The Founding Father Ch. 05

John was still riding a high from the day before.

Mundane tasks now seemed a bit more enjoyable. He was just flying through his day.

And then Kat came whooshing into his office, gently closing the door behind her.

"Boy, am I in trouble," she said, pulling up a chair beside John's desk.

"What's up?" John inquired.

"Abraham!" she belted out. "He is sooooooooo upset with me. John, I was almost in tears!?"

John now pulled back from his desk to face Kat directly.

"Why - what is he upset about?" he asked caringly.

"The photo shoot! He was so crushed - crushed - that he wasn't included. I told him, 'Abraham, you were in Boston!' And, John, we were on a tight schedule and Barbara wanted to get the shots so she could put them out..."

John just shook his head, unsure what to say.

"But...," Kat began. "I think I may have poured some oil on troubled waters. Only it's gonna take all of our efforts, including Barbara's."

John waited for her next remarks.

"John," she said gently, looking directly into his eyes and putting her hand on his knee. "Would you mind doing another shoot? With Abraham?"

Getting nude again for Kat, her daughters, and a plucky, brunette photographer surely didn't sound too bad.

"Yeah, that's no problem," John said without hesitation.

"Yeah? Oh, John, you're a dear," she said, giving him a warm embrace. "And just between us? Barb said she may not be able to use the shots of Abraham - due to time constraints and deadlines. She said she'll try. But if not? She can just send us what she took, and we'll just save them."

"Sounds like a plan," John said.

"Good, good, good," Kat answered him, hopping up from her chair. "That's a big relief."

*************

John strode into the kitchen one day to see Kat - showing major thigh in a pair of tight-fitting, cotton shorts - chatting away on the phone.

The cord was stretched all the way over to the other side of the table, where Kat reclined, her gorgeous legs resting up on the table, she leaning back comfortably in a chair.

The conversation went on for a good 10 or 15 minutes.

"That was Barry Bettersly," she told John. "He couldn't thank me enough for my last poker video. Said it helped him win 10 thousand dollars out in Vegas."

"Great!" John rejoiced.

Kat just seemed to have a magical touch.

*************

It was a beautiful Sunday morning when the second photo shoot took place at the Fairfax mansion.

They had all returned home from church at St. Francis' and had gone out to the pool area to rest and relax and await Barbara's arrival.

Barb thought it would be a hoot if the ladies remained in their church attire for the shoot. All four were stunning in their pastel-colored sun dresses.

John was still in his button-down shirt and slacks, and Abraham had gone inside.

"We really lucked out today with the weather," Kat remarked with a smile.

"We did," John agreed, the sun glistening off the still waters of the pool.

"I know that - oh jeez," Kat began, then was interrupted, laughing at what she saw.

Abraham came jogging out through the sliding glass doors, completely nude.

"Wow, somebody's ready for the photo shoot," Mary Ellen said encouragingly.

"Dressed in his Sunday best," Kat laughed.

"Or Sunday least," John quipped.

"Sunday least! I love it," Kat responded, cracking up and clapping.

Abraham tried to control his enthusiasm, however, walking over to the group and standing still. He rocked from side to side, like bolts of energy were surging through his big, burly frame.

"You ready for Portland?" Kat asked Abraham.

He simply nodded, the subject not stirring too much enthusiasm in him at the moment. His mind dwelled on other things.

"Abraham has a tournament coming up in Portland, Maine," Kat said, leaning into John.

"Ahhh," John replied.

Kat and Abraham went on chatting for a good 15 or so minutes about bowling. When Abraham jogged back inside for a bit to use the restroom, John had to offer his thoughts.

"Gotta hand it to ya, Kat. That's a hell of a poker face," he laughed.

"What do you mean?" she answered with a smile.

"Going on talking and talking, not even blinking, and all the while...," John described.

"What?" she persisted with a loving grin.

"That...elephant trunk is hanging right out in the open?" he prodded.

Kat had to laugh.

"His schlong?" she asked gently.

"Yes!" John declared.

"Hey, what's all the fuss about over here?" Mary Ellen asked, smoothly gliding over to them.

"Abraham's anatomical gift," Kat smiled.

"Oh, his gigantic penis?" Mary Ellen asked flatly.

Kat chuckled, and John followed suit.

"Wait. You've seen it already, haven't you? Didn't he show you? At the bowling alley?" Mary Ellen prodded.

"He did, but..."

"It's still kind of jarring," Kat remarked, with a wonderful smile, speaking for John.

Paige heard what the others were chatting about and had to offer her take.

"When he came jogging out, did you see it like FLOPPING from one leg to the other?" she described.

"Oh, God," Kat laughed.

"Hey, speaking of Abraham, why the heck do you still have your clothes on?" Sue criticized.

"She has a point, John," Kat quickly jumped in.

John couldn't argue. He was greatly outnumbered.

He already started to disrobe.

"Take your fuckin' clothes off," Sue laughed.

Kat smiled as John obediently and rapidly removed every last garment.

***************

Barbara arrived a little late but other than that, was as professional as ever.

Much of the shoot was a repeat of the other day, intermingling the gals with John, and now Abraham as well.

Talk was casual, anything from the weather to how long the homily went on that day in church.

"Okay, now let's go girl, boy, girl, boy, girl," Barb said easily, informing her subjects to line up in that order, standing shoulder to shoulder and facing her.

"To play up the contrast?" Kat asked innocently, just wanting to clarify the reason for this particular shot.

"Mm-mmm," Barbara answered. "The beauty is in the simplicity...just letting people know what's in store if they attend your event..."

