The Hunger

[adequate]

O.K., on a roll now, next chapter in just a few hours. Check back if you're interested still.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyixbIQelf8&feature=related

Puzzled by the musical interludes? They give me inspiration for these writings, and I want to share.
Thanks,
Adequate

 

[adequate]

The Hunger Chapter 12: “Cosmic Messenger”

It didn’t take long for John to do a quick outside shower to get off his stink, using the liquid hand soap he remembered and retrieved from the bar sink. He rubbed himself down with nimble fingers covering top to bottom. His pits now had no odor, just a natural fresh smell that was the essence of John.
Chance also showered quickly, removing any lingering stink from his earlier contact with Leroy, paying close attention to the area on his chest where the tobacco juice hit him squarely. He removed his black running shorts and washed them the same fashion as before, using shampoo, removing the visible signs of blood, squeezing the suds thru them, then rinsing them, following by a hand wringing remembering only then his suitcase was in the closet outside, in the pool house. John helped himself to another glass of tea and poured Chance another one as well. Chance, wrapped in a towel, approached the kitchen tromping and swaying, bumping into the accent furniture in the hallway on his way, physically announcing to John of his arrival, much like a bull in a china shop. Hearing Chance approach, but before Chance could round the corner John shouted:
“How about the fifty cent tour of the place”
“Yea, sure” Chance said as he rounded the corner. “Heh, suitcase is still outside in the pool house closet.” John shrugged.
Chance said: “Well then let’s start down this hall here, the bedroom wing”. They quickly passed in and out thru the rooms, John paying closer attention when Chance said: “My room, the times I come for a visit.” It was a young boy’s room, with posters of trucks and racecars on the walls and a baseball glove and ball on one of the bookcase shelves. The single bed had a nautical motif with its spindles looking like a ship captain’s wheel on headboard and footboard. Back thru the kitchen, they entered the dining room, then the living room area.
“Well, that’s it.” Chance said.
“Humm,, funny, no T.V. or nothing, I’d go crazy without at least one somewhere in my house, computer either.”
Chance smacked his head and said: “Duh, they’d disbar me from the tour guide services for sure. Down here’s the media room.” They descended a staircase that was behind a door in-between the living and dining areas leading to very large room filled with the latest gadgets along with a huge flat screen TV.
“Now that’s more like it” John then says. “Ohhhhh, cushiony carpet” John then said as he went thru a springing motion.
“I didn’t spend too much time down here as a kid. Was different then though, not as many electronic toys then, I played outside as much as I could though, or we went places mostly, hardly ever to town though, Safe Haven.” The two approached the wall of electronics that contained the amplifiers, radios, and switches Chance didn’t know much about, much like John out in the pool house prior to surgery on Chance. John an electronic wiz too kept on inspecting the media wall and then said:
“Check this out, eight tracks, cassettes; shit even records here long playing kind, 33 1/3 kinds, sheeze.”
“Don’t even remember that stuff” said Chance as flipped thru the record albums. Halfway thru the inspection he stopped when he noticed his mother’s handwriting on the top of the cover of one entitled “Cosmic Messenger.” It read: “Charles, a night to remember” Love, Marie.
“Hello, here’s one here. From my own mother, to my Uncle Charles. What the……”
He picked up the album and inspected it front and rear. It was obviously very warn; he slid the record from the jacket and noticed the many fine scratch marks on it as he flipped it in his hand.
“Here gimmie” said John. “Here’s the turntable. Let’s play it.” John quickly inspected the gadgets and figured out which one was the amplifier and hit the appropriate switches.
“Maybe it’s a disco one, like the Village People: Y.M.C.A.” John went thru the Y.M.C.A. hand motions that everyone knew.

John started the record:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nj2tPzSY3MU



“I know” Chance said, “Saturday Night Fever” “Disco Inferno”. Chance went into the John Travolta stance from the movie that everyone knew. At that moment his towel dropped. The two looked at the dropped towel, and before Chance could bend over to retrieve it, John said in the same stern voice he used to tell Chance to get outta there when the two was up the mountain with Leroy, John said:
“Leave it”
Without questioning, Chance let the towel lie. John approached Chance and after grabbing both sides of his head and pulling it down down towards him gently landed a kiss, lip to lip.
"Have you ever?" Questioned John. Chance shook his head answering "no" fashion.
"Me either." John then replied.
"Do you want to?" Questioned John. Chance smiled.

 

[wonder_boy]

Just wanted to say how much I enjoy your writing. Not only the eroticism (which is great) but also some plot development. You do both quite well. Thank you for the story thus far!

 

[adequate]

Just wanted to say how much I enjoy your writing. Not only the eroticism (which is great) but also some plot development. You do both quite well. Thank you for the story thus far!

Just got back from dinner with my Lady friend, thank you wonderboy. you worked wonders for my psyche. Thank you too for the encouragement.
Some folks may want something they can jerk off to ( in a hurry) . Hence I guess some of the poll responses. I'm taking it nice and slow, taking it all in, nice and slow..
Also, I'm just wanting you all to know, this is my first time writing ever. Shit, I hadn't even written a letter since the 1990's. I swear, and the last book I read,,well.... I don't even want to go there..

 

[adequate]

Been a hard day and I'm bushed. Will pick up the story again tomorrow. I am wondering what you all think about where the story is taking Chance and John. Should they? Or shouldn't they? I'll check back in the morning to see if there's a consensus, and then formulate the story in my free time at work, writing, then posting something tomorrow evening..YOU could decide their fate! The story, as always, will be written freehand in my mind. Getting harder now though because of plot. I will git 'er done though.

Adequate

 

[Jean Deaux]

Yeah they should. Then he really needs to roll one or both of the young girls before he leaves town.
I am also interested in the story development to find out how CC owns John and why the other folk fear him.
You have so many directions you could take this story.

