Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2020 23:07:23 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighboorhood - Part 22

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Chapter 22 - I Put a Spell on You

"As you all know the moon never looks the same from night to night." Coach
George had a projector displayed at the front of the classroom with the
metal clasp of a jar sitting on the light. A perfect circle shown behind
him. "Each of these moments of change are called 'phases'." He began to
slide the metal lid of the jar across the ring, causing the circle to
resemble the moon's phases.

I shifted in my seat. My ass was still sore from Dad's and my marathon of
sex. I wondered if Dad was feeling sore, too. I could hear the wailing
sounds of pleasure that I'd never heard my dad make, getting fucked by me
for the first time.

"The moon is also responsible for the tides. The moon has its own
gravitational pull. When the tide goes in, and when the tide goes out, all
depends on where the moon is, respective to us."

While I felt satisfied after leaving my dad's lonely apartment. I found
myself back at square one. I needed more. The urges that had once caused me
to fail classes, skip tests, and ultimately, get kidnapped, were back. And
I could feel them getting stronger. Random objects began to take the shape
of glistening penises. I began to mishear simple phrases like "Want some
gum?" to sound like "Want some cum?"

"That being said, when there's a full moon, you start seeing interesting
things happening in nature."

If I wanted to, I could have Coach George drop to his knees and blow me
right in front of the whole class. I could picture the class screaming in
disgust, running out of the room. Running to go to the
principal. Mr. McCook would charge in, and the two of them could fight over
me like wolves. It would ruin both of their careers. It would ruin their
lives.

"Tonight is a full moon, actually."

I ruin lives, I thought. I can ruin lives. I thought about Daddy. Rotting
away in some prison for something that I selfishly wanted.

"So when you hear your teachers say, 'Must be a full moon,' when y'all act
crazy in class. Now you know why." The class laughed.

The bell-rang and Coach George announced that there would be a lab in the
next class. "So no open toed shoes, tie your hair back, you wouldn't wanna
burn yer braids off, Christina!" he called after a crowd as they left.

I got up to leave as well, as it was time to go to Athletics with Coach
Scott.

"Sebastian?" Coach George called. I froze in place and did my best to
quickly erase all of these thoughts from my mind.

"Yeah, Coach?" I tried to keep my distance. I didn't want an incident to
break out like the last time we were alone together. After school, I was
helping organize microscope slides, and I couldn't contain myself. I
captivated Coach George with a long lingering look. After accidentally
knocking a box of slides from the lab table, we both stooped down to pick
them up, and from Coach George's shorts, plopped a full erection. Unable to
contain himself, he placed my hand in his and drew me closer to it. I
promised that I would stop having sex at school and made the goal to get
all A's before I would do it again. I knew it was Uzinvi trying to tempt
me. I sprinted out of the room before it could get any worse.

"Mind if we chat for a minute?" He set his clipboard on his desk and shut
the door.

Hoo, boy, I thought. Here we go. I began thinking of a way to let him down
easy that it wasn't going to happen. At least not yet.

"Sure, Coach."

"I just wanted to apologize," he said with a tone of levity in his voice.

"F-for what?"

"You know what," he said, rubbing his eyes. "I crossed a line last
week. Something came over me."

"Wh-what do you mean, Coach?" I asked trying to play dumb.

"When you were volunteering, and my...well, my 'you know what' came out of
my shorts."

"Oh. Yeah, that was weird, heh."

"Haha, yeah, it sure was." I looked at Coach George. He seemed
uncomfortable.

"Well, why did it happen?" I asked.

"H-huh?"

"Your dick. Why did it come out? Why was it hard? Was it because of the
moon like you said earlier?" This was fun, I thought. I'd never really
interrogated any of the men who'd fucked me. Asked them why, or how they
felt.

"Uh...um...no, and language Sebastian."

"Sorry. Well, then why?"

"W-well...I...I guess I'm not entirely sure."

"Were you...turned on by something?" I asked.

"Ha...hoo boy. We really shouldn't be discussing this."

"The man who kidnapped me," I started. Coach George's expression changed
somberly. "He said the same sorts of things. He didn't know why he couldn't
stop. Or why he wanted me."

"Sebastian..." Coach George said with a bit of sadness.

"Are you like him?" I asked.

"No. No, Sebastian. I'm not like him. I would never...I would never put you
in danger like that. Look. I think what I wanted to say was--"

"Well, then why, Coach George? You wanted me to touch it, didn't you? Just
be honest." Coach George froze. "You wanted me to, right?"

