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 UNSHACKLED
The erotic Adventures of Dicky Johnson
(A Phoenix Club Character Intro)

A Porn Chronicles Special Edition

CJ BISHOP
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UNSHACKLED: THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF DICKY JOHNSON (A PORN CHRONICLES SPECIAL EDITION)
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For Malcolm.
“You Are”
 TABLE OF CONTENTS
…Then…
“A History of Bad Sex”
…Now…
“Age of Enlightenment”
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
Epilogue
 …THEN…
“A HISTORY OF BAD SEX”

It’s been said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. But Dicky learned early on that the secret doorway was
a bit south of the stomach. He’d never known a fine meal to take precedence over a masterful blowjob. Even a mediocre
blowjob overruled a gourmet feast. He had discovered that a willingness to go down on a man, suck his cock and enjoy it, was
the golden key that unlocked so many other doors. Even when the mouth was inexperienced—if it was on the man’s cock, the
man was having a good time.
Dicky Johnson deemed himself appropriately named and even found it rather amusing considering he had been born with a
natural lust for the male member. At far too young an age, when all the other little boys and girls had no clue what an orgasm
was and certainly not what one felt like, Dicky was secretly exploring himself. Had an adult caught him, especially his mother
or father, he may have been sent to a therapist, for such curiosity in a child so young may have been considered abnormal. To
Dicky, though, it was the most natural thing.
For being so sexually aware, so early on, Dicky didn’t lose his virginity until he was almost nineteen. And even then, it
didn’t live up to the fantasies of his first time. Not even close. It wasn’t at all as he’d imagined or hoped it would be. He’d
often dreamed of a handsome man falling deeply in love with him, taking him to bed, and making sweet passionate love all
night long. Dicky quickly learned that reality rarely lived up to such fantasies. He’d discovered that most men were sexual
creatures—not swooning romantics as the storybooks had fooled him into believing they were.
His first time stripped away any blinders he may have had concerning men and romance. Though not rough or forceful, his
first lover was neither sincere nor truly caring. He didn’t pick Dicky up and take him to dinner or go dancing. Not even a
movie. Instead, he took Dicky to an abandoned house, laid him down on an old dingy sofa, stripped him naked, and tried to
make him cum with his tiny dick.
Dicky remembered how uncomfortable the sofa was, his head half-cocked against the hard armrest. When Dicky shifted and
displayed discomfort, his lover paused. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” Dicky shifted again.
His lover chuffed. “Right.”
Upon later reflection, Dicky realized that his lover had asked him that, hoping he was hurting him. Perhaps he wanted to
believe that his lackluster equipment was still enough to cause a little pain to a nineteen-year-old virgin. It wasn’t. Dicky had
been somewhat concerned about the pain of fucking for the first time, but he barely felt the man’s little cock stabbing his ass as
his lover panted and grunted and thrust, fucking Dicky for all he was worth. Which wasn’t much.
When it was over, Dicky remembered feeling strange, knowing he had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed—and
wishing he could, so he could cross it again with someone better equipped and sensitive. But it was done; his virginity taken—
barely—by a man he would grow to despise simply because he hadn’t been the first Dicky had dreamed about. He knew it
wasn’t fair to despise the man. Dicky had freely let him fuck him. He suspected it was himself that he despised most.
To Dicky’s dismay, not much later in life, he’d allowed the same man another turn at him. Riding in his truck late at night,
Dicky’s hand between his legs, jerking him off as he drove the backroads of the jerk-water little town they lived in. His mom
hadn’t liked Dicky hanging out with the man. She didn’t trust him. Little did she know that the man had already deflowered her
son.
Dicky recalled one night when the man pulled the truck to the side of the road and began getting handsy. He removed
Dicky’s pants and underwear and lifted Dicky onto his lap, sitting him on his little cock. The man was extra-hard that night and
Dicky felt him a little more than before, though not much. He stripped off Dicky’s shirt and sucked his nipples as Dicky rode
his cock. Dicky was starting to get hard, too, and thought he might cum if the man could squeeze his dick in just a little deeper.
But his lover abruptly stopped the session.
The man lifted Dicky off him. He had been too close to cumming and didn’t want to blow his wad so soon. The man got out
of the truck and walked around to the other side and opened Dicky’s door. Dicky stepped out and the night air was cool against
his bare skin, but not cold. It was summer and the nights rarely got cold.
The man walked away a few yards and took a piss. Dicky thought he was trying to regain some control before they went at
it again. The man returned to the truck, his small dick hard as a rock and bobbing with each step. Dicky wasn’t impressed by
his body. Maybe if he’d been hot and sexy, it would have made up for the tiny dick. But he was neither. Dicky was with him
simply because there were no other options at the time.
“Get back in the truck,” the man spoke with a rasp, then smirked. “Unless you want me to bend you over right here.”
The thought of taking it from behind made Dicky feel vulnerable, so he opted to climb back inside the truck. The man joined
him and laid him down on the seat. He shoved Dicky’s legs apart and squeezed his tiny dick as deep into his ass as he could get
and fucked him hard, trying desperately to make Dicky cum without jerking him off. It didn’t work. Dicky grabbed his adequate
dick and yanked his chain and made himself cum. Disappointment and a twinge of annoyance flickered through his lover’s eyes.
Dicky might have pitied the poor bastard if the man wasn’t such an asshole much of the time.
That summer, Dicky rode around with him a lot—mostly because there was no one else to hang out with, and he kept hoping
the man would figure out how to satisfy him sexually. Dicky thought the man might ask Dicky to fuck him, but he never did.
Maybe he didn’t want to get shown up by Dicky’s cock. He never sucked Dicky, either—though he hinted around that he wanted
Dicky to suck him. Dicky didn’t bite—or rather suck. Despite his lifelong fascination with sex, he wasn’t ready to try sucking a
guy off. Especially this guy. Thankfully, he didn’t press the issue. At that time, all Dicky wanted was for the man to fuck him in
a bed. They had never done it in a bed, just the dirty sofa and then his truck. But the bed never happened, not with him.
Dicky was twenty-one before he had sex again. This time with a friend of his cousin’s. He was nine years older than Dicky
—in body, not mind. He was reasonably fit and, Dicky soon discovered, far more endowed than the first guy he’d fucked.
Dicky tingled with excitement at the notion of getting fucked with such a big cock—something he could actually feel. And when
it happened, the size stole his breath… but no fireworks went off. The guy had the equipment, he just didn’t know how to use it.
Still, Dicky liked him well enough, and he loved to fuck, so they did it a lot.
Dicky’s first time with the guy was quick and frenzied. They were in his cousin’s spare bedroom. Bunk beds were set up
and they used the bottom bunk. The guy was so eager and fucked Dicky wildly, unable to control himself. They clung together,
Dicky’s fingers gouging his back as his enthusiastic lover drilled his ass with his engorged cock. The guy tensed up, about to
cum—when the bed broke. They laughed, dragged the mattress onto the floor, and finished fucking. The guy’s big dick felt
good, but he wasn’t skilled at hitting Dicky’s sweet spot.
Except for that one morning when he got the angle just right.
The guy was behind Dicky, spooning his body. As it was every morning, his large cock was hard as steel. He nuzzled the
back of Dicky’s neck as he lubed his dick and squeezed it into Dicky’s ass. They both gasped a little and Dicky gripped the
lower frame of the bunkbed and pressed his ass to his lover. The guy grabbed his hips and fucked him deep and hard with
controlled strokes, gliding his hard meat in and out of Dicky’s tight hole.
Dicky shuddered and stroked his ass on his dick, his breath quickening as his own cock hardened and throbbed. “Oh, my
god…” he whispered unevenly. “Right there… you’re gonna make me cum…” He’d never cum before without touching
himself, but his dick was leaking, and his balls were tight as his loins burned.
His lover thrust harder, pushing his dick in extra deep, grinding Dicky’s magic button.
“Uuh!” Dicky choked and clutched the bed frame, his arms aching. “Oh fuck… yes… oh my god… don’t stop… fuck me-
fuckmefuckme!”
Panting hard, his lover pummeled his ass, his pelvis smacking Dicky’s ass cheeks. “Uuhh!” he growled. “I’m gonna cum—
I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!”
Dicky’s body locked up and white-hot heat surged through his groin—and cum squirted from his dick, shot after shot. He
clenched his jaw and held his breath as ropes of cum splattered the mattress as his lover fucked him vigorously and blew his
load inside him. Dicky grabbed his dick and pumped furiously, squeezing out the final drops while his lover continued to stroke
his ass, breathing heavily. When he backed off, his heavy dick slipped from Dicky’s cum-slick ass, dribbling cum across his
cheek and upper thigh.
The session left Dicky lightheaded and giddy.
Unfortunately, the guy wasn’t able to repeat the great fuck and make Dicky cum again, hands off. Dicky enjoyed his time
with the guy, but despite his endowment, he wasn’t a skilled lover.
The next man Dicky fucked, though not quite as large as the last, was a much better lover. To look at him, one might scoff at
his talents, for he wasn’t a handsome fellow. But on more than one occasion, he got Dicky off without the use of his hands. He
was good at what he did but still lingered on the immature side. They stayed together for a short while but eventually drifted
apart and Dicky moved on, still searching for that one man who could take him to sexual Nirvana.
The next three guys to come along brought back the curse of the little dick. None of them possessed enough substance to
bring Dicky any level of satisfaction. The second guy in that lineup was the tiniest and Dicky wondered how he even got his
dick inside him. But he wasn’t a relationship, merely a one-night stand to feed his horny libido. His itty-bitty cock fed nothing.
The last of those three, though still small, had affected Dicky on a deeper emotional level, which intensified his sexual
desire for the man. He loved to suck cock, so Dicky got his fulfillment either way. And Dicky loved having his dick sucked, so
he won out. Unlike the others, this man was forward enough to urge Dicky to go down on him as well. Dicky had yet to do the
oral deed and though he wanted to try it, he still worried about gagging. But being the man was fairly small, Dicky decided it
might be best to start with him, start small.
Half-drunk on wine, sitting in his truck out front of Dicky’s house, he went down on the man for the first time. Dicky had
read a lot about giving head and watched a ton of gay porn, so he wasn’t clueless as to what to do.
Dicky leaned down and took the man’s cock in his mouth, squeezed his lips around the base, sucked hard and pulled
upward. He repeated this over and over until the guy was panting and gasping and swearing and trying to fuck Dicky’s mouth.
“Stop…” the man rasped, breathless.
Dicky raised his head and licked his lips. “Did I do it wrong?”
The man chuckled and wiped his damp face. “Wrong? No. In fact, I think you’re lying about having never sucked cock
before, because that was…” He exhaled hard and grinned. “Fuck, I almost came in your mouth.” He kissed Dicky. “Boy, you
are a natural-born cocksucker.”
His praise made Dicky feel good that he hadn’t bombed out on his first try. In fact, had been damn good.
That same night, they’d gone into Dicky’s bedroom, stripped naked, and the man had sucked Dicky’s cock with fervor,
getting him off good and hard. After swallowing Dicky’s load, he’d fucked Dicky with a measure of passion. It was a decent
session, the one Dicky remembered most fondly about that particular lover.
They clung to each other, and the man fucked him hard, delivering a level of pleasure and satisfaction, then filled Dicky
with a load of cum.
After that night, they hooked up now and then, a couple of times at his lover’s place. He had a sort of girlfriend in another
state, but she knew nothing of Dicky and the things they did together. Dicky wondered if she even knew her boyfriend was Bi.
Probably not.
Dicky didn’t feel like the other woman, per se—the guy wasn’t exclusive to his girlfriend, though she may have believed
so. But that was her issue with the man, not Dicky’s.
Once, while at his house, fucking in his bed, the man slid down between Dicky’s thighs, spread his legs wide, and squinted
up at him. “Have you ever been fisted?”
Dicky swallowed. “No…”
“You’re not a full-fledged gay man until you take a fist.”
“Um…” Dicky shifted uneasily. “I-I don’t know…”
The man coated his entire hand with lube. “Don’t worry, the ass can take it.”
Dicky was skeptical. He knew a lot of men were into fisting, but surely, they trained their asses to take it—didn’t they? His
ass wasn’t trained, not in the least. He started to protest, but his lover was already squeezing his fingers into Dicky’s ass. At
least, he wasn’t going in fist first, but as he slipped finger after finger inside, steadily stretching Dicky’s tight little asshole—
the pain set in. It didn’t help that the man had big hands. Dicky resisted—inside and out—gripping the sheets, his body going
rigid with tension.
“Don’t…” Dicky gasped.
“Just relax,” the man murmured as he slowly forced his entire hand into Dicky’s ass.
Dicky couldn’t fucking relax. His breath came short and quick, and his eyes watered as his ass felt like it was tearing apart.
“Stop… please… it hurts…”
“It’ll feel good in a minute,” his lover whispered, breathing faster, becoming increasingly aroused. “I’ll make you cum like
you’ve never cummed before.”
Dicky didn’t give a fuck about cumming—he didn’t like this at all.
“I don’t… want to…” He swallowed thickly. “It hurts too much… stop…”
“Just give me a sec,” the man spoke with a rasp. Dicky’s ass stretched painfully around his wrist as he slowly made a fist
inside Dicky. “Here… we… go…”
Dicky was just trying to breathe—when the man hit something in there that made Dicky’s cock spring up with a massive
erection. Dicky gouged the bed and his back arched and he let out a guttural roar as the orgasm exploded through him on mind-
blowing waves. His cries rose and fell in piercing crescendos as his dick swelled so thick, he thought it would literally burst.
If the man had neighbors, they might think he was murdering someone in his house for the sounds coming out of Dicky.
“Oh yeah,” his lover panted. With his free hand, he began beating off as he licked Dicky’s engorged cock. “Blow that
geyser, baby.”
Dicky bellowed, screamed, and blew a load of cum straight up in the air—then another, and another.
“Yes-yes-yes!” his lover howled and shot his load onto the sheets.
Dicky deflated on the bed, his heart beating so hard and wild he could hardly breathe, every ounce of strength sapped from
his body… and his mind numb.
The man removed his hand and went into the bathroom, washed his hands, and returned, lying down beside Dicky. He
kissed Dicky’s parted lips and grinned against his mouth. “What’d I tell you?”
Dicky stared at the ceiling, eyes glazed, unable to respond. His lover chuckled and nodded.
The man hadn’t lied about the orgasm, but Dicky had asked him to stop—and he hadn’t. He knew Dicky had never been
fisted before yet insisted on doing it without preparation. Dicky wasn’t comfortable with a lover he couldn’t trust. He wanted
someone who understood that no meant no and stop meant stop. This man did not.
For days afterward, Dicky could hardly walk and experienced actual pain, even shit a little blood. Soon after, they went
their separate ways.
 Dicky wondered how someone such as himself, who thoroughly loved sex, kept hooking up with men who neither had the
ability, desire, nor equipment to satisfy him. Dicky was growing frustrated—and annoyed. He longed for one great, mind-
blowing fuck. The one man who could make his toes curl and his head spin, who knew exactly what he was doing—and had the
cock to do it with.
He nearly gave up on finding such a man.
Until he met him.
 …NOW…
“AGE OF ENLIGHTENMENT”
1
Dicky met Morgan through his current boyfriend. James and Morgan had been incarcerated together, though not cellmates,
and became friends in the general population. Dicky wasn’t bothered by the whole prison thing. He figured a man who had
been locked up away from society might have a better chance of giving him what he needed and wanted.
He met James through a prison pen pal service and, in time, became romantically involved. James was a nice guy—despite
his crimes—and possessed a warm romantic spirit. James exhibited a modicum of interest in sex, and Dicky thought that—
coupled with his tender, romantic side—that was enough. The part of Dicky that wondered otherwise… he pushed out of his
mind, insisting James was the one. And it worked.
Until he met Morgan Riley.
Dicky visited James as often as he could, which was about twice a month since he didn’t live in the same city where the
prison was located. Through letters and over the phone, James mentioned Morgan—a large, African American inmate—who
had befriended him and even looked out for him. James was white and not a large man, and his crime—reckless endangerment
of a child—slapped a target on his back among the other inmates. Morgan protected him.
Once or twice, Dicky had even spoken to Morgan over the phone and instantly liked the man. Morgan was charming and
funny… and had a voice that did things to Dicky’s nether regions that he never confessed to James. Though Morgan never spoke
out of term while on the phone, Dicky picked up every word that Morgan didn’t speak aloud.
Soon after their first phone conversation, Dicky’s dreams of James became infused with Morgan as well… until it was just
Dicky and Morgan.
Dicky suffered some guilt for his salacious thoughts of Morgan, but not so much that he stopped fantasizing about the man.
That wasn’t possible. On Dicky’s birthday, he received two birthday cards from the prison. One from James… and the other
from Morgan. James knew about Morgan’s card, had even sent it with his own card. For the first time, Morgan was free to
speak his mind—and speak it, he did.
Inside Morgan’s card was a letter that described in raw detail everything he’d been dreaming of doing to and with Dicky.
By the end of the letter, Dicky was lying naked on his bed, covered in jizz and tingling all over, experiencing an afterglow like
no man in the flesh had ever produced.
‘James is my friend,’ Morgan wrote in the letter. ‘But the simple fact is—you’re too much man for him. He isn’t capable
of satisfying you. I don’t mean anything against him by saying that, it’s simply the truth. And I think you know it as well as I
do.’
Dicky did know it. He’d felt it from the beginning of his relationship with James but ignored it. There was no denying it any
longer. Still, he and Morgan kept it to themselves, secretly writing and calling one another, engaging in intense phone sex.
Somehow, Morgan could make Dicky cum two or three times throughout a thirty-to-forty-minute phone call. No man had ever
affected Dicky so powerfully.
The first time Dicky met Morgan face to face, he had gone to visit James. Though he desperately wanted to see Morgan in
the flesh, he hadn’t thought it would happen until Morgan was released. Dicky was pleasantly mistaken.
James was alone when Dicky entered the visiting area. They hugged and kissed. Dicky smiled and told James how much he
missed him between visits.
“I have a surprise for you,” James said.
Dicky raised an eyebrow. “A surprise?”
James nodded and grinned. A moment later, a large, muscled black man entered the spacious room. Dicky immediately
recognized him, as Morgan had sent him a picture. Even so, seeing him in the glorious flesh left Dicky speechless—and set his
loins on fire. His dick instantly hardened, and he hoped James didn’t notice. Morgan didn’t miss his rise to attention, the tell-
tale smile that played around the corner of his mouth assuring Dicky he saw everything.
Dicky swallowed hard as the man approached, heat sizzling in his dark eyes and a somewhat notable bulge in his jumpsuit.
“Morgan Riley, in the flesh.” James grinned. “You two have become friends, I thought you should meet.”
Morgan towered over Dicky and slowly licked his lips. Dicky shivered from his scalp to his toes. Morgan abruptly
engulfed Dicky in his strong arms, squeezing Dicky against his powerful, aroused body. His lips grazed Dicky’s ear, puffing
warm air. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered huskily.
Having missed that little tidbit, James laughed. “I forgot to warn you, he’s a hugger.”
Dicky could barely stay on his feet when Morgan released him, his knees wobbling like warm rubber. “I…” Dicky
squeaked. “I… don’t mind.”
Morgan chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating through Dicky and settling in his crotch. “It’s so good to finally meet you in…
the flesh.” Morgan squinted, a crooked smile tugging his lips.
“You… you, too.” Dicky cleared his throat.
“Mason!” a guard called from across the way and flicked his fingers.
“Oh.” James hesitated and looked apologetically at Dicky. “I’ll be right back.” He glanced at Morgan. “Can you keep him
company?”
“Would be my pleasure,” Morgan murmured with a smile.
“Great.” James trotted over to the guard.
Morgan directed Dicky to a table and the two sat across from one another. Dicky couldn’t stop staring at the man—and all
his muscles. Dicky had never known any black people, never been with a black man in the flesh. He’d heard the adage – Once
you go black, you never go back. Judging by their phone sex, Dicky was inclined to believe it.
“So…” Morgan casually reached over and played with Dicky’s fingers. “Here we are, at last.” His heated eyes raked up
and down Dicky. “In the flesh.”
“Yeah.” Dicky smiled nervously as their fingers intertwined and scalding shivers raced through him.
“Am I everything you imagined?” Morgan smiled teasingly. “Or are you disappointed?”
Dicky exhaled shakily. “Not… not disappointed at all.”
His answer pleased Morgan, who squeezed his hands. His voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Are you as fucking
hard as I am?”
Dicky swallowed and nodded.
“Do you want to know what I’d like to do to you… right here… on this table?”
Dicky whimpered and glanced toward James, who was exiting the visiting area. “Uh-huh.”
Morgan grinned darkly and leaned forward. “First, I’d chew off every stitch of clothing on your body.” He licked his lips.
“Then I’d go down on you… suck your balls and lick your dick till you begged me to put your cock in my mouth.”
“Fuck…” Dicky breathed. He’d heard all this before, over the phone. But the magnitude of the impact increased by
thousands with the man sitting right there in front of him, touching him.
Morgan released one of his hands. “Jerk off,” he whispered, glancing around. “No one will see.” Morgan lowered his hand
beneath the table and squeezed his hard dick through his jumpsuit. “Please?”
Dicky trembled, looked around, and discreetly slipped his hand under the table and opened his pants. His dick practically
sprang out, but he kept it confined and stuffed his hand down his pants, inside his underwear—his damp underwear. He
wrapped his fingers around his throbbing meat and stroked. A quiet whimper slipped up his throat.
Morgan smiled, his breath quickening as he massaged himself. “I know you want me to suck you,” he continued with a
tantalizing rasp, “but I’m not done teasing you. I flick my tongue against your piss slit… over and over… then lick up the juices
oozing out of your plump cock head.” He squeezed Dicky’s hand. “Are you oozing?”
“Mm-hm,” Dicky whimpered as he massaged the wet, plump tip of his dick, his thumb pad rubbing the slick juices into the
sensitive slit on the underside of his cock head. He shivered hard. “Uuhh…”
“Fuck, baby,” Morgan rasped. “I could look at that face all fucking day.”
“What… face?” Dicky moaned, his eyes heavy.
“That I’m about to cum face.”
“I am…” Dicky gasped softly, struggling to control his hand so as not to be obvious what he was doing.
“Do it,” Morgan whispered heavily and rubbed himself harder. “I’m right there with you, baby.”
Their clasped hands clenched tighter and Dicky rapidly rolled his palm around his dick head, over and over. “Oh, my
god,” he gasped quietly through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Movement across the room caught his bleary
eyes. James was headed their way. “Oh fuck,” Dicky panted and jerked his hand from his pants, hurriedly fastening up.
“James…”
Morgan twisted his head, his chest heaving. “Shit,” he muttered. “Talk about bad timing.”
Dicky tried to control his breathing. “I was so fucking close… right there.” He was afraid to move for fear even the friction
of the chair would set him off and make him blow his load into his pants.
“Me, too.” Morgan squeezed his hand hard then withdrew as James neared the table.
“Sorry about that,” James said.
Dicky smiled, feeling the heat in his face and hoping it didn’t show. “I understand. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” James waved his hand. “But we don’t have much time left to visit.”
Morgan stood. “Well, I should go and let you two have some alone time.” He winked at Dicky over James’ head.
Dicky desperately wanted to stand up and hug him but knew better. If Morgan touched him now, in any capacity, Dicky
would have an all-out spasgasm and probably pass out in a puddle of his own cum. “It, uh…” Dicky cleared his throat. “It was
real nice meeting you in person.”
Morgan squinted and flashed a crooked grin. “The pleasure was all mine.”
Dicky stared at him with a look Morgan read loud and clear; Not all yours.
That evening, Dicky received a call from Morgan, and they finished what they’d started in the visiting room. Afterward,
Morgan made Dicky a promise.
“I promise,” he panted through the phone, his words tiny electrical shocks snapping through Dicky. “When I get out of
here… I’m going to make love to you—and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
Dicky believed him to be a man of his word… and couldn’t wait for the day he made good on his promise.
2
Dicky stayed with James for fear of losing contact with Morgan. And when James was released, they moved in together.
Dicky made sure James remained in contact with Morgan and had even managed a few private visits with Morgan as just a
friend. But Dicky knew from the moment he met Morgan, they could never be just friends.
Their visits grew hotter each time they sat down across from one another. And every time, Dicky came away from the visit
with a load of cum in his shorts. James never put it together that the days Dicky visited Morgan, were the days he was most
active in bed. Dicky became an animal, fucking wildly—too wild for James. Oftentimes, James asked him to calm down—
something Morgan would never ask of him. Dicky had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out Morgan’s name.
Morgan wasn’t a fan of Dicky fucking James but understood that James was merely a surrogate fuck until Morgan could do
the honors himself. Morgan wasn’t fucking any of his fellow inmates—he was saving it all for Dicky. He assured Dicky that
