Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2010 13:41:55 -0700
From: unclebugga73@msn.com
Subject: A Happy Home

     I struggled to see through blurry eyes.  I didn't feel dizzy, but my
balance wavered with every step, my shoulder scraping along the walls.  I
stumbled and my momentum carried me to the middle of the room.  Before I
could slow myself, my bare toe smacked into solid oak like a wrecking ball.

     That'll slap the sleep out of early morning eyes.

     Fucking coffee table!

     I clutched my toe and hurled myself onto the couch.  My face reddened
like a cartoon character as I fought to hold in a barrage of F-words all
preceded by the word "mother."  Since there were kids sleeping just down
the hall behind half-open doors, I couldn't let the curses fly.  So, I
hissed and clenched my teeth, spittle dribbling down my chin.  What a
wonderful way to start a Saturday.

     The pain eventually subsided and I placed my foot on the floor.  I
felt wide awake now.  I'm a morning person, but only in the sense that I
get up early.  I find it silly to waste half the day in bed.  Plus, if I
linger too long past my usual rising time, I spend the rest of the day
stiff and head-achey.  I am not, however, a morning person as far as
stepping out of bed and into cheerfulness.  I rise, but I need time to
shine.  Basically, I wake up early.  I just don't wake up alive.

     I sat there in nothing but my boxers, slumped down with my ass on the
very edge of the sofa, my knees spread wide in front of me.  As I stared at
my reflection on the unlit screen of the television, I decided that I still
looked pretty good.  At twenty-eight, I still had it.  At five-foot- ten, I
carried a fit one hundred and seventy-five pounds.  I still had discernable
definition to my abs as well as a firm chest that wore a light brushing of
hair across it that matched the subtle happy trail passing down my chiseled
stomach.  I certainly didn't have arms all bulging and veiny like some
steroid freak, but I didn't have pipe cleaners, either.  I had some shape
and tone to my biceps, not to mention matching tribal armband tattoos.  My
moderately hairy legs still appeared tight and athletic.  As with all guys,
my cock served as my pride and joy, and though I might not have reason to
feel as proud as some guys, I had no reason to feel ashamed.  I had all of
seven inches when fully erect accompanied by egg-sized balls and I kept all
of it nicely groomed.  My parents had me circumcised as an infant, and I
have always appreciated it.  I've yet to meet a woman who likes the look of
an uncut dick.

     Really, I had it all.  The KIDS that I mentioned, who slumbered down
the hall, belonged to my girlfriend, Amy.  I'd dated her for about a year
and a half now, a personal record for me.  She had four years on me at
thirty-two, but everyone thought that I had robbed the cradle for she still
looked like a teen.  Even after giving birth to two kids, she had
maintained her slim, sexy figure.  She had light auburn hair and harvest
gold eyes, and had no problem keeping her body completely hairless for me.
And I mean, everywhere!

     Her oldest child, Allie, the daughter, had already begun flashing the
undeniable signs of a future heartbreaker.  She had the same auburn hair as
her mother, but she sported ice-blue eyes and an absolute doll of a smile.
Her body appeared thin and willowy but held enough shape and jiggle that I
had noticed full-grown men looking at her while out in public.  I had often
wanted to get into the face of some guy for looking at her in that way, but
always let it go, somehow shamefully intrigued.

     Nick, the son, had blonde locks with his sister's ice-blue eyes and
heart-robbing smile, only his included devious little dimples.  His lithe
physique hinted at the at the athlete would surely become, but, at the
moment, he remained a boy.  A cute boy who had easily accepted me and, by
his downright boy-ness, had easily gotten me to accept him.  An ornery
boy's boy myself at his age, I respected that in a boy now.

     In fact, all of them had easily accepted me.  Even the daughter seemed
fond of me.  She spoke to me willingly about the things going on in her
life.  She even shared secrets with me.  Basically, we all got along.  I
know it thrilled Amy that her children liked the man that she liked, that
they didn't seem to resent him, or her for bringing him home.  They all
liked me enough that none of them complained about my habit of walking
around the house in nothing but my underwear.  Even Amy didn't seem to
mind.  She apparently didn't consider it an indecent thing for her kids to
witness, not even for Allie.

