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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,378
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 3
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 3
At the parking lot, Carson caught up with Keane. Keane took out his check book. "How do you want me to write this, Carson?"
"Make it out to Claviger, Old Friend!" He took the check from Keane and handed it up to Mark, then bid his friend goodbye and headed for the car.
Mark looked at the check. "Shit, Dr. Carson!"
"What's wrong, Champ?"
"This check ain't for $4. It says $4000! That's a lot of money, Dr. Carson."
"Hell, Mark, Old Tom won't even feel it. It's pocket change. But what really galled him was having to write it to Claviger. He knows his accountant will see it." Another vociferous laugh!
They made their way to the limo. "Hey, Harry, we won!" He yelled, setting Mark on the ground.
"I heard, Sir. Congratulations!"
"And it's all because of Mark's mentor and bedmate, Jody. He made the winning goal."
"Jody calls me his good luck charm, hehe."
"Harry, meet Cadet Mark Wilson. His friends call him Champ. Champ, this is Harry Tinsley."
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Tinsley."
"Harry, take us to the restaurant. Mark and I are going to celebrate the great victory!" As they rode away from campus, Carson and Mark began kissing and fondling each other in the back seat. They rode into town and Harry let them out in front of the most expensive hotel, which featured a fancy restaurant. "Name's Dr. Carson. We have reservations for two." Mark didn't remember Carson calling for reservations. But he was overwhelmed by the decor. Linen tablecloths, china dishes, crystal glassware, and a very solicitous wait staff. Carson ordered filet mignon, Mark a burger.
The waiter asked "Would that be rare, medium or well done, Sir."
"Shit, I don't know. The way Mickey D makes it." The waiter left shaking his head. "This is sure some super place, Dr. Carson. Thank you."
"No, I have to thank you, Champ. You've made me very happy today."
Mark had a huge ice cream sundae for dessert and got whip cream all over his mouth. He was about to wipe his mouth on his napkin, but Carson said, "Wait." Then he bent over and licked Mark's mouth clean, making the boy giggle again and several patrons turn their heads.
They left the restaurant, but instead of going back outside, they took the elevator up to the tenth floor. Carson took out the passkey card and opened room 1042. It was a large suite with separate living room and bedroom, an ample kitchenette and a beautiful bath.
"Shit, that's a fuckin big bed, Dr. Carson. Hey, that's my gear bag! How did that get here?" As he asked the question, Harry came through a door from the adjoining room, 1044.
"Harry isn't just my driver, Mark. He's my bodyguard, my secretary, my personal assistant. He makes sure I get places on time, and takes care of all the little details. Like getting your gear from your barracks. I thought you could sleep here tonight, that is if you want to. No force or coercion."
"Shit, yeah, I never stayed in a fancy hotel like this before."
"I feel like taking a bath, Mark." Carson started taking his shirt off.
Mark followed suit. When he was naked, Harry took the uniform, "I'll get this ironed for you, Sir."
"Jody and me always take showers."
Carson was naked now also. "I think a bath would be nicer."
"I already drew it, Sir," said Harry, who always seemed to be one step ahead.
Carson led his new little friend into the bathroom. "Hey, why do you keep poking at my ass, Champ?"
"Just checking, Dr. Carson. Jody said you had money coming out of your asshole." Once again, Carson produced his wonderful boisterous laugh.
Mark lay on top of Doc in the warm water, squeezing the man's erect cock between his thighs. Carson kept nuzzling Mark's ear. Harry walked in on them. "I laid your night clothes out on your bed. On your dresser are seven messages from the office. Will you be needing me any more, Dr. Carson?"
"Not tonight, Harry. Good night."
"Good night, Mr. Tinsley."
"Good night, Champ."
By the time they got to the bed, neither Mark nor Carson was ready to put on pajamas. But both were ready for some serious sex. They 69ed. They rimmed. They fondled, kissed and caressed. Then Carson spooned the little naked cadet, greased up his hole, and fucked him on his side. Mark was shrieking in joy, Carson was growling loudly like a bear. Yet Mark could also hear sounds of sex coming from next door.
