Johnny Makes the Midnight Rounds

Preface:

Surfing the web, I noticed one of my stories here at x-hamsters, along with a few favorable comments and a few thousand hits. I appreciated the fact that the poster kept my pen-name attached (unlike so many other forums), so I thought I’d post another here.

The following is the first part of a 20,000-word first draft. What can I say… it became more of a pocket-novel? I explored the premise of what happens to a porno-stud once he retires from the business.

Anyway, if you enjoy the first section I’ll probably post more if you like- the story takes a while to build, so if your interest is in a shorter-short story you had best move on.

MaxMon
/PS...sorry for spacing and content errors... can't seem to preview or edit my posts :(



A Sailor Makes the Midnight Rounds by MaxMon

Part I

Johnny nestled himself into the living room couch like a cat napping on a fleece comforter. It was mid-morning on a sunny day and he had the whole day off for a change; the house was quiet and he finally had a little time to himself.

As soon as he opened his book the doorbell rang without end; someone kept pushing the button time and time again. The noise out front startled the dog, which in turn evoked his girlfriend to billow from the bedroom, “John, get the door… and kick that dog in the ass… I’m trying to sl**p.” She always got grouchy when she worked the night shift, especially when someone woke her up.

“I got it, Sue… close the door and go back to sl**p.” It seemed more and more frequently that housework, making dinner and cleaning up after three women were his default responsibilities. He mumbled to himself, “Less sex and more work makes Johnny want to head for the hills…”

The person at the door thought the doorbell wasn’t enough, for they began to pound on the door. He ran from the far back living room to the front door vestibule in record time. As he approached, he heard a woman’s voice yell, “Come on… open the frigging door!” He recognized it was Tina, who spent the night at her friend’s house across town. As soon as he began to open the door Tina pushed her way through saying, “I forgot my keys and I have to pee… real bad…”

She was Sue’s oldest daughter, who was always in a rush. Be it late for her nursing classes, late for her Volleyball games or late for dinner, she was constantly in turmoil and in a state of anxiety. Now, at 20 years young, it seemed every young man in college was dropping by the house looking for her. It was understandable, since she was lean, tan and fun to be around. In fact, she was the kind of girl he used to hound in his youth, so he felt empathy for her young callers, especially when Tina was out with someone else.

Both Tina and Joy looked beautiful and sexy- just like their mother, but in different ways. Sue joked with them about this on occasion, remarking, “Tina inherited my long legs and high-fashion cheekbones; Joy inherited my big tits and firm ass.” In this regard, Tina’s striking blonde hair and blue eyes must have come from her father’s side, as did her tall, picturesque hourglass figure. Johnny felt, if Tina so desired, she could become quite a successful fashion model.

At barely eighteen, Joy was developing into what they referred to back in his Marines days as a young woman “built like a brick shithouse.” Standing 5’1” and boasting firm 38D breasts (her mother referred to her as “missile tits” because they didn’t sag in the least), a lean twenty-three inch waist and incredibly well shaped muscular buttocks, Joy was the epitome of voluptuousness. Her shoulder length brunette hair was so lush and full of life, at sixteen she was approached by an agency to audition for a Breck-girl shampoo commercial. Even more notable than her fit body and silky hair were her fiery eyes; they seemed to blaze like a jungle-cat when she became emotional. He envisioned Joy resembled more closely what Sue looked like when she was her age, but Joy was even more buxom and softer in her facial composition.

Now, approaching 40 and working a desk job as a nursing supervisor, Sue took on 30 pounds of extra baggage. He couldn’t get her to work out with him for all the tea in china. She also seemed less interested in sex and more interested in ice cream. During the past year their sexual activities went from a daily occurrence to less than once a week, which left him in a state of constant frustration.

The young women at the local gym hit on him even frequently, though he was much older. He found himself flirting and took great pleasure in their comments about how well he took care of himself, that he looked as if he were in his early thirties, as opposed to his real age of forty-four.