     The kids's real father didn't seem like a terrible guy, just terribly
far away.  We all resided in Las Vegas.  His work with some kind of
organization or another required that he live in Africa.  His work had
always come first and the kids didn't even seem to remember him all that
well, he and Amy having divorced several years earlier.  They didn't know
him well enough to miss him, but they didn't hate him.  Amy had gone out of
her way not to give them a reason to.  Though, I don't think these two had
it in them to hate anyone, anyway.

     So, a guy who had always avoided commitment, who never wanted the
white picket-fence lifestyle, had found a happy home.  And he liked it.

     He just didn't like mornings.

     As I sat there, my toe still throbbing, I heard a light thumping
noise.  Turning only my eyes, I saw Nick, half skipping half bounding, down
the hall in nothing but his cartoon underwear.  He had a serious case of
bed-head and a noticeable damp spot on the front of his Sponge Bob briefs
from tucking and turning before he completely finished peeing.  He had
obviously just come from the bathroom, leaving without flushing as usual I
figured since I hadn't heard the toilet.  He trotted over to me and hugged
me good morning, then grabbed the remote control off the coffee table and
asked if he could watch TV.  I told him to go ahead.

     I quickly had to tell him to lower the volume, also as usual.  He
watched some goofy show that I just didn't get for the life of me while on
his knees, leaning over the coffee table.  This put his butt blatantly in
view.  I had never looked at him, or any other boy for that matter, in that
way, but he'd stuck the thing right there.  He had a round, tight butt with
milky white upper thighs.  He filled the shorts out nicely.  Though, the
leg holes hung a bit loose.

     Suddenly he stood and backed up straight between my legs.  He sat back
on my boxer- covered crotch with his arms draped over my knees.  This had
become rather ordinary.  He often sat on my lap or simply leaned across my
legs while watching cartoons.  But this time it felt different.  This time
his little butt set off some early-hour urges.  He had the proverbial ants
in his pants and squirmed endlessly.  His legs continuously flexed, bending
and straightening; he would lean back to laugh then suddenly fold in half
for no apparent reason, then right himself again.  All of this caused him
to unintentionally grind his ass on my crotch.  I felt my dick hardening
and I didn't know what to do.  I knew I should push him off or tell him to
sit still, or simply get up and go fix breakfast, or something.  But, I
just didn't have the will power.  It just felt too damned good and his ass
looked too sexy in those Sponge Bob underpants.

     A couple of times, for no more than ten or fifteen seconds, he would
sit perfectly still, my cock nestled between his cheeks like a hotdog in a
bun.  Then he would resume his squirming and grinding.  I worried that he
would feel my erection and ask me about it, but his mind seemed too
engrossed in the television.  It also worried me that his mother or sister
would walk into the room and see just how much I had begun to enjoy this.
Fortunately, neither of them ever got out of bed earlier than eight 'o
clock on Saturdays and the clock read only six-thirty.  So I knew I could
enjoy the ride a while longer.  Which I did.  I'd never had a lap dance in
all the strip clubs I'd gone to, and I'd gone to a shit-load of them.  None
of the asses I'd seen in those clubs felt as tight and firm as this one,
for sure.  I found myself in pure heaven.

     I had the most incredible urge to grab a hold of his little hips and
slide those little hotdog buns up and down my wiener till I blew my load.
I closed my eyes and envisioned myself shoving him forward over the coffee
table, yanking those briefs down and thrusting up into him hard, fast and
deep.  I knew such thoughts were terrible, but I hoped that imagining these
things would help me shoot my wad into my shorts, then I would go take a
shower.  Unfortunately, just as these visions started to garner results, he
spontaneously walked away.

     He skipped into the little room connected to the dining room to play
video games.  His real dad had used the room as an office, but Amy had put
in a TV and video game system for the kids for Christmas a couple of years
before I met her.  Several of the games in their collection, though, they'd
received as gifts from me.  I watched him skip away, sorry to see that
little butt go.  But, I knew I shouldn't think those kinds of things about
a boy, anyway.  The problem now became that I still felt horned up.

