Just a story I began that I like...
My name is Blair William Graey and I come from New Orleans. After traveling the world for so long I decided to remain in New Orleans until I need to leave or I die. Also it is because I grew up here. From traveling the world, I have no accent. It disappeared from gaining too many. Irish, Italian, French, British, German, and even New Orlenian, I've had them all. Every one that I have talked to have said I have a mixture of accents, but others say I have no accent.
Well this story isn't just about me though, it does have me in it . This is a story about an incident I had two years ago...
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It was 1999,the place Jackson Square in the Quarter. I chose to roam the Square to find something interesting to do. I decided to get some coffee at Café Du Monde, their coffee is really good and their Beignets are awesome. As I sat down a crowd of tourists had gathered in front of me from the mule drawn carriages across the street. They asked me how to get to Jackson
Square from here.
"Just turn around, Do you see the Cathedral? Walk that way until you are standing in front of it, then..... You're there."
They all began walking towards the Square, except one boy who looked about eighteen. He walked toward me as I sipped my coffee. He stopped right in front of me, and introduced himself.
"Hello. My name is Brian, and how are you doing on this fine day."
"OK I guess, a little too warm for me but OK." I slowly answered confused as why this child had chose me, me over all the one hundred and fifty other locals and tour guides.
"I was wondering if you would be interested in giving me a short tour and history of the city?" Brian asked with a slight please look in his eyes.
"How much will I be getting paid for this little service?" I asked now looking somewhat interested.
"Fifty for about an hour, and I'll buy you another round of coffee, or what ever drink you desire."
"Alright then, lets stop by my house first. We can drop off our extra baggage."
‘He will be easier than the last one' I thought to myself.
"What baggage do we have to drop off?, all of my stuff is at the hotel." he said as he pointed toward the river.
"Well let's go get them, no use in spending money on a hotel when you have a perfect stranger offering you a place to stay."I said with a grin.
"Your not a perfect stranger, a little weird but you look like I can trust you."He said as he stuck out his hand, "I never caught your name."
"Graey, Blair Graey, Nice to meet you Brian....." As I took his hand and shook.
"Vorhees, Brian Vorhees, and no I'm not related to Jason from those movies!."
"I don't know what movies you are talking about, but I'll take your word for it." I said as I release his hand.
"What!? You've never heard of Jason Vorhees?, Friday The 13th ,Freddy Vs. Jason?
C'mon you know, the really big guy with the machete, and the hockey mask! He goes around killing a lot of people, mostly girls though."He said with his hand on his hip, while using the other to signal what he was saying.
"Sorry, I don't own a T.V., I never had any type of T.V., only a radio, cassette, CD player with a turn table. I only listen to the news on the radio."
"Why don't you have a T.V.?"
"You'll see, now lets go and get you checked out of that room and get your things." I said already walking away.
We walked over to Royale where I had my car parked. We are soon on our way. He was staying at the Capri for like Forty-six dollars a night.
"That is too much to be paying for a roach infested room!" I said, trying to hide my excitement.
"Yeah but it's the cheapest I could find within a ten dollar cab ride."
‘Well you wont have to worry about that for too much longer' I thought, watching him pack.
Back in the car with Brian's two bags, a duffel for his clothes and a messenger bag to carry his notebooks and laptop.
First we stopped of at my garage, a small little shack of a house off of Royale, which I use to keep my old mustang in. We began to walk, I carried his duffel bag while he carried his messenger bag. Soon we were out of the Quarter, and walking into the richer part of New Orleans. We walked up a small alley-way, over a small bridge, under it was a half covered sewage vent.
"What is with this vent?" Brian asked looking down, trying to see in the dark covered alley.
"Vandals. They come during the night and steal the grates, that is why I have the one you are standing on is bolted to the ground." I said with a slight grin. Not that he could see it.
"What was that?, I didn't hear anything." Now with a smile on his face, trying not to laugh.
"That thing!!, it tried to grab me!" he yelled, pointing to a garbage can next to him.
I walked over to the garbage can,"There's nothing here, look!" As I shook out the garbage can.
I froze and dropped the garbage can, and suddenly things went black. I awoke with a slight headache.
"OW!!" I said rubbing my head, "What happened?" I didn't get an answer. I looked around for Brian, He wasn't standing or on the ground. I continued to look around and saw that everything was in it's place the garbage can looked as if it hadn't been moved , although I knew it had, I just moved it before I got knocked out. I stood up and walked over to the garbage can, it was empty.
Just then I heard frantic foot steps coming my way from the spiral stair case that leads up to my door. When I was able to see that it was Brian, I yelled to him.