 

[supsup]

Honestly I really wasn't feeling the story @ first..........but u totally have my attention now

 

[adequate]

Well, ok I did check back here before I was gonna turn in to bed, and seen a response, so I wrote this little chapter / snippet now following. It isn't too late to stop them though. :smile:

 

[adequate]

The Hunger Chapter 13 “Veggie Tales”

John chuckles: “Umm, dude, you got broccoli between your teeth” John wasn’t sure of the meaning behind that simple smile. John did the broccoli joke for Chance to have a way out of what could be an awkward moment. Was that smile of Chance’s saying: “You’re an idiot” or did it mean “I’m in”. John thought all this by the time it took an eyelash to fall.
The cool tip of Chance’s flaccid penis was a surprise, pressed against John’s navel as Chance then reached down John’s sides, grabbing both wrists, raising John’s arms up and out, palms up, like he stood in the waters of Heather earlier that day in the pool.
“Holy shit, he’s in!” John dizzily thought “and I’m in over my head. You horny fool” he then thought. It’s like someone who hasn’t mastered the game of T-ball, going up against a major leaguer like Chance, John was standing there surrendered with arms out, his cock growing hard within his cutoffs, Chance was standing there, pressing up against John, with Chance’s body now bending , bending to John. Chance’s head now lowered, turning sideways, his lips being wetted by tongue.
“Can you help me with this broccoli” Chance then said eyes closed, as his tongue lightly stroked across John’s lips wetting them, tongue lubricating lips, tongue entering open lips. Tongue dancing with tongue as now Chance’s growing cock precumed, messed up John’s pristine treasure trail.
The boundaries of pleasure and pain were blurred as Chance carried John towards the stair steps, legs wrapped around ass, thigh pressing into fresh stitches. The wonderful pain shooting with every step, almost at the stairs, John’s eye noticed the white towel still lying on the floor. Chance noticed John’s noticing and said: “Leave it”.

 

[adequate]

The Hunger, Chapter 14: “One Day in Your Life”


Taking every other step, Chance climbed the stairs, spinning around once at the top. John had his head back while Chance kissed and nibbled the delicious Adam’s apple of John’s. Still spinning spinning, hugging, spinning, almost hitting the door frame. Chance unsure where now to take the two, paused, looked at John, they both said “Pool House”. With one grip still holding onto Chance, John reached behind him searching for the kitchen door knob, and with final success, they passed the cart and slipped thru the drapery sheers. John was dropped on the inclined chaise lounge. Naked and swaying, Chance slid over a matching lounge and interlinked the two chaises together. After adjusting the one lounge back to flat, then removing John’s cutoffs, they now were able to lie facing, side by side. Legs soon became entwined, arms reaching for cock, tongues dancing, the two slithered like unearthed earthworms. CHEST TO CHEST, COCK TO COCK, PASSIONS FLAMED, THE BODIES ROCKED. FINGERS SEARCHED, ERUPTIONS GREW, a hollow feeling that they now both knew. They both stopped in mid-passion. Something didn’t feel right with John and Chance.
Strings of spittle formed between the two as they pulled apart, both settling onto their own lounge chairs facing the ceiling. Cocks deflating fast. Precum markings still glistening on heaving abdomens and matted pube hairs, the two turned to each other.
“Are you weirded out too?” John asked.
“Wow, yea, I am” replied Chance. “Strange how that hit right about when I was about to cum.”
“Me too” John replied. Whatever that was, it stopped me cold.” John now pointing to his wee Willie. “What I don’t get is; I was so all over you in my mind earlier today when you first walked up to my counter. Damn you were so hot looking there looking the way you do. I wanted that body so badly, maybe because I got the one I have.” He shrugs as he gets up and puts on his cutoffs while Chance goes over to the closet once again and retrieves his linen shorts and slips them on commando style.
“I felt the same way earlier tonight with you, here, in the pool house” Chance exclaimed. “Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise John, you’re one hot firecracker. Odd though, I’m just not turned on now.”
John now walks over to the outside shower head and slips back in to his shoes he left there earlier; he then follows Chance into the house. One final glass of tea is poured like before. The two take their sips like before, then John says”
“Take two aspirin and call me in the morning”. They both smile. “I’m off work tomorrow, all day.” He says as he grabs his medicine bag.” I’ll see you in the morning, we’ll talk then. I’m gonna sleep in though, so it won’t be too early.” John says as he does a jack off motion with his free hand. Chance smiles. John grabs the doorknob like before to exit, but he then walks to the sink where Chance is standing. John stops himself midway from kissing Chance, then instead holds out his hand and says”
“Goodnight Mr. Cole”
Chance says: “Goodnight Mr……. he pauses, he’s forgotten John’s last name. The two in unison then say: “Crawford.”
Chance hears the motorcycle roar down the driveway.
The drive to the intersection is quick. John sees Charlene outside Davis’s store with Mr. Davis, they’re closing up for the night. John pulls up and says:
“Closing up eh? Long day for you Charlene!”
Charlene says, “Yeah, Mr. Davis here is a slave driver, but he’s nice enough to give me a ride home. My folks are at my uncles, spending the night there.”
“I can ride you Charlene; it’s on my way home. It will save Mr. Davis having to then back track home.”
“That’s nice of you Willie, thank you boy!’ says Mr. Davis as he turns away.
Charlene can’t remember if she ever even seen Willie without his shirt. She’s thinking how hot he is. Chest hairs growing in, muscles twitching, cut looking, and narrow hair trail driving down inside the cutoffs.
“Jesus Willie, you been working out?” Charlene says.
“Just working”, replied Willie as Charlene hops on the bike.
“Damn Willie, but you smell good” Charlene says as Willie kick starts the cycle. Willie leans forward as he up shifts the cycle to the final gear. Charlene couldn’t help but notice butt crack from the way the waistband buckled as Willie leaned forward.
“Definitely not a plumber’s ass.” Charlene wickedly thought.
Charlene grabs hold of Willie’s lower ribcage at first, her hot hands being felt by Willie.The drive continues on. Vibrations of the machine being felt in the loins of the two riders, they ride in silence.
The hands now slip further around to the abdomen at waistline. She leans in, hugs him tight, and with her face planted sideways in the center of Willie’s back, tries to smell his essence as the motor growls, and winds whip thru Charlene’s hair. She slides her head now to the outside, past the shoulder blades, and parks behind Willies armpit, wind channeling the smell directly. They hit a small pothole that allows the opportunity for Charlene to pretend her hands got bounced down to Willie’s groin before she raises them up again, but this time she strokes both sides of Willie’s abs, up and down and around, still breathing in the intoxicating pit smell.
It was sheer concentration that Willie hadn’t formed an erection. They arrive at Charlene’s place, being greeted by the family cat. They both get off the silenced bike to say the “goodbyes” when Charlene says:” I want to thank you Willie for the pleasant ride home. Sure was awfully sweet of you. I always wondered all thru high school if you was ever gonna take me for a ride.” She winked
“Let me thank you in my own little way.”
Charlene’s hands grasps Willies ears, she tilts her head sideways, and plants a wet kiss on Willie’s lips. Her tongue slipping past the lips, attaches and draws out Willie’s tongue which she grabs hold with her lips, sliding her lips up and down on the now curled tongue-shaft of Willie.
Willie wraps his arms around Charlene’s waist. There they stand groin to groin, Willie then chuckles to himself as he asks himself kiddingly:
“Do I have broccoli on my teeth?”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfys3CVaZfw&playnext_from=TL&videos=T1SlPns_ZXw