     As I sat there, my boxers tenting grossly, considering heading to the
shower to jerk off, I heard a click-clacking noise coming from the kitchen.
I turned to see Nick's bulldog-mix, Howie, traipsing across the linoleum.
You know the kind of dog, one that resembles a pit bull in the face, yet
has the mean streak and gracefulness of Scooby Doo?  He had come in from
the from the patio through the doggie-door.  He saw me and clumsily loped
into the living room.  I stroked his head and scratched behind his hear,
then shooed him away.  The dog lumbered around the coffee table, sniffing
things and knocking magazines onto the floor with his tail, eventually
making his way back around to me.  I had leaned my head back against the
cushions of the couch and closed my eyes.  I could feel Howie sniffing
around my bare feet, then moving his nose up my shin to my knee.  When his
curious muzzle began to follow the scent of something up the length of my
inner thigh, I opened my eyes and raised my head.  I still sported wood and
this may have seemed unseemly, downright dirty, but talk about stimulating.
His warm, furry muzzle brushed against the skin of my thigh as his nose
ventured further and further toward my crotch, creating a totally new
sensation, one that I thoroughly enjoyed.

     His hot breath felt exhilarating as he sniffed and panted around the
tent in my shorts.  His tongue lashed out and licked a dark spot of pre-cum
that I hadn't realized had formed.  The feel of that tongue on the tip of
my dick, despite the barrier of my underwear, made me gasp, softly.  He
continued sniffing and suddenly pushed his nose hard in between my balls
and my leg.  I gasped a little louder, nearly spooking him.  He looked up
at me, panting, seemingly waiting for permission to continue.  I slowly
reached down and pulled the leg of my boxers open.  He instantly got the
hint and went for it.  As his tongue lapped at my balls, then between them
and my leg, I struggled to stifle my moaning.

     I tried to spread my legs further, to give him more room to get to
more places, but my red, white and blue novelty boxers that said, AMERICA,
SAVING EUROPE'S ASS SINCE 1917, across the back, proved rather
constrictive.  Aware of the risk, what with the possibility of someone
walking in at any minute, I pushed the shorts down far enough to pull one
leg out and raised my knees to my chest.  The dog happily went to town on
my hole.  He lapped at it the way he cleans my bowl after I eat ice cream.
I hadn't felt anything this good in my life.  I'd never given in to any
requests from the many women I'd dated who wanted to fuck me with a dildo.
I just never liked the idea of ass play.  This, however, felt amazing.

     But, again, just when I approached the launching point, the damned dog
heard Nick's voice shouting warnings to the enemy soldiers on his video
game.  Hearing this, Howie loped off to see his buddy.  Dammit!  Can't
anyone in this house finish what they start?  I asked myself.  Oh, well.  I
had let myself get carried away, anyway.  I shouldn't have thought such
things about Nick and certainly shouldn't have let a dog lick my ass,
especially in the middle of the living room.

     I stood and headed for the shower, hoping some cold water would get
this tent pole down before the two females in the house woke up.  I don't
know why, but I just had to poke my head into the game room.  Looking in on
Nick, I saw something that reinvigorated the throbbing in my cock.  Nick
rested on his knees, lying forward over a large beanbag chair, holding the
video game controller out in front of himself.  His butt seemingly jutted
into the air, swaying back and forth with unintended sensuality.  The leg
holes of his briefs hung loose, revealing a bit of the crack of his ass and
a slight portion of his nut-sac.  Howie circled the beanbag, panting and
trying to get Nick's attention.  I knew from personal experience that
drawing his mind away from that game proved nearly impossible.  Suddenly,
though, the dog managed to accomplish it.

     Howie paused as he passed around Nick's backside, stumbling over the
boy's calves spread out behind him.  The dog sniffed the back of Nick's
thighs and started licking.  His nose went up to the drooping underwear and
his tongue began exploring the boy's ass crack.  He pushed his nose in,
stretching the shorts, and aggressively went after Nick's hole.  Nick
lowered the game control and closed his eyes.  His head dropped to the
beanbag and he held perfectly still.  I began leaking pre-cum like an
over-heated radiator.  When the boy let out a soft sigh, I thought I would
explode.  Howie continued for another minute or so, then circled some more
before lying down next to Nick, who instantly returned all senses to the
video game.

     Shit!  I had to get off!  That made me too damn hot!  My cock throbbed
and bounced with every pulse of my racing heart.  I headed for the shower
and nearly got spotted by Allie at the end of the hallway as she stepped
into the kids' bathroom.  I jumped back around the corner, not wanting her
to see the front of my shorts.  After I heard the door close, I quickly
trotted to Amy's and my bedroom.  As I stepped in, I saw her stepping into
our bathroom.  Shit!  I needed to get off badly.  I considered following
her in and seeing if I could convince her to partake in one hell of a
morning fuck.  But then I remembered her telling me the previous night that
she had started her period.  Shit again!

