THE DEADHEADS OF NO HOPE by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay and bi sexuality.
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FIRST WEEKEND (Part 4)
It took Remy a while to recover from what he figured it must feel like to suffer a heart-attack. In the gay erotic fiction he'd read, writers would sometimes talk about "toe-curling" sex -- he'd fimally had some.
Remy realized the Tim Buckley album he'd put on had finished, probably a while ago. He knew he should get up and either change it or turn off the turntable, but he didn't actually want to try moving yet.
Wren began stroking him gently, giving sweet little kisses to his face and neck and shoulders, murmuring and cooing.
Remy luxuriated in the post-sex there-ness of lying next to this rare, supreme beauty who'd changed his life in less than a day. Wren looked especially good in the soft, muted light of his room, he thought. The room she'd so deftly tweaked for him, making it seductively sexy. He'd have to start on his first painting of Wren soon.
"'My room looks so cool now, Wren -- the light, I mean. Especially with you in it."
She kissed him for that sweet remark.
He gazed on this candle-lit fairy-girl, who'd magically materialized herself from fairyland, to share his bed and let him make love to her -- first, like a girl, all new and strange and beautiful; then, like a boy, all familiar but even newer and stranger -- bringing each other undreamed-of delight.
Remy was so high from the wine and the pot and the sex and the girl, he could only stammer out all the confused joy in him.
"Wren, my angel, my Bird, what makes you love me this way? Which is just so perfect? It's unreal-sexy, but fucking how? No more time for how, I guess, this is the season of what. Fuck, I'm just so fucking lost in my love for you, Wren. 'Never felt like this before,' if you want a Westerberg lyric for it.
"I mean, I guess I really don't mind being bewildered by you at all -- I don't mind anything with you, Wren -- it's just that, for like three or four years now, I thought I knew what girls could do for a boy, and it wasn't anything for me, nothing that spoke to my desire -- the kind of lust I feel and the total overwhelming need, and the kind of erotic beauty that gets me hardest. Girls never even came close to that for me. But you? Fuck, you could just, like, yawn, Wren, or shrug, and I'm immediately hard and lusting for you. It's ridiculous. It's laughable. Jesus Fuck, I love you, Bird."
Remy held her close, not even kissing her, just holding her. Wren could feel his tears, and they brought wetness to her own eyes.
"Oh sweet, perfect Hunter! My angel, my Lord! I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the one I'd summoned, my Lord and Master. That we were meant for each other. I won't say 'Don't ever leave me!' because I know you can't, actually. I mean, you wouldn't even if you could. I know just how to make love to you, Remy, and you know just how to make love to me. And what's maybe even better, we know just how to be for each other when we're not making love. We give each other the total life we need."
"But this is just so weird, Wren. I'm fucking gay! I mean, seriously. I'm hella into boys."
"I know! Oh my God, I cannot wait to be with you when you're with boys! Just thinking about you with hot boys -- like, the thought of you at Teen Town today, Remy? with all those gorgeous black boys? -- gets me hard as fuck every damn time I think about it."
Wren gobbled up another gummy, knowing they would have a wonderfully late night. She opened the bottle of red wine she had in her tote and poured each of them a small glass. They sat close and sipped wine and kissed and fondled each other and giggled. Wren never got tired of playing with Remy's huge cock. Neither did Remy.
Wren loved just being there, in her boy's space -- snuggling with him on the soft, warm leather of a big Ikea couch, a matching one right across from them, between them the huge, door-sized coffee table Remy made, looking like a piece of primitivist wood-scupture, Remy's bed, a few yards away on the floor, waiting for them. One the other side of the room, a wall of wooden shelves, filled with Remy-stuff, and off to the right,that sexy studio-space of his.
She loved that they had this room, and that Remy's made it so amazing. She was glad she could soften the room's lighting -- it was perfect now.
Even though it was Remy's bedroom, in Remy's house, at the very core of their neighborhood, it seemed to Wren like it was their secret space, their far-away, get-away place, like the motel room in the next county where they carried on their tryst.
"Hunter, you have the coolest hippie sex-pad ever. All the hot boys and hot girls are going to want to be with you just to have sex with you in your awesome room."
Remy eye-rolled and loaded another bowl. They decided to draw each other.
Remy went first. He put the "Sugar Magnolia" side of EUROPE '72 on, then posed Wren, odalisque-style, on his new bedspread. He took a bunch of pictures first, then he started sketching, pulling over one of the couches so he could sit across from her as he worked. Wren kept enthusing over the music.
"You have to play this record again when we're done, Remy! We gots to dance to this shit, son!"
What a fucking great thing to look forward to, Remy smiled to himself.
He roughed out the bed in his sketch, then began outlining Wren lying atop it -- the picture of seduction in her luxuriant pose. He loved tracing the soft, silky line of her narrow hip, with an arm draped provocatively across it.
Wren's body was thin, but sylph-like and smooth. And as much as Remy thought of her as fragile or delicate, because she was so precious to him, Wren was actually nicely toned, with that appealing definition a thin girl's body had when she kept herself fit.
When Remy sketched nudes of the boys he hung with, he used strong, quick, heavy lines -- a muscular style, with lots of dark, bold pencil marks. Drawing Wren, the lines were long, fine, graceful, diaphanous.
As Remy worked, he began a running commentary on his model's allure. Wren's beauty seemed to organically evoke an outpouring of praise.
"Your body is so smooth and perfect graceful and lovely, Wren. 'Ethereal' is such a cliché, but you're insanely ethereal. You're like some gorgeous spirit who has taken human form. I thought I'd never draw anything but boys' muscle and cock, that that would be my thing as an artist. My sketches of boys, I think, are all pretty sexually charged, this drawing I'd call sensually charged -- more erotic than sexual, actually, even though you're utterly sexual."
Remy delighted in sketching Wren's impossibly small, maddeningly lovely, barely-budding breasts. He grew hard as he worked his pencil. Quickly, magically, he began reproducing them perfectly -- especially concentrating on her swollen, brazenly suckable nipples.
Remy began roughing in her small, hardly noticeable slit, making it look at first like a minor addition, an afterthought, but in reality it had to be the key focal point of the drawing, he felt -- the vortex of her (and now, his) pleasure.
A few quick lines, the slightest hint of shading, and perfect.
Remy spent about ten minutes on Wren's feet -- as demure as a Disney princess's, he felt, with seductively shapely toes that tantalyzed Remy's lips as he sketched them.
Remy was leaking precum by now. His rock-solid hardness pulsated regularly, insistently. He had to will himself consciously calm to keep his hands from shaking.
Wren's face, as he knew, he could do from memory -- open, fresh, simple, vibrant, youthfully mature, gorgeous.
Wren had magical greenish eyes that were always bright and elfin, and a sweet, sly smile formed by small, luscious, rich red lips, always lipsticked to a spectacularly high gloss. Wren's complexion was ivory-creamy with a permanent blush on her cheeks.
Her eyes were dreamy slits in the pose she was holding now, her mouth full and kissable. The hair he simply suggested. He could wait to do that more detailed later.
He'd been working about twenty minutes and had a superb star on the drawing. He didn't want Wren to get bored, but he wanted to spend just a few more minutes on the bedspread. Matisse, one of his heroes, did fabrics and patterns really well in his paintings, so Remy wanted to start getting good at them, too.
As he worked to reproduce the bedspread's design, Remy started thinking about the painting he hoped he could turn this sketch into. A luminous vision took shape in his mind.
