Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2018 15:59:48 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood: Part 11

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Chapter 11 - Treading Water


In my life, there hasn't been a feeling quite like a fully hard cock inside
of me. The feeling of being stuffed full. The feeling of meat dragging out
of me. The head-to-toe electricity when the head punches my prostate. From
what I remember, I thought I would eventually grow numb to it, but it never
did.


"Aw, yeah, Dad. Fuck me. Fuck my ass, Dad."


I braced myself on top my parent's his/her sink counter inside their
bathroom. My knees firmly planted on the counter. My back arched. My ass
poking straight out in the direction of my father's cock. Sweat drizzled
down my arms, my spine, my asshole.


Finally we had a moment with just the two of us. It was perfect. No one to
bother us. Just me, Dad, and our raging erections. Dad was busy teasing my
hole with his massive cock, which was more sizable, more thick, more
luscious that I remembered.


"Oh, Son, I've been waiting for this for days," my dad groaned, filling the
room with his resonant voice. The smell of his musk mixed with the flowery
scents of my mother's perfumes, the organized disarray of make-up products
strewn about with my father's shaving equipment, the faint drizzle of
precum that decorated my mother's People Magazine. All of it was a reminder
who my dad would rather spend his sexual energy on. The thrill of us so
close to fucking these past few days, and finally--finally!--getting to
made my stomach churn with excitement, and my dick stir with an enraging
need to cum. Dad dipped his cock inside me, then slipped it back out,
knowing that it drove me crazy. Knowing that I've yearned and ached for his
dick for so long.


"Oh, Dad, I love it when you tease my hole with your big cock. Errrrrgh, I
just want you to ram it in! Just FUCK me already!" I begged, wagging my ass
against his waist.


"Son, your hole is so perfect and pink. God, you drive me crazy,
Sebastian," his voice snaked into my ears like smoke. My cock jerked with
need, my hole buzzed longing to have something, anything plowing it.


"Mmmmm, Dad, please. Don't keep me waiting. Please fuck me!" I begged, I
pleaded, my voice thin with desire.


"Oooof, boy, are you ready for your dad's sexy penis? You want Dad's sexy
penis in your ass?" he grinded his shaft against my hole, whispering in my
ear, raunch hanging on my earlobes. Our heavy breathing painted the counter
the walls with condensation.


"Da-aaad, gaahh...I want it so badly. Stick it in me. Please, Dad!" I stuck
my ass out signalling my urgent need to be fucked. Fucked hard and good.


"Okay, Seb, here it comes!" Like cymbals crashing, Dad's skin slammed
against mine. His whole dick disappearing inside of me at once.


"AHHHH!" I sang with joy, a huge grin on my face.


"Yeee-eeeahhhh," my dad roared, plowing into my ass.


SLAM SLAM SLAM


Each pelvic thrust was as earth-shattering as the last. My entire body
overtaken with pleasure. I shuddered as though I were cold, but instead I
was being claimed by a full body orgasm.


"UNGH. YEAH. DAD." I barked. I glared at our reflections in the
bathroom. "YEAH. FUCK. FU-UUUUUCK!" Getting to finally openly cuss was
liberating, and with my mother out of the way, I felt like I needed to let
it all out. Dad started pounding away on my ass as though he were mining
for gold.


"WOOF, unnnngh, So-ooon. I love your sweet ass. So perfect. So perfect," my
dad panted breathlessly.


Dad slowed his pace, retracting his nine-inch erection, and then pushing
all nine-inches back again.


"Ho, god, Dad, yeah. Just like that, ungh I can feel you so deep!" I
slumped forward, resting my head on my arms, letting my dad take me to
another universe with his dick, thinking I wished that I had a dick to suck
while my dad fucked me. That I could be plugged from both ends by massive
cocks.


As I lifted my head back up, I was shocked to see a dick hanging right
before my eyes.


I looked behind me out of confusion, and still saw my dad in the throes of
sex, reaming my ass with his thick cock. And I looked forward and saw my
dad standing in front of me, offering me to suck his dick.


"Suck it, Son. Suck your own father's dick," he demanded.


"Unnngh, yes, Sebastian. Suck me off while I fuck you," he growled.


"D-dad?" I asked, fearful, and confused. "What's g-going on?"


"Don't you want it?" the dad in front of me asked. "Don't you want my cock
in your mouth?"


"Yeah, son, isn't that what you want?" the dad behind me added.


"Y-yeah," I said nervously.


"Then take it," they both growled. Dad inched forward, brushing his cock in
my face. Naturally, I welcomed it in between my lips.


"Fuck yeah, let's double team our own son!" the dad in front of me cheered.


"MMMRRPHHM" I squirmed with pleasure as Dad continued fucking me, while
gagging me with his cock.


"Double team? Why just two? Why not twenty?" I heard my dad say. And on
cue, eighteen copies of my dad came walking in. That walk that's really
more of a saunter. All mumbling about how they were here for me. To claim
my hole, my mouth, anything that I had to offer them. I was mesmerized. The
room filled with exact copies of my father, all naked. With every piece of
body hair where it normally is. The same hard, scruffy jaw. The same
powerful, but lean body. The same coat of body hair that I loved so
much. The same perky, round ass, thick black hair sandwiched between two
cheeks. And of course, the same thick, savory 8 inches of meat that I'd
come to crave on a daily basis.


Twenty dads all for me. All demanding a piece of me. Calling dibs on what
they could get.


"Gimme some of the ass."


"I want the toes."


"I want that nipple."


"I want the other one."


All of their mouths. Their dicks. Their hands. I was becoming over
encumbered by my father. I dick in my hands, my mouth, my ass, spurts of
cum from those who couldn't and wouldn't wait to get their rocks off coming
at me from all angles. One collective pelvic thrust. One steady rain of
sperm. Like crashing waves, warmth and electricity washed against my
prostate, my cock, my balls. My entire body was flooded with pleasure.


"Oh, Dad, I'm gonna cum. Y-you're gonna make me." Static came over me like
a blanket. Arms, sweat, hair, muscle, dick after dick, a rapidfire
slideshow of my father fucking, sucking, using every inch of me.


"Oh, DAD. I-I'M CUMMING. I'M--"


"Sebastian, did you remember to take care of your dishes?"


Suddenly everything froze.


That voice. That voice that I'd come to loathe. I turned my head, and on my
dad's body sprouted my mother's head. Her eyes vacant. Missing pupils.


"Sebastian, why isn't your laundry folded?" I jerked my head and saw my
mother on a different body.


"Sebastian, where did you put the salad bowls?"


"Sebastian, why are you not awake yet?" I began to panic. Looking anywhere
for my dad, horrified at the image of my mother taking over my dad's body.


"Sebastian, this room is a mess."


"Sebastian?"


"Sebastian." I scrambled looking anywhere for a way out, trying to jump
from the counter, and run away, but everywhere I turned, my mother's face
appeared.


"Sebastian!"


I sat petrified, cowering in a corner of the bathroom, as images of my
mother surrounded me. Her tightly pulled back hair, her thin eyebrows, her
constantly squinted eyes, her grating voice.


"Sebastian!"


My mother's presence surrounding me. This couldn't be. This can't
happen. This can't!


"Sebastian!"


--


"AHHH!" My eyes shot open. Glancing around frantically, my skin fizzy like
soda, I slowly seeped back into reality. I sighed in relief. I was in my
room. It was all a dream. I rested my head back against my pillow,
regaining my senses.


"Sebastian!" my mother shouted from downstairs. Looking out of the window,
dawn was past, and I had a long day ahead of me. Swim practice, and it was
the day before my first day of school. It wasn't really that busy of a day,
but each day seemed to be getting longer and longer.


"I'll be down in a minute!" I yelled back.


"Well, hurry it up! We're out the door in twenty!" she said, and then I
heard her heels clicking from down stairs.


I sighed, dejectedly. It had been almost a week since the last time I'd
even seen another man's cock, except for in my dreams, and this dry spell
was starting to get to me.


My dad was under constant watch from my mother. Anytime I was with my dad,
she was there, too. He told me the day that she came back that he'd find a
way to be able to give us some time together, but it just wasn't
happening. I was growing impatient, irritable, and distracted.


Lifting up my bedsheets, I saw my throbbing five-inch pecker, bouncing,
twitching, desperate to cum. I didn't even have the time to rub one out
real quick. I rolled my eyes, and swung my legs getting out of bed. My cock
bounced with each step as I fished through my finally-unpacked dresser for
my swim outfit. I slipped my tight speedo over my erection, hoping that by
the time we reached practice it would be a total afterthought.


These past few days I'd had to find things to distract me. Walks around the
neighborhood, swimming, writing in the journal Lisa got me as a souvenir:


--Sunday, August 13, 1989--


Today was another boring day. Mother is working on getting this event ready
for next month. I think it's on the same day as my 13th birthday. It
totally blows. I'm going to have no friends on my birthday, and I'll
probably have to go to her stupid event and watch adults drink wine and
talk about teens not having sex. Ha! If she only knew!


It's been almost seven days since I've had sex. Dad says he's trying, but
it's too risky. Coach Scott doesn't seem to like me as much, always asking
this bowl-cut headed kid, Cole "Stupid Face" Mayo to stay after. I'm pretty
sure they have sex in private because he's so good. Coach never has me go
against him, so he'll never know that I can beat him! It's so frustrating!!


Mr. Grisham has been ignoring me, too. Ever since I had that talk with him
about letting Jesus into my heart. I miss hanging out with Paul and
Sarah. Hopefully, he will forgive me for what we did, even if he really did
enjoy it.