Johnny flopped back down on the couch, grabbed his book and tried to place himself in a relaxed state of mind. A moment later Joy casually walked into the living room sl**py eyed and eating a bowl of Cheerios, quietly humming a song he did not recognize. He did his best to ignore her and focus on reading.

She asked, “Are you still reading that same book… I thought you’d be done with that by now.”

“I keep getting interrupted.” He turned to look at her scornfully, brow furrowed, but she paid him no attention. She was dressed in a thin white cotton nightshirt that barely covered her panties. He said, “Your mom would not be pleased if she saw you wearing that outfit in the living room, Joy… why don’t you go put a robe on.”

“Why? You can’t see anything… and I’m wearing panties.” Not thinking about what she was doing- perhaps still partly asl**p- she lifted her shirt to her navel and looked down at her pink panties, before letting it drop back down.

Johnny tried to not look, but she looked beautiful as she sauntered about the room not fully awake, oblivious to how he might feel by her display of natural sensuality. To make matters worse, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could see the outline of her pert nipples as they undulated against the sheer cotton.

This kind of thing- revealing more of her body to him- was new to Joy. And Johnny knew she wouldn’t even consider dressing as such if her mother were not sl**ping. It seemed that Joy’s exhibitionist-like behavior was related to an incident that occurred a few weeks earlier, an altercation that created great friction in the house.

What happened was that when Sue came home from work that day her daughters did not hear her open the garage door. Upon entering the house she heard Joy and Tina laughing amidst moans of a woman in bliss, and grunts that sounded somewhat familiar.

She heard Tina say, “I didn’t know a guy could be that big! I haven’t had a cock anywhere near that big yet.”

Joy replied, “She seems to like it… I guess mom does, too. I’m starting to feel really horny myself, for some reason."

On the 60” big screen TV, a much younger Johnny sat on a recliner wearing a sailor’s cap and nothing else, his incredibly large cock embedded deep in the throat of some slutty-looking blonde.

Sue said, “What the fuck are you watching?”

Startled, the two s****rs both dove for the remote on the coffee table and Joy quickly fumbled with it as if it were a football, trying to turn off the video. It fell to the carpet and slid under the coffee table.

“Where did you get this?” She had no idea Johnny had acted in porno movies. She yelled, “Turn that shit off, Joy… and what the fuck is Johnny doing in a porno movie?” This last question she asked herself more so than her daughters. Joy turned the set off.

Sue grabbed the DVD case from the table. In large red-script font, the title read, “A Sailor Makes the Midnight Rounds.” There was a picture of Johnny in a sailor’s uniform e****ting two women onto a pleasure yacht.

“Trixie gave it to me- she found it in a pile of her dad’s movies. She recognized Johnny and leant it to me,” Tina said somewhat flippantly.

Sue scratched her head and wondered why Johnny didn’t tell her about this. Now, her daughters had seen it. She recalled that Trixie’s parents were members of the same church and a wave of anxiety flowed through her shocked body.

“Oh… my… god… I can’t believe this!” she said in disgust.

Tina said, “Well, at least he used to be quite the stud in his day…”
“…Yeah, Mom, Isn’t that what you always tell me… be good at anything you do?” Joy exclaimed.

Tina laughed at this comment and said to Joy, “At least now we know why we hear mom yelling so loud she wakes us up.”

Sue smirked and stomped her foot in anger, not hearing much of anything. “I’m going to kill him… I’m going to throw his ass out in the street… the son of a bitch never told me he used to be a porno star, the bastard.” She threw the case onto the table and it bounced onto the floor.

Later that day, when Johnny got home from work they got into a huge argument. He truthfully told her he felt mortified the movie found its way into the hands of her daughters, that he only made this one movie, and did so under duress, “because I needed money to pay my rent.” It took a few days sl**ping on the couch, but eventually she calmed down.

Neither Joy nor Tina brought the subject up with him, but he noticed Joy was treating him differently. She wore sexier clothes around the house, especially when her mother was not around. He felt concerned their relationship was changing and in a way he knew might bode trouble.