 

[adequate]

I deleted a post it note here.

 

[adequate]

The Hunger Chapter 15: “I Feel Love”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGsc3MeTUe0

Charlene drew back her body, her eyes fixated on Willie. That sweet “deer caught in the headlights, what I do now?” Look. Not even glancing below his waist, Charlene gently grabbed Willie’s hand and led him up the porch, and planted another passionate kiss just as before. Willie was already fully hard, but the feeling went unnoticed by Charlene as she bent in for that kiss. Into the foyer, then the living room, the pair traveled. Up the stairs Charlene led Willie. He was fully under her power. The light grasp of her hand had a tightening hold on Willie’s self-control. He was completely under her spell now as he dripped a trail up the stairs to her bedroom, cock out his pant leg swaying, pointing upwards. Eye to eye as she turned, she only then released her hand grasp to feel for what she expected to be hopefully at least an adequate penis only to be silenced by her own amazement. Her hand hit he tip of the shaft by surprise, as she expected more distance to travel before reaching its destination. A globule of precum perched at the eye was slathered by Charlene’s hand. It was only then she realized what she had a hold of as she said:
“Jesus Willie!” Willie pursed his lips together, and raised his eyebrows over his glasses, then grinned a devilish smile that melted Charlene right there. Her heart pounding, she quickly turned like a magician, grabbed her satin bedspread by it’s lower corners and deftly yanked it off the bed leaving almost all the stuffed animals intact. With full attention back to Willie, she then touched his shoulders motioning to him to recline. Willie, on his back, made his way to the headboard by using his elbows, scooting back, keeping his eyes fully on Charlene as she crept towards him on the bed, with her hands and knees. When she reached the cutoffs she gently removed them carefully working the rock hard cock back up in the pant leg before pulling them down. Now both shoes plopped on the floor. Willie was completely naked now, cock throbbing, heart pounding, lightly perspiring forehead as Charlene crept up over Willie, then eye to eye, still on hands and knees kissed him still one more time in that first mesmerizing way down at the motorcycle. This was Willie’s first time, but not for Charlene. She learned the fundamentals in tenth grade with the class jocks. Finally, with full attention to his cock, Charlene rotated to it, and her mouth enveloped the head, it was a wide cock, but Charlene could take it all in. She closed her lips below the tip and Willie exploded what felt like gallons of cum to Charlene as she skillfully took it all, Willie crying out, his twisting grip on the brass headboard made squeaking noises as Charlene sucked Willie dry. As if choreographed, the tight grip of brass and cock released. Willie panting, as Charlene crawled up that narrow fur trail to the widening chest, now glistening with sweat, hairs moistening, lips to lips, Charlene offered Willie the final drops she hadn’t swallowed. Willie was drunk with passion. He didn’t shrink, but he did loose rigidity slowly with each pump of breath. Charlene jumped off the bed, went to the high shelf on the bookcase and took down the ballerina music box, opened it up and after a quick rummage thru the condoms, choose the appropriate size for Willie. With each eyes fixated on each other, Charlene turned off the lights and opened the blinds, and allowed the moonlight to flood the room. Willie’s cock still lay large, twitching on his abdomen. Charlene was completely wet with desire. Willie’s chest still heaving from the passion, he watched Charlene slowly strip from her work clothes she had still been wearing. Leaving the bra and panties on, she now crept back her same path as before, following the trail over Willie and landed “that kiss” that Willie now was aching for. His tongue extended, her wet lips parted, their eyes closed, Willie grew hard again. She climbed on him, straddling him, straddling that cock, wet pantied vagina on top of thick cock shaft, cock tip still exposed, she rubbed her loins on that shaft as she reached back to undo her bra tossing it randomly, then reaching down to give his balls a squeeze. Now still without a word, and lying beside him, Charlene’s glancing eyes motioned to Willie for help in the panties removal. Willie got on his knees facing Charlene sideways. Sideways like he did earlier that evening in the pool house using the wet towels on Chance, only this time it was the panties that were wet. The most primitive of desires had awakened within Willie now as his nostrils flared as the panties were removed. It was Willie’s turn to be on top of things as he straddled Charlene. His cock pointing skyward, dripping again, dripping on Charlene, thrusting the air over Charlene as he bent in for another of those kisses, Willie was ready NOW to act out his most primitive desires. Charlene also in the heat of things summoned the remaining sanity between the two of them and quickly placed the magnum over Willie’s cock in-between his pelvic thrusts of air. Now guiding his hips downward, Charlene was ready to receive him, and like a newborn puppy searching for the first contact with teat; Willie found Charlene’s wet and ready entrance and plunged in full force as they gasped in unison. Ohhh Willie was in ecstasy. Their first sounds uttered were of primitive grunts and moans. Charlene’s arms now wrapped around Willie, his elbows at Charlene’s side, hands over her breasts, Willie’s tongue passed from nipple to nipple then for another of those kisses, oh those kisses! Charlene’s nails were digging in now, the passions mounting after the ram jack thrusting of Willie. Sweat from Willie’s face collected on his chin that Charlene lapped up. A tingling was felt at the base of Charlene’s spine now, then moving to deep within her vagina. Tingling with each long thrust of Willie. The spasms were none that Charlene felt before as her juices flowed, muscles inside contracting, her voice wailing out, heard but ignored by the passions yet still inside Willie. Arms now aching, pelvis thrusting at light speed, Willie screams his orgasm’s arrival, and then collapses on top of Charlene, fully spent. Both covered in sweat, Willie now rolls over, his cock still twitching, the palms of his hands rubbed over his eyes then to the temples, he never knew it would be this intense, especially his first time.
Charlene turned sideways, facing Willie, she put her hand on Willie’s hair trail, curling the hairs with her finger, Rubbing the sweat still there, reaching for the used condom and blindly tossing it somewhere out where the bra and panties lay. Rubbing his chest, rubbing his sweat, she says: “Jesus Willie.”then licks him clean.