School starts in two days! UGH! I can't believe it.


--Sebastian Smalls, aka totally BORED!


My entries weren't much different from page to page.


On our way to swim practice, I stared out the window of Dad's truck. Dad
was driving and my mother was in the passenger seat.


"After we get done at the grocery store, we need to run by the post office
so that we can get those tax exempt forms--ooh! and I heard that there was
a deal going on at the hobby store for ribbon, so we'll need to go by there
before 2."


"Mom, practice ends at 1:00," I chimed in from the back seat.


"Oh, right," she said, chewing on her pen. "Well, we just might be a little
late." I rolled my eyes, and went back to staring out the window.


"I'm sure Coach Scott will be able to work you a little harder," Dad
commented, glancing into the mirror. I locked eyes with him, and I turned
away hiding a smile.


"Yeah, Dad's right. Coach Scott's really good at pushing me." Dad smirked.


"Well, great," my mother responded uninterested.


As we pulled into the public pool, I found myself looking forward to
practice more than normal. Something to get my mind off of everything. To
put my body to use in other ways. Not just sex.


I stepped out of the truck, and shut the door with a slam. Dad rolled the
window down, rested his arm against ridge of the door.


"Have a good practice son," he called after me.


"Thanks, Dad. See ya," I said. I scoured the still-pretty empty parking lot
for anyone I might know


"Hey, Smalls!" I heard Ramirez from across the parking lot. From afar it
looked like he was in normal clothes, but had been swimming a bit.


"Hey, man!" I beamed his way, thankful to know someone. I jogged his way.


"What're you, like, doin here, Smalls?" he asked.


"Practice," I said, a little confused, all of my stuff curled under my
arms. "Where is everyone?" I asked, nervously.


"Oh, crap, dude," he said. "We don't have practice today. It's the day
before school! I just wanted to get in a workout beforehand." My heart
sank. I'd be stuck at the pool for four hours. No way to get home until my
parents picked me back up.


"W-what?" I asked, incredulous. "Are you sure?"


"Yeah, man. Told us at the end of practice. Weren't you, like, listening?"
I remember last practice. My eyes were locked on to Coach Scott's waist,
undressing him with my eyes, hoping, praying that he would choose me to
stay after practice. To take me into the supply shed and fuck my brains
out. But he didn't. He chose Bowl-Cut, Stupid Face, Cole Mayo instead.


"I guess not."


"Hey, uh, you need, like, a ride or something?" he asked.


I sighed. "Nah, it's okay. I guess I'll just get in some laps and practice
anyway."


"Well, awright, man. I guess I'll, like, see ya later!" I waved at him as
he took off in his parents' car.


I dragged my feet walking into the pool. A few families were here getting
in a last summer day before the school year started. Some moms and dads
were laying out. I looked around hoping I'd see anyone I
knew. Unfortunately, I didn't.


The locker room was empty as I was changing. Feeling stale, cool air on my
naked skin was a little exhilarating, especially from the already extra
warm morning.


I stepped back outside. The families that had been swimming looked like
they were drying off. The pool was practically empty except for a
misbehaving kid who had just jumped in after his mom said "for the last
time" to get out of the pool and dry off, and another man.


I watched him sprout from the pool with a powerful lift. Water rained from
his sunburned shoulders, and down his lean back. My mouth dropped as I saw
a perky set of ass cheeks wrapped in a neon pink speedo that shone directly
in contrast to his gold skin.


Pushing himself out of the pool, he strode over to a lawn chair and flopped
down on top of it. His chest was small, but full of muscle, abs that
tightened without flexing, a torso devoid of any hair, a soft bulge that
filled his swimsuit displayed a subtle outline of a delicious looking
dick. His face was angular and strong, and almost a little familiar. A
light blond mustache dusted his upper lip, and even though his hair was
wet, I could tell he was blond as well.


As he got comfortable, he flipped on a pair of sunglasses, and let himself
begin to bake in the sun.


I could tell my dick was waking up as I felt it pressing against the
stretch fabric of my swimsuit. I shook my head to snap out of my trance and
walked over to a diving block.


I went through my stretches just as though I was in practice
normally. Bending over through my legs, I saw the families starting to make
their way to the exit, leaving me alone at the pool. The whole pool to
myself. It was kinda cool. I was so used to sharing it with my teammates,
so I tried to be more optimistic.


On the diving block, I shook my arms to loosen them up. Four laps,
freestyle, let's do it, I thought. I stretched a pair of goggles that Curt
let borrow from the last practice.


I pushed myself off the block and slammed into the water, awkwardly,
feeling the water hit the top of my head like a wall. I dolphin kicked
through the water trying to at least wake my spirits. Water was refreshing
on my skin, and as I surfaced I finally starting to getting into that
groove.


Lap after lap, even though I knew I was getting tired, I let myself fall
into a rhythm and move through the water with ease.


After a grueling fifth lap, I rested my arms on the edge of the pool at the
opposite end of where I started. Through the tinted lens of my goggles, I
looked up to see the bottoms of the sunbathing hunk's feet. I licked my
lips, hungrily. It'd been so long since I'd any attention from a man. If I
wasn't so nervous, I would've just jumped on top of him right there.


My dick was swelling in my swimsuit. I reached inside my speedo, gripping
my erection, stroking myself in the pool. I treaded water slowly, staring
at the toes of this stranger.


"Mmm," I whimpered. I tightened my ass a bit, thrusting into my hand,
feeling the cold water on my cock.


Suddenly, I saw the man's feet move. He leaned forward and placed his long
muscular arms on his hips. My jaw dropped. I thought I would cum in the
pool, but I somehow repressed my need to shoot. I was sensitive. I hadn't
had a real orgasm in so long that it was driving me crazy.


The man turned and looked at me, and gave me an acknowledging
smile. Surprised, I released my dick, and grabbed onto the edge of the
pool. With a powerful push I shot backwards as though I was going to do a
backstroke lap. As I launched backwards, I chose to just to the shallow end
of the pool and take a break.


Once I reached the concrete steps, I let myself float to the top step in
order to catch my breath. Looking toward the chair where the sunbathing man
was, I saw that he was gone.


In the distance, I heard a splash and a tanned blue skating through the
water. I sat still catching my breath, and watched the man taking a couple
of laps before to my surprise he swam like a frog toward the shallow end.


Looking down, I saw my erection poking inconspicuously out of my speedo. I
quickly and frantically fumbled with it, trying to keep it inside. No
matter what I did, it kept slipping out.


Looking in front of me I saw him emerge from the water. Water melted from
him as he stepped through the shallow end, heading to one of the walls that
had a whorling rush of water coming from a jet. Turning around he rested
his arms on the edge of the pool and shut his eyes.


I took his entire body in. Admiring how sculpted he looked. I'd come to
appreciate my father's rugged muscularity, Coach Scott's plump decadance,
the different shapes of men, but this gentleman was stunning. As though
made from bronze.


I could have looked at him all day.


"Hi," I heard him say. His accent was deeply southern, and his voice jolted
me out of my trance.


"H-hi, sir." My dick was sprung tightly against my stomach.


"Looked good in there," he said. I blushed a bit, feeling flattered.


"T-thank you," I stammered. I wanted to escape feeling embarrassed by my
erection. I decided to sink into the water, away from everything. Taking a
gulp of air, I dipped underwater, letting out all of my air as I drifted to
the floor. With my goggles on I could see even more of this man's
figure. Strong legs, a solid core, and...


My eyes widened. A full erection, springing out of his pink speedo. A
strong branch against a tree. A deep brown, perfect looking piece of meat,
buoying in the water. His pair of balls floating, pinched through on of the
legs of his suit.


Was I really seeing this? Was this real? I saw him take his cock into his
hand, stroking himself.


Shocked I pushed myself out of the water. I caught my breath, taking off my
goggles, letting him, and the rest of the world look bright blue, my eyes
adjusting to the light.


I turned around and went to rest on the steps again, this time facing away
from him. I couldn't trust what I was seeing. It had been so long since I'd
seen a naked man, that I was afraid that my mind was causing me to see
things.


I leaned on my elbows on the most shallow step, my back taking in the
sunlight. I turned around to check on him. He smirked, acknowledging
me. Using his core strength he started to let his body rise to the surface,
and like a dorsal fin, the tip of his penis peeked into the air.


I quickly turned away, shocked at what I was seeing. Was he coming on to
me? Was he really purposefully showing me his dick?


As I stared at the shimmering water near me, I thought that maybe this was
a chance I could take. A chance to feed my ass the meat that it had been so
starving for.


Using my right hand, I slipped my fingers beneath my waistband, feeling my
wet hole. I let out a shuddering breath. I circled my fingertips around my
asshole, teasing myself. With ease I slid one finger in, digging around my
ass.


"Mmmmph," I groaned, cupping water with my free hand, trickling it on the
back of my neck. I arched my back, feeling the sun graze my shoulders and
my back. My tight speedo squeezed against my ass, my wrist strapped in as I
sank one finger, then two. I tugged fabric that covered my hole to the
side, showing him my pink hole, two fingers sinking as far as I could push
myself. "Unnngh," I squeaked. "Unngh, yeah." I wagged my ass, presenting
him with a gift.


Looking over my shoulder, I saw the man wading through the water, almost
gliding toward me. Cock in hand. Smirking, sunglasses showing me in my
reflection.