"Brian!!What happened?"
"You like, fainted or ,something."He said panting.
"Oh, what were you doing running down the stairs."
"I ran to get help, and since you didn't have any keys on you, I thought you left the door unlocked so I thought I could call an ambulance." he stated with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Sorry, my doors will only open if you know what the codes are." I said slowly coming to my feet.
"OK, Well let's get you to the apartment and into bed or onto a couch. I think you need to lie down." Said Brian as he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the staircase.
"You don't need to help me I'll be fine. I've been doing this for years and half the time im too drunk to remember my own name." I said pulling away from him. The instant I let go I went down, hard. "Maybe I do need some help."I said beginning to laugh.
"Thought so. Now come on we should be getting inside, it's getting late."
Once to the iron door at the top of the stair case I punched in the code for the first door and behind that a solid steel door. " I'm sorry but I can't give you the codes, I can't trust anyone I don't totally know yet." I said as I pushed the steel door open.
"That is ok I might not be here for too long. Its just that if I leave I will need you to open them for me."
"Yeah well I will give you my number so you can call when you come back. Also nine out of ten if I leave you will be coming with me. So you won't have to worry about me leaving and you not being able to get in." I said while taking off my boots which is pretty hard when you can barely stand up without help. "Please take off your shoes, I don't want any dirt or garbage tracked into my house."
"Well I thought I would any ways considering we might be here for a while." said Brian as he slipped off his shoes.
"Thank you." I said as I exited the foyer.
"Nice apartment you have here. Do you live alone?."
"It's ok I just haven't finished the foyer yet, and yes I do live alone unless I have people over." I said stumbling into the kitchen.
"Do you need any help?"
"No, I'm fine I just need to get a drink." I said as I exited the kitchen holding a half drained glass.
"You shouldn't be drinking wine. Especially with what just happened to you." stated Brian reaching for the glass.
"I'm fine this will help me feel better."I said as I put the glass to my lips and drank the dark red liquid.
"Fine then I'll get some too then. Where are your .......Holy shit! this kitchen is huge!" Brian stood in the center looking around at the huge room that looked like the size of an average sized living room.
"The glasses are in the cabinet above the sink, and thank you I redid it my-self. It was nothing but an empty warehouse when I bought this place." I stated as I made my way into my bedroom.
Once inside I laid down and stared at the ceiling for a little while wondering why the garbage can wasn't on the ground next to me when I awoke.
‘The can was moved. I picked it up then passed out or what ever happened to me. Maybe it has been too long.......' My thoughts were interrupted with a sudden gagging sound and the sound of a glass object shattering into a thousand tiny shards on my kitchen floor.
"Are you alright?" I asked while in the process of getting out of bed, still a little shaky. I managed to get into the hall that led to the kitchen when I heard the sound of some liquid hitting the floor.
"cough-cough-Yeah I'm cough-OK."
"Are you sure? What happened?"
"I got a drink out of the fridge, I thought it was some sort of red wine or something but I was wrong." He stated while on his knees in front of the garbage can.
"Yeah sorry I forgot to rotate my stock of........" Brian began to vomit again.
I walked over to him gently knelt in front of him and lightly kissed him on the lips. Slowly licking my lips as I pulled away.
"Lets get this cleaned up. Don't want the smell to linger too long." I stated as I turned to get the mop.
‘What the FUCK just happened!' were probably the words on his mind about now.
He looked somewhat lost, sitting in the middle of my floor with the broken glass, the red liquid, and his stinking vomit. He wasn't moving so I began mopping around him. Slowly he rose to his feet and walked over to me. He shoved me back, the mop fell to the floor. He pushed me toward the wall, placed a hand on my chest and kissed me. He kissed me long, hard and sweet. The tastes of the liquid, vomit, and my own saliva was interesting, which was very unexpected. Not just the taste was unexpected but the whole kiss thing was also. As he began to pull away I pt my arms around hi back and kissed him hard. I moved my hand down his back to his side, then slowly to his crotch, where I found something a tad bit unexpected. He was a horny bastard to put it softly. I slowly stopped the kiss. Wanting it to never end, ‘No one has ever actually embraced me like this.' I slowly pushed him away, gently as not to show resistance but to show that it was done.
"We need to get this cleaned up." were the words that came from my mouth. It were as if I lost control of my self. I wanted to keep going, to squeeze his hard cock between my hands. To lick him, to suck him, to fuck him, to just plain drive him crazy.
"Yeah......" was the only thing that he seemed capable of getting out.
I picked up the mop and began to mop it up as he picked up the shards of glass.
"I...... I'm....sorry." he muttered not looking at me.