their sizzling visits and scorching phone sex were enough to get him through until he got out. If he had been fucking another
inmate as a substitute for Dicky—Dicky would’ve understood. Going without sex was no easy task.
The day Dicky learned Morgan was coming up for parole, he couldn’t calm himself. His body came alive, and he got an
instant erection that wouldn’t go down, no matter how many times he beat off—as if he’d gobbled a handful of Viagra. He was
practically vibrating when James arrived home from work.
“Hey-” James started to greet Dicky as he came through the door. Dicky pounced on him, tearing at his clothes. He shoved a
startled James against the wall and dropped to his knees, whipping out James’ dick. It wasn’t hard yet, but Dicky didn’t care—
he just needed a cock in his mouth. “Uh!” James gasped when Dicky swallowed his flaccid dick and began sucking so hard, he
thought he might tear it from James’ body.
Dicky moaned and groaned, using his strong tongue to massage the underside of James’ meat stick while sucking fervently
with his whole mouth.
James swallowed thickly, gripping the wall, his breath growing quick and ragged. His dick stretched and swelled in
Dicky’s mouth. Dicky began stroking vigorously, his head bobbing. Saliva drenched James’ cock and drained down to his balls.
“Fuck…” James panted. “What’s got you so… worked up?”
Unwilling to stop sucking his cock long enough to answer, Dicky sucked him harder.
“Uh!” James grabbed the back of Dicky’s head with one hand, his chest heaving. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum…”
Dicky applied added suction and swallowed James’ load.
Sagging against the wall, James wiped his brow. “Shit,” he laughed low, breathless. “That was… intense.”
“Mm.” Dicky stood and licked his lips, then grabbed James’ face and kissed him hard, thrusting his tongue into his mouth as
he shoved his hard crotch against the man. “Let’s go to the bedroom and fuck our brains out,” he panted between hot kisses.
“I’m so fucking horny.”
James laughed short and pulled back, gently holding Dicky at bay. “I just got home,” he said, still breathless. “Can I relax a
bit first?”
Sighing, Dicky chewed his lower lip and cocked his head. He smiled. “At least, suck me off? My dick is so hard right
now.”
“Um…” James cleared his throat, that look flickering across his face. The one Dicky knew too well; the I don’t like to
suck cock look. Getting James to go down on him was like pulling fucking teeth. “How about a hand job instead?”
Letting out a slow breath, Dicky shrugged. “Never mind. I get it, you’re tired. Go relax. I’ll take care of it myself.” The
thing was—James wasn’t that good at hand jobs, either.
After moving in together, James admitted to Dicky that he was bisexual, but insisted he preferred men. The more time they
spent together, the more Dicky suspected otherwise. The blow jobs, James seemed to enjoy well enough. But when it was his
turn and he couldn’t think of an excuse to get out of it, he sucked dick like a reluctant straight guy and gagged if more than the
tip went into his mouth. And when they fucked, James almost always topped. Dicky was cool with that—most of the time—
because he liked getting drilled in the ass. Except James didn’t drill him like an enthusiastic lover, rather a mediocre
contender.
The few times Dicky topped, James didn’t enjoy it and rarely came, even when Dicky stroked his cock. And if Dicky went
at him at more than a moderate pace, he told him to slow down. Dicky got it—some gay guys didn’t like to bottom, some didn’t
like to give head—to each his own. But James didn’t seem like a gay guy with preferences. At times, he acted a bit repulsed.
Dicky wondered if he was Bi at all—but rather a straight guy who experimented in prison because he was lonely or
something.
Dicky was sure that James believed he had real feelings for Dicky when they moved in together. Sex was a little better at
that time. But he suspected James was beginning to realize the “gay lifestyle” wasn’t for him—and certainly not the gay sex.
It didn’t matter anymore—Morgan was getting out soon.
Dicky left James to relax and went into the bedroom. He stripped naked and crawled beneath the satin sheets with the big
black dildo he’d secretly purchased. After slicking the toy with lube, he spread his legs and rubbed the fat head of the dildo
against his tight hole, then slowly pushed it in. With his other hand, he stroked his hard dick. Morgan had told him his size and
Dicky bought a dildo that fit those measurements. He closed his eyes and moaned as he thrust the toy cock into his ass and beat
off at the same time, pumping his hips to the rhythm. The toy was made of Cyberskin and felt like a real cock, which enhanced
the fantasy that Morgan was there, fucking him senseless.
The fake cock head curved just right and stimulated his prostate as he rammed it inside his ass. His full balls tightened
further as the orgasm began to burn through his loins and knot his muscles. Dicky groaned and panted, humping the toy and
jerking off vigorously with reckless abandon, bouncing his ass on the bed. His body locked up and his head ground back into
the pillow. “Yes, Morgan—fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock! Uh-uh-uuhh!”
Dicky blew his wad with a strangled cry. Ropes of cum shot into the air and splattered down on his sweaty chest and
stomach. He gripped his pulsing cock, squeezing out a few more squirts of cum as he continued to impale himself with the
dildo—then wilted against the bed, breathing hard, the toy still buried in his ass.
“Fuck, baby,” he panted with a weary smile. “I can’t wait to fuck you for real.”
Muffled footsteps came up the carpeted hall. Dicky wondered if he’d been too loud. He pulled the sheet up over the top of
him and left the dildo in his ass as he crossed his arms under his head and closed his eyes.
The door eased open, and James leaned in. “Dicky? Did you call me?”
Dicky pretended to wake from a light sleep. “Hm? No,” he mumbled.
“Are you mad at me?” James asked quietly.
“For what?”
“For not… blowing you.”
“No.” Dicky smiled tiredly and squeezed his ass muscles around the toy. “We’re good.”
When James left, Dicky removed the toy, went into the bathroom, showered, and washed the dildo then put the toy away in
its secret spot. He was still horny, still wanted to fuck—fantasizing about Morgan—but Morgan’s parole was in two days.
Dicky swore off sex of any kind for the next forty-eight hours, wanting to be extra hot-n-ready for Morgan when they fucked for
the first time.
Dicky crawled back into bed, his dick already hard again and tenting the sheet.
Two days. It seemed eons away.
3
Dicky was asleep when the phone rang, and it woke him in an instant. James lay sleeping beside him, unfazed by the ringing
phone. Dicky grabbed the cordless off the base and answered the call. He was met with a recorded female voice informing him
he had a prepaid call from Morgan, an inmate in the state prison, and to press zero to accept the call.
Dicky glanced at James’ sleeping form then pressed zero. His heart raced and his body sizzled. He didn’t know why
Morgan was calling tonight when he was getting out tomorrow. Dread invaded Dicky; had something gone wrong? Was his
parole postponed? Even worse—revoked?
When the recorded voice finished stating that the call was subject to monitoring and recording, Dicky said quietly,
“Hello?”
“Hey, sweet baby.” Morgan’s deep, masculine voice came through the line and infused Dicky’s senses, sending an
electrical shock straight to his crotch. “Can you talk?”
Dicky looked again at James. He was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Is he there?”
“He’s asleep.”
“Asleep enough for us to fuck?” A mischievous tone crept into his voice and Dicky shivered.
“Phone sex?” Dicky smiled.
“For now,” Morgan said. “Until tomorrow.”
Until tomorrow. Dicky had wondered if tomorrow would ever come… and now it was upon them. So close. A spasm
quivered through his dick, getting it hard. The celibacy plan evaporated as Morgan’s sexy, erotic voice set him on fire. “Yes,”
Dicky rasped. “He’s deep asleep.”
“Are you naked?” That playful, hungry tone sent another shiver skittering through Dicky.
“I’m in bed,” Dicky murmured with a smile and slipped one hand down between his legs, rubbing his hard cock. “What do
you think?”
“Are you hard?” Morgan asked low, his breath thickening. Dicky imagined him rubbing his crotch as he sat partially
concealed in the cubicle. He could hear the sounds of other inmates talking in the background and a loud voice over the
intercom. But Morgan’s voice drowned them all out and captured Dicky’s full attention.
“I haven’t been soft since the first time I visited you,” Dicky groaned softly and squeezed his dick as it swelled in his hand.
“Can I lick your lollipop?” Morgan growled then chuckled. “Or will it dissolve in my mouth?”
A shudder ran through Dicky. “Oh, it’ll dissolve in your mouth for sure.”
“Mm.” Morgan groaned. “Let me at it. Spread those sexy legs so I can get comfortable down there.”
Dicky swallowed and released a shaky breath as he slowly turned onto his back and opened his legs.
“Hold that dick for me,” Morgan murmured. “Stroke it… while I get a taste of these luscious balls… so full of daddy’s
favorite drink. You gonna give your man a drink of your love?”
Your man. Something in the way he spoke those two words ignited a flurry of new emotions and sensations inside Dicky.
There was no question they wanted to be together when Morgan got out, but the connotation had always been sexual. Was there
more going on between them than either realized? Dicky shivered at the notion, excited and… a little terrified.
“Oh, yeah,” Dicky moaned. “I’ll give you all the drink you can handle.”
Morgan chuckled. “I can handle a lot.”
“I can give a lot.” Dicky smiled. He opened his legs wider and bent his knees a little and ran his fist up and down his hard
dick.
“Fuck, your dick tastes good,” Morgan whispered with a heavy husk in his voice. “Mmm. Can you feel my tongue dragging
up your hard meat… rippling over that delicious rope of muscle?”
Dicky shuddered and released his dick, then caressed a fingertip along the underside of his cock, imagining it was
Morgan’s tongue. “Yes… daddy…” he moaned. “Your tongue feels so good.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Morgan promised. “Lift your balls and let me at that hot little hole of yours.”
Dicky obeyed and cupped his heavy balls in one hand while dropping the other deeper between his legs. As Morgan
“licked” his asshole, Dicky rimmed the hole with his fingertip. When Morgan began tongue-fucking him, Dicky pumped his
finger in and out of his ass.
“Oh fuck…” Dicky panted softly. “Fuck me, big daddy… I want your big cock in my ass so bad.”
James shifted beside him, and Dicky looked at him quickly. He was still asleep.
“I think I almost woke up James,” Dicky whispered with a pant and a soft laugh.
Morgan chuckled; his breath ragged. “Shit, sweet baby, my cock is so fucking hard. Give me that tight little ass. Big boy is
in the mood for some dirty fucking.”
“Bring it, big daddy,” Dicky moaned.
“Do you have the toy?”
 “I can get it.”
“Get it.”
Dicky quietly left the bed, taking the phone with him, and retrieved the black dildo. He considered leaving the bedroom and
going to the living room where he wouldn’t be as likely to wake James… but the thought of having phone sex with Morgan
while James slept in the bed beside him made it feel more dangerous—and the danger of getting caught heightened the
eroticism.
Back in bed, Dicky lay on his stomach and pressed the base of the dildo into his pillow, so the thick head stood erect.
“Want me to suck you before we fuck?” he asked, his voice trembling from the mounting excitement. James’ arm was only a few
inches away and his head lay sideways on the pillow facing Dicky. If he opened his eyes, he would have a clear, unobstructed
view of Dicky holding the dildo against the pillow, ready to plunge it into his mouth.
“Silly question,” Morgan groaned. “Suck it, baby. Suck your man’s big black dick. I got a big load of love for you.”
Dicky moaned, holding the phone close as he slid his mouth over the tip of the dildo and slowly sucked in inch after inch of
the toy, his tongue playing over the realistic veins and “skin”. He made sure Morgan could hear him sucking up and down the
surrogate cock.
“Oh fuck, baby…” Morgan shuddered, and Dicky could hear him, too—jerking off. Hear it in the unevenness of his voice,
his ragged breath. The sound of Morgan getting off turned Dicky on like mad. He moaned louder and sucked the fake dick
harder, faster as Morgan’s breath surged into the phone. “Uhh…” Morgan gasped tightly. “Fuck, boy, you’re about to get a full
load of your man’s hot love.”
Your man’s… love. Dicky whimpered and sucked vigorously on the dildo. At that moment, it was Morgan’s cock and Dicky
desperately wanted to taste his love.
“Oh fuck-fuuu-fuu-uuck!” Morgan blew his load.
Dicky swallowed hungrily as if the man had truly shot a load of cum into his throat.
“Oh… my god…” Morgan gasped. “You suck cock so good, sweet baby.”
Dicky lifted off the dildo, panting and smiling. He glanced glassy-eyed at James; still dead asleep. “Still want to fuck?” he
asked breathlessly.
“Baby,” Morgan groaned. “The answer to that will always be fuck, yeah.”
4
Dicky’s eyes popped open at six-thirty in the morning without a shred of lingering sleep.
Morgan is getting out today!
Dicky could hardly contain his excitement—or his erection. In the shower, he had to beat off just to make it manageable. To
little avail. As soon as he stepped out of the shower stall and got a glimpse of his naked, wet body in the mirror, he imagined it
was Morgan looking at his bare body for the first time—and his dick sprang up, hard as a steel flagpole.
To confine his excitement and not be so obvious before James, he squeezed into a tight pair of skinny jeans that kind of
mashed his massive erection, though not uncomfortably so. He just pitied the poor soul standing near him when he released it.
Since that poor soul would likely be Morgan, he wasn’t too worried; Morgan knew how to handle it.
Dicky shivered all over and finger-combed his damp hair, then went out to the kitchen where James was stuffing a K-Cup in
the Keurig coffee maker. It was Saturday and James had the weekends off. He smiled at Dicky. “I thought I heard the shower.
You’re up early for a Saturday.”
“Yeah.” Dicky had trouble controlling his breathing. “Just one of those mornings where you wake up bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed.” He glanced at the rack of K-Cups. “Any mint chocolate ones left?”
“I think so.” James skimmed through them and plucked out a K-Cup. “Here you go.”
Dicky grabbed a small travel mug from the cupboard and leaned against the counter.
“You going somewhere?” James eyed the mug.
“Oh.” Dicky twisted the mug in his hands. “Yeah. I got a lead on a job.”
“You have a job interview on a Saturday?”
“Yeah, well, they do most of their business on the weekends, so they’re open.”
“What kind of job?”
Dicky chewed his lower lip. “At a, um, club.”
“A nightclub?”
“Uhh… yeah. I guess you could call it that.”
James frowned. “You’re being kind of cagey. Is it a nightclub, or isn’t it?”
“It does its best business at night.”
“Dicky.”
“Okay.” Dicky placed the mug on the counter. “It’s a strip club.”
“Oh.” James took his filled cup and added flavored creamer, stirring slowly. “And what… position… are you applying
for?” He sucked the spoon and looked at Dicky inquiringly. “Stripper?”
“Well… yeah. Not a lot of other positions available, except maybe bartender, and I ain’t no bartender.”
“But you are a stripper?” James frowned. “Since when?”
“Since never.” He shrugged and smiled as he stepped around James, popped in the mint chocolate K-Cup, and stuffed the
mug beneath the dispenser. “But it sounds fun. Strippers make a lot of money in tips.” He smirked. “You know how many girls
—and boys, I’m sure—who stripped their way through college?”
James grimaced. “Yeah, but… all those skeevy men lusting over you. Kind of creepy, if you ask me.” He hesitated. “Would
you be giving them lap dances, too?”
“It is part of the job.” Dicky chuckled. “Never heard of a stripper who didn’t give lap dances. Besides, that’s where most
of the tip money comes from.” He winked at James. “No worries, I won’t let them give me more than the tip.”
James shook his head, a weak smile on his face; he rarely found Dicky’s sexual innuendoes funny. Morgan laughed at them
all—and gave as good as he got.
“Anyway.” James sighed. “As you know, Morgan is getting released tomorrow.”
Dicky nodded. “Mm-hm.” Dicky and Morgan agreed to tell James he was getting out a day later than his actual release.
When Dicky disappeared all day for his “job interview”—which wasn’t entirely a lie, it just wasn’t scheduled for today—
James wouldn’t put two and two together. Dicky and Morgan intended to come clean with James, and soon, but Dicky didn’t
want a messy breakup interfering with his and Morgan’s first time.
Do you really think it’ll be messy? James doesn’t even like to fuck you—or anything else. He’s either straight—or he
simply doesn’t like sex. In either scenario, he and Dicky were so wrong for each other.
“What about it?” Dicky asked.
“Well, it’s just…” James fidgeted. “I was just thinking…”
Dicky rolled his hand. “What?”
“Maybe we shouldn’t… associate with him too much.”
Dicky blinked. “What? Why not? He’s our friend.”
“He’s also an ex-con.”
“So are you.”
 “Yeah, but he’s an ex-con who killed someone.”
“In self-defense,” Dicky reminded. “You know that.” Dicky stared at him. “Not to mention, he had your back in prison. He
protected you. Have you forgotten about that?”
“No, of course, not. And I am very grateful.”
“You don’t sound grateful.”
“Look.” James sighed. “I’m still on parole. How’s it going to look if a former prison buddy is hanging around? You know
he was into drugs before as well. That’s how he ended up in prison—he killed another drug dealer who came after him.”
“I know,” Dicky said. “He told me. But he’s clean now, and he has no interest in that life anymore. He doesn’t want to fuck
up and land back in prison again. He has family out here. Kids.”
Dicky knew that Morgan had been married to a woman once, but it hadn’t been a very sexual relationship. They had a
couple of kids together who were now in their mid-to-late teens. Kids that Morgan adored. His relationship with his ex-wife
was a bit strained because of shit Morgan had pulled during their marriage, but he owned up to that responsibility and carried
the blame for their former problems. She knew he had cheated on her—many times—she just didn’t know it was with men. His
greatest fuck-up and deepest regret of their marriage was bringing home an STD from one of the slut boys he’d fucked… and
giving it to his wife. The STD had messed her up inside and she never fully recovered from it.
Because of his monumental mistakes, Morgan maintained a sense of obligation to his ex-wife, to help her out in any way he
could. Dicky understood this and had no issues with it. The man wanted to look after his family the way he should have done
before. Dicky respected that.
“I’m sure he means to go straight,” James said. “I just don’t know if it’s a good idea for him to hang around here. Maybe he
and his wife will get back together and work things out. That would be nice.”
Dicky squinted. Get back with his wife? Didn’t James know that Morgan was gay? Was that why he wasn’t suspicious of
Morgan and Dicky’s “friendship”?
“Uh, yeah,” Dicky mumbled. “I’m not sure that’s going to happen. They had a lot of issues.”
Such as—Morgan didn’t like pussy.
“You never know.”
Dicky was pretty sure he did know. And any doubt that might be slinking around would be annihilated the second Morgan
pile-drives his ass. He glanced at his watch; which would be fucking soon.
He grabbed the mug and popped a top on it. “Anyway, I gotta go. We can talk about this later.” Neither James nor Dicky
initiated a goodbye kiss as Dicky exited the kitchen.
5
Dicky was waiting for Morgan when he walked out of the prison. It took all his mental reserve not to jump the man and fuck
him right there in the parking lot. When Morgan approached, the same urgency burned in his dark eyes. He grabbed Dicky up in
a crushing embrace and kissed him till they both nearly passed out. Morgan squeezed his ass hard and pushed him against the
car, grinding his granite cock into Dicky’s crotch.
“Fuck…” Dicky groaned and shuddered, shoving to him. “I’m so fucking horny. Keep that up and I’ll cream my jeans.”
Morgan chuckled and kissed him hard. “Not that I’m opposed to that,” he growled in Dicky’s ear, “but I’d rather have my
dick in your ass when you shoot your load.”
“Me, too,” Dicky whimpered.
They climbed into the car and left the prison behind. Morgan glanced in the sideview mirror and thrust his hand out the
window and flipped off the correctional facility. “Good fucking riddance, motherfucker.”
Dicky grinned. “Amen.”
Morgan turned his way and rubbed Dicky’s thigh. “I get to touch you any time I want now. What do you think about that?”
Dicky smiled. “I think if your hand gets any closer to my dick, I’m gonna cream my jeans after all.”
“Well, maybe we should take care of the first round right here and now.” He opened Dicky’s pants and slid his hand inside
his crotch and squeezed Dicky’s hard cock through his cotton briefs.
“Huh!” Dicky gulped and gripped the steering wheel. “Shit…”
“Keep your eyes on the road, sweet baby,” Morgan murmured with a developing huskiness. “And I’ll take care of the rest.”
Dicky blinked a few times to clear his suddenly hazy vision and tried to focus on driving.
“Fuck,” Morgan groaned. “I’ve imagined what your dick would feel like, but this is better than any ole fantasy.” His fingers
casually wriggled inside his underwear and flesh touched flesh. Dicky shivered and Morgan’s breath quickened as he wrapped
his strong fingers around Dicky’s throbbing meat and flexed his digits—squeeze, release, squeeze, release—until Dicky was
seeing double through the front windshield.
“Uuhh…” Dicky whimpered, his foot easing off the gas pedal a bit.
Morgan leaned over and nuzzled his ear, probing his ear hole with his slick tongue. “Ready to get off?”
“Uh… huh…”
Chuckling low, Morgan pulled Dicky’s cock out and stroked the full length, his tight fist sliding and twisting up and down
the engorged shaft.
“Oh… my god…” Dicky gulped again as his body tensed and shoulders hunched a little, practically doubling him over. His
knuckles whitened around the steering wheel and his forearms ached. Short, stiff breaths puffed from his mouth. “Uuh… uh…
fuck… fuck…”
Morgan pumped him a smidge faster, alternating the pressure of his grip. Clear juices bubbled from his cock head, slicking
his dick, allowing Morgan’s hand to slip more easily along his shaft.
“Uh-uh-uh…” The car slowed a little more as Dicky hunched over the steering wheel, panting.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” Morgan rasped. “Cum for big daddy.”
Dicky’s foot fumbled with the pedals, and he pressed on the brake, stalling the car in the middle of the road. They were on
a two-lane side road with no traffic behind them—thank God!
“Be a good boy and give it up.” Morgan pumped him faster.
Dicky arched back, smacking his head against the seat rest, and gritted his teeth as a guttural growl twisted up his throat.
“Fuuu—huuck!” He blew cum all over the bottom of the steering wheel and himself. “Uuhh!”
Chuckling low, Morgan withdrew his hand and licked cum from his fingers, then turned Dicky’s head and kissed him hard.
“That was beautiful,” he whispered against his lips. “You’re going to be doing a lot of that for the next twenty-four hours.”
Dicky wilted in the driver’s seat, breath quick, eyes dreamy. “Can’t… wait.” He twisted his head and smiled at Morgan.
“Shall I return the favor?”
“Silly boy asking silly questions.” Morgan smirked and wasted no time unfastening his pants. He let Dicky dig out his
massive erection.
At normal hardness, Morgan was almost nine inches. His engorged mass stretched another inch. The only other time Dicky
had been fucked by a cock this big—the man didn’t know how to use it. Such was not the case with Morgan. It didn’t matter
that they hadn’t fucked yet—Morgan knew his shit and Dicky didn’t doubt he would bring it—hard, fast, and continuously.
Dicky’s member remained exposed, lying firmly against his open fly. He hadn’t even gone down completely. And handling
Morgan’s dick, thinking about it pounding his ass… Dicky’s hardness was returning record fast.
“Fuck…” Dicky breathed as he slowly ran his fist up and down Morgan’s thick shaft. “I love your dick.”
Morgan breathed deep and released it in an uneven exhale. “Big boy loves you, too. See how he’s giving you his full,
undivided attention?”
“Mm-hm.”
 “You don’t have to treat him with kid gloves.” Morgan laughed low. “He likes the rough stuff.”
“Does he?” Dicky smiled darkly. “Let’s see?” He squeezed tighter and jerked his cock faster.
“Mph!” Morgan grunted—and grinned. His dick pulsed and spat out a dribble of precum. “What’d I tell ya?”
Dicky’s member throbbed and stiffened. “Fuck, I’m already hard again.”
Morgan chuckled and reached over, taking hold of his dick, stroking his hard meat with a firm grip. “I like that sort of
turnaround in a man.”
“Shit…” Dicky panted softly and pumped Morgan’s large cock with increased vigor. The man lifted his hips, pushing his
rod through Dicky’s fist, fucking his hand with much enthusiasm. Dicky mimicked him and fucked Morgan’s hand.
“I’m about to make a huge, fucking mess in your car, sweet baby,” Morgan grunted stiffly.
“That’s okay,” Dicky panted. “I already did—and I’m about to do it again.”
Morgan clamped his free hand around Dicky’s fist and aided him in beating him off—while he fervently yanked Dicky’s
cock. Both men grunted and groaned and panted—and blew their loads together.
“Holy fuck…” Dicky gasped and sagged against the seat. “I’ve never cum that fast, twice in a row. Fuck…”
Chuckling softly, Morgan kissed him. “Get used to it.”
6
“I booked a room at the nearest hotel,” Dicky said. “I figured you’d want to get to the hotel as quickly as possible.”
“You figured right.” Morgan smiled and squeezed Dicky’s thigh.
After cumming twice, Dicky was still jacked up and ready to fuck. Just the feel of Morgan’s hand on his leg made his cock
twitch and stiffen. He wondered if he could be with Morgan daily and survive. Could a man die from non-stop orgasms? If
Dicky could choose how he went out, that would be the way to go. And considering Morgan’s talents and insatiable libido, he
might very well go out that way.
At the hotel, they went to the room and Dicky unlocked the door. He started to step inside when Morgan scooped him up in
his arms. Dicky squawked and laughed and grabbed onto Morgan’s neck. “What’re you doing?”
“It’s our first time together.” Morgan kissed him. “I should carry you across the threshold.”
“I thought you did that when you got married.” He squinted teasingly. “You gonna propose to me?”
Morgan smiled slyly and kissed him again. “You never know.”
“Yeah, sure.” Dicky rolled his eyes and laughed—even as a little tickle quivered his bellybutton at such a… farfetched?...
notion.
Morgan shoved the door open and carried Dicky into the room, nudged the door closed with his foot, dropped Dicky on the
bed, and stared at him with hungry eyes. “I hope they have room service because I don’t intend to leave this room for at least
twenty-four hours.”
Dicky smiled and propped on his elbows. “I figured that, too—and they do.”
“Mm,” Morgan growled and crawled onto the bed, hovering over Dicky. “Good.” He sank to his elbows and planted a
surprisingly sensual kiss on Dicky’s lips. “I know this isn’t the first time we’ve kissed,” he whispered with a developing rasp,
“but it kind of feels like it is.” He smiled against Dicky’s mouth. “Though, nothing can beat the first time you visited me alone
and we did share our first kiss. Mmm.” His body sank on top of Dicky, his crotch hard as granite, slowly grinding on Dicky’s
stiff cock through his pants. “But even so, that was in a controlled environment. This right here feels more real.”