On Sunday morning, Mark was awake but didn't get up. He liked resting in Carson's arms. He thought about his family, about the kids in his Sunday School, about Pastor Don. He considered sucking Carson while he slept, but just then Harry came in and opened the curtains, wakening his employer, who gave Mark a big kiss before saying "Good Morning" to Harry. Harry took two fifties out of his wallet and tossed them on the bed. Carson smiled, "Thank you, Harry. Why don't you call and order breakfast for yourself and Mark, while I take care of my shit, literal and figurative." Carson paddled naked over to the dresser and picked up his messages.
Mark requested pancakes. As they waited for room service, he asked Harry, "Why you hafta pay him $100, Mr. Tinsley?"
"I lost a bet. I bet Dr. Carson yesterday he wouldn't actually get to fuck your little boy ass. You see, you shouldn't gamble."
"Hehe, Dr. Carson doesn't gamble. He only puts his money on sure winners. He didn't force or co-herst me though. Hey, how come you knew he fucked me?"
"I could hear you two through the wall last night, Champ."
"Hehe, I could hear you also. You was having sex with someone?"
"Yep."
"Who?"
"Oh, no one special."
"A hooker?"
"You sure know a lot about sex, young man. No, she wasn't a hooker. She was a call girl. Her service sent her over. Dr. Carson would never hear of me hiring street walkers. That's really gambling."
"So she was a sure winner then." Mark grinned.
"Yep, she was."
The breakfast arrived, and they started to eat.
"Mr. Tinsley, Dr. Carson only bets on sure winners. He told me so."
"Somehow, he can see a sure thing when no one else can. That's why he's so rich."
"How long you work for him?"
"Since before you were born, Champ. Ten years ago. Now that time he really did take a gamble!"
"Why?"
"No one else wanted to hire an ex-con. But he took a chance on me."
"Wow! You was in prison?"
"Yep."
"Did you kill someone, Mr. Tinsley?"
"No, Mark. I was a gambler. Way over my head. I owed some guys big time. I tried to rob a jewelry store to get the money, but I was caught."
"That was Jesus."
"Huh?"
"Jesus helped them catch you, Mr. Tinsley, so you would go to prison so Doc Carson would hire you. See it all worked out. Right?"
"Maybe you're right, Champ."
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 3
At the parking lot, Carson caught up with Keane. Keane took out his check book. "How do you want me to write this, Carson?"
"Make it out to Claviger, Old Friend!" He took the check from Keane and handed it up to Mark, then bid his friend goodbye and headed for the car.
Mark looked at the check. "Shit, Dr. Carson!"
"What's wrong, Champ?"
"This check ain't for $4. It says $4000! That's a lot of money, Dr. Carson."
"Hell, Mark, Old Tom won't even feel it. It's pocket change. But what really galled him was having to write it to Claviger. He knows his accountant will see it." Another vociferous laugh!
They made their way to the limo. "Hey, Harry, we won!" He yelled, setting Mark on the ground.
"I heard, Sir. Congratulations!"
"And it's all because of Mark's mentor and bedmate, Jody. He made the winning goal."
"Jody calls me his good luck charm, hehe."
"Harry, meet Cadet Mark Wilson. His friends call him Champ. Champ, this is Harry Tinsley."
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Tinsley."
"Harry, take us to the restaurant. Mark and I are going to celebrate the great victory!" As they rode away from campus, Carson and Mark began kissing and fondling each other in the back seat. They rode into town and Harry let them out in front of the most expensive hotel, which featured a fancy restaurant. "Name's Dr. Carson. We have reservations for two." Mark didn't remember Carson calling for reservations. But he was overwhelmed by the decor. Linen tablecloths, china dishes, crystal glassware, and a very solicitous wait staff. Carson ordered filet mignon, Mark a burger.
The waiter asked "Would that be rare, medium or well done, Sir."
"Shit, I don't know. The way Mickey D makes it." The waiter left shaking his head. "This is sure some super place, Dr. Carson. Thank you."
"No, I have to thank you, Champ. You've made me very happy today."
Mark had a huge ice cream sundae for dessert and got whip cream all over his mouth. He was about to wipe his mouth on his napkin, but Carson said, "Wait." Then he bent over and licked Mark's mouth clean, making the boy giggle again and several patrons turn their heads.