Wren lying there, as if part of a magical sequence in some lushly drawn Japanese anime film -- a scene in a mystic glen, where somehow the first gentle breeze of spring ripples through and brings with it soft sunlight and flowers and birds awakening, making everything sweet, lovely, fresh, heady.
Suddenly, though -- amazingly -- somehow that feather-light wind begins to swirl gracefully round and round, coalescing, through some kind of elemental druid spell, into a human form, an entrancingly beautiful wood-nymph, as pure and lovely and young as a spring day, and she's magically lying there now, on a boy's bed.
That was the way he thought of her striking, other-worldly beauty.
Wren adored the finished sketch. Remy tacked it up right by his drawing table. His muse from now on.
Wren's turn. To Wren, Remy was carved muscular perfection, the ideal of young masculine beauty. He reminded her of her favorite work in the Minneapolis Institute of Arts -- a sculpture of a young, naked, beautifully muscled Greek Olympian, a javelin thrower, entitled `Doryphoros'.
Wren remembered when she first saw it, a couple of years ago. Auntie Marlo had planned an outing for them to the museum one afternoon, to have lunch and see a show of Delacroix paintings. As they wandered around the galleries before going in to see the show, Wren came upon a statue of smooth, polished, muscular male beauty so glorious, so beautifully carved, so compelling to gaze upon, she didn't care to see anything else in the museum.
Wren kept circling the perfect marble youth, and circling him, feeling a warm, urgent rush of longing permeate her to her core. If she could have done the Pygmalion thing and brought the statue of the young male to life, she would have done so in an instant. Then dragged him off to one of those wide, low, leather seats in the next gallery and fuck him. She hated when Aunt Marlo gently reminded her they had 2:30 tickets for the Delacroix show.
And now, posing nude in front of her was what seemed a live re-enactment of that sculpture -- the classical ideal of male beauty, smooth, hard, perfectly proportioned, brilliantly carved, Remy's body was like softly gleaming marble. All afternoon, Wren had loved gliding her hands all over every inch, reverently, sensuously, luxuriating in the ideal of lovingly carved boy-beauty, feeling again that hot, insistent flush of desire she'd felt in the museum.
Galatea-like, her Doryphoros had finally come magically alive for her, so she decided for her sketch to pose Remy standing proud and strong and gorgeous, in the `Doryphoros' pose, revisiting one of her primal scenes of boy-lust.
As she worked to reproduce his beauty on paper, Wren thought about her model, trying to solve the secret of Remy's beauty. She finally decided it was this -- that even when clothed (maybe because he always dressed so sexy, even in just those simple, ordinary, casual clothes he wore), but especially when showing even the slightest skin (and certainly when nude), Remy's body boldly radiated the promise of sexual pleasure that could be had with him. Remy had an erotically pro-active beauty.
That's what certain beautiful people who know how to clothe their beauty just right do, Wren knew -- they imply and articulate all the untold sexual pleasure to be had with them under those clothes. Remy knew this, at some level, knew about the glorious dream of sex his body suggested, merely in its there-ness.
Remy has only bothered to make good on that promise with boys before, though. Girls picked up on it, of course. Every girl Wren knew at No Hope was affected by the teasing temptation of Remy's mere presence. The girls Remy knew in Milwaukee, maybe, had either been too shy, too awed, or too overwhelmed by the sheer force of his body's erotic potential to make any sort of move on him.
Or maybe it was the way Remy's poised, virile, muscular beauty presented itself -- as so obviously 'queered' -- because despite how jockboy-masculine Remy almost always acted, he never tried to disguise that he was into boys, constantly flirting with them in school, openly lusting after them. Something like that might have turned a lot of girls off, but certainly not Wren -- it merely inflamed her further.
Wren took Remy's gloriously, wonderfully, richly queer promise as a sacred pledge she'd hold him to forever.
Once Wren had sketched out the basic outline of her boy's body, she worked to get the musculature of his chest and abs and arms and thighs and calves as perfect-looking as she could, as quickly as possible.
After Remy's beautifully sculpted figure took shape on her sketchbook page, Wren felt herself grow wonderfully wet. She left the rest of his torso rough-outlined and spent the rest of her time dreamily detailing his huge, luscious cock. She kept cracking Remy up because she'd stop every once in a while to fondle his cock as she drew it, or kiss it longingly, swearing to Remy she needed to feel it physically so she could render it fully.
When she finished, Remy loved the sketch as much as she did. Wren could hardly wait to decorate her bedroom with it.
"I'm going to frame this and hang it on the wall behind my bed, Remy, like a saint's picture."
Next, they decided to film each other.
Wren wanted a video of Remy jerking off. She told him he could do it any way he wanted, so he sat on one of his couches and clicked on one of the Wren/Njeri/Desi videos she'd sent him that afternoon, playing his phone through his flat-screen.
Wren filmed him from the side, in sharp focus, with the video of her and her girlfriends romping naked behind him, blurred softly. As Remy played with his nipples and stroked his washboard, he rhapsodized about how hot the girl-on-girl action onscreen was.
When Remy's cock was fully hard, he spit on it, letting long trails of saliva drip down his shaft and balls and over his boy-hole, teasing his pucker with all that spit, fingering and jacking himself to a huge climax while fantasizing aloud about what he'd do if he could join the three girls onscreen.
Then it was Remy's turn to film Wren. He also wanted her masturbating.
He posed her again, looking seductive, on his bed (their bed, as Wren thought of it now), her beautifully lithe body naked amidst his pillows and bed-cover. He even ran down and fetched some silk coverlets of Ava's from the second-floor linen closet, to add to the `Sultan's Tent' luxuriousness of his new bedspread.
The candle-light and the lamp on the nightstand, softened by the bandana Wren placed over it earlier, gave the scene an ultra-porn-like quality.
When the scene was set to Remy's liking, Remy clicked on his phone, and Wren began pleasuring herself. Her thin, smooth, body -- pale, creamy ivory with just a soft hint of pink -- wriggled as her hands played over her young, nubile beauty and her breathy whisper of a voice moaned softly.
As soon as her slight, delicate pussy lips were wet from her saliva and arousal fluid, she turned her body slightly to the side, to afford Remy a good view, and brought one hand behind her, to finger her tight little butt-hole, while her other hand played sensuously over her glistening slit, sucking her fingers wantonly to slick herself up more.
Watching her work both holes, bringing herself maximum pleasure, sent an immediate jolt through Remy's mind and body, getting his cock screamingly hard. He could barely hold his phone still, so excited was he by the scene he was filming, so eager was he to jack to the live XXX performance happening in front of him, or just let the phone drop and join in. He kept his phone recording until Wren came twice.
During their bathroom breaks that evening, they always went together. Wren never let Remy pee by himself. She insisted on holding his cock for him, loving the feel of its thick, fleshy density.
Even better -- and it cracked Remy up when she did it -- one time, she actually stood between him and the toilet bowl and made him slide his seven-some inches through her legs, under her pussy, so she could pretend to be a big-dicked boy peeing.
A couple times during the evening, when they were particularly sticky with cum, they popped down a flight of stairs and hopped into the walk-in shower, eagerly soaping each other up, kissing and stroking and fingering and sucking, until they both reached climax.
Wren reminded Remy she wanted to dance to that Dead record he played earlier, so she poured them more red wine, and they had a wonderful time grinding to Side Four of EUROPE '72, which Remy had always thought was the best side of the album for dancing ("Sugar Magnolia," "Mr. Charlie," and "Tennessee Jed").
