The Sentinel is owned etc. by Pet Fly, Inc. This story is not meant to infringe on, nor is it endorsed by, Pet Fly, Inc. and Paramount.

Warning: Underage relationship. Remember, James is in high school!

This story is a sequel to: Work of Desire, Chapter 6

"Where's Si?" James sat down on the corner of Dawn's cluttered desk.

The redhead ignored the teen's foot hitting her chair. "Can't you put some clothes on?" Dawn frowned at James' half naked form.

Running his hand over his bare chest, the football player pinched his nipples and grinned at Dawn. "Nah, it only means more shit I have to strip off when I wanna fuck Simon."

Dawn snapped her mouth shut and glared at James. "You have a filthy mouth, James Ellison."

The teen leaned forward and whispered in the woman's ear. "Simon's not complaining. He's more than happy to fill it with his big fat dick."

"James!" Dawn scooted back her chair and busied herself searching through files on the desk behind her.

James' grin widened. He did love teasing the hell out of the petite redhead. Something about Dawn brought out the devil in him and he never passed up an opportunity to shock her panties off.

"And how is Sharrie this morning? Did you send her off to work with a tongue sucking kiss?"

Dawn tilted her head and frowned suspiciously at the high school student. A thought of comprehension clicked in her mind and she shook her head, deciding to turn the tables on James.

"Actually, it was a tongue sucking, pussy licking kiss." Pushing the teen off her desk, Dawn stood up. "And she enjoyed it immensely."

James was silent for several seconds before bursting out in laughter, the infectious sound tugging a small smile from the woman standing beside him. "Good one, Red. You got me with that one."

Dawn blew a stray bang back into place. "Don't call me Red."

The football player danced away from the hand aimed at his head. Grinning he asked again, "Where's Si?"

Dawn picked up a note and handed it to the teen. "He typed this for you before he left."

Morning, Lover.

James felt an unfamiliar warmth creep into his heart upon reading those words. Unaware of his actions, he rubbed his hand over his upper chest.

Sorry I didn't wake you up before I left. You looked so peaceful sleeping. And when I recalled how late we went to bed last night, I thought it best to let you sleep in. You need all the rest you can get-to keep your 'strength' up, if you know what I mean.

James chuckled at Simon's play on words. "Always up for you, Si."

I have a meeting with my investment broker today, James. Should be back around 3 or 4 this afternoon. Try and not aggravate Dawn to death.

James peeked over the top of the note at the redhead. "Oops!" Before Dawn could question him, he looked back down at Simon's message.

And James, if you don't mind, could you do a little cleaning for me? I need all those empty crates moved out of the studio to make room for a new shipment of supplies.

Thanks, Sweetcheeks.

Simon

James blushed at the new nickname his lover had given him. Last night Simon had rimmed him until he howled for mercy. A final thrust of the older man's tongue inside his ass and James had shot his load, his cum dripping down over his balls on its way to his hole. Simon had licked it up eagerly before announcing his newest term of affection.

"You've got one fine ass, Sweetcheeks," the artist had whispered as he slid his dick inside James.

"Maybe I should come up with a nickname for you, old man." James tapped the note against his chin for several seconds. A name popped into his mind and instantly triggered an image, causing the teenager to bend over with laughter. "You are so in for it, Si."

Before Dawn could question his sanity, James left the woman's office and headed toward the back of the house to Simon's studio. Opening the mahogany cabinet that held his lover's sound system, he turned on the radio and quickly went to work. Two hours passed and soon the teen was hot and sweaty from his physical activity.

"Time for a break!" James declared.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the small fridge Simon kept in the studio, James surveyed the work he had done. Something behind a nearby crate caught his attention and after taking a large swallow of water, he walked over to investigate.

"That's where you disappeared to." The football player wrestled free a missing sock of his. Leaning back against the large crate, he idly twirled the sock in the air, taking several minutes to drink his water and listen to the music on the radio. A naughty gleam took up residence in his eyes when he heard the DJ announce the upcoming concert by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Hearing the first notes of the group's newest song come over the radio, James looked down at the sock in his hand. "Oh, what the hell!"