"Um..." his eyes darted around the room, trying to think of the next thing
to say. "When you get old like me. Certain things stop working the
same. And...one of those...certain things...can be your reproductive
organs."

"Your dick?"

"Sebastian. Come on. So...I guess when it...started working. I got a little
overwhelmed."

I let his excuse marinate for a moment. He wanted me still. I could smell
it on him.

"Are you hard right now?" I asked trying to get a better look at his
warm-up pants.

"Wh--! Okay...I think we're done here. I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," I said.

"And, if we can keep this conversation to ourselves, I'd like let you come
back and volunteer after school. No funny business." No funny business? He
was making this incredibly difficult. I should say no, I think. It's going
to be too much of a distraction. But at the same time, keeping busy would
be better than having nothing to do with my time but jack off.

"Alright, Coach. But I wanna do really hard stuff. Not the same old pick up
books and clean the chalkboard."

"Ha. Okay, that sounds good. I'll see you after school then."

I never brought it up again. And neither did he. Volunteer work was the
same as ever, but I liked the purpose it gave me. To walk into Coach
George's room and see things in their correct place and knowing that I
helped.

I did everything I could to distract me from needing dick. Homework,
chores, swim practice, exercise. If I could just make it to Sunday, Dad
would make everything all right. Dad would give me what I needed. And then
I could last another week.

My mother was growing more and more overwhelmed with work and running an
election campaign. She was short with everyone. Jennifer, one of her
assistants, tended to take it personally, but Chance was something else. He
had an unshakable optimism that I admired. I knew my mother did as
well. she started asking Chance to do simple household things, and he
always obliged which I thought was weird.

"Chance, can you get the mail?" she asked after dinner.

"On it!" he sprang up.

"I'll get it," I offered. I needed a break from homework, and I really
didn't mind. It was typically a lot to carry since we'd been getting a lot
of mail lately.

"Y'sure, champ?" Chance asked. I rolled my eyes. I hated it when he called
me that.

"I'm sure." I left the house and headed toward the mailboxes. Every time
I've taken this walk it reminds me of sneaking into the Farmer's yard where
I came for the first time from the touch of a man. Ever since that night
where I took the Farmer's curse from him, I've gotten to see the once
desolate land which nothing but a shack where the monster lived, become
greener and more verdant. Plow lines were getting redrawn. It was starting
to look like an actual farm.

I twisted the key to the mailbox, and I heard footsteps approaching me from
behind.

"S-Sebastian?" I spun around. It was Mr. Grisham.

"Hey, Mr. Grisham. Just getting the mail."

"O-oh...me too. Nice night we're having." Mr. Grisham came over and stood
next to me. His mailbox was next to ours.

"Yep." I opened the small box and saw that it was completely full. "Oh
man." I tried taking each letter out, envelope by envelope before finally
the pile spilled into my arms.

"Need some help there?" he offered.

"Uh, yeah sure," I pivoted my arms letting some of the mail end up in
Mr. Grisham's hands. He filed his own mail underneath. We began our walk
back to our homes.

"Funny thing about mail," Mr. Grisham started.

"H-huh?" I asked. What a weird thing to say.

"Y'know. How all that mail can fit in that little box.  How it
'comes'...every week." Suddenly I realized what he was saying.

"Yeah, I guess it does. Sometimes it comes a lot."

"It always feels good to get some mail, right?"

"Yeah, it feels really good." My dick started to stir in my shorts. I loved
how Mr. Grisham was talking dirty to me, without actually doing it.

"I'd love to get some mail right now," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked. "I think I might have some mail in my back pocket if you
wanna reach in there."

"Really, lemme check." We paused walking before getting to close to our
houses. Mr. Grisham reached in the back of my shorts, letting his fingers
grip my ass and wander to my hole, teasing it slightly before driving one
of them in. "Hmmm, yeah I think I found it." He looked around to see if
anyone could see us.

"Uh...unnngh..." I said, my mouth hanging open in a stupor. "Y-yeah," I
encouraged. His finger twisted deeper into me. Some envelopes slipped from
my arms.

"Whope," he said, withdrawing his hand from my shorts. He bent over to pick
up what I'd dropped. As he did, he made sure to brush his face against my
crotch. My knees went weak from his touch. We continued walking and got
closer to our houses. "You know, I'm expecting a...um...package," he said
awkwardly.

"A package?" I asked.

"Yeah, on...ahem...Thursday?" Suddenly, I remembered. I coerced Mr. Grisham
at church.

"Oh yeah," I said. "It should be at the tool shed right? Hope it gets here
on time."

