Unholy Vocation Ch. 03

Jarris Gregory will meet Cantrel Jackson, a man Jarris's late Mother Sherrie had been with a number of times during her separation from her husband Donnie. Jarris has many of Cantrel's features, rumors were dispelled by paternity testing, however a letter has found it's way to Cantrel.

The letter indicates Cantrel is Jarris's father and was mailed by Sherries friend and cancer surgeon as promised on Sherrie's death bed.

Donnie is busy with a current paternity situation having bedded a young nun, getting information six months later he was still producing sperm from a botched vasectomy.

Cantrel flew back from Chicago, to visit his mother and size up how to change everyone's lives that were involved.

A Mother's wisdom

Cantrel landed at the airport and like every visit he stayed in his childhood home, in his room, still adorned with his trophies and works from high, middle and primary school. He call Viv upon landing, chatting briefly before arriving home where his Mother was sitting, ready with coffee and to discuss life's happenings with her youngest youngest son.

Cantrel climbed the steps, the morning being warm for the season, getting a big hug and the most predictable first question of the day.

"Have you figured out when you're asking Viv?" His Mom said, they had been talking on the phone and for months about him purchasing a ring and she was getting anxious. "That girl is one of a kind."

"I'm thinking this summer somewhere, or spring break," Cantrel Jackson answered looking had his 72 year old Mother, Klarissa Jackson who handed him coffee.

"Don't wait too long boy, she's a hottie and there has to be other sharks circling the water," Klarissa said, leading them into the sun room, the morning just beginning, Cantrel woke like she did, before the dawn every morning, they sat looking into the wooded back yard. "Does she want kids?"

"I've told you Ma, we're both not sure at our age....but" He paused taking a sip.

"Oh don't torture me boy," she said with a smile.

"We're thinking of adoption, a couple teens who need a break, something like that," Cantrel said, the switched subjects quickly. "How's church?"

"You missed Sherrie Gregory's funeral," his Mom said with a knowing frown. "You were close with her and her husband."

"I was in Cancun on business that week," Cantrel said in a lie, nor did he chastise her for not calling and flat out missing the funeral notice. "Ill be meeting up with Donnie here real soon."

Cantrel wasn't about to tell his mother about the letter Sherrie had sent, she already blamed Cantrel for almost breaking the couple up.

"It's a good thing you moved away, you and she had..."

"MA! That's enough," Cantrel said having scolded her over and over about how she felt Sherrie was smitten with him, his mother not knowing the depths of the relationships. Cantrel was still unresolved how he was going to present the information to Donnie and ask for a paternity test on the man's youngest son.

"You and Donnie were friends in high school, ran together, it's all so sad for that family," Klarissa said.

"I'm heading to the gym for a workout, see you later," Cantrel said, left the sun room and head to get ready for a lift kissing Klarrisa on the cheek getting a smile.

Maria awoke and went to the small side room where Jason set up a spot to pray and meditate, do yoga and a small desk she requested to journal. She had written so much down in her life, her feelings about her relationship with, God, Jesus and Love, wanting to someday publish a book, especially now that her insight had been developed on both sides of celibacy.

She was kneeling in front of a small crucifix and picture of Christ, her head was down and she was asking for strength over and over. It was hard to play house with Jason, knowing she had just taken Donnie and was praying the child in her womb was the older man's baby, not her first love.

"Hi," Jason said to Maria when she made an appearance at the table. "I made you some tea....you okay? You were a little off last night."

She had gotten some clarity, praying for two hours yesterday and this morning, it just hit her how this needed to be handled.

"The baby may be Donnie Gregory's baby," Maria said, intending to tell him the truth about that situation without telling him she'd already fucked Donnie again. "Dr. Phillips and he approached me yesterday with information from Sherrie autopsy that indicated Donnie's vasectomy didn't fully take."

"I see...that's a lot," Jason said, moving to her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Does that change us? If the baby's not mine?"

"I don't know right now?" Maria said and started crying. "He wants me regardless."

"Wants you?" Jason said, confused then a bit pissed. "He's practically twice your age..."

"I don't know what to do," Maria said, still pinned against his chest, sitting while he stood besides her. "It's all too much too fast."

"You'd leave me?" He said, now backing away.