“For me, too.” Dicky moaned when Morgan nuzzled his neck, sucked, and nibbled his skin.
“What did you tell James?” Morgan sucked his neck harder, teeth raking the sensitive surface, and Dicky’s mind went
foggy.
“I, uh…” His ability to speak malfunctioned momentarily as Morgan rolled his hips between Dicky’s thighs, crushing his
erection. An explosive heat surged through Dicky’s loins, and he pumped his hips, matching his rhythm, desperate to rip off
their clothes and fuck flesh to flesh.
Morgan grinned and sucked his Adam’s apple. “What was that?”
He loves torturing me. Dicky loved it, too.
“I…” He cleared his throat and swallowed hard a couple of times. “I, uh… I told him that…” Dicky whimpered when
Morgan’s hands went under his shirt. “… that I had a job interview…” Morgan pinched his nipples and his breath cut out a
little. “… at a… at a strip club.”
Morgan paused and raised his head. He chuckled. “How’d he take that?”
“I don’t think he liked the idea.” Dicky shivered as Morgan continued to work his nipples under his shirt. “I don’t think he
was jealous.” Dicky exhaled shakily. “He just thinks strip clubs are sleazy.” He smiled. “Granted, some are. But not The
Phoenix.”
“It wasn’t a lie?” Morgan raised an eyebrow. “You really have an interview there?”
“Yeah. But not today. Next week.” His smile faltered. “What do, um… you think about it?”
Morgan grinned and kissed him firmly on the mouth. “As long as you don’t fuck anyone, go for it. A hot, sexy stripper like
you would rake in the cash.”
“Thanks.” Dicky smiled. “Would you come watch me some nights?”
“I would come watch you,” Morgan confirmed with another kiss. “And I would cum while watching you.” He stripped off
Dicky’s shirt and swirled his tongue around his left nipple. “Though not as much as I plan on cumming today and tonight.” He
lightly bit the nipple and Dicky flinched, discharging a mewling whimper.
“Fuck…” Dicky ran his hands over Morgan’s head, down the back of his neck, and across his thick, broad shoulders. He
gripped fists of Morgan’s shirt and began dragging it up his muscular back. Morgan helped him and peeled the shirt over his
head, tossing it aside.
Morgan took his time working his way down Dicky’s body, tasting every inch of him as he went. He dug his tongue into
Dicky’s bellybutton, causing his stomach muscles to twitch and flex.
“Uhh… fuck…” Dicky gasped unevenly as the feel of Morgan’s strong, wet tongue fucking his navel fueled his erection.
Why did it feel so fucking good?
“Fuck, you taste good,” Morgan groaned and sucked his quivering stomach, then trailed the tip of his tongue along Dicky’s
happy trail down to the snap of his pants. He squeezed Dicky’s bulging crotch and firmly massaged his cock through his jeans.
 Dicky whimpered more profoundly, jacked up on the anticipation of Morgan sucking his dick for the first time. He’d gotten
some head in the past, but never from someone of Morgan’s caliber. The ex-con could suck his brains out through his cock—
Dicky was certain of that. And he couldn’t fucking wait.
Morgan growled and grabbed mouthfuls of Dicky’s crotch, nearly shoving him over the edge.
“Uh!” Dicky bucked a little. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum in my shorts.”
Morgan chuckled and kissed his lower stomach. “Hm. It would be a shame to waste all that sweet cream.” He unfastened
Dicky’s pants and dragged his jeans and underwear down his legs and off his feet.
Lying fully naked before the man of his fantasies, Dicky had never felt freer or more liberated. All his life, he’d had the
sense of being chained—shackled—to a fate that refused him a lover with whom he could live out his wildest erotic fantasies.
Was this how it felt to be truly free? Completely and utterly unshackled?
7
Morgan slid his hand between Dicky’s thighs and cupped his full balls and administered a massage unlike anything Dicky
had ever experienced. His hips lifted as a tight groan formulated somewhere inside him and pushed its way up his throat and
out of his mouth.
“Feel good?” Morgan murmured with a smile.
“Uuuhh… fuck…”
“I’ll assume that’s a yes.” Morgan chuckled and continued his mind-blowing massage. “Think I can make you cum just by
playing with your balls?”
Dicky was halfway there as it was, his dick so hard and twitching with each squeeze of Morgan’s hand. Cum juice bubbled
at the tip and trickled down the throbbing shaft. “Uh… huh…”
Morgan grinned and brought his mouth closer to Dicky’s erect cock as he blew on it. Dicky whimpered and his dick
stretched a bit longer. “I’m gonna make you cum…” he breathed against Dicky’s shaft, “… at least twice before I ever suck
your dick or fuck your ass.”
Please-please-please! Dicky gouged the blankets and lifted his hips again, begging Morgan to make good on his word.
Morgan backed off the bed and removed his pants. Dicky slowly pushed up on his elbows, legs spread and cock pulsing, as
he stared in awe at his naked lover. He’d seen—and handled—Morgan’s cock in the car, but witnessing it on full display like
this, with the rest of his magnificent body accentuating his glorious member… was a whole other experience altogether.
“Good Lord…” Dicky moaned.
“You like?” Morgan asked with a sly grin.
“Oh…” Dicky shivered all over. “Dicky like. Dicky’s dick likes.” His member twitched in response and drooled some
more.
Morgan chuckled and crawled onto the bed. He ran his palms along Dicky’s inner thighs, pushing his legs open wider.
“Hand me a pillow.” Dicky obeyed, and Morgan stuffed it under Dicky’s hips, lifting his ass. “Mm. Perfect.” He massaged
Dicky’s balls again, bringing the younger man right back to the brink.
“Oh my god…” Dicky dropped his head back as his arms relaxed and he sank onto the bed. “Oh fuck… that feels so
good…”
“Baby,” Morgan growled, a deep husk to his voice, “we ain’t even got to what feels good yet.”
Dicky disagreed but kept it to himself. He couldn’t wait to see what Morgan considered the feel-good part of their fuck
fest.
Two seconds later, Morgan gave him a glimpse when he buried his face between Dicky’s legs and sucked his nut sack into
his mouth. Glorious wet heat engulfed his aching balls. Then the sucking began—sweet, agonizing pressure squeezing his
nads, tugging his sack away from his body. Holy hell!
Dicky dug his fingers into the bed and arched his hips, taking deep gulps of air and releasing each one in a staggered groan.
His dick sprang toward his stomach, hard as a fucking steel pole, and bobbed stiffly, dripping clear cum juice into his belly
button.
“UuhhUUHH!” Dicky wailed. “Ah-aahh-aauuhhh!”
Morgan sucked him wetly, pulling at his balls with his strong tongue, moaning loudly and sending intoxicating vibrations
through his nuts and straight up into his cock.
“Oh fuck-oh fuck-oh fuck!” Dicky cried when his loins exploded with searing heat and his stomach muscles clenched. His
ass lifted off the pillow and the back of his head ground into the bed. “FUUUCCKK!!”
His dick jerked and burst, splattering his stomach and chest with thick globs of cum.
“Oh, my god-oh my god-ohmyGAWWDD!” Dicky gasped as Morgan continued to suck and his dick spit out more cum.
“Fuu-huu-HUUCK!”
A couple more squirts and his cock flopped heavily onto his belly, only slightly softened, the head drooling cum onto his
quivering stomach. He swallowed thickly, gulping air, completely out of breath.
Morgan raised his head and licked his lips, grinned like an evil genius, then crawled forward and leisurely lapped up the
cum from Dicky’s damp, feverish skin. He slowly dragged his tongue through the groove between Dicky’s lean pecs, up his
throat, then into his mouth.
“Mmph,” Dicky whimpered and sucked his tongue like a starving man.
Morgan groaned and rubbed his massive erection on Dicky’s cock, rocking back and forth, grinding his hard rod into
Dicky’s heavy member, his full balls bouncing against Dicky’s exhausted testicles.
“Oh my god…” Dicky panted into Morgan’s hungry mouth. “That feels… so good…”
Morgan grinned against his parted lips. “Ready to cum again?” he whispered darkly.
“Huh?” Dicky smiled weakly. “I would… love to… but I don’t think that’s… possible.” He panted unevenly. “Not yet…
anyway.”
 Morgan nuzzled his ear and chuckled. “Silly boy,” he growled. “Nothing is impossible.”
A whimpering laugh seeped from Dicky, and he wondered how the hell Morgan meant to get him hard again right away—
but couldn’t wait to find out.
He didn’t have to wait for long.
Morgan slid back down between his legs and massaged his balls a bit. It felt fucking good, but Dicky was certain it would
take more than that to get his cock to jump to attention so soon. Still, he didn’t discourage the attention to his balls because
again—it felt fucking good.
“Mmm…” Dicky moaned, his eyes heavy. “You have amazing hands.”
“Mm-hm,” Morgan murmured with a smile and kissed Dicky’s stomach, tonguing his belly button for lingering cum residue.
Dicky’s ab muscles jerked and quivered, and he sensed a twinge in his dick. But he needed more. “Ready to give up another
dose of your sweet cream?” Morgan whispered into his navel.
Dicky shivered. “I’m willing… if you’re able.” He laughed tiredly.
“Oh, I’m able.” Morgan sat back. “Lift your legs and hold them against your chest.”
Dicky obeyed and drew his legs up, hooking his hands behind his knees to hold them in place. The position raised his ass a
bit more, and he stared at Morgan from between his legs. The ex-con grinned then sucked his middle finger—and slowly
drilled it into Dicky’s ass.
“Uh!” Dicky gasped. The man had long, stout fingers, and the digit made its presence known inside his tight ass. “Fuck…”
Morgan gripped Dicky’s eyes with a firm, determined stare as he worked his finger around and found what he was looking
for—Dicky’s magic button. He pushed it… again and again and again.
Dicky about went through the roof, writhing and gasping. His short nails gouged the backs of his thighs as he crushed his
legs to his chest and arched his ass. “Oh fuck! Fuuck! Uuhh-uuh-uuhh!” A sudden stiffness gripped his member as an ache
shot through his balls. “Oooh God! Aaahhh!”
Morgan chuckled and kept at him, massaging his sweet spot until Dicky’s cock was bouncing against his upper abs—a
granite rod—and his balls filled so fast he thought they might burst.
“Uh-uh-huuuhh! Oh god-oh god-oh god!”
“I’ll ask you once more,” Morgan smirked. “You ready to cum again?”
“Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh!”
Sinister glee sparked Morgan’s dark eyes. “Are you sure?” he teased, firmly rubbing the walnut-sized magic gland deep
inside Dicky’s ass. “Really, really sure?”
“Yes!” Dicky cried in desperation. “Fuck YEESS!! Oh god-oh fuck-do it! Do it! Make me CUM!”
Morgan leaned down kissed the thick, hard base of Dicky’s cock, and grinned. “As you wish, sweet baby.” His fingertip
pressed down a little harder on his prostate gland and rubbed faster in a circular motion.
“Shii-hiitt!” Dicky shrieked and dug his nails into his legs, pulling them tighter against his chest as his head curled forward
and eyes squeezed shut. “Holy FUUUCK!!”
His body jerked hard, and his dick exploded like a fucking cannon, blasting him in the throat and face with a massive load
of cum. Morgan assaulted his button and Dicky gasped as ropes of cum continued to squirt out of him.
“Mm,” Morgan groaned and licked Dicky’s cock—then took it in his mouth and sucked up and down the shaft as he
prolonged the orgasm by not letting up with the inner massage.
Dicky panted and gasped and pumped his hips, fucking Morgan’s mouth. “Oh my god… uuhhh… fuck… yes… oh god, your
mouth feels so… fucking… good.” The enduring stimulation of his prostate along with Morgan sucking his cock generated a
miraculous effect because moments later, Dicky was about to dump another load down Morgan’s throat. His hips bucked as the
instantaneous orgasm struck so fast and hard, he wasn’t prepared for it. “Oh, my FUCKING—AAAHH!”
Morgan swallowed his load, sucking eagerly for every last drop. He moaned and slowly pulled off Dicky’s softened cock
as Dicky’s hands weakened and he dropped his legs. Morgan chuckled softly—triumphantly—and crawled up, kissing Dicky’s
mouth, sucking the residue of cum from his lips. He dipped his head and licked his throat clean. “Mmm,” he growled low and
kissed Dicky again. “Having fun yet?”
Dicky smiled and whimpered, “Uh… huh.” He turned heavy, exhausted eyes on Morgan. “I didn’t know men could have
multiple orgasms.” He exhaled, his smile stretching. “I don’t know what kind of deal you made with the devil to gain such a
talent… but it is fucking awesome.”
Grinning, Morgan sucked his earlobe. “No deal with the devil,” he breathed in Dicky’s ear. “Just lots and lots of practice.”
8
Morgan stretched out beside Dicky and caressed his hot, damp body.
Dicky trailed his fingertips along Morgan’s rigid member, so thick and long and hard it made Dicky’s mouth water. How
had the man not cum yet? He must be in agony.
“Give me a minute… to catch my breath…” Dicky offered a tired smile. “… and I’ll take care of you.”
“I can wait,” Morgan murmured, then chuckled. “A minute.” He casually stroked Dicky’s member while planting kisses on
his chest and throat. “So, what’re you going to do about James?” he whispered.
Shivering, Dicky moaned, “End it… when I get home tomorrow.” He sighed. “I should’ve broken things off with him the
minute we started up. For whatever reason, I thought I might lose touch with you, and I couldn’t let that happen.”
“We wouldn’t have lost touch.” Morgan nuzzled his ear. “No way in hell I would’ve let that happen.”
“I know that now. And I feel like a total asshole for letting things go on with James.”
Morgan smiled and nibbled his ear. “We’re all human. We live and learn.”
“Not that it excuses my actions…” Dicky moaned as Morgan gently pulled his cock. “… but I don’t think James wants to be
in this relationship any more than I do. I don’t even think he’s gay. He definitely doesn’t enjoy fucking men like we do.”
“Mm.” Morgan nodded. “I got some of that vibe when he was on the inside. He fucked a couple of guys in there, but I think
it was mostly from a need to get off. And he didn’t seem thrilled about it, or eager to keep doing it. I was kind of surprised
when he hooked up with a guy on the outside. At that point, I guess maybe he thought he really was gay because he’d fucked
men.” Morgan lightly squeezed Dicky’s shaft, procuring a short, soft gasp from the younger man. “But I get it. I mean, who
could resist you?” He chuckled deeply. “You could make any man think he was gay.”
Dicky groaned as Morgan tugged more firmly on his cock, inspiring some stiffness to return to his shaft. Fuck—how was he
doing it? Dicky had always managed a relatively quick turnaround, but never this quickly, this often. He was convinced
Morgan had made a deal with the devil that blessed him with the Midas touch, but sexually—his mere touch manufactured
erections and orgasms.
“He told me something this morning.” Dicky wrapped his hand around Morgan’s fist and pumped with him. “He said…”
His breath caught when Morgan squeezed his member. “He said… he didn’t want you hanging around our place, with him being
on parole and you being… an ex-con and former druggie who had… killed someone.”
Morgan nodded thoughtfully. “He said that, huh?”
“Yeah.” Dicky sighed. “I reminded him how you’d had his back in there and all, but…” He shrugged.
Morgan kissed him. “It doesn’t matter. You said you were going to end it anyway, so… it doesn’t matter.” He smiled and
sucked Dicky’s lower lip. “Besides, I have been fucking his boyfriend for some time now.”
“This is our first time together,” Dicky said.
“In the flesh,” Morgan murmured. “But we’ve fucked over the phone, through letters, and during our visits. Every time was
as real to me as if we’d been doing it in the flesh.” He kissed Dicky’s lips. “Wasn’t it for you?”
Dicky moaned. “It was.”
“It’s kind of hard to get upset with him, then.” Morgan chuckled. “And I get where he’s coming from. And since I have no
intentions of hanging around him, there’s no reason to get irritated, right?” He kissed Dicky again. “There are plenty of other,
more interesting things to focus on.” With that, he yanked Dicky’s cock a little faster. “Don’t you agree?”
“Uuhh… god, yes…”
Morgan nuzzled his throat. “It’s been a minute,” he whispered. “Got your breath back, yet?”
Dicky laughed softly. “Uh-huh… though you’re starting to steal it away again.”
“My bad.” Morgan chuckled and released his dick.
“Oh, no,” Dicky breathed. “Nothing bad about it at all.”
Morgan laughed and grabbed Dicky’s hand as he slid off the bed. “How about you take care of me in the shower?”
“Mm. Sounds good to me.”
Drawing Dicky around in front of him, Morgan squeezed his hips and guided him toward the bathroom. Dicky shivered as
Morgan’s long, thick cock nudged between his ass cheeks with each step he took. It was all he could do not to bend over and
beg the ex-con to impale him right there on the spot. He kept his cool and walked into the bathroom.
The shower stall was decently roomy, and Morgan turned on the water. While they waited for the water to heat up, Morgan
tugged Dicky to him and rubbed his back and kissed his mouth, then dropped his hands to Dicky’s ass and gripped his firm
cheeks hungrily. The big man’s big dick ground against Dicky’s member, encouraging it to revive.
“Fuck,” Morgan groaned into Dicky’s mouth. “I knew being with you in the flesh would be amazing.” His mouth shifted to
Dicky’s throat. “But I didn’t realize how out of this fucking world it would truly be.”
Dicky whimpered and clung to the man’s muscular frame. “I feel… exactly the same.” His pulse kicked up suddenly,
startling him a bit. “I didn’t know someone like you even existed. And if you did exist… you would be so far out of my league I
wouldn’t stand a chance with you.”
 Morgan groaned with a chuckle and raised his head, looking deep into Dicky’s eyes. “You don’t give yourself nearly
enough credit, sweet baby boy.” He kissed him with soft passion. “After the way I’ve lived my life and the things I’ve done…
it’s you who are out of my league.” He touched his head to Dicky’s brow and smiled small. “You have no idea how fucking
lucky I feel right now. How fucking blessed.”
Dicky wasn’t prepared to hear those words from Morgan and didn’t quite know how to respond. Truth was, he felt fucking
lucky and blessed as well. But certainly couldn’t imagine being out of Morgan’s league. The man was a fucking love god.
“I, uh…” Dicky swallowed. “I feel lucky and blessed, too.”
Morgan smiled. “You don’t have to say it if it isn’t true. You’re not going to offend me.”
Letting out a shaky breath, Dicky whispered, “It is true. I never thought I would ever meet someone like you. My entire sex
life up till now has been painfully mediocre. You changed all that the day we met.” He ducked his head and laughed quietly.
“Hell, I had better sex with you over the phone, than with anyone else in the flesh.” He looked up and smiled impishly. “You’re
like a superhero.”
Morgan chuckled. “A superhero of sex and orgasms?”
“Exactly.”
“I can live with that.” Morgan kissed him, drawing it out. “Ready for that shower?”
“Yes,” Dicky panted and stepped into the shower stall ahead of Morgan.
Morgan followed close behind and closed the stall door. The two moved beneath the shower spray and began soaping each
other’s bodies. Morgan stood behind Dicky and rubbed his soapy cock between Dicky’s ass cheeks as he reached around him
and washed his chest and stomach… and lower regions.
“Oh, my god,” Dicky moaned and slowly rocked his ass against Morgan’s hard dick. “That feels so good.” He covered
Morgan’s hands as the older man caressed his body with a soapy sponge.
“You feel so good,” Morgan growled sexily in his ear. “I love your body.”
Dicky shivered and smiled and laid his head back on Morgan’s shoulder. “Ditto.”
Morgan chuckled and sucked his neck. He wrapped a sudsy hand around Dicky’s growing erection and gently stroked until
his dick was standing up on its own. “Mm,” Morgan groaned as he nibbled his earlobe. “It gets me hot how quickly you come
around.”
“It’s all you,” Dicky panted softly, pressing back against the man while Morgan ran his hard rod back and forth through
Dicky’s slick ass. “I’ve never been so accommodating for anyone else.”
“Good.”
“Good?” Dicky smiled. “You like that I wasn’t so accommodating for other men?”
Morgan kissed his neck. “Very much.”
A warm shiver quivered through Dicky. “Why… why is that?”
“Because I want to be the first to experience the true depths of your sexual nature.” He slid his fist along Dicky’s hard cock,
gently flexing, pumping Dicky’s balls full of cum.
“You like that… you’re the first… huh?” Dicky swallowed thickly.
“Mm-hm.” Morgan turned him around and cupped his face, sliding his thumbs over Dicky’s damp cheeks. “And maybe…
the last.” He kissed Dicky.
The first… and the last? What was he implying? Every word out of his mouth seemed to hint at something deeper than
sex… but what if Dicky was wrong about that? He didn’t want to ask a loaded question that would destroy everything they
were sharing and enjoying now. Maybe it was better if it was just sex; no strings attached, no emotions involved… no hearts to
break if things went bad. All this time since meeting Morgan, he hadn’t stopped to consider his true feelings for the man. Their
entire focus had been on sex, on their sexual relationship. Was it possible other feelings were steadily developing below the
surface where neither noticed?
Or is it only you who didn’t notice?
“I, uh…” Dicky trembled as he stared into Morgan’s eyes, the man’s words echoing too loudly in his head. And maybe…
the last. “I-I think… I could live with that.”
Morgan touched his head to Dicky’s brow and chuckled softly. “Yeah?”
Dicky’s belly button tingled. “Uh-huh.”
“Good.” Morgan kissed him again, longer this time, seeming to sap Dicky of his strength of will—not that he had much to
speak of when it came to Morgan.
Dicky gasped when their lips parted. Eyes heavy and breath quick, he whispered unsteadily, “Still want me to… take care
of you?”
“Silly boy asking silly questions again.” Morgan laughed low.
“My bad,” Dicky cooed and sank to his knees as Morgan loomed above him. The shower spray pelted Morgan’s chest and
ran down his front. Dicky stroked his engorged cock, washing away the suds, then dragged his tongue up the wet shaft.
Morgan shuddered, releasing a tight, quaking groan. “Fuck…” His fingers slid into Dicky’s hair and squeezed the drenched
strands. His breath quickened with every touch of Dicky’s tongue, each lick executed with a deliberate nonchalance intended
to torture the man and slowly drive him mad. The sounds emitting from the ex-con assured Dicky it was working as planned.
Dicky fondled Morgan’s heavy balls, tugging at them with gentle firmness as he slithered his tongue around the plump tip of
the man’s cock.
“Fucking hell…” Morgan let out a strained gasp. “I love… the torture,” he panted. “But I’m so fucking ready to cum…”
Dicky took the not-so-subtle cue and swallowed the head and the top half of his dick. The dicks he’d sucked before were
never quite this large. But he’d practiced on the dildo and learned all the tips and tricks of relaxing his throat to accommodate
a big cock.
“Uuh!” Morgan practically choked on another gasp. His fingers clenched tighter, squeezing Dicky’s hair, straining the roots
at his scalp. “Holy fuck… suck it, baby… suck my cock…”
With deep moans reverberating up his throat, Dicky took more of his hard meat into his mouth. When the plump tip bumped
the back of his throat, Dicky slowly pulled off, sucking along the shaft, then pushed onto him again, forcing the cock head a
little deeper into his throat. He continued the rhythm, sucking and stroking with mounting vigor until Morgan’s fingers gouged
his scalp and he began rocking his hips, sinking his dick into his lover’s mouth and throat with barely controlled thrusts.
Dicky had never been with such an enthusiastic lover—a man who desired and lusted for him on levels he’d only
fantasized about. He gripped Morgan’s flexing ass with both hands and rocked with the urgent rhythm of his pumping hips,
swallowing his cock again and again, savoring the feel of his swollen rod filling up his mouth and throat. Dicky’s erection
stretched and throbbed as his heart pounded faster and harder the closer Morgan neared orgasm.
“Uuhh!” Morgan growled through a clenched jaw, his breath hissing between clamped teeth. “Fuck-fuck-fuck!” He
abruptly pulled Dicky off him, quickly lifted him to his feet and spun him around and pinned him face-first against the shower
wall. Morgan stuffed his hard dick between Dicky’s ass cheeks and fucked his crack wildly, raking his engorged cock over
Dicky’s sensitive hole, his heavy balls smacking the young man’s sack. Morgan slapped his hands on the wet wall tiles on
either side of Dicky’s head and fucked his ass crack furiously. “FuuUUCKK!!”
The man’s hips jerked and hot, creamy cum squirted up Dicky’s wet back in thick globs, then oozed down his skin. Morgan
thrust a few more times then went still, his muscular body pressed firmly against Dicky, holding him against the shower wall.
The man’s thick chest heaved against Dicky’s back, his breath hot and ragged on the back of his head.
Morgan touched his mouth to Dicky’s wet strands, panting heavily. “Fuck, that felt good.” He kissed Dicky’s neck. “I can’t
wait to get inside that glorious ass.”
Pushing his ass into Morgan’s crotch—and feeling how thick and ready the man remained—Dicky smiled, his cheek
pressed to the tiled wall, and moaned, “I can’t wait, either.”
9
“I’m famished.” Morgan dropped onto the bed in just a towel. “Where’s the room service menu?”
Dicky retrieved the menu from the nightstand drawer and handed it to Morgan, then sat next to him. “What sounds good?”
Morgan grinned and kissed him. “Besides you?” He chuckled. “Let’s see.” He skimmed the menu. “I need some protein to
rejuvenate me. Some good ole red meat.”
“Steak?” Dicky pointed to the steak dinner.
“Mm. Yes. Something I can sink my teeth into.”
Dicky shivered and his belly button quivered, sending tingles through his loins. His erection remained—and grew a bit
stiffer. He pressed a little closer to Morgan and rested his chin on the man’s thick shoulder, inhaling his fresh scent.
Morgan turned his head and smiled. “Two steak dinners?”
“Yes,” Dicky murmured as he pressed his lips to Morgan’s warm trap muscle. Morgan looked at him for a long moment, his
dark eyes scalding hot, and scorching through Dicky like wildfire.
Breathing deeply, Morgan shifted his focus to the bedside phone and put in the order, adding a bottle of wine. When he hung
up, he twisted around and faced Dicky, trailing his fingers along the younger man’s spine. “It’ll be about twenty minutes or so,”
he spoke low and pulled Dicky closer. “Whatever will we do until then?” He grinned teasingly and ravaged Dicky’s neck,
sliding his hands down his back to his ass. He tugged the towel loose and pushed his hands beneath the soft cotton and cupped
Dicky’s ass cheeks. “I didn’t order dessert,” he groaned, his words muffled against Dicky’s throat. “Because this ass is my
dessert.”
Fuck. Dicky curled his leg over Morgan’s hip and squeezed his calf against the man’s ass, pulling himself tighter to
Morgan’s hardening crotch. How was it possible they were both ready to get off again? Dicky would’ve never believed a man
—or two men—could cum so much in just a few hours. It hadn’t taken long for Morgan to make a believer of him.
“You trying to get dessert early?” Morgan growled with a smile and hungrily kissed Dicky’s mouth. “Don’t you know
dessert before dinner can spoil your appetite?”
Dicky trembled through their kiss and moaned, “Nothing… spoils my… appetite.”
“No?” Morgan smiled darkly.
Pushing harder against Morgan, Dicky breathed, “No…”
“I may have to call your bluff.” Morgan chuckled low and kissed him again as he tugged away both their towels and rubbed
his thick cock along Dicky’s hard shaft.
Dicky whimpered. “I ain’t bluffing.”
“Mm.” Morgan reached down between them and wrapped his fist around both their members and stroked.