"Me too," he said. "I've been waiting a long time for it." We began to part
ways.

"Good seein' ya, Mr. Grisham!" I called and waved with my free hand. I got
back inside and dumped the mail on the dining room table that had now been
taken over by campaign work.

I could still feel the sting of Mr. Grisham's touch on my hole. The thought
of getting to be with Mr. Grisham again after all these months was clouding
my mind. A different sort of excitement was rushing through me. Not like
the anticipation of getting to be with my dad, knowing the marathon of sex
we were going to have. The idea of my mouth being around the dick that
helped create Paul and Sarah, my friends from school. The idea of my hole
getting pounded by the pastor, married with kids, who jacks off to naked
men in magazines. It made me feel delightfully corrupt, and I couldn't wait
for it to happen.

Back in my room, I stripped down to my underwear and tried working on
homework that was due for Mr. Flores tomorrow. It took everything I had to
try and focus. The numbers began to take the shape of penises, the lines on
my notebook paper resembled a shirt that Mr. Flores wore one day.

I sighed. That was a man who I'd like to get sweaty with, I thought. I
thought back to the days I spent home from school when my teachers came
over, and Mr. Flores and I played soccer. Seeing his pits stains and
getting whiffs of his natural smell. I looked down and saw my underwear
stained with precum. I rolled my eyes and rubbed the sides of my head. I
got back to work, but for every equation that I solved, my dick pulled my
attention despite my best efforts.

I whined as I shifted in my seat. I stuck my hand down my pants and lifted
up my leg onto my desk. I circled my finger around my asshole, trying to
alleviate some of the distraction I was having. I stuck two fingers in my
mouth, wetting them with spit, before sliding them both into my ass.

"Mmmmmm," I whimpered. It wasn't the same as an actual dick, but it would
have to do. I continued working on my math as I fingered myself. "Oooooof,"
I whined. Precum leaked from my dick soaking the front of my underwear. I
rushed through each problem, wishing I could tend to my ass instead of
doing homework. "Rrrrmmmmm, fuck," I whispered. I struggled to focus,
wanting only to dig around in my hole, pleasuring myself. I imagined that
my fingers were actually Mr. Grisham's long dick, sliding in and out of
me. "Oh god, yeah. Fuck me," I huffed.

I tugged on my erection. Eventually, I allowed my dick to slip out of the
leg of my briefs. It sprung against my thigh, precum leaking on my leg. I
propped myself onto my chair, kneeling on the seat. One hand was stuffed in
my ass, the other resting against my desk. "Oh yeah," I whimpered. "Fuck
me. Fuck my hole, Mr. Grisham." I could hear the distant sounds of
Mr. Grisham's voice in the chambers of my imagination.

"Fuck yeah, Sebastian. You're so disgusting. I could fuck you all day."

"Unnnnngh," I groaned. I felt my balls tightening against my shaft. "Oh
yeah, fuck me...fuck me," I chanted.

"I want to see your sweet cum, Sebastian. Show me how much my dick means to
you."

"Ohhhhhh....fuuuuugh." I did my best to keep my voice down. I slammed my
fingers in and out of my ass, driving deep into my hole. "Ohhhhh yer gonna
make me cummmmm," I whimpered. I looked with strained vision at my
twitching erection. My arms struggled to support my weight, as I began to
tremble. "ERRRRRRRRRRGH!" I squealed, my voice straining to contain my
orgasmic euphoria. Cum spewed from my dick, showering my desk. My hand
continued pumping in and out of my hole as though it wasn't in my
control. "F-f-f-fuck!" My mouth frothed with spit. My knees quaked as my
orgasm came to a close. I collapsed onto my desk, sweat rolling down my
forehead.

I leaned back and examined the state of my desk. Cum-speckled,
sweat-smeared, chaotic mess. My math homework was dribbled with cum. "Oh
great," I muttered. I did my best to clean it up, but I only was making it
worse.

I examined at how my handwriting got worse and worse to the point of lunacy
by the final problem. "I need to get a grip," I huffed dejectedly.

*

School that Thursday might as well not have happened. I wasn't able to
focus, and it was starting to show with all my teachers. Even Mr. Flores
had to remark on my cum-stained homework.

"What'd you do? Use it to blow your nose with?"

Mrs. Lewis didn't let me zone out for even a minute.

"Mr. Smalls, why don't you read the next page. If you even know what page
we're on..." she said, scowling behind her glasses.

I clutched the bottle cap in my pocket to try to remind myself that dick
would come. It took everything to keep from running to the principal's
office, or to Coach's office, just for the smell of cock. My hole buzzed
with sensitivity. By my last period, I felt close to cumming just from
squirming in my seat.