The sight of Remy, grooving his body ecstatically to his favorite jam band sent Wren into an undreamed-of paradise. His crazy-sexy dance moves -- part male-stripper/part hippie tribal-rock freak-out -- made his sleek, hard-carved muscles ripple and flex and his thick dick waggle and bounce with abandon.
Remy pogoed up and down crazily when Bob Weir sang "jump like a Willy in four-wheel drive," so that he could make his own willy jump, which Wren found hilarious. She could not possibly be more enslaved to his sweet boy-beauty.
She breathlessly gasped to Remy about how exciting it was dancing naked with him to such full-tilt rave music.
"Oh my God, Remy! I love watching you dance! Sexiest damn boy-body ever! Oh my God oh my God oh my God, I'm so damn juicy now, son! And I gotta say, Hunter -- just your hard, naked muscle, and all those freakin' bracelets on each wrist? Sexiest male fashion statement ever, bro!"
Remy called back loudly, his body jacked and excited from dancing.
"You should see yourself, Bird! You're like some bewitched demon-girl succubus, using your perfect body and sexy dance moves to seduce me, making me powerless to resist you, hypnotizing me as you twirl and shimmy with all those necklaces on. Dancing naked with you is, like, the best foreplay ever. Look how fucking hard I am, dude!"
He grabbed his phone, trained it on her, and Wren did an especially sexy hippie-girl dance for him.
Sixty-nine on the floor, afterwards -- both of them half-laughing, half-moaning, caught up in the most exciting sex of their lives.
Breathless with dancing and sex, they decided to chill. Remy put the acoustic side of the BEAR'S CHOICE album on, and they cuddled on the couch. Remy wondered aloud whether they shouldn't do another bowl.
"It's still way early. I could go all night with you, Wren."
"Mmmmmm, yes, please!"
She clicked some random BEL AMI clip on for her queer stud, breathing hot and sexy in his ear and playing with his dick while he ground some bud and loaded his pipe. They fondled each other and commented on the BEL AMI boys' big dicks and smooth bodies, nodding their heads to the Dead, as they sat close together on the couch and took hits off the pipe.
At one point, maybe because of the pot, Remy felt he had to ask her a question that had been hovering over her crazy passion for him.
"Wren, I'm obviously so fucking into you -- to the absolute ultimate into-est I could be -- but, dude, seriously, it doesn't bother you that I'm like, totally, gay? That I'll never stop craving boys, fucking boys, loving boys? That no matter how much you and I fuck, and how it's easily the best fucking ever, and I wanna be with you and all your girls, too, that ultimately I'll always be this seriously gay horndog, wanting to be, like, super-tight with a lot of hot boys?"
"Remy, darling, stop tripping about that! Your being gay is such a huge plus for me -- an essential, really! It makes you the perfect lover! Every girl seriously into sex knows gay boyfriends are the hottest boyfriends. Straight boys are sadly just way too boring. I mean, a boy who refuses to get with other boys? Are you fucking kidding me? There's a boy you just know is having seriously dull sex -- I mean, compared to you and your boys. And there's a boy whose girlfriend -- if he actually even has one -- is either a clueless dolt or a sad fool.
"I wouldn't want to be fucked by a boy who didn't know what it felt like to be fucked himself. I'd be too frightened. And I could never love a boy who didn't get off on cock as much as I did because I don't think he'd ever be able to totally understand me."
Her eyes twinkled from the room's candle-light.
"Just think, Remy -- with you as my boyfriend, I get to see you suck and fuck all those gorgeous boys you hang with, and suck them and get fucked by them, too! And have them eat my pussy when we all hook up! I seriously cannot wait, angel! You and Trey! You and Willy! Bring it, son!"
Then her face got somber and serious, like she was discovering something important about herself.
"Plus, your devestatingly sexy queerness means I now know my number one goal -- to be the hottest boy ever for you! I know I'm the hottest girl you've ever known -- that was a pretty low bar, admittedly, but it still makes me sacredly in awe and ecstatic. What I really want, though, is to be the hottest lover, boy-wise, for you. And I warn you that I'm going to do it, my scoffing Lord -- despite my pitifully dickless state."
She already was the hottest boy he could ever imagine, Remy knew. She worshipped his body -- muscle, cock, ass -- more erotically than any boy he'd ever been with. She worshipped a boy's body exactly like Remy himself worshipped a boy's body, like no other boy he'd ever known did -- reverently, piously, with blistering eroticism, in the most sacred-slash-sexual spirit of cock-and-muscle-worship imaginable, in a kind of homoerotic trance of Dyonisian devotion.
It was an unfathomable marvel that she could do that, that a girl could worship a boy's muscle and cock and ass so exactly as a boy craved. It flummoxed Remy and utterly fascinated him. Wren was flat-out the most enchanting 'boy' he'd ever known.
Is that what 'boi' meant, he wondered? Someone who could transcend ordinary 'boy'-ness to be super-sexy, super-gay, super-hot -- no matter what sex or gender? Is that what being `queer' implied?
Damn, Remy thought -- loving Wren was like taking an advanced seminar on Contemporary Gender Studies.
Once the bowl they shared was finished, Wren kept tonguing and kissing and stroking Remy's muscles until she felt sure they were both high as fuck, then she asked Remy, all sweet and open and innocent, if he was up for more anal. Of course he was. Wren suggested he put some sexy music on while she got ready.
Without him noticing, she quietly opened his top file-dresser drawer, rummaged through it for a jock and a wife-beater, then took them, along with her oversized tote bag, into Remy's studio.
Once hidden from her boy's sight, she put her seven-inch dildo through the opening in the strap-on harness and fastened it tightly around her ass and crotch. Next, she got into her boy-drag -- she stepped into Remy's jock, adjusting the pouch so the dildo angled off to the side, lewdly visible under the stretched-thin mesh, and slipped the loose wife-beater over her thin upper body.
Wren used the hand mirror Remy had lying on his work table to make sure everything looked as sexy as possible on her.
She pushed all her hair up under her Packers cap, and put the cap back on backwards, to look as much like a boy as she could.
She spotted a light-brown pastel lying among the drawing supplies on the studio's work-table. Using the hand-mirror, she gave herself sideburns, a chinstache, and a faint line of fuzz over her lip.
Remy, meanwhile, had taken some time choosing a record. He finally decided just to flip over the record that was on the turntable -- BEAR'S CHOICE, one of his top-five favorite Dead albums. The acoustic side had played while they'd watched porn and smoked, and Wren seemed to like it -- if she was planning on some seriously raw anal, Remy could think of no better soundtrack than the album's other side, two extended tracks of greasy, low-down, Pig Pen blues.
He figured they should also do a few more bong-rips before they fucked, his dick pinging now in anticipation.
Wren called out from the studio-space that she adored the music, about fifteen seconds into "Smokestack Lightning." Remy yelled back that he thought she would as he ground up more indica bud.
When Wren finally strode back into the main space of Remy's bohemian garret, her boy was kneeling, back to her, doggy-style, elbows on the coffee table, packing another bowl.
Wren had to stop for a while and just stare at the erotic banquet that was Remy, naked, from behind -- the hard, sculpted-ivory muscles of his shoulders and back; his strong, solid thighs and bulging calves; and, looking most luscious, the round, firm globes of his smooth, muscular ass, tempting her like two ripe, juicy melons.