“Oh, my god…” Dicky gulped and clutched Morgan’s arm and pressed his mouth to the base of his throat. “Fuck…
uuhhh…”
Morgan slowly rocked his hips, thrusting his cock against Dicky’s rod as his hand moved up and down their shafts. Dicky
breathed faster and joined in, pumping his dick through Morgan’s fist.
“Good god,” Morgan groaned, breath quickening. “You’re a fucking dream cum true, baby.” He panted into Dicky’s damp
hair. “I’ve never met anyone who I couldn’t out-fuck.” He chuckled breathlessly and grinned down at Dicky. “I think I may have
finally met my match.”
Dicky gasped and shifted his mouth, biting Morgan’s shoulder. “Maybe…”
“Fucking hell…” Morgan rolled them over with Dicky pinned beneath him. He released their members and grasped
Dicky’s hands, pressing them into the bed as he rolled his hips, grinding their cocks together.
“Uuh!” Dicky gasped thickly and rose to his thrusts, silently begging the man to stop torturing him and just fuck him! He
swallowed the plea. Despite the torture—or perhaps because of it—Dicky was having the time of his fucking life and meant to
savor every fucking second with Morgan.
“Shit,” Morgan panted into Dicky’s mouth through a fiery, soul-searing kiss. “I’m gonna cum again… are you gonna cum
again?”
“Uuuh-Huuh,” Dicky whimpered as his cock pulsed and drooled precum. Both their dicks were wet with cum juice and
slipped together more easily. Dicky and Morgan thrust faster, shaking the bed, their balls slapping furiously.
“FuuuUUCK!!” Morgan yelled out loud and blew his load up Dicky’s stomach.
“Uh-uh-UUHHH!!” Dicky choked on a strangled cry and shot his wad into Morgan’s gooey mess, their humping bodies
smearing the warm cum against their sweaty, fevered skin.
“Fuck!” Morgan exhaled hard and flopped onto the bed on his back, his thick chest heaving erratically. He rubbed his face
and released another forceful breath. “Shit, baby,” he panted and grinned. “You are the fucking bomb.”
Dicky didn’t have enough air in his lungs to respond and just lay there trying to breathe, a blissful smile on his flushed face.
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 Dicky pushed his plate to the side, his meal mostly eaten. Morgan’s plate was clean, not a spec left.
“Oh, my god.” Morgan leaned back in the chair and rested his hand on his full stomach. “That was the best meal I’ve had in
years.”
“Was the prison food awful?”
Morgan shrugged. “It wasn’t so bad. But nowhere near this good.” He sipped his wine and gazed at Dicky over the rim of
the glass. “I missed this.”
“What?”
“This.” Morgan smiled. “Great meals. Fine wine.” He licked his lips. “Lots and lots of fan-fucking-tastic sex with an
incredibly gorgeous insatiable young man. Mm. This is the life I dreamed of while I was locked down.”
“This is the life I’ve dreamed of all my life,” Dicky admitted, unprepared for the accompanying lump in his throat. He
didn’t know why finally having fantastic sex would get him all emotional and teary-eyed.
Or was it something else?
“Is that all you dreamed of?” Morgan murmured, his eyes dreamy as he gazed at Dicky. “Fantastic sex?”
There he goes again with his veiled questions. Was he fishing for how Dicky truly felt about him? What if it was just a
question—with no veiled undertones… and it was Dicky jumping to conclusions? Falsely interpreting his meaning? But why
would he do that, unless…
Unless you want there to be undertones.
Was he falling in love with Morgan—for real?
Or were his hormones—and thus, his emotions—simply all jacked up from mind-blowing sex? How was a person to
determine if they were merely infatuated… or honestly in love?
Dicky didn’t have the answer because he’d never been intensely infatuated or in love before.
Fuck.
“I, um…” Dicky shrugged and laughed nervously. “I don’t know. For so long, I’ve been so focused on finding a great lover,
that I haven’t really thought about the… other stuff.”
“Other stuff.” Morgan smiled small. “You mean love.”
“Yeah…”
“You seem uncomfortable talking about love. Did someone break your heart? Someone you didn’t tell me about?”
Dicky laughed softly and shook his head. “No. I’ve told you about everyone I’ve ever been with, and I wasn’t in love with
any of them. No one’s ever had the power to break my heart.”
Until now? Was that true?
The fasted way to a man’s heart is through his dick.
Is that what happened—Morgan sneaked right into his heart through sex?
Not just sex—out of this world, fan-fucking-tastic sex!
“Hm.” Morgan sighed and cocked his head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Challenge accepted.”
“What… challenge?”
Morgan rose from his chair, stepped closer to Dicky, and bent down, kissing him softly on the mouth. “Gaining the power.”
Dicky stared into his eyes, slowly drowning in the dark depths. He was almost convinced Morgan already had the power
and Dicky wasn’t sure if he should feel excited or terrified about that. Should he keep these thoughts to himself—or confess his
emotional turmoil to the man?
They hadn’t even fucked yet—not the full meal deal, anyway. If he said the wrong thing, it could bring all of this to a
screeching halt. Better to wait until after all the bells and whistles. Then if it blew up… at least, he would have one full day—
and night—of incredible sexual adventure. He wasn’t ready to risk it all on the perchance that something deeper was
developing between him and Morgan.
Dicky put on his game face and smiled. “Good luck.”
“I don’t rely on luck,” Morgan whispered through another kiss. “I rely on my talents.”
“Then I’m in trouble.”
“Damn straight, you are.” Morgan chuckled softly and drew Dicky to his feet. “Let’s get comfortable and… talk… while
our meal settles.” Morgan led him to the bed, then proceeded to strip naked. He slid between the sheets, his back propped
against the pillows. An eyebrow cocked when Dicky just stood there. “Join me?” He flipped back the blankets, exposing his
thick growing erection.
“I, uh…” Dicky smiled and rubbed his mouth. “I thought we were going to talk.”
Morgan chuckled. “We are.”
“How am I supposed to talk with that in bed with me? And how can you talk? You can’t possibly have enough blood left in
your brain for your mind to function properly.” Dicky smirked.
“I’ll manage.”
“Hm.” Dicky eyed him doubtfully and undressed. He scooted under the blankets next to Morgan, their naked bodies
touching, scorching one another. Dicky shivered. “I think we should have stayed at the table to talk.”
“Nah,” Morgan countered. “Pillow talk is my forte. Between the sheets is where I have my greatest epiphanies.”
Dicky laughed low. “Is that what you call it?”
“Yep.” Morgan chuckled and wrapped his arm around Dicky and kissed his mouth, then his throat.
“I think I like how you talk.” Dicky moaned, quivering from head to toe, and rubbed his hand over Morgan’s head, the short
bristles of hair tickling his palm.
Morgan groaned as he nibbled Dicky’s neck and ran one hand down his body, between his thighs, to grasp Dicky’s hard
cock. He stroked a few times—slow, casual strokes—then withdrew his hand.
Dicky whimpered, “Don’t… stop.”
Sitting up straight, Morgan smiled. “There’ll be plenty more of that, I promise.” He kissed Dicky’s head. “And much more
than that.”
Sighing, Dicky nodded. “Okay.” He scooted up a bit and leaned against the wall. “So, what do we talk about?”
“Anything.” Morgan pressed his lips to Dicky’s hair. “There’s got to be something you haven’t told me yet.”
There was something. “Okay. Um… you remember the guy I told you about, who fisted me?”
“Yeah.” Morgan’s voice reflected his disapproval. “The prick who didn’t understand what stop meant?”
“Yeah, him.”
“What about him?”
“Well, it’s not so much about him,” Dicky said, “but what he did to me. The orgasm about blew off the top of my head,
but… I couldn’t really enjoy it because he wasn’t a trustworthy lover. But I think I might like to try it again with… with
someone I can trust.”
“Me?”
Dicky laughed quietly. “Yeah, you.” He chewed his lower lip. “But if you’re not into that sort of thing, it’s okay. I just
thought…”
“I’ll do anything you want me to,” Morgan murmured. “But we’ll do it right. Plenty of prep work so you enjoy it from start
to finish.”
“Have you ever…”
“A few times.”
“Give… and receive?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah.” Morgan smiled. “But I’d like it a whole lot more with you.”
“I’d definitely like it more with you.”
“Sexual explorations need to be with someone you trust. I would never do anything to hurt you. And I don’t care how far
along we were into something, if you said no or stop, I wouldn’t insist we keep going. You have my word on that.”
A warm sensation filtered through Dicky. “I know,” he whispered. “I trust you completely.”
10
“There is something you should know,” Morgan said after they had talked for half an hour about random things.
Dicky tensed, unsure why. “What?”
“My ex-wife wants me back. She wants us all to be a family again. Start over and all that.” Morgan sighed. “She believes
I’ve changed. And I have. I would never again be so reckless and irresponsible.”
“But you’re… gay,” Dicky murmured, his throat tight. “If you’re different now, then that means you wouldn’t want to cheat
on her. But if you prefer men…”
“I didn’t say I was going back to her,” Morgan said, but Dicky detected a note of uncertainty in there; he was considering it.
“But her and the kids, they are my family and I have obligations. I have a shitload to make up for.”
Dicky lowered his eyes, a heaviness settling in his chest. “I would never ask you to give them up. A man should take care
of his own.” Dicky wished this conversation would have waited until after sex.
“I know,” Morgan said quietly. “That’s one of the things that make you so amazing. You’re not selfish.”
I’m not so sure about that. Dicky had disregarded James’ feelings to be with Morgan. The fact that James probably wasn’t
even gay and didn’t seem to enjoy intimacy with Dicky didn’t exonerate Dicky—he’d used his relationship with James to get
closer to Morgan.
Did Morgan tell him these things about his family as a way of cautioning Dicky not to get too serious? He was sending up
mixed signals. Or not. Maybe Dicky was the one mixing them up.
Just let this be about sex, the way it started. Stop trying to complicate it and enjoy it while you can.
Dicky shrugged. “If you say so.” He slipped his hand beneath the covers and massaged Morgan’s cock. “Is our meal settled
enough?” He kissed Morgan’s chest and sucked his nipple.
“Mmm…” Morgan breathed deep and lifted his hips. “I love your hands, baby.” Turning onto his side, Morgan kissed
Dicky full on the mouth and slowly shifted him onto his back as he slid on top of him. “I’m ready to fuck if you are.”
“I am.” Dicky shivered.
Morgan growled and ravaged his neck, then turned Dicky onto his stomach and kneeled behind him, massaging his ass
cheeks.
“Oh, wow.” Dicky shuddered. “That feels good.”
“How about this?” Morgan spread his cheeks and dragged his tongue along his crack, teasing his hole with the tip of his
tongue.
“Uhm!” Dicky gasped.
Morgan chuckled low and spread his hole wider and nudged his tight entrance with his tongue, forcing the appendage in a
fraction—then began stabbing his hole.
“Oh my god!” Dicky gouged the sheets and arched his ass. “Oh fuck, you’re making my dick so hard.”
Sitting back on his heels, Morgan grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and coated his erection and worked some of
the gel into Dicky’s ass. Dicky whimpered as his slick fingers stroked in and out of him a few times.
“Think my tongue and fingers feel good?” Morgan whispered in his ear as he leaned over the top of him. “Tell me how this
feels.” Morgan touched the tip of his cock to Dicky’s slick hole and slowly pushed his hips forward, squeezing the plump head
into his lover’s ass.
“Uuhhh…” Dicky tensed, his fingers digging into the bed. “Ohh… fuuuck… yes…” Dicky’s head went light as Morgan
buried his long, thick cock deeper inside him. Dicky raised his ass as Morgan spread his cheeks and continued pushing in.
“Holy fuck,” Morgan groaned. “This is a glorious sight. Your ass is fucking beautiful.” He grunted. “And so fucking
tight.”
Dicky bit the pillow and squeezed fists of the sheet, his loins exploding with ecstasy as Morgan stretched him open wider
and wider. When his pelvis pressed against Dicky’s ass and every inch of his dick was inside him, Morgan held it there and
slowly rotated his hips, stirring his engorged cock inside Dicky… massaging his magic button.
“Uuhh!” Dicky gasped sharply, panting into the pillow. “Oh, my god… oh god… right there!”
Morgan chuckled with quickened breath and began lightly pumping his ass, tapping his button.
“Fuuuck…” Dicky choked. “Oh my god… fuck me…”
“Good god,” Morgan panted. “I could fuck this ass for the rest of my life.” He grabbed Dicky’s waist and lifted him onto
hands and knees, then squeezed his hips and fucked him a little harder. “Aahhh… fuuuck! Your ass feels so fucking good!”
“Uh-uh-uuhh!” Dicky rocked back and forth beneath Morgan’s thrusts as the bed shuddered and bumped the wall. “Oh
fuck… fuck… don’t stop….”
“Wasn’t… going to,” Morgan grunted and shoved in deeper on the next thrust.
“Fuck!” Dicky cried when Morgan’s dick drilled his prostate, pounding his sweet spot harder and faster, his thick flesh
stretching Dicky’s hole. “Oh fuck-fuck-fuck!”
“Aahh—yes!” Morgan spread his cheeks, his thumbs sliding into Dicky’s crack, as he watched his huge meat disappear
into his lover’s ass again and again. “It doesn’t… get better… than this…”
Dicky agreed but any verbal response was stuck as the base of his constricted throat. Fuck—how had he lasted his whole
life without a lover like Morgan?
“Uuhh!” Dicky swallowed when Morgan sat back on his heels, pulled Dicky upright, and bounced him on his cock, his hot
fingers digging into Dicky’s sweaty skin. “Holy fuck… shit…” Dicky’s stiff rod whirled like a helicopter propeller. He let it
fly as he clutched Morgan’s wrists and gyrated on the man’s big dick.
Morgan bit the nape of his neck, a guttural growl rumbling deep in his thick chest. Dicky shivered from scalp to toes and
precum flicked from the tip of his swinging cock. His meat swelled as Morgan assaulted his magic button, hitting the spot with
each vigorous thrust. Cum filled his balls and pushed up his shaft.
“Oh god!” Dicky gasped hoarsely. “Oh god-oh fuck-I’m gonna cum!”
Morgan squeezed his waist and pushed him forward a little and pounded his ass. “Don’t fight it, baby… give it up… cum
for me…” His thrusts shortened into rabbit punches. “Cum-cum-cum!”
“Aahh-AHH!” Dicky yelled and looked down, deep pants surging in and out of him, as cum squirted from his cock. “Oh
fuck-oh shit-UUHH!!”
Morgan gripped him tighter and drilled his hole, pumping every drop of cum from Dicky’s balls.
“Uh-fuck!” Dicky gasped and fell forward on his hands, his chest heaving, sweat trickling down his fevered body. “Oh.
My. God.”
Chuckling breathlessly, Morgan remained behind him, his steel rod buried in Dicky’s ass. The man hadn’t cum yet. With
gentle force, Morgan pushed forward, causing Dicky to sink onto the bed on his stomach. Morgan went down with him, his
muscular body covering Dicky, his hard dick occupying his ass.
Dicky expected him to go all out and pound him into the bed. Instead, Morgan trailed his fingertips over Dicky’s damp,
feverish skin and nuzzled the nape of his neck. He pushed his cock in a little deeper but didn’t stroke. Somehow, the immobile
presence of Morgan inside him… lingering in his tight cave… proved nearly as erotic as the man all-out fucking him.
“Is this okay?” Morgan whispered with a husk in his voice, his heated breath swirling inside Dicky’s ear. “Is it okay if I
just… hang out in here a moment.” His hips shifted a fraction, inciting a low groan in the man. “It feels so damn good.”
Shivering from a sudden rush of emotion and sexual excitement, Dicky released a shaky exhale into the pillow. “I… I don’t
mind,” he rasped. “It feels good for me, too.”
“Yeah?” Morgan softly kissed his ear, then explored with the tip of his wet tongue, sending tiny electrical zings skittering
through Dicky… straight down to his flaccid member, bringing some substance back to his rod.
“Mmm…” Dicky moaned. “I kind of love your tongue.”
Morgan chuckled quietly. “Before we leave this room, you will more than kind of love it.” The slick tip of his tongue
glided along the tendon of Dicky’s neck and the younger man shivered hard. “This tongue will make you cum just by licking
your ass.” He sucked Dicky’s earlobe. “Believe me?”
“Uh… huh,” Dicky whimpered—and his dick twitched… and swelled a bit. He’d almost cum the last time Morgan licked
his ass—he had no doubt the man’s tongue could take him all the way.
“Mm.” Morgan nuzzled around his ear. “I love your faith in me and my…” He slowly rotated his hips, striking gold. “…
talents.”
A sharp whimper caught in Dicky’s throat as the man ignited his prostate with that simple gyration. “Fuck…” he gasped out
on another whimper. “Get me hard again—please. I want to cum with you.”
Morgan grinned against his ear. “As you wish, sweet baby.”
Dicky readied himself when Morgan sat up and pulled out of him. Dicky shuddered as the man’s thick, long cock slid from
his tight ass and a rush of cool air swept into his raw, stretched hole. His heart thumped faster as Morgan spread Dicky’s legs
and palmed his ass, spreading his cheeks. He dragged his tongue through the small of Dicky’s back and on down through his
crack, flicking his sensitive hole.
Holy shit! Dicky clenched his jaw, his throat constricting—and his cock went stiff.
Morgan applied added lube to his dick and to Dicky’s flexing asshole. “This will be quick,” Morgan whispered. “For both
of us.” He leaned forward until his brow touched the back of Dicky’s head, his hot breath puffing into his hair. Shivers raced
through Dicky when the man’s erect cock rubbed his hole.
Dicky held his breath, waiting for the plunge.
Morgan flattened his palms against the bed, elbows bent tensely, his forehead pressing firm against Dicky’s scalp. He
abruptly pushed up on his arms—and slammed his cock into Dicky’s ass, nailing his prostate.
Fucking hell! Dicky clawed the sheets and tried to breathe as Morgan drilled straight down into his hole, the tip of his
engorged dick bouncing furiously against Dicky’s magic gland—bam-bam-bam!
“Uuhh—UUHHH!!” Dicky wailed and his cock turned to steel, raking against the bed, wetting the sheets with precum.
“Uh-uh-uh-UUH-FUUUCK!!”
Morgan growled through a clenched jaw, breath hissing between his teeth. His pelvis bounced off Dicky’s ass, his balls
slapping Dicky’s sack with an almost cracking echo. “Uuuhhh! Fuck-fuck-FUCK!!” Morgan used his knees to shove Dicky’s
thighs further apart, opening his hole a bit wider, and fucked him harder.
“Oh my god!” Dicky screamed—no one had made him scream before! “Oh god-ohgod-ohgod-OHGAWWDD!!” His face
ground into the pillow as Morgan fucked him into sexual oblivion. “UUU-HUUUH-UUUHH!!”
Dicky went into sudden spasms as cum shot onto the sheets beneath him, the mind-shattering orgasm ripping through his
frame. Morgan wasn’t done as he shifted a fraction, hitting Dicky’s prostate from a slightly different angle. Dicky blew another
load of cum onto the bed, grinding the sticky mess into the sheets.
“OOOOHHHH!!” Dicky choked on his own mind-rending ecstasy.
“UHH!” Morgan grunted and his hips jerked, filling Dicky with a thick load of hot, gooey cum. He grunted again and fucked
through the orgasm, his cock slipping and sliding in and out of Dicky’s cum-coated hole, his creamy deposits draining out onto
Dicky’s balls. With a forceful exhale, Morgan rolled off Dicky and onto the bed beside him, hand flopping onto his flushed,
sweaty chest. “Fuck, yeah,” he panted heavily and grinned. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
11
Following another shower—and a change of bedsheets—Dicky flopped onto the bed in just a white robe. He gazed heavily
at Morgan who sat next to him and refilled their wine glasses. “I’ve never been this exhausted from sex.” Dicky smiled tiredly.
“It feels… great.”
“I will take that as a compliment.” Morgan chuckled lightly.
“Oh, it was definitely a compliment.” Dicky scooted up and leaned against the wall. Morgan handed him a drink.
“Although…” He sipped his wine. “… compliment is a gross understatement. I mean, would you compliment God for creating
the universe? Or rather, praise his magnificent… power and artistic imagination?”
A small smile tugged the corner of Morgan’s mouth as he stared at Dicky, a warm glimmer in his eyes. “Praise, huh?”
“Mm.” Dicky squinted over the rim of his glass. “After the things you did to me… it certainly makes me want to praise
you.” He bit his lower lip and smiled impishly. “Get down on my knees and worship you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I already said you were a superhero… that’s almost the same as a god, right?”
“If it’ll get you to kneel before me, then I have to say yes.” Morgan chuckled. “That’s one position I’ll never get bored
with.”
“Me, neither.” Dicky placed the wine glass on the nightstand and scooted closer to Morgan. He traced a fingertip down the
center of Morgan’s chest through the opening in his robe. “I can’t believe how horny I still am. Exhausted, but still horny.”
“Same.” Morgan kissed his head, then brought Dicky’s hand to his lips. “But before we rev our engines again, how about
we relax for a bit and just… cuddle?”
Cuddle. The sweet intimacy of the word gave Dicky the warm tingles. After the way Morgan had been fucking him since
they arrived at the hotel, it sounded strange for the man to suggest cuddling.
“Okay,” Dicky murmured and inched closer. He hugged Morgan’s body and laid his head on the man’s thick chest.
Morgan wrapped his arm around Dicky, pressed his lips to his damp hair, and inhaled. “Mm,” he whispered. “I love your
just showered scent.”
“Yours, too,” Dicky moaned as he nuzzled Morgan’s neck.
“Careful, now…” Morgan laughed low as his robe tented a bit down below.
“Sorry.” Dicky smiled and returned his head to Morgan’s chest. He sighed with contentment when Morgan caressed his
upper back through his robe.
“This is nice,” Morgan said quietly. “It feels good.”
The man’s intimacy stirred up some of the anxieties Dicky had pushed down earlier. With every second he spent with
Morgan, he grew more certain that he wanted this to be more than a sexual fling. Would Morgan engage in these little intimate
acts if he didn’t want more than sex as well? Dicky thought about some of his veiled comments and what they meant… if
anything.
He’s considering remarrying his ex-wife—don’t get too attached.
Dicky tried to keep that in mind, but as Morgan held him close—cuddled him—Dicky struggled to remain in the proper
frame of mind. So much of what Morgan said and everything he did, screamed that he wanted Dicky for his own.
Or maybe, that’s simply what you want.
Morgan sighed and kissed Dicky’s hair. “So, tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know.”
Laughing softly, Dicky replied, “I’m not sure there is anything you don’t know.”
“There’s got to be at least one thing you haven’t told me.”
“Hm.” Dicky searched his mind. There was one thing… but surely, he’d told Morgan already. It seemed like something he
would’ve mentioned. “Did I, um… tell you that I’ve never… topped during sex?”
“What? For real?”
“I didn’t tell you that?”
“No.” Morgan chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered.”
Dicky smiled. “Well, there you go. Something you didn’t know about me.” He raised his head. “Now, tell me something I
don’t know about you.”
Morgan exhaled. “Let’s see,” he murmured. “Well… you say you’ve never topped? I’ve never bottomed.”
Dicky sat up. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” Morgan grinned. “I mean, I’ve used dildos and vibrators and other toys, but no… never the real thing.”
“Why not? Didn’t it feel good when you used the toys?”
“Fuck,” Morgan laughed. “It felt fucking fantastic. The first time I got off with a dildo, my head nearly exploded.”
Dicky shivered. “That’s so fucking hot.” He glanced at Morgan’s crotch and noted the tent had grown. He resisted the
temptation to reach inside Morgan’s robe and handle his erection—this was cuddle time. Of course, if Morgan kept talking
about toys and orgasms, cuddle time would surely revert back to fuck time. Dicky’s cock was already in fuck-mode—stiff as a
board and grinding into Morgan’s thigh.
“So, um…” Dicky cleared his throat when his voice rasped. “If you liked it so much, why haven’t you bottomed with a real
person?”
Morgan sighed. “It’s like this,” he said. “For me, bottoming is an act of submission to one’s lover. I realize not everyone
feels that way and that’s fine, but it’s how it is for me. And…” He shrugged and sighed again. “… I can’t submit to someone
unless I trust them completely.”
“Oh,” Dicky whispered with a sudden sinking feeling. Morgan hadn’t once offered himself to Dicky since they started
fucking. He hadn’t even hinted that he might be okay with him topping. Dicky hadn’t thought anything of it because he was a
natural bottom. But now… was Morgan trying to tell Dicky that he didn’t fully trust him as a lover? “So, uh…” Dicky quietly
cleared his throat. “In your whole life, you’ve… you’ve never been with anyone you trust enough to…”
“No,” Morgan admitted.
Dicky nodded, and the sinking feeling grew heavier.
Morgan cupped his head and kissed his brow. “Until now,” he whispered.
Numbness spread through Dicky, and he went still in Morgan’s arms. “Wh-what?”
Tipping his face up, Morgan kissed him softly. “I said… until now.” His thumb caressed Dicky’s cheek. “If you ever decide
you want to top… I’d like to be your first.” Morgan kissed him again. “But no pressure. Everything happens in its own time.”
Dicky was so awestruck he could hardly return Morgan’s kisses.
Morgan has never trusted anyone to top him—but he trusts you!
Dicky wasn’t prepared for the overload of emotion that fact carried with it. His eyes stung and he blinked quickly. When he
tried to speak, his throat worked but no words formed.
Morgan chuckled softly, kissed him again, and wrapped him deep in his arms, cuddling him against his strong body. “All in
good time, sweet baby.”
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Dicky wasn’t aware he’d drifted off, until he opened his eyes to a shadowed hotel room. The drapes were closed and
through the cracks, Dicky saw that it was dark outside. How long had he been asleep?
The bed beside him was empty and the bedside lamp dimmed. Morgan. Where was he?
Dicky sat forward. The bathroom door stood ajar, the light off. Dicky left the bed, still wearing the robe. “Morgan?” He
went to the sliding glass door that led out to the small balcony and peered through the drapes. Morgan leaned on the thick rail
in his white robe, staring out into the night. Dicky slid open the door and stepped out. “Morgan?”
The man turned and smiled small. “You’re awake,” he murmured. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah.” Dicky walked over and hugged him. “Very well.” He inhaled the cool night air. “And now, I’m all refreshed.”
“Is that so?” Morgan chuckled and kissed him. “That’s good to know.”
Dicky pressed his face to Morgan’s throat. “What you said, before I fell asleep,” he whispered. “Is that still something you
want, or… or have you changed your mind?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if there was any chance I might change my mind,” Morgan said quietly. “What are your thoughts on
the matter?”
“I… I want to.” Dicky swallowed thickly, his pulse quickening. “Very much want to.”
“All right.” Morgan nodded and touched his lips to Dicky’s head. “But before we take that step, there’s something I need to
do first.” He drew back and looked into Dicky’s eyes. “And there’s something you need to do, as well.”
Dicky nodded, sure that he knew what the man meant. “Can it wait till morning?” Dicky whispered as he slowly loosened
the cloth belt of Morgan’s robe. “I was hoping to do some more worshipping tonight.” He slid his palm along Morgan’s stiff
cock and gazed up at the man sweetly.
“It can wait,” Morgan rasped.
