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Subject: Hollywood East, Part Six Thank you for all the great feedback! I appreciate it!! Please check out all my other stories under the Authors section! Let me know which ones you like best! Thank you for the continued support. Please support Nifty!! Donate:: http://donate./donate.html I lose interest in writing when you lose interest in reading. Let me know how I’m doing! Love it when you guys tell me your cocks are dripping while you’re reading the stories. Smelling your own funk from your pits or finger banging your holes. It keeps me ail. All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more. Giving Florida another shot in this one. Live life how you wish on your own terms and do not judge others. Life is too short. Hollywood East, taking place in Hollywood Florida Where we left them:: Anton went to get Cory. When he got to the bathroom Cory was standing in the shower pacing. He was amped up and was ready to burst. He didn’t know what was happening. “It’s over sir.” Anton said. “Was it my fucking father?” Cory asked, looking like he was ready to kill. “Yes,” Anton said. Cory then hit the wall making his own fist bleed. “Don’t Cory. There’s been enough damage.” Cory looked at him with a moment of fear, “What?” “Two of ours were shot sir. Louis and Travis.” Anton said, not wanting to finish. “How are they? Where are they? I need to go to them. This is all my fault. Are they ok?” Cory asked, walking out of the bathroom through the bedroom. Anton stopped him. “Cory”, he began, “I’m sorry. Travis didn’t make it.” Hollywood East, Part Six:: A month later Cory was standing in the penthouse getting ready for his first interview. He stood there in an Armani suit, but with an expensive tee shirt under the jacket. He wouldn’t wear a tie or dress shirt. But the look suited him. His hair looked messy and styled at the same time. His shoes were high grade leather slip ons with no socks. He only had on three articles of clothing and he still felt way overdressed. He was out of his element. As he stared into the primary bathroom mirror he felt like a fraud. Anton stood by his side giving him some praise every now and then. Telling him he was born for this. Being a late bloomer. The leader. If it wasn’t for Anton at his side at all times he would have not been able to do this. Cory looked the part, looked like a carefree billionaire. He had been coached for the past three weeks for this interview. Being told to be himself, laid back, confident, but to also project leadership. Since the incident Scott and the boys have been stuck to each other. They even moved into the guest house for a while. When Louis was released he stayed on with Kenny. The seven of them co-existed behind those high walls safe from the outside world. Cory was just happy none of them wanted to leave. Cory and Hank had a conversation a few days ago and Hank said, “You would think we would have wanted to run away from where our dad was killed. But where would we go? We sort of belong here, with you. It feels like we always have. Scott tells us everyday that we have to take care of you because you felt so bad about what happened. But you still take care of us. Where would we go and get that support? The three of us love you. We’re almost out of our funk but Scott is the worst of all. He feels responsible for us and for you. And he is hurting for dad. But he still wants to be with you. Do you still want him? Or do you have Anton now?”, Cory was honest with him. He wanted them both. But only when Scott was ready. Then Cory asked Hank about himself. Where was he going? His personal life? “I’m not leaving Logan,” Hank said, “I rather have him than anyone else. I don’t need pussy to get what I get from my brother. I guess he’s always been my soul mate. As a friend and a lover. I’m all in if you’ll have us, me.” At the end of that conversation both Hank and Cory stood up and took each other in their arms. Then they did something they’ve never done before. They kissed passionately. Before the incident Cory had heard from Scott that Hank would fuck and get sucked but he reserved the kissing for girls. But after that kiss with Cory Hank had no reason to kiss a girl again. He was hooked on mugging with a man. He admitted to Cory that he and Logan have been kissing for years but that no one ever saw it. Logan was the only boy/man that he allowed to kiss him. But, now, everything has changed, he’s changed. Cory’s kiss ignited a fire in Hank. As Cory stood in front of the mirror remembering the talk, the kiss, he started to get a bit hard in his expensive pants. He had to think