It looked savory, glistening in the glimmering water. I turned my gaze
toward the exit of the pool. Nobody. Just the two of us. This man whose
name I didn't even know, whose body I could take an hour per inch of him to
worship, and whose cock I would get to hold in me.


"This fer me?" he asked. I ran my forehead against my arm, wiping my head
from chlorinated water and sweat. "This ass. Y'givin it over?"


"UNnnf, yeah, stick it in me, please," I growled, shoving my two fingers
deep into my hole, my prick skimming the surface of the pool. "Fuck my
ass," I demanded.


"Well, that's a little forward don't ya think?" A familiar voice punched
into my ears. My head shot up, my eyes wincing from sunlight. A wide and
brawny silhouette stood inches away from me. Thick, tan legs, brandished
with a small yet loose swimsuit, a portly stomach, a baggy tank draped upon
a wide and burly frame, wispy hair, and pink lips.


"Ah!" I whipped my arm away from my hole, and pushed backward into the
water. Coach Scott stood at the edge of the pool, arms akimbo, legs spread
in a powerful stance.


"What're you doin', Smalls?" he asked. I jerked my head around, searching
behind me for the muscly sunbather that was gawking at me earlier. Gone. Or
never there.


"W-wha...th-there was someone here, earlier. There was..." I rubbed my
eyes, blinking, staring at the corner where he just was. Was I really this
horny? Imagining men that aren't there?


"You okay, Smalls?" Coach asked. Seeing him there. Standing less than 20
feet away. I could have climbed him like a tree in less than three
seconds. I stared at him, thinking of a response that would warrant a pass
for fingering myself in a public pool.


"Y-yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I was just," I thought for a moment, adjusting my
boner, sinking into the water a bit more, "I was just doing some stretches
before doing laps."


"Ah, well, pool's closed, son. Not supposed to be here." I looked around,
realizing the reason for why no one was around.


"Closed?" I asked.


"Yep, 3rd Monday each month, I shock the pool with chemicals. Gotta close
it."


"You...you do that?" I asked. I hadn't realized that Coach Scott had any
other job than being...well, Coach Scott.


"Yeah. It's how I get to keep the pool for practices. Keep it clean, I get
the pool for free," he explained.


"Oh, that's...that makes sense," I replied. I sank down so that half my
head was submerged in water, blowing bubbles. I was nervous. I didn't want
to break any rules.


"But before I get to work, I like to take a dip first. Have the pool to
myself," he continued, starting to take his shirt off.


"Oh, should I leave?" I asked starting to paddle toward the step ladder on
the side of the pool. Coach Scott tossed his wife beater to the side.


"Nah," he said nonchalantly. Suddenly, he began shimmying off his
swimsuit. His soft, uncut cock swung in the air freely. "You can hang out a
bit longer," he said, kicking off his suit.


"Uh...C-coach," I blurted out wide-eyed looking around to see if anyone was
around. "What're you doing?" I asked nervously.


"No one's around," he said casually, wading into the pool. He let out a
deep sigh, rolling over onto his back, taking a couple of long back
strokes, skimming the surface of the shallow water effortlessly. My eyes
locked onto him, following him as he floated past me.  He sank into the
water, washing his face, spitting out pool, wiping his cheeks and eyes with
the palms of his hands.


"I always skinny dip right before the pool gets shocked." I had to have
been salivating, watching him, admiring him, cut in half by the glassy
water. "Ha, don't act so surprised, Smalls," he laughed. "You've been up
close and personal with me already," he said turning toward me.


His chest. His soft chest. Firm, brown nipples, shrinking from the coolness
of the water.


"Are," I asked quietly, "are you really here right now?"


Coach Scott's face twisted into a bewildered and shocked laugh. "Haha! What
the hell makes you ask that?"


A lump formed in my throat, as though I wanted to cry.


"I..." I composed myself, "I just wasn't expecting you here."


"Same to you," he said. My heart started to race. My cock was pounding in
the tightness of my speedo. My stomach twisted with a nervous excitement.


Maybe it was the amount of rejection I'd been facing from my dad lately,
but I guess I felt that it would be happening again with Coach.


"Well, I should probably get dried off," I said paddling toward the
steps. "My parents'll be here pretty s--AH!" suddenly I felt a yank on the
back of my swimsuit sending me tumbling forward into the water. With a
swift motion my speedo was flying down my legs and past my feet.


When I surfaced, I spun around. Before me stood Coach Scott holding my
swimsuit like a fish he'd just caught.


"Going somewhere without this?" he asked.


"I-I..." I said, dazed. Feeling the water on my bare skin was amazing. I
understood why he he enjoyed it. Swimming completely naked. Free. "Can I
have it back, sir?"


"Hmph," he said. "That's it?" He swung it around in his hand. "Better come
get it," he said, a twisted smile on his face. Then, he was off, diving
into the water, taking off toward the deep end.


My face lit up with a smile. I dove into the water, dolphin kicking after
him. I swiped at the water, taking in fast kicks and strides after Coach. I
peered and saw Coach's blurry figure getting closer to me. I resurfaced and
met Coach with wild laughter.


"Ah! So quick! Haha!" he said kicking backward, holding my suit over his
head. With another hooting laugh, he threw my suit over my head, letting
land in the water with a splash.


"Co-ooach!" I groaned in frustration. I dove underwater, sinking toward the
pool floor near a corner. I had the suit in my sights, crumpled at the
bottom of the pool, when suddenly, I felt a strong hand grip my ankle. I
snagged the suit in my hand, just as I began to feel dragged away. I kicked
the floor and shot to the surface.


"AH! Got it!" I roared in victory, holding my speedo in the hair. I laughed
softly trying to catch my breath.


"Ni-iiiice work, Smalls," Coach said, drifting closer to me. His wispy hair
lay flat, almost invisible on his head.


"Heh, th-thanks," I said wiping my eyebrows from the dripping water. I
leaned against the pool wall. With my feet planted on the floor, the water
came up to my shoulders. Coach treaded toward me.


"You're really starting to shape up, Smalls," Coach said, feeling my
shoulders. "All this practice is doin' ya good," he remarked.


"Th-thanks, Coach," I said, full of breath. I could hardly contain
myself. Coach continued stepping toward me. I stared deeply into his eyes.


The pool was quiet. No splashing kids. No loud adults. No cars zooming in
the distance. Only the sound of water splashing against the walls of the
pool.


"Um, Coach?" I asked.


"Hmm?" he asked stepping even closer. I could smell the sunscreen on him. I
could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.


"When do you have to be done with the pool?" I asked.


"Whenever, really. I'd like to be done before sundown," he shrugged. I
inched closer to Coach Scott, close enough to feel his hardening erection
press against my stomach. "I guess I could get started in a couple of
hours," he suggested.


"Y-yeah," I said in a whisper, look up at him, longingly. He, returning a
hungry, slack-jawed stare.


"Y'look like you might want something," Coach mumbled. I felt a hand grip
my dick.


"Ah-haaa," I gasped. "I-I..." my eyes rolled back in my head as Coach
stroked my cock. "C-coach," I whined, lurching forward, planting him with a
long and savory kiss. Coach dragged me forward in the water, scooping his
hands on the backs of my thighs.


A moan escaped Coach Scott's gut, filling my lungs with his voice. My legs
wrapped around Coach's waist. My balls clenched against my shaft as the tip
of my dick pressed against Coach's stomach.


"Ah," I said gasping for air as Coach ran his lips down my neck. "C-coach,
I-I..." I stammered.


"Jus' shuddup and c'mere," he said, gripping the back of my head, and
shoving me to his face again, his tongue driving into my mouth. Coach held
me close to him, our wet bodies sliding against each other. My hands
manically searched for anything to hold and knead in my fingers.


"Mmmmph, C-Coach, I n-neeh," I whined incomprehensibly. I was already so
close to cumming, I could feel it in my legs, my toes, my lower back.


Coach carried me over to the shallow end again, still making out with me. I
sucked on his tongue, swallowing his spit, inhaling his heavy breath,
needing anything I could take from him. Eventually we reached the stone
steps and Coach lowered me, letting me slide down him like a playground
ride.


"Hooo, G-gawwwwd," I shuddered, holding back my orgasm as though my life
depended on it. My dad told me that I needed control, and if holding in my
cum with Coach--the first man who's touched me in several days--then this
was a test for the ages.


Sitting on the shallowest step, he took his cock, fat, engorged. I paddled
over to Coach, resting my lips on his again. With a smack, I pulled away,
ravenously running my tongue down his neck, chomping down on his nipples.


"Mmmmm, yeaah, bit down on 'em, Smalls," Coach encouraged. "Chew on 'em,"
he barked. I did as I was told, gumming, nibbling, biting into his meaty
chest. I was ravenous, breath barely able to escape my mouth, whimpering
with eager excitement. With my dominant hand, I gripped Coach's firm dick,
and jacked him off. My lips made connected kisses down his belly, and
finally, staring into Coach's piss slit, as though it were an eye, I dove
onto Coach's cock, practically swallowing it whole. I closed my eyes in
bliss. As though a man crawling through the desert, his throat welcoming
his first sip of water.


"Aw fawwwwck," Coach roared into the open air. I sank down on Coach's dick,
winding my head so that I could allow Coach's cock to push further into me.


"Ahh...ACK," I gagged and coughed, shooting off of Coach's dick. It'd been
a while since I'd deep throated anyone. A while as in a few days. I was out
of practice. I stared at it, glazed with my spit.