"I....DON'T......KNOW!!!" She said raising her voice with each word. "It's not a FUCKING easy question to answer!"

"Were you WITH him yesterday?" Jason said, sensing the feelings she had for this older man and why would the resurface without some sort of reconnection. She paused, long, looking at him, not having the strength to answer with a lie or the truth. Jason saw the answer in her eyes. "You WERE....You FUCKED him yesterday! Jesus Christ, we fucked yesterday!"

The roller coaster of emotions whipping Maria around, getting caught, the words welling up with her tears.

"Maria!" Jason shouted as she passed out, her head bouncing on the tile floor.

(Donnie's Voice)

"Holy SHIT! MAN!" I screamed seeing Cantrel, he went from CrossFit to full on body builder, he was exploding through his t-shirt, tight sweats, walking into the Cafe, getting a full on bear hug from me.

"Good to see you too Donnie, hey sorry for you loss and sorry I didn't get to you sooner," Cantrel said, feeling like shit.

"Your 'handler' said you've been hard to pin down," I said, my hand lingering on his shoulder then letting him go. "I wanted to call when she was slipping away, but Sherrie didn't want you to see her like...."

"No worries man, I don't think I could have handled it, I mean we said goodbye forever years ago and I meant it for everyone's sake," Cantrel said knowing the promises we had made to each other when he left. "I get it and understand why you kept me away...it sounded awful."

"Oh? Who did you talk to," I realized he had no info, so was curious who let him know.

"Um...I had a workout at the gym and ran into some people," he said, then looked at him. "We've never bullshitted each other, right?"

"Nope...we've been straight with each other," I said thinking the ironic nature of our conversation. "I mean you were quick to tell me when it was over with us and you were moving out."

"Yeah, I...Shit!" Cantrel said, pushing back a whole other messy situation and diving right into the one on his mind he had to clear up. "I'm a self-made man being successful acting on information as soon as it becomes available."

"Okay, you're scaring me," I said, sitting back.

Cantrel pulled a manilla envelope out of his bag, opened it and pulled out a hand written letter, two different types of penmanship, then handing me an official looking set of papers.

"I received the first one yesterday this week and got the second set of papers this morning at the bank," he said. "They're documents left by Sherrie, forging my signature to set up co-access to a safety deposit box you obviously have no idea about."

"Shit, that's right...no clue," I said, taking the papers and I just looked at him, then said what I said the minute he met with me 18 years ago. "Things are about to get real."

"You got that right, brutha," Cantel said and I began to read.

Life Support

Jason walked slowly around the emergency room, the image of the EMT on the gurney pumping Maria's chest to keep blood flowing to her body and to her baby's body had him in a trance. They told him to stay out there and they'd contact him as soon as she was stabilized.

He kept pacing.

An hour later he was met by a nurse, his face expressionless, Jason read this as bad news.

"She's in the ICU, getting set up," he said. "You're her finance', correct?"

"Yes..yes I am," Jason said, moving closer.

"Call her relatives because we've put her in an induced coma after getting her heart going again, her vitals are good, but she was coding for a concerning amount of time," the young man said. "You have to be ready for any news at any time. Please contact those closest to her."

"Oh Christ..." He said, looking down. "I..I'll do that..."

Night Shift

"YES! TRAVIS! FUCK YES! SLAM INTO ME HARDERRRRRRR!" Denise Phillips cried out into the air of her apartment, Travis Frank, a fellow doctor, former boyfriend who she recently began yearning for his cock at every turn. "GOD DAMMMITTTT RIDE ME!!!"

Travis's body hovered above her, his hands out, her legs behind her head, touching her only with his cock, driving his hips and weight into her, the blonde air splayed out, the top of her head against the headboard of the bed. They had fucked in the storeroom that afternoon and she demanded he come by after his shift for more.

"FUCKING CUNT!" He screamed, she liked the degradation his snarl coming from two months of pushing him aside. "I've got MORE where that came from!"

He spun her around, pushed her down, his hand in the middle of her back, her legs still bent in the opposite direction, sliding his cock out of one hole and pressing the head and ramming it deep into her ass while she was contorted and bent.