"It's ok I have so many glasses, you don't have to worry about it."
"Not for the glass......For the kiss....I couldn't help it. My body took control. I tried to stop my self but I couldn't." His head slowly rising until his eyes met mine.
"OH.....That's OK." I stopped mopping and gave him a reassuring smile.
"OWW!!!!" he grabbed his finger.
"Aww did you cut your self? Here let me see." I bent and held out my hand.
"It's nothing just a little cut....OW!" he screamed as I pulled out a shard of glass.
It began to bleed more. Then I slowly put his finger into my mouth and sucked on the cut drawing out the blood. He just stared at me. Our eyes met again.
"What?" I asked as I pulled his finger out of my mouth causing a little blood to drip out of the corner of my mouth and trickle down my chin where the droplet of blood found Brian's tongue. He licked up the blood, and slowly licked my lips. I parted them and our tongues met. I began to kiss him and then stopped half way through it, pulled out and asked:
"Have you seen my bed room?" I asked still staring at him.
"N....No I haven't."he stuttered.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hall to my bed room once inside I turned him around.
"See it?" I said as I pushed him down onto the bed.
"Yeah it's ......"
I interrupted the sentence with another kiss. His arms wrapped around me as I laid down on top of him. Slowly unbuttoning his black shirt, and moving down to his nipples, I lightly licked the right one. He gasped and arched his back. I began to nibble on it until it became erect and then bit it hard, yet not too hard.
"Harder!" he gasped as I bit again.
I bit again slightly harder than before, moving my hand to his left nipple to find something cold there. He has it pierced I noticed without looking, a slave ring with a spike at one end. I pulled at it a little to see his reaction.
"Damnit I said harder!" He gasped with a deep growl.
I pulled harder and his back arched. I bit and he moaned. With my right hand I slowly moved it up his thigh to his raging hard-on. I stroked it gently through the taught fabric of his jeans. He pulled me close and kissed me hard. I broke the kiss and un-did his pants. To my surprise he wasn't wearing any underwear which made it easier to get to his cock which was now free of it's confines. I licked the head, purple with blood and arousal. I teased only for a bit longer, then took the throbbing member into my mouth. I sucked hard which made his hips buck and the loudest moan so far. Switching between my mouth and my hand, a little technique I learned over the years soon got him to cum. The sweet sticky fluid spewing from the hole filled my mouth. I swallowed and licked up the rest that had slipped out. We soon we were kissing again. This didn't last very long considering he was now passed out on the bed soaked in sweat.
Well this story isn't just about me though, it does have me in it . This is a story about an incident I had two years ago...
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It was 1999,the place Jackson Square in the Quarter. I chose to roam the Square to find something interesting to do. I decided to get some coffee at Café Du Monde, their coffee is really good and their Beignets are awesome. As I sat down a crowd of tourists had gathered in front of me from the mule drawn carriages across the street. They asked me how to get to Jackson
Square from here.
"Just turn around, Do you see the Cathedral? Walk that way until you are standing in front of it, then..... You're there."
They all began walking towards the Square, except one boy who looked about eighteen. He walked toward me as I sipped my coffee. He stopped right in front of me, and introduced himself.
"Hello. My name is Brian, and how are you doing on this fine day."
"OK I guess, a little too warm for me but OK." I slowly answered confused as why this child had chose me, me over all the one hundred and fifty other locals and tour guides.
"I was wondering if you would be interested in giving me a short tour and history of the city?" Brian asked with a slight please look in his eyes.
"How much will I be getting paid for this little service?" I asked now looking somewhat interested.
"Fifty for about an hour, and I'll buy you another round of coffee, or what ever drink you desire."
"Alright then, lets stop by my house first. We can drop off our extra baggage."
‘He will be easier than the last one' I thought to myself.
"What baggage do we have to drop off?, all of my stuff is at the hotel." he said as he pointed toward the river.
"Well let's go get them, no use in spending money on a hotel when you have a perfect stranger offering you a place to stay."I said with a grin.
"Your not a perfect stranger, a little weird but you look like I can trust you."He said as he stuck out his hand, "I never caught your name."
"Graey, Blair Graey, Nice to meet you Brian....." As I took his hand and shook.
"Vorhees, Brian Vorhees, and no I'm not related to Jason from those movies!."
"I don't know what movies you are talking about, but I'll take your word for it." I said as I release his hand.
"What!? You've never heard of Jason Vorhees?, Friday The 13th ,Freddy Vs. Jason?
C'mon you know, the really big guy with the machete, and the hockey mask! He goes around killing a lot of people, mostly girls though."He said with his hand on his hip, while using the other to signal what he was saying.
