Original Sin: On Demand 5.0

Author's Note: I often get comments from readers through my direct e-mail listed in my Literotica Profile. Of late, more are coming from readers making special requests, asking that I write an original story entirely around their fantasies, most involving interracial sex. The first reader-inspired story was Original Sin: On Demand 1.0 and 2.0, involving a Black gang bang and impregnation, lesbian sex, and mother-son incest. It has already been published.

What I am offering today, is the third in a series inspired by the fantasies of another reader, an older white married gentleman, who I call Malcolm. Malcolm loves his wife, but their's has been a sexless marriage for many years. Quietly alone, Malcolm enjoys porn online, but he still hungers for a human connection. Online porn had allowed him to explore, and though straight for a lifetime, he is thinks of himself as bisexual but had yet to actually be with a man. In this series he is well past that point now, literally rocking the boat with a young Black man named River, their lives changed forever.

Your note not only inspired me Malcolm, it has turned into a very hot ongoing series. Original Sin: On Demand 3.0 and 4.0 have both been published, and here is 5.0 with more to come. Again, this is all for you Malcolm!

Original Sin: On Remand 5.0

The Duet Continues, Guess who's coming to Dinner?

With River off to work, Malcolm tided-up Godot, and headed to the car with George. Seeing his Audi Avant, with the St. Francis burgee sticker in the back window, made him smile, he wasn't even a member anymore. That burgee, also still flown on Godot, brought back San Francisco memories, but nothing was as sweet as his thoughts and hopes for his immediate future with River. His gear loaded in the Avant, he actually wanted to share part of that future with his wife Margaret, so he pushed the button on his iPhone.

"Well hi honey!" Margaret answered on the second ring. "Surprised to hear from you, though I had planned to call tonight. Are you okay?"

"I'm great, had a good day on Godot with George, just now heading home!" Malcolm answered. "How's everything there, and when are you two heading home?"

"It's been a wonderful visit!" Margaret answered. "I'm out on a walk with Veronica, and we're talking about heading home tomorrow, mostly to avoid weekend airplane crowds."

"Perfect, I look forward to seeing you both!" Malcolm answered. "George and I met an amazing young Marine Engineer today, doing a survey of that big Stephen's we always see at the end of our dock. He knew Godot, and knows more about the classics than I do. A smart and successful kid who also runs an amazing business taking care of boats in marinas around the Bay Area. He's based in Sausalito, but has a lot of business on the Strait. We got to talking boats, I had a look at the Stephens inside, loved it, and invited him to look over Godot. A great day, super interesting kid, I'd like you to meet him!"

"Invite him for dinner sometime!" Margaret responded, graciously as expected. "Love to meet him."

"I want him to take care of Godot, handle everything, haul-outs and routine maintenance." Malcom added enthusiastically. "He's a find, you'll remember that Luxemotor Dutch Canal Barge that with all the flower pots around it just down the dock from where we used to keep Godot in Sausalito, he bought it and did a complete restoration. It's now his home and office in Sausalito, can't wait to see what he's done to it, but with a lot of business all the way down here, he rents a tiny place on the dock and crashes there a few nights a week to avoid the long drive back and forth."

"I remember it well, some hippie gal owned it!" Margaret answered. "What a coincidence, if restored, that's quite a spot for a Marine Engineer to show off!"

"I felt the same," Malcolm added. "But at this end, I saw an opportunity, and offered a trade to him, if you approve. Let him make our guest room his Eastern home, a few nights a week, in trade for taking care of Godot. I'd love having that off my back, and I think you'll find him to be great company, he's young, but so thoughtful and accomplished. A Berkeley grad, and a four year tour around the world as a marine engineering hotshot in the Navy. Let's test the water's with a dinner. His name is River, River Oakley, you can Google him. When I get home I'm going to look at his website and see what he's done to that Luxemotor!"

"I will have a look, I'm curious, what an interesting day you've had!" Margaret said. "Call him and see if Friday night will work, can I invite Veronica? Sounds pretty special. I'm on speaker and she's interested. How old is River?"

"Hi Veronica, of course you're welcome!" Malcolm answered. "Age, I'm not sure exactly, but I'd guess about thirty. He's had an amazing life, he was born in Connecticut, to a white mom while she was at Yale, and Black father that he has never known. So he grew up in Berkeley where she was became prof, a Black kid in a very white world, sailing little dinghy's and then racing Bear Boats. I used to watch those Bear Boat races from years ago, a very competitive single class boat. Then River was both a swimmer and miler at Berkeley, obviously an incredibly driven student, after graduating he must have been one of the youngest people ever to pass the licensing to be a Marine Engineer and Surveyor. The Navy wanted that talent and he signed up as a Commissioned Officer, and traveled the world. Incredibly talented and bright, but being a bi-racial Black, he's always felt alone and isolated, sort of out of place, I think."