"OHHH GOD! FUCK! TRAVIS! YOUR COCK! OHHH! YESSS!!!" she exclaimed, his dick pushing deeper and deeper into her ass, taking some dominance she had refuted for the past two months. Denise liked a hard fuck, only breaking it off after she found texts to several nurses on his phone. "JEEESSSUSSSSS!!! HHHHH!!!! OHHH!!! FUCK!!!!"

Travis hammered her ass, she feeling him stretching and burrowing in places untouched since they were last together. They could hear her phone ringing, both being doctors, he knew and quicken his pace.

"Don't YOU MOVE BITCH!" He cried out, now slamming and pulling her harder and harder. "TAKE IT!!!"

She felt his release, pushing in her ass, her legs unbending and laying out, her face buried in the covers, her body his to devour which he did finishing deep inside her

He pulled out, ran naked to the living room where the phone was, she laid there, the aura of two orgasms pulsing through her body, his cum leaking out her ass and cunt, she had gotten him back just in time.

"Hospital...I'll see you tomorrow" He threw her phone on the bed, gathered his things to shower and head back to his apartment.

There was a voice mail from the lead doctor that simply said, "Need you here, multiple situations..."

"Interesting," she said, her body sore and satisfied, Travis's cum inside her, she had reclaimed her dominance outside the bedroom.

Daddy issues

"It's like that?" I asked Cantrel, reading the letter from my dead wife proclaiming Jarris Cantrel's son, leading him to a secret safety deposit box in his name with the proof.

"It's like that, yes." Cantrel said, taking the papers I lobbed at him in frustration, the years of rumors and conjecture were apparently true, a ruse pulled off by my wife and an unknown doctor. "I just found this out, man, Jarris just lost his Mother and while he'd be gaining a father in a way he'd be losing one at the same time."

"I raised that young man, he's MY son!" I exclaimed, fists on the table, getting a few patrons to turn around and I shrunk down.

"I don't know exactly what to do here," Cantrel said, my head now in my hands not talking, not thinking, just wishing Sherrie was here to confront, to yell at, I wanted to scream but knew where Was at, what making more of a scene would do. I imagined her telling his black ass to shove it, he was our son, I wanted to, but somewhere in he back of my head I knew this day might come.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, I let it go, I was dizzy, nauseous, wondering why this had to happen now, why not just back then. It might have...It might have...

"Cantrel you know how we left it...you know...what if we..." I started when a police officer touched my shoulder.

"Are you Donnie Gregory? He asked.

"Yes..." I said hesitantly, thinking OMG what has Jarris done, or happened to him.

"You're needed at the hospital," the officer said not resolving any of my fears

"Fuck...." I exclaimed and left Cantrel sitting there, everything unresolved...everything.

Coming Clean

Dr. Phillips, fresh from taking from Dr. Frank's cock over and over, got the hospital and immediate was brought up to speed on Maria Jaminez in the ICU and her status as well as several other pressing cases. Dr. Phillips just shaking her head, wondering if Donnie Gregory was coming by, looking at Jason pacing in the waiting room.

On cue Donnie came into the ICU area doors, looking for the desk.

"Sir, may I help you," The receptionist asked.

"I've got it Janelle," Dr. Phillips said waving her off, meeting me (Donnie's voice now) on the other side of the desk.

"Where is she??" I asked frantically, getting the message from Jason about an accident and coma after the police officer informed me I was needed here.

"In the other room, she's unconscious on purpose, she fell and, we'll there's swelling on the brain," Dr. Phillips said.

"God Damnit Dr. Phillips..." I said frustrated, turning and walking around aimless. "I can't see her?"

"Her finance' Jason is in with her," The amazingly sexy middle aged blonde doctor said. "Can you ask him if I can go back."

"In a minute, we need a word," she said, my face crumpling with confusion. "Follow me."

"Jesus Christ!" I said in frustration following her into the back office.

Home meeting

"Oh Baby, you want it how?" CeeCee asked Jarris, both had stripped naked after BB practice and Jarris getting a lift in afterwards, his muscles strong and formed, her hands were on his giant thighs, she was staring at his ginormous dick.

"You know that social media girl, that says 'spit on that thang', it's so you can take it all," Jarris said, looking down at his beautiful girlfriend, asking her to swallow his cock. "It's lubrication she's talking about."