 

[adequate]

The Hunger, Chapter 16 “Waves Within “


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rauk8JeAr0c&feature=related

The two rolled in towards each other now, arms entwined, her head on his shoulder, breathing in Willie’s scent. With one hand, Willie clenched his cock’s base, and in one slow stroke, worked up the contents still remaining within the shaft, with fingers now lubricated, he slowly traced circles around Charlene’s nipples before he licked them clean. His fingers now licked clean too, he placed his hand on Charlene’s vagina as the two fell deep asleep. On their backs, naked, uncovered and breathing softly, the two slept the remainder of the night.
Daybreak hit Willie’s face, nudging him awake. His morning erection was a force to be reckoned with, but not now. He leaned towards Charlene, stroking her cheek with the nails of his hand until she stirred awake. It was a soft kiss exchanged this time.
“Hi baby” he said. “I got to run some errands, going to be busy for a while, but I hope to see you again later, will you be around? You going to church? I’ve already been blessed.”
Charlene smiled as she reached for Willie’s still stiffened cock.
Willie then moaned and said: “Oh, you know I want to, you see that, but . . . . . .”
Charlene shook her head in the understanding way.
In seconds, Willie finds his shoes and cut-offs, and slips them on as Charlene watches him, wondering to herself how she could have been so blind those four years of school. Willie then walked to the day lit window and opened it, airing the room which harbored the smell of sex. The curtains fluttered goodbye to Willie.
The engine hummed as John sped down the narrow curvy blacktop road. He stopped at the intersection even though the light was green, he paused, he was a different person now, he had relations with Charlene. John rebooted his psyche’ then and there as he paused, then turned up the hill to the concrete lions, to Chance.
The previous evening after the goodbye handshake, Chance went back out to the pool house to pack away his linen shorts, again remembering he STILL hadn’t unpacked from the trip. Naked, he swayed over to the doubled chaise lounge set and laid on the one, falling directly asleep. He had a long day, that day, he slept soundly.
The motorcycle quietly rumbled up the drive. John silently passed through the gate, looking around, wondering if he would find chance outside in the pool area as he noticed last night on the house tour, Chance’s room looked untouched. The billowy drapery sheers only allowed a muted view of who was laying there, but John knew who.
John passed through the curtain sheers like a diver, expecting to see an enormous morning erection on Chance. He looked at Chance, him lying there, on his back, arms up over his head, leg bent, knee hanging over the outside, head cocked, chest heaving and limp cock?
“Wow he really must have been beat last night.” John shook his head, and eyed the covered stitches. “Yeah, he really was beat (by Leroy).” The bruising peppered over Chance’s body was apparent, but didn’t look too bad. John climbed on the empty lounge still connected, to get a good look at the stitch job in the early morning light. John was pleased. He lightly dabbed it with his finger, checking for infectious puss, perhaps. Chance now stirred from the light dab. His penis now growing, John had a bird’s-eye view of a force of nature. John too was getting hard, growing out from his cut-off legs, being aroused from the vision of Chance’s cock spastically uncoiling, now puffed up, lying across the thigh. John reaches for Chance’s cock, stopping his hand inches away, like too close to the fire he pulls back, remembering the turn of events here last night.
John, now analyzing his feelings is more open now and deep down he knows he wants more. Like last night, he places his hand on Chance’s cock, like giving it his blessing. Feeling the warmth, feeling the heat, feeling the hardness, feeling the blood pulsing thru it, John applies downward pressure now to the hot cock. Chance now smiles. He’s in the misty netherworld of dream sleep.



Chance and Heather are naked in the Edsel’s back seat. His head is on the armrest. Chance is sleeping; Heather places her hand on Chance’s cock as it throbs to full size. A light tap on the tip draws out the first bead of precum. Heather plays with the strings she’s making with the precum. Reaching below the shaft, she lifts up the nut sack and squeezes both balls gently. Licking them with her tongue. Drawing each one in her mouth, then releasing. Her moistened finger now lies across Chance’s ass hole. The flesh of her finger pressing down on the nerve endings. Her red wet lips now surround Chance’s dick head, tongue flickering the precum, sliding it around the tip, mingling it with her own spit, she breathes the thick filtered air of Chance’s pubic hair as she descends the shaft to the hilt. Damn she can give head, even to the large cock of Chance’s. Heather’s mouth can almost disjoint itself, like a snake with it’s oversized prey, Heather swallows cock. She grasps the shaft at the base, squeezing it now, as she tightens her mouth pulling back up the shaft, lipstick smearing, reddening the shaft once more. Stopping at the glans, tongue flickering like an anteater under over, around and within the tip. She works her head so her mouth massages the cockhead’s rim. Rim as hard as a dinner plate she goes up and down, flickering tongue, up and down, squeezing shaft, balls massaged, mouth up and down the tip, her hand now stroking the shaft in unison with her head thrusts as she works her tongue. Desires almost out of control, she frantically now works the shaft with her hand as she plunges her head up and down, her mouth dancing with her hand up and down the thick shaft. Chance now squirms, pelvis moving, pelvis now thrusting, that’s the signal that’s the signal!


