you naughty, naughty boy?”

Tiff, catching on to their game, decided to join in. She reached over and rubbed one fingertip across the head of his cock, back and forth across the tiny slit at the very tip several times before slowly circling his narrow shaft just under the ridge at the back of his glans. “We could just keep him like this all afternoon, hard as a rock, but not let him come. That might be fun!”

“Fun for who??” Ronnie wailed. “It sure doesn’t sound like my idea of fun!”

That got a laugh from all of us, and an enthusiastic response from K. “Oooohh, I like that idea! Perfect – we’ll just play a little bit, and if he starts to seem too interested we’ll stop and let him cool down – never long enough for him to go soft, of course, and then, when the moment passes, we’ll play some more. I’ll bet we can keep him up all afternoon, especially if Kristi will help us – unless you guys would like to take part…?”

That received an immediate and vocal negative response from the three of us, Trell even laughing and backing away, waving his hands in front of him - although I noticed that Ron just looked around as though he thought maybe one or more of us would volunteer to help! I slapped him on the shoulder. “Sorry, I love ya buddy, but not like that! You got yourself into this, and it would appear that you are entirely on your own on getting yourself out. Oh, and good luck, by the way!”

He scowled. “Thanks, traitor! I thought us guys were supposed to stick together when these diabolical women started plotting against us; I gotta tell you, you guys totally suck!”

Pops, still over at the bar working on his jungle love juice potion, joined the discussion. “Ronald, old pal, old chum, you’ve entirely missed the point! I believe the point is that we don’t suck – hence your problem, you see. You are entirely at the mercy of these ladies, and the truth is, they don’t seem to have much of that. May God have mercy on your soul.”

Ron feigning fear – or at least serious consternation – grumred “Ladies, my ass! Who would have thought that so much evil and cruelty could come wrapped in such beautiful disguises? I’m doomed!”

I laughed. “Yeah – especially if there’s a death penalty for being melodramatic! Besides, just think how good it’s going to feel when you do finally get to cum – assuming you do, of course.”

“Oh-ho, make no mistake! One way or another, at the end of all this, there will be cum – even if I have to do it myself!”

Tiff grabbed his chin in her hand and got nose-to-nose with him, staring into his eyes. “Have I mentioned that I’ve won trophies in calf roping? I’m quite handy with a rope, you know; don’t make me tie you up.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear his little dick just got harder as she threatened him! Either way, his grin said that he clearly didn’t find her threat to be terribly intimidating until Pops added a certain caveat about Tiff to the mix. “You may want to also recall that she has castrated hundreds of calves, and helped the neighbors do the same to their lambs. Hundreds, Ronnie, lots and lots of balls removed.”

Tiff nodded. “Thousands, actually, and remember, for every thousand head that means that I’ve taken off two thousand balls. Still want me to have to tie you up?”

Ronnie looked down at her feet, feigning chagrin. “I’m sorry mistress, I’ll be good. Please don’t hurt my tiny worthless balls.”

Tiff let out a surprised laugh and colored a deep crimmister! I think she suddenly realized how she’d sounded, and Ronnie’s subservient reaction – calling her bluff, as he is wont to do - caught her totally off guard, which was exactly what he’d intended. He laughed uproariously. “Oh, I’m sorry! Did I embarrass you? I thought we were playing – were you not?”

She slapped him – none too gently – on the shoulder. “Jeez Ronnie, you are a total perv! I’m not used to your games, but no, you didn’t embarrass me…well, maybe a little. Mostly you just surprised me! Maybe I will have to hurt you after all!”

“Ooohh, promises, promises!” He was still laughing at her discomfiture, as were we, and she was still quite red in the face.

Kori stepped back into the fray. “Seriously babe, if I see you touching yourself – at all – I will ask Tiff to tie your hands behind you. Your little package belongs to us tonight, and you mustn’t touch, so be very careful!”

Kristi rejoined us on deck at that moment, catching only the last of what Kori had said. “His little package belongs to us? Am I part of us?” Everyone turned at the sound of her voice, and Trell let out a long, low wolf-whistle of appreciation. Pops had encouraged her to come back au naturel, the way she’d been attired when she’d left to shower, but she’d ignored his less-than-subtle entreaties. Instead she’d slipped into a white t-shirt emblazoned with the rams-head logo of Colorado State University in gold and green. It was simple, nothing, entirely casual and plain, but holy crap! The neckline had been raggedly cut away, and now swooped down in a deep arc which exposed the upper swell of her firm breasts, almost to her nipples, which, though covered by the thin fabric, were erect and jutting proudly, two firm, delectable, eye-grabbing nubs on her slim chest.