"Pace yerself, Smalls," Coach advised. "Here, I'll help ya," he said taking
the back of my head in his hand. I opened my mouth, taking in Coach's
hooded cock. Slowly, he pushed himself into my skull, inch by inch. After a
few inches, he'd pull away, leaving my lips a drooled mess.


"There ya go," he encouraged. "That's my boy," he hissed. I moaned at the
sensation of Coach filling my throat with cock. He guided his dick into me,
letting my jaw stretch further, getting my lungs used to holding and saving
my breath.


"You've missed this dick, haven'tcha?" he coaxed. I nodded, genuinely,
firmly, locking eyes with him, showing him how thankful I was to once again
have the pleasure of tasting him again, to be devouring him, all to myself.


Pool water ran down Coach's bare thighs and legs as he sat at the
shallowest step of the pool. The sun baked down on our naked skin. I ran my
lips up and down Coach's shaft hungrily, as though it were a long lost
friend that I'd missed dearly. And I did miss Coach's dick dearly. With
each powerful punch to the back of my throat, I let a moan sneak through my
nose.


I lapped up whatever inches remained and pushed myself to sink deeper down
Coach's remaining bit of meat, feeling that addictive POP as the final inch
sunk into place.


"Hoooooly shit, fuck yeah, Smalls!" he barked into the air. I slowly sucked
my coach's skin, traveling back up for air. As I reached the last bit of
Coach's tool, I sucked on his foreskin, playing with it, nibbling and
running my tongue inside of it. "Yeah, Smalls, that's the fuckin' shit
right there, rrrrrgh!" he shook his head out of exasperation.


"C'mere boy," he said, with yearn and need in his voice, pulling me to his
face once more. His lips locked onto mine, his tongue lashed and licked any
part of my mouth that he could. My teeth, my tongue, the insides of my
cheeks. Pulling away, he spit directly on my lips, squeezing my cheeks
together. With his tongue he lapped up his own saliva, then pushed it into
my mouth with his tongue. I was dizzy with lust, and my coach was, too. I
could feel it. Monsters in heat.


Suddenly, Coach pushed me into the pull with a firm, and almost frightening
amount of force. I splashed into the shallow end of the pool, my whole body
welcoming the cool temperature of the water after spending those lustful
minutes in the sun.


Suddenly I felt Coach's hands scoop me by the underarms, lifting me out of
the water. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his slick body, and as
my vision returned to me, I found that I was floating on my back. With
almost beastly fervor, Coach Scott caught my dick in his mouth like a bird
scooping up a fish.


"ANNNNGH!" I squeaked. "Unnnngh, CO-OOOACH," I groaned. Coach used his
balled up fists to support my back, keeping me afloat as he painted my dick
with his tongue. My knees clutched Coach's hips as he pleasured
me. "Unghhhh, Coach, y-yeah, yerrblbbbl." My head sank into the pool, a
bizarre mixing of sensations. The water, which was cool and familiar, and
Coach's mouth, which was warm and euphoria-inducing.


I released my legs from Coach's waist, floating to the bottom of the
pool. I pushed myself back up catching a big gulp of air. I wiped my eyes,
trying to regain my senses.


"Y'alright?" Coach asked.


"Y-yeah, just catching my breath." I explained.


"Yeah? You think you can hold your breath longer than me?" he asked with a
sort of evil grin.


"I-I don't know," I smirked back. Coach waded toward me, taking my cock in
his hand once it was within reach, stroking me slowly. My eyelashes
fluttered with lust.


"Well let's have a contest. You can do a handstand underwater, right?" he
asked.


"Of course I can." It was the easiest "pool trick" any kid could do.


"Well, watch me first, and then you'll get the idea." Then, Coach tumbled
into the water, pushing his legs into the surface making a Y with
them. Wobbling toward me, I suddenly felt my dick sucked into my coach's
warm cave of a mouth.


"Awwwwmmmph," I whined. Looking in front of me, Coach's dick practically
flopped onto my face. I gratefully took it into my mouth, engulfing with
slow and purposeful gulps. It was as though we were doing a bizarre
sixty-nine. Standing and floating in this pool. If anyone walked in right
now, I can't imagine how I would explain what we were doing.


Coach's tongue swirled around my boy prick, as I gagged and deep-throated
my coach's thick seven-inches of meat. Incredibly, I could feel my balls
twitching and buzzing with need to unload my sperm into Coach's
mouth. Thankfully, I felt his legs start to fall backward and eventually
flop into the pool.


I stood panting as Coach reemerged from the water. Coach shook his head
from the pool water and had a big grin on his face. Water rained from his
tan skin, his sunburned shoulders and forehead. My mouth watered staring at
him. I wanted to shout, demand, order him to do things to me that I'd never
asked him to do. Little did he know that I could take a cock up my ass, and
after being up close to it today, I wanted--no, I needed it.


I slowly got my breathing under control.


"Twenty seconds. Your turn," Coach said, wiping his lips.


"O-okay," I said, somewhat nervously. Twenty seconds, I could beat that, I
thought. I did as Coach Scott did, and tumbled forward into the water. My
hands hit the floor of the pool and were planted there firmly. Coach Scott
took no time swallowing my dick whole. Like a bird scooping up a fish, he
ran his lips and tongue around my cock. As expected I felt Coach's cock
graze my cheek. Perfunctorily, I accepted his dick into my mouth. Sucking
cock was different underwater I found. I couldn't get the suction that I
liked, and my mouth kept filling up with water as I tried to deep throat
him. Eventually, I found my groove and being upside down while sucking off
my Coach actually turned out to be quite easy compared to out of the
water. Without gravity pulling me down, I was able to climb his legs and
push more of him into me, which he obliged by thrusting his meat into me as
I sucked him off. I could have done this all day. Except for that I
couldn't.


I struggled my legs free from Coach's mouth and somersaulted back to the
surface. With an intense groan, I took in as much air as possible.


"18 seconds," Coach said.


"18 seconds?!" I yelled. "No way!" He laughed in return at my competitive
spirit.


"I guess I lost count," he wiped his lips. "You'll have to go again." I
glared at him while giving him a smirk.


"Fine. But don't lose count this time!" He nodded, and I dove underwater
again, planting my feet on the floor. This time I'd prove to him that I
could go down on him longer. Coach instantly started bobbing up and down on
my cock once again, and I fumbled around looking for his. Once I found it,
I stuffed it down my throat, gripping his thighs. I pushed myself until I
was completely plugged by Coach's dick. Coach Scott started sucking and
stroking me at the same time, and if my legs shaking and quivering in the
air wasn't enough of an indication, I knew that I was going to cum any
second. I tried to fall forward to let Coach know that I was done, but I
think in both of our subconciousnesses, we knew that neither of us were
finished.


"MMMMM" Bubbles of air came surging from my mouth, my toes began to curl,
my thighs began to tighten and twitch. It was like I was being hurtled
through space--a feeling I'd never experienced. Floating upside down,
underwater, jizz filling up my balls and shaft, and ready to bust. With one
more lapping of Coach's tongue, cum emptied and spurt from my boy cock and
into Coach's mouth, against his teeth and tongue. I kept my mouth secured
around Coach Scott's cock as though it were a snorkel, giving me air. I
suddenly felt myself being pulled through the water, further into the
shallow end. I felt more and more of my body touching the warm air, my legs
pressing on either side of Coach Scott's head, so I could hold my
place. Finally, my head emerged from the pool, and I began taking deep sips
of air, as I continued sucking off Coach Scott.


"Hooo, boy, you're gonna make me cum. Yer gonna make me..." Coach wrapped
his arms around my back, holding me tightly against his body. "Unnnngh, I'm
guh...UNGH....UNGH!!" Coach barked, cum erupting from his thick dick,
filling my mouth, my throat with his sweet, delicious cum. Cum that I'd
been craving for days. I thankfully swallowed each drop, tears beginning to
stream from my eyes, running into my hair, as I sucked my coach drop for
drop, hanging upside down.


"Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah, boy," Coach grunted and panted as he slowly and
carefully lowered me back into the water. Gaining my balance and my senses
once more, I paddled to the surface, wiping water from my eyes, wading up
to Coach's cock as he stood on the steps that led into the shallow end. I
tenderly took Coach's cock into my hand and continued kissing and running
my face against it.


"Damn, kid." Coach Scott wiped his brow as the sun began to hang higher in
the sky. "'Said it before, and I'll say it again. Yer somethin else." I
smiled in return, sinking into the water seductively with fresh cum in my
belly.


As he stared at me longingly, eyes glazed over, hypnotized, obviously not
finished using me for the day, I wanted to blurt out a series of
questions. Questions that I'd been wondering every practice.


"Why don't you ever ask me to stay after anymore?"


"What is it about Bowl-cut Jerkface that's so great, and not me?"


And most importantly, "Will you please fuck me? Will you please fuck my
brains out?"


But I didn't.


Coach looked at a waterproof watch that was strapped to his wrist.


"Y'got another hour 'n a half til yer parents show up?"


"I-I guess," I shrugged. "They said they would be back after 1:00," I
explained. Coach smirked playfully at this.


"Well, it's only 11:15 right now," he wagged his softening dick toward me
by shaking his hips. My breath shuddered. I lunged forward taking it in my
mouth, still starved for sex. I planned to enjoy this dick for as long as
possible.