Squirming and squirming, with eyes closed shut, Chance awakens to wet mouth around his cock, he feels the convulsions, eyes still shut, yet awake! He shudders and moans as his cum is shot from the cannon that is cock. Wave after wave of intense cum, balls being milked and squeezed cum shots. Hot mouth catching it all, the heat of the cum now being felt as the cock shaft is painted with it. Exhausted Chance’s eyes open, praying it’s not Stan Getty again. Chance concentrates on the vision of John. John pinches his nose, like one does when one comes up from a deep dive. John then, with his index finger and thumb, starts at the corners of his mouth and rubs down his own lower lip as if he’s applying some sort of lip balm. John climbs up the trail past the heaving chest of Chance, past the wet sweated chest, to the warm parted lips of Chance, their tongues do the tango. John forms his mouth in a circular shape as he draws in Chance’s tongue shaft, moving up and down the shaft, arms now entwined, bodies writhing, like earthworms the kiss ends.

 

[wonder_boy]

Still great! I appreciate how you don't keep your readers waiting for too long.

 

[tamuning]

Man this is a great story! Fucking hot!! Keep it up please.

 

[adequate]

To Wonder Boy, Tamuning and the others who posted here :
"Thank You for the postings"
Your comments are appreciated, I assure you. Even in print I love to get stroked !
There shouldn't be more than a day in-between my chapters being submitted here. Too bad I can't go back and edit older parts of the story for misspellings, word changes and in general: content. As I requested, I've gotten a few personal messages from readers about my spelling and punctuation, story line too, and even though I use Microsoft word, and Internet Explorer spell check, I guess the computer don't know the difference between lay and lie (as an example). * sigh*
At this point I'm not sure if I'm coming across as a primadonna to the people of LPSG when I've sent requests to them to make some small changes in my older chapters due to content or spelling..there are many repairs still needing to be made.

Anyways,, again I want to say "Thank You", to all the returning readers.
Adequate
p.s. even this little posting here has a time limit as to how long I have to make corrections... LOL oh well

 

[adequate]

The Hunger Chapter 17: “Erogenous”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMp0VdGNYOA