“Wonderful.” Dicky smiled and sank to his knees. Morgan shed the robe, letting it drop to the balcony floor, uncaring who
might be watching. Dicky suffered no qualms about possible voyeurs; if someone was looking, they would get one hell of a
show.
Morgan gripped the rail with one hand while Dicky lathered his hard meat with an eager tongue. “Mm.”
Dicky took his time, teasing him with brief sucks of the plump cock head, dragging agonized groans from the man. Morgan
took his dick in hand and rubbed the tip across Dicky’s mouth, smearing cum juice that Dicky quickly licked from his lips
before stretching out his tongue. Morgan lightly smacked his cock head on Dicky’s tongue, then slid his dick into the younger
man’s mouth.
“Mmmm…” Dicky moaned and drew him into his throat, held him there and sucked his cock with his mouth and tongue, no
stroking, only suction. “Mmmm… mmmm… mmmm…”
Morgan gripped the rail harder, his chest heaving and neck cords popping as the vibration of Dicky’s moans added to the
intense pleasure of getting his cock sucked. “Fuck,” Morgan gasped short and stiff. His hips pushed forward, pulled back,
pushed again… pumping his dick in and out of Dicky’s mouth. “Fucking hell…” he grunted and grabbed Dicky’s head with his
free hand. His fingers dug into Dicky’s scalp as Morgan rocked his younger lover’s mouth on his engorged cock. “Fuck, baby…
suck it… suck it good and deep…”
“Mmm… hmmm…” Dicky swallowed his meat and shoved his mouth onto him with added vigor, fucking him with his
mouth and throat. Dicky’s cock bobbed rigidly between his thighs, dripping precum on his legs and the balcony floor. He
refrained from jerking off, because he knew Morgan would return the favor and he desperately wanted to cum down the man’s
throat.
“Holy fuck…” Morgan gripped a fist of his hair. “Oh fuck, baby… don’t stop… keep sucking my dick… make me cum…
I’m gonna cum so fucking hard… now… now… noowww!” His hips spasmed and a load of thick cum shot across the back of
Dicky’s tongue and slid down his throat—then another and another.
“Mmmm!!” Dicky sucked and tugged his cock, hungrily swallowing his cum, and didn’t stop sucking until Morgan’s grip on
his hair eased and the man slowly pulled out of his mouth. Dicky sat on his heels and licked his lips, his cock a steel bar
between his legs, drooling precum.
Morgan exhaled hard and sagged against the rail. He wiped an unsteady hand over his face and inhaled deeply of the cool
air. “Fucking hell, baby,” he panted. “You blow like a pro.”
Dicky flashed him a flattered smile, then achingly crawled to his feet, his balls so tight and dick so hard he could hardly
stand upright. He leaned back on the rail, gripping it with both hands as his cock jutted upward toward his lower stomach,
plump veins snaking up and down the swollen shaft, clear juices bubbling from the tip.
Taking note of his condition, Morgan smiled slyly and raised an eyebrow. “You look like you’re in agony, sweet baby.”
Dicky whimpered and nodded. “Much agony.”
“Well, then…” Morgan moved closer and rubbed his hand down Dicky’s tense stomach, his fingertips teasing the base of
his incredibly hard erection, pulling another pained whimper from Dicky, causing his dick to jump and twitch. “… let daddy
ease your pain.”
Morgan went to his knees and swallowed Dicky’s cock with no preliminaries.
“Uuh!” Dicky yelled out loud, uncaring who might hear him and peek out their windows to investigate. “Fuck—yeesss!
Fuuuck! Suck it, daddy—suck my dick! Suck it HARD!!”
Like a good lover, Morgan obeyed and went to town on his cock.
Dicky nearly went blind with ecstasy as the ex-con sucked and tugged and pulled on his throbbing dick with hands and
mouth, stroking with superhero strength, suctioning tighter and tighter around his swollen meat.
Tears of sheer ecstasy sprang to Dicky’s eyes. He clung to the rail as his legs turned to rubber and threatened to buckle.
“Holy fuck-holy fuck-fuck-fuck-FUUUCK!!” With a violent jerk of his entire body, he blew his load down Morgan’s throat.
The orgasm held on as Morgan didn’t let up, sucking more cum from his balls. “Aaaahhh!” Dicky wailed—then gasped
sharply when Morgan stuffed a finger in his ass, rooted deep, found his magic button—and began pushing it.
Dicky gouged the rail and went up on his tiptoes, every muscle in his body straining as his dick hardened on command
inside Morgan’s mouth. Seconds later, he shot another wad of cum down his lover’s throat.
“Uuuhh—UUUHHH!!” Dicky screamed and arched his hips forward, sinking his cock deeper into Morgan’s mouth as the
man sucked the fucking soul from his body.
12
“Is something wrong?”
Dicky sat on the end of the bed, unable to conceal his anxiety. Still, he flashed a smile and lied. “No. What could be
wrong?”
Morgan slipped on his jacket, moments from walking out the door. He returned to the bed and stood before Dicky, hands
clamped loosely on his hips. “Liar.” He tilted Dicky’s chin up and leaned down and kissed him. “Tell me.”
“Okay.” Dicky sighed and stood. He lightly gripped the front of Morgan’s jacket. “There’s something I need to say to you
before… before you go.”
“What’s that?” Morgan ran his fingers through Dicky’s hair, making it fucking difficult to get the words out—words Dicky
did not want to speak. But if he hoped to look himself in the mirror and see a relatively decent man staring back… he had to
say it.
Dicky exhaled shakily. “So, I… I just wanted to tell you that…” He cleared his throat when it tightened. “… that when you
go home to talk to your wife…”
“Ex-wife.”
“Yeah,” Dicky whispered. “Ex-wife.” He trembled a little; when had this turned into so much more than a fun sexual
adventure? He didn’t know, but the reality of that fact made his next words that much harder to speak. “It’s just… you’ve been
away from your family for quite a while,” he whispered. “If you return home and realize that… that’s where you want to be…
where you belong…” He swallowed thickly. “I’ll understand and I… I won’t be upset with you. I would never ask you to give
them up for me.”
Morgan nodded. “I know,” he murmured. “You clarified that earlier. And I’m deeply grateful for your selflessness. It tells
me I was right about you from the start. You’re a man of integrity.”
Dicky wasn’t sure about that, because again—James.
“I should get going.” Morgan kissed him. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Dicky whispered. “Okay.” Morgan kissed him once more and left the hotel room. Dicky sank onto the bed and
stared at the floor. Was this the end? Would he ever see Morgan again? He was sure Morgan would grant him a courtesy phone
call, at least, if he chose to stay with his family… but he wouldn’t come back in the flesh. Morgan wouldn’t want to cheat on
his wife again, and being near Dicky would create too much temptation.
Why are you writing him off so quickly?
“To prepare myself,” he whispered on a sigh and rose from the bed. He grabbed his jacket and overnight bag and started to
leave, then cast one last look at the bed where all his fantasies had come true overnight. He hadn’t expected this experience to
be so hard on his heart.
After checking out at the front desk, Dicky embarked on the two-hour drive home. Coming there to pick up Morgan
yesterday, the drive had seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Heading home, the minutes dragged by, affording him too much
time to consider the “what ifs” and “what could’ve been” if Morgan didn’t return to him.
Dicky tried replaying all the wild sex he’d had with Morgan, but his thoughts incessantly circled back around to his
mounting anxieties. He’d never fretted over a lover before; he wasn’t used to this.
You’ve never had a lover like Morgan.
Never been fucked the way Morgan fucked him.
Never had someone look at him like Morgan looked at him.
Never felt the things Morgan made him feel.
Dicky was in uncharted territory and had no idea how to proceed. He realized now that he’d never expected to fall in love
—even if he found the perfect lover.
Fall in love? Is that what you are—in love?
“How the fuck should I know?” he mumbled. “What is love?”
Yesterday, he’d pondered the difference between love and infatuation and how one could tell the difference. He still didn’t
know the answer.
Dicky put thoughts of Morgan on hold when he finally arrived home. He sat in the car for a few minutes out in front of the
house, wondering what he would say to James. Though convinced James didn’t want to be in a relationship with a man, Dicky
still felt like shit for deceiving him and didn’t look forward to the conversation ahead.
“Just bite the bullet and get it over with,” he muttered when a few more minutes passed. Dicky shoved open the door and
climbed out. His body felt strangely heavy, the core of the weight settled in his chest. It had been with him the entire drive
home, beginning the moment Morgan walked out of the hotel room.
Don’t worry about that right now. Talk to James and settle this predicament first.
Dicky paused at the front door and considered ringing the doorbell. You live here, dipshit. He opened the door and entered
the house. James’ car was in the driveway, yet silence met Dicky as he passed through the entry hall. He glanced into the living
room and kitchen; both empty.
“James?”
Sounds came to him from the bedroom. Voices. Dicky frowned and walked quietly down the hall. The door to his and
James’ bedroom was ajar. The voices became more pronounced, the sounds very familiar; sounds he and Morgan made all
night long.
Dicky eased the door open a couple more inches and looked inside, shocked—relieved?—by the scene playing out before
him: James, naked on the bed with a woman that Dicky recognized as one of their neighbors. The woman perched on all fours
as James fucked her doggy-style, with much vigor and skill.
He never fucked me like that, Dicky mused, his suspicions of the man wholly confirmed.
Rather than make his presence, known, Dicky retreated to the kitchen, grabbed a cold beer from the fridge, sat at the table,
and listened to the show. He drank his beer with a sense of relief, though what was happening in the bedroom didn’t exonerate
his own actions.
The woman’s voice rose in tempo as she begged James to fuck her harder, faster! She screamed and climaxed—once,
twice, three times! Dicky smiled and nodded. “You go, James,” he murmured. “Taking care of business. Nice.”
The bedroom activity quieted down soon after and Dicky finished his beer and waited.
The shower turned on and ran for about fifteen minutes, then shut off.
Moments later, James walked into the kitchen with a towel around his waist and his skin steaming. He halted abruptly when
he saw Dicky sitting at the table. “I wasn’t…” He shook his head. “… expecting you home so early.”
“So I gathered.”
James offered no reply, explanation, or excuse as he went to the counter and popped a K-Cup into the coffee machine and
waited for his shot of morning caffeine.
“So…” Dicky shifted in his chair and looked at James. “How long has this been going on?”
James stared back without a shred of guilt. “Almost as long as you’ve been seeing Morgan.” He slowly raised an eyebrow.
“He was released yesterday, am I right?”
“Yes.”
“How is he?”
Dicky smiled small. “He is… fantastic.”
“As expected.”
“So, if you knew I was seeing him behind your back,” Dicky wondered, “why didn’t you say something?”
James shrugged. “Because the more he satisfied your needs, the less I had to do it. I really hate the taste of cock, by the
way.”
Dicky smirked. “Yeah, I was beginning to get the memo.” His thoughts zapped back to last night on the balcony and how
much he loved the taste of cock—the taste of Morgan’s cock. “It’s okay. You could have told me you weren’t gay.”
“I guess,” James mumbled. “But I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Did you think I would kick you out because you didn’t want to have sex with me?”
“Well, when couples break up, they usually go their separate ways.”
Dicky chuckled. “We could’ve still been roommates. I would’ve been fine with that.”
James smiled sheepishly. “Guess we should have communicated better.”
“Yeah.” Dicky stood up. “So, this…” He gestured toward the hall and the bedroom beyond. “…is it serious?”
“Maybe,” James said. “We have a lot in common and we enjoy each other’s company. And…” He smiled. “… the sex is
great.”
“I heard.” Dicky laughed.
James plucked his mug from the coffee machine and began preparing his drink. “And what about you and Morgan? Is that
serious?”
Dicky hesitated, not sure of the answer himself. “Could be,” he said quietly. “I guess time will tell.”
James eyed Dicky. “You want it to be serious, don’t you?”
“I…” Dicky sighed. “I guess I do.”
“Have you told him?”
“Told him what?”
“How you feel.”
Dicky fidgeted. “Not… exactly. Morgan has other factors to consider, and I don’t want to…”
“What?”
“I don’t know,” Dicky mumbled. “Make him feel like I want him to choose me over… other important stuff in his life.”
“But you do, right?”
“I want to be with him,” Dicky admitted aloud for the first time. “But I can’t ask him to choose me. And I won’t. It wouldn’t
be right.”
 James squinted teasingly. “Well, look at you, putting on your big boy pants and being all mature and responsible.”
Dicky smiled uncertainly. “What does that mean?”
“I just never took you to be all that serious about relationships. You seemed to be all about the sex and little more.” His
smile warmed. “It’s nice to know there’s an emotional human being in there.”
Dicky chuckled softly. “Yeah, it surprised me, too.” He gazed at James. “I’m really sorry for everything. Regardless of how
things were between us, I was wrong to start something with Morgan without ending things with you first. I don’t feel good
about that at all.”
James sighed. “How about we forgive each other for our infidelities… and move on with our lives? Neither of us were
hurt, we were just bad at communicating.”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” Dicky murmured. “We still friends?”
James laughed quietly and hugged Dicky. “Absolutely.” He squeezed Dicky and spoke in his ear. “Make your feelings
known to Morgan. Don’t leave things to chance.”
Dicky drew back. “I thought you didn’t like him.”
“I never said that. I just said it might be better if he didn’t hang around, with us both being ex-cons and on parole.” He
gripped Dicky’s shoulder. “Morgan is a good man. He protected me in prison even when he hardly knew me. I think you’d be a
fool to let him get away.”
It isn’t my choice. If he decides to go back to his wife and family… I have to let him go.
“Yeah,” Dicky whispered. “I know.”
“Why don’t you have him come stay here with you?” James asked. “You’re going to need another roommate.”
“Huh?” Dicky frowned.
“I’m moving out,” James said. “My clothes and things are already packed. I was just waiting for you to come home so I
could tell you.”
“Oh… okay. But you don’t have to go. Like I said, we can still be roommates and friends.”
“I appreciate the offer.” James smiled. “But I think it’s best if I get my own place. More privacy for us both.”
“Yeah, no, that makes sense.”
“By the way,” James said. “I assume the interview at the strip club was just a… ruse? To throw me off so you could go see
Morgan?”
Dicky shook his head. “Actually, I do have an interview at the club, but not until next week.”
“You’re really going to be a stripper?”
“If they hire me, yeah.” Dicky grinned. “I think it’ll be fun.”
“If you say so.” James chuckled. “What does Morgan think of you stripping?”
“He’s cool with it, as long as I don’t fuck anyone.”
“You, in a club full of hot gay strippers?” James smirked. “That might be a challenge.”
“What?” Dicky smiled.
“You—not fucking anyone.”
Dicky laughed. “Yeah, well, I’ll try and restrain myself.”
13
James’ girlfriend, Kendra, helped him move his belongings out of the house. Dicky stayed out of the way until they were
ready to leave. Kendra went out to the car while James said his final goodbyes to Dicky.
“I do wish you and Morgan the best,” James said sincerely. “I hope things work out the way you want them to. I think
Morgan is good for you. He helps you get in touch with your emotions. That’s a good thing.”
“Yeah, I suppose it is.”
James smiled. “It is.”
The men hugged and Dicky bid James farewell and wished him the best of life and love. When James was gone, the house
suddenly felt deafeningly silent and empty. His fingers itched to send a text to Malcolm, but that wasn’t an itch he could scratch.
Unless Morgan called or messaged him beforehand, Dicky wouldn’t be talking to the man until tomorrow.
Hopefully by tomorrow.
It wasn’t even noon yet, so that left many hours to kill. Many hours to sit and fret over Morgan. What else was there to do?
To occupy his mind, Dicky turned on Netflix and began binge-watching his saved list which consisted mostly of action and
thriller movies and TV shows, a few zombie-esque K-Dramas, and a mix of horror shows. He avoided romantic shit at all cost,
which wasn’t difficult with his lineup.
Dicky drank, snacked, and watched TV throughout the afternoon and into the evening. His brain finally succumbed to an
overload of media exhaustion and Dicky crashed out on the sofa—and dreamed about Morgan until morning.
“Fuck…” Dicky awoke with his head kinked against the armrest of the sofa and a blinding pain wracking his skull. He
shifted slowly and an empty beer bottle rolled off his chest. Bits of popcorn and chip crumbs sprinkled his shirt. He brushed
away the snack debris and sat up very slowly. His sluggish movements did little to prevent his head from screaming. He sat
upright for a moment, clutching the edge of the sofa cushions as his upper body swayed back and forth.
Oh fuck!
Dicky launched off the sofa and stumbled to the bathroom and wretched into the toilet. He sagged to the floor and hugged
the toilet seat as his stomach knotted and roiled and sent him into a fit of dry heaves.
“Fuck…” Dicky gasped when he gained control of his stomach spasms and closed the toilet lid. He pulled himself up and
flushed the soiled water, then dropped onto the lid and grabbed a washcloth from the nearby sink and wiped his mouth. “Nice
going, dumbass,” he mumbled. “Feel better?”
Dicky found the bottle of Tylenol in the medicine cabinet and popped a couple of pills, then climbed into the shower. As
soon as he stepped naked beneath the hot spray, he was struck with vivid, explicit memories of his and Morgan’s shower
escapades at the hotel. Despite the pounding headache, his dick began to harden and stretch. Dicky squeezed his eyes shut, but
it only enhanced the erotic scenes playing through his mind. His cock throbbed as cum filled his balls, causing an ache to web
through his loins.
“Fucking hell…” he whimpered tightly and grabbed his pulsing erection. Dicky leaned against the shower wall and beat off
with vigorous strokes as thoughts of Morgan swirled through his head. “Uuuhhh…” His grip tightened and he pumped faster,
harder—yanking his cock furiously. “Uuuhhh!! Fuuuck! Huh-huh-huuhh!!”
Dicky wailed and doubled over as he shot his load onto the shower floor.
“Shit…” Dicky sank to his knees, shaky breaths stuttering up his tight throat. “Fuck…” He told himself—insisted—that the
wetness streaking his face was simply water droplets, the warm shower spray… and nothing else.
____________ ☐____________
Dicky skipped his usual hearty breakfast and settled for toast and coffee, unwilling to put anything heavier on his upset
stomach. He applied a light skiff of butter to his toast and took small bites along with sips of coffee. His phone lay on the table
and Dicky repeatedly checked it for messages, though he received no notifications.
It’s still early. He’ll call… or text.
Dicky nibbled at his toast, his mind running away with him.
Where did he stay last night? A hotel? At home?
He picked up his cup, but it paused midair before touching his lips.
Did he sleep in her bed… have sex with her?
“Stop it,” he chided himself. There was no proof any of that had happened. Dicky thought about the day before yesterday
and that night… and all the little things Morgan said that gave Dicky hope for more nights like that. But what if they were just
words? Merely nonsensical quips that possessed no hidden meaning whatsoever? Morgan liked to play and tease, maybe that’s
all it was.
Dicky dropped his head into his hands and groaned. “What’re you doing? Stop it, already. You don’t know a fucking thing.”
He left the table and placed the half-full cup of coffee in the sink and dumped the remaining toast in the trash, unable to
swallow another nibble. He went to the living room and began cleaning the mess from the previous night.
His cell phone rang in the kitchen.
“Shit!” Dicky dropped the empty chip bag and vaulted over the sofa. His foot caught on the backrest, and he hit the floor
with a grunt, then sprang to his feet and raced into the kitchen. Dicky snatched the phone off the table and almost dropped it,
trying to swipe the answer button. “Hello? Hello?”
“Did I interrupt something?”
Morgan. Dicky’s heart jumped to his throat. “Huh?” he panted.
“You sound out of breath.”
“Oh.” Dicky laughed anxiously. “No. I just… I had to run from the other room to answer the phone.”
“I see.” Morgan paused, the tone of his silence indecipherable, yet Dicky’s gut knotted. “So, anyway, I spent the night with
my family and, um… we need to talk.”
Dicky’s nausea returned. He couldn’t take this anymore—he wasn’t accustomed to worrying about a love affair and his
nerves were shredding fast. “If…” He cleared his throat. “If you have something to say to me,” he murmured unevenly. “You
can say it now.”
“I would rather talk to you face to face. I’m at the Marriot downtown, room two-oh-three.”
“You’re… here?”
“Yes,” Morgan said. “We should talk as soon as possible.”
“Okay,” Dicky whispered. “I’ll… I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”
“All right. See you soon.”
Dicky stared at the cell phone when the call ended. Nothing about that brief chat soothed his tattered nerves.
____________ ☐ ____________
Dicky parked out front of the Marriot hotel but didn’t immediately exit the car. The high anxiety coursing through his system
was quite troubling.
How the fuck did you let this happen? You had a good thing going—why did you fuck it up by CARING about him?
Dicky wasn’t entirely at fault in the matter—Morgan caught him off guard, beat down his walls with his superhero cock,
and then…
And then looked at you like you were the only man in the world.
“Not my fault.” Dicky sighed. “It was him. All him. I’m not gonna take the blame for this.”
Did it matter, though, who caused this to happen? Dicky was the one who would suffer when it all came crumbling down.
He checked the time, then glanced at the hotel.
“Demolition time… T-minus ten minutes, give or take five.” Dicky opened the car door and stepped out. No point running
from the wrecking ball, it would crush him sooner or later—might as well be sooner and get it over with.
He entered the hotel in a numb haze and headed for the elevators.
“Dicky.” Morgan approached from the opposite direction.
Dicky immediately went soft in the knees—and hard in the crotch. The mere sound of his voice crippled his senses and
turned him on like mad. I’m helpless against him. If Morgan decided he wanted Dicky as a side piece, a booty call—how
could he say no? Watching Morgan walk his way, Dicky was convinced he literally could not tell the man no. Fuck, he could
ask Dicky to help him bury a body and Dicky couldn’t grab a shovel fast enough.
“Hey,” Dicky rasped. Nothing else came out.
“Hey.” Morgan smiled but it seemed different. Strained? Dicky couldn’t tell for sure, only that it wasn’t the same as the
other night. “I thought maybe we could talk in the lounge? Have a drink?”
“Oh.” Dicky swallowed. “Okay…” He didn’t want to take Dicky to his room? Why—because it would be too tempting to
fuck Dicky if they were alone in his room? And he didn’t want to fuck him?
You do realize, don’t you, that you’ve created an entire scenario in your head that you have no proof of?
Was he overreacting? Creating conflict where there was none?
Dicky followed Morgan into the lounge. The room was dimly lit with a cozy atmosphere. They sat at a table in the back
corner that afforded some privacy, ordered drinks, and Dicky steeled himself for the talk.
“How did things go with James?” Morgan asked.
“All right,” Dicky murmured. “Turns out, he was screwing someone else, too.”
“Let me guess,” Morgan mused. “A girl?”
Dicky nodded. “Yep. And he knew about us all along. But I still apologized for seeing you behind his back.”
Morgan smiled. “Of course, you did. It was the right thing to do and you’re a man of principle.”
Dicky laughed short. “Where do you come up with this stuff about me?”
“Observation, mostly. I saw you the first time we met. I saw what you were made of, and your potential.” He winked. “And
not just between the sheets.”
 Then why are you going to dump me? Dicky didn’t ask the question out loud. Again, he had no proof of an impending
dump. But something was causing his nervous gut.
“I… I guess things went well at home for you,” Dicky whispered. “Since you spent the night with your… family.”
“Yeah, it did.” Morgan’s face lit up a little. “A lot better than I anticipated. I have a great family.” A genuine smile formed.
“I think I’ll keep them.”
Dicky felt like he shrank a foot in his seat. “Yeah… yeah, I mean, it would be crazy to throw away a great family.” Dicky
sipped his drink, his eyes on the table. He wouldn’t know much about that. A chasm formed between him and his parents when
he came out in his early teens, and things were never really the same again between them after that. Since then, even when he
was still living at home… he felt like he was on his own.
“Indeed.” Morgan took a drink. “My kids didn’t visit me when I was in prison. I didn’t want them coming to that place.
Though I have recent pictures of them, seeing them in person blew my mind how fast they’re growing up… and how much of
their lives I’ve missed out on.” He sighed. “I don’t want to miss anymore.”
Just say it, Dicky thought with a growing lump in his throat. And we can both be on our way.
“Kids do that,” Dicky whispered. “Grow up fast.”
“They really do.”
Dicky felt him slipping through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it. He’d never felt more helpless in his
life. Once Morgan was gone, no one would replace him. No one could replace him. Dicky would continue to find lovers, but
none would have the same impact as Morgan, this he knew for certain.
“I know you feel you weren’t a good father to them in the past,” Dicky said quietly, “but I think they’re lucky to have you
now. I know you’ll be an amazing dad.”
“Thank you,” Morgan returned with gratitude. “And one day, so will you.”
“Me?” Dicky laughed weakly. “I doubt it. I never really saw myself quite that domesticated. I’d probably traumatize a
child.”
Morgan chuckled. “I highly doubt that. I think you’d thrive as a father.”
“Yeah, well…” Dicky shrugged. “I don’t expect to ever find out. And I’m okay with that.”
Morgan stared at him for a long moment, then glanced away when his phone chimed. He checked the message, responded,
and then put his phone away and stood up.
Was this it? Their final goodbye? Who had messaged him? His ex-wife?
“Come with me,” Morgan said.
Dicky didn’t know what to expect when Morgan took him back to his room. Morgan paused outside the door, key card in
hand. “I have something for you,” he said and unlocked the door.
Had he bought Dicky some memento as a parting gift? Dicky didn’t want some trinket to remember him by.
I wish he’d just left and not come back.
A lie.
But somehow, the closure of him returning and officially ending things… hurt worse.
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compagnons à tout hauiaus et grans pils de fier pour effondrer le
mur; et jà en avoient des pières assés ostées et rompues, car li
archier qui estoient hault ens ès estages, les deffendoient de ject et
de tret. Fº 101.
P. 81, l. 26: cent.—Mss. A 20 à 22: deux cens. Fº 177 vº.
P. 82, l. 7: haviaus.—Mss. A 15 à 17, 20 à 22: hoiaux, hoyaux.
Fº 123.—Mss. A 23 à 29: houyaulx. Fº 139.
P. 82, l. 8: voir Sup. var. (n. d. t.)

