know.”
“Fair enough,” he said, suddenly up on all fours, butt jutting
out. “Research away, then, Trip.”
southeRn FRied 47
I jumped up and knelt behind him, morning wood at full-
mast, hard as a tree stump. I ran my hands across all that alabaster,
the fine hairs tickling my palms. I gave his left cheek a thwack ,
then another, the red rising to the surface. He moaned, his hand
reaching between his legs, his dick pushed through, balls as well.
“If I’m gonna compete with Pearl’s grits I might as well cheat
just a bit, give you something extra to sink your teeth into.” He
laughed. “Only, please don’t use your teeth none, Trip; meat
might be Grade-A prime, but it’s tender enough you don’t need
‘em.”
I giggled. “Granny always said, if you’re gonna cheat, might
as well give it everything you got. Nothing worse than a cheater
who’s also a loser.”
He pushed his dick and balls even further my way. “Trust me,
Trip, this is everything I got.”
And I had a feeling he wasn’t about to lose, either. Meaning,
my mouth sunk down on his prick in a flash. Maybe faster. Again
he moaned, beautiful asshole winking out at me, heavy balls
bouncing off the brim of my nose as I sucked him off, his thick
tool pushing down my throat. He smelled of musk and sweat and
tasted salty sweet, his precome hitting the back of my throat like
a bullet. In other words, Pearl’s grits didn’t stand a chance.
“How’m I doing?” he rasped.
I popped his prick out of my mouth, my tongue lapping
around his ring. “Pearl’s grits don’t stand a chance.” See, told you
so!
I rimmed him out, yanking his cock, balls swaying, bed
creaking. He bucked and groaned, shoving his glorious ass into
my face. Then his back arched, a rumble rocking down his body,
out his butt, and straight through to my chest. He shot a split
second later, buckets of come drenching the sheets down below.
I backed away, admiring my work as he fought to catch his breath.
Then I hopped up, got myself a towel to clean it all up with.
He was already on his back when I returned, patting the space
by his side once I was done. I hopped in next to him. “Your
48 Rob Rosen
turn,” he told me, rolling over, his nimble hand making me hard
in two seconds flat, his lips pressed to my lips, soft as a cloud,
eyes wide open, locked with mine. He pulled away, stroking all
the while. “Morning,” he whispered, smiling as bright as the sun
outside.
His grin was infectious. I kissed him, every nerve ending in
my body shooting off, come rising to the surface like molten
magma. “Morning,” I echoed, with Vesuvius about to erupt. And
then promptly did.
He pressed his lips even tighter to mine, my moans pushing
into his lungs, his fist moving like wildfire on my prick, my load
shooting up, splashing across my belly. I squirmed beneath him
as he drained every last drop out of me, my body drenched with
sweat. Then he cleaned me up and plopped down next to me
again, both of us huffing and puffing.
“You know something, Trip?” he said, caressing my upper
thigh with his dexterous fingertips.
“What’s that, Zeb?” I replied, still panting.
“Shame I wasn’t working here ten years ago. Me and you
would’ve got ourselves into a fine mess of trouble.”
I laughed. “No time like the present, Zeb,” I told him.
“Besides, ten years ago, Granny would’ve caught us for sure. And
a mess of trouble is just what we would’ve been in. Multiplied by
a hundred. Last time anyone had sex in this mansion, Roosevelt
was president.”
“Which one, Teddy or Franklin D.?”
“Doesn’t matter. Point is, took me ten years to get comfortable
enough to do this; back then, I’d have been too scared.” I sighed,
my smile matching his. “But now’s the perfect time.”
Only, there was nothing perfect about that time, either, as we
were soon to find out.
Sorry, just preparing you.
Still, that particular hour
“Fair enough,” he said, suddenly up on all fours, butt jutting
out. “Research away, then, Trip.”
southeRn FRied 47
I jumped up and knelt behind him, morning wood at full-
mast, hard as a tree stump. I ran my hands across all that alabaster,
the fine hairs tickling my palms. I gave his left cheek a thwack ,
then another, the red rising to the surface. He moaned, his hand
reaching between his legs, his dick pushed through, balls as well.
“If I’m gonna compete with Pearl’s grits I might as well cheat
just a bit, give you something extra to sink your teeth into.” He
laughed. “Only, please don’t use your teeth none, Trip; meat
might be Grade-A prime, but it’s tender enough you don’t need
‘em.”
I giggled. “Granny always said, if you’re gonna cheat, might
as well give it everything you got. Nothing worse than a cheater
who’s also a loser.”
He pushed his dick and balls even further my way. “Trust me,
Trip, this is everything I got.”
And I had a feeling he wasn’t about to lose, either. Meaning,
my mouth sunk down on his prick in a flash. Maybe faster. Again
he moaned, beautiful asshole winking out at me, heavy balls
bouncing off the brim of my nose as I sucked him off, his thick
tool pushing down my throat. He smelled of musk and sweat and
tasted salty sweet, his precome hitting the back of my throat like
a bullet. In other words, Pearl’s grits didn’t stand a chance.
“How’m I doing?” he rasped.
I popped his prick out of my mouth, my tongue lapping
around his ring. “Pearl’s grits don’t stand a chance.” See, told you
so!
I rimmed him out, yanking his cock, balls swaying, bed
creaking. He bucked and groaned, shoving his glorious ass into
my face. Then his back arched, a rumble rocking down his body,
out his butt, and straight through to my chest. He shot a split
second later, buckets of come drenching the sheets down below.
I backed away, admiring my work as he fought to catch his breath.
Then I hopped up, got myself a towel to clean it all up with.
He was already on his back when I returned, patting the space
by his side once I was done. I hopped in next to him. “Your
48 Rob Rosen
turn,” he told me, rolling over, his nimble hand making me hard
in two seconds flat, his lips pressed to my lips, soft as a cloud,
eyes wide open, locked with mine. He pulled away, stroking all
the while. “Morning,” he whispered, smiling as bright as the sun
outside.
His grin was infectious. I kissed him, every nerve ending in
my body shooting off, come rising to the surface like molten
magma. “Morning,” I echoed, with Vesuvius about to erupt. And
then promptly did.
He pressed his lips even tighter to mine, my moans pushing
into his lungs, his fist moving like wildfire on my prick, my load
shooting up, splashing across my belly. I squirmed beneath him
as he drained every last drop out of me, my body drenched with
sweat. Then he cleaned me up and plopped down next to me
again, both of us huffing and puffing.
“You know something, Trip?” he said, caressing my upper
thigh with his dexterous fingertips.
“What’s that, Zeb?” I replied, still panting.
“Shame I wasn’t working here ten years ago. Me and you
would’ve got ourselves into a fine mess of trouble.”
I laughed. “No time like the present, Zeb,” I told him.
“Besides, ten years ago, Granny would’ve caught us for sure. And
a mess of trouble is just what we would’ve been in. Multiplied by
a hundred. Last time anyone had sex in this mansion, Roosevelt
was president.”
“Which one, Teddy or Franklin D.?”
“Doesn’t matter. Point is, took me ten years to get comfortable
enough to do this; back then, I’d have been too scared.” I sighed,
my smile matching his. “But now’s the perfect time.”
Only, there was nothing perfect about that time, either, as we
were soon to find out.
Sorry, just preparing you.
Still, that particular hour
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