Wren visualized herself, a few minutes from now, holding those hard-sculpted cheeks, aiming her dildo at that tempting pink pucker, shyly winking out at her now from Remy's smooth, hairless crack. And then, when she fucked him, there'd be the awesome sight of that long, thick cock, dangling down under his sexy jock ass, those big plum-sized balls sitting astride the shaft's meaty girth, bouncing and jostling as she pounded his hole.
Wren started to swoon with lust. No wonder, she thought, so many sexy boys had already fucked that ass -- it was the most beautiful, arousing sight in the world. The way she felt right now, Remy's ass was way more alluring than anything a girl could offer.
When Remy turned his head around, after hearing Wren make a loud, rough, growly noise from midway across the room, he let out a "Holy fuck!" and then howled in delighted amazement.
Standing next to his floor mattress, with a look of pure carnal desire on her face, was Wren, wearing one of Remy's own jockstraps (he recognized immediately), with a huge dildo hard-on tenting out the pouch.
Without a doubt, Remy realized -- sexually, romantically, intellectually, emotionally, aesthetically, existentially -- Wren was his destined soul-mate.
She proceeded to growl at him in the phoniest fake-boy voice ever.
"Get that sweet, jock-boy muscle-ass over here, stud. I gots ta plow that tight little jock pussy of yours."
Remy, stoned and stupified, finally stopped laughing.
"Oh hell yes! Unreal! Who the hell are you, stud? You're so fuckin' hot, bro!"
"Name's Renny, pussy-boy -- Renny Dancer. I been hearin' you got the hottest, tightest, white-boy jock-ass at No Hope. So you knows I just gots ta tap that shit!"
Remy just about jumped onto bed in one bound and got on all fours, wiggling his firm, hard ass at 'Renny'. He understood now that Wren would never stop surprising him, never stop giving him the most amazingly satisfying sex imaginable. His life had been changed miraculously, momentously.
They were a front-car roller-coaster couple now, strapped in together til the end of the ride.
Wren sauntered to the bed, proudly stroking the seven-inch dildo which she'd fished out from under the mesh pouch of her jock.
"Damn, son! Check it out! See how fucking hard I am for you, pussy-boy? I just love fucking tight jock ass with this big-ass dick."
"And I just love a hot fucker like you tearing me a new asshole with his big stud-cock, bro!"
Wren played her dildo across Remy's lips. He lapped at it deliriously, pulling his lips off for a second to let a thick gob of spit trail over it, then started taking it further and further down.
Wren kept up her role-playing.
"Hell yeah! Hot, sexy pussy-boy like you be lovin' a big-ass dick like this! You want this cock, hot boy? You want me to fuck your tight little boy-cunt with my big-ass dick?"
Remy gulped out the silicon dick for a second to hoarsely cry his assent.
"Oh hell yes! Fuck me with that big-ass dick, bro! Damn, Renny, you're the hottest fucking dude I've ever seen!"
"Damn! I gots me frisky fuckin' jock-slut! Hottie can't wait to feel this big-ass dick in his sweet little muscle-ass. Gots ta get you ready first, slut. Make sure you can feel e'ery incha this big-ass dick."
Wren proceeded to give Remy one of the best rimmings he'd ever had. So sloppy and luscious was her tonguing, that most all her pastel facial hair washed off almost immediately.
She luxuriated in Remy's smooth, muscular ass, eating it as she would Njeri's pussy, lavishing wet, sloppy love on his hole -- glazing it over; grabbing precum off Remy's oozing dick to help lube it; fingering him with crossed fingers; easing his hole open with her thumbs; alternating tongue-fucking and finger-fucking in rapid-fire succession; kissing it; letting spit slurp on it -- loving the beautifully crooned, breathless pleasure-moans coming from her boy, begging her to fuck him.
Her boy adored anal, and she wanted to pleasure her boy.
Wren was a bit afraid, though, only having tried pegging a handful of times with Njeri and Lavender. She didn't want to hurt Remy, but he seemed desperate for a serious pounding, and the thought of plowing his ass was indescribably hot to her. She couldn't even stop to think about channeling her desire to Remy right now, she was too enraptured herself.
Wren got back in character to steady her nerves.
"Fuck yeah! Such a hot fuckin' pussy-boy! Never fucked a jock-boy hot as you!"
"Hell yeah! Fuck my ass, dude! Make me feel it, bro!"
"You wanna feel this big-ass dick wrecking your tight little boy-hole?"
She drizzled lube on the dildo and eased the tip of it into Remy's ass.
"Fuck yeah! Pound me, bro! Feed me that big dick!"
Wren couldn't believe how hot this was, using her hips to slide a dildo into her boy's ass, fucking him the way he loved boys fucking him, listening to his panting squeals of delight, reducing him to a greedy, cock-crazed slut.
"How you like this big-ass dick, son?"
"Fucking love it, bro! Bury it in my boy-pussy! Fucking rail me, Renny! Bring it!"
Inch after inch of silicone cock oozed into his tight, greedy hole. It was breath-taking, watching his ass just seem to gobble it up.
He's so damn vulnerable right now, Wren thought -- I fucking own his ass!
Wren trembled a bit, both with lust and apprehension. The power she felt over this strong, young boy was head-spinning.
She relaxed more fully into pure, unbridled pleasure, though, when Remy raised himself up, arched his back, then reached both hands behind her, clenching her ass, clasping her to him, urging her on further and harder.
"Fuck me, dude! Hard and deep! Fucking love your cock!"
She gasped as she watched the dildo's length sink all the way into Remy's ass. His hole is endlessly insatiable, she thought -- he's just like me!
Wren started grooving her hips, as the boys in porn did, fucking him, watching him excitedly become her submissive little bottom-boy. It was incredible!
She pumped him mercilessly with her strong young hips, absolutely loving being a boy, a queer boy, a boy fucking another boy. She could almost feel her fake cock's hardness pulsating through her loins.
Wren couldn't help breaking her persona by leaning forward to hug Remy and whisper in his ear.
"I love you so fucking much, Remy. I fucking you! And I adore fucking you! I adore everything Remy!"
He turned his head to kiss her, telling her she was the only person in the world for him. She kissed him back, then got back in character.
"How that big-ass dick feel in your tight little boy-pussy, hottie?"
"Feels so fuckin' good, bro! Breed me, dude! Wreck my ass!"
She started long-dicking him, slowly at first, still getting used to her power -- her power to fuck a boy, to own his ass. Soon, though, she was relishing the control, the way she had him at the mercy of her cock. Her cock was gliding in smooth and sexy now.
"Gonna really start tearing this ass up now, hottie!"
"Hell yeah, bro! Pound me, dawg! Fuck the shit out of me!"
Wren started jack-hammering him, working her hips the way she'd watched the hottest tops in gay porn do it, loving when Remy rammed his ass back onto her dick.
"So fucking good, Renny! Love your big-ass dick, dude!"
Speaking of dick -- Wren reached round in front, feeling for Remy's, loving to find he was fully hard.
"Such a fucking cock-slut! This big-ass dick o' mine got you hard as fuck!"
"Love that fucking cock! You throw such a hot fuck, dude! Keep pounding me, bro! Fuck the fucking cum right outta me!"
She was amazed, sawing the dildo back and forth in Remy's ass, at how fluid her hips were. She pulled all the way out, to tease him. He groaned instantly at the sudden emptiness.