The shirt was long enough to cover her, but only just; it ended precisely at the point where the “V” of her lower abdomen met the tops of her sleek thighs – or, as I soon saw on the rear view, just below the inward-sweeping curve of her lower buttocks, where the tiny thigh/butt crease resides. She was completely covered, but the effect was somehow sexier and more daring that total nudity – all with a simple t-shirt! Amazing, really – and it again had me thinking about what Pops had said about her purely carnal nature. The man is a keen observer of the human condition.

At the moment however, I was busy observing Kristi’s condition, as was everyone else. I realized that from a standing position, as I was now, I couldn’t actually see her pussy below the hemline of her shirt, but if I were sitting down – or, especially, reclining on one of the low loungers - her sex would be fully on display. The tease of that, plus her clearly aroused and defined nipples, and the fact that everyone was looking at her, was having a profound effect in my groinal region.

As things stood (and my thing was definitely standing!) me, Pops, and her were the only ones wearing anything, but neither of us was drawing the attention that she was! Her, dressed like that, and Kori and Tiff still naked and dripping, was a very nice little scene on our boat, one of the nicest a guy could hope for, especially if you took naked Trell and little stiff-dicked Ronnie out of the picture! Unfortunately, because her question had been about Ronnie, I was unable to take him out of the picture at that particular moment.

Kori proceeded to fill her in on their plan. “You are absolutely part of us! We are going to need your help to keep my sweet husband aroused all afternoon, and keep Little Ron standing short and proud, like he is now.”

Kristi laughed. “Oh, is that all? Sounds like fun, just let me get my hands on him!”

Kori cautioned her. “Slow down, girlfriend! We can play, and we can tease, but we can’t let him get off! Mustn’t, mustn’t, make Little Ron spit, OK, so be very careful! Just keep him hard, and if he’s good and behaves himself, maybe later – much, much later – we’ll allow him to come.”

Kristi laughed again, shaking her head. “Wow, where did this cruel, sadistic streak come from? All the time I’ve known you, and I never had a clue that you could be so mean to your poor husband!”

Kori smiled happily. “I know, right? Now I can let it out and be myself instead of pretending to be so straight all the time! Of course, I’m still just an amateur playing around the edges compared to some of the ladies at our club. I dabble, but they take it seriously – for pleasure, of course, they don’t take anyone somewhere they don’t want to go. I think I actually enjoy being a bottom more, but this can be fun too occasionally.”

Kristi looked at her. “A bottom?”

Ron and Pops, who were both obviously familiar with the term, chuckled, while Kori looked at her, aghast. “Seriously, you don’t know what that means?”

Kristi shrugged. “Well, I know what my bottom is.”

That was my cue to reach over and squeeze the object under discussion. “Me too – it’s damn cute, is what it is!”

She wiggled her firm little derriere enticingly in my hand. “Thank you! You’re so sweet.”

Kori interrupted our exchange. “Ahem! As I was saying, a ‘bottom’, in sex and S&M parlance, is the submissive one, or the masochist, while a ‘top’ would be your basic sadist. That’s simplifying it of course, and playing it’s sometimes fun to try out both sides.”

Pops nodded as he finished up fixing Kristi’s special “jungle love potion” and garnished it with a thin slice of papaya. “Yeah. When it comes to pain and offense, your ‘top’ believes it is better to give than to receive, while your ‘bottom’ is, as the name implies, just the opposite. Ron, it seems is a willing ‘bottom’.” When Ronnie nodded agreement, Pops chuckled. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course! Variety is, as they say, the spice of life.”

He set the dark reddish/amber concoction in its tall glass on the bar and slid it across. “Hey gorgeous, come get your take – I’m a barkeep, not a waitress!”

Kristi amred slowly over to the bar, my eyes riveted to the hem of her shirt that brushed so casually at the lower curve of her sweet ass, revealing and not all at the same time. She looked at her take, nodded, murmured “Pretty!”and then picked it up and took a sip. “Ooohh, that’s good! Sweet, sexy, sultry, it’s warming me all the way down… can a take be sexy and sultry?”

Pops laughed. “This one can! Careful though – two of those will put you in the mood for the jungle loving you now crave – although you might not remember it in the morning – but three will knock you on that gorgeous little ass of yours.”