of something else now because his large appendage could already be seen even soft as it swung in his pants. He still never wore underwear. But he should have worn a jock this one time. Now it was just blatant. Anton noticed. He saw his boss/lover in deep thought and then his cock started to rise. “Is that for me boss?” Cory chuckled and then said, “Always, but I was thinking of Hank.” “Ah, the kiss. When are the two of you going to fuck to get it out of the way?” Anton asked amused. “When he’s ready. But for now I just need a kiss from one man before I go out there. But take my cock out before the pre cum ruins my pants.” Cory said. All he meant was for Anton to get it out and then help him clean it up when it went soft. But Anton had other ideas. “Yes sir.”, Anton went to the door to ensure it was locked then he went to his knees. He opened Cory’s pants and let them fall to a puddle over his expensive shoes. Then he took Cory into his mouth and slowly made love to his cock. Cory was hoping it would be over quickly. He needed to be soft. Anton stepped up his game and started to try and suck the cum directly şişli travesti from Cory’s balls. His suction and mouth massage was intense. Within just a few minutes Cory shot off into Anton’s hungry mouth. Then Anton spent another few moments cleaning his boss’s cock for him. Then he reached over and grabbed a tissue. He folded it into fourths and put it over Cory’s cock before he pulled his pants back up. “That should stop any further leakage, sir.” Anton stood up and gave Cory a shy smile and then bowed his head. Cory took Anton’s chin in his hand and lifted his face. He gave him the kiss he wanted and then said, “I love you Anton. Your loyalty is not the only reason why.” “But I am yours sir. My loyalty to you is everything. I am happy to do anything that gives you pleasure or that keeps you safe. And if I may, sir. I love you too.” Anton said again before they kissed one last time. Then Anton took a damp towel and wiped down Cory’s face and neck. “Your scent got stronger, sir. You’ll have the interviewer tongue tied. Should I give your pits a quick tongue bath?” Anton asked with a smirk. “Start that and we’ll never get out of this room. And the problem you just sorted out will return. I think we need to get out there, brother. Have them do what they will with me so we can get back to the compound.” Cory said. “Of course, sir,” Anton said as he finished helping Cory look fresh. The interview went well. The questions were negotiated beforehand so they were soft ones. They were able to ask about his estranged father and the way he was hunting him down for the inheritance. But they were not allowed to ask about the compound. Nor about any of Cory’s friends. Cory, himself, had given the interviewer, Tahita Hudson, future access if she didn’t press it too far. Having someone like Cory on her side would help her career immensely. She had been around for a while but was just starting to get better known in Southern Florida so she didn’t want to push her luck. And due to the negotiations between Doyle Industries and the station beforehand no one was forcing her to go in heavy. Tahita was a mixed race female at a height of 5’1″. She shared with Cory that she was African American and Vietnamese on her mother’s side and Scottish on her father’s. Cory joked with her he would not hold the Scottish side against her as he was Irish. She confirmed that she knew very well about his heritage and would give him the same courtesy. They had a good laugh about it easing Cory’s tension. Tahita was taken by the large man in front of her. Who wouldn’t have been. While his face did not portray that of a model any woman would be happy to give herself to him. He reeked of sexuality and masculinity. She suspected many men would give themselves as well but doubted Cory would dabble. She would have to inquire about his relationships somewhere down the line. But for now she followed the requests by Doyle Industries. The interview turned out to be more of a sensation than Cory imagined it would be. It was picked up by the national networks and aired on their flagship nightly news shows. Then CNN, MSNBC and FOX ran it multiple times a day for a few days. Adding polls to the end of the interview indicating what the public thought of the reluctant billionaire. Cory thought, after the interview, he would be freed for a little while. But once that interview aired everyone wanted to know more about him. His rugged, masculine, handsome looks. His carefree presence. The way he filled out his suit. Within a week he was on the cover of People. “Who is this reluctant billionaire?”, was