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Watching the Boys Part 11
Date: 6/11/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Interracial Sex, Author: bttmjerguy
... limo behind him. We both slowly walked up to the intimidating front door ahead of us. I could tell even Bryan felt a bit intimidated as he grabbed my hand and held it. It was a massive wooden door at least eight feet wide and the only part of the house that wasn't white. We approached the door and rang the buzzer. There was a brief pause that seemed to last forever but I'm sure was shorter than we thought. Finally we heard a click and the massive door slowly swung out. The door was so big we had to step back to make room for it as it slowly swung opened. What greeted us surprised both Bryan and me. Standing there was a boy, a blonde boy, he looked like he was no older than 15. He was dressed in only a pair of white board shorts and a welcoming smile. He had a beautiful, flawless tan and sun bleached hair. "Hi, you must be Frank and Bryan?" He said in a cheerful teen voice that sounded like it was just on the edge of breaking. "My name is Leif, like on a tree." He smiled. "Come in please and I'll take you to my master." We entered through the massive front door and into, what reminded me of an M.C. Escher drawing with stairs and levels going in every direction. And everything was white. We followed Leif through the main entryway into a large living room with an extremely high ceiling that had a fantastic view of the beach and the Atlantic Ocean beyond. There was a large white leather sectional that encircled the center of the room complete with white ...
... carpeting covering every inch of the massive room. "Wait here and my master will be with you shortly." The polite, sexy blond boy said to us as he exited down one of the hallways. I looked down at Bryan; his was looking around in awe at this huge mansion he was now in. I quickly handed him his shirt. "Put this back on. You should look presentable for Mister Grossa." I said in a panic. Bryan looked at me like I was crazy as he slowly took it out of my hands but didn't put it on. "Well? Put it on. I'm sure he doesn't want to see you like this." I continued. "He looks fine." A deep booming voice spoke from across the room. Bryan and I looked in the direction of the voice approaching us. He was a tall muscular man with chiseled good looks and a dark tan. He was wearing a white silk shirt with the front unbuttoned half way down that showed off his fabulous set of abs and slightly hairy, muscular chest. Completing his look was a pair of loose cotton pants. He was also barefoot just like his servant boy Leif who was following closely behind him. "Hello Mister Thompson, I am Mister Grossa and welcome to my home." He said as he reached out and shook my hand in a firm masculine hand shake. He then glanced down at Bryan who looked up in awe at the imposing man in front of him. He stepped closer to Bryan and caressed the side of his face as Bryan melted into Mister Grossa's hand like a cat wanting to be stroked. "You must be the Bryan I've heard ...