The sight of his gaping ruby-pink hole, forming such a round, perfect `O,' transfixed Wren. This was the core of Remy -- his boy-depths -- she'd opened him all the way. He was fully revealed to her now, in his basic rawness.
She felt time stop at the sight, and the room start spinning. Wren might have blacked out if Remy hadn't started moaning for more cock, so she got back in character.
"Damn, son -- that tight little boy-pussy openin' wide as fuck for this horse-cock o' mine!"
Wren eased back into him, feeling like a total boy stud. She reached around with both hands, as her hips kept pumping, to play with her boy's nipples, twisting and tweaking the stone-hard little tips.
She was totally channeling her queer-boy self now, her hips throwing Remy a serious fuck while she drove him crazy with nipple-play. Remy loved it.
Wren pulled out again and ordered him to flip over on his back, which he did immediately, then she sunk back into him. Damn! She could do anything with her boy-cock!
As she railed him, she couldn't take her eyes off her gorgeous, hard-muscled boy-slut. Remy looked so beautiful lying there, his head seemingly veiled in a cloud of pot and lust, transported by the fucking she was giving him. She wanted to kiss him, but instead she reached for his hard, thick length and started jacking him while she kept pumping his ass. Remy moaned his delight.
"Aw fuck, bro! So damn good! Such a hot fuck, Renny! Take your wife-beater off, dude. Lemme see that hot fuckin' build on you, bro!"
Remy groaned as Wren slipped the over-sized undershirt off, without disturbing her cap so much as a micro-inch, revealing those ruby-red nipples he adored.
"Fuck, such a hot fucking body, Renny! So fuckin' sexy, bro!"
Wren swore she felt Remy's hard cock jump in her hands at the sight of her tits. She played with Remy's ball-sac, pulling on it and tickling it, while she jacked him, loving the look of his beautifully defined upper body and abs flexing and writhing as he worked his ass on her cock.
Suddenly, Wren felt his balls contract, so she knew he was close. She started some serious ass-slamming now. His gorgeous face was red and sweaty from his athletic exertions.
"Fuck, Renny! Gonna cum, dude!"
"Cum for me, bro! Gonna fuck the cum right out of you!"
One, two, three, four, five ropes of thick, white, hot boy-cream erupted from his straining hardness, landing on his chest and abs and even on her tits. Wren would never tire of watching him cum. Or any boy, probably. She couldn't wait to see Willy cum.
Wren pulled out, took off her strap-on, and curled herself onto Remy's chest, listening to his heart pound and his chest heave. Finally, he opened his eyes and took her in his arms.
"Don't ever leave me, Wren. Like never-ever. I'm begging you, angel. You are beyond amazing. Don't ever think I don't treasure you to the utmost."
"Oh my darling Lord, in your arms, I feel like some mousy little servant girl who's being carried off to Mt. Olympus by Apollo's way sexier younger brother."
"I feel like some dumb-ass high school jock who somehow managed to hook up with Aphrodite's non-binary daughter when she was drunk at some rave on Lesbos and couldn't see clearly, and then, for some strange, unknown reason, when she sobered up, she miraculously didn't kick his ass back to the curb in embarrassment, but instead decided to have pity on him, and taught him all the deepest love-mysteries and sex-secrets."
They needed a breather. They drifted back to the couches. Wren poured them more wine, and Remy cashed what was left in his pipe. He ground some more bud and refilled it, sparking it for them so they could hit on it while they checked their phones.
They'd each missed texts. Njeri had texted Wren several times, wondering how things had gone with her and Remy, explaining how she had begged Willy at Teen Town to come to take Wren's ticket to the dance, so her girl could hook up with Remy. She added how Willy had flaked on them at the performance -- two hot college boys started flirting with him during intermission, and the the three of them left together.
--LOL! Willy gay AF!
Wren thrilled when she read that, thinking of the times ahead when Willy would be there with them like this, watching Remy and Willy together, and getting with Willy herself.
Willy, speaking of whom, had texted Remy, explaining to his bro why he'd taken off earlier, basically repeating what Njeri texted to Wren, how it was all Njeri's plan to get him and Wren to hook up. Willy said he knew how hot Remy was for Wren, and when Njeri told him how hot she was for Remy, he figured Remy would be happy he'd ghosted him. He added that he was sorry they missed out on their sleep-over, but that they'd be hooking up all the time now.
Reading that last line sent a strong, pleasant surge through Remy's cock -- thinking, too, about times when Wren would be joining him and his bro.
An even stronger lust-surge hardened Remy when he read the text Willy sent right after that one, telling Remy about the two college boys he'd hooked up with that afternoon -- two gorgeous, beautifully built dance students (one white, one black, both hot) who shared a house with some other dance and theatre students a few doors down from the Warlock.
--Be right where you took us runnin this mornin, bro! Cool as fuck over there, Rem. Naked sexy college boys all over. They say they gonna invite me back. Told em I bringin my hot bro -- that be you, dawg!!! These boys hot AF!
Remy's jealousy for his bro -- scoring the first Warwick Street hook-up -- instantly dissolved into scenes of him and Willy starting to cruise the gay scene on Warwick, now that his boy had broken the ice.
Trey had also texted Remy, confirming he'd be over at noon tomorrow to watch the Vikings game.
--Be missing my boy, Rem. Can't wait!
Remy got an idea, which he floated past Wren.
"What time did you tell your aunt and uncle you'd be home by, tomorrow, Wren? I mean, you wanna stay and hang out for a while tomorrow, til Trey comes, and watch a little of the game with us? My girlfriend and my boy-crush together? I mean, holy fuck, I can't imagine a hotter threesome."
Then he got sappy, but he coldn't help it.
"And let's face it, I'm also asking you to stay longer tomorrow because I just don't want you to leave. Like ever. You're fucking thrilling, Wren. I've been around seriously hot dudes and had the most amazing sex with them, but I've never really been thrilled before. Endlessly and everywhere. You fucking thrill me, Wren."
Wren's power just seemed to radiate through her. Fuck yes did she want to be with Remy and Trey, who was beyond beautiful. She loved watching Remy and Trey kiss and make-out together at school.
"I'd love to be with you and Trey tomorrow, darling. Sounds beyond heavenly. Can I invite Njeri, too?"
"Oh hell yes! Fucking brilliant! Your girlfriend and my boyfriend and you and me? Absolutely superb! Plus, you realize -- right? -- that Trey fucking drools over Njeri."
"Seriously!?"
"Seriously. He said to me [Remy slips into an imitation of Trey's sexy Jamaican drawl], `Dat girl can rim, Remy, I'm a marry her!'"
Wren's delighted laughter rilled out of her.
"Jeri can rim! Insanely good! Wait 'til she rims you, Remy! Sheer carnal sublimity! Oh, this is so cool! Njeri is soooo into Trey, it's ridiculous -- like me into you! Totally ga-ga! Actually, a lot of girls at No Hope are -- you and Trey are like this year's must-have, hot boys, if you don't already know. You're like the two new, devastatingly hot, gay heart-throb characters introduced on the new season of ELITE!"
Remy didn't get that last reference, but figured it was a cool compliment. Wren went on.
"Seriously looking forward to tomorrow now, dude. I'm going to take a shitload of video. I think I'll invite Jer over early, for breakfast with us -- is that OK? So there can be a little time with just the three of us? I want her to get to know how amazing my boyfriend is."
Remy's dick pulsed at the thought. "Oh hell yes! She's, like, the second hottest girl I've ever seen."
Wren gave her polite boy a polite kiss.