"Sorry, I don't own a T.V., I never had any type of T.V., only a radio, cassette, CD player with a turn table. I only listen to the news on the radio."
"Why don't you have a T.V.?"
"You'll see, now lets go and get you checked out of that room and get your things." I said already walking away.
We walked over to Royale where I had my car parked. We are soon on our way. He was staying at the Capri for like Forty-six dollars a night.
"That is too much to be paying for a roach infested room!" I said, trying to hide my excitement.
"Yeah but it's the cheapest I could find within a ten dollar cab ride."
‘Well you wont have to worry about that for too much longer' I thought, watching him pack.
Back in the car with Brian's two bags, a duffel for his clothes and a messenger bag to carry his notebooks and laptop.
First we stopped of at my garage, a small little shack of a house off of Royale, which I use to keep my old mustang in. We began to walk, I carried his duffel bag while he carried his messenger bag. Soon we were out of the Quarter, and walking into the richer part of New Orleans. We walked up a small alley-way, over a small bridge, under it was a half covered sewage vent.
"What is with this vent?" Brian asked looking down, trying to see in the dark covered alley.
"Vandals. They come during the night and steal the grates, that is why I have the one you are standing on is bolted to the ground." I said with a slight grin. Not that he could see it.
"What was that?, I didn't hear anything." Now with a smile on his face, trying not to laugh.
"That thing!!, it tried to grab me!" he yelled, pointing to a garbage can next to him.
I walked over to the garbage can,"There's nothing here, look!" As I shook out the garbage can.
I froze and dropped the garbage can, and suddenly things went black. I awoke with a slight headache.
"OW!!" I said rubbing my head, "What happened?" I didn't get an answer. I looked around for Brian, He wasn't standing or on the ground. I continued to look around and saw that everything was in it's place the garbage can looked as if it hadn't been moved , although I knew it had, I just moved it before I got knocked out. I stood up and walked over to the garbage can, it was empty.
Just then I heard frantic foot steps coming my way from the spiral stair case that leads up to my door. When I was able to see that it was Brian, I yelled to him.
"Brian!!What happened?"
"You like, fainted or ,something."He said panting.
"Oh, what were you doing running down the stairs."
"I ran to get help, and since you didn't have any keys on you, I thought you left the door unlocked so I thought I could call an ambulance." he stated with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Sorry, my doors will only open if you know what the codes are." I said slowly coming to my feet.
"OK, Well let's get you to the apartment and into bed or onto a couch. I think you need to lie down." Said Brian as he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the staircase.
"You don't need to help me I'll be fine. I've been doing this for years and half the time im too drunk to remember my own name." I said pulling away from him. The instant I let go I went down, hard. "Maybe I do need some help."I said beginning to laugh.
"Thought so. Now come on we should be getting inside, it's getting late."
Once to the iron door at the top of the stair case I punched in the code for the first door and behind that a solid steel door. " I'm sorry but I can't give you the codes, I can't trust anyone I don't totally know yet." I said as I pushed the steel door open.
"That is ok I might not be here for too long. Its just that if I leave I will need you to open them for me."
"Yeah well I will give you my number so you can call when you come back. Also nine out of ten if I leave you will be coming with me. So you won't have to worry about me leaving and you not being able to get in." I said while taking off my boots which is pretty hard when you can barely stand up without help. "Please take off your shoes, I don't want any dirt or garbage tracked into my house."
"Well I thought I would any ways considering we might be here for a while." said Brian as he slipped off his shoes.
"Thank you." I said as I exited the foyer.
"Nice apartment you have here. Do you live alone?."
"It's ok I just haven't finished the foyer yet, and yes I do live alone unless I have people over." I said stumbling into the kitchen.
"Do you need any help?"
"No, I'm fine I just need to get a drink." I said as I exited the kitchen holding a half drained glass.
"You shouldn't be drinking wine. Especially with what just happened to you." stated Brian reaching for the glass.
"I'm fine this will help me feel better."I said as I put the glass to my lips and drank the dark red liquid.
"Fine then I'll get some too then. Where are your .......Holy shit! this kitchen is huge!" Brian stood in the center looking around at the huge room that looked like the size of an average sized living room.
"The glasses are in the cabinet above the sink, and thank you I redid it my-self. It was nothing but an empty warehouse when I bought this place." I stated as I made my way into my bedroom.
Once inside I laid down and stared at the ceiling for a little while wondering why the garbage can wasn't on the ground next to me when I awoke.