"Sebastian? Are you with us?" That was the phrase I heard most often.

"Sorry," I would mutter. By the end of the day, my fingers were sore from
clutching my bottlecap.

Sylvia and I waited at the car pickup line for our rides. As much as I
liked her, not even her conversation could distract me from the erection
that had been pulsing in my pants all day.

"Are you alright?" she asked finally.

"Huh? Yeah. I'm fine."

"It's just that I don't feel like you've been listening to me at all. And
you were out of it in English, too."

"It's nothing," I said quickly. "I-I just really want to get home."

"Are you sure? You can tell me anything, you know." Her saying that made my
heart flutter. She had a cool kindness about her that I really admired.

"Thanks," I said distantly. She sighed in response.

"Well, my dad's here. See ya tomorrow," she said. She got closer to me
before opening her arms for a hug. I accepted her embrace. I watched as she
got into her car and drove off. I felt bad being so removed from her. I
hope she doesn't think it's her fault, I thought.

"Hey, Sebastian!" I spun around and saw Paul and Sarah Grisham approaching
me. My eyes widened at the sight of them.

"H-hey," I stammered.

"You alright?" Paul asked. "You look a little...crazy."

"Yeah I'm fine. Everyone's been saying that to me today."

"Well, that must mean you're crazy," Sarah said matter-of-factly.

"Seriously, you've got this look in your eye," Paul added. I rubbed my
eyes, trying to snap out of it. All I could see when I closed my eyes was
the very father of the kids I was talking to. I shoved my hands in my
pockets trying to adjust my hard on.

"I think I just didn't a whole lot of sleep," I explained.

"Yeah, I getcha. I know that my dad's really excited about today, too,"
Sarah said. I shook my head.

"Wh-what?" I asked, incredulous.

"Yeah, Dad can't WAIT to fuck you," Paul said excitedly.

"Wh-what are y'all talking about?" I asked.

"Your swim meet? We can't wait to see you win," Paul said, concern in his
voice.

"O-oh...thanks guys," I said trying to sound chipper.

"It's been a long time since Dad has gotten to blow his load in a nice
tight hole," Sarah added.

"R-right...I..." Just as I was thinking of something to say, I saw my
mother's car pulling up. "I gotta go. See you guys later!" I rushed away,
limping because of my hard on. As I approached the car, I saw Chance in the
driver seat. I rolled my eyes. Great, I thought. This is going to be
impossible.

"Hey, champ," he said, perky as ever. "How was school?"

"It...it was fine," I said, stoically. I gritted my teeth as my erection
continued to swell. I felt like I was going to bust right in my pants. The
rumble of the car teased my hole, and I felt like I could smell the essence
of sex off of Chance.

I want him to fuck me, I heard in my head. Make him fuck you, right here
right now. You know you want it. All you have to do is ask, and he'll do
it. You know he will.

"N-no," I whispered.

"What was that?" he asked politely. I couldn't look at him. Patience, I
thought. His time will come soon enough, but not now.

"N-nothing. I just...I just need to get home." Chance didn't press and just
allowed me to sit in silence with my eyes closed, doing everything I could
not to think about sex. But the thought of cock, getting fucked only hours
away, it was too much.

"Long day?" Chance asked.

"Y-yeah," I stammered. I looked down at my crotch and saw that I was
sporting a full erection, tenting in my pants. I squirmed in my seat,
trying to get it lay flat, but it was useless.

"Hey," he said calmly, "I was once your age, too you know."

"Wh-what? What are you talking about?" I asked nervously.

"I remember being in school, and all I wanted to do was get home so I
could...you know," he said nonchalantly.

"Ugh, that's totally gross, Chance," I said, shifting away from him. I
hated that it was that apparent. He laughed.

"I used to go three times a day," he said, as though he were proud of
himself. I wanted to shoot back with facts of my own conquests. So, I've
shot six times without even touching myself, big deal.

"TMI, Chance," I said trying to block out pictures of Chance pleasuring
himself. This pretty boy that my mother hired, falling to his most primal
desires.

"Well, I won't say anything. I'll try to distract your mom when we get home
so that you can get some privacy." I let some silence go by. He really was
trying to be a friend, I could tell.

"It sucks," I said, sullenly.

"I know, bud," he said. "It gets easier as you get older though."

"I dunno," I mumbled. "This is how I feel all the time."

"Haha, I bet it's not 'all the time,'" he reassured.