Sue noticed this, too, and he overheard a confrontation between them in the hallway the previous evening. Sue said in a pressured, yet quiet voice, “I see how you are looking at him now; I saw you staring at his crotch while he wasn’t looking. You had best keep those boobs to yourself or you will find yourself without a home, my dear missy big tits.”

He heard joy snip back, “I don’t know what you are talking about. Besides, you don’t seem all that interested in fucking him much anymore anyway, so don’t take it out on me.”

While he read his book Johnny tried to avoid looking at Joy from the corner of his eye, but she was now silhouetted by the morning sunlight coming through the window, her loose fitting shirt almost transparent. He could see the outline of her taught torso and how her breasts made the shirt stand out far from the rest of her body. He put down his book and closed his eyes.

Tina streamed out of the bathroom and walked quickly to the kitchen. “Boy, that was a close one… I had to go bad.” She took one look at Joy standing by the window and said, “If Mom sees you out here with just that on she is going to give you hell… that shirt is real thin, Joy.”

She stepped away from the window staring at Tina’s short white skirt and said,”At least I am wearing panties, Tina. Are you wearing any today?” She knew her s****r liked to wear her skirts and dresses without anything on underneath.

Tina didn’t want to get into an argument with her. “I’m late for class… I’ll see you all later.” She walked past Joy giving her a hateful look, but Joy followed her into the kitchen a few paces behind her, her eyes blazing. A scuffle ensued, and Tina burst out into the adjoining garage with Joy on her heels.

He heard Joy say, “Here, you can wear my panties to school...”

Tina exclaimed, “Cut that shit out, you bitch… I wouldn’t be caught in those ugly looking things anyway.”

Tina got into her car and drove off, and Joy returned to the kitchen as if nothing happened. She went back to humming her song while eating. She casually returned to the living room and turned on the TV. Kim Kardashian appeared on screen talking to her lanky s****r about something or other. She sat down on the chair next to the couch with her legs crossed.

Watching Kim on the show, Joy said, “I’ve got a much hotter body than her… her breasts are fake and some people say she even has a fake butt, too.”

Not sure what to say, he said, “The younger s****r is much prettier than the other two. I hate this show.” He looked for the remote and saw Joy was holding it. He also noticed her shirt rode up to her hip, that he could see a good portion of her ass; she was no longer wearing her pink panties.

Now somewhat annoyed by the commotion, he said, “What happened to your panties, Joy? You know, this kind of thing is what will get you in deep shit with your mother.”

She ignored his comment, but noticed he was looking at her exposed ass cheek. “You know, I’m a great dancer and I think I’d be a classy stripper… if I wanted to.”

Staring at the TV, and the reflection of Joy in the glass, he said disgusted, “Your Mom would be thrilled with you. If you think she is tough with you now…”
“I hear they make a lot of money.”

“Frankly, you don’t have the body for it- you are too short and busty… most of the good ones are tall and long legged… like Tina.”

Joy did not like this comparison to her s****r. She changed the subject. “…Mom was sure upset with you about making those porno movies when you were in your twenties. I heard you tell her that you only made one.” She hesitated for a moment, then continued, “What do you think she will do when she finds out you made at least twelve of them?”

He pulled himself to a sitting position and looked at her. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s a good thing Mom hates computers because I did a search and found all kinds of stuff. Do you want to see? I was able to find seven of them at a file sharing site.”

“You did what? Where did you find more movies?” His face reddened with embarrassment and concern that the poor choices he made in his youth loomed refreshed on the Internet.

“I haven’t shown them to Tina yet, but I’d bet she will enjoy them as much as I did. Did you know she has slept with 20 guys at college already and she has only been going there for two years? She said she hasn’t done it with someone like you yet, though…”

“…Don’t change the subject, Joy. This is serious. If your mom found out she would kill me.”

With a coy smile and a sly Cheshire-cat grin Joy said, “Mom said she is having a hard time trusting you lately- since a few weeks ago. I bet she would go ballistic.”

