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Unexpected Bayou Love 2
Jamie
All my friends will tell me this: Straight guys won't come through. I know this, of course, but a little fun don't hurt anyone. I'm a pretty boy and I can usually get the ones I want even if it is just a bit of fun. I haven't been on a date with a potential guy in a long time. One older guy thought I was going to "serve" him because he had some money. I never told him I have my own money and my mother, Mrs. Vivian Belle, prominent lady of Louisiana society, did not raise me to serve anyone. The younger gay boys think they're gonna stick it in my hole to get off. They ain't happening either!
I don't want people to think I'm ignorant but when I think to myself, I think in the dialect I grew up with so pardon the language. I'm much more polished in my public presentation. I got my nursing degree and am a Level 2 Trauma nurse. I'm professional and am very good at my job. My parents are successful people but I don't live off their damn money or my trust account. I take care of my own and, while I used to just not listen to them at all, we don't talk at all now. I'm not proud of it but it is the best I can do. They act like this is the 19th Century with society rules, reputations, appearances and what not. They need to grow the fuck up!
Now, Nathan was a wild card. I wasn't sure he would give it up but as soon as I saw him in the thrift store, I had to take a chance. He was graceful, not a thug. He looked sweet, not ego-ridden. He was fit, not a meat head. When he smiled, those beautiful lips revealed bright shining teeth. He was a hunk! Total hunk. If I only got 15 minutes with him, then so be it. It was worth it to taste his hot spunk.
And I'm just getting home after eating dinner and a text appears on my phone. "Hey, its me N. Whatcha doing?"
And Oh My God, he's actually texting me. And, without going into the whole conversation, he wants me to come over. He wants me to come over to his place! "Is this one going to take?" I ask myself. I change into some casual jeans and a sweater because the nights are cold right now. I'm heading over to his place. "His place!" Did you get that?
Two things I know going into this. First, don't expect heaven. Second, don't get out of the car until he comes for me. He doesn't want me alone with boys hanging around in the parking lot and I love the fact that he already feels protective of me, haha.
I pull into the parking lot and I immediately notice the guys he's referring to. It's a mixed age group. A couple of young boys, a couple of teenagers and one guy who is maybe 19 or 20. I wait in the car until Nathan arrives. He opens my car door and without saying anything, I get out and walk with him up a flight of stairs that leads to a balcony with apartment doors. There is an older man, a large man sitting in a large arm chair. He doesn't say anything to us. I hear the guys talking and there are a couple of sneers. He advised that I ignore him and we enter his apartment.
Upon entering, I was a little disappointed that it was very basic and showed no real style. I expected something different but the thing that really surprised me was the smell of ammonia.
"Um Nathan," I said, "what is that smell?" He laughed.
"That was a gift from my ex-girlfriend. But, hey, let's not talk about that." He stood by the kitchen counter which was clean and uncluttered. I approached. "I guess," he said with a laugh, "you want some dick!"
I was surprised by the comment and I giggled because I couldn't help it. "What?" I asked.
"You come for the big black dick, didn't you? You want the BBD!" he barked, twisting his hips in a circular motion. I began to crack up and so did he.
"Ok, you need to stop. Your cuteness already transcends!" I snapped. "I don't need you going crazy!" and we laughed some more.
"Hey, I'm just trying to acclimate. I don't know how this shit goes down," and we were both still laughing. I inched up to him and stood very close, closing in on his interpersonal space.
"Leave it to me. I know what to do," I whispered into his ear and I pressed gently against him. He pushed back to me and didn't retreat. This was a very positive sign. "You were fantastic this afternoon," I hissed into his ear. I ran my fingers down the sides of his firm torso. His body gave a little tremor. I giggled again.
"Dude, you must have some experience at this!" Nathan whined in a high pitched voice as I pulled the waistband of his basketball shorts. A beautiful semi-hard cock popped out and pointed itself at me. I smiled at him. He looked so cute and bashful.
"I can't believe I'm doing this twice in one day. I never done anything like this with my girls."
"And I don't believe they are as good as me," I replied. He nodded in agreement. I took his cock in my mouth and began a journey, a journey that I hoped beyond hope would lead to something other than blowjobs.