"What a story!" Margaret offered. "Amazing!"

Malcolm was being very careful here, but continued. "Still he's built quite a business since finishing his four years with the Navy, and totally focused on that. We talked for a couple of hours today, he seems happily upbeat about the business and life, but I felt his loneliness. When he offered to take care of Godot, such a sensitive young man, probably thinking I was too old to be working so hard. Maybe I am, but I immediately saw a trade for the guest room as a win-win. I admit, his life story made me feel somewhat fatherly toward him!"

"Goodness, what a special person!" Margaret responded. "I understand your feelings, and I like him already. Let's make the Friday dinner special!"

"I agree totally!" Veronica chimed in. "It's obvious River has really touched you, he does sound amazing!"

That call covered more territory than Malcolm had planned, but he felt both emotional, and optimistic about it. Once home and gear stowed, a quick walk with George and he climbed into a hot bath, all thoughts turning to River. In the bath, he texted River his home address, and tired as he was, that simple act made his cock rock hard again. "Old man, my foot," he thought to himself. Almost instantly, River texted back saying that he'd be there at four, two hours away, so knowing that the refrigerator was full of ready to reheat gourmet edibles, he relaxed in the tub for a good while full of thoughts of River.

In good time, Malcolm felt rejuvenated, donned his signature white Turkish bathrobe, full of excitement and getting things ready for River. Fifteen minutes to four, he ran a another bath, laid out a tray with a fresh joint, and another identical bathrobe for River. Malcolm and Margaret's five acre property was a rarity in Walnut Creek these days, they had bought the property thirty years earlier, it was now a landscaped shangri-la surrounding their sumptuous four bedroom home quite able to handle any number of guests. The guest room that he planned for River, was really a full suite with its own bath and dressing room, he hoped and expected it would feel welcoming to River. His cars and motorcycles were parked in the garage out of sight, but any guest would drive up through the estate and park in front. Malcolm heard a car driving up and stepped out the massive front door, in his bathrobe, it was totally private up there, and he greeted River smiling broadly.

River was in a bright yellow Land Rover Defender, first of the new design Malcolm had seen and it interested him, another point of taste in common. Out stepped River, wearing his white ball cap, emblazoned with NAVY in blue, looking quite fresh after his shower at the dock. The two embraced.

"Welcome River," Malcolm said shaking his head in disbelief. "You are real, I need to pinch myself. You are real, and you are here. You know, I had a Land Rover 88, last of the original tropical roof design shipped over in nineteen seventy-four. This is a beauty, what a statement piece for your business, and a perfect contrast with your black hulled Luxemotor. I love it, thank you for today, and thank you for coming." Malcolm's words were sincere, he felt lucky, and he did need to pinch himself.

"Thank you Malcolm!" River responded. "The Defender is new, and I felt I deserved it. But my God, this is an estate, how many acres? I would never have expected such a spread, the grounds and the house are just stunning!"

"It's only five acres," Malcolm responded. "But even thirty years ago when we bought the property, it was rare to be able to feel this secluded, of course then there was thirty years since, constantly developing and maturing the landscaping. The house now is almost entirely new. About the Land Rover, you bet you deserved it, but come on in, your bath is ready and waiting!"

The two embraced again, River grabbed his bag carrying a change of clothes for the morning, and entered Malcolm's world. A world that suddenly felt perfect to Malcolm, because his life now included River. Malcolm had been so down, so lonely, he often failed to appreciate the world he had created. That changed that day. Thank you River. George felt the same, offered a quick hello, also happy to see River again, and trotted ahead of the two.

"A quick cooks tour, and you can get out of those clothes!" Malcolm ordered lovingly. "I've got a bathrobe for you, let me show you the guest room, you can toss your clothes and your bag there. I never said it before, but I love the NAVY cap, and I do thank you for your service!" Laughing, he had to add. "And for the service you'll be giving me this evening!"

The tour was quick, knowing that Friday night Margaret would make it a grand tour, River was already overwhelmed, the guest room was twice the size of his Sausalito Luxemotor home. Clothes shed, River slide into the hot bubble bath, and let out a happy but exhausted moan. It had already been a big day, in so many ways. Malcolm lit the joint, took a hit, and held it to River's mouth as he leaned back in the tub and began to actually feel at home.

"You look so delicious!" Malcolm whispered, on his knees, leaning forward to kiss that face. "I had a surprisingly long talk with Margaret today, while she was out on a walk in Pennsylvania with her girlfriend, and maybe lover, Veronica. They are both wonderful. I shared a lot about you, minus that we are lovers, that is permanently our secret. You are officially invited here for dinner with your new family Friday night. Veronica wants to meet you too, she makes my cock hard, it will be an interesting evening and you can expect to stay over in your new suite."

"Wow! That's sounds great, what did you tell them?" River asked, drooping down to get his head and hair under the water, loving the suds. "What level of dress will be expected? I aim to please you, and live up to the expectation that I know they will have of me from your story. Fill me in, please!"

"I gave them the long biographical view of the great young man you are!" Malcolm said confidently. "Minus anything even hinting at the sexual component. They know I think the world of you, even that I feel fatherly toward you, but trust me they cannot even imagine that we could be lovers. The two girls, they are gorgeous, will dress up, no doubt about it, that's who they are. For you, something like a blue blazer, khakis, and Topsiders, would be perfect. I love that NAVY ball cap, but that's an aside. I'll be similarly casual." Malcolm stooped, stroked, and messed up River's wet hair. "You know, seeing your hair wet, will it curl? I just had an image of you with short dreds, have you ever tried it?" The two kissed again, and River's Black cock popped through the white suds.

"Dad, I need another hit!" River exclaimed. "Your words and acts of affection made me hard, and that's after the day we've already had. I can't keep it down. And yes, I have played with hair options, Black cultural stuff, but always backed off to be professional and accepted in the white world. If it makes your cock hard, I'm all in!"

"My cock is hard, everything about you makes my cock hard son!" Malcolm responded. "I love you as you are, and was just loving your hair, a dad toying around with his son. Dreds might be fun, everything between us is fun, man-fun. That conversation with Margaret and Veronica, renewed my interest in what those two are really up to, a lesbian affair seems likely, but Veronica is so comfortable with me, I wonder, and am thinking about making a play for that cutie!" Malcolm was handling River's cock and balls under the suds, while this conversation continued.

"Dad, I am about to explode!" River warned. "This talk about your wife and her friend, is exciting. Do you really think that you may go after Veronica? On Friday night?" God I hope I can see you in action, there's so much I can learn from you!"

"I think anything is possible River," Malcolm answered, squeezing his cock to hold him back, while pulling the plug on the bath. "I can imagine that Margaret may fawn all over you, as I said before. Who knows where that will go, and if you feel it, take it. They are both beautiful, fit, petite women. Hollywood types, others have said Margaret looks like Sharon Stone, and they are exactly the same age. Both are younger than me. If they are lesbian, they are 'lipstick lesbians,' always gussied-up, and both do have a torrid history with men. Margaret with me, until she wasn't, and Veronica only divorced her husband about five years back. Up to that moment, Margaret always told me they had a very sex-driven marriage. My best guess it that like you and me, they are really bisexual, and may have formed a special bond that doesn't preclude opportunistic-sex with men. I've felt that vibe from Veronica, you may feel it from Margaret. If you do, take the bitch for a fucking ride. Got it son?" The water was now out of the bath, just suds clinging to River's Black body, Malcolm now jacking his cock.

"Got it dad!" River was gasping, obviously ready to explode. "Oh Daddy, jack my cock, please jack me off, I need to come. Can I come please?"

"I hadn't planned this, but what a beautiful thing, a first--jacking off another man!" Malcolm was now caught up in the moment. "Let yourself go son, share your thoughts while I jack you off in the fucking tub. I want to see your come fly, God to be young, I used to love jacking off and shooting big loads. In the early years, I'd do facials, covering bitches in come. What a beautiful sight. Now I'm jacking my son's big Black cock, thinking about you fucking my wife, shooting come down her throat, shooting a load in her ass, giving her a facial! I bet she'd give it all up to you in a heartbeat. Margaret and Veronica may be doing what we're doing right now, jacking off together, or two women going sixty-nine, while fantasizing about going into new forbidden territory on Friday night. Who knows, as a fantasy it is red hot!"

"Here it comes dad!" River was panting, his body shaking in the tub, his pelvis pushing up against Malcolm's fist. "Jack me, I'm thinking about taking Margaret's ass, loading her up, making your wife scream for more!"

No more words, just animal sounds. River couldn't hold back any longer, his come flew straight up in the air with each of Malcolm's strokes, again and again, splashing down on his Black abs. River moaned and grunted, stream after stream, no man had ever jacked his cock. Malcolm had filled his head with a fantasy that felt like a reality, and maybe it would be, in any case Malcolm was jacking him into another new world. Through his glazed eyes, he saw Malcolm's white hand around his Black cock, jacking it hard and fast, in a blur. Working for come, like River had only done for himself, watching porn alone. The twenty-eight year old River, could not have loved his mentor more.

"My God son, what a load!" Malcolm said breathlessly, his own hard cock poking out of his bathrobe banging against the tub. "To jack you off, that was just beautiful, breathtaking. What a precious experience!"

Malcolm leaned over and the two kissed, they were lovers, kissing with man to man passion. Slowly River got to his feet in the tub, and Malcolm sprayed the suds and come off his body, his Black body glistening wet as his still hard cock continued to bounce up and down in the spray. Both laughed, the man-fun they had together, was both comfortable and priceless.

To be continued ...