     I turned and scampered out through the sliding glass doors in the
kitchen and onto the patio.  I headed toward a little enclosure attached to
the corner of the house, about fifteen feet from the patio door, where Amy
kept the lawn mower and other yard tools as well as the kids's outside toys
like bikes and balls.  She'd put Howie's dog house in there, too.  It
didn't have a door, but the floor was a part of the same cement slab that
made up the patio.  Certainly not the best place to try and jerk off, but I
didn't think it would take me very long as horned up as I felt.  I could've
used the detached one-car garage around the side of the house, which would
have proven much smarter, but I would've had to go outside the fence in my
boxers.  Besides, as I said, this wouldn't take long.

     I stepped into the little storage area, glanced around for spiders,
slipped my shorts off and sat on an overturned bucket.  I began stroking my
cock furiously, picturing Nick's face, eyes closed, mouth open in a quiet
sigh of pleasure.  Lost in these thoughts, I suddenly heard panting.  Howie
had followed me out here.  Without much thought, I spread my legs and
snapped fingers.  He plodded forward and began licking the drippings from
the tip of my dick.  He moved down and lapped at my balls, then back to my
ever-so-sensitive tip.  As incredible as this felt, I wanted that tongue
back on my ass.  I found it rather difficult to lean back while sitting on
a bucket, and I knew that cement would feel too cold to lie back on.  So, I
got down on all fours and patted my ass.  The dog instantly found my hole
and started licking for all his worth.  In complete ecstasy, I quickly
neared one of the best loads of my life . . .

      . . . when the damn dog stopped again!

     He began circling me, growling lowly.  He flicked his tongue at the
back of my ass or at my balls each time he passed.  Not liking that growl,
I repeated his name, trying to calm him.  Suddenly, he reared up and
grasped me around the waist with his with his front forelegs.  He pulled
himself forward and began hunching away like a jackhammer.  What the fuck
does he think he's doing?  I started to stand to get away from him,
thinking that this had taken a serious turn from what I'd had in mind, but
his menacing growl halted me.  I'd never heard anything like this out of
this dog.  He usually came of as a big goof ball, a gangly, uncoordinated
goof ball.  Now, however, his growl sounded like the pit bull he resembled.
Still, I felt I could stand and pull away from him without him actually
doing anything.  But, I hesitated, unsure.  I grew up around a lot of dogs
and I not only know how aggressive they can get while trying to mate, but I
know just how much damage their teeth can do.  I've seen the flesh of a
human arm nearly torn from the bone when trying to break up a dog fight.  I
certainly didn't want to endure something like that right then.  And even
more, I didn't want to have to try and explain it to Amy.  Of course,
explaining a sore ass wouldn't prove any easier, or less awkward.

     I decided I'd rather explain a bite than a raw ass.  Unfortunately, I
took too long to make up my mind.  Before I could make a move to stand, his
stabbing cock nailed my ball sack.  It felt like someone had hit me in the
nards with a lawn dart.  I yelped and momentarily lost not only the
strength to stand, but the presence of mind to do so.  As I remained there
beneath this humping dog, waiting out the pain, it got worse.  That k-9
cock suddenly found my hole.  With the first shot, it penetrated me about
two inches.  I roared in agony.  Remembering my location, I reeled in my
voice and whimpered softly.  His dick had come back out and struggled to
find the right spot again.  I had one last chance to get away from him.

     Too late.

     He hit the bull's eye again.  This time it sunk far enough that my ass
clamped down around it, keeping it from coming out on his rapid back
thrust.  Once his cock lodged in me, he squeezed me even tighter with his
front legs and picked up the pace with his hunching.  I didn't think he had
another gear, but he did.  He rammed with all he had, trying to sink his
dog dick far enough to successfully breed his new bitch.  Dry and tight, my
ass didn't want to give up its virginity easily and the pain proved
excruciating.  It felt like someone had crammed a flaming torch up my shit
hole, one made with a stick the size of a fencepost.  I felt like I was
splitting apart.  All thoughts of trying to stand had left, drown out by
pain and fear.  I tried to pull away out of reflex but my efforts met with
a stern growl.

     He continued to hammer away at my ass, driving further past my
reluctant sphincter.  I did my best to muffle my cries and screams, but
every powerful thrust forced breathy grunts out of my mouth.  My eyes
teared over and my nose started running.  I felt like an idiot for getting
into this position.  How could a full-grown man act so stupid?  How could a
little feeling of horniness allow him to get so careless?  How could he
cower to the pain and not just get himself out of this fix?