CeeCee had only been able to get 1/4 of his large penis inside her mouth and would basically stroke him until he came. He had been hinting at her 'deep throating' him for months and since it was his birthday, she was down on her knees awaiting instructions how to give him his birthday present.

"Shit, this is what Jazzy talks about she does..." CeeCee said, her face getting above his cock, drizzling down some spit, her hand now under his head pooling some. "Then rub it in?"

"Yes Baby, spit three or four times and rub it in then slide it back and push onto it, into your throat, bring it back out, three or four more times and that's supposed to be enough," Jarris answered, looking down, his lips pursed and ready to feel it penetrate her throat.

Her breasts were suspended just in front of his cock, an amazing sight seeing her drizzle spit down onto his cock, rubbing it, repeating, she was such a willing participant, wanting to please. He felt her hand move easier on his shaft and she looked at his cock in amazement.

"Okay...let's try," she said, putting her lips over the head and pushing onto it, holding her head straight out. Jarris felt it move further back past where it would get to before, he rotated his hips forward. "GAHFFTTTT....ULGmmmfftt...."

Jarris was about 1/2 in now, twice as far! CeeCee's eyes were wide looking up at him, then pulling back, the length moving slowly out, kissing the tip and swirling her tongue around it's beautiful head.

"I think I've got this Baby," CeeCee said then spit on it again three times, rubbing it in and then swiftly impaling herself, her hands on his hips, pulling him in, his cock pushing forward past the 1/2 way point, 3/4s now. "UGGHHMMMFFFTT! AHHFFFTT! GAFFFTTTTTT!"

She moaned on his cock, another fraction of an inch further back, his hands went to her head, pushing her deeper, lips getting closer to his balls. She slid back one more time and thrust herself all the way there, lips against it's base, the path cleared, slick and ready.

She slid it out, and just to be sure he knew she was his, that she was going to grant him his birthday wish, looking up at him, spitting on that thang one more time, said.

"Baby, I've got you, now ride my face till you fill my belly," CeeCee said with a naughty grin, pushed onto his cock tip to balls, pulled back and did it again. Her moans were softer and focused, her eyes closed. "Mhhft...Mhhft...Mhhft...Mhhft...Mhhft...Mhhft...Mhhft...Mhhft...Mhhft.."

Jarris held her head, thrust his hips, they were getting a good rhythm, the tightness and wetness of her throat magically different that her pussy, there was a stiffness to the walls that pushed against the head and shaft of his cock.

"Mahhft...Mahhft...Mhahft...Mahhft...Mhahft...Mahhft...Mhhaft...Mhahft...Mhahft.." CeeCee continued to grunt, taking his long, thick shaft again and again.

"Ohhh CEE! OHHH! Close NOW! OHHH!" Jarris moaned.

"Mahhft...Mahhft...Mhahft...Mahhft..." she continued to take him in her throat.

"CUMMMMMMMINGGGGG!" Jarris exclaimed.

"UAGULFFFTTTT!" she exclaimed swallowing on his shaft then sliding it out, her lips on the tip, gurgling the cum, then smiling as she put her tongue out to get the subtle spurts still emanating from the head. "Mmmm Baby, it shot down and coated everything...mmmmmm"

"Oh Cee, Baby that was hot," Jarris's eyes were rolling forward from the back of his head to look at his smiling woman. "I Love you."

There was the pause, it was the first time he said it, her smile got bigger and she gobbled up the limp member in her mouth, folding it over, then released it, licking and sucking.

"I love you too," she said, he lowered to the floor, her hand was on his cock, kissing him now that most of his spunk was off her lips, he didn't like that thought, but the exchange of 'I love yous' plowed through that and she lay on him, kissing and fondling, trying to get him back to life to ride her man on his birthday. "There, we said it..."

"Yeah, and I mean it, Baby, please follow me to school next year," Jarris put a bold ask out there, naked and vulnerable, they hadn't discussed her college plans much, she hinted at going wherever he was playing ball.

"Baby, was there a question?" Her hand working him, it still flopping around, her mouth was on his nipple, then the other, his hand on her breast, CeeCee's legs crossing his stomach, still reaching back. She then did a quick turn around, her ass now moving to his face. "Eat me up while I bring you back."