She pretended to pout. “Really? What if I’d rather be on my hands and knees?”

He roared. “I should have known better than to issue you a challenge. You go right ahead and get on your hands and knees, Princess, and remember, it’s OK, ‘cause I’ve got your back…or at least your backside!”

She laughed. “Now that sounds like fun!”

Kori interrupted their jousting as well; she seemed to be making a habit of that. “Hey, if you two can cut the foreplay long enough, Kristi has a job to do! Get over here and play with this tiny little penis so that Tiff and I can go get cleaned up!”

Kristi slid away from the bar. “Oops, sorry big guy, duty calls!” She crossed to Ronnie, who was standing just a foot or two from me, and reached out to seize his hard cock. She giggled. “Wow, that really is hard! Like a rock – are you sure we’re not going to damage him, keeping him hard like this all afternoon?”

Ronnie saw his opening. “You probably are. Maybe you should just go ahead and finish me up now to be on the safe side.”

Kori shook her head and slapped Ronnie gently across the cheek. “Nobody asked for your input! No, he’ll be fine; just don’t let him wilt, and be very careful not to get him off. You can edge him a little, if you think you can do it without any ‘accidents’; that’s always fun! He’ll whine and complain, but really he loves it. Don’t you dear?”

He looked at the ground. “Yes Mistress.”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed. They looked at me as though I’d broken the rules or something. “C’mon guys, I’m sorry, but that’s just something I’ll probably never get used to! I can no more visualize Ronnie as submissive than I can Kori as dominant. It just doesn’t fit the people I know, all right?”

Kori smiled, and Ronnie actually chuckled. “Yeah, I know. It was different for me too, especially at first, although I’ve come to really enjoy it. It gives me a chance to step into a fantasy world and escape the everyday life, self-image and all. It’s very freeing – you should try it.”

I shrugged, and then laughed again. “Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe I should just tackle one kink or fetish at a time, you think?”

It was Ronnie’s turn to jab me a little bit. “Good point; you are pretty much a one-track mind kind of guy. We probably shouldn’t overload you – although I gotta tell you, being a willing cuckold is not all that far removed from being submissive for most guys. Maybe you’ll be the exception.”

That was food for thought! “Yeah, well… I think I’ll try to just take it slow and see where things lead. I’m not really ready for whips and chains just yet.”

Naked Kori came across and hugged me – which, for those of you that have not had the pleasure, is a very memorable experience. “Well big guy, you did just say you weren’t ready YET, so I guess there’s hope for you after all. Let me know when you are ready – I promise to be gentle…maybe.”

She’d rendered me speechless, and she knew it! Laughing, she grabbed Tiff’s hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “Come on, let’s you and me go get cleaned up while Kristi gets takes and entertains my tiny-dicked husband and Adam tries to figure out how to crank his bottom jaw up off the floor.”

Ronnie said. “You mean the deck, not the floor.”

Kori turned on him sternly “Silence! Who said you could speak? You know better than to correct me!”

“I’m sorry Mistress! Please forgive me!” He was again looking down at the floor, not meeting her eyes.

I know I was staring, and K was probably right – my mouth probably was hanging open! She caught my eye and gave me a wink and a sly grin, and then disappeared down the stairs, pulling Tiff along behind her.

Kristi, her take in one hand and her other gently fondling Ron’s little stiffie, watched them disappear with a bemused little smile on her face. When our eyes met we exchanged a look which, without any words spoken, asked just what the hell we’d gotten ourselves into. Whatever it was, it looked like it would continue to be very interesting!

Stormy,
Great to see you back. This story really is one of the backbones of this site. A true epic whose quality has never faltered. Thanks.

Stormy, so glad your back. I love this story and can't wait to see where it goes next.

Stormy,

what a great present for a gloomy Saturday afternoon. This is getting better and better. Just my wooden nickel worth - I like the two segment format. I rather wait an extra week or two and have more "meat" to enjoy.

Thank you for a fantastic tale.

GH, timmy, peak, Watcher, TrF2, sgtk: Thanks for the support and the comments. I apologize for the hit-and-run post the other day, but I posted those segment literally (well, almost) as I was running out the door and wanted to get them up before the weekend. My appreciation of your support and comments really is what keeps me trying, even when time has been such a precious commodity. All I can offer is my deepest gratitude and appreciation of your patience, persistence, and support. Thank you.