How can one measure the speed of something when your own body is a target of immense pleasure? How quickly did Chance know something was different when his vision eyed John? Did Chance’s olfactory receptors pick up Charlene’s left over sex scent on John? Did Chance smell the sex that may have lingered? Was Chance able to tell the difference thru skin sensations? The touch of John’s fingers which not long ago was within the pleasure spot of Charlene, those fingers then grasping hold of Chance’s cock. Could Chance feel the difference then? Could his penis pick up Charlene’s pheromones? Ahhhhh, but then the kiss, tasting, feeling, smelling the new John, Chance knew. Still entwined lying there, face to face, Chance placed his hand behind John’s head, stroking the short length of his hair at the neckline….. Stroking against the grain, Chance pulled him in tightly. Chance’s cock deflated, John’s very much at attention, dripping. Chance wanted a second opinion. He bent down, smelled the precum and tapped the eye with his finger, forming new threads, weaving them, and allowing the threads to drop on the cock’s tip. Then stopping, analyzing, and smelling. Releasing the cock from his grip, now smelling around the base, Chance knew. Chance finally said:
“Charlene?”
John half smiled and nodded once and said:
“I wasn’t weirded out with you, here, isn’t that funny.”
“Same with me” replied Chance. “I guess the stars were in perfect alignment.”
John then snaps: “Ah, It’s morning, see, no stars no moon.” He motions to the heavens thru the curtain sheers.
“I got a hold of a moon right here!” Chance exclaims, as he wisps his fingers thru John’s butt crack hair. Strumming the hairs up and down the crack line, like playing a guitar. Strumming, then stopping at dead center, pushing the once again-strumming fingers deeper within, index finger searching for the rosebud target, stopping again, then plunging in deep to the first knuckle. They both look in each other’s eyes. John with that damn grin that could melt a glass of ice cubes. Chance continued. He withdrew his finger and repositioned John on his back, drawing up both feet, knees apart, heals touching, he reaches under one of the knees, wrapping his arm around John’s ass, reinserting the middle finger again. Now Chance is leaning on top of John’s abs, other hand grasping the cock, mouth in position. Looking like an avent-guard portrait of a Madonna with child. Besides being with John, here, Chance’s only other time was with that young boy Tony so long ago, kid stuff.
The excitement was immeasurable, John was already breathing hard, and staring at Chance, watching those lips as they were wetted by Chance’s spittle. The grip tightened on cock, yet it was a gentle tug downward, stretching the skin to complete tautness. The index finger was already inside John’s ass, now the adjoining thumb rotated around and affixed itself to the scrotum, like a tugboat to a cruise ship.
Everything was truly in alignment now as Chance said to himself:
“GO!”
Chance’s mouth widened and blanketed the tip as John inhaled deeply.
“The taste, god that taste” Chance squealed to himself. He was in heaven, with that mixture of fresh precum and last night’s remnants of Charlene rubbed in by John’s own hands then. Chance then remembered Heather, the way she sucked cock. Lord how could she give head so good...? Ahh, Bill, it was Bills guidance that taught Heather, that passed on to Chance that now was pleasuring John.
“Bill is dead, the cycle of life” Chance thought.
“Man, I’m thinking weird shit here” thought Chance. His withdraws his mouth from cock and turns to John, seeing the eyes-closed-shut pleasure he was giving John. “Must be doing this o.k. then” Chance thought.” Think he likes it”
Chance then concentrated on the task at hand and let out all the stops, like Heather in the backseat of the Edsel.The mouth withdraws, he blows on the hot cock which flexes from the surprise of temperature change ass hole clamping down on finger. Tongue now lapping the shaft, licking the balls to where the thumb is still anchored there. Assed finger now wriggling, twisting as far as the thumb would allow. Chance’s finger released a wisp of musky smell that was heavenly.
Mouth back on the tip now, plunges down, plunges deep, nose buried in the matted hair from last night sex juices, the scent drove Chance Wild. Throat completely filled with cock, he took breaths like Heather did, coming up for air before the lungs burst. Tongue still flicking. Chance, like an anteater, under, over, around and within the tip, working out the sweet precum. Hand pumping, mouth following hand up and down the shaft, moving like the grace of two swans running across the lake’s waters. The finger enters again past the next knuckle, the pumping pace quickens, and the grip of cock tightens and lessens as it ripples across the veined cock shaft. Tongue working, licking, lapping, and thumb finger still taunt John was approaching the point of no return.
Chance shoves the finger in now all the way as John tries to grasp the bed linens that wasn’t there, flailing his arms for something to hold on to.
“OH GOD” John cried. ‘OH GOD OH GOD”
Chance now curls the inserted finger to the walnut sized pleasure spot that HE knew so well from Heather’s manipulating. Heather’s finger, the one she’d yank the fake nail from.
Chance’s finger is rubbing now, searching, feeling around the walnut gland.
John’s body is now completely flushed. The cry of pleasure frightened the birds perched overhead. Hot cum shot down Chance’s throat. John’s ass clamped down on finger, flexing, flexing the grip, cum still shooting, hot cum, too much for Chance to swallow. This was his first time at swallowing. It oozed and contributed to the mattiness that was already going on in John’s pubes. Chance withdrew his mouth. Still filled with unswallowed cum. Chance laid there, watching John’s cock twitch as more cum oozed out. Chance removes his finger and props himself up on one arm, turns again at John, the two bodies lean into each other to kiss. John laps his cum off Chance’s face before he drew Chance’s tongue shaft in and appropriately moved up and down the shaft, until it was squeaky clean of his own cum. Chance one more time went down on cock for the final cum seeds. He vacuumed John’s pubes as best he could with his mouth. Now giggling, the two faces lean in, foreheads touch, faces smile, hands go around each other’s nape of the neck for one last passionate kiss. Chest to chest, sweat to sweat, they now lay, cock to cock, legs entwined, they wriggle like unearthed earthworms. The two are one. They now roll over to their respective lounge chairs. John says:
“Oh My God!” the same time Chance says:
“Jesus Fucking Christ” !
Fran Getty up the hill a ways from Itsy and Bitsy’s graves, puts his binoculars back in It’s case as he turns and creeps thru the underbrush, cell phone in hand, he dials.

 

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Next chapter should be posted tonight, as always gonna think about the storyline at work during coffee breaks, lunch, the drive to and from. I would have much slower postings if I spent too much time dilly-dallying with it.


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The Hunger Chapter 18: “Still Waters”


