In the Stacks
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In The Stacks Ch. 09 free porn video
Chris watched the big man’s sleep apnea come and go, as he often did. He never spoke of it, but wondered what it would be like, one day, to wake up and find Will dead. With Thomas’ demise, Chris wondered more and more about his own mortality, about his calling in life.
Being a thespian, Chris reflected, he could take on any role needed, from little brother, to lover, to mate. Yet, in his own drunken stupor, just a few days before, while watching Penny’s ass, he bared a small part of his soul that he never spoke of, and always kept hidden. He sat up out of bed, letting the sleeping man lay and went into the bathroom. He sat on the toilet and began to urinate, for he only stood to pee outside and when the toilet was so filthy he could not bear to sit on it.
Voicing his only concern in life, his jealousy for the genetic female, he sighed deeply, and did as he often did, wept. He had never told Will about this part of his life. Will had always assumed that whatever cross-dressing he did was merely a part of his routine, or, as Will later admitted, that the clothing was that much more comfortable. Chris shivered and wondered what Will would say, if he told him about these feelings. He swallowed the wad of saliva in his mouth and shook his penis between his legs, letting every drip hit the water. His lower intestine rumbled and he passed gas, knowing what would happen next. While sitting there, thinking, he did not hear the rustle of sheets as the big man arose.
Will Marshall rubbed at his nose and licked at his teeth. He had woken the moment Chris had left the bed, and could sense him brooding. He took several deep, long breaths, and reached a trembling left hand out toward the nightstand. The edema in his feet and ankles had yet to form, but it would in only a short amount of time of standing. Will knew this, paced himself. He had to be careful, because the bilateral chrondomalacia that kept him in near constant pain would set in very shortly.
He reached into the drawer beside the bed, unscrewed the vial of Vicodins and took two extra strength, a total of 1500mg of the drug. Enough that it would have kept Chris unconscious for several hours, enough to take away the big man’s pain. This he washed down with scotch, single malt. He was thankful that Chris never nagged him about his drinking. Carefully, after watching where he put his feet, Will stood, a leviathan amongst the flood of strew clothes on his side of the bed. He heard the emptying of Chris’s bowels and pondered asking his love if he would like a good sound fucking. Will’s stubby, thick cock became slightly aroused at the thought of this, and he tromped toward the bathroom.
Chris heard the tromping a mile away and cleaned himself. When Will came through the bathroom door, he smiled at him, a winning smile that he borrowed from Penny, for he felt so low.
‘Hey big guy,’ Chris said.
‘Hey love,’ Will replied. He loomed over Chris now fully hard. Despite the protestations of his back in serious pain he leaned over and kissed Chris softly on the lips. Chris’s thin, baby smooth cock popped up in response. Will was always tender, always kind.
‘How my big grizzly bear this morning?’ Chris asked.
‘The usual aches and pains. Shower?’ Will asked.
Chris nodded. He always showered after he had a bowel movement. While the thought of remaining in the bathroom with the smell was a turn off, the size and power of the big man was a turn on. Will was his Rock of Gibraltar in both stature and emotions. While Chris could fall apart, Will would pick him up, dust him off and help with whatever needed to occur.
Will leaned over, his enormous tummy leaning out, the pouch of fat having grown a bit larger especially this last year. Chris watched it, fascinated. He never cared about Will’s tummy until the last six months or so ago when it was getting so big to prevent parts of their sex life. Will did some research, they experimented with some positions and made love in different ways. The steam from the ultra hot shower poured up, and Will, on a lark, tossed some shampoo in the water basin, making some frothy bubbles. He smiled like a little kid.
Chris shook his head and rolled his eyes in a manner.
‘Crazy man,’ he said.
‘Only for you,’ Will replied.
Chris flushed red, then the toilet before he stood, and stepped into the hot water. Will had held the curtain open for him, and let Chris take the first wash. Will watched as the spray hit the base of his neck, saw the momentary sorrow in Chris’s face, and then the hot water take what he was thinking about away. Softly he stroked his face under the base of his eyes with both his hands and smiled his big gentle smile with it’s crooked teeth.
‘What’s on your mind, love?’ Will asked.
Chris shrugged.
‘The funeral?’ Will offered. ‘Should be a quick one. I know the nursing home offered to have a service, but we declined it as dad never knew anyone there. The RAF is flying in to take the body to be buried on British soil. I expect mom will want to be buried there too.’
Chris tilted his head.
‘Neither ever got their citizenship. I’m a dual, as you know.’