I am moving this story toward a conclusion, although I'm sure there are some that doubt that, or feel that it is moving too slowly. They may be right, but all I can do is what feels right to me.

I've considered a sequel with our friends and some of the other characters that have dropped in along the way, but am currently thinking not. There are other tales to be told, and these folks have had a good run. I may, at some point do an "epilogue", as I did with "After the Party", just to tie up loose ends and give a sense of closure. I hate reading a book that leaves me hanging with what happens, longer-term, to characters I've grown to love - I want to know how their lives turn out, not just how they solved one little drama or mystery, damn it!

Oh well, I mostly just wanted to drop back by and say thanks. My mom used to get so mad at us if we forgot our manners!

The beauty of a story like this one, and you've done a masterful job, is that we now know and love these characters so well that just reading about them playing with each other is pleasing.

Thank you for creating these wonderful people.

GH

53 pages ...
I read all 53 pages of that incredible story....
Thank you Storm, it is truly an amazing job that you have done !
I know that the 'amazing' world is constantly used in american english, but just for that story I do thinks that it is the right one. If you just check ow many stories here or on literotica (the only stories site I know) are as long ? or has as big a following ? I think that it is really special.
What I realy like is the time taken to describe all the characters, we finish by knowing them as friend (some not so much). Even second cas tis great, they came in the story then disapperead like the newlyweds, Rain at the beginning or that asshole ranger, but tose second characters add to the story, they contribute to Adam journey.
What is funny, is that even now, after those pages, I am pretty sure that Adam has made is mind, that he wil live and marry Kristy (ok, it was more or less obvious). But at the same time, I have the feeling he still has a sliver of doubt.
Really I can understand him, living with a sexual dynamo could be frightening I think. In a way my favorite female characters is Tiff, she is sexy, a bit more 'normal' that the 2 K , more vulenrable also, more mature.
Obviously, those days on the lake are special days, out of real life (which is funny as I'am commenting a story ). But on a day to day basis, if I have to chosse the one I would have to share my life it's clearly Tiffany.

Thanks again for your work.

Like others who have followed Adam on this amazing journey, I know it will eventually end with his total capitulation to Kristi's original confrontation when Adam initially learned her lifestyle needs and her way or the highway relationship demands. I hope before you end this journey Adam gives her something to worry about. So now Adam has experienced the most complete range of sensual cuck events in the name of his love for Kristi. However, for me except for a few observations periodically thrown in by various characters regarding how much Kristi appears to deeply love Adam, I would hope to see a segment between her and Adam that more permisterally deals with what is going on in her mind. I don't really get the feeling she fears to any degree or truely cares if Adam is more important to her than HER NEED to screw everything in sight! An emotional discussion just between Kristi and Adam to clear the air on weather the eventual terms of their relationship is truly one of a cuckhold, or possibly an open marriage or even the remotest possibility that Adam turns the table and gives Kristi his terms for continuing the relationship or his walking away. Adams journey seems to have been by Kristi's demands, but to date we have not seem Kristi as a real partner in this journey emotionally. Does she actually care more for Adam or for her indiscriminate freedom to unlimited sex with others. Who is going to end up dominating who? JUST MY THOUGHTS!!!!!

Thanks again for an outstanding story. I'll hate to see it ever end!

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Stormy,
I'm sure you are busy as ever. Just let us know you are OK though ...

Thanks GH. I'm working toward a retirement party for all of them, and hoping you'll attend...

vazkor, thanks. I have to agree with you in a way, Tiff and Rain are more lovable that Kristi in some ways, but Kristi is exciting and complex, which I think keep Adam spinning in circles. Fun, but at some point he's gonna get dizzy!

2epP, thanks for sharing your thoughts - and yes, I already shared some of them. It is true that Adam's Journey has had a tour guide most of the way, but he's along for the ride when he could always just get off the bus. You'll be interested to know that my thoughts on closing out this tale do parallel yours to some extent. I'm always fascinated to see where these characters are going to take me though so we'll both have to wait and see.

Timmy. wutfun, and peak, thanks for the bump-ups. To all remaining readers, I'm constantly amazed by your patience and perseverance. Thank you for hanging in there!
And yes peak, as we discussed, I'm OK, just a little out of sorts. I'll be fine, I'm sure.