They left the restaurant, but instead of going back outside, they took the elevator up to the tenth floor. Carson took out the passkey card and opened room 1042. It was a large suite with separate living room and bedroom, an ample kitchenette and a beautiful bath.
"Shit, that's a fuckin big bed, Dr. Carson. Hey, that's my gear bag! How did that get here?" As he asked the question, Harry came through a door from the adjoining room, 1044.
"Harry isn't just my driver, Mark. He's my bodyguard, my secretary, my personal assistant. He makes sure I get places on time, and takes care of all the little details. Like getting your gear from your barracks. I thought you could sleep here tonight, that is if you want to. No force or coercion."
"Shit, yeah, I never stayed in a fancy hotel like this before."
"I feel like taking a bath, Mark." Carson started taking his shirt off.
Mark followed suit. When he was naked, Harry took the uniform, "I'll get this ironed for you, Sir."
"Jody and me always take showers."
Carson was naked now also. "I think a bath would be nicer."
"I already drew it, Sir," said Harry, who always seemed to be one step ahead.
Carson led his new little friend into the bathroom. "Hey, why do you keep poking at my ass, Champ?"
"Just checking, Dr. Carson. Jody said you had money coming out of your asshole." Once again, Carson produced his wonderful boisterous laugh.
Mark lay on top of Doc in the warm water, squeezing the man's erect cock between his thighs. Carson kept nuzzling Mark's ear. Harry walked in on them. "I laid your night clothes out on your bed. On your dresser are seven messages from the office. Will you be needing me any more, Dr. Carson?"
"Not tonight, Harry. Good night."
"Good night, Mr. Tinsley."
"Good night, Champ."
By the time they got to the bed, neither Mark nor Carson was ready to put on pajamas. But both were ready for some serious sex. They 69ed. They rimmed. They fondled, kissed and caressed. Then Carson spooned the little naked cadet, greased up his hole, and fucked him on his side. Mark was shrieking in joy, Carson was growling loudly like a bear. Yet Mark could also hear sounds of sex coming from next door.
On Sunday morning, Mark was awake but didn't get up. He liked resting in Carson's arms. He thought about his family, about the kids in his Sunday School, about Pastor Don. He considered sucking Carson while he slept, but just then Harry came in and opened the curtains, wakening his employer, who gave Mark a big kiss before saying "Good Morning" to Harry. Harry took two fifties out of his wallet and tossed them on the bed. Carson smiled, "Thank you, Harry. Why don't you call and order breakfast for yourself and Mark, while I take care of my shit, literal and figurative." Carson paddled naked over to the dresser and picked up his messages.
Mark requested pancakes. As they waited for room service, he asked Harry, "Why you hafta pay him $100, Mr. Tinsley?"
"I lost a bet. I bet Dr. Carson yesterday he wouldn't actually get to fuck your little boy ass. You see, you shouldn't gamble."
"Hehe, Dr. Carson doesn't gamble. He only puts his money on sure winners. He didn't force or co-herst me though. Hey, how come you knew he fucked me?"
"I could hear you two through the wall last night, Champ."
"Hehe, I could hear you also. You was having sex with someone?"
"Yep."
"Who?"
"Oh, no one special."
"A hooker?"
"You sure know a lot about sex, young man. No, she wasn't a hooker. She was a call girl. Her service sent her over. Dr. Carson would never hear of me hiring street walkers. That's really gambling."
"So she was a sure winner then." Mark grinned.
"Yep, she was."
The breakfast arrived, and they started to eat.
"Mr. Tinsley, Dr. Carson only bets on sure winners. He told me so."
"Somehow, he can see a sure thing when no one else can. That's why he's so rich."
"How long you work for him?"
"Since before you were born, Champ. Ten years ago. Now that time he really did take a gamble!"
"Why?"
"No one else wanted to hire an ex-con. But he took a chance on me."
"Wow! You was in prison?"
"Yep."
"Did you kill someone, Mr. Tinsley?"
"No, Mark. I was a gambler. Way over my head. I owed some guys big time. I tried to rob a jewelry store to get the money, but I was caught."
"That was Jesus."
"Huh?"
"Jesus helped them catch you, Mr. Tinsley, so you would go to prison so Doc Carson would hire you. See it all worked out. Right?"
"Maybe you're right, Champ."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.