"Well, it is. You have no idea," I said.

"Maybe I don't," he responded.

We eventually got home, and I practically jumped out of the car.

"Try not to have TOO much fun!" Chance called after me. I ignored him as I
pushed through the front door and dashed up to my room. The second the door
closed, I began tearing away at my clothes as though they were on fire. My
breath was short, and I felt my knees begin to weaken. I kicked of my
shoes, throwing my shirt to the side of my bedroom, and shimmied off my
pants as quick as I could. I yanked my underwear and flung them off with my
foot. The second I regained my footing, I looked down at my dick, bright
red and glistening from precum that had been stewing in my underwear all
day.

I went to reach for my cock and before I even touched myself:
"UNGH...HAAANGH!" Cum shot forth from my dick, spraying the carpet in front
of me. "Heengh...enngh..." I allowed myself to fall to my knees, small
ropes of cum continuing to fling from my cock. "Ungh..." I fell to the
floor, my face resting in my own mess. I unconsciously began rubbing my
face in my cum, tasting whatever I could on my lips and tongue. "F-fuck," I
said before finally collapsing.

As I rested, I heard familiar voices in my head, tempting me:

"Come on, slut. Get back up. You've got a world of dick that needs your
hole."

"That ass isn't gonna fuck itself, boy."

"I know that ass is hungry for dick. Come get a helping."

My eyes shot open. I quickly checked the clock: 6:25 it read. It was almost
time for me to meet Mr. Grisham. A fiery surge swept over my body. I jumped
to my feet with purpose. I went over to the window and peeled down the
blinds. I saw Mr. Grisham stooped over his flowerbeds, pulling weeds,
keeping busy.

"That cock is mine," I said to myself softly. "Get ready for my ass,
Mr. Grisham. My ass is gonna change your whole life." I quickly slipped on
some shorts, since it wasn't too cold out yet, and a T-shirt. No need for
any underwear, I thought. I grabbed my school bag since I needed a
convincing reason for my mother to let me leave the house. I looked out the
window again and watched as Mr. Grisham grabbed his tools and walked over
to the shed. Our meeting place.

I left my bedroom and bounded down the stairs. My mother and Chance were
going over some paperwork. "I need to go to the Gresham's to give Paul the
homework he missed. He was sick the other day."

"Why can't Sarah Grisham give him the homework?" she asked without missing
a beat, just as my hand was about to hit the doorknob to the front door.

"She doesn't have the same class or teacher as Paul." I was growing
anxious. I could feel my erection pressed against the door, ready to dive
through the door once she said it was okay.

"Don't stay too late."

I was out the door before she could even finish her sentence. The night was
still. Slightly chilly. Smelled of decaying leaves. Crickets chirped in the
distance. Not even the hint of a breeze. I could see the faint lantern glow
of Mr. Grisham's tool shed. Like a beacon or a lighthouse in a dark ocean.

I snuck along the side of the Grisham's house, just in case Paul or Sarah
could see me through a window. My heart was a hummingbird in my chest as I
grew ever closer. I lunged through the grassy lawn toward the shed and when
I reached the wooden door, I gave two knocks. With hardly any hesitation,
Mr. Grisham cracked open the door, the glow of the shed inviting me inside.

I slipped through the door. And there he was. Leaning against a tall wooden
workbench was Mr. Grisham in nothing but a white T-shirt, looking at me in
a haunted way. A furrowed brow as though he was trying to keep from
crying. One long arm rested against his side while his wrist casually
flopped up and down stroking his long member.

"I'm so glad you came," he said, slurring his words as though he were
intoxicated.

"I'm glad you didn't chicken out," I said with a smirk.

"C'mere," he said reaching his free hand toward me. I slumped my backpack
to the wooden floor and took two giant steps forward pressing my body
against him, his hard-on pressed against my stomach. I looked into his
eyes, and he took no hesitation and pressed his lips against
mine. "Mmmmmph," he crumbled the second he was touching me. His kisses were
quick, like a fish darting up to the surface of a tank to grab whatever
scraps it could find. His hands reached under my shirt and pulled it over
my head. His dick was warm against my skin. I felt myself tremble as he
continued to flood me with touch and embrace.

"Oh, Mr. Grisham," I whispered. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Unnnf," he grumbled, his mouth travelling to my neck taking a playful bite
into the muscle between my shoulder and neck. "I've wanted this since the
day I saw you, Sebastian," he grumbled. "You've played with me for too
long." He dove back against my lips. His hands raced along my body, groping
and prodding wherever he could. His hands reached down the back of my
shorts. Lifting and squeezing my ass.

