"Shane get down here." Your dad called you.
You race downstairs to see your father and mother all dressed up for their 20th anniversary. Your dad is in a nice button-up tee and slacks. Your mother showing off her cleavage in a very revealing red dress, driving your dad crazy. Her figure is still intact after all of these years.
Your dad put his hand on your shoulder. "Now, son. I think you are old enough to watch over our beautiful home. But I and your beautiful mom decided that Trey Marker Jr. will be your home for the next two weeks. He told us he got a wonderful job for you, so you earn some money before you head off to college. See ya soon. Lock up before you leave."
You didn't manage to say anything. You have always been a meek, shy, law-abiding, and nervous guy. You had straight a's in high school, but no type of social life. You knew you are a reliable trustworthy man, but you follow your dad's orders. You leave your house making your way over to Trey's house.
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You walk into Trey's house seeing many sports awards on the wall. Many accolades, things that you desire and wish to have in your room. You see a picture of Trey's family. He, is a tall dark athletic man in his early fifties, his adopted Asian stepson, who has been gone for six years, his brother James who is forty-two but looks sixty, and their father Trey Marker Sr.
"Thank you for allowing me to hang around with you for these two weeks." You said gratefully looking at the tall black man in joggers and a rap tee shirt from the old past, the nineties.
"Yeah, I don't mind it. I have been missing a young man around the house. Why don't you go downstairs to the basement and unpack?" Trey studied your pale complexion, smooth skin, petite nerdy-like frame, storms like blue eyes, and light reddish hair.
You went to the basement to unpack your things. There sits a small bed with an enormous dresser that is padlocked over in the corner of the room. Big tv with a couch near the middle of the room for optimal viewing performance. You throw your bag onto the bed and then sat on the couch properly.
Trey said in his booming voice. "Hey, I am cooking some ribs. I will bring them down to you after I finish grilling them. Just watch some tv and stay put."
You yelled back okay as you flip on the tv. The tv came on with the moaning of two people having sex. An ebony man with a huge erect cock fucking a blonde Asian girl in her mouth. But as you continue to watch while trying to turn the volume down, you see the blonde Asian with a small little cock between her legs. You watch with your mouth open. That was Trey's old stepson. This seems to be an old recording from when Shin Sue was of legal age and having relations with an ebony man.
This little porno flick had you encountering a queasy sensation in your abdomen. You flip the channel over to another porno. This time there are words on the screen. Bbc is king. Sissies are weak for BBC. Bbc is what you craved. Behind the phrases, women/shemales reaping the benefits of getting railed by huge black cocks. The women say slurs as they ride the ebony color cocks. The shemales getting lifted in full Nelsons as they get carried and clutched in the air like they weigh nothing.
You flip the channel again, but this time the flat screen asks you for the password. You confusingly type in BBC to see if that is the password. But no go. The tv still shows white, Hispanic, ebony, and Asian women getting stuff enormously full of hard glistening jet black cocks.
"Here I come," Trey said walking downstairs.
You quickly turn off the tv not wanting to get caught watching his porn. The weird belief of meddling in something you don't belong in flooding your system. You sat attempting to behave all nonchalant.
Trey put the food down on the coffee table. "Dig in little man." He pats you on your shoulder. He eats a large piece of meat, which probably help him maintain his extremely good shape for his age.