‘The can was moved. I picked it up then passed out or what ever happened to me. Maybe it has been too long.......' My thoughts were interrupted with a sudden gagging sound and the sound of a glass object shattering into a thousand tiny shards on my kitchen floor.
"Are you alright?" I asked while in the process of getting out of bed, still a little shaky. I managed to get into the hall that led to the kitchen when I heard the sound of some liquid hitting the floor.
"cough-cough-Yeah I'm cough-OK."
"Are you sure? What happened?"
"I got a drink out of the fridge, I thought it was some sort of red wine or something but I was wrong." He stated while on his knees in front of the garbage can.
"Yeah sorry I forgot to rotate my stock of........" Brian began to vomit again.
I walked over to him gently knelt in front of him and lightly kissed him on the lips. Slowly licking my lips as I pulled away.
"Lets get this cleaned up. Don't want the smell to linger too long." I stated as I turned to get the mop.
‘What the FUCK just happened!' were probably the words on his mind about now.
He looked somewhat lost, sitting in the middle of my floor with the broken glass, the red liquid, and his stinking vomit. He wasn't moving so I began mopping around him. Slowly he rose to his feet and walked over to me. He shoved me back, the mop fell to the floor. He pushed me toward the wall, placed a hand on my chest and kissed me. He kissed me long, hard and sweet. The tastes of the liquid, vomit, and my own saliva was interesting, which was very unexpected. Not just the taste was unexpected but the whole kiss thing was also. As he began to pull away I pt my arms around hi back and kissed him hard. I moved my hand down his back to his side, then slowly to his crotch, where I found something a tad bit unexpected. He was a horny bastard to put it softly. I slowly stopped the kiss. Wanting it to never end, ‘No one has ever actually embraced me like this.' I slowly pushed him away, gently as not to show resistance but to show that it was done.
"We need to get this cleaned up." were the words that came from my mouth. It were as if I lost control of my self. I wanted to keep going, to squeeze his hard cock between my hands. To lick him, to suck him, to fuck him, to just plain drive him crazy.
"Yeah......" was the only thing that he seemed capable of getting out.
I picked up the mop and began to mop it up as he picked up the shards of glass.
"I...... I'm....sorry." he muttered not looking at me.
"It's ok I have so many glasses, you don't have to worry about it."
"Not for the glass......For the kiss....I couldn't help it. My body took control. I tried to stop my self but I couldn't." His head slowly rising until his eyes met mine.
"OH.....That's OK." I stopped mopping and gave him a reassuring smile.
"OWW!!!!" he grabbed his finger.
"Aww did you cut your self? Here let me see." I bent and held out my hand.
"It's nothing just a little cut....OW!" he screamed as I pulled out a shard of glass.
It began to bleed more. Then I slowly put his finger into my mouth and sucked on the cut drawing out the blood. He just stared at me. Our eyes met again.
"What?" I asked as I pulled his finger out of my mouth causing a little blood to drip out of the corner of my mouth and trickle down my chin where the droplet of blood found Brian's tongue. He licked up the blood, and slowly licked my lips. I parted them and our tongues met. I began to kiss him and then stopped half way through it, pulled out and asked:
"Have you seen my bed room?" I asked still staring at him.
"N....No I haven't."he stuttered.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hall to my bed room once inside I turned him around.
"See it?" I said as I pushed him down onto the bed.
"Yeah it's ......"
I interrupted the sentence with another kiss. His arms wrapped around me as I laid down on top of him. Slowly unbuttoning his black shirt, and moving down to his nipples, I lightly licked the right one. He gasped and arched his back. I began to nibble on it until it became erect and then bit it hard, yet not too hard.
"Harder!" he gasped as I bit again.
I bit again slightly harder than before, moving my hand to his left nipple to find something cold there. He has it pierced I noticed without looking, a slave ring with a spike at one end. I pulled at it a little to see his reaction.
"Damnit I said harder!" He gasped with a deep growl.
I pulled harder and his back arched. I bit and he moaned. With my right hand I slowly moved it up his thigh to his raging hard-on. I stroked it gently through the taught fabric of his jeans. He pulled me close and kissed me hard. I broke the kiss and un-did his pants. To my surprise he wasn't wearing any underwear which made it easier to get to his cock which was now free of it's confines. I licked the head, purple with blood and arousal. I teased only for a bit longer, then took the throbbing member into my mouth. I sucked hard which made his hips buck and the loudest moan so far. Switching between my mouth and my hand, a little technique I learned over the years soon got him to cum. The sweet sticky fluid spewing from the hole filled my mouth. I swallowed and licked up the rest that had slipped out. We soon we were kissing again. This didn't last very long considering he was now passed out on the bed soaked in sweat.