"Can I taste your dick, Mr. Grisham?" I asked politely, once my lips were
able to get a moment away from his.

"God, please," he shuddered, and with one powerful arm, forced me to my
knees. His nine-incher flopped against the length of my face, and I needed
no other instruction. Once I had the tip of Mr. Grisham's salty dick in my
mouth, it was mine. I dove along the length of it with ease. I could feel
his pulse as his dick beating inside my throat. I looked up at him to see
his face contorting with every move I made on him. "Oh...oh Lord," he
whined as his hips began to rock, allowing the length of his dick to drag
against my tongue.

"NNgmmmmph..." I gargled as Mr. Grisham's dick soared in and out of my
throat.

"Ohhhhhhhh, geez," he whimpered. "It feels so good." I watched as his
thighs quivered before me. "Ohhh...ohhh...OHHHH....NNNNNNGGGHHH!" And just
like that. Cum began to spray the back of my throat. "OOOOOOOOFFFFFF!"
Mr. Grisham's voice rattled the toolshed, his ankles quaked as he continued
emptying his load into my stomach.

His cum was bright and sour against my tongue, and I slurped down that I
could. While the taste of cum was exhilarating in its own way, I was
slightly disappointed to think that Mr. Grisham was done, and that this
wasn't going to be the night that I thought it was.

"Hungghh..hunnnngh..." Mr. Grisham whined, his body slightly collapsing
with fatigue.

I liked my lips a bit. "Yummy."

"I...I hope that...I didn't hurt you too bad," Mr. Grisham panted.

"Heh," I couldn't help but laugh at the idea of feeling "hurt" by a dick at
this point in my life. I wiped my lips with my forearm. "You could do
worse."

"O-oh...thank the Lord," he sighed. "Sometimes I don't know my own
strength."

I had to have only been in that tool shed for five minutes. I didn't even
have my pants off yet. I wasn't about to go home without at least having a
finger from Mr. Grisham up my ass. At the same time, I didn't want to blow
my opportunity for what I saw was an investment on getting having a
reliable fuck in the future.

"Do you want me to go home, Mr. Grisham?" I said, wiping the corners of my
lips with my finger. I knew that if he said yes, I could just entice him to
want me even more. If he said no, then I'd milk him for all he was worth.

"Heh...I..." he smiled and dabbed his forehead with the back of his
arm. "N-no...not yet," he said holding his arms out to me. I jumped to my
feet, and he leaned forward allowing us to meet in a sensual kiss. Our
tongues rolling along one another's. His heavy breath mingled with mine,
making tiny squeaks of pleasure. I allowed his long arms to drape over me,
his scent--generic bath soap mixed with home-cooked meals--piped into my
nostrils sending me over the edge.

"Hrrrmph," I grunted, biting his bottom lip. I took his dick in my hand and
proceeded to slap it against my chest, reveling in the satisfying thumb
that rattled my ribcage. Slowly Mr. Grisham's kisses departed from my lips
and tasted the other parts of my skin. My neck, shoulder, chest. Lifting my
arm, Mr. Grisham began to lick my wrist, my bicep, kissing me tenderly
along the way. His mouth reached my underarm, an in deep snorting breaths,
he mouth slurped and sucked on my armpit. "Eh...ehhhhh-heh," I twitched,
tickled and pleasured at the same time.

Mr. Grisham guided my limbs like a marionette, bathing me in his
spit. Worshiping my torso like the false idol he vowed never to commit. His
tongue rolled along my sides, eventually finding its way to my
nipple. Eagerly he clamped his mouth around me, sucking on my chest as
though he'd find the elixir of life inside. His hands energetically moved
along my body, unable to squeeze or grope me quick enough. I was in a vat
of indulgent pleasure. My eyes rolled in my head, taking in each sweet
gesture thankfully. "Yeah, Mr. Grisham," I encouraged. "Your mouth feels so
good on me."

"Oh, Sebastian," he moaned. "I...I can't get enough. My...mmph," he paused
as he surged his tongue into my belly button, swirling it around my
stomach. "My...my prayers have come true," he whined. His hands smoothed
themselves along my calves and thighs, sliding inside the open legs of my
shorts. His fingers danced along my aching erection.

"No underwear?" he asked with a sly grin.

"Must've forgotten," I shrugged playfully.

"Haha," he giggled. He rolled up the loose fabric of my shorts causing my
dick to finally spring loose out the side. "H-h-hoooo, yes," he sighed. His
eyes went wide in amazement. "So perfect," he whispered. He slowly stroked
me, admiring my penis for what felt like minutes. Finally, he kissed the
head of it tenderly.