the headline on the cover. His cover photo, standing by the window in the penthouse with his jacket off looking at the ocean, his arm muscles glistening in the sunlight, his pecs filling the tee shirt, and his thighs and ass stretching the expensive pants beyond its limits, was shared on social media millions of times. Anton told Cory that the way he filled out those clothes and the way he wore his hair in that carefree just got fucked look had women across the country wetting their panties and men rubbing one out. Overnight the reluctant billionaire was a mysterious celebrity. And Cory wasn’t pleased. “How can we stop it, Anton?” he asked. “The rocket just launched sir. Unless it crashes everyone will be tuned in from here on out. But we’ll keep you safe and private.” Anton crossed his fingers as he said it. He had no idea how to throw water on this fire. Cory was definitely the hottest face of any Fortune 500 company. He had his work cut out for him. Meanwhile Scott, Logan and Hank were happy for him. They felt Cory deserved the best in the world. They knew he was born into it but he handled it with generosity and grace. He was definitely the ‘reluctant billionaire’ and they were afraid that would stick with him for the rest of his life. It was actually only after that interview that they learned how much Cory was really worth. It was little wonder that there were people ready to kill him to obtain his assets. But Cory never let his ‘family’ feel neglected. He asked them to come back to the house after that. Even if they wanted the other rooms, he just needed them with him. They were glad to come back. Even Scott realized that he needed to join the world again. Even if their world only consisted behind the walls of the compound now. The boys would go off to school in a month and Cory had already made arrangements for a small penthouse and security. He would try to give them all the freedom they needed as college students but still keep them safe. Logan had already started his summer lessons remotely and with a tudor. So there was little chance he wouldn’t be accepted at the school. One afternoon, after the family was all back together in the house, Cory beylikdüzü travesti found himself alone. The boys were taken to the tutors. Even though Hank didn’t have to go he went to support Logan. Anton was off with Louis checking the perimeter and meeting with the security detail that patrols the outside of the walls. He wasn’t sure where Scott was. Probably at the stables thinking about the horse he doesn’t have yet. But Cory already made arrangements for horses. He couldn’t wait to surprise Scott. It was around two and seemed like the perfect afternoon to throw a couple of long necks back. Cory was on his fourth or fifth beer when Scott came through the gate. “Hey babe”, Cory said without thinking. Then he began to wonder how Scott felt. How he still felt. Scott came up to Cory and said, “Hi”, in a nervous, uncomfortable way. He was happy that Cory called him babe but felt like he wasn’t living up to it. But he did want some alone time with Cory. Cory wasn’t going to tiptoe around Scott any longer though. It had been a month. He needed to know where Scott’s head was at. Cory looked up and asked, “Have you not come back to my bed because of Anton?” Scott was taken back for a moment and then said, “I wasn’t sure you wanted me back. I knew you wanted me here but I wasn’t sure…” “Be sure. Things haven’t changed. Unfortunately it isn’t Travis that’s going to be with us. But I hope you learn to love Anton the way I do. The way that I love you. Is that possible?” Cory asked with hope. To lighten the mood a bit Scott just said, “I’m sure I could learn to love a hot fucking stud like that.”, he chuckled, and then said, “But seriously, I love you too. I’m very fond of Anton and I’m sure it will turn into love if you’re both patient with me. If you still want me.” “There is no reason not to be patient with you. And of course I still fucking want you. Anton has asked if he should leave my bed so that you could come back. I told him I needed to hear that from you. If you need Anton to leave and stay in the guest room for a while I’ll do it to get you back. But eventually I’d like him back.” Scott thought for a moment and then said, “Not necessary. I’ll come back. The big lug sort of turns me on anyway.”, then he said, “Alright, he turns me on a lot. I just wouldn’t let myself feel that way for a while. Felt like I was cheating on Travis. But I need to get my head back on straight. Well on gay anyway.”, he chuckled again, “If you’ll have me sir I’m yours. Me, Anton and you will be whatever you