Chris nodded and then turned and muttered, ‘And you?’
‘Cook me. Fry me in my own lard, you’ll have plenty of ashes to feed the roses,’ He said.
Chris nodded again.
‘What’s on your mind, Chris?’ Will asked, looking him square in the eyes.
‘Do you find Penny attractive?’ Chris asked him, brazenly.
‘She’s all right. I’d be afraid of breaking her, honestly. You’re about as thin as I can take them. Besides, I’ve got you, I don’t need more.’
‘You never think about fucking girls?’ Chris said, prodding him.
‘Not particularly. Not when your ass is so fuckable, no.’ Will said.
Chris gave him a half smile.
‘What’s on your mind, Chris?’ Will repeated. ‘You can tell me.’
‘I just, sometimes think that I wish I could be as pretty as she is.’
‘You just met her,’ Will said.
‘It’s not just her, it’s any girl, any real girl.’ Chris said.
‘You’re not a girl, you’re a very effeminate man.’ Will shrugged, ‘I’ve said this before, that you’ve kind of backed yourself into a corner with your own behavior.’
‘I know, I know,’ Chris said. ‘Sometimes, though I just think about other things, other paths my life might have taken, had I not known you.’
They exchanged places, the big man still facing him, letting the just-shy-of-scorching hot water hit his lower back. Chris watched him, his body with it’s large, fat-laden breasts and wondered what it would be like to have breasts. Will turned to one side, and urinated in the shower, peeing a strong stream of foul-smelling piss. Chris overlooked this faux paus as usual and swallowed.
‘Would it bother you if I dressed more like a girl?’ He asked.
‘Not in the least. I don’t care how you dress, Chris. I love you for you. Please, don’t ever doubt my concern for you, my love for you.’ He took Chris’s hand in his and looked into his eyes. ‘From you I learned that love isn’t about gender, it’s about feelings and emotions and allowing them to happen. That’s a gift that I will be forever in your debt. It’s one of the reasons when you proposed why I started bawling like a three year old. It is my fondest memory of our love.’
Chris smiled, ‘do you get the significance of the day that I proposed to you on?’
Will blinked and was taken aback. ‘Let me think. About the second week in November, right?’
Chris smiled back on him. ‘The Thirteenth of November. Ring any bells?’
Will shook his head sadly, afraid that he’d missed something horribly important.
‘The Thirteenth is Sadie Hawkins day. If a girl catches a guy, he’s got to marry her.’
Will laughed.
‘You caught me a long time ago,’ he paused, smiled and added, ‘girl.’
Will watched Chris’s eyes get big, and wide. He’d always thoug
ht of Chris as male, but, especially in the last few months, ever since the proposal and the wedding plans, Chris has been acting more and more femmy. Not effeminate, not the act, but more girl like. He shaved his legs and body as a matter of habit, and taken to wearing a lot more female clothes than male. Will wondered what it was about, and was as accepting as he could be.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ Will said.
Chris nodded slowly.
‘You’re my girl, you understand that?’ Will said. It was as if these words created an enormous difference in height, as if Will were now seven feet tall and Chris was barely five. The towering, shadow of the big man, blotting out the hot spray of water and the overhead light as his words began the dance.
Chris licked his lips. He wanted to say how he wanted to wear a wedding dress to his wedding, but it didn’t come out. He squeaked, he did what no stage person ever wants to do, he flubbed his line.
Will swooped in with his lips, and licked Chris’s mouth.
Chris smiled widely as the tenderness.
‘Now then, girl, I think you have some work to do. I think you need to take care of your man, don’t you?’ Will whispered.
Chris nodded in his quick soft manner. He felt Will’s hands on his shoulders, pushing down, felt the growl from Will’s lungs and throat long before it came out of his mouth.
‘On your knees, girl.’
Chris knelt. Will’s thick phallus jutted out. Chris’s lips trembled and then took the head into his mouth.
‘Oh yeah, that’s my girl.’ Will said.
Chris sucked on the thick cock, pressing his face into the big man’s tummy. He felt the glans go into his mouth, felt the head of the cock rub against the back of the throat, filling it.
Will grunted and began to skull fuck Chris, pounding his face with the thick sausage. Chris’s tight lips were pure pleasure to him, and he already felt the urge to ejaculate.
‘Well girl, I think you’re going to get breakfast early, you swallow it all down like a good girl, and your I’ll take care of you.’