"Ooh!" I gasped out of shock. A small string of precum seeped from the
head. Mr. Grisham artfully scooped his head below my hanging dick and
caught it on his tongue. He closed his eyes as though my precum was some
kind of drug, his eyes fluttering with apparent enjoyment.

"Kick your shoes off. I wanna see all of you," he instructed. I took no
time to listen. I kicked off my shoes and clumsily took off my
socks. Mr. Grisham grabbed one of the socks in his hand and began
smothering his face with it.

"HMMMMMM, y-yesss," he huffed breathlessly. He tossed my socks to the side,
and with two hands undid my shorts, and yanked them to my ankles.

I was completely naked. And Mr. Grisham's continued exhibition of my body
continued. His softly bit my thighs, ran his smooth hands along my ass. His
mouth was driving me crazy. Precum hung from my completely sprung dick like
silk string.

"Can't take it anymore," he sighed. He placed both hands on my hips and
brought my dick to his lips. "Oh, yes, Lord," he muttered, before
swallowing my dick whole.

"MMmmmmm," I hummed, relaxing my legs at the sensation. He was so soft and
tender with me. Gently caressing my legs as he sucked on my cock. "Ohhh,
Mr. Grisham. I love how your mouth feels on my dick," I encouraged. He
could only whimper in response. He played and slurped on my dick as though
it were a lollipop, smacking his lips every once and a while. "Yeah," I
whispered. "Suck that fucking cock," I hissed. My stomach twisted in notes
at the idea of speaking to a man of the Lord in such a vulgar and nasty
way. I thought he might stop me or redirect me, but he never did.

I placed a hand on the back of Mr. Grisham's head. His neat comb-over
haircut becoming defiled by my fingers. I leaned over and watched as his
tongue slid out of his mouth, licking my balls as he continued deep
throating me. His hand stroked my shaft as though he were polishing an old
family heirloom. It was sheer warmth and bliss. Any wild temptations I was
having were comforted by the hands and mouth of this man. I placed my hand
beneath his chin so I could get a good look at his face, his lips shiny and
pursed tightly around my dick. A slight sheen of sweat dotted his forehead
and upper lip.

"Y'like how my dick tastes?" I asked. He nodded slightly with a peeping
whimper from his throat. I pressed my both hands against the back of
Mr. Grisham's head, bringing his face all the way to my stomach, burying
him into me. "Show me," I whispered. "Show me how much you like my boy
dick. I clutched him against me, watching his cheeks puff as he tried to
keep from gagging. I watched as his neck muscles tightened, veins sprouting
on his forehead. Finally I let him go, causing him to fly backward.

"GAHHHH!" he exhaled leaning back on his hands, catching his
breath. "Mmmmm," he grumbled leaning forward back on to my dick once
again. I gripped the back of his head and pulled him against me. I bounced
my navel against his forehead which pushed him back. I continued using
Mr. Grisham's head as a hole for my pleasure, grabbing him by the ears,
smashing my pelvis against him. Mr. Grisham did everything he could to keep
up, taking each of my forceful gestures in stride. I grabbed the back of
his head once again and clutched him against me, forcing him to be as deep
on my cock as possible. I watched as he struggled, squirming, adjusting his
footing as he squatted in front of me. He lightly tapped my thighs,
sputtering thick saliva from his lips. I held him for just three more
seconds before pulling him away.

"BLUGGGGHH!" he gasped, drool hanging from his lips. His chest rose and
fell beneath his tight T-shirt as he dabbed his chin with his wrist.

"Had enough, Mr. Grisham?" I asked, my dick bouncing between my legs.

"Hennngh," he sighed catching his breath. He crawled toward me and adjusted
his legs so that he was sitting with his legs outstretched. It was funny
how just by sitting, Mr. Grisham's mouth could still reach my cock. I took
a step toward him, allowing the tip of my dick to tap Mr. Grisham's
lips. He gave a slight smile of gratitude as he opened his mouth, letting
my dick fall back inside. Mr. Grisham continued salaciously playing with my
dick. Sucking on it, flicking his tongue and teasing it, deep throating it.

He looked in my eyes in such a way that told me he wanted me in every sense
of the word. I placed a finger in his mouth as he was sucking me and
watched as his mouth widened as I pulled against his cheek, like a fish on
a hook. I was able to get a better look at how my cock appeared inside
Mr. Grisham's mouth. I began fucking his head faster, more forcefully.