     Because this pain felt like no other.

     This pain weakened you.

     This pain had a naughty, carnal element to it.

     As badly as I wanted to get out of this predicament, a part of me
still found it erotic.  I had done some strange things with women over the
years, some of it painful, like spanking or mild ball torture.  But mostly
I'd just taken part in a lot of threesomes and wild role-playing.  I even
dressed like a cheerleader once while a girl in a football jersey and a
jockstrap made me lick her ass.  After these strange sexcapades, I always
felt I'd done something sinful.  This, of course, is what turned me on so
much about these acts.  So, here, on my knees, getting fucked hard by a
dog, the disgusting, disturbing, sinfulness of it all had the same effect.
My cock, which had softened with the pain of the first rough entry,
actually returned to full mast despite the continuation of intense pain.

     My ass had just started to adjust when the dog slowed his hunching
slightly and I could feel his cock start to swell.  The darned thing just
continued to expand, especially at the base.  I knew all about "the knot"
from watching the dogs on the small farm where I grew up.  Still, you don't
realize just how big it gets, just what the poor bitch goes through, until
you've had one of those fuckers up your own ass.

     My hole felt stretched beyond its limits.  I became more scared with
every passing second, though my cock continued to harden.  I thought of
yelling for help.  That, of course, was the last thing I should do.  Again
I thought of trying to get away, of trying to get that pooch prick out of
me.  But, each time I tried to move, I not only received an authoritative
growl, but a searing rush of pain to go along with it.  The knot had locked
itself in solidly and threatened to do severe damage if I pulled too hard
against it.  This pain, though, only added to the depravity of the
situation, which merely encouraged my cock further.  I tried to relax, to
breathe.  I lowered to my elbows and my head sunk to the cement between my
hands.

     Howie's hunching abruptly stopped completely and I thought the worst
had ended.  Just then his front legs reached for the ground next to me and
his hind leg stepped over my back.  He walked his front feet around as his
hind feet switched sides.  We now stood ass to ass.  That huge knot
rotating around in my dry chute nearly caused me to pass out.  I've never
felt pain like that, yet I loved it.  My own dick spouted pre-cum and my
ass began to moisten as the dog flooded my innards with his spew.  I could
feel the warmth of his semen filling my colon and spilling out around his
prick and streaming down my legs.

     Suddenly, I heard the sliding door open.  My heart skipped about a
dozen beats.  I felt light-headed.  This was it.  My world would now crash
down like a house of cards.  I heard a voice say, "He's not out here!"
Then the door slid shut.  The voice belonged to Allie.  Of all the
Saturdays for her and her mother to decide to get up earlier than usual,
they picked the one in which I decided to get bred by the family dog.  Uh,
huh.  Of course they did.  They'd gotten up early and started looking for
me.  They'd surely find me eventually.

     I was totally screwed, in more ways than one.  Sweating, I began
panting nearly as loudly as Howie.  If I didn't get off this dog's
fuck-tool soon, my life as I knew it, would end.  I would lose my happy
home.  Still, a part of me wanted this sick, twisted scene to last forever.
The pain remained prominent, but a new sensation began to rise deep in my
anal canal.  Every time the dog or I moved, even slightly, I would learn
just a bit more what it must feel like to have a pussy.  It felt like this
damned dog's cock had tapped into a deep reserve of lust.  Mildly at first,
then frantically, I started humping my ass back against Howie's mate meat.
That's when the surge started to build in me, nearing eruption.  I couldn't
believe I that could get off on getting fucked by a dog.  But I apparently
could.

     Just then, the sliding door opened again and I could hear rapid
footsteps patter across the cement.  It scared me to death, but my pending
orgasm continued to strengthen.  Then the footsteps suddenly muted,
deadened by the grass.  Then I heard the clink of the latch on the large
wooden gate along the back fence.  Just a few seconds later the gate
clinked again, harshly, as someone closed it much too roughly.  The
footsteps then returned to the cement.  I just knew they would see me.
Still, I couldn't completely stifle my breathy moan as I began to shoot.  I
watched my cock as it jumped and jerked without me even touching it,
spraying my syrupy seed across the concrete below me.  I gasped with each
round.  I didn't think it would end, and, of course, I didn't want it to.
With my prick blasting off again and again, and the dog juice running out
of my hole, I felt like I had cum from a cock and a pussy.  It proved the
most erotic, carnally gratifying moment I've ever lived.