"Mmmmph," Coach groaned pleasantly. "Yeah, Smalls. Get me hard again," he
encouraged. I gummed and gulped down as much of Coach's meet as I
could. "That's it. Get it all in there," he gripped my jaw as I took in my
second helping of cock. I leaned into Coach's cock as though I were hooked
by him. I was a fish, caught on his lure, and he was reeling me in. He
grabbed a handful of my wet and stringy hair, ramming his cock into me,
down my throat. Slowly at first, but then a grueling pace, fucking my
mouth, unbridled, selfishly, without thought. His eyes rolled in his head,
a slave to his freed inhibitions, the sun beating down on him. I winced
trying to see him through the brightness of the sun, this hunk of meat,
plowing into my face.


"GRRRR," he roared, pushing himself all the way in, jabbing his cock at the
furthest point possible, my bloodshot eyes blinked away tears, keeping him
in my throat where he belonged. He growled as he pushed into me one more
time. I glared, trying to remain unphased by my jaw growing sore, or my
need to breathe. I wanted to show him that I was the best cocksucker he was
ever going to meet. Everyone else will pale by comparison.


"Let's...let's get dried off in the sun over there," he suggested. I kept
his cock in my mouth as he backed away. Even as he walked backward toward
the lawnchair that he planned on using, I walked, stooped over with his
cock in my mouth.


"That's right, Smalls," he encouraged, wild-eyed, "show me how much you
need that cock. Show me how yer nothin' without it," he spat on my face as
he said those words. I just looked up at him helplessly. His cock pulsing
between my lips.


Finally he sat on the lawn chair, one with plastic strips that allowed your
body to sink comfortably as you sat on it. His legs were spread wide, and
his cock lay drenched in my spit against his thick thigh. I instantly
crawled onto the chair with him, and kept worshipping my coach's thick
cock. Squeezing it and stroking it with my hand, and thankfully sinking
down on it, letting it punch me in the back of the throat. The sun raked
its hot talons against my back as I stooped over my coach's cock. My own
prick slipped through the plastic strips of the lawn chair, precum leaking
toward the hot concrete.


"Yyyyyeah, Smalls gag on that cock. Go on, show me, Smalls. Show me how
much you fucking love my sweet cock." Ferociously I gagged on Coach's dick,
I shook it in my mouth just like how Al did in the moving truck so long
ago. I showed him the animal that I'd become since he last saw me, in the
pool shed weeks ago. I showed him that I would do anything for his
attention, his sex, his cum, his cock. Coach sang his song of pleasure into
the open summer air.


"Yeah. Yeah, c'mere," Coach called. I popped up from Coach's dick and
crawled up the unstable strips of the chair. Wobbling uneasily, I reach my
coach's lips, resting my wet body on his I made out with him. Letting him
force his tongue down my throat, swallow my spit, as I took in helpings of
his. I was in a total euphoric bliss.


"Lemme see that hole o' yers," he demanded. Without asking questions, I
spun around wagging my ass in his face. Like a bee to honey, he began
making out with my ass. Running his tongue across my asshole, jabbing
inside of it with his tongue. I reached for Coach's cock, sucking him off
as he ate me out. I dry humped Coach's firm chest, painting his sternum
with precum.


"Mmmm, Crch," I said, gagged and mute. "Eat mrr horle," I whined, my mouth
blocked with my coach's meat. "Mmmmrph," I panted, swallowing my coach as
he enjoyed chomping down on me.


"C'mon, c'mere," he said almost in a frantic hurry. "Sit on my face. C'mon,
Smalls." I pushed myself off of Coach's dick and duck walked backwards, and
stood on the sides of the chair. I was worried that I was going to break
it, but Coach Scott grabbed me by the thighs and set my on his face. At
first he just kept rimming and licking my hole, occasionally slipping a
finger inside of me. Then as if in a trance, he started wiping his face
against it. His nose, his eyebrows, his forehead, his chin.


"Awww, gawwd, yes," he cried. "God, I love your hole," he groaned almost
zombified.


"Ungh, Co-ooachhhh. That feels so good," I whined, in response.  Looking
down, Coach's cock was totally engorged. Suddenly, Coach lifted away from
my hole, kissing my ass cheeks, my lower back, the middle of my back,
between my shoulder blades. I spun around straddling his round stomach,
humping against his warm skin. I slowly let my waist and my legs carry me
down his body a bit lower so that I could feel Coach's cock graze against
my slobber-soaked hole. Once I felt the tip of his cock against my asshole
I knew it was over. I had to have more of him in me. I needed to fill me up
with his cock.


My eyes widened as I felt that sensation. Of meat nearing my insides. Of it
being so tantalizingly close, that one buck of my hips could have him
half-way inside of me.


I grinded my hips, circling my hole around his cock, teasing him. Making
him want more of me. Sending an irresistible urge, a need to bury himself
into me.


"Fuck that feels nice, kid," Coach said. I leaned forward, kissing his
chest, his nipples, his arms. Anything my lips could reach. His cock
pressed against my hole a bit more forcefully, and I pressed back.


"Mmmmmph!" I whined. Coach's dick eventually slipped slightly inside of me,
no more than an inch must have sneaked in. "ANGH!" I yelped, a small smile
crept across my face.


"Oh, fuck. Smalls. I..." Coach's face looked torn. Conflicted. I circled my
hips around Coach's dick, watching his face contort with pleasure. I was
playing with him. Playing with his cock, and I knew he wouldn't be able to
resist longer. "Smalls, can...can I fuck you?" These magic words almost
made me choke up. "Can I," he said again, himself, "put my dick in
your...in your ass?" he asked quietly.


I knew that I had to play this right. Coach Scott was the only adult in my
life right now who could and would have sex with me. The only person that I
would get to regularly meet with where this would even be a possibility. I
had to make him want me at a moments notice. Just like my dad. And if it
came down to it, he would have to replace my dad. I didn't think it was
possible, to give me what my dad could from someone else. It would have to
suffice. Anything I said or did, needed to be almost strategic.


Coach's dick lay firmly planted barely inside of me. Rather than exclaim
"YES YES FUCK ME RIGHT NOW!" like I wanted to, I needed to make him feel
like he was getting the best piece of ass he's ever had. Better than Cole
"Stupid Face Bowl Cut Jerk Wad" Mayo.


"I..." I thought for a moment, twisting around on him, full of lust. "I
don't know," I said coyly. "You're really, really, big, Coach." Coach
started stroking me, looking at me with pleading eyes. His damp hair was
starting to dry into that striking silver that I knew him for. His chest
and shoulders were darkening from the sun. "Unnnmph," I whined in pleasure
with Coach's dick in his hand.


"I'll go slow," Coach said, promisingly. He was negotiating.


"You don't think..." I looked around, seeing no one, "You don't think we'll
be caught, do you? My parents won't find out?" I asked, fearfully, still
twisting my ass around Coach's dick.


"No, Smalls. No one will know. No one is supposed to be here today, and
you're parents won't be here for another hour at least. Please," Coach's
neck tightened, as if he was going to burst. "Please let me fuck you. I
won't hurt you, I promise," he gripped my hands. I put a look on my face
that looked a torn between two choice.


"Do you think it will hurt a lot?" I asked, naively.


"It will at first, but I'll make sure you get used to it," Coach bargained.


"O-okay." Coach's face lit up when I said yes. "Just sink slowly down my
cock," he said, lathering his dick with spit and sweat, his words full of
breath, excitement, almost unable to contain himself.


"Okay, like this?" I asked, letting myself sink down a good halfway down
Coach's cock, not going slow at all. My face twisted with pleasure, my
mouth dropped in utter euphoria. Precum glimmered in my piss slit.


"Hooo, whoa whoa," Coach said. "Y-you okay?" he asked me, concerned.


"Uh, uhnnngh, yeah. Yeah, C-coach, I'm okay. Do...do I keep going?" I
asked, my eyes shining with lust.


"Y-yeah, Smalls, go at your own speed. Just be careful," he said.


"Okay," I responded. I let myself squat further down Coach's cock, all of
the spit I'd used on him served as a helpful lube. As each inch entered me,
my eyes grew wider, and a massive almost cartoonish smile burst across my
face. "OH! OH, GOD!" I shouted, praising my coach's cock. Precum spurt from
my cock onto Coach's stomach. "Unnnnnngh," I whined, grinding my hips,
letting Coach's dick spool my insides a bit, letting me get used to have a
dick in me again. "Huh. I...I think you're all the way in me, Coach."


"H-holy fucking shit, Smalls," Coach whispered. "You just took that like a
champ," Coach said into a laugh.


"Can...can I keep going, Coach?" I asked him, tenderly, riding him slowly,
pulling his dick along with my ass, and then backing into it, spreading my
dick on Coach's belly like butter to bread.


"F-f-fuck....fuck yes, Smalls," he shuddered. I gripped the handles of the
lawn chair and used them as support as I rode Coach Scott slowly at
first. Sweat rained from my back, water dripped from my hair. I allowed
Coach's cock to enter me, taking each inch delicately and purposefully. The
feeling of Coach Scott's cock filling my hole was exhilarating, as though
the tip were connected to my spine, controlling me from the inside
out. "Holy shit. Holy shit," Coach groaned. "Jesus fucking Christ, kid,
yeah! Take my cock!"


"Unnngh, yeh yeh," I whimpered as I started to pick up pace, riding Coach
Scott's dick with more speed, feeling his dick scrape the inside of my
hole, my own prick starting to slap against my navel, a spider's web of
spit and precum starting to bloom at my stomach, connecting to my penis. I
took one of my hands, and smacked it against Coach's chest, gripping on to
his muscle for dear life, watching his skin color change as I kneaded his
chest. Sweat poured from my face as I furrowed my brow, growling at my
mentor. "Oh Coach, your cock...it's so big," I whined. "I can feel you
filling me up," I whimpered, my brow twisting into a mix of pain and
pleasure as I bounced on his tool.