P. 82, l. 10: reparoient.—Mss. A 1 à 7, 11 à 14, 18, 19: repairoient.

Fº 121.—Ms. A 8: rapparoient. Fº 110 vº.—Mss. A 15 à 17:
apparoient. Fº 123.
P. 82, l. 19: le baron de Stanfort.—Ms. B 6: messire Alixandre de
Caumont. Fº 264.

§ 229. P. 82, l. 27: Quant messires.—Ms. d’Amiens: Or vous diray

de monseigneur Agoth des Baux quel cose il fist. Entroes que on
parlementoit et alloit de l’un à l’autre, il se retraist et ses
compaignons dedens le castiel de le Riolle, qui siet à l’un dez léz de
le ville, et y mist grant fuison de pourveanches pour lui tenir un grant
tamps; et quant il fu dedens et chil ossi que il y veut atraire, il avalla
le pont et abaissa le restel et dist bien que il ne se renderoit mies
enssi. Fº 84 vº.
—Ms. de Rome: Par cel estat et asaut euist esté la ville de la Riole
prise, et de fait il ni avoit nul retour, quant li bourgois de la ville
vinrent à mesire Agoth, lor chapitainne, qui point ne s’effreoit de
cose que il veist, et li dissent: «Sire, aiiés avis de nous. Se ces
Englois nous prendent de force, nous sonmes tout mort et nostre
ville courue.»—«Et quel cose volés vous que j’en face?» respondi li
chevaliers.—«Nous volons que vous faites cesser l’asaut et que
vous tretiiés à euls, par quoi nous demorons en paix, car il ne nous
apert confort de nul costé; et se ce ne volés faire, retraiiés vous
dedens le chastiel: il est fors assés, et faites vostre gerre à par vous,
car nous ferons fin à la nostre.» Qant mesires Agos les entendi, si
lor respondi et dist: «Biaus signeurs, grans merchis, vous me
presentés courtoisie, et voirement me retrairai je ou chastiel. Je ne
me voel pas encores rendre.» Adonc se departi li dis mesires Aghos
de lor compagnie, et retraii tous les compagnons de sa carge, et li
bourgois se missent en trettiet deviers le conte Derbi. Qant li contes
Derbi vei que li bourgois de la Riole trettoient, et li chevaliers ne
s’ensonnioit point de lors trettiés, si demanda: «Et où est vostre
capitainne? Pourquoi ne vient il avant en non Dieu?»—«Sire, il est
retrais dedens le chastiel, et ne voelt point estre à nostres
trettiés.»—«Voires, respondi li contes. Voelt il donc faire sa gerre à
par lui? Jamais n’en auera si bon marchié que il euist eu avoecques
vous; et puis que nous avons la ville, nous auerons le chastiel, quoi
que il doie couster.» Fº 101.