"You're sweet, Remy, but Njeri is a zillion times hotter than me. She is like a severe-weather-warning, heat-front of hot. I think, actually, it'd be seriously cool if you and her had some time alone together tomorrow morning, to kind of get to know each other by yourselves, too."
Remy's eyes closed and he moaned softly at the thought, feeling his shaft ping and harden.
Wren could feel herself starting to get super-moist at the thought of a threesome with Njeri tomorrow, then a foursome with Trey.
She texted Njeri, who loved the plan -- ecstatic Trey would be there. She told Wren she'd be over around 9.
Wren popped off the couch, went back to the floor mattress, grabbed all her silver necklaces, and slipped them over her neck. She scampered over to Remy's studio-space, where her big tote bag lay, and fished out her silver dollar. Sex-magic time.
Wren returned to the couch and slid her nude body next to her naked young muscle-god. She clicked on her phone, scrolling through to find the video she wanted, then handed the phone to Remy, asking him to play it on his flat-screen. He fiddled a bit until there appeared on his large-screen TV a video Wren had taken of Njeri masturbating.
Remy gave out with a hushed, awed "Fuck!"
Wren saw there was a lot of pot left in the pipe so she did a huge hit, held it, and slowly let it out. She took another huge hit and passed the pipe to Remy.
Wren relaxed into Remy's arms and worked her already-engorged clit while she and Remy gazed at Njeri's smooth, naked, brown body, lounging seductively on Wren's bed, fingering her dark, meaty pussy lips.
Both she and Remy were super-stoned and super-horny -- perfect conditions for the magic to work. Wren kept fingering herself -- her boy-hole, too -- while she turned her head so she could lick and suck Remy's fully hard dick.
Onscreen, Njeri fondled her perfect breasts, pinching and pulling on her dark-chocolate nipples, spreading her legs wide to show her moist, pink pussy walls.
Remy was carried away.
"This is unreal hot, Wren. I'm, like, hard as fuck. Please send me this clip -- I mean, if it's cool with Njeri."
"Of course, darling!"
"This is some of the hottest porn I have ever seen. Njeri's, like, the hottest porn model ever."
Wren loved that video of Jeri. When she made it last year, she told her girlfriend exactly what she wanted the clip to be.
"Just keep playing with yourself! Over and over! Don't stop! I love seeing you play with your amazing tits and that gorgeous pussy!"
And so Njeri did, for like a half-hour, during which Jeri told Wren she came five times.
Remy watched, spell-bound, while the black girl endlessly pleasured herself. Njeri's smooth, long, gorgeous brown legs writhed in horniness. Fuck, Remy thought, even her toes were sexy.
Njeri massaged the inside of her thighs lusciously, and all Remy wanted to do, his dick rock-hard, was be between those thighs. He wanted his mouth, tongue, lips, face, fingers, and cock there -- he wanted to exist as fully as possible in Njeri's pussy.
Njeri went back to fingering her cunt -- playing with herself, then licking her fingers, then back to her pussy.
Remy's groans brought a sweet smile to Wren's lips. She was grooming Remy to be a total sub pussy-slave. She'd easily been able to get her boy utterly (and wonderfully!) enthralled to her own pussy, but Wren also had to make him a complete, on-demand, sex-slave pussy-boy, one who'd eat cunt and fuck pussy -- absolutely brilliantly -- whenever she asked him to.
It was important to Wren that her girls could enjoy Remy's amazing body and cock, to see what an absolute sex-god her boy was.
Wren was pretty certain she already had that control -- that Remy would eagerly agree to whatever sort of sex Wren desired, with whomever she chose -- as part of her original enchantment of him, but it never hurt to make sure, and it would be ridiculously easy.
Wren clasped the silver dollar tightly in her hand and then took off her silver chains and played them over Remy's hard, dripping cock -- gently at first, letting them drape teasingly over his dick and balls, then really getting into some cock-play. She loved hearing Remy's helpless pleasure-moans.
Remy savored the sensuous feel of Wren's jewelry against his hardness as he watched Njeri pleasure herself. He left out another `Fuck!" as the screen showed a large close-up of Njeri's pink and brown and dark purple-brown cunt.
Wren's fingers were coated now with her juices. Still playing her silver chains all over his cock, she brought her sticky fingers to Remy's lips.
Dazed and transported by watching the gorgeous black girl, hard as fuck and wishing she were here with them right now, realizing he desperately craved ever-more, ever-hotter sex with Wren and every other hot girl at school, Remy eagerly sucked Wren's fingers as if he were lavishing excited oral a boy's cock.
"Fuck, you taste incredible, Bird. I can't wait to eat Njeri out. Damn, Wren, I'm fucking addicted to pussy now!"
"Pussy's so luscious, Remy! Look, honey! Look at Njeri's pussy! She's so damn wet! Wait `til you taste her, darling! Divinely delicious! I can eat Jeri out for hours!"
Wren got her fingers thick with more pussy-juice, which Remy immediately licked clean, hungry for more. The glazed black-girl pussy onscreen looked like some luscious food-porn in a gourmet magazine.
"Damn, I wish Njeri were here now! I'd fucking love to eat that juicy pussy of hers out, then fuck that insanely beautiful cunt! This is the sexiest damn video, Wren -- I'm so fucking hard! And then, while I was fucking Njeri, I could be eating your luscious pussy! Aw fuck, Wren -- girl-sex! Fucking girl-sex!"
Wren gently pushed away the hand Remy was using to jack his cock. She took her five silver chains (five was the number of the pentagram) and deftly tied them tightly around the base of Remy's cock and balls, improvising a very effective cock-ring.
"Fuck, Wren! That feels incredible!"
Super-excited now, feeling the energy pulsate in her moist, dripping cunt, savoring it, channeling it to Remy, she softly intoned the charm-word.
`Domini.'
Wren got on her knees and turned her back to Remy, to tease him with his new object of his lust-worship.
She bent over, knowing he'd see a long, sexy strand of gooey pussy juice drip from her cunt lips. She caught it on her middle finger, pulled on it, stretched it, played with it, stretched it into two strands.
Remy groaned loud and hoarse.
"Oh my fucking God, Wren! Unreal hot! A girl's pussy is so fucking amazing! It's like -- am I worthy of this beauty? Does a girl understand that my utter hardness at her amazing beauty is telling her that my cock is hers? My entire sex is hers, to do with whatever the fuck she wants. I just wanna worship pussy now, like 24/7. With my entire body -- fingers, lips, cock, sucking, jacking, fucking, just bury my damn face in it."
Wren smiled to herself. Her tweaking of Remy's binding spell had worked perfectly -- she now had the lusty, virile, gorgeous, young, muscle-god pussy-slave she wanted. One she could pimp out to all her girls for their pussy-play.
She was suddenly faint with the need for cock (her new lust-idol).
"I'm so horny, Remy! Njeri's pussy, and all your talk about pussy. It's got me so hot!"
She used her middle finger to paint the gluey strands all over her pussy, coating her huge, hard clit with it. She traced her finger up to her boy-hole, circling it with her viscous juice, working it ever-deeper into her hole, coating it, lubing it with the thick glaze, working it over and over into her pucker until she was finger-fucking herself.
Remy was in a stoned, cock-hard, sex-bliss place he'd never been. It was like he'd finally arrived at the innermost secret sanctum of sex. The effect of seeing Njeri onscreen, her cunt huge and luscious and brown and pink and wet, and then Wren right there, backside white and pink and gooey and amazing -- his mind felt like warm liquid, like his brain was orgasming from the hotness.