Here is a large hotel suite, the penthouse suite, the one that has a commanding view of Memphis’s interstate loop. The cars below seem to be creeping slowly along, headed to their mundane existences. Charles Cole rubs the towel over his fit body as he looks out the window at the insignificant traffic with an air of disgust. The last water beads of the shower he has just taken have all been absorbed. He let Jenny sleep in a little so he went first, but now he’s anxious to finish up the paperwork so he can quickly return to Safe Haven, there’s business still left to do there too. That talk with Chance he’s been putting off since Chance’s start of his senior year at The University and another business meeting with silent partners has been altered for tomorrow. Charles needs to be home for that especially important one.
“Come on Jenny, get a move on, you know how long you can take, we don’t have all day, need to get back home.” He says.
Night gowned, Jenny arises from her own double-sized bed and steers herself to the bathroom after first kissing Charles on the cheek. Annoyed, Charles then says:
“Skip the shaving, we need to get going!”
Jenny says: “I love it when we come here Charles, brings back fond memories. Ohh our wedding night.” She then sighs, stroking Charles’ graying temples, then rubbing her hand down both her sides, trying to get Charles’s attention as he turns away and looks down below again.
Still naked, Charles sways to the open suitcase and removed the toiletries he stashed before the trip. He sprits himself with cologne, then deodorant as the phone rings. Jenny enters the bath.
“Better be important” he says seeing the incoming call on his screen, now holding the phone with his shoulder as he slips on his boxers.
“Charles, there’s trouble brewing here, I think, and you need to hear about it now first hand, before the story gets twisted by my idiot brother or cousin” Fran Getty says.
“Feds?” Charles asks.
“No, no, nothing like last time. It’s your nephew. That little shit Willie and him are in cocksucking heaven.” Fran continues.” I told you he was gonna be bad news when you got the idea to take that wanna-be animal doctor into our fold. That’s one good idea that soured fast!”
“How can you be sure?” Charles then asks.
“Seen it myself, just now, at your own house, at the pool. Pretty sure anyways, the curtains were closed but I can still see shadows, especially when the light comes in thru the skylights. Hell, play back the tapes when you get here, you’ll see!
Charles says: “Where are you now? Still there?”
Fran says:”Nah, almost to the main road, on foot. I walked up before daylight, been waiting ever since I heard the shit from my brother, then Leroy. You know I ain’t crazy like those two. I didn’t want you to come gunning for me whenever you’d hear parts of the story. I know I was to keep an eye on things while you were gone, but this is outta my hands.”
“What shit?”Charles asks.
“How much time you got to hear?” Fran then replies.
“Fuck” says Charles.” Get back to your garage, tell those two lunatics to keep clear for now; my business here isn’t over yet. I’ll be back before dark tonight; I pushed things ahead due to another business meeting I CAN’T miss tomorrow! Watch the road, keep an eye out for the both of them, and see what direction they travel if they pass by. Don’t tail them, don’t want any suspicions.”
Jenny finished her quick shower, the spraying noise had stopped. Charles ended the phone call. Less than a minute, nude, Jenny stepped from the foggy bathroom and pulled from the shared suitcase her planned wardrobe for the day. With Jenny barely using any makeup, the two dressed quickly, checked out, packed the car and headed to Aunt Millie’s lawyer’s office.
“You remember how to get there Charles? These one way streets, so confusing, of course you been here lots of times, on your business, you’d know.” She said as she patted Charles’s arm as he drove down Front Street.
The pair makes their way up to the lawyer’s office, they enter, and the lawyer calls them in to his office and says:
“This one’s a bit different from the other wills we’ve done these past few years. Being you was the only child of your father’s Jenny, and none of your Father’s brothers or sisters ever had any children that lived, all the monies passed down by your Grandfather, your father’s father, went to you, Jenny. That’s how it was all arranged, you getting it all I mean. You being the only direct heir to your grandfather’s immense fortune, you’re the only beneficiary.
Jenny says, “Yes I know, that was a powerful hunk of monies, when you add it all up. But we know that, Charles and I.”
“What makes this one different?” asks Charles.
The lawyer continues:” Well you folks still get the roughly two million originally inherited by your Aunt Millie, but your Aunt Millie also received monies from her close companion.” They all knew what that meant.
“And the monies Millie got there, she invested, quite shrewdly, as well as you Charles, maybe even better. It’s all here in black and white.” He presents the papers. “Let me see, totaling six million, in stocks, bonds, real estate.”
Charles then says: “I don’t quite understand, about this six million,, we get that too, right?”
“That part of the estate goes to a Mister Cole. A Mister Chance Cole.” The lawyer knew the connection to Jenny; it was in the papers there.
Charles Cole’s face turns red with stifled anger.
“Mercy!” says Jenny, as she touches her hand over her breastbone. She hardly knew the boy; don’t think she even met him maybe two, three times! How sweet of Aunt Millie to think of Chance in her will!”
Jenny turns to Charles, noticing his stifled anger now.
“Oh Charles, we got millions already, more than enough. I guess I talked it up big to Millie when I would speak of Chance for her to do that.” Jenny smiled as she shook her head sideways.
The lawyer says: “It’s all legal. Papers will be filed tomorrow before the end of the business day. Now if you folks will excuse me, I’m going to spend the rest of this Sunday afternoon with my family. Happy to come down here and open up for you folks, your family has brought a lot of business my way.”

Lying together, resting, snoozing, Chance and John awaken by the sounds of a fast passing rainstorm. The air rejuvenates the sleepy duo as they arise and naked, enter the house. A feast of more steamed veggies and yogurt with unsweetened tea were the menu choices, eating, leaning against the kitchen counter, talking about trucks, motorcycles, and current sports events, comfortably eyeing each other’s bodies, admiring the differing attributes each one had to offer.. The dishwasher is loaded once more, then John approaches Chance and flicks his middle finger at Chance’s cock, but misses due to Chance’s fast reflexes as he pulls his cock back out of reach.
“Lets get dressed and finish up that wall, the stone is in your truck still waiting. We’ll talk as we work “says John. “I know you must still have a ton of questions, it’s just that I don’t have all the answers.”

Chance nods and says: “Glad to finally get an idea of what’s going on Wil …….errrrr I mean John.” I figured I’d wait and let you start when you were ready. I knew you would. I was sorta sidetracked anyways.” They both tilted their heads sideways, half smiling at each other, Willie looking over the top of his eyeglasses. John finds his black shorts in the bathroom. Willie retrieves his from the pool house. The two meet up at Chance’s truck, near the double gate by the gravestones. Willie opens up the double wood gate as Chance gets in his truck and backs it up past the gravestones and stops near the unfinished stone wall. Willie closes the gates and catches up with Chance at the cab as the two now walk to the dropped tailgate. Still dropped from last night, the tailgate where Chance clashed with Leroy. Chance flashbacked, he remembered the pain, being doubled over, his cock fluttering, and the shaking by Leroy. The pain felt when his cock was slammed into the tailgate. He remembered seeing the blurry-eyed vision of the single headlight. Was it just last night? It seems now so long ago. Perhaps to replace bad memories, the passions from within Chance now flared as the two stepped behind the truck. He turns and reaches behind John, his hand clutching a thigh; John is lifted up and is placed on the tailgate, legs dangling over. Chance’s cock springs out again from the lining, cock assisted by Chance. He kisses John hard, mouth open, working the tongue in and out, hips thrusting forward, rubbing. He loved how John kissed. John’s hands now reaching for Chance’s cock, he straightens it to skyward and gives it a squeeze then flicks it with his middle fingernail hitting the cock dead on the tip! Chance doubles over, hitting John’s shoulder with his cheek, Chance gives out an “arugh”, then says “Black eye, you bastard” as he doubles over and grabs his own dick’s slit and starts a quiet giggle as he tries to rub the sting from his tip, softening quickly.
“Black eye? Where? You horny dog!” John says as he points to Chance’s real eye and then to Chance’s cock “eye”. Pretending to seriously determine which eye was blackened. “Show some respect” John says smiling as he motions with his hand to the two small gravestones.
John then says: “Let’s get this little job done. I’ll just slide the rock to the end of the tailgate, you take if from there, you know how it’s done, and where you want it to go, and I’m just here for the grunt work.” John says, going thru the motions of pelvic thrusting and pumping, as they both laugh. Chance continued his dick head rubbing. Before the sun was even overhead, the small job was finished. The two only had a mild work out, yet they were sweating profusely, due to the heat, the sun’s rays and the physical thoughts contained within themselves. John hopped down, stood next to Chance, they both looked at the wall, then each other, ending with a high-five!