§ 250. P. 84, l. 9: Ensi eut.—Ms. d’Amiens: Vous avés bien oy le

tretiet et le composition de chiaux de le Riolle et dou comte Derbi, et
coumment li ville se rendi. Quant li seigneur d’Engleterre virent que
messires Agos s’estoit retrais ou fort, si dissent bien que il n’avoient
riens fait se il laissoient le castiel derrierre, car tantost aroit
reconcquis le ville. Si eurent consseil de l’asegier et de l’assaillir et
de non partir de là, si l’aroient ou par forche ou par amours. Si
l’environnèrent de tous léz et l’assaillirent par pluisseurs foix, mais
peu y fissent, car li castiaux est fors et haux, et si siet sus vive roche.
Endementroex que li comtez Derbi et li baron d’Engleterre et de
Gascoigne seoient devant le fort castiel de le Riolle, vint uns
honnestez anchiens homs, nés et demourans en le Riolle, à
monseigneur Gautier de Mauni, et s’aquinta de lui et li dist: «Sire,
quel grace feriés vous à celui qui vous menroit en l’eglise et ou
propre lieu où li corps de monseigneur vostre père, dont Dieux ait
l’amme, gist et fu jadis ensevellis?» Messires Gautiers leva adonc le
teste et regarda le preudomme, et li dist: «En nom Dieu, amis, je li
feroie grant prouffit.»—«Or en vennés avoecq moy, dist li preudoms,
et je vous y menray droitement, car je fui là au jour qu’il y fu mis et
vous ferai tout sceur de ce que je vous recorde.» Li sires de Mauni,
qui volentiers entendi à ces parolles, se parti de son hostel et s’en
vint avoecques ses gens et le preudomme là où il le mena: che fu en
une eglise moult anchienne qui siet dedens le Riolle; et dedens une
petitte cappelle avoit un marbre à vosure rudement tailliet. «Sire, dist
li preudoms, dessous ce marbre fu ensepvelis messires vos pèrez.
Et faittez lever le tonbel: je croy que en l’autre qui se reclot sus, vous
trouverés escript le nom de lui et le terme qu’il y fu mis.» Adonc
messires Gautiers le fist tantost par ses escuiers ouvrir, et trouva en
verité tout ce que li preudoms li avoit dit. Or vous diray pourquoy ne
coumment li chevaliers fu là ensepvelis, li pères à monseigneur de
Mauny qui estoit de Haynnau. Fos 84 vº et 85.
—Ms. de Rome: Chils trettiés se passa, et orent les Englois la ville
de la Riole, et puis asegièrent le chastiel, liquels est biaus et fors, et
mesire Agot des Baus dedens, et tous ses compagnons qui estoient
Prouvenciel. Et fu li sièges lons et grans, car li chastiaus pour lors
estoit de bonne garde et belle deffense, et si i avoit dedens
chevaliers d’onnour et de vaillance. Or vous recorderai de une
aventure que il avint là à mesire Gautier de Mauni, entrues que il
seoient devant le chastiel de la Riole. Fº 101 vº.

§ 231. P. 85, l. 18: Il y eut.—Ms. d’Amiens: Jadis il y eut un

evesque à Cambray, qui fu gascons et de chiaux de Mirepois en
Gascoingne. Or avint que de son tamps il y eut un très grant
behours et tournoy dehors le chité de Cambray. Là par usage il se
font et feroient, se ungs en y avoit. A che tournoy eut bien cinq cens
chevaliers tournians. Et là y eut li evesquez de Cambray un sien
nepveult, jone chevalier tourniant, richement armés et montés. Chilx
s’adrecha à monseigneur le Borgne de Mauni, père à monseigneur
Gautier et à ses frèrez, qui estoit fors chevaliers, rades et bien
tournyans, et mania tellement le chevalier de Mirepois que oncques
depuis n’eut santé, mès morut: dont li evesques et tous ses linaigez
furent grandement courouchiéz, car il estoit haux homs et gentilz et
riches homs durement. Ceste cose passa; amendisses n’en furent
oncques faittez ne requisez, pour ce que en esbatement de tournoy
et de telz fais d’armes la cose estoit avenue.
Avint un grant tamps apriès que il vint en devotion à monseigneur
le Borgne de Mauni que d’aller en pellerinage à Saint Jaqueme de
Galisse. Si se parti de Haynnau en celle entente; sen allée fu sceue,
et li linages de Mirepoix emfourmés que chilx qui avoit ochis leur
cousin, passoit parmy leur pays. Dont bastirent il et ordonnèrent
pluisseurs aghais sour lui, et le trouvèrent un jour assés priès de le
Riolle. Si l’asaillirent et ochirent et navrèrent mout vilainnement ses
varléz, de quoy li doi en morurent. Apriès che qu’il fu mors, chil de le
Riolle l’alèrent querre et prissent ses chevaux et sen aroy et fissent
de tout argent; et l’ensepvelirent en sainte terre, pour tant qu’il estoit
chevaliers et pellerins, et li fissent son obsèque. Depuis ceste cose
demoura, car si enffant estoient jone au jour qu’il fu ochis. Si
s’avanchièrent depuis par armes et vinrent en eage d’omme, et par
especial messires Gautiers, enssi que vous avés oy comment il s’est
fès et avanchiés. De quoy, quant il fu venus en Gascoingne avoecq
le comte Derbi, bien li souvint de chiaux de Mirepoix qui avoient
ochis son père, dont il le contrevenga assés bien; car il leur ardi
touttez leurs terrez et en mist pluisseurs à fin, ne oncques n’en veult
nul prendre à raenchon, ne à le bataille de Bregerach, ne
d’Auberoche, ne d’ailleurs.
Quant li sirez de Mauni eut congnut clerement que li preudoms li
avoit dit verité, se li fist tantost donner cent escus et deffouir les os
de son père et enbausoummer et mettre en un bel sarqu, et puis
cargier sus un sonmier. Et prist deus frères meneurs et leur fist
delivrer or et argent, et fist ces [os] raporter à Vallenchiennes à Saint
Franchois, c’on dist as Cordeliers; et là de rechief il les fist mettre et
ensepvelir en une cappelle assés priès dou coer. Fº 85.
—Ms. de Rome: Il i eut jadis un evesque à Cambrai qui fu
Gascons, dou linage de ceuls de Beu et de Mirepois. Avint que dou
temps cesti evesque uns très grans tournois se fist devant Cambrai,
et i furent bien cinq cens chevaliers tournoians. Et là ot li dis
evesques un sien neveut, jone chevalier tourniant, ricement armé et
monté. Chils s’adreça à mesire le Borgne de Mauni, père à mesire
Gautier et à ses frères, liquels fu en son temps chevaliers durs, fors,
rades et bien tournoians. Et fu li jones chevaliers gascons tellement
menés et batus que onques depuis il not santé, mais morut. Li sires
de Mauni, qui riens n’i pensoit, ne au penser apertenoit selonch
l’estat et l’ordenance d’armes et l’usage des tournois, ne sai qans
ans apriès, il li prist devotion d’aler ou voiage de Saint Jaqueme en
Galise, et i ala et prist un aultre cemin au retour que il n’euist alé. Et
entendi que li contes de Valois, frères jadis au biau roi Phelippe et
pères à madame de Valois qui fenme fu au conte Guillaume de
Hainnau, tenoit son siège devant la Riole, car pour ces jours elle
estoit englesce; et faisoit guerre li biaus rois Phelippes as Anglois en
Giane pour auqunes disentions de terres, les quelles estoient en
debat des deus rois ensamble.
Chils sires de Mauni vint veoir le conte de Valois qui li fist bonne
chière. Au departement, il li demanda se il voloit riens mander ne
escrire en Hainnau à sa fille. Li contes de Valois dist oil et escripsi. Li
sires de Mauni, nonmé le Borgne, prist congiet et se departi. En cel
estat que il fu là et sejourna un jour, il fu avisés dou linage de ceuls
de Mirepois et de Beu et dou jone chevalier qui mors avoit esté, ensi
que on disoit, par sa coupe; et l’atendirent au dehors des logeis et
l’asallirent et ocirent: dont li contes de Valois fu trop durement
courouchiés et en calenga tout le linage et mist en termes que il
l’avoient mourdrit. Et en furent en grant dangier de lors corps tout
chil qui fait l’avoient, et encores euissent il esté en plus grant, se li
enfant les euissent poursieuvis par parlement de Paris, quoi il
mesissent en termes que il l’avoient fait de bonne gerre; mais, pour
lors, messires Gautiers de Mauni et si frère estoient jone, et aussi
vous savés que, qant il vinrent en congnisance d’onme, la guerre
s’esmeut entre France et Hainnau, et depuis entre France et
Engleterre, par quoi li enfant dou dit Borgne de Mauni n’eurent nulle
action de proceder en plait à l’encontre des Gascons, fors à l’espée,
car il tinrent l’opinion le roi d’Engleterre.
Au retourner au pourpos de la matère desus dite, li contes de
Valois, pour l’amour de gentillèce, fist ensepvelir le dit Borgne de
Mauni en une eglise, au dehors de la ville de la Riole, et li fist faire
son obsèque. Trop bien savoit tout ce messires Gautiers de Mauni,
que il estoit mis et ensepvelis en terre sainte en la Riole ou là priès,
mais il couvenoit que il fesist enqueste à ceuls dou pais, où on l’avoit
mis. Si le fist et tant en enquist que li anciien homme, qui avoient
esté de ce temps, li ensengnièrent et le menèrent droit sus le lieu où
il avoit esté ensepvelis. Se le fist deffouir et prendre les os et mettre
en un sarqu et aporter en l’eglise des Cordeliers, que on dist Saint
François, à Valenchiennes, et de rechief là ensepvelir moult
reveranment, et encores en voit on les ensengnes. Fos 101 et 102.
P. 85, l. 19: de Beu.—Mss. A 20 à 22: du Beu. Fº 179.
P. 86, l. 10: englesce.—Ms. B 6: mais les Franchois le conquirent,
quant il y eulrent bien sis ung an. Fº 265.
P. 86, l. 15: ses lettres.—Mss. A 20 à 22: comment il estoit au dit
conte, car le conte de Vallois estoit là comme roy de France. Fº 179.
P. 86, l. 22: retet.—Mss. A 1 à 7, 11 à 14, 18 à 33: soupeçonnez.
Fº 122 vº.—Ms. A 8: encoulpez. Fº 111 vº.—Mss. A 15 à 17:
arrestez. Fº 124.
P. 86, l. 32: avant.—Les mss. A 1 à 6, 11 à 14, 18, 19 ajoutent: et
si certainement. Fº 122 vº.
P. 87, l. 17: ensepelir.—Ms. B 6: delés madame sa femme, en
l’eglise des Cordeliers. Fº 265.

§ 232. P. 87, l. 22: Or revenrons.—Ms. d’Amiens: Or vous

recorderai dou castiel de la Riolle qui se tint un grant temps contre
les Englès. Et trop bien le deffendi messires Agos des Baux as
Englès, et se tint depuis cinq sepmainnez que la ville eut estet
rendue. Finablement li chevaliers perchut bien que li comtez Derbi
ne se partiroit point si aroit le castiel à se vollenté, et d’autre part il
ne veoit nul secours appairant. Si se laissa encheoir en tretiet parmy
tant que il s’en pooit aller et tout le sien, et pooient porter et mener
tout ce qui leur estoit. Li comtez Derbi leur acorda; il se partirent ensi
que je vous compte et rendirent le castel: dont li Englèz eurent grant
joie, car il estoient tout tannet de tant là sejourner. Et quant li comtes
Derbi l’eut, si le fist remparer, garnir et repourveir, et y mist bon
castellain, un chevalier d’Engleterre qui s’appielloit messire Richart
de Lantonne. Fº 85.
—Ms. de Rome: Tant tint li contes Derbi son siège devant le
chastiel de la Riole, que messires Agos des Baus falli à ses
ententes, car il quidoit que poissance de par le roi de France deuist
là venir pour lever le siège, mais non fist; car ensi que je vous ai jà
dit, li orgoels et la negligense estoient si grandes en l’ostel dou roi
Phelippe, pour ce temps, que on ne faisoit compte de tels coses, ne
de l’aler, ne de l’envoiier. Et pour le temps d’adonc, li saudoiier
estoient si mal paiiet en France que nuls estrangiers ne s’y traioit
volentiers pour demander saudées, ne ossi parellement chil dou
roiaulme. Encores estoient li peril si grant, pour les nobles dou
roiaulme qui de la gerre se ensonnioient, que, qant il avoient
l’aventure de perdre une journée à l’encontre de lors ennemis,
renonmée publique parmi le roiaume de France couroit sur euls, que
il estoient traite, et que par traison il avoient perdu la journée. Et
mieuls lor valoit à morir sus la place que estre pris ne retourner; car
qant il retournoient, il estoient pendu conme traite. Et par tels
violenses et amises de traisons avinrent depuis moult de mesciés
ens ou roiaulme de France et par tous ses menbres, ainsi que vous
orés recorder avant en l’istore.
Qant messires Agos des Baus vei que nuls secours ne li venroit
de France, et si amenrissoient grandement ses pourveances, il
traitta deviers ces signeurs d’Engleterre. Trettiés se porta que ils et li
sien se departirent sauvement, et en pooient porter ce qui lour estoit,
voires seullement devant euls et non autrement; si se departirent et
se traissent viers Toulouse. Et de là mesires Agos s’en retourna en
Prouvence et n’osa venir en France, tant doubta il les crueuses
justices que on i faisoit à petite oqison. Si se tint en Prouvence et
sus le sien, et bien vei et senti que les envies dou roiaulme de
France estoient trop grandes et que il n’i faisoit nul. Fº 102.
P. 87, l. 26: tour.—Mss. A 1 à 6, 23 à 33: court. Fº 122 vº.
 P. 87, l. 27: chaingles.—Mss. A 20 à 22: sangles. Fº 180.
P. 88, l. 1: Agos.—Mss. A 15 à 17: Ragot. Fº 124 vº.
P. 88, l. 1: des Baus.—Mss. A 8, 18 à 22: des Vauls. Fº 112.—
Mss. A 23 à 33: des Bans. Fº 140 vº.
P. 88, l. 24: parler au conte Derbi.—Ms. B 6: Sy entra en traitiet
devers les chevaliers du conte tels que messire Richart de Stampfort
et messire Gautier de Mauny: le traitiet se fist par le moien de
messire Alixandre de Caumont. Fº 266.
P. 90, l. 28: le Riolle.—Ms. B 6: Ensy fut la Roille pour che tamps
englesse, et le demora depuis plus de vingt sept ans. Fº 266.

§ 233. P. 91, l. 1: Apriès che.—Ms. d’Amiens: Apriès ce que li

comtez Derbi eut se volenté et fu venus à sen entente de le Riolle,
de le ville et dou castiel, il se parti et toutte sen host, et chevaucha
vers Montpesas, ossi un très fort et biel castiel. Si le concquist par
assaut et par eschiellement, mès mout li cousta de ses archiers,
ainchois qu’il l’ewist. Si y laissa dedens de ses gens et le rafreschi
de pourveanches, puis s’en parti et se traist deviers le ville et le fort
castiel de Mauron. Et quant il furent là venu, il l’assaillirent fortement,
mais il ne le peurent avoir par leur assault; si le gaegnièrent
l’endemain par enghien et par le sens d’un gentil homme dou pays
de Gascoingne, que on clamoit Alixandrez, seigneur de Chaumont.
Car li coens Derbi se desloga et fist samblant d’aller autre part, et se
parti de là à tout sen grant host, et laissa un petit de gens devant le
ville avoecq le conte de Kenfort. Quant chil de la ville et li saudoier
virent si peu de leurs ennemis devant le ville, il lez quidièrent tantost
desconfire et prendre; si yssirent hors pour combattre à ces Englèz.
Quant li Englès les virent venir, il se traissent arrière et fissent
samblant de fuir, et chils lez chachièrent loing enssus de leur ville.
Qant li comtes Derbi vit che, qui estoit embusciés assés priès de là,
il sailli avant et se mist entre lez saudoiiers et le ville, et y entra par
force. Et furent li plus de chiaux qui dehors estoient, tous ochis.
 Ensi par cel enghien fu li fors castiaux et la ville de Mauron
gaegnie, et li bourgois de le ville pris et ranchonnet. Apriès fu prise
ossi par enghien et soutilité le grosse ville que on clainme
Villefranche, et fu toutte courue et robée. Depuis le fist li dis comtez
remparer et regarnir et pourveir de tout chou qu’il y besongnoit, et y
laissa un bon chevalier englès que on clammoit monseigneur
Thomas Kok. Ensi chevauchoit li comtes Derbi le pays d’un lés et
d’autre, et n’estoit nulx qui se mesist au devant. Et conqueroient ses
gens villes et castiaux et prendoient gens et lez rançonnoient, et n’y
avoit si petit en leur host qui ne fuist tous cargiés d’or et d’argent.
Fº 85.
—Ms. de Rome: Ensi eut li contes Derbi la ville et le chastiel de la
Riole et le pourvei et rafresci de gens d’armes et d’archiers et de
pourveances, et i laissa messire Jehan de la Souce à chapitainne. Et
puis s’en departirent les Englois et ceminèrent deviers Montpesas.
Elle n’estoit fremée que de pallis. Si considerèrent chil qui dedens
estoient, la poissance des Englois, et conment il avoient pris plus
fortes villes que la lour ne fust vint fois. Si envoiièrent tretier deviers
le conte Derbi, avant que il parvenist à la ville, et se rendirent, salves
lors corps et lors biens. Et puis passèrent oultre, et vinrent devant
Villefrance en Agenois; elle se rendi tantos. Fº 102.
 P. 91, l. 18-19: voir Sup. var. (n. d. t.)

P. 91, l. 23: Baucestre.—Mss. A 1 à 6: Lancastre. Fº 124.—Mss. A

7, 11 à 14, 18 à 33: Lancestre. Fº 118 vº.
P. 91, l. 25: Mauron.—Mss. A 1 à 6, 30 à 33: Manron. Fº 124.—
Ms. A 8: Marcion. Fº 112 vº.—Mss. A 15 à 17: Martron. Fº 125 vº.—
Mss. A 18, 19: Mauion. Fº 126 vº.—Ms. B 6: Manton. Fº 267.
P. 92, l. 17: voir Sup. var. (n. d. t.)

P. 92, l. 25: quatre cens.—Ms. B 6: cinq cens. Fº 268.

P. 93, l. 20: cent.—Ms. B 6: soixante. Fº 268.

§ 234. P. 93, l. 29: Quant li contes.—Ms. d’Amiens: Apriès ce que

li comtez Derbi eut fait se vollenté de Villefrance, il s’en ralla vers
Miremont, en raprochant le chité de Bourdiaux, qui est ungs très fors
castiaux et bien seant; si y fu trois jours devant; au quatrimme il se
rendi. Si le prist li comtez et le donna à un sien escuier que on
clammoit Jehan de Bristo. Apriès il prist le castiel que on claimme
Thonis, et apriès le fort castiel de Damassen, et puis se traist deviers
le chité d’Anghouloime et l’asega, mès elle fu assés tost rendue; si y
mist dedens grant fuisson de gens d’armes et d’archiers, pour le
garder, avoecq les bourgois. Quant li comtez eut ordonné de le chité
d’Anghouloime che que bon l’en sambla, il se traist par devant
Blaves qui est une très forte ville et où la rivière de Garonne l’enclot
par derière. Si y basti et mist le siège par devant. Et y sist un grant
temps et y fist livrer tamaint assault, mès peu y concquist; car la ville
estoit forte et bien garnie et pourveue de bonnes gens d’armez. Et
par especial, il y avoit deux chevaliers de Poito, vaillans hommez
durement, que li roys de Franche y avoit envoiiés, monseigneur
Guichart d’Angle et monseigneur Bouchikau, qui le gardèrent et
deffendirent si bien avoecq leurs compaignons que il n’y prissent nul
dammaige. Fº 85 vº.
—Ms. de Rome: Et puis s’en vinrent devant la ville de Blaves,
laquelle pour lors estoit françoise, et sciet à sept lieuves l’aige de la
Geronde de la cité priès de Bourdiaus, il n’i a que la rivière entre
deus. Si bastirent là les Englois lor siège, et dissent que point ne
s’en partiroient si l’auroient à lor volenté, se poisance de roi de
France ne venoit si grande que il ne peuissent contrester à
l’encontre. Tant furent les Englois devant Blaves que chil qui dedens
estoient, se tanèrent, car il estoient asegiet par terre et par la rivière
de la Geronde, laquelle bat et fiert as murs de la ville; si se tourna
englesce, et se missent en l’obeisance dou roi d’Engleterre. Ensi
eurent les Englois Blaves, dont il furent moult resjoy, car elle lor avoit
porté moult de contraire et portoit encores tous les jours, jusques à
tant que elle fu pour euls. Si i ordonna li contes Derbi, avant que il
s’en partesist, bon chapitainne, gens d’armes et archiers pour le
garder. Et puis ils et ses gens, petit à petit, rapasèrent as barges et à
bastiaus la rivière de la Geronde et retournèrent à Bourdiaus, et là
se tinrent et s’i rafresqirent. Et lor fu avis que, pour celle saison, il
avoient assés fait, et se tenroient là, jusques à tant que il oroient
aultres nouvelles. Si envoia li contes Derbi ses honmes par les
garnisons, tant pour entendre as lieus remparer, que pour garder les
frontières, et que nuls mauvais trettiés ne se fesist des villes et des
castiaus que conquis avoient as François. Nous nos soufferons un
petit à parler de euls, et parlerons d’aultres avenues qui avinrent en
France et en Flandre. Fº 102 vº.
P. 93, l. 30: Miremont.—Mss. A 15 à 17: Miraumont. Fº 126.
Voir aussi Sup. var. (n. d. t.)