Johnny put his hands to his head and rubbed his temples. “Please, Joy, is it that you don’t respect me anymore, that you want to ruin things between me and your mom?”

In a matter of fact tone Joy said, “I know you two haven’t been getting along of late. I wouldn’t tell mom, but you can guess that Tina and her big mouth will tell her for sure.”

“Don’t tell her ether, Joy, I’m begging you. I really like living here and hope to work things out with your mom.”

“I like that one scene where you and those two hot girls make it on the beach. I haven’ made it with a girl yet, but with someone as exotic as those two I might do it. You made them orgasm all over the place.”

She was being cruel; sighting a past he hoped was long forgotten. “Please, Joy, don’t do this to me.”

She laughed sardonically and said, “Those girls are so amazed by your dick they got out a ruler to measure it… nine and a half inches?”

“…Come on, Joy, stop talking about this. It is making me uncomfortable. What, you don’t like me anymore and want to see me move out?”

“… and seven and a half inches thick?” She took her right hand and encircled her left wrist. “You are like this fat?”

“I don’t want to talk about those movies or my dick, Joy. That was a long time ago and I regret ever making them.” He squirmed around and rubbed his cheek in a state of anxiety, resting his arms on his knees, not sure what he could do about the situation.

Joy could see he was troubled, so she got up and sat down next to him on the couch. She put her hand on the back of his neck as if to comfort him.

“Well… you certainly have me over a barrel, Joy. I can’t believe those movies are on the internet now. I’m so screwed. I hoped they were so old… hoped to god no one would convert them to DVD. Now, they are on the Internet… no wonder those girls at the gym were giving me the eye.”

“You’re not as screwed as all those girls. Now, they were really screwed…” she laughed, “by a professional.”

He sat back and sighed. “I’m so screwed even if you don’t tell your s****r, Joy. I don’t know what to do.”

She stretched out on the couch, and put her head in his lap, looking up at him sulk. Her shirt rode up well beyond her hips now. She stretched, raising her hands behind her back, her firm abdominal muscles and pelvic bone exposed along with a thin well shaven tuft of her pubic hair.

Johnny looked up and read her body language. He could see she was getting off on tormenting him, getting excited by his despair.

“So, this is how it is going to be with me and you? Are you sure you want to go that way, Joy? If your mom comes out and sees you like that…”

“…I saw her take a sl**ping pill and you know she is dead to the world when she takes one of those. She won’t hear us in here with the door closed… you play your surround sound movies in here and I can’t even hear it in my bedroom.”

She got up and moved in front of the TV, blocking his view. She slowly took off her shirt. Joy stood there naked with a big smile and turned to expose her ass, which she jiggled, grabbing her tits and squeezing them in a stance like a stripper working the crowd on stage.

Johnny could not help but watch, as she leaned over and grabbed her ankles in a fluid motion, exposing her pussy, looking through her legs at Johnny staring back at her.

“Besides, it’s only sex. It’s not like we are robbing the bank or something.”
Joy touched herself and groaned softly. She began to breathe heavily, turned on by the situation. She felt delectably naughty.

He said, “If I fuck you good, do you promise to delete those files and never talk about my porno career ever again?”

She stood back up, turned and looked at him with a mix of sincerity and lust. The playfulness went out of her voice. She said in a surprisingly serious tone, “I bet she will find out eventually, but I promise it will not be my doing.”

Joy kneeled between Johnny’s legs and let her heavy breasts rest on his knees. She leaned into him, her eyes burning into him, kindled by lust. As they kissed she ran her hands from his knees up his thighs until she found his impressive limp cock pressing against the light fabric of his pants. She groaned and prodded him through his khakis. She said, “Ohhh, my…,” but didn’t finish her sentence. She slowly pulled away from their kiss and he could tell by look on her face she was very curious about him. She didn’t say anything for a while, just fondled him, looking at his growing bulge.

“Fuck, it feels a lot bigger than I thought. Stand up so I can see it. I’ve wanted to suck on your cock ever since I first saw that movie. ”

He stood up, leaned over the couch and pushed the heavy oak door closed, then dropped his pants to the ground, quickly stepping out of them.