 

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The Hunger Chapter 19:”The Good Life”

Charles and Jenny now were in the Lincoln headed back to Safe Haven. It was Sunday afternoon so the traffic was light.
“We’ll make good time anyways” said Charles.
“Yes, we’re going to finally spend some time with our sweet little boy” Jenny gleamed.
The thoughts of the six million couldn’t leave Charles’s mind. “What possessed that crazy aunt of yours to throw six million to that”,,,,,, Charles pauses,,,,,, “Nephew of ours? Damn, I never saw that one coming.”
Jenny paused, and thought a moment and said: “Saw that coming? Charles, I didn’t even know about that money, well I knew she got something from her friend, but never in my wildest thoughts did I even consider Millie had that much. You knew?
“Of course I knew. It’s my business to know EVERYTHING!” Charles said, his eyes glaring wildly.
“I had plans for that money, Jenny!” Somehow I need to figure this out FAST; I need that six million need it by the end of the month. That bitch!” said Charles as he now twisted the steering wheel, trying to contort it into an unknown shape, getting angry that the wheel stood up to the rage growing within himself.
Jenny now frightened at Charles, sat quietly, thinking of all her aunts and uncles that has passed, the inheritances she then received from each and said: “Charles I could be wrong, and my mind is frazzled now, you’re scaring me, but don’t we have 84 million to ourselves? I don’t know , ,, you’re the financial genius,,, but don’t we?”
“I invested it Jenny, invested it all. I needed that six million to cap a deal I’m about to make, to make tomorrow.” They’re coming here, tomorrow, to do the final deal! He slams his fist into the airbag, the horn beeps, the bag doesn’t deploy. The circuits were working overtime in Charles’s mind. He had to come up with a plan; he had to get the money. Calming down now, he also knew he told Jenny more than he should have. Certainly there will be suspicions brewing within Jenny. Indeed there were. The business meeting is tomorrow, Monday morning. Charles had five hours of drive time to come up with a plan. Once back at Safe Haven, he’d be preoccupied with the shenanigans between Willie and Chance.


Chance hopped back in his truck and parked it back out at the turn around spot. John closed and latched the double gate. The two then walked back to the pool area. Chance used the garden hose at the outside shower head spot to wash off the cum and other superficial stains on the vinyl cushions of the lounge chairs and the Spanish tiled floor. He eyed the pool house, putting everything in its place as best as he could remember. All the towels down to the laundry room, the pool area was back to normal. Chance then took John into the bathroom and drew a warm shower. This wasn’t a sensual erotic shower, rather just a cleansing one. Still wearing their shorts, they both soaped and shampooed each other, enjoying the closeness, feeling the relaxing waters, rinsing the layers of dried sex from their bodies, now, towels wrapped around dripping shorts, they entered the kitchen for ice teas, and to their safe haven of the pool house.
The still doubled chaise lounges were dried by the warm breeze and the two finally relaxed with their drinks. After a shallow sip and a deep breath John started talking:
“I didn’t know it, but I was being groomed by your uncle for a long time. It was him who actually got me the job at Dr. Peters Animal clinic. Not sure how he found me, later I assumed it was thru Charlene, now I’m not sure. Don’t really know how deep Dr. Peters is in, if he’s really in at all, only that now I know your Uncle Charles was paying Peters to hire and train me, get my brain attuned. Peter’s advanced me the cash for my Harley, well your Uncle Charles was the cash man actually. I knew this later on when he shoved the promissory note under my nose before he claimed he owned me. There’s more to that too. Your Uncle Charles has fully paid for my college tuition, in FULL. All my 4 years to start, anyways, in ADVANCE, the cash is sitting there until I’ll need it….. For books, dormitory, tuition. I’m reading advanced level chemistry books at home right now. I breezed thru the earlier ones. I signed on the dotted line myself, your Uncle Charles’s dotted line, before I got tattooed. Not sure how the Getty boys earned their tattoos.” John took another shallow sip of tea. Chance remained still. “Money can make you do crazy things.”
“Besides, I didn’t know how my folks would have been able to afford sending me to school. Smart as I am, the scholarships weren’t aplenty. Smart, what a joke, intelligent maybe, but I’m not smart.” John blinked away a tear.” Your uncle wanted me intelligent, not smart, so here I am, and there I was, up on the mountain last night beyond the rockslide past where Leroy had you, doing not the smart thing but the intelligent thing.”
Chance wasn’t sure what John was talking about, he knew though that John was a godsend up on that mountain last night. Chance sat there, puzzled, still unable to decipher the riddle of who John really is, what he was talking about.
“Let me just spell it out for you Chance: D. R. U. G. S.” said John as he counted the letters on his hand as he spelled it out.
“I operate a couple of meth labs up on the mountain there, your Uncle’s mountain” John said as he pointed up through the tree tops. Use the cycle to get to them all. Its not that I need a dirt bike to get to them though, I just couldn’t pass up a Harley. Your Uncle’s tentacles reach far. I’ll still be working for him when I’m at school too. Not sure if it’s gonna be meth, heroin or counterfeit prescription drugs. I wouldn’t be in charge there; just one of the grunts. It was one of your uncle’s grunts that blew away part of the hillside up there, the rockslide, a meth lab botch job. I didn’t do it. Someone before me did it. The Getty boys help in shipping, distributing. They’re small potatoes though, I overheard them saying that much. Leroy clued me in on there being a bigger boss, a bigger picture, bigger than all this” John motions with his arms. “I have to be careful when I talk to Leroy about anything. He could tell someone he and I’d be talking and then someone would want to know what for.”
“John, can you take me?” Chance said as he gazed up the mountain side.




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