Chris nodded, not really caring about a reciprocal blow job, and not really caring whether or not he got to fuck Will. He wanted that thick load of creamy semen in his mouth. For these few moments, on his knees, he felt female, felt submissive, felt lesser. It stimulated him on a deep, soulful level. His mind flashed to a thought of Penny up on that hanging harness, being spanked and beaten. He whimpered audibly at the thought, his mouth moving in just that proper way, and was rewarded with a huge load of semen in his mouth. The thick, rich, salty fluid threatened to blow his head off his shoulders, unless he swallowed, and so he did, making a lout, obnoxious gulping noise.
‘Such a fine cocksucker I have. Lick it dry.’
Chris licked it dry, and then bodily lifted Chris up. His muscles, used to maneuvering the bulk of his weight were augmented by the weights he lifted at home. This increased the feminine element that Chris was feeling. Will tilted his head toward the curtain, and Chris slid it back.
Dripping wet, the big man didn’t bother with a towel, didn’t bother with a bathmat. Slowly he eased his load toward the bed, and gently set Chris on the edge. With a big paw, he shoved Chris’s shoulder back so his upper torso slammed back, causing the bed to shake. Chris was as hard as a rock and Will smirked at the thin, long, clean shaven penis.
Will’s tongue lipped at Chris’s smooch scrotum and Chris moaned. Will wondered if Chris imagined the hot breath on a non-existent pussy, the tongue dipping into the folds. Will decided to take it to the next level, and went lower, grabbing at Chris’s upper thighs, pulling them apart rudely. His tongue made it’s way down to the perianal area, and softly dabbed at the tip of Chris’s rosebud.
Chris’s response was to gasp, and a soft trickle of preseminal fluid came from the tip of his penis, which neither man touched at the moment.
Will took his time, taking small, gentle nibbles at the ultra-clean spincher. He knew, from long experience, the amount of pain Chris needed to feel the sensation was minimal, it was a matter of pure pleasure when the tongue went into the tight hole.
‘Does my girl like her pussy being eaten?’ Will asked.
‘Y-yes.’ Chris gasped.
‘Yes what?’ Will chided.
Chris spoke instinctively, the word of the male figure he most wanted yet never had in his life.
‘Daddy.’ Chris said.
Will was surprised this was the word, expecting master, expecting sir or anything of that nature. Daddy was new, and he wasn’t entirely sure he liked the idea of it, but nonetheless went with the flow.
‘That’s right, Chrissy. You’re daddy’s little girl. You’re daddy’s toy, just for Daddy’s pleasure.’ He said, and returned to lapping at Chris’s ass like a hungry lion eating it’s kill. He was thankful for Chris’s cleanliness and at a certain point he rose up, and pulled Chris on the floor.
Chris’s eyes got big as he felt his asscheeks pulled apart. With no lubricant other than saliva Will mounted him, fucking him on the floor without a care in the world. Will’s right hand grabbed at Chris’s shaft, pumping it slowly, teasing it, but never did his eyes leave Chris’s. The clench of Chris’s tight butt around his thick cock did it’s work, and Will could feel the tension in Chris’s balls mount.
‘My little girl going to come for daddy?’ He said, smiling.
‘Yes daddy, oh, yes!’ Chris cried out.
The spray of semen struck Chris in the face and drenched his upper torso as Will growled loudly, his second load, firing hot into Chris’s butt. It was one of the most powerful pieces of intimacy that the two men shared with one another.
Will panted, sweat perspiring from him.
‘I think we need to go back into the shower.’
Chris nodded, and was quiet for most of the morning, through the funeral, and only became talkative in the later afternoon, once they had all relocated back at the Marshall house.
***
At eleven o’clock the first three chimes of the Hello Kitty bright pink alarm clock intoned and Trinity’s large fist tapped it soundly. It replied to her, in it’s high-pitched, ‘good morning’ and she muttered at it.
Violet’s voice was barely audible. ‘You’re really going?’
‘Yeah. Mrs. Marshall said I could and I’m gonna. I really liked the old guy,’ Trinity replied, sitting up in the small twin bed. She rubbed her eyes, then her large pendulous breasts and slapped a handful of Icy-Hot on the back of her neck. Trinity was not a day person by any means, and to get up at what she viewed as an unholy hour took every erg of energy she could muster. Still, for the passing of her old people, she’d do what it took, no matter what.
Violet’s son, James was at school so Trinity had no qualms about padding naked to the bathroom and into the shower. While she was only slightly more conservative around James, it was merely because he was sixteen and squeamish about his own sexuality at this point. She soaped her body in the super-hot water, and started to become alive.