And I gave him a blowjob...he had that bitter sweaty taste that is so intoxicating. I could feel his dick tense as blood surged through its veins. I went down on him smoothly and sucked hard when I pulled off. His moans were as intoxicating as his scent. I pushed him to the barstool and he fell back against the seat. He placed his hands on my shoulders. I grabbed his tight balls, and massaged the area under them, just barely reaching into his asscrack.
I picked up the pace and his hips bucked, then I slowed and he dropped his head down toward his chest and I locked my lips around the head of his very hard cock and he let his head fall back. I went like this for what must have been 15 minutes and I was getting tired. I got him there, though. He made little noise, no fanfare when he began to cum. One thick shot hit my tonsils and I pulled off him and let him cum on my cheek and neck. I worried that a second big load would upset my tummy as it has in the past. He didn't seem too upset about it. He was gasping and groaning as I squeezed his climax to completion.
When it was over, he was breathing heavy but he smiled.
"Fucking unbelievable, man," and he smiled. I moved toward him and he turned his face. I kissed his cheek. "No kissing, dude. I'm totally not going to do that!" It hurt my feelings just momentarily. "All things in time," I told myself.
His body slumped into the barstool and he pulled the other one out for me. I walked around into the kitchen and found a glass in the cabinet and got water. Then I returned to the barstool.
"So, Jamie, what's your game?" he asked. I remained quiet. "I mean, what's in this for you? Seems I'm the one who's getting all the attention."
"Are you offering to reciprocate?" I asked with a sly grin, already knowing the answer to the question.
"Um, oh no, oh hell no!" he barked. "Sorry, didn't mean any disrespect," he added. I nodded then shrugged.
"You know Nathan, I'm a decent looking guy, don't you think?" I asked coyly.
"Oh yeah, I would think so. You dress nice, your hair is amazing the way it parts and slips behind your ears. I mean, you are definitely a crisp guy." I asked for the feedback, I know, but I was grateful for it. He was very flattering and I was reading the cards, so to speak.
"So, I have a hard time finding the guy I want to date. But in the meantime, I'm determined to have a little fun. And I don't have fun with just anyone. My tastes, are, well, el-e-vated," I enunciated clearly.
"How do I fit into that? I was just a guy at the thrift store. I don't get it. I'm pretty aver..."
"Oooh no you're not! I said loudly. "You are a very fine man. I noticed you the minute I saw you and I took a huge personal risk to tempt you the way that I did."
"I was joking earlier about my big black dick. You know I don't talk like that really, right? I'm not a player." I nodded. "Because I do think I'm an average guy. What makes you think otherwise?" he asked and I loved that he wasn't fishing for flattery but he was taking some interest in the subject. So many instances in the past I was already on my way home. Here, he wanted to "discuss" it. I loved that.
"So, Nathan, most guys are ready to move on about two minutes after they cum. I'm excited that you find this interesting. I think it makes you a bit "metropolitan," and he smiled when I said that. "But what I wanted to tell you is that in your world, you might be an average guy. Maybe there's a hotter black guy around each corner. You got black girls and white girls fighting for you all. But in my world, you are a god amongst your kind. You're fit, handsome, very sweet, very, um,... genuine. I have friends that would throw me under a bus to get with you." He laughed. "I'm serious, and the fact is, if you're interested in doing this, on the "down-low" and all that, I'm the only guy you do this with. Don't go sniffing around for other gay guys, you get me?"
"Oh wow, are you saying you would be up to do this again?" he asked with excitement.
"Are you saying that you are?" I countered. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"I just don't want to give you the wrong idea. I love girls. I never loved a guy and I may..."
"Let's not get into all that. I won't put any pressure on you but if I come here, we have a good time, act like friends, and I will be discreet." I extended my hand.
"Deal," he said. "And I need to make one thing clear to you. You don't come in and out of here on your own. I don't trust those thugs down in the parking lot. They Mr. Browne's boys whose mommas don't want them after they go through puberty. They are trouble makers and I don't trust them. They will not mess with me but I don't want you alone with them. Ok?"
"Ok Nathan. I got it and thank you for looking out for me. Very gentlemanly..." I offered.
"So, Jamie, who is Jamie? Where are you from? Not far from here from your dialect but maybe a little posh? What's up?" he asked. "Is it short for James?" he asked jokingly.