Wren adored the beautifully confused look of lust-rapture on Remy's face.
You're mine, darling! So totally, wonderfully so. Time to fuck your boi, my glorious angel!
"Fuck me, Remy! Fuck my boy-hole while we watch Njeri finger her beautiful pussy. She keeps fingering and fingering herself in this video, it's so damn hot!"
Remy felt like he'd been slipped a roofie or something. He loved fucking holes. His mind was just a confusing whirl of girl-sex and boy-sex.
Mostly Wren-sex. All day long with Wren, his dick has been hard in ways he'd never felt before. It will never stop, he realized, and he never wanted it to. He needed girls right now -- this girl especially, but all girls -- in that deep, systemic, cell-level way he needed boys.
"Jesus Fuck, Wren! Njeri's pussy is so fucking luscious. Watching you and her finger yourselves with pussy juice is hot as fuck. Girls are so damn hot -- I just want to eat pussy and fuck super-hot girls like you and Njeri all the time now. Fuck yeah I wanna fuck this sweet, tight boi-hole you got. Your ass looks unreal sexy right now, Wren. Sexiest fucking boi I know."
"Fuck me, Remy! Fuck your boi! Pound my ass!"
He knelt beside Wren and dug his fingers into her hole, already slick from her saliva and juices. He pulled and prodded and stretched, loving the heady taste of ass on his fingers whenever he sucked them to get them wetter. Wren's constant gasps and pleasure-moans urged him on.
He dove in and tongued feverishly, with one eye keeping tabs on the gorgeous black girl fingering her wet pussy on-screen.
Suddenly Remy felt light-head again. A rush of erotic images danced through his brain -- fucking Wren's hole, fucking Njeri's pussy, eating both their pussies, rimming them, sucking their gorgeous tits, letting them suck his cock and finger him and rim him and fuck his ass. Trey joining us. Willy, too.
I'm going to be having the hottest fucking sex all the time now, Remy thought amazedly.
All summer long, before school had started, living alone with Ava, working on their new house, he'd been low-level pissed at his months-long dry-spell. Now he finds he's taken up residence in the Playboy Mansion.
Remy's stoned, Wren-eroticized mind seemed a whirling bi-sex carnival, because Wren was flooding him with her own outrageously hot lust-thoughts.
Remy's cock, as he rimmed his girl, was beyond hard. Precum wasn't just leaking from it -- it was steadily running, like a faucet left on. His cockhead stretched desperately out of his foreskin now, covered in wetness, his shaft a glazed, sticky mess.
Njeri's gorgeous black pussy, Wren's sexy white ass -- Remy was doped-up on girl-parts.
He plunged his fully, naturally lubed cock into Wren's hole. It glided in, greased slick from all his cock-honey. She softly cried out in pleasure.
"Yes yes yes! Fuck your boi with that big-ass dick!"
His eyes, as he slid in and out of that wonderfully warm tightness, were glued to Njeri. The gorl's sexy, shapely, slender brown hands slapped her pussy, then fingered it, licked her fingers, then plunged her hand back in, moaning in ecstasy, tweaking her insanely beautiful, dark-brown nipples.
All the while he watched, Remy pleasured himself in the ass of the girl he loved more than he ever thought he could love anyone. His fucking grew harder and harder as Wren begged for it.
Remy reached a hand round to play with Wren's tits while he pounded her, and Njeri played with her tits on the flat-screen.
Remy couldn't tear his gaze away as Njeri's long brown legs crossed and uncrossed. Jesus Fuck! He willed his cock harder, to show Njeri how absolutely gorgeous she was. When he had the chance tomorrow, he would serve the beautiful girl as powerfully as he could.
Remy could literally feel the fire that must be raging in Njeri's cunt, so fully senstized he was now to a girl's sexuality.
The heat he knew that was raging in Njeri's cunt was the same fire burning in his loins. God, he wanted to fuck Jeri so hard! As hard as he was drilling his goddess's ass. Aw fuck! Fucking girls -- fucking both these girls -- here in his bed -- fucking railing them --
"I'm cumming, Wren! Fuck! So hot!"
"Cum in me, Remy!"
Wren played the silver dollar feverishly against her clit, then reached behind and played it up and down Remy's ass.
Wren was finally having the sex she'd dreamed about in her bedroom, alone, the past two years, fingering herself. She felt swept away on a torrential flood of lust -- she'd doubled her own desire by channeling it through Remy, then being able to savor the erotic ecstasy she'd caused in him.
She felt the rush of her climax, and in no time, the two lovers came together.
Afterwards, with the Njeri clip over and the two lovers spent, Wren nuzzled against her gorgeous naked boy and sweetly asked a favor.
"Remy, love, can we take a bath together in that lovely old bathtub on the second floor? And before you respond, I should tell you I think I could conceivably expire if we couldn't."
Remy laughed.
"Of course my gorgeous Bird needs her bird-bath. Lemme do a note to tape on the bathroom door for Ava or Sin, so they'll know we're in there."
Remy headed to his studio-alcove, where he sat at his work table, grabbed a sheet from his stack of drawing paper, and got to work on his sign for the door.
Wren thought he was just going to jot down a quick note, so rather than bug Remy by trailing after him like a little lap-dog (which was exactly what she wanted to do), she remained on the couch, lying back, softly stroking herself, exulting in this best day ever, the start of their wonderful life.
It seemed like it was taking Remy a long while to write a simple `Do Not Disturb' note, so she drifted over to his studio to see what was up.
Wren leaned over her lover's shoulder, to look at what he was writing, and started squealing and giggling.
Remy's `note' was actually a beautiful ink sketch, to which he was now adding water color touches. The drawing pictured uncanny cartoon likenesses of the two teens, naked from the waist up, lying back in a claw-foot tub, enjoying a bubble-bath together.
In his sketch, Wren was leaning against Remy's chest, looking starry-eyed happy, her head turned to kiss Remy, who had one of his hands reaching around, fondling one of Wren's juicy-red nipples. The other nipple just sat there, dotted on Wren's chest, all big and tempting and luscious, rendered beautifully. Remy's other hand in the drawing was under the bubble-covered surface, clearly playing with Wren's pussy.
Beneath the drawing was a caption -- "WARNING! We're taking a bath!!!"
Wren begged for a copy.
"Remy, my creative Lord, can you please please please scan that gorgeous drawing and send it to me? It'll come out better that way than if I just take a phone pic."
Remy laughed, flattered Wren loved his little cartoon, and told her of course.
The two young lovers made out a bit in Remy's studio, while waiting for the water color to dry before they put it on the glass of scanner, Wren sitting on Remy's lap while he stayed seated at his work-table.
When the paint had fully dried, Remy did the scan to his laptop. Wren took over and sent a copy of the original scan to herself, then used Remy's graphics program to do a version which cropped out everything but the part of the painting that showed her and Remy, from the waist up, above the bubbly surface, kissing. She loved how succulent Remy painted her nipples.
As soon as she had it cropped the way she wanted, she logged onto her social media account and made it her new profile photo.
When she was finished, Wren rested against the work-table, studying again the amazing way Remy had wallpapered his room -- a bunch of his sketches and paintings of nude black boys, tacked up all over, hung against a field of hundreds of full-frontal male nudes ripped out of vintage gay porn magazines and pasted over the faded wallpaper that used to cover the wall. It was outrageously gorgeous -- a solid field of naked cock and muscle, a lot of it Remy's own brilliantly sensual work.