"You need t'stop, Smalls?"


"No, d-don't stop, Coach. Keep fucking me. Keep FUCKING ME!" I shrieked. My
cock flopped against Coach's belly and my own. Precum was sprinkling my
chest, my chin as my dick whipped through the air. I dabbed it with my
finger and let my coach suck it off, running his tongue around my finger.


I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, slightly rocking back and
forth on my coach's dick.


"Fuck me, Coach Scott," I whimpered into his ear. With those instruction he
bucked his hips, plowing his cock into me. "Gyaahhhgh!" I groaned
helplessly becoming a slave to my coach's dick, my bones tossing around
like a ragdoll. With each thrust, I felt that familiar fiery burn at the
base of my spine. My coach punched into my prostate, causing thick cum to
ooze from the head of my dick.


"Ungh, Coach...yeah, I think you're making me cum," I groaned, almost drunk
from cock.


"Lemme fuckin' see," he pushed me back, and kept fucking me, even
harder. And watched as sure enough, thick globs of cum slowly drizzled down
my boy cock and on to my balls as he fucked me.


"Keh...keep fuckin' me Coach! Yeah! Keep goin!" I wasn't having an orgasm,
I don't think. But behold, cum was leaking out of me. I wondered if this
was normal, but having Coach's cock in me kept me from thinking of anything
else. I lifted myself from Coach's waist, and slammed back down as he
continued to fuck me slower, but harder. "UNGH! UNGH! Y-YEAH!" I squeaked.


Finally, I sank all the way down on my Coach and let him lift me with his
hips, and then drop me. My chest bounced along with my coach's ride that he
was giving me. My face twisted into mixes of expression I don't think I've
ever had. My brows showed surprise, my nose showed anger, my mouth showed
hysterical happiness, and my eyes showed nirvana. I let out belly
laughs. Not laughter of humor, but of happiness, but of sexual
fulfillment. Of relief.


As Coach's pace was starting to slow, I picked myself up and turned around
so that my back was facing Coach Scott. I adjusted my position, sinking
down on my coach's dick once more, this time much easier.


"Ahhhhhh," I sighed in relief. The sun rolling along my stomach and chest.


"Fu-uuuuuuck," Coach said in unison with my moaning. I leaned back getting
comfortable, feeling Coach's dick sink further into place, hitting as deep
as I felt he could go into me. I was panting with pleasure. Once I knew
that he and I were both comfortably ready to fuck some more, I started
picking up my pace, riding him once more.


"Mmmmmmph," I whined, "Coach...coach....cock...!" I groaned nonsenibly, my
knees shivering slightly. I looked to my right, and to my surprise, Cole
"Jerk Face Bowl Cut" Mayo was standing at the entrance/exit. My eyes
widened, afraid. I jerked my head to look back at Coach Scott, who was
laying down with his eyes closed, in a state of bliss. Head shifting
drunkenly from side to side. Mayo was wearing his swimsuit and a tank
top. A gym bag in his hands. A smile crept over my face. My head swung back
and met eyes with Mayo, who was still watching us, mortified.


"C-Coach," I moaned while keeping my eyes on Mayo. "C-Coach Scott!" I made
sure I moaned his name loud and clear. I wanted Mayo to know that I saw
him. And I wanted him to see how much better I was than him. "Coach, how
does it feel?" I kept riding his cock, feeling his meat running against my
insides.


"Feels so fuckin' good, Smalls. Don't stop," he said almost zombified. I
leaned back and locked lips with my coach as I kept riding him.


"You really like my ass, huh?" I asked, a bit more confidently.


"God, I fucking love it," I watched Mayo as I kept asking Coach questions.


"It's all yours, Coach Scott. This ass is yours. This mouth is yours. This
body is yours, Coach," I said almost as though I was reciting a poem, or a
spell. I just wanted Mayo to hear every word.


"Fuck yeah," Coach laughed. "That's what I like to hear, boy. This hole is
mine!" he said grinding his cock in to me


"Tell me how much you love it," I groaned. Coach started running his hands
across my sweaty skin, my legs, my chest, my boy cock that was still sticky
from my anal orgasm.


"I love this ass so fucking much. It feels so amazing, Smalls. God,
yer...yer fucking gonna make me cum if you keep going."


"Mmpph yeah, Coach, I want it. I want your cum. Have you...mph...have you
ever had your big cock in an ass like this before?" I asked, full of
breath, exasperated, totally losing control to my coach's cock penetrating
me, fucking me into the heavens.


"No, never," Coach whimpered.


"Tell me how much you love it, Coach," I coaxed.


"Yer fuckin' ass is the best, Smalls," he groaned. "Fuck!" he
roared. "Never tasted, felt, seen an ass like yours in my whole life. I
could fuck this ass all fuckin' day," he bellowed, his breath quickening,
his thighs slapping against my ass as he continued plowing me.


"Oh, Coach, I want your cum in my ass. I want you to shoot inside of me," I
begged, still somewhat performing for Mayo, but also for myself.


"Fuck, Smalls," he cried, swatting my ass with his hand.


"UNnnnnnngh, y-eahhhh s-say my name, Coach Scott." I lifted myself and
slammed my ass against his hips, making sure that I was working every inch
of his dick. My balls began to tighten against my shaft, ready to unleash
another spray of cum.


"Oh fuck. Fuck yeah, Smalls. Unnnnngh, Smalls your ass is so fuckin'
perfect, I wanna shoot every load I ever make into you."


"Oh God, Coach, please. I'll take every one of them," I whipped my hips
engulfing Coach's whole cock, and then lifting with maybe an inch to spare
before slamming back down, my knees knocking as I began to lose control of
my muscles. "Unnnnngh, C-Coach, yer makin' me so close. Say my whole name
as you cum inside of me. Please, Coach, say my whole name as you cum in my
ass!"


"Oh fuck. Oh FUCK. I'M FUCKING CUMMING. UNNNNGH SEBASTIAN! SEBASTIAN SMALLS
I'M CUMMING INSIDE OF YOU! HAA! HANGH! HUNNNNGH!" Coach twisted and
contorted as he slammed his load into me.


"UNNNNGH, COACH SMALLS. I'M CUMMING, TOO. Ooorrrgh, yeah!. FUCK ME. FUCK
THE CUM OUT OF ME!!" I begged as cum came spraying out of my dick, painting
my chest and stomach, with each thrust from my coach's wild bucking.


"FUCK, Sebastian. UNnnnngh!" Coach made one final push into me, causing me
to collapse on top of him. Feeling his cock softening in my hole, feeling
the fresh cum bake on my hot skin.


"Mmmmph, Coach. C-oach...C-oach-coach...." I petered out, leaning back, and
resting my back against Coach's sweaty chest and stomach, letting my coach
slowly finish sliding his dick into me a few more times. As we both began
to catch our breath, Coach pushed his dick into me, churning his hot load
inside of me.


I was hardly able to speak, and neither was Coach Scott.


Finally, I felt Coach's dick slither out of my hole, falling out with a
plop. I opened my eyes, looking to my side, no longer seeing Mayo watching
us. I smiled. I knew that I'd made my point. Coach Scott proclaimed to
basically the whole town that he wanted to spend each of his loads on me. I
knew that I got what I needed. And each practice, I would continue to get
what I needed.


A sudden blanket of shade began to drape over us, a relief after a long
workout, my hole worked


"Let's...let's hit the showers, Smalls," Coach said, finally. Clouds began
to patchwork the sky, the smell of distant rain filling the air. After the
baking sun took hold of this week, rain would be a long-appreciated change
of pace.


* *


The cold water on my skin was greatly needed. My shoulders and chest felt
warm with sun. Standing next to Coach Scott in the showers felt extra
special. We made small talk about swim times, strategies, upcoming
meets. In between, making out under the water, groping each other's
asses. I took a couple of fingers up my whole as well.


As we were drying off, I finally spoke up about something that I wanted to
know.


"Coach, can I ask you something?" my heart started racing from nerves.


"Shoot," he said, toweling off his underarms.


"You always ask Mayo to stay after practice."


"Mm-hmm," he said dabbing his towel against his face.


"Do you do with him, like what you do with me?" I asked. It was a
complicated question, but I needed to know.


As he finished drying off, he stepped over and planted another kiss on my
lips. His tongue lingering in my mouth a bit longer than normal. Coach put
his swimsuit back on, along with a tank.


"See you at the next practice," he said. Then he walked out of the locker
room, the sound of his flip-flops softening as he left.


I stood in the locker room. Confused. Uncertain. Frustrated. I knew he
wasn't just going to let me have his cock. He was going to make me work for
it. Part of me was irritated, the other part of me appreciated the
challenge.


I got dressed, packed up my belongings and headed outside. Thankfully, I
saw my dad's truck, my mom in the passenger seat. My legs were a little
noodly from Coach's workout, but I eventually found my strength and headed
to the truck.


As I slumped down into the backseat, my back bristling from sunburn, my mom
piped in.


"How was practice?" she said in a routine voice. My shoulder's pressed
against shopping bags, uncomfortably


"S'good," I said nonchalantly. "Worked out a lot. Coach gave me a lot of
attention."


"What'd y'all work on?" Dad asked, glancing in the rear view mirror at
me. My dick began to stir as I examined my dad's face. I'd missed him so
much. His smell, his taste, his touch.