want us to be. I gave myself to you a while back. I was serious.” Cory thought for a moment. He was humbled by Anton and Scott, how they wanted to give themselves to him, and wondered what it was about him. And what it really meant to them. But he never questioned it out loud. He did nothing but portray confidence. He wanted to give them free will. “I want you back in my bed. I want you and Anton to become close. Close as thieves. But, I will have to be spending a night or two alone at the penthouse a week. I need to keep the media off the scent of the compound. Keep our privacy. Louis will accompany me there. If Anton comes with me my love for him will show too much.”, then he smirked and said, “All Louis is is a friend with benefits. But there is no hiding the way I feel for you and Anton.” “I understand Cory. Can I come back tonight?”, Cory smiled. There was the Scott he knew. Wagging his tail like a damn dog for his master. But was Cory his master? He couldn’t think that way. Could he? “Why wait till tonight. I’ll need to dump a load in you and then have you fuck me. Are you up for that boy?” Cory asked as he stood up and took off the tank top he was wearing. Then he dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. Scott looked at him like a hungry wolf, “And I’d like to go back to the way we were. I stayed modest to respect your grief. Are you and the boys ready? I know you’ll never be over the pain you have but can you move on? And be the way we were, almost?” “I’ll always miss Travis, but we have to move on. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to be with you and the boys. The boys have started to mess around again but I’ve stayed clear of it. I’ve watched it a few times but I didn’t participate. I think it’s time. Here or in the room?” Scott asked. “Strip!” Cory said indicating that where they were at was just fine. He took his seat at the table again. His cock fully at attention, sticking straight up from his lap. “How do you want me?” Scott asked as he stripped off his two articles of clothing. They eventually made it to the bedroom where Scott deposited a load into Cory while keeping Cory’s load in him. Cory was leaning back against the headboard, with his legs spread, while Scott was in between them cleaning Cory’s crotch. His ass basically up in the air. Cory had a satisfied smirk on his face while he ran his hand through Scott’s hair. That’s when Anton walked in. Anton was taken back for a moment, but then said, “Should I come back, sir?” “I don’t think so. I think you need to strip and come here.”, Cory said, and when he saw hesitation on Anton’s face he said, “That’s an order, brother. Besides, that ass has my load in it. Want to add to it or taste it?” Scott had momentarily looked back but then went back to what he was doing. Arching his ass up a little more like the common whore that he is. He’s seen Anton’s cock before and was excited that he might get a sample. Cory knew that Scott would fall in line quickly. He was hoping Anton would also. “Oh fuck.”, was all Anton said before he started to strip off. Leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. Once he was naked he kneeled on the bed behind Scott and dove into his ass. Attacking Scott’s cunt with his tongue. Looking for Cory’s load. Scott started to istanbul travesti whimper into Cory’s crotch as Cory continued to caress his head. Anton was making animal sounds. After a few minutes Scott simply said, “Fuck me”. Anton’s head came up and he looked at Cory for permission. Cory nodded his head. Anton’s eyes went wide for just a moment and then he stood up on his knees and said, “Does the slut like it rough or do I have to go easy?” Scott’s hole throbbed when Anton said slut. He lifted his head off of Cory and looked back at Anton with the look of need on his face. “Give me all you got.” Anton, at first, slowly entered Scott. Opening him up like an ice ship in the Arctic. Spreading him open to fit the rest of his girth. Once he bottomed out he held it as he grabbed on to Scott’s hips. Then he said, “Last chance. Otherwise I’m going to pile drive this cunt until I unload inside of it. Mix it up with Cory’s kids.” “Fuck me like you’re trying to own me mother fucker. Don’t hold back.” Scott almost yelled out. But his voice cracked with anticipation. Anton started off slow. About every third shafting he went in harder. Deeper. Scott grunted from the assault. Then Anton grabbed his hips even harder. Scott was sure he would have bruises where Anton’s hands were. But he didn’t care. He needed this fuck. A fuck to take the pain away. Replace it with good pain. Scott’s shoulders were on