He'd even included lots of the glossy front and back covers from those stroke books, all featuring super-sexy, big-dicked cover boys, blazoned with the magazine's suitably lurid title -- HONCHO or RAMROD or BLACK INCHES. It was sublime decor, at once crudely erotic and elegantly aesthetic.
"Remy, I absolutely adore the way you decorated your studio. Please can I get some pictures of you standing in front of your wallpaper? I want a photo of all those tiny, gorgeous, naked boys surrounding my big, beautiful, utterly gorgeous naked boy!"
Remy was always happy to pose, so Wren got the lighting right, then started snapping away.
After about fifty photos, with Remy posed against various sections of wallpaper, Wren had maybe twenty she thought were perfect. She knew just what she was going to do, when she had a chance to pore over the pics later -- she'd pick the best photo, have it blown up to poster size, get it framed, and hang it in her bathroom.
"Now, darling, can I also get just a teensy bit of footage of you jacking off in front of your wall of naked boys?"
Remy didn't need to be asked twice -- he was so horny, he got hard almost immediately and came a few minutes later.
When they finished, she almost hated to leave Remy's wonderful little studio space. It was a perfect place to be naked with Remy, late at night like this.
"Remy, darling, will you help me do my dressing room at home like this some day? I don't have much wall space in there, but I'd love it to be all full of naked boys, along with beautiful nude drawings. This is just the most beautiful space I've ever been in -- it feels like a sacred temple of phallic worship. I'd love a space of all boys and cocks like this."
"Hell yeah! That'll be totally hot. I had a blast decorating this space over the summer. I was hard as fuck the whole time! I've got tons more sketchbooks full of nude boys we can use, plus tons of stuff left over from those porn mags. And there's all your amazing drawings of big-dicked elves and demons and monsters we could use, too. It'll look hot as fuck."
Wren sighed. She could roam and frolic over every inch of the amazing cloud she was living on now with Remy, and she'd never fall off, or even get near an edge. It was wonderful.
"Oh Remy, I'm feeling so deliciously sexy now, thinking about you and I wallpapering my dressing room, getting it to look this awesome! Full of hot, naked boys, muscle and cock and boy-beauty everywhere! Let's be naked when we do it, OK? And keep taking breaks to suck and fuck and finger each other while we work? Maybe it'll take us a whole weekend, and you can sleep over and make us amazing things to eat! And we can stay naked together at my house, pasting up pictures of big-dicked hot boys all weekend, taking long, sexy breaks in bed!"
Remy was hard as a rock.
"Fuck, Wren -- I just wanna be naked and sexy with you all the time! Damn, Bird, I would say -- before I met you? -- I lived my life at like, say, at an average speed of like 38 miles per hour. Sometimes way faster, of course, but lots of times way slower. Yeah, probably 38 or maybe 40, 41. But now? With you? Like the slowest speed, when you and I are together, is probably like 75 or 80. Mostly it's easily over a 100. Right now? My cock says it's like 150.
"I'm so fucking hard for you, Wren, like all the time. How the fucking fuck did I find you? How the hell did I get to be with you? You're like the sexiest, rarest, most beautiful creature ever to grace the earth. So yeah, sure, help paper your dressing room with gay porn? And suck and fuck our way through it? I think I can fit that in, like, any fucking time you want. Absolutely. Just tell me when, and I'm there."
Wren gave him a big hug, loving the feeling of his huge, massive, jutting, rock-hard cock pressed against her naked thigh.
"At some point I want to get a video of me sucking you off here in the sacred phallic-temple, surrounded by all these scrumptious boys and their amazing cocks, but that'll be fun for another day. Now, Remy, let's have our bath -- and see if we can live up to your sexy painting of us."
To get the bathroom ready, Wren ran downstairs and brought up the candles from the dinner table. She placed them around the base of the tub and lit them. Then she brought some incense down from Remy's room.
Remy meanwhile had taped up his "WARNING!" cartoon and had drawn them a bubble bath.
When everything was ready, Remy slid into the suds-filled tub. Wren took a bunch of photos, of course, then she slipped in and lay back against his muscular, hard-carved chest.
Of course Remy couldn't keep his hands off her sleek, sexy chest and over-sized nipples -- he re-enacted his drawing almost at once.
One hand, of course, was drawn to her pussy. Wren sighed luxuriously.
She sprawled against her boy. The water softly lapped her and echoed off the tiles as she moved in the tub. She reached underwater and positioned Remy's cock, wriggling her hips, working her ass against his huge hardness. She clenched tightly on his hand, urging him to really wreck clit.
When Remy knew Wren was on the verge of cumming -- he'd gotten really good at figuring out the rhythm of her breathy pants and gasps -- he raised her body up, careful not to slosh water over the sides of the tub.
Wren stood in the tub facing him, his gorgeous young goddess-girl's body dotted and flecked with suds, looking like Aphrodite's daughter rising from the sea-foam. Remy knelt in front of her, worshipping his fairy queen, and began eating her out while he fingered her boy-hole.
Wren's sigh was like a soft, hypnotic piece of drone-music recorded on the altar of some huge medieval cathedral.
After she'd cum twice, her whispery harsh shrieks sounding even louder than usual, bounced off the echoing tiles, they settled themselves back in the deep, clawfoot tub.
Wren deftly eased Remy's hard, jutting thickness into her ass. She faced one way for a while as she rode him, then another, vigorously churning up the sudsy bathwater, fingering her clit as she fucked, until she got off twice.
Remy was still hard, of course, so Wren had him stand so she could suck his cock, loving that she could taste her ass on him. His wet, hard-carved muscle looked glorious in the soft candle-light.
All day long, during her time at Remy's house, Wren had been sending photos and texts to her aunt and uncle, letting them get a sense of how rapturously her first day with a boy was going. Pictures of her beautiful lover from the waist up, pictures of Remy's bedroom, pics of Remy cooking, the four of them at dinner, Remy and Wren toasting each other with Dexter's champagne, close-ups of her plate, to show how delicious the food looked -- the Damsons had loved everything she'd sent them, overjoyed at seeing their sad, sweet, little girl apparently metamorphosed and suddenly loving life.
So there, in the bathroom, hoping it wasn't too late, Wren sent yet another text.
--Getting ready for bed, you darlings! After the BEST DAY EVER!!!! We just took an AMAZING candle-lit bubble bath together!!!!
For bath pics, she sent photos of their post-sex horse-play, decorating each other's bodies with bubble-bath foam -- Wren giving Remy devil horns and a long nose and chin; Remy giving Wren a huge bubble-head afro and a foam bra and panties.
Dexter was still up, sipping scotch and playing Bill Evans compositions on the piano, when Wren's bath-time text came. The pictures, he thought, were both childishly joyful and innocent, as well as intensely erotic.
`This is Venus insisting,' Dexter thought to himself, thanking the gods for his darling girl's sudden happiness.
Wren also posted her photos of their bubble-bath fun to social media, noticing as she did that her new profile picture had already received lots of likes and comments.
The one Wren liked best was from Zuri Jefferson, one of the `Queen Bee' 4th-year black girls, complimenting Wren on her fast work snagging the hot new white boy at school, the boy all the black girls were crazy about, even confessing that she'd been planning to seduce Remy herself before Wren beat her to it.
Wren debated whether or not to show Zuri's comment to Remy, deciding to keep it to herself for now.