“Rex Mason, come in,” Mister Minzy said when I stuck my head in his office door. “Come on
in and meet the new manager. I’m headed to the lake to do some fishing and just sitting on
my butt. I’m officially retired as of this morning, so if you want to tell me anything you
better hurry. This is Cletus Hooks your new boss.”
My first impression of Hooks was not that great. He was tall but he looked soft and
chunky. His large round head was smooth and shinny. Of course I couldn’t help but notice
he was black. I guessed his age at mid-forty. His handshake convinced me that he wasn’t
soft at all. He stopped just short of taking me to my knees.
“Welcome aboard, Mister Hooks,” I said when he gave me my crushed hand back.
“Thanks, Rex,” he said showing me a grin with a lot of gold. “Call me Clete. I’m not big
on formality. I understand you’re the go-to man around here. Curtis tells me you are his
good right arm. I’m counting on you to do the same for me.”
I assured him I would be his right arm and spent the rest of the afternoon showing him
around the place. I was an hour late getting home. Lynn had beat me and was dressed in her
usual after work attire. Jeans and sleeveless tee-shirt. Around the house she didn’t
bother with a bra and didn’t need one. She was a perfect 32 with an A-cup. Her nipples
could plainly be seen because they were large, puffy, and super sensitive . A perfect
mouth full. I had caused many an orgasm just by teasing and biting her nips.
“Hi, honey,” Lynn said. She was preparing dinner. “Did you have a nice day?”
“I guess,” I said getting us both a cold beer out of the refrigerator. “Shit-for-brains
has retired and I met the new manager. Black man by the name of Cletus Hooks.”
“Oh, is he nice?” Lynn asked.
“I guess so. Told me to call him Clete. Yeah, he seems okay. Probably should invite him
to dinner one night.”
“Is there a missus Clete?” I told her I didn’t think so and that he told me he was
living in a motel until he could find a place. “You should invite him to stay with us
until he finds a place,” Lynn said. “We have plenty of room and motel living sucks.”
We finished dinner, watched TV for a little while, and went up to bed. When Lynn came out
of the bathroom I asked her to tell me about ol’ Nate Whatever.
“His name is Nate Bovee,” she said. “Why can’t you remember that? What do you want to
know? I was going through one of my several rebellious periods. You know, whatever the
authority figures wanted, I did the opposite. I had heard Pop bash every minority from the
time I was knee-high so Nate was a natural.”
“How did you meet him?” I asked.
“Oh, we went to the same high school,” Lynn said climbing in the bed beside me. “I knew
him, but not very well. One night a girlfriend and I sneaked out and went to a party. That
was when I got to know Nate better. When I first saw him at the party he was trying to
suck the face off some chick. She was from a different school, but I had seen her around.
Anyway, Nate and this girl were making-out on the couch while her date watched. I thought
it strange, but what the heck. Different strokes.”
“White girl?” I asked.
“Yes, and that was one of the things that captured my attention. The contrast between his
black and her white. After a while I drifted off to get some kissing myself. I mean, after
all, that was why I was there. The guy who was throwing the party was a college kid and
his parents were gone for the night. Of course it didn’t take long before everybody
started pairing off to the bedrooms and that was where me and this boy were headed. I
barged into what I thought was an empty room only to find Nate screwing that girl. I
wasn’t a total stranger to the sex act, but what I saw was an eye opener. Her date was
laying beside her sucking on her breasts while Nate did her and did her hard. My new
friend wanted to move on, but I had to watch the action. That pissed him off and he went
in search of easier game.”
“How long did you watch?”
“I guess it was at least half an hour. During that time Nate didn’t stop or even slow
down. He had that chick moaning and groaning and finally screaming like he was killing
her.
When Nate finally crawled off of her, he saw me and grinned. He asked me if I like what I
saw and I told him the truth. I told him it looked like fun. The girl’s date got her up
and dressed and they left. I figured Nate was through with sex for the night, but he
proved me wrong. We lay on the musky smelling bed and fooled around for a while. You
know, serious make-out. Nate was an excellent kisser. It didn’t take long until he had my
shirt and bra off. I came the second he started sucking on my nipple. As you know I can
climax pretty easily.”
“Did he fuck you that night?” I asked aware that I had developed a throbbing boner.
“I should say he did! Nate was the biggest up to that time, but he fit me nicely. I guess
the other chick was just a warm-up for him cause he did me until I couldn’t wiggle. I was
sore for a couple of days after that. Why all the interest in Nate? That’s ancient
history.”
“I’m interested in every aspect of you,” I answered running my hand under her shirt and
feeling her small hard boob. “Every part of your life is important to me” Her hand found
my hard dick.
“I should say so,” she said giving my cock a couple of strokes. “You seemed revved up and
ready to go.” I was revved up, but I wasn’t about to get in too big of a hurry. As it
turned out Lynn was apparently aroused by her story, also. She wasn’t interested in
foreplay. She mounted me and shoved my cock into her warm moist box. She rode me like a
rodeo cowgirl.
Lynn could almost always sense when I was about to unload and that time was no exception.
She stopped and dismounted and got to her knees, her ass sticking up. She demanded I
grease her up and fuck her ass. Of course that was fine with me. I got some lube out of
the night table drawer and popped her butt for her.
Lynn was one of the few women I had known that actually liked anal sex. She could come
from being butt fucked. She could also get off sucking my cock. Like she mentioned, she
was an easy comer. We climaxed within a few moments of each other.
We lay there enjoying the afterglow of a hot steamy fuck. After I got my breath I asked
her how many times she and Nate got together.
“Gosh I couldn’t even begin to guess. Dozens of times. On and off during the rest of the
school year and into the next summer. Nate was a year ahead of me and after graduation he
enlisted and went off. I never saw him again after that.”
“Was he your only black man?” I asked.
“No, I had another one my freshman year in college. Before you and I got together. He
was okay, but no Nate Bovee.”
“What made Nate so special?”
“Two things,” she said rolling over to look down at me. “He liked to make-out. He would
play with me for as long as I wanted and he never got in a big toot to get it on. The
other thing was his dick. It hardly ever got soft. He could screw for hours. My second
black guy had a bigger dick, but he didn’t like to make-out for very long and he was quick
on the trigger. He was always good for a se4condr romp, but he had to rest after the first
time. Nate didn’t hardly even slow down after he ejected.”
I guess that’s all good shit, but in all honesty a bit deflating for my ego. I can
sometimes go a second time, but I do have to have some re-charge time. I had to ask.
“So, how do I compare?” I asked.
“You are a great lover,” Lynn said planting a hard sloppy kiss on me. “The difference in
Nate and any of the others, is I love you. You make me complete and I thrill every time I
see you and I almost cum when you touch me.” Okay, ego inflated again and all was well.
***
“You sure it won’t be an imposition?” Cletus Hooks asked for the third time since I
invited him to bunk with Lynn and me. I reassured him again that it was Lynn’s idea. We
were on the way to my house.
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