"Uh..." I thought. I couldn't say what we actually did. "Breath control, a
lot of cardio, and..." I thought a bit more. "...strength training?" Dad
smirked. He had to have known what really had happened. Maybe my mood
seemed different.


Once we got home, my mom took herself inside, leaving my dad and I to the
bags. Once the door slammed shut, he spoke up.


"So he fuck ya?" he asked, under his breath. My head shot in his direction,
in shock.


"U-uh..." I stammered. "Well..."


"Y'don't have to lie, son," he said slipping his hands into the handles of
the shopping bags, dragging them out of the back seat. He faced me with his
signature serious eyes. My cock was begging to be let out of my swimsuit. I
shoved my hand down the waistband of my trunks, and sliding it to the side,
trying to be discreet.


"Yeah, he fucked me, Dad," I confessed. He smirked in response.


"How was it?" he asked. I wanted to gush about how great it was, but I knew
that wasn't a good response, if I ever wanted Dad's dick in me again.


"I think he'll be back for more," I said carefully. "He said that I was the
best he'd ever had." Dad smiled, almost sadly, but almost with pride.


"Not as good as you, though," I added, running my hand along the crotch of
my dad's tight jeans, feeling the outline of his cock buried inside. Not
even a second after I continued to feel him, he jumped away.


"Fuck, Sebastian!" my dad snapped. He stared at me, shaking his head, and
then stormed off. I ran after him concerned. Before going inside he turned
around, saying softly, only inches from my face.


"Never in public. Not with your mother just inside," he instructed. "Do you
understand?" I scanned his face. He looked pained. I had just gotten done
having sex in the open air with my Coach, and I guess I wasn't used to be
secretive, like he wanted me to be.


"Yes. Yes sir," I said, disappointment in my voice. Dad went inside and I
followed, with an unending itch inside of me that was desperately needing
to be scratched.


I spent the rest of the afternoon lazing about the house. Trying not to
think about school. I'd lay on my bed, watching the design of the sky
change through the broken blinds of my window. Naps came like breezes,
every five minutes or so, my eyes would close and I'd wake up to a dark
sky. Eventually rain began to knock on my window, and the smell of dinner
wafting into my room from down stairs prompted me to get up.


I winced as my shirt slid against my sunburnt shoulders and neck. I knew
I'd forgotten something, and the sun was ruthless during swim practice that
day. I trudged downstairs, groggily, sore from sex, dreading tomorrow
having to go to a new school.


During dinner, I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, bothered by sunburn. My
dad and mother continued their conversations about how there are still so
many things to do, the need to get Mothers for the Advancement of Teenage
Health (MATH) out into the community was the whole reason why we moved
here.


That got my interest. I didn't really understand why we moved. I knew it
was for my mother's work, but I didn't know it was particularly spreading
MATH to the community. To this community.


"A lot of these families that I've met have a hard time addressing the
health of their children," she said, overwhelmed,
flabbergasted. "Hopefully, we can do a good thing," she ended, looking at
all of us. As if it were up to us to get the job done.


"'Cited for school, kids?" Dad asked.


"No," my sister Lisa and I said at the same time, making my father laugh
while chewing on corn on the cob.


"Come on. It'll be great. Think of it as a new start," my mother explained.


"What if I don't need a good start," Lisa retorted, stabbing her chicken
with her fork.


"A second chance in a new place is a gift," my mother said,
romantically. "Maybe you'll find something you're interested in,
Lisa. Maybe Sebastian will get his grades to a decent place."


"Gee thanks," I said sullenly. My grades weren't terrible. I had a hard
time paying attention in class, especially if the class didn't interest
me. I liked science, mostly. We got to work with our hands and it was just
reading from a book the whole time.


"Seb and I have grown t'like it here, don'tcha think?" Dad asked, tapping
my feet under the table, raising his eyebrows. Just feeling his toes on
mine was enough to get my dick growing in my shorts.


"Yeah. I like it here a lot."


"What's yer favorite thing about Birchwood so far?" he asked.


"The weather," I said. "Everyday's been really nice." I adjusted myself in
my seat again. "Even if it's hot, you can still have fun," I said looking
Dad in the eye.


"Yep," he said, scraping his plate. "Seb and I got to do a lot while y'all
were away."


"Well, good!" my mother exclaimed. The conversation was winding down, and
the rain was starting to come down even harder. My dad and I started to do
the dishes, my mother went to her desk to organize some files, and Lisa was
watching TV.


"Sebastian, why don't you go try on your school clothes for tomorrow that I
got you?"


"Do...do I have to?" I asked, annoyed.


"I need to make sure you look perfect for tomorrow. We need to all make
good impressions!" she said, shutting the drawer that she'd been rifling
through. I sighed in response.


"I'll come up in a minute to check on you," my dad said, loud enough for my
mother to hear. "Make sure you look okay for school," he said, giving me a
pat on the shoulder. I grimaced slightly through my teeth as I trailed away
up stairs.


In my room I unfolded the clothes that were in the Sears bag, it looked
like my mother wanted me to wear a blue collared shirt and slacks. I rolled
my eyes, thinking I was going to look like a huge dork on the first day.


I stripped off my clothes carefully, not enjoying the sting of my sunburn
on my shoulders and neck. I slid my underwear off, my erection wagging to
and fro. Searching my brain, I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen my
prick soft. It seems like any minute of the day, I'm thinking about
sex. While I felt lucky that at least I had an outlet for it, knowing that
most other kids weren't getting to have the fun that I was, I wondered if I
would ever get over this. If I would ever be able to get through a day
without having cock on my mind.


I could hear the distant sound of dishes clanking against the sink
downstairs. I couldn't get my dad's image out of my mine. His body. His
hairy body. It'd been so long since I'd been able to just see him naked. I
flashed back to the day that I hid under his bed, watching him in the
bathroom. How my eyes refused to blink as I examined him from head to
toe. His long powerful arms, his hairy chest, tight stomach. I found myself
gripping my penis, stroking myself to the thought of my dad's naked body,
inches from me. The thought of him stuffing his cock into my mouth. Gagging
me with his meat.


I rolled my eyes in sexual frustration, and flopped down on my bed. Rather
than get changed, I decided I'd surprise my dad once he got there. Laying
on my bed, I spread my legs, so that the first thing he'd see is my hard
cock and my eager hole waiting for him.


I heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and I knew it
was him.


A couple of knocks on the door and then "Y'decent?" my dad's voice sent
chills through me. I spread my legs, teasing my hole with one of my
fingers, stroking my cock with a free hand, my balls bouncing with each
quick stroke.


"Yep!" I said, and saw the door open. When my dad came in his eyes
widened. I don't think I'd seen him so surprised. He came in and quickly
shut the door. He turned around, his breath shuddering as he took me in his
eyes.


"Jesus fuck, Sebastian," he said, almost winded. In his hand was a bottle
of aloe vera.


"Fuck me, Dad," I whispered. "Fuck me right now. Real quick," I whimpered,
winding my hips against my mattress.


"Shhhhh," my dad said coming over to me.


"C'mon, Dad," I whispered. "Please, it's been so long!" I leaned forward,
pulling on his belt loops, pulling him toward me. Losing his balance he
toppled over on top of me.


"Come on, Dad," I whispered frantically, rubbing my naked body against
his. "Just fuck me. It won't take long," I pleaded.


"Sebastian, we can't," he grumbled, attempting to pull away. I leaned into
him, planting my lips against his, kissing his lips. The second I fell into
his mouth, I felt my entire body convulse with electricity. I moaned
eagerly into his mouth. Dad reluctantly kissed me back. Our tongues getting
to dance with one another like they used to.


Dad pulled away catching his breath. "Fuck, son," he said, drunk with
lust. His hand slammed against my hole, and with fervent strength, a finger
slid its way inside of me.


"UNnnngh, yeah," I groaned.


"Quiet, Seb," Dad whispered. "Quiet." I heard the popping of a cap, and saw
Dad lifting the bottle of aloe vera lotion and painting his fingers with
them. One by one Dad stuck his lotiony fingers in my hole. Each one made it
more difficult to stay quite.


"Uerrrrgn, Dad," I whined, to which Dad shoved his face into my mine,
collecting my moans into his lungs. Almost in a rush, Dad pulled away from
my hole, and stood up, unbuckling his belt.


"Turn around," Dad commanded quietly. "Git on yer stomach," he said. I did
what I was told, a smile spreading across my face. I knew this was going to
have to be fast, but I didn't care, as long as I was going to get to have
my dad's cock in me again.


I laid down comfortably on my bed with my ass in the air, preparing myself
for my dad's tool. I heard the smacking noise of lotion lubricating my
dad's cock, and I wagged my ass in return. Dad swung his leg across me,
aiming his dick for my hole, not even taking his pants or clothes off. With
a couple of careful licks against my asshole, Dad positioned himself behind
me.


"C'mon Dad," I whispered.


"Awright, here 'comes," he said, and with urgent force, I felt my dad slide
his cock into me. Dad took his hand and pushed my head into a pillow that
was near my face.


"ERRGGGH," I roared into my pillow. Dad was in me. Finally. I clamped my
ass around him thankfully feeling his eight inches of meat plunge into my
hole. With no time to waist, Dad started fucking me. Thankfully, after
getting plowed by Coach Scott, my ass was already ready and loosened up for
him. All I could do was bite the pillow that I was forced to plant myself
into, and appreciate the dick that was now pounding me.