“Wholly sit, that’s huge and it isn’t even all the way hard yet…”she stared at him with desire, nad her lustful eyes lit up the room. Enthusiastically, she said, “Let me suck it hard for you.”

Within a minute the bl**d rushed into his organ and Joy struggled to keep the head inside of her mouth. She tried to get her hand around his stiffening member, but it was far too big for her to encircle with her tiny hand- much thicker than her wrist- so she used both hands to stroke it. He could tell she was having mixed thoughts, stopping to look at it with trepidation.

“I guess we could try and get the first few inches in, but I don’t think much more than that I’m afraid. You sure are a lot bigger than what I thought…”
“…I’ll be gentle, Joy… we don’t have to do this if you changed your mind.” The choice already made, he hoped she wouldn’t back off now.

She began sucking him with greater enthusiasm, trying to emulate the women she had seen in the movies, and doing a great job of it, too. They got into a 69 position on the floor. He licked and fingered her pussy and asshole until she came quickly to orgasm, moaning a guttural groan Johnny feared might be heard ten miles away. He maintained his focus and intensity, feeling her abs spasm, then relax.

As she came a second time, Joy pulled her body up, still jerking his cock. Feeling her come turned him on and brought him over the brink. He exploded in her hands with a powerful upward stream that might have hit the ceiling, if her face and hair were not in the line of fire. Loads of his come struck her; an accumulation of two weeks abstinence poured out of him in quantity. Just when she though he was done, another spasm of thick sperm pulsed out at him… and another… and another. She loved it, chuckling gleefully: her chest and face were soaked as if she were hit by a super-soaker squirt-gun. What little splattered back onto his torso she licked-up, then continued to suck on him gently.

After another five minutes of sucking and stroking his cock, Joy was impressed a man his age could maintain an erection, especially after coming such a huge load. She stood up, turned around and sat back down on his mid-section.

Johnny said, “Fuck that was nice. Where did you learn to suck a cock like that? You know, we really don’t have to fuck, since we both had great orgasms…”

She ignored his comment and grasped his hard cock, holding it against her belly with both hands. She fondled the mushroom shaped head with her fingers- still exploring its length stretching above her belly button- and rubbed his balls.

The head of his dick entered her slowly, giving him an intense sensation since he came only moments ago, and gave her unexpected stimulation she had never felt before. She panted hard, working his girth into her pussy without difficulty, taking her time, moving about for just the right angle while kissing him passionately. She yelped in pain, then groaned in pleasure, then moaned as the thickest part of his manhood moved into her, stretching her labia and pushing the hood of her clit back. Joy blinked uncontrollably, her face making an open mouthed high pitched moan. The pressure on her stretching pussy felt delectable.

He moved to rest on his elbows so he could suck on her tits while she glided his dick into her. She was just as tight as her mother, he thought. After a while- perhaps five minutes- she was bouncing on top of him, riding him.

“That feels pretty fucking big…,” she moaned, “… real fucking big… and it hurts pretty fucking good, too.”

She moved her hands to cup her cum-drenched tits, tweaking her nipples in the process while Johnny pulled her onto him. Her body relaxed and she sat still for a while, before beginning a rhythmic movement, pushing him out of her with strong muscular contractions, then sliding back down again so she could feel his balls against her ass. She leaned back, her arms thrust out behind her and pushed herself up and down with her feet straddling his chest.

They stopped talking all together after that. Joy became quiet as a church mouse; her eyes crossed and glossed over. Her body began to quiver and her belly rippled.

All of a sudden she screamed time and time again. He felt her pussy exude a fluid of her own in a gush, making him slip into her with greater ease.

“Oh, I never… I didn’t know I could do that… ohhh, fuck… you feel so good…. I can’t believe…” Her words trailed off as she came again.