P. 94, l. 1: voir Sup. var (n. d. t.)

P. 94, l. 4: Bristo.—Mss. A 7: Brisco. Fº 119.—Mss. A 15 à 17:

Briston. Fº 126.
P. 94, l. 5: Garone.—Ms. B 6: Geronde. Fº 269.
P. 94, l. 6: Thonins.—Mss. A 1 à 9, 18 à 33: Thonis. Fº 124 vº.—
Mss. A 11 à 14: Thours. Fº 119.—Mss. A 15 à 17: Channis. Fº 126.
P. 94, l. 6 et 7: Damasen.—Mss. A 1 à 6, 11 à 14, 18, 19:
Damensi. Fº 124 vº.—Mss. A 20 à 22: Damancy. Fº 182.—Ms. B 6:
Damasson en Angolesmois. Fº 269.
 P. 94, l. 9: d’Angouloime.—Ms. B 6: Et ensy concqueroit le conte
Derby en la basse Gascongne chités, villes et chastieaulx, et faisoit
rendre à luy et mettre en l’obeysanche du roy d’Engleterre son
signeur. Et se ne ly alloit nul au devant; car, ensy que vous savés,
l’anée precedente tous les barons de Gascongne franchois avoient
esté mort ou pris devant Auberoche: pour coy nulle recouveranche
ne se povoit mettre sus ou pais des gentilz hommes, car encore
estoient le plus prisonniers as Englès qui ne se povoient armer.
Fº 269.
P. 94, l. 16: vingt quatre.—Ms. B 6: douze. Fº 270.
P. 94, l. 27: Blaives.—Mss. A 1 à 6, 20 à 29: Blanes, Blaines.
Fº 124 vº.—Mss. A 7 à 14: Blaves. Fº 119.—Mss. A 18, 19: Bleves.
Fº 127.—Mss. A 15 à 17: Blaives. Fº 126.
P. 94, l. 29: Guichart.—Mss. A 20 à 22: Richart. Fº 182 vº.
P. 94, l. 29: d’Angle.—Ms. A 8: d’Engle. Fº 119.
P. 95, l. 1: Rochewart.—Mss. A 1 à 6: Rouchechouart. Fº 124 vº.—
Ms. A 7: Rochouart. Fº 119.—Ms. A 8: Richechouart. Fº 113 vº.—
Mss. A 11 à 33: Rochechouart. Fº 119 vº.
P. 95, l. 3: Entrues.—Ms. B 6: Le siège pendant devant Blaves, le
conte de Kenfort à tout deux cens lances s’en vint devant Mirabiel et
courut le pays environ Ausnay et entra en Saintonge, et puis
retourna en l’ost et amena grant proie. Fº 271.
P. 95, l. 9: Mirabiel.—Mss. A 1 à 6: Mirebel. Fº 124 vº.—Mss. A 7 à
33: Mirabel. Fº 119 vº.
P. 95, l. 10: Ausnay.—Mss. A 15 à 17: Aunoy. Fº 126 vº.—Mss. A
20 à 22: Aulnay. Fº 182 vº.—Mss. A 23 à 29: Ansny. Fº 143.—Mss. A
30 à 33: Ausny. Fº 175.

§ 235. P. 95, l. 13: Ce siège pendant.—Ms. d’Amiens: Quant li

seigneur d’Engleterre eurent là sis un grant tamps, et que li yviers
les aprochoit, et que riens à Blaves ne faisoient, il se deslogièrent et
vinrent devant un castel que on claimme Bourch desoubs Blaves, et
l’assegièrent et y fissent pluisseurs assaux. En le fin tant l’assaillirent
que il le prissent et le rappareillièrent bien et fort, et y missent
dedens deux cens archiers pour le garder. Et en fissent castiellain un
bon escuier que on apelloit Jen Dancastre. Et puis rappassèrent la
Garone et s’en revinrent à Bourdiaux, che fu environ le Saint Michiel
l’an mil trois cens quarante cinq.
Au voir dire, moult furent honnerables et pourfitables ces deux
saisons pour le comte Derbi et ses gens. Et tant y gaegnièrent en
pluisseurs mannierrez que li plus povre en furent riche. Et ne
faisoient compte li varlet ne d’or ne d’argent, tant en estoient rempli.
Yaux revenu à Bourdiaux, il se departirent, et en alla chacuns en se
garnison. Et li comtez Derbi et messires Gautiers de Mauni se tinrent
à Bourdiaux. Fº 85 vº.
P. 95, l. 18: obligiet.—Les mss. A 1 à 6, 11 à 14, 18 à 22 ajoutent:
au roy d’Angleterre. Fº 125.
P. 95, l. 27: Norvich.—Mss. A 8, 9: Morvich. Fº 113 vº.—Mss. A 20
à 22: Norwich. Fº 183.
P. 96, l. 16 à 23: Or... devant.—Cet alinéa manque dans les mss.
A 23 à 33. Fº 143.
P. 96, l. 21 à 23: en celle... devant.—Mss. A 1 à 6: en celle mesme
saison et année. Fº 125.—Ms. A 8: en celle meisme saison et année
de devant. Fº 114.—Mss. A 11 à 14: en celle mesme année.
Fº 119 vº.—Mss. A 7, 18 à 22: en celle meisme anée et la saison
devant. Fº 119 vº.
P. 95 et 96: Ce siège... devant.—Le § 235 manque dans les mss.
A 15 à 17. Fº 126 vº.

§ 236. P. 96, l. 24: En ce tamps.—Ms. d’Amiens: En celle saison

eschei en le indination et haynne trop grandement dou roy Phelippe
de Franche ungs grans banerès de Normendie et de grant linage,
messire Ghodefroit de Harcourt. Et le couvint soudainnement wuidier
et partir hors dou royaumme de Franche; car se li roys l’ewist tenut,
il n’en ewist nient fait mains qu’il fist faire dou seigneur de Clichon et
des autrez qui furent decollet à Paris. Si se parti messires Godeffroix
au plus tost qu’il peult, et s’en vint en Braibant où il avoit belle
revenue; et si estoit li dus Jehans, ses cousins. Se le festia et le tint
ung tamps dallés lui. En le fin, il se parti et s’en alla en Engleterre
deviers le roy, qui le vit vollentiers et le retint tantost à une grant
cantitet de gens et de chevaux, et li donna belle terre et bonne pour
son estat et le fist de son consseil. Fº 86.
—Ms. de Rome: En che temps et en celle meisme saison eschei
en le indination et haine trop grandement dou roi de France, mesires
Godefrois de Harcourt, li uns des grans barons de toute la
Normendie, frères au conte de Harcourt et sires de Saint Saulveur le
Visconte et de pluisseurs villes en Normendie. Et ne vous sçai pas à
dire la cause pourquoi la haine vint, mais elle fu si grande que, se li
rois de France l’euist tenu en son aïr, il l’euist fait morir
honteusement. Et couvint le dit mesire Godefroi tapir et fuir et issir
dou roiaulme de France. Et ala en Engleterre deviers le roi
Edouwart, et se offri à lui et mist en obeisance, ensi conme messires
Robers d’Artois avoit fait jadis, ne nuls ne li pot onques faire sa paix.
Li rois d’Engleterre le rechut et le retint dalés lui, et li donna assés
pour tenir son estat. Fº 102 vº.
P. 96, l. 28: Harcourt.—Mss. A 11 à 14: par l’ennortement du sire
de Saint Sauveur le Viconte et de plusieurs seigneurs de
Normendie. Fº 120.
P. 96, l. 29: Saint Salveur.—Mss. A 1 à 33: Saint Sauveur. Fº 125.
P. 97, l. 1: et tout par amise et par envie.—Mss. A 11 à 14, 18 à
33: tout par envie. Fº 120.—Mss. A 15 à 17: par mauvaise envie.
Fº 126 vº.
P. 97, l. 10 et 15: voir Sup. var. (n. d. t.)

P. 97, l. 16 et 17: mès avoit... pourfis.—Mss. A 11 à 14: car le roy

avoit saisi toute la terre que le dit messire Geoffroy tenoit en la terre
de Constentin et en faisoit lever les prouffiz. Fº 120.
 P. 97, l. 16: toute sa terre.—Mss. A 20 à 22: toutes ses terres.
Fº 183 vº.
P. 97, l. 20: priier.—Ms. B 6: Quant il eut là esté ung terme dalés le
duc son cousin, qui recheu l’avoit moult liement, il prist congiet et
vint en Flandres; et entra en mer à l’Escluse, et fist tant qu’il vint en
Engleterre devers le roy qui lui fist grant feste. Messires Godeffrois
s’acointa si bien du roy que le roy le retint de son ostel et de son
consail pour l’un des especiaulx, et lui donna cinq cens mars de
rente par an assigné moult bien en Engleterre. Fº 272.

§ 237. P. 97, l. 25: En ce temps.—Ms. d’Amiens: Or parlerons ung

petit dou roy d’Engleterre et de Jaquemon d’Artevelle, qui gouvrena
bien par l’espasse de neuf ans les Flammens; et en fu, ensi que
vous avés chydessus oy, si souverains que il y a eu en Flandrez peu
de comtez qui mieux aient eut les Flammens en leur vollenté de lui
tant qu’il dura. Chilx d’Artevelle estoit durement bien dou roy
d’Engleterre. Et le tenoit li roys mout à amour pour le grant prouffit
que il en atendoit, car d’Artevelle li proumetoit que il le feroit
seigneur de Flandrez et le donroit à son aisnet fil, et en feroit on une
ducé. Et sus ceste entension li roys englèz avoit fait ung grant
appareil de nés et de vaissiaux sus le Tamise, et mandéz grant
fuisson de barons et de chevaliers de son pays; et s’en devoit venir
jeuuer en Flandrez et y devoit amener son fil le jone prinche de
Gallez, et estoit jà meus, quant les nouvellez li vinrent que chil de
Gand, par leur outraige, avoient tuet che d’Artevelle, son grant amit.
Fº 85 vº.
—Ms. de Rome: En ce temps resgnoit encores ou pais de
Flandres, en grande prosperité et poissance, chils bourgois de
Gand, Jacquemes d’Artevelle, liquels tenoit à amour le roi
d’Engleterre, ce que il pooit, car tous jours se doubtoit il des
Flamens, car il les sentoit muables. A considerer raison, il acquist le
povre conclusion que il ot, ensi que je vous dirai. Il voloit de tous
poins deshireter de la conté de Flandres le conte Lois l’escachiet et
Lois de Male, son fil, et voloit le roi d’Engleterre metre en l’iretage de
Flandres. Et disoit chils Jaquemes d’Artevelle que on feroit de
Flandres une ducé, et en seroit dus li princes de Galles. Et sus cel
estat en ce temps, il fist venir le roi d’Engleterre, son chier compère,
à l’Escluse; et qant li rois fu là venus, point n’issi de ses vassiaus.
Les bonnes villes de Flandres, c’est à entendre les consauls,
l’alèrent veoir à l’Escluse et conjoir, et li offrirent tout le pais ouviert à
li et à ses gens à son conmandement; et li priièrent que il vosist venir
à Bruges et à Gaind, et que partout on li feroit bonne chière. Li rois,
en euls remerchiant, respondi à ce moult doucement et dist que,
pour l’heure, il n’estoit point venus pour descendre à terre. A toutes
ces paroles estoit chils Jaquemes d’Artevelle.
Assés tos apriès, se fist uns parlemens ens ou vassiel dou roi, qui
estoit moult grans et moult biaus, que on nonmoit Cristofle, et furent
là tous les consauls des bonnes villes de Flandres. Là promeut
Jaquemes d’Artevelle les paroles desus dittes et remoustra par
pluisseurs raisons, aournées de biaus langage, que cose utille estoit
de recevoir le prince de Galles à signeur, et que de Flandres on
feroit une ducée, et se tenroit li dis dus et princes ou pais et
gouvreneroit la terre et le pais de Flandre en tous bons usages, et
tenroit justice et raison à tout honme; et prioit Jaques d’Artevelle que
de ce, les bonnes villes qui là estoient se vosissent consillier et faire
ent response. Adonc regardèrent il tous li uns l’autre, et ne sceurent
que dire. Toutes fois il demandèrent consel de parler ensamble; on
lor donna. Il parlèrent tout à un, et fu la response telle: «Jaquemes,
nous avons bien oï ce que vous avés dit; et qant nous venimes ichi,
nous ne savions pas que vous nous deuissiés aparler de ceste
matère, et nous est assés nouvelle. Et nous ne poons pas faire cechi
de nous tant seullement: il couvient que tous li pais de Flandres s’i
asente; et qant là sera venu, que on voie et congnoise les rebelles
qui à ce ne se vodront acorder, et que il soient bani publiquement et
perdent ce que ou pais de Flandres à present il i tiennent, sans
esperance de jamais ravoir, ne i retourner. Ensi se pora faire chils
hiretages segurement, car, tant que avons qui chi sonmes, nous
volons bien à signeur, puis que il est à ce promeus, le prinche de
Galles, sauf et reservé les conditions desus dittes.» Ceste response
souffi très grandement au roi et à son consel; mais il fu demandé as
bonnes villes de Flandres qui avoient respondu, qant li rois se poroit
certefiier de la response. Euls par acord prissent un mois de jour; on
lor donna. Et disnèrent avoecques le roi en son vassiel meismes, et
puis se departirent et retournèrent, casquns sus son lieu, les auquns
tous abus et courouchiés de ces nouvelletés que il avoient oy, quoi
que il euissent respondu à la plaisance dou roi et de d’Artevelle. Et
leur sambloit dure cose et estragne de deshireter lor signeur; et se il
faisoient ce, à tousjours mès il seroient tenu et reputé pour traittes et
infames. Nequedent, d’Artevelle estoit tant doubtés et cremeus ou
pais de Flandres que, au fort, nuls ne l’euist osé courouchier, ne
desdire de ses volentés. Encores demora Jaques d’Artevelle dalés
le roi sus sa navie à l’Escluse, depuis que li aultre furent parti.
Or montèrent grandes murmurations parmi la conté de Flandres,
qant les nouvelles s’espardirent que Jaquemes d’Artevelle avoit jeté
sa visée à ce que li princes de Gales seroit sires de Flandres, et que
on en feroit une ducée. Li auqun disoient, qui amoient le roi
d’Engleterre: «Ce sera bien fait.» Et li aultre disoient le contraire, et
que ce seroit damages, blames et traison trop grande à deshireter
son signeur. Et en avoient les bonnes gens pité, et plus pour la
cause dou fil, le conte Lois de Male, que il n’euissent pour le père,
car ils lor avoit esté crueuls, hausters, durs et mervilleus. Et pour tels
causes l’avoient ils bouté hors de Flandres, mais ils gardoient Lois,
le jone fils, et disoient que il le nouriroient à lor manière, et seroit
mieuls abuvrés de conditions flamenges que son père n’euist esté.
Li dus Jehans de Braibant, pour le temps d’adonc, avoit une jone fille
à marier, si ques conme sages et imaginatis que il fu et moult
soubtieus, il avoit jetté sa visée à che que uns mariages seroit trop
bien pris et fais de sa fille et dou fil le conte de Flandres. Et le
concordoit assés le conte de Flandres, mais il n’estoit pas sires ne
mestres de son fil: ançois le tenoient et gardoient li Flamenc, et le
nourissoient sus bonnes gardes, et ne le laissoient point issir de la
ville de Gant. Li dus de Braibant consideroit bien les coses à venir, et
conment Jaquemes d’Artevelle pour ces jours estoit si grans en
Flandres que par lui estoit tout fait, et sans lui n’estoit riens fait; et fu
enfourmés de ces nouvelles conment li rois d’Engleterre estoit à
l’Escluse et gissoit là à l’ancre, et procuroit, et Jaquemes d’Artevelle
pour lui, que ses fils, li princes de Galles, fust dus de Flandres. Si se
doubta li dis dus de Braibant que toutes cez coses n’avenissent, qui
trop legierement pooient avenir, et avisa que il i meteroit un tel touel
que il romperoit et briseroit tout.
Et c’est ce qui avint en la ville de Gant, les jours courans que li
rois d’Engleterre se tenoit en sa navie devant l’Escluse, et atendoit la
response de ceuls dou pais de Flandres. Une disension s’esmut très
grande en la ville de Gant, des tisserans de draps à l’encontre de
Jaqueme d’Artevelle, et tout par le promotion et esquoel de lor doiien
qui se nonmoit Tomas Denis. Et voelt on bien dire que li dus de
Braibant fu cause de ceste aventure, car chil tisserant, par
l’information de lor doiien, vinrent un jour plus de quatre cens devant
l’ostel d’Artevelle, et l’environnèrent devant et derrière, et
moustrèrent que de force il voloient entrer dedens. Quant les varlès
de ce d’Artevelle les veirent ensi venus, si furent tout esmervilliet
que il demandoient, car il n’avoient point acoustumé que chil de
Gand, ne aultres gens venissent ensi de fait et en cel estat parler à
lor mestre et voloir efforchier la maison. Si conmenchièrent à parler
rudement à euls et voloir metre hors à force, mais il ne peurent;
avant furent batu et vilené et blecié. Jaques d’Artevelle estoit enclos
en sa cambre, et avoit oy la grignour partie des paroles et dou
hustin. Si vint à une fenestre qui regardoit sus une rue où toutes ces
gens estoient asamblé; se lor demanda: «Bonnes gens, quel cose
vous fault? Pourquoi estes vous si esmeus?» Il respondirent: «Nous
volons parler à vous. Venés çà jus.» Donc respondi Jaques et dist:
«Et se je estoie là, que voriiés vous dire?»—«Nous volons que tu
nous rendes compte dou grant tresor de Flandres, que tu as eu et
levé, depuis sept ans, à ta volenté, et nous di quel cose tu en as fait,
ne où tu l’a[s] mis.» Donc respondi Jaquemes d’Artevelle, qui bien
considera que les coses aloient diversement et hors des rieulles
acoustumés, aultrement que il ne soloient estre, et les quida apaisier
de douces paroles et dist: «Bonnes gens, retraiiés vous casquns en
son hostel, et dedens trois jours je vous appellerai et serai pourveus
de vous rendre si bon compte, que vous en serés tout conteut.» Il
respondirent de une vois: «Nous ne volons point tant atendre, mès
vieng hors de ton hostel compter à nous,» Jaquemes d’Artevelle
considera bien tantos que les coses aloient mal, et que il estoit en
peril de sa vie; si dist: «Signeur, signeur, tenés vous là, je irai tantos
parler à vous.» A ces mos il se tinrent tout quoi, et il issi hors de sa
cambre et vint viers son estable et ses cevaus, et quida monter sus
et partir par derrière et aler sa voie, mais il ne pot, car l’ostel estoit si
environnés de tous lés que tantos il fu aperceus et veus quel cose il
voloit faire; et fu acusés de ceuls qui gardoient l’uis à ceuls qui
estoient à la porte devant. Donc s’esleva grans tumultes entre iaus,
et rompirent de force les huis et passèrent tout oultre, et vinrent en
l’estable et trouvèrent Jaquemon d’Artevelle qui s’ordonnoit pour
monter et aler sa voie. Tantos de fait il l’asallirent; et li donna chils
Thomas Denis, li doiiens des tisserans, le premier cop de une hace,
en la teste, par quoi il l’abati. Se li avoit Jaques d’Artevelle fait
pluisseurs biens, et l’avoit mis en l’office dou doiainné des telliers, et
si estoit son compère. Nequedent, toutes ces coses et afinités furent
oubliies et misses arrière. Et fu là ochis Jaques d’Artevelle
mescanment, qui tant avoit eu d’estat, d’onnour et de prosperités en
Flandres; ne on ne trouva onques en Gant honme ne justice qui en
vosist prendre ne lever amende. Ensi vont les fortunes de ce monde;
ne nuls ne se puet ne doit confiier, se sages est, trop grandement
ens ès prosperités de ce monde. Fos 103 et 104.
P. 98, l. 16: preeçoit.—Les mss. A 1 à 33 ajoutent: sa querelle.
Fº 125 vº.
P. 98, l. 18 à 23: d’Engleterre... et dit ensi.—Mss. A 1 à 6, 11 à 14,
18, 19: en lui donnant en mariage la fille du conte Loys de Flandres,
en faisant de la conté duchié, dont les Flamens avoient respondu
d’un commun accort et dit ainsi. Fº 125 vº.—Mss. A 20 à 22: pour
adheriter le filz au roy d’Angleterre. Si luy respondirent tous d’un
commun accord. Fº 184. Voir aussi Sup. var. (n. d. t.)
P. 99, 100, 101, 102: voir Sup. var. (n. d. t.)

P. 103, l. 4: teliers.—Ms. A 8: cellier. Fº 115 vº.—Mss. A 15 à 17:

sellier. Fº 128.
P. 103, l. 6: voir Sup. var. (n. d. t.)
 § 238. P. 103, l. 17: Quant li rois.—Ms. d’Amiens: De quoy li roys
fu si courouchiés et si mautalentis sus les Flammens que il lez volloit
gueriier; et leur manda que le mort de son compère d’Artevelle et qui
si sagement les avoit gouvrennés, il leur feroit comparer chierement.
Et retourna li roys à Londrez et n’ala adonc plus avant. Chil de
Bruges, d’Ippre, de Courtray, de Popringhe et dez autrez bonnez
villez de Flandrez se doubtèrent durement dou roy englèz que il ne
leur fesist contraire pour la mort d’Artevelle. Si se vinrent à lui
escuzer, et li dissent que de sa mort il n’estoient en rienz coupablez,
et que, quant il li plairoit, il le feroient amender chyaux de Gand
tellement que bien deveroit souffire, et que jà pour ce il n’en seroit le
mains fors en Flandrez, ne li comtez plus avanchiéz, mais li tenroient
tous lez couvens et proummesses que juret li avoient. Par ensi se
rappaissa ung peu li roys d’Engleterre, et mist en nuncalloir le mort
Jaquemon d’Artevelle, et depuis tint à amour grandement lez
Flammens. Fº 85 vº.
—Ms. de Rome: Qant li rois d’Engleterre, qui se tenoit à l’Escluse
en sa navie et estoit tenus tout le temps, attendans la response des
consauls des bonnes villes de Flandres, entendi que chil de Gant
avoient ocis Jaquemon d’Artevelle, son grant amic et son chier
compère, vous poés bien croire et sçavoir que il fu courouciés et
sautmoutonnés oultre mesure. Et fist tantos desancrer sa navie et
tirer les voilles amont, et se departi de devant l’Escluse; et rentra en
mer en maneçant grandement les Flamens. Et dist et jura que
jamais il n’entenderoit à aultre cose, si lor aueroit si remoustré
acertes que il lor en souvenroit à tous jours mais, et retourna arrière
en Engleterre. Qant les nouvelles furent esparses parmi le pais et
les bonnes villes de Flandres que d’Artevelle estoit mors, et que chil
de Gant l’avoient ocis, si en furent li pluisseur moult tourblé pour le
pourfit conmun dou pais de Flandres, et imaginèrent que li rois
d’Engleterre, outre mesure, seroit moult courouciés, et que li pais de
Flandres le poroit bien trop cierement comparer; si regardèrent que
generaument il s’envoieroient escuser, ensi que il fissent. Et
passèrent douse honmes notables oultre en Engleterre, et fissent
tant parmi un bon moiien que il trouvèrent ou consel dou roi, que li
rois s’apaisa et mist en oubli d’Artevelle, car il fu ensi dit au roi: