So Pedro had this girl he wanted me to meet. Alana. She was 18, but her birthday was coming up, and in Newcrest, you had to be 19 to work in a strip club, which meant she was about to start dancing for him. But she came off as this cute, innocent little thing.

 

 

He said he wanted me to help break her in for life at Picante. Pedro had never led me wrong before when it came to girls, so I made sure to plan a stopover the next time I was meeting the publisher out east. It was worth it.

 

 

I know, I know, this was now my third time in the "wrong" kind of threesome, but for the record, my dick and Pedro's dick never touched the entire time.

 

Anyway, while I was in town, we went to watch this ceremony at the cemetery. Seems the government had bought up some space in the Newcrest Cemetery for putting to rest some of the war dead.

 

 

It was a solemn and respectful affair, but Pedro started talking to me about Newcrest history.

 

 

He said this town had started as nothing but grass and dirt only forty years ago, and now it was the cultural and economic center of the entire Southeast. He thought someone should write about the town's history before it was lost.

 

I told him, for the right price, I might know the man for the job.

 

 

He quoted a number he'd be willing to pay to get the project started.

 

 

And I thought it was a very fair number.

 

 

First, he said, I had to meet the three patriarchs of Newcrest. Vicente Lombardo, Cormac Galway, and Domnall Finn. They built this town from the ground up. I started taking notes.

 

"But have some fun while you're here," Pedro reminded me.

 

 

By that, he meant before I left town, I had a free blowjob waiting for me at Picante.

 

 

Everything was always sex with Pedro. Always.

 

Anyway, I promised I'd consider the project, but I needed to get away first, so I took a week of PTO and booked a trip to Komorebi. Kept working on my rock climbing.

 

 

And my skiing.

 

 

And I learned some local recipes to use at home.

 

 

Hung out with the locals.

 

 

And just enjoyed the solitude.

 

 

And I decided to swear off women for a while, so when I started getting pent up, I just jacked off in the space aged Japanese shower.

 

 

But my last night there, I may have been under the influence of some fine Asian plant matter.

 

 

And I decided to go trolling for pussy. Found out an old whore from way back who had given me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever experienced had moved back to the homeland. I decided to visit her.

 

 

Thing is, she made me cum like a champ, but it wasn't as good as I'd remembered. Was I outgrowing cheap meaningless sex? I hoped not. Besides, she wasn't cheap.

 

About this time, I was really trying hard to be a good dad.

 

 

And make some kind of deeper connection with Aiyana.

 

 

Despite my baser urges, I couldn't deny I was harboring more meaningful feelings for her, and I wanted to explore them, scary as they were.

 

But it was time to start exploring Newcrest.

 

 

I started with Cormac. This guy honestly might have been a distant relative of mine, we were so similar.

 

 

Sure, he had a pointier chin, smaller ears, and a bigger nose, but I think we might have been distant cousins.

 

I asked him to tell me all about the beginning of Newcrest.

 

 

And he began to tell me a story that would blow your mind. I'll be starting to tell it in the next chapter. But let's just say, these guys were wild.

 

 

So, back to me. At this point in time, while most sex was starting to feel repetitive and boring, I still cherished my now-weekly hookups with Grace.

 

 

We had this thing where she'd invite me over while Chad was at the studio, and meet me at the door in some slutty lingerie she'd just purchased.

 

 

For the record again, I cannot stress enough that Grace and Chad were porn stars in an open relationship, who were both members of the same swingers' club I was, and in fact, Chad and I had DP'd Grace in my first and so far only time having sex on film. The idea of me fucking Chad's girl, well, it wouldn't even come close to count as cheating. And yet, it still felt dangerous, because we were doing it on the side.

 

 

But she was so damn good at it.

 

 

Our bodies fit together in a way that I rarely experienced.

 

 

And when I was going deep inside her, we had an electric connection.

 

 

Porn star that she was, she always demanded I pull out and bust on her tits or face.

 

 

I don't know if she thought it was hot, or if she assumed I thought it was hot. But truth is, I did.

 

 

And she wore my powerful loads with pride.