Putting down his water, the teenager shucked off his shorts and fitted the sock over his dick and balls. He wiggled a few times, testing the security of the cotton sheath. Satisfied, James grabbed the sound system's remote control and cranked up the volume on the radio. Singing along with the music, he danced around the room, strutting back and forth, proudly displaying his manhood by waving it at the half finished sculptures in the room.

Thrusting his hips forward, James reached between his legs and played with his balls. Squeezing them, he yelled happily, "Who's ya daddy, Big Boy?"

"I guess that would be me." Simon slapped James on his ass before taking him into his arms.

James nearly jumped out of his skin, totally unprepared for his lover's return. He gulped, "Si! Whatcha doing back so soon?" The teenager hurriedly turned the radio off and tossed the remote control aside. "Thought you wouldn't be home until 3 or 4?"

The blind artist rubbed his hands over James's bare butt. "If you were wearing a watch, you'd see it was 3:30pm." Simon rested his chin on his young lover's shoulder. "Want to tell me why you're working in the buff?" He slid his hand over the teen's hip, his exploring fingers quickly discovering James' sock clad genitals. "Lover? Is this a new look for you?"

James turned and threw his arms around Simon, burying his blushing face against the man's neck. "Just goofing around, Si."

"Without me?" The artist held his young lover for several moments, enjoying the feel of James' quiet strength in his arms.

Wanting more than just a hug, James shuffled backwards, his rump hitting one of Simon's worktables. Hoisting himself on top, he pulled Simon between his outspread legs. "Touch me," James demanded of the older man.

"My pleasure," Simon answered, stroking his hands over his naked lover, slipping between their bodies to pinch and tug on James' nipples. Encouraged by the youth's breathless gasp, he lowered his head and, with his mouth, searched out the two wrinkled nubs on the high school student's chest, nipping and sucking on them.

"Oh yeah." James braced his arms against the back of the table and lifted his legs, circling Simon's waist. "Suck harder, Si."

Complying with his lover's request, Simon doubled his efforts, alternating between sucking and biting James' nipples. The teen's husky moans soon filled the studio and Simon smiled at the sound of James' vocal appreciation. Sliding his hands over his lover's abdomen and groin, he gently removed the sock. "In the way," he mumbled.

Wrapping his fingers around the hard, leaking shaft, Simon expertly brought James off. Right before his lover spilled his release, the artist quickly leaned down and sucked the teen's cock into his mouth, determined to catch every drop of cum. After several seconds, Simon allowed the spent organ to slip free and with a sigh of contentment, buried his face in James' damp groin. He kissed the tender flesh while inhaling the heavy scent of musk surrounding it, evidence of the teenager's recent labor.

James tangled his fingers in Simon's hair and pulled him upright. Dropping one leg, he insinuated his knee in between the blind man's legs, nudging the man's awakening erection, encouraging Simon to hump his leg. The feel of his lover's dick riding his thigh was enough to get the juices percolating in his own dick and James moaned loudly.

Grabbing one of Simon's hands, he guided it to his hungry flesh. "Do it again. Jerk me off."

Simon was more than willing to obey. He wrapped his large hand around the straining shaft and stroked the damp flesh fast and hard---just the way James loved it. Once a satisfying rhythm had been established, Simon latched onto the teen's neck and directed his attention to the task of marking his lover with the biggest hickey in the world. The combination of his hot sucking mouth and his furiously stroking fist soon had James bucking wildly. Once again, Simon leaned down and drank his fill of the youth's cum.

James howled as he shot his second load down the black man's throat. Panting heavily, he grasped the front of his lover's shirt and hauled the man up for a bruising kiss, almost desperate to taste himself in Simon's mouth. "Damn, Si! Thought you were gonna suck my brains right out of my dick. You must really love my cum."

The artist hugged James tight, his fingers teasing the top of the cleft of his young lover's ass. "You got that right, Sweetcheeks."

Grinning wickedly, James pulled out of Simon's embrace and, jumping off the table, sank to his knees in front of the large man. "Speaking of nicknames," he said as he freed his lover's huge cock and licked it hungrily.

"Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to fuck tall teenagers with a single thrust. It's... it's... Superdick!"

End Work of Desire, Chapter 7 by Angelise: angelise7@hotmail.com

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