I joined Kristi, Ron, and Pops at the bar, as Trell excused himself to go “put something on”, apparently not wanting to be the only one naked (other than Ronne) should the two girls return dressed after they got cleaned up. Even Ron slid a shirt over his shoulders when Kristi pointed out to him that he was starting to burn, although he left it open and remained pant-less, I assume because, despite his protests, he was not entirely against their plan to spend the next few hours fondling his diminutive genitalia.

It was now early afternoon, and the heat, already impressive, was becoming stifling, even as the light breeze we’d had earlier dropped to almost nothing. I had no doubt that we’d cleared a hundred degrees and it just kept on getting hotter, and the sun was vulgar; if you weren’t in the water, the air-conditioned cabin, or at least the shade of the canopy nursing a cold take, it was almost painful, it was that hot! Conversation dropped to a few desultory words and comments as the heat-inspired torpidity stole over us. Kori and Tiff rejoined us and, as Trell had suspected, they had dressed, albeit minimally.

Tiff had followed Kristi’s lead and slipped a shirt over her shoulders, although in her case it was a sleeveless, pastel plaid button-up style rather than a torn t-shirt. The advantage to the button-up style was immediately apparent, as she had left the top several buttons open exposing ample cleavage. Also, because it had traditional tails as on a man’s shirt rather than a squared-off t-shirt style hem, the tails hung down to cover her bottom and provide slightly more modesty up front, while the split sides swooped up to her hips – just in case you were curious if she had panties on beneath it. She didn’t, as I happened to notice.

K had chosen to go with a swimsuit, a fairly tiny bikini which only just covered her nipples and which molded very tightly and attractively to her puffy sex. You hear a lot of comment about the “camel-toe” effect, but it’s very rare, in my experience, to see one as perfectly defined and as cute and eye-catching as what Kori had on display! She noticed me staring just before I realized that I was. “What are you staring at?”

I pointed toward her lower stomach, kind of wiggling my finger. “Just admiring the way your bikini fits. Revealing…gotta say, I like it!”

She bent forward to look down at herself. “What? I’m totally covered!”

“Yes, you are – but in such a cute, yet naughty, way! Very sexy.”

She snorted. “You didn’t stare at my pussy like that when I was totally naked! What’s the big deal?”

As if she didn’t know EXACTLY what she was doing! “Ah, but K, I did! I was maybe a little more subtle, but I can assure you that I did ogle your bare pussy at every opportunity. But this, with it sort of hidden, but not really…I don’t know, it’s just very, very sexy. Weird, huh?”

She laughed. “Is it making you hard?”

As a matter of fact, it was! I saw no reamister to deny it, so I nodded. “Of course - do I still have a pulse? I mean, unless I’m dead…”

She seemed pleased. “Well, hold that thought. Right now I have to check on how the effort to keep my hubby aroused and desperate is working out.”

She turned to Kristi and Ron – where Kristi continued to tease and stroke him, keeping him rigidly erect. It seemed, at first glance, that Kristi had done an admirable job while the other two had been away. Kori, however, had a question. “Have you been edging him?”

Kristi clearly knew exactly what K meant; she shrugged. “I don’t know.” She turned to Ron. “Have I been edging you?”

Ron shook his head. “Not really – although a couple of times I could see the edge from where I was, if that counts.”

Kori, smiling wickedly, reached out and ran her fingertip lightly over his lips before kissing him, a gentle, loving, intimate gesture wholly at odds with her wicked smile. “No, that does not count. I do believe it’s time to turn up the heat!”

The two of them proceeded to do so, using fingers, lips, and tongues, until Ronnie was a gasping, writhing bundle of nerve-endings, almost at his limits – at which point they abandoned him, leaving him sweating and panting, his cock twitching and spasming helplessly on the brink of orgasm with no relief in sight! It was cruel and inhumane, and everybody – especially Rom, seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, despite his protests to the contrary.

Trell had returned wearing the small Speedo he had worn on his first day with us, before replacing it first with one of my pairs of baggier trunks and then becoming comfortable with nudity around the rest of us. Much like Kori’s tiny bikini, I’m not sure that his Speedo was more modest than simply staying naked; his phallus was outlined clearly in the front of his suit, as obvious as a rhino’s horn, and when he became aroused by watching the girls toy with Ron it stretched up to his low waistband, threatening to put in an appearance, before he readjusted himself to an angle toward his right hip. The girls noticed his bulge, of course, and touched and teased him appropriately - although not to the extent they were torturing poor Ron! As with Kori’s suit, in any event, his Speedo left very little to the imagination.