"Oh, absolutely," Kat answered.

After a number of clicks of her camera, Barb switched it up a bit and took shots of John and Abraham posed individually with or two of the Fairfax sisters.

After a few rolls of film, Barb moved onto other ideas. She smiled, realizing it was time to include the inevitable pose.

Not incorporating Abraham's freakish size into at least one of the shots would be a total waste of a tremendous natural resource. Like the state of Vermont suddenly deciding to not tap its sugar maples.

"Mary Ellen and...actually all three of you...I want you stand around Abraham," Barbara began, nudging all three of them over and helping to arrange them. "I want you to look down at his dick, and kind of pretend to be in awe of its size..."

"What do you mean 'pretend?'" feigned Paige.

They did just that, and they didn't have to try too hard to be "in awe."

The girls came up with creative poses, anything from pointing to Abraham's monster penis while covering their mouth, to Sue putting both hands on her head, dumbstruck by the enormous trouser snake dangling before her.

"Great, great," gushed Barbara, the camera clicking away once again.

All of the girls - and Abraham - were having a great time. John too enjoyed the jovial, fun-spirited atmosphere.

"Barbara, I have to ask," Kat said, walking in closer. "With all of your dealings with adult films and photo shoots and what have you - have you ever seen one as big as Abraham's?"

"I...can't say I have," Barbara said, not hesitating very long.

"Unless," she added, "you count the donkey we used in a wild fraternity video we did once."

"Oh-ho, God," Kat laughed.

"But I have to say, you might have even given him a run for his money," Barbara said.

"Should we keep posing?" Mary Ellen asked.

"No, you're good," Barbara answered, already beginning to pack up her things. "We are good to go..."

"How big are you, Abraham?" Barbara asked easily, expecting him to quickly rattle off the measurement.

Instead, though, he hesitated with a smirk.

"He won't tell us," Kat said, dejected. "You have no idea (laugh) how many times we've asked him, but..."

"He thinks putting a number on it will diminish the legend," Sue interjected.

Barbara scoffed at that thought process.

"Honey, putting a number on THAT will only increase the legend," she laughed.

They all had a good chuckle, Abraham pouring gasoline on the fire by swiveling his hips and making his pendulous organ sway east to west.

"Sheesh, I'd have to say you look nine maybe even 10 - SOFT," Barbara remarked, Abraham's greatness demanding such pondering.

"That would be my guess," Kat laughed.

"Should we have him get hard?" Sue inquired, herself curious to see Abraham at full extension.

"THAT is something I would definitely wanna photograph and I just put away all of my equipment so...," Barbara rationalized.

"We'll save that for The Games," Kat reasoned.

Nevertheless, Abraham continued to sway his humongous tool, much to the delight of the small but excited crowd.

"Abraham, look at me," Kat said, now facing him. "Can you go like this? Roll your hips and make it swing around like a BIG helicopter propeller?"

Abraham tried, but gravity was against him. His penis just lazily and haphazardly bounced all over the place.

"It's too frickin heavy," John reasoned aloud.

Not wanting to disappoint, Abraham simply picked up his hefty tool and swung it about that way, the crowd now in a frenzy.

"Well there ya go," Kat laughed. "Like you're swingin' a lasso..."

"Jesus, God, dude," John couldn't help but say, him now "in awe" of Abraham's size.

"C'mon, John boy, let's see your helicopter," Mary Ellen demanded.

John obliged, doubling the entertainment.

"They're swingin' their dicks around, I love it," Paige exclaimed, as Barbara - although in a rush - took a seat to watch this display.

"Mine's better, mine's better," Abraham taunted, picking up the pace as he whipped his serpentine-like tool around at a frenzied, fast pace.

He got up so close to John, his swinging penis nearly grazed his new friend.

"Jesus, dude, don't hit me with your dick," was John's reaction, the girls, and Kat, and Barbara, now bent over laughing at Abraham's enthusiasm as well as his special gift.

"Abraham, watch where you're swingin' that anaconda," Kat instructed comically.

The dueling helicopters went on for some time. Abraham kept swinging his long after the interest level wore thin.

"Sweetie, you can stop now," Kat laughed.

He seemed reluctant to heed to her instructions.

"Oh, brother..." she added, everyone still cracking up.

With things simmering down - and some of the gals even wiping tears from their eyes from laughing so hard - there was another big development.

"Oh my God, look at John's cock," Sue pointed out, as John's penis had developed into a fierce and unrelenting erection.

The sight of all the women in their pretty peach, pink and lavender pastels, getting the guys to do anything they want, was too much for John.

"That's a pretty nice dick, John," Barbara complimented him casually.

Kat giggled.

"Thanks," he managed to say.

With five sets of eyes all glued to his cock, John's arousal level was ratcheted up several notches. Way past his threshold.

Compliments turned to reactions of surprise. John began to come, without any assistance or stimulation by his hands. His hands also did him no good in trying to contain his ejaculatory explosion.

"John Mitchell, oh my goodness," Kat beckoned, as all five women watched John spurt and spurt and spurt.

"I can't help it, I'm sorry," he tried to apologize.

They couldn't say anything. Instead, just watch.

Another big spurt. And another.

"John, what happened?" Kat asked, a tickle of amusement showing in her voice.

When it was over, John looked down at the puddle he had created, with a hint of shame.

"That was uh-mazing," Paige rollicked.

Most of the reaction to John's...outburst, was complimentary.

But Kat glanced over at him, and his now semi-hard member retracting back to its normal state.

A look of concern came over her face.

TO BE CONTINUED...