"I'm Jamie Belle," I replied. "I grew up in Fayetteville and went to Nursing School and work for Saint Mary Our Lady as a trauma nurse.
"Oh my God," Nathan growled. "That sounds pretty important. You see some awful shit?" he asked.
"Terrible," I said. "But I have the stomach for it and I think well under pressure. How about you?"
"I'm a car salesman," he said with a laugh. "Stop by and kick a tire or two!" he joked. He was so cute and personable.
"Really, you don't look like a car salesman, at least not what I think of them. You probably sell Ferraris or something," I laughed.
"Cadillac, Jamie. I'm the sales manager for Caddy. I love me some nice cars and I love the people who buy them. Will you please keep that discreet? Please," he said sincerely.
"Absolutely, Nathan. Thank you for sharing. I won't do anything to put our arrangement in jeopardy."
"I trust that. So, Jamie Belle, and, well, is it James?"
"No, Nathan, it's Jamison," and I took a big risk offering him that and he was very quick on his feet.
"Jamison Belle? Why do I know that name? I bet if I google..." and he grabbed his phone. I stopped him by taking his hand into mine and covering the phone. He jumped on that way too fast and I was caught. But maybe not so bad.
"Stop Nathan, don't do that. You probably have heard my name but I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me."
"Jamison Belle, he was president of the bank. The bank that just got bought out. That's you? Is that your daddy?" he asked with surprise.
"Yes, that's me," I said quietly, not trying to stir excitement. My father was president of Louisiana National and they got bought out. It ruined him. The community thinks he sold out and cost all those people their jobs. He voted against it but the Directors voted for it. It wasn't his fault," I explained.
"Dude, it's my job to keep up with the important people in the area. When one of them shows up on my sales floor, I need to know who I'm talking to. They like to be recognized. And one thing I know for sure is that the press has been very hard on your father. We see those news updates in our showroom. He appears to be a real southern gentleman and I could tell that..."
"It was his life. He was bred to be the president of the bank. His grandfather was one of the founding directors who started the bank. This was his life, or our life, so to speak. He loved his job and I feel for him. I'm not in touch with my parents these days because they don't...well, they don't approve of my life. My mother, so, she is a fierce thing. And I was supposed to be perfect and was considered to BE perfect for the first number of years and then I came out, everything just blew up. I got tired of her mouth and told her so and she suggested I take my "wants and needs elsewhere!" I stopped there.
"Oh damn," snapped Nathan. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to open wounds. Are you ok? Because, you probably as perfect as most parents ever get. I was nearly perfect," he said with a bit of humor. "Just ask my ma!" I was giggling. He pushed some long strands of my hair out of my face to behind my ear. The gesture almost caused me to faint.
"Yes I'm ok but don't get the wrong idea. I make my own living. I"m not a spoiled rich kid living off his parents. I pay for myself and I make my own decisions. Ya hear?" I asked.
"Yes, and I appreciate that. I don't have a daddy. It was just me and my ma and we're tight. She lives down by Abbeville. I played on the bayou when I was a kid. But I cleaned up and went to college and now I work for a major car brand. I'm right there with you."
"Wow, Nathan, I almost believe that we would be friends even without the fabulous bowjobs!" and he screamed with laughter.
"Who said fabulous?" he cried. I raised one eyebrow and he got quiet.
"You ain't wrong, that's for sure!"
"I need to go," I said. "I have to get up early tomorrow and tomorrow will be a long day. Text me if you want but don't fret if I don't respond right away. The job is demanding. But I promise you will hear from me. I promise," I said, hoping he got the message.
"Little man, I can't wait to see you again." He walked me to my car and we got an "awww" from one of the thug boys.
"Must be love at first sight!" one of them hollered.
"Shut the fuck up!" Nathan roared as I backed out.
"Them, not so great," I said to myself. "Him, well damn to hell, he is everything good in a man. Maybe there is a problem I don't know about. Perhaps there is a dark undercurrent. I can't tell but I like him...a lot. I'm in trouble," I thought.
Note: Readers, just to give you fair warning, my stories tend to go places. The characters will grow on you. There will be drama and humor, and as was seen in my last series, "A Stepbrother's Desire", there may be tears. This will not be a long saga but will run on for a few chapters. Stick with it and I hope you enjoy. Drop me a note anytime as I love the feedback!