This turned out to be the pattern for the afternoon, touching, teasing, and continuous Ronnie-use, efforts toward keeping everyone’s libidos on simmer - about the only things that were accomplished on that vulgarly hot day. We did manage to feed ourselves, although nobody had any real appetite in the heat, and so we mostly just nibred and snacked, and of course we drank a bit, although we reminded each other of the dangers of holy water and dehydration, and so made it a point to take other liquids as well. Kristi nursed he “jungle juice” cocktails, so that they didn’t hit her as hard as they might have; nonetheless, she did somehow seem more affectionate toward Pops and Trell. Probably just my imagination. Ronnie did eventually get us underway, up the lake toward Bullfrog marina where he would have to drop off several of us the following day.


Once Ron had us headed in the right direction he let Trell take over, pointing out various rock formations along the shore ahead that he could use to stay on course and not wander into one of the many broad bays. Ron clearly wanted to be able to focus on the girls focusing on him. Pops suggested that we tie Ron to the railing at the bow and let his rock-hard little member point the way forward, but Ron demurred, in rather profane language. It’s probably just as well, as he would not have made a particularly attractive figurehead.

About the only constructive thing we accomplished all afternoon (other than a great deal of touching and petting, which was constructive in its own way) was to take a vote and decide to do dinner that evening on shore somewhere, a picnic/cookout/campfire sort of thing, just the seven of us – provided we did not run into any other interesting, fun people. Accordingly, as we got close to where we had decided to spend the night, we looked for a nice stretch of smooth shore or beach, preferably east- or north-facing with rocks behind to provide shade from the late-day sun. By then we’d all pretty much had our fill of hot sunshine, relieved only by going indoors or by the few short pauses we took in order to swim and cool off. This was really our first day on the trip that we had felt the desert as it can be, vulgar and unforgiving; fortunately, we had a beautiful lake, cold takes, and air conditioning, but still, it earns your respect.

By late afternoon, after almost four hours of teasing and touching, Ron was a quivering mass of nerve endings. They had brought him to the edge countless times, only to back off and leave him begging, and he had leaked enough pre-cum in his intense arousal that, without constant replenishment, the fluid loss from that alone might have left him dehydrated. When he began to express fears about, as he called it ‘the four-hour boner you hear about on TV that means your dick is going to fall off”, Kori finally took mercy on him and granted the other girls permission to finish him off.

Kristi was sitting with me on a lounge chair at that point, the two of us touching, caressing, and talking in low tones, just enjoying being together, and so Tiffany was the one fondling him when permission came down from on high. She began to stroke him in earnest, lubricating her hands with a dollop of baby oil from the bottle that stood nearby. She was avidly driving him toward the finish line, masturbating his straining little stiffie with one hand while squeezing and tugging at his balls with the other. Ronnie was lying on another lounger, legs apart so that Tiff could sit between them, and he lay back and closed his eyes. He was more than ready, his hips moving to her touch and his breathing fast and ragged. It was apparent that he was at the edge of the cliff again, this time with the knowledge that he was going to leap off, and he began to moan and mutter softly, urging her on. It seemed imminent, and still she kept on, tugging and stroking, willing him to come…but, for some reamister, he couldn’t!

After what were, for him, no doubt a couple of interminable minutes, he gasped. “Goddamn! I’m right there, but it won’t happen! Oh my god, this is *******ing me, I’m so damn close, but I can’t get there…ohhh, fuck! I think you broke me – that’s it, my cock is broken, and I’m never going to get to cum again. Shit!”

Kori strolled across to him, laughing. “Oh you big baby! What a drama queen – now you know how women feel when you guys fail to ring the bell. Here, maybe I can help put you out of your misery.” She grabbed the bottle of baby oil and squirted a generous amount into her palm, rubbing it over her fingers and reaching for his sex as if to take over for Tiff, but when Tiff started to relinquish her grip, Kori instructed her to keep on stroking. Kori instead slid her hand beneath Ron’s ass, and jammed two greasy fingers up his ass!