     I heard the sliding door begin to slide shut, but just before it had
completely closed, I heard Nick's voice holler, "His truck's still here,
Mom!"  Several more globs of spooge discharged from my jumping dick.
Finally, the last shot fired and I could once again breathe normally.

     Howie became restless and started fidgeting.  I had no choice but to
move with him, prompted by the scream of pain in my anal ring every time
that knot tried to pull out.  I managed to reach back and get a hold of one
of his hind legs and keep him in place.

     The flood of pleasure had subsided and the pain reasserted itself
again with the help of absolute fear.  I needed to get untied, soon.  That
wouldn't happen, however.  I should've known it wouldn't.  The dogs we used
to have on the farm often remained tied for a half an hour or more.  This
thought made me nervous, which made my ass tighten.  I didn't want that; I
wanted to relax, to get this thing to slide out of me.  I mean, shit, if
they saw me like this it would scar those kids forever, not to mention Amy.
She'd probably never date another man ever again.  This would probably turn
her into a lesbian or something.  I just couldn't bear the thought of them
thinking of me as the kind of guy who would do this.  I needed this over,
quickly!

     However,

     eons seemed to pass.  It felt as though enough time went by to relive
the entire evolutionary process, from the big bang to man landing on the
moon.  Meanwhile, I kept hearing the sound of voices from the house and the
smell of bacon frying.  I could hear Amy talking to the kids about everyday
stuff, at the top of her lungs over the TV that Nick had raised the volume
on once again.  I could also hear them wondering aloud as to my
whereabouts.  Every so often, one of those voices thinking aloud came from
just behind the glass of the sliding doors as they rechecked the back yard
for me.

     Finally, I felt the knot deflating enough that I thought I could pass
it through my raw, aching, burning ring.  Hissing through my teeth, I bit
my bottom lip as I pulled, slowly, carefully, forward.  I pushed as though
taking a shit, but very gently.  I might as well have tried to extricate a
cantaloupe from my bowels.  But, just when I neared the point of giving up,
I felt it move.  It slid a good inch.  Then some more.  Finally, it escaped
the bonds of my sphincter with a liquid- laden pop, similar to the sound a
water balloon makes when it hits a wall or the floor.  Howie quickly curled
up and began licking his cum-soaked cock.  I watched for a second,
astounded over the size of the animal's equipment.  It extended out of his
sheath a good eight inches and appeared as thick as a cucumber.  The knot
at the base didn't look as big as it felt in my ass, but still proved a
sight to see, resembling a large turnip.  I shook my head, totally amazed
that I'd actually had all that in me.  I crawled forward, desperately
wanting to just lay down and close my eyes.  But I knew I needed to get
into the house and to the shower before anyone discovered what I had just
done.  I had gotten lucky - no pun intended - that no one had seen me, but
if I didn't get a move on, I'd be pushing it.

     I stood, grabbed a dirty rag draped over the handle of the lawnmower
to wipe the sweat from my forehead and the cum from my legs, yanked on my
boxers, and headed for the sliding door.  Once inside, I took a deep
breath, wiped my runny nose with one hand and my teary eyes with the other,
then strolled across the kitchen, noticing empty breakfast dishes piled in
the sink.  I walked briskly through living room, heading straight for the
hallway.

     "There he is, Mom!" Nick shouted.

     "Where have you been, Dale?" Amy asked, not overly concerned.  I like
women who don't panic and jump to conclusions too quickly.

     "Nowhere . . .  Just screwing around," I said without looking back.  I
wanted to get to the shower before the cum running from my ass soaked
through my shorts.

     Locking the bathroom door, I quickly shed my boxers.  I stepped into
the shower and turned the knobs.  As the warm water began to sluice the
sweat from my body, my mind flashed over images of Nick's butt with Howie's
tongue buried in it.  I thought of the size of Howie's knot as it glistened
with his own spunk and residue from my ass.  I thought of my own prick
jumping and pulsing out glob after glob of guy-grease.  The memory of that
unbelievable orgasm and the feeling of cumming through a pussy made my dick
start to stiffen again.  Geez, I was sick!  What had started out as just
another day in my happy home, had ended up turning me into a depraved
sick-o!

     Still, I couldn't keep from reaching down and jerking off to all those
images in my head.

      . . . to be continued . . .

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