There was no easing in. There was no tender foreplay. There was no heated
pretext. All there was, was fucking. And I didn't care. I needed my
father's cock in me. I couldn't live without it.


"Y-yeah," Dad whispered into my ear. "I know you missed me," he
growled. "Y'want me to keep fuckin' ya" he asked.


"MM-HMMM," I squealed into my pillow.


"God, I fuckin' missed your ass, Sebastian. Holy fuckin' sheeyit," he
said. His zipper scraped against the crease of my ass cheeks, and the
buttons of his shirt stung my shoulders. But I couldn't complain. I
wouldn't.


"Awww, fuck yeah," Dad whispered into my ear. His balls swung against my
ass as he started to pick up pace. I clawed my bedsheets as I felt cum
starting to fill my balls, ready to shoot from my cock any minute. All I
could do was mouth the words "Fuck me" into my pillow, unable to make a
sound.


"God, I wanna empty right into ya, Seb," Dad whimpered. "I wanna--"


"COME ON DOWN GUYS. I WANNA SEE HOW HE LOOKS." My mother. My mortal enemy.


We both froze in place. I lifted my head, wet with sweat, my hair a
complete mess.


"K-keep going, Dad," I said. "Don't stop," I begged.


"N-no, Seb," he started to pull away. "We gotta go down," his dick exited
my hole, and I fell to the bed, feeling as though my insides had just been
ripped out of me, letting out a huge groan.


"Come on, Seb."


"No, Dad, please don't go," I whined pulling on his hand, tears in my
eyes. I stroked my cock, spread my legs, did anything I could to get dad to
notice me. He yanked his hand away from me violently.


"Put yer school clothes on, quit yer bitchin' and come down." I jumped out
of bed, running toward him, throwing my arms around him. Kissing his neck,
his cheeks, his lips. With an unexpected force, Dad pushed me off of him,
sending me backwards onto the bed once more. Laying there naked, sprawled
upon my mattress. With that, Dad left. I sat there. My hole still buzzing
with need. I stood on my feet, looked around, manically for something to
shove in my ass. My dad had started something that needed to be
finished. Nothing in sight. I took the journal that was under my pillow in
my hand and threw it against the wall, leaving a small dent. Wiping tears
out of my eyes, I got dressed.


Walking past the bathroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I
stopped in my tracks. Walking inside, I watched as I grew in my
reflection. My polo stuck to my skin in a crisp way, my slacks had a crease
that dragged through each of my legs. My forehead was red from sun, and my
lips still shone from my father's saliva.


I looked not like myself. I looked like a manufactured joke. Like my mother
wanted me to look in front of a crowd. Like I was supposed to be normal,
even though I knew I wasn't. I wasn't normal.


Glaring at my reflection, I wound my tongue in my mouth, and spat at the
mirror. A wad of saliva hitting me square between my reflection's eyes. I
flipped of the light and started down the stairs.


Dad and my mother were waiting for me in the living room. I sheepishly
walked toward them. Blue polo, khaki pants, brown shoes, white socks, and a
hard-on tucked behind a pair of briefs.


"Sharp!" my mother said, hardly even looking at me.


"Looks good, Seb," Dad said, his forehead slightly red, and sweat shining
on his cheeks. I turned around a couple of times to show them the whole
outfit.


"You'll be the best dressed seventh grader in the whole school," my mother
explained.


"Can't wait," I said, monotonously. My dad looked away, almost embarrassed
for himself. He knew that I was mad at him. Mad at him for getting me riled
up, and now sending me away with a buzzing hole and a throbbing dick.


"Alright, let's get ready for bed. Early day tomorrow," my mom said. I
stared out the window behind the two of them, watching the rain.


Finally, I said, "Dad, I think I left something in the truck. Can I go out
and get it before I go to bed?"


"Uh, yeah, sure. Should be open. Jus' turn the garage light off once yer
done," he said. Without saying anything else, I turned around and headed
toward the garage.


As I entered the garage, being taken by the scent of petroleum, wood, and
rain, I quickly searched for an exit. I had to get out of here. Maybe
Mr. Grisham would be outside for some reason, and maybe he would fuck me
right in the street. I don't know. All I knew is that I couldn't stay in
the house with my dad there. I wouldn't be able to control myself. I needed
cock. I needed it now. In the corner of the garage I found a door that I
could use to go outside. With urgency I pushed it open, getting instantly
hit by warm rain and humidity.


I looked behind me, and decided that there was no turning back now. I shut
the door, and just started running into the night.


Rain splashed against my face, soaked my new clothes, got caught in my
throat, and as I grew further and further away from the house I started
crying. I didn't know where I was going, I just decided that I would keep
sprinting as long as I could, until either I passed out from exhaustion, or
someone took me in, hopefully gave me a cock to suck on, and send me on my
way.


Eventually, I hit the road that led to the ditch. I traversed the brambly
roots and branches that had over grown among the damp earth and reached the
concrete canyon. After a couple of attempts of climbing the slippery walls
of the ditch, I made it to the top, mud caked in my hands and on the knees
of my khakis. I stood at the barbed wire fence, staring at the farmer's
house. His house like most of them in the neighborhood right now didn't
have any lights on. Through one of them though, I could see the faint blue
glow of a television screen.


I remember what he said the first time Paul, Sara, and I trespassed on to
his property: "I don't wanna see yer ass around here ever again!" After
he'd gotten done spanking me, after I'd gotten done ejaculating on his
arm. My first orgasm caused by anyone, was with him.


A bolt of lightning illuminated the rest of the Farmer's Yard, revealing
the same desolate, unused property that I'd seen the last time I was
here. A distant rumbling ran through the earth and through my bones. Maybe
it was my hard-on suffocating beneath my wet clothes, maybe it was the
lingering need that hung in my asshole, or maybe I just no longer cared
what happened to me, but I slipped through the barbed wire, and trudged
closer to the farmer's house.


As I approached the small house, I stepped carefully on the sheltered
wooden porch that was littered with beer bottles and old cigars. I was
relieved to no longer be battered by the heavy rain. Slowly, I snuck to the
edge of the window, to see if I could see anything inside.


The room was covered in the technicolor wash of the television screen and
as I squinted through the dirty window, I could see that he was watching a
video of people have sex. A girl with heavy and swinging breasts being
taken from behind, while also sucking on a cock. My eyes widened at this. I
had no idea that there were movies of people having sex, much less where
anyone would get one.


As I stepped closer, I could see the hulking silhouette of a familiar
shape. The farmer.


I couldn't see much of him, but the shining bristles of his hair that
covered practically every part of him. As the porn on his TV changed
angles, or changed scenes, a different view of the farmer and this room
came to light.


Reds: crumpled papers littered about, the farmer's muscular left arm
contracting, empty book shelves, a slowly revolving ceiling fan missing a
blade. Greens: cigar smoke drifting from the farmer's head, empty picture
frames hanging on the wall, dirty dinner plates stacked on a table, the
farmer's legs stretched out, resting on a coffee table. Blues: the farmer's
bare shoulders, the hair splaying from the back of his neck down his back,
wild and unkempt, a dirty and dilapidated floor.


My cock was practically thrashing against my fly. I couldn't believe I was
seeing him again. The man who gave me my first orgasm. I shoved my hand
down my pants, tugging on my painful erection.


CRASH


Lightening shimmered behind me lighting up the rest of the world. For a
flash I could see everything. The farmer's sun poached skin, his red hair,
the brown of his cigar, and his cock. Cock couldn't be enough of a word to
describe it. It was a weapon of a penis. Erect in his hands, it was bigger
than any dick I'd ever seen, and for my age, I'd seen quite a few. And for
the farmer's sheer size had to have made it even bigger just from
perspective. All of this I saw in a flash. But something else I saw was my
shadow, projected onto the wall in front of me.


My heart dropped. My stomach sank.


The farmer jumped to his feet just as I sank below the window. Inside the
house I heard the heavy footsteps of a monster heading toward the door. I
skittered around, trying to make my way to the otherside of the house. I
pushed myself back into the rain. I pressed myself into the wooden siding
of the farmer's house, hoping that I could make myself as small as
possible.


I heard the slow shuffle of the farmer standing on the porch, and my heart
was in my throat. Water blinded me, hanging on my eyelashes. My clothes
stuck to me almost like latex. My hair was in strands of soaked rainwater.


I listened closely to the steps of the farmer on his porch. Steady thumps
like a giant walking in the mountains. I was dying to take a glimpse of
him, but I knew I couldn't reveal myself, spying on the man jacking off for
a second time.


Eventually, the sound of footsteps faded away, and I was left in just the
soft sound of rain.


After taking a few breaths, I decided to peek around the corner. My heart
was racing in my chest, nerves shot. Rounding around the corner, I saw
nothing. I huge sigh of relief exited my lungs. I rested my head against
the wall. I just wanted to go home. Be in my own bed. Alone.


Just as I turned, I saw a hulking shadow standing in front of me.


CRASH


Lightning exploded in the sky illuminating everything. The farmer stood in
front of me, a furious nonchalance about him, seven-feet of muscle and hair
and rage. Rain bouncing off his muscular shoulders giving him the
appearance that he was radiating electricity. Rain matted his red-orange
body hair to his skin, making him look sleek and lean, unlike the wild
bushiness where I've seen him before. He was almost not human. A
creature. A beast.


But above all, between his legs swung a thick python of a tool. My eyes
couldn't look away.


"Y'made a big mistake, kid," he said, voice like gravel.


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Chapter 12 to follow.


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