He let out a little yelp of surprise, and then gasped and pushed himself into the hands of the two women. Within seconds he was spurting wildly, a human Water Wiggle - except that he was spurting cum rather than water. Tiff was laughing, clearly astounded at the sheer liquid volume of his explosive orgasm and his near-spastic physical reaction, and Kori had a broad smile on her face as she kept her fingers far up his ass, vigorously massaging his swollen prostate. Kori had known exactly what it would take to push him suddenly and violently over the edge, and Ron’s entire body was rigid, his hips up off the cushion as he continued to empty out the accumulation of juices caused by an afternoon of frustration. Permisterally, from the expression on his face, I think he was taking a walk along that fine line between pleasure and pain the entire time he was cumming – but for him the two sensations are sometimes apparently one and the same, and he seemed to be enjoying it immensely!

When his orgasm finally subsided to a few minor spurts and then to a slow ooze of white cream that slid slowly out of him and coated Tiffany’s hands, he collapsed back onto the lounge chair, gasping for breath. He let out a yelp as Kori withdrew her fingers from his ass, a sound nearly identical to the one he had emitted when she had first jammed them in. I laughed. “Make up your mind bud; either you holler when she sticks them in or when she takes them out, but not both!”

He looked at me and then blew out a pent-up breath before replying. “Hey asshole, it’s my asshole – I’ll holler when I damn well feel like it – and man, I felt like it! And that felt really good, coming and going…mostly coming. Thanks ladies, for a perfectly vulgar afternoon with a very happy ending; I can’t remember when I’ve ever had a more enjoyable afternoon…but then again, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast either, so take that with a grain of salt.”

We all had a good laugh at his routine. Tiff reached up and cupped his chin in her cum-bespattered hand. “Not the most gracious thanks I’ve ever received, but I guess I’ll take it. You really enjoyed that, huh?”

Ron nodded vigorously. “Oh hell yes!” he took her hand and began to lick and suck his own semen off her fingers, carefully licking between each one, occasionally pausing to speak. “That was a very nicely done bit of teasing, sheer *** while it was happening, but the final result was intense!” He stopped to lick and swallow a bit more. “Mmmm…seriously, a cumshot like that makes it all so worthwhile, don’t you think?”

She watched him lick her fingers, voraciously devouring his own cum, before answering. “Well, I’m not the one that came, but from all appearances, yes, you seemed to derive considerable pleasure from it.”

He laughed. “Understatement of the year! Baby, I didn’t ‘derive considerable pleasure’, I blew my rocks all the hell over the place – that was a toe-curling, eyes rolled back in the head, butt-clenching orgasm like I haven’t had in quite awhile, trust me!”

She laughed – we all did. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Just so you know, it left me very horny, so if you feel like it later, after you’ve recovered, maybe you could pay me back…?”

Kristi jumped in “Me too!” and then Kori, “Me too!”

Ron grinned. “Sounds great, but maybe I’ll enlist a few of my well-endowed friends to help me out with satisfying all of you horny darlin’s, if that’s all right with you. I mean, I could do it, of course, but I’d hate to appear selfish.”

They all quickly assured him that they were fine with that plan, the only stipulation being that each was exceedingly horny and wanted very much to resolve that problem, and that therefore their pleasure would have to come first. I didn’t hear any objections from the male contingency, so apparently the motion carried.

At about that point, Trell called out to Ron, asking for some guidance on where to steer the boat. Ron got shakily to his feet, his knees weak, and stumred up front…err, up to the bow. He quickly consulted the GPS system to see where we were, and then a map to choose a good spot for the evening. He found a likely bay, a narrow inlet not far away, and had Trell turn toward it

Storm,

thank you. Very nicely done. I'll be here for bumps if needed and look forward to another segment when you find the time.

Storm

If there is a retirement party I will attend, but with regret. In the meantime I look forward to an occasional ray of sunshine. A visit with your lovely characters, even a brief one, always brightens my day.

Thank you

GH

Stormy,
Glad to see the boat is slowly heading in. Some of the rest of this great story has a few barnacles by now. Like GH, I wish I could be there for the wrap party too. Although I know its coming, it might be a while yet. It takes a while to dock a great ocean liner. Be a shame to try docking this one too quickly ....

Stormy,

Thank you so much for taking the time to keep all our boats afloat. Your story has captivated us for so many years. You are a real gem and a story teller of the highest order. The little woman just loves your work also, in fact we save each new segment to read when we are alone and can fully enjoy the magic of one of your master pieces.

Your efforts add so much to our lives. There is no author we would rather read than you. However we have noticed that there are several on this site that are extremely talented so we appreciate all of you. We hope you and your family are well, especially during this holiday seamister. We have also enjoyed your friendship if we can ever assisted you in anything we would love to try and repay your efforts in our behalf.

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