Johnny took this opportunity to drive up into her like a piston on a race car, thrusting her up, pulling her back down onto him by her hips. Leaning up, he worked both of his middle fingers into her ass somehow and she bucked harder, saying, “Yes, ohhh… what are you doing to me… fuck that feels… I’m coming again… I’m coming again…”

Ten more minutes of frenzied fucking and Joy fell off his dick, rolled onto her back spent. She pulled her legs up to her chest, saying, “Holly fuck… ohhhh… what was that? I never squirted before.” Her thigh muscles spasmed in after-shock. She laughed uncontrollably.

She could see he wanted more of her, but she needed time to recuperate. “Can you give me a time out? I’m in need of some time here.”

He paid her no mind and mounted her missionary style. He said in a whisper, “You need be taught a lesson, you fucking bitch.” He pounded his dick into her pussy with abandoned concern for how she felt. He fucked her hard, and could feel Joy was in pain. He watched her make the transition, as she moved past the pain and into a state of sheer lust. She looked enchantingly beautiful, if not possessed.

Joy said, holding onto his neck, her feet pushing against his ass, “Yes… teach me a fucking lesson with that cock… fuck me hard… ohhhhhh… woooow… you are so deep… so deep… push it all into me…” She reached down and fingered her clit, on occasion grabbing the base of his cock so she could feel it was almost all the way in, and she was amazed it didn’t hurt her at all anymore. It was so thick, the pressure it created heaving in and out of her- stretching her pussy- drove her wild. She came again, trying to meet his thrusts by raising her pelvis off the carpet with her powerful legs.

Johnny didn’t miss a stroke, swinging one leg on top of his shoulder, then the other. Her ass rose up and he was able to give her his full measure. He increased his pace to what he referred to as ‘thunder-mode’, an all-out offensive to make both of them come.

Beads of perspiration rolled down Joy’s cheeks while she pushed her tiny feet tightly against his neck. Her eyes let out a stream of tears that rolled down her cheeks; her face and chest became flush, uncontrollably moving her head from side to side; he could see she was in the throes of a multiple orgasm. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and her eyelids blinked endlessly.

He sat up and buried himself into her and stopped moving, which resulted in Joy wriggling and gyrating beneath him, pulling on his arms, trying to push back. For good measure he thrust two fingers into her asshole, moving them in and out rapidly. She was dead silent, holding her breath in, beyond moans and groans. He squeezed her tits hard and spanked her ass a few times.

Joy threw her arms to her sides, and let out a heavy gasp, coughed a few times as drool oozed out of the sides of her mouth. She punched lightly against his chest, slowly coming back to consciousness. By the time she realized what was happening he had pulled out of her and lay down on her hot sweaty body, licking her nipples, moving his hands to grasp her meaty, firm ass. She hugged him tightly until she calmed down.

“I never came like that before; I must have passed out for a moment.”

Once Joy seemed recovered he moved up so he could fuck her tits. She pushed her breasts together, opened her mouth and caught the head of his dick each time he pushed through, watching the pleasure on his face when she flicked her tongue.

He straddled her so his long dick was suspended above her mouth, and she sucked him until he came in a f***eful orgasm, drinking down a small mouthful of his come, moaning in delight, the rest of it spilling out onto her face. She could not believe he came so much.

Johnny sprawled out onto the carpet next to her exhausted. Joy got up slowly, now starting to feel sore, knowing her pussy was really swollen by the big dick pounding she received moments ago. She moved toward the adjoining bathroom to find a towel so she could clean up a bit, but when she turned she saw that her mother was standing in the door, arms folded, looking at her slick body with emotionless eyes.

She said quietly, “Oh, fuck!” Joy wished her mom were angry, as opposed to the blank stare she received.

Her mother was staring at her chin, and Joy touched it. She felt a long gob of come was dangling from it. She wiped her hand across her lower lip and chin, looked at the hand full of thick white come, then rubbed it onto her chest. She turned to Johnny, who lay with his eyes closed, still breathing hard, unaware of Sue’s presence.

She said in an understatement, “I think we are in trouble.”

{To be continued?)