"Gughhh...bluugghhh," Mr. Grisham gurgled as he accepted my meat. I placed
a second finger inside Mr. Grisham's mouth, giving him more to gag
on. Using my other hand I stretched the other corner of his mouth, pulling
down on his bottom teeth, unhinging his jaw, making him as wide as
possible. I only wanted to feel the back of his
throat. "Ackk...ANNNGNH...GLUUUGG..." Mr. Grisham sputtered senselessly.

I held on tight as I rammed my cock against the back of his throat. I gazed
in awe as Mr. Grisham took my abuse. His eyes grew bloodshot and
glassy. Tears streamed down his face.

"GUUUGHHH...GUNNNGHHHH...BLUGHHH!" Mr. Grisham shouted. Suddenly, I felt a
warmth against my calf and as I looked down, I saw that Mr. Grisham was
cumming again.

"FUCK yeah, Mr. Grisham!" I encouraged. "I'm ready to fuckin' cum, too!" I
felt my balls lurch against my shaft, my vision starting to haze. Just
before I could climax, I pulled my dick out of Mr. Grisham's face, and
continued stroking until my climax. "ERRRRRRRRGH. F-F-FUCK-K-K!" Ropes of
cum, bolted out of my dick, slathering along the length of Mr. Grisham's
face. His labored breath cried in utter ecstasy. My contorted face
resembled one of fury and lust all in one.

"Hunnngh...yes...so...warm..." he muttered, relishing this moment, his face
quivered into a soft smile. I scowled, breathless, and admired my
work. Mr. Grisham's eyes were closed, eyelashes fluttering. I took my hand
and smeared my cum all over his face, feeding him samples of it by shoving
my fingers into his mouth. He smacked his lips like a dog eating peanut
butter, humming with pleasure. "Oh, thank you, Sebastian. Thank you," he
chanted deliriously.

I snatched the back of Mr. Grisham's head as though it were a bowling ball
and forced him to my legs and feet. "Clean up that fucking mess you made,"
I demanded. Without hesitation, Mr. Grisham began lapping up his cum. His
tongue ran against the length of my leg, all the way down to my feet,
sucking his cum off of my toes. While he was leaned over, I took the
opportunity to grab the bottom of Mr. Grisham's shirt and pulled it over
his head, revealing a display of sculpted and lean muscle. Mr. Grisham
looked into my eyes for my next instruction. I spat on his face, and he
accepted it unflinchingly.

"Lay back," I commanded. Awkwardly but quickly, Mr. Grisham found a way to
lay completely flat. I took a step forward so that both of my feet were
next to Mr. Grisham's ears. He looked at me expectantly, curious about what
I was going to do next.

I squatted down over his face, resting my hole directly on his mouth.

"Hmmmm," he grumbled, the second my hole touched his lips. I tightened my
thighs, getting a good stance, as though Mr. Grisham's face was a bicycle
seat. "MMMph!" Mr. Grisham squeaked beneath me. I wound my hips upon him,
circling my hole around his lips.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," I hummed. I looked down and saw Mr. Grisham's face beneath
me, and I couldn't help but smile. His tongue was like a slimy creature
burrowing into me. I bucked wildly upon him, selfishly accepting the
pleasure he was giving me. I swung my hips back and forth, getting the
entire length of my hole, taint, and balls nice and wet from Mr. Grisham's
hungry mouth. "FUCK yeah," I barked. "Eat that hole, Mr. Grisham."

"Ffflrmmp," Mr. Grisham moaned inaudibly. I leaned back so that I could
stroke Mr. Grisham's cock, still engorged and ready for more. Just having
it in my hands made me want it in my mouth once again. With hardly any
effort, I arched my back into a bridge allowing Mr. Grisham's dick to enter
my throat, all while having my hole securely placed on Mr. Grisham's
lips. I'd never done this move before. While it hurt my core muscles and
back a bit, having a dick in my mouth almost made me immune to fatigue. If
anything it made me stronger. Mr. Grisham continued whimpering, his voice
sending soft vibrations into my ass.

I savored the taste of precum spritzing the back of my throat. My tongue
worked the length of Mr. Grisham's shaft, my body desperate for more
fuel. The sensation of Mr. Grisham's tongue working my hole was getting to
be too great. I relaxed my back along the surface of Mr. Grisham's tight
and sweat soaked torso, allowing myself to relish in the sensation of my
hole being completely devoured. I flexed my thighs and dug my elbows into
Mr. Grisham's hips, bouncing on his face. The entirety of his tongue filled
my hole, swirling and digging into my insides.