After logging into her email account and reading the final driving details that Marilyn had sent her that morning, she then felt safe about where she was going. Trinity would be the first to admit that she was a reckless driver and that she took far too many chances, but one of them was not getting lost. A pot of coffee and three clove cigarettes later, Trinity was as alive as she was going to get. The Funeral was scheduled for one o’clock, and Trinity did not want to be late.
She pulled on her black jeans, leather chaps, a ragged sport bra and a black t-shirt. Her leather gauntlets and helmet came on next, but only after kissing Violet good bye. She slipped out to the cluttered garage and her Kawasaki Ninja purred to life.
She, Trinity and James all occupied a small home in the side community of Brush Prairie, Washington. It’s rolling farmla
nds were perfect for night motorcycle riding and Violet enjoyed the simplicity of the country life. James, on the other hand, did not have many children his age to mingle with, and spent the majority of his time playing video games, much to the chagrin of both of them. Soon he would be able to drive, and they hoped that he would get out more, and at least express some interest in the opposite gender.
Trinity hit sixty-five as soon as she could, her bike weaving the curves without a care. Eventually she found herself on the arterial to Interstate Two-oh-Five and from there into the major metropolitan city of Portland, Oregon. On the East side of town, was a huge cemetery, and Trinity supposed that Thomas would be interred there.
She saw the signs posted at the cemetery gate and took position next to a tree. Her helmet was in one hand, and she was so far distant that she had hoped to not be noticed. Trinity was a quirky creature and viewed her participation as one of quiet observation. To her, Thomas was a fallen comrade, a person she knew intimately, almost like a lover. That and she always cried at funerals and didn’t want to be seen.
The seven gun salute was traditional in British military funerals, and it was rare that the Union Jack was draped over the coffin. It was folded in the proper military manner, placed in a zip case and handed to Marilyn. She accepted it gratefully, and then read from Kipling, from Thomas’s own book, that had traveled with him from England, all over the world, and would now return with him to their native soil. She gave the book to one of the officers who in turn put it into the coffin.
They watched the coffin as it was re-loaded into the hearse and it went to the airport on a military flight to England.
Trinity then realized that Thomas would be returning to his native England and she smiled. Good old Tom, finally going home at last. She looked down at the quartet of family members and wondered who the blonde in the pant suit was. Whoever she was, Trinity mused, she was a good catch for Marilyn’s son.
When the hearse pulled away, she straddled her ninja and waited to see the procession. It was a small grouping, and she waited until Marilyn was loaded into her caddy. Penny drove and Marilyn rode on the passengers side on the rear, Will in the back next to her. Chris rode next to Penny, and even as they approached, Trinity never thought of him as anything other than Will’s girlfriend.
Penny drove slowly and carefully. They passed Trinity, and Marilyn turned toward her as they eased around the bend, the black lace netting of a classic widow framing her face. She looked Trinity squarely in the eye and nodded, mouthing the words, ‘thank you’ softly.
Trinity answered the nod.
One gone, Trinity mounted her mechanical beast and followed them toward Vancouver, and only when they came to the SR-14 exit did she pass them, giving a sharp salute to Penny, and kicked it up to eighty in a powerful surge. Down the hill from Mill Plain, she swerved off onto the Vancouver Mall exit, then took a right to bring her to the Tap Tavern.
At two o’clock in the afternoon, the place was dead, just the way Trinity liked it. She walked in through the rear entrance and took the place in.
To her right were recessed bathrooms, with a pair of badly-laid-out dartboards nearby. To her left was a seating area on risers. Along the center of the tavern were two billiard tables, flanked by a shuffleboard table and juke box. Beyond that, on the right hand wall was the actual bar. Ann stood there, frowning over a newspaper article.
‘Hey Ann,’ Trinity called brightly.
‘Hey Trin.’ Ann replied.
Trin sat her helmet on the bar and looked at Ann’s scowl.
‘What’s up?’
‘Dumbshit here is going to plead out.’ She said.
‘Dumbshit?’ Trinity inquired.
‘Henry. He’s just a stupid drunk, they’re allocuting him day after tomorrow, on Friday.’
‘How do you know he’s pleading?’ Trinity asked as Ann poured out a pitcher.
‘I asked him. He said Marilyn came by and chewed his ass out. I wish that bitch would just mind her own damned business.’
Trinity cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing.
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