From the last chapter: Lucas welcomes all to his home for the holidays, and than states," Hopefully this will not be the last time that you visit, and just maybe there will be the need to make an addition to the house for our young couple to live in." Mike whispered into Marty's ear," He must be worth millions to afford this place and talk about adding on to it". With a smile on his face Marty whispers back to Mike, "Not Millions but more like Billions many times over." What did you say yelled Mark. This chapter will cover all the events that happened through Lucas's eyes.
It was unusual to see Marty with his son Mike standing at my doorstep during the Winter Holidays. Oh I better introduce myself to you: Just call me Lucas a 36 year old black gay male 6' 185 lbs ( less than 5% body fat and proud of it) with a nice dark chocolate 10" uncut cock. I played football with Marty for a number of seasons with the then Cleveland Browns, but I am more famous for who my dad is "Deacon Jones" a Hall of Famer who played for the Los Angles Rams. Marty and I where roommates as well as sexually involved with each other until he was forced to retire because of shoulder injury.
I have known Mike since he was in diapers, and I have to admit that he is growing into one hell of a sexy stud just like his daddy. Seeing another guy with them who also looked like he was a "Stud Muffin", but I have a sneaky idea that he is on the receiving end of it with Mike. Marty, introduced me to Mark as well as re-introducing me to his son Mike, and I was right when Marty told me that Mark was the best tight end or wide receiver that he had seen since we played together years ago.
Mike came over to give Uncle Lucas ( not related but still like being called that) a man size hug, and I could feel him rubbing his leg against my cock just as he did when he was little. Mark was a little shy gentleman but shook my hand with some fear in his eyes. I get the idea that Mark must not have been raised with or near black people ( ok for those in the US its African-Americans, but I prefer to be called a strong black man here), because he did not really know how to act after shacking my hand.
I told the boys that I had not seen either Marty or Mike since Mike was almost 2 years old, because of the attitude of his mother towards blacks, and good grief if she also knew I was a Gay Black Male who slept with her husband closer than she ever would. Marty, than told both boys that I was also Mike's god-father even though he did not really believe in all that religion bit. I will never forget holding Mike at his baptism in the old church at Sacred Heart of Glyndon, and the pure fear of his in-laws mostly of the priest that did the baptism. It might have been because I was still playing football at the time for the Green Bay Packers with my playing weight being close to 275 lbs.
Mike he took after Marty, and did not hold back when he asked me about the legal age, gay bars, and if same sex marriages where legal here in Amsterdam. It was like rapid fire with his questions as I answered them to the best of my being since I had just moved here less than a year ago. Mark, he is my type of guy as he asked me point blankly,"How did you make all your money?" Oh that was easy to answer as I had invested in a number of gay online services, owned a couple of brothels both here and in Germany, but most of the money came from investments I had made thanks to Marty in the USA while we played football. Yeah last year at this time my accountant told me that I was worth some where around 25.5 billion dollars, and I always traveled in style keeping the unlimited major credit cards. I could see that between Mike's and Mark's questions that they had an idea that they must not have talked to Marty about before they started to ask me all the financial questions.
I know that this is a real short portion of the story, but Lucas has promised to submit the next one with a little more heading towards the New Year.
TBC