Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 02:43:00 +0000 From: Tony Ryan Subject: Family Values 2 This story and the characters belong to me; please remember all copyrights. This is fiction, and I am not condoning this behavior in real life. Use a condom, use your brain, remember laws...and so on. The feedback to the first chapter was amazing. Thank you. This is shorter than the first, but I promise the third will be worth the wait. -- The continued echo of flip-flops on the hard tile made Chris ask his question again, more insistently this time. "Who the FUCK is it???" The flip-flopping ceased, replaced by a hesitating, slightly nasal voice. "S'Andrew. Sorry...I didn't know anyone was in here." 'Guess those small things like the light and water running didn't tip you off, fag,' Chris whispered under his breath. Andrew sounded even more pathetic than usual. Curiousity got the best of the horse-cocked Casanova and he quickly flung open the shower door, stepping outside. His normally vacant eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him. Andrew's hair was mussed, his glasses were askew on his baby face, his eyes were red and puffy. Glancing lower down, Chris noticed that his brand-name shirt was torn in several places, revealing occasional tantalizing glimpses of his creamy, soft flesh. Most interestingly, his blue jeans were barely hanging on his hips. Something was off...the boy was so distracted that he didn't even ogle Chris' meat. Andrew mumbled and looked down at his own feet, blinking repeatedly. "I gotta go Chris, gotta go, OK?" Just as Andrew neared the door, Chris pulled him back, pushing the shaken young man until his back jabbed against the sink. He fixed him with a hypnotic gaze, turning on all the charm and feigning, or half-feigning, concern. "What happened, dude? You've never been this spazzed before." Mewling, Andrew bit his pouty lower lip. Chris fought the urge to suck it into his mouth as his muscled arms encircled his prey, comforting but most importantly, trapping him. "I-I-I was on my way back from giving Kelly a soda at the pool, and..." Ashamed, Andrew stopped again. Finally, Chris felt the large wet spot against his bare crotch. Snaking an inquisitive hand around, a similar patch was in the back of his shorts. Not just wet...sticky. Gooey. Like he'd been... As Andrew squirmed in the tight grip, Chris noticed the slight pressing against his firm body. Maybe the boy wasn't so pure and innocent after all. "Somebody fuck you, Andy?" His mouth - that sexy slut mouth - rasped no, but his quivering body said yes. "Tell me, Andy," Chris purred, his intense stare draining the truth from Andy as surely as his teen dick drained against the front of his fly. "Well...I was walking through the garden, and Manuel stopped me. He looked at me like I was food, like I was dirty. Like I was naked. His hands were all over my shoulders and chest, and he was talking in Spanish, going so fast I couldn't keep up. I tried to get him to let me pass, but he pulled me into the shed. He pushed me up against a wall, and...OH GOD..." Chris cradled the youth in his arms as he sobbed away the memories. Massaging in gentle circles, starting at his tense shoulders, Chris pictured that dirty gardener, the grime under his fingernails, the way his stained undershirt clung to his godlike body in the sweltering summertime. The huge uncut schlong straining inside his skintight blue jeans. Unwittingly, blood began to fill Chris' second head at the image of Manuel raping Andy, Manuel with that long dark mane flowing over his sweaty shoulders... "Did he call you chulo, hmm?" Chris whispered, licking Andy's ear as the teen's tears began to taper off. "Yes," Andy said with a gasp, as Chris began to run his inquisitive fingers directly above his crack. Suddenly, Chris yanked the baggy shorts and ripped boxers down, leaving Andy crudely exposed in the cool bathroom air. His 15-year old nerd shaft drooled against Chris' sculpted thigh. Guilt-ridden, Andy tried again to escape, but the attempt was pointless. He moaned as Chris took his heavy erection in hand, stroking and sizing with eager touches. The plumpness and above-average length took Chris by surprise. "Why are you hiding this?" he crooned to the whimpering young man. "You've gotta be at least 8 inches hard and fuck...your ass is sweeter than any girl's I've ever fucked. No wonder Manuel plowed your hole, after he got a look at that bubble butt. And..." Chris, with surprising gentleness, traced his hands down the slimy, dewy-haired crack. "...doesn't look like he got a lot of resistance." Andy, crying again and lightly stroking his raging hard-on, stuttered out the rest of the story. "H-He shoved his tongue in there, and his fingers. I thought he was gonna be rough, but he went so slow. He made me beg, BEG him to fuck me. And he did. He kept pushing and pushing until he got all the way in. I've never felt like that before. Then he shot inside me, and it all gushed out, and he leaned down and ate out his cum. Then he kissed my forehead and left me there, naked. My clothes torn. Crying. I felt so empty. I feel like..." "A slut? A cheap whore? A fag?" Andrew nodded, pressing his lips to Chris' glistening, smooth skin. Chris beamed at the submissiveness of this turned-out skank. Placing Andrew's bruised glasses on the sink, Chris wiped his swollen eyes, impressed by the vulnerability in the blue pools staring back at him. "You really need to get some contact lenses, Andy." Before the younger man could respond, Chris pressed their lips together. After the initial shock, he opened his mouth, resulting in an eager tongue-duel between the teenagers. While biting down on those suckable bow lips, Chris lewdly groped the twink's naked, pleading, horny frame, that hard pecker poking into his belly every time Chris tickled his boy-pussy. Chris' own demanding monster slimily slid against Andrew's, their cocks kissing as saliva from their sloppy, open mouths dripped down onto the red, angry shafts. Desperate and blinded by horniness, Chris sat his new conquest down on the sink, leaving just enough space to shove half of his 11 inches inside his tight chute. "FUCKKKK!!" Andy cried, but he didn't pull away. He instinctively braced his hands on the countertop while Chris slammed in and out of him with no regard to his abused, gaping twathole. All he could think about was fucking that ass, making this twitchy femme his property. "I own you," Chris stated, flatly, no emotion or doubt, as he reached out to pinch and twist Andrew's small, dime-sized, brown nipples. "Say it," Chris ordered, driving all his meat inside the opening while he tortured his new toy. "You own me." Andrew panted, his head thrown back as fingers traced his belly and dipped down to circle and tug on his large, leaking crown. The fingers slid back up, shoved deep inside his mouth, making him suck down his own pre-cream. "Goddamn cocksucker...can't wait to fuck your ass every day, just like Kelly's...gonna make you sit on this every day, just like you want. Gonna take you out in the street, rip off all your clothes, sell your fat, hot ass for a nickel...you like that, whore?" "UNNNGHHH..." was Andrew's only response, as his second load erupted onto Chris' pectorals and tight abs. Chris shuddered and with a roar, his own sperm channeled into the incredibly velvet and narrow hole, blast after blast until the semen drizzled out of his ass and into the formerly-spotless sink. Shaking his head to clear away the fogginess, Chris pulled Andy in for another bruising kiss. They were about to start another round, when Andy's puppy-dog eyes suddenly welled up. He pointed to the open door. Kelly, Chris' girlfriend, Andy's sister, stood, hand on her hip, tears in her eyes, rage in her voice. "Oh MY fuck...what kind of sickos are you? How could you do this to me?" By the time Chris pulled out of his new slave and ran for the door, Kelly was gone. Chris punched the wall, cursing loudly. What would she do? What would happen next? -- Again, any corrections, comments, suggestions, e-mail them to me at HotStoryLvr@hotmail.com. I read and respond to every letter. I would *love* to hear from you.