Cory’s thighs. His face still smashed into Cory’s half hard crotch. His balls empty made his sack hang low. He started to lick the sweat off of Cory. Trying to concentrate so he didn’t rack Cory. Then Scott started to feel some wetness on his face and mouth. Very little at first. Too salty and bitter for pre cum. And there was too much. Then a heavy stream of piss was drenching his face as his ass was assaulted by Anton. “Fuck yeah, boss!” Anton said from behind, “Point that shit up here!” Then he felt Anton bend over his back and placed his own head next to Scott’s. Cory arched the stream up a bit and was feeding both men. Both his lovers. Anton would let his mouth fill up and then share it with Scott. They would make out while spilling Cory’s waste out of their mouths. Cory had almost a six pack before they started to play. So his stream lasted a while. Soaking his men and his mattress. ‘Going to have to get a new mattress now. And a heavy duty mattress protector.’, he thought. Because he knew he had opened a can of worms with these two pigs. Anton, turned totally on by what Cory was doing, slammed even harder into Scott. He was on the verge of cumming in a big way. “Want my seed slut?” he asked Scott. “Yes!” Scott said. “Yes what fucker?” Anton asked. “Yes sir. Fucking breed me sir. Please fucking use me.” Scott said as he was cleaning Cory’s cock and balls again with his tongue. Barely able to remain steady. Just before Anton gave Scott what he needed, Scott shot off onto Cory’s left foot. Then Anton screamed out and his whole body went rigid. “Fuck! Take it you fucking cunt! Fucking shit!” he yelled out. Then Anton collapsed onto Scott’s back pushing him onto Cory. Cory was pleased. At least the sexual chemistry between the two worked. “My foot is full of cum,” was all Cory said. Anton and Scott were fighting for it. Challenging who would get to clean Cory’s foot. They both lapped up the cum. Licking and sucking at and between Cory’s toes. Every now and then their tongues would meet and they would take a moment to make out. Then go back to cleaning. When it seemed like they succeeded in collecting all of the spilled seed they each went to Cory’s side. Anton on the left and Scott on the right. “This might just work after all gentlemen.” Cory said. Scott and Anton grinned at each other knowing that they both made Cory happy. There would be no jealousy. They wanted the same thing. To please Cory. A couple of nights later Louis took Cory to the penthouse. He was to host a small cocktail party Friday night and then a separate dinner the next night. He would be taken back to the compound Sunday morning. Limited press would be there. He agreed to make a few appearances a month for the company and so far the board at Doyle Industries was pleased with their young heir. His popularity and mysterious life kept the focus off of what the company was doing and on their young star. Cory knew he was being used. Roberto just as much said so. But Roberto also told him he had more power than the board. He owned the majority shares in the company. They knew they had to watch their step or they could be dismissed if Cory caught wind of too much. Both parties turned out to be a success. Cory met each person from the board and spent at least 20 to 30 minutes with each of them separately. Before the events each of the board members thought of Cory as nothing more than a himbo. A dimwitted face of the company that they could use and mold into what they wanted. By the end of Saturday night they realized that Cory had hidden talents. Although Cory skipped college his grandmother taught him about the company. Everything she knew he knew. And the Marines taught him social skills that could make him feel comfortable with the grunts or the Commandant of the Marines in Washington. These college educated pompous asses didn’t know what was coming when Cory came out of hiding. The board members thought, since he was just in the military, that gave them an advantage. Now Cory was going to have half of them watched and audited. The other three would remain under suspicion but he would hold off for now. After everyone left Saturday night Roberto, who was about to leave himself, said, “Your grandmother would be proud of how you handled those idiots. They didn’t see it coming.”, then he said goodnight. Would you like another chapter? Write to me! Some other stories of fty//gay/incest/post-deployment-dad/ *Please support Nifty*, donations are needed to keep this service going. There is nothing like this out there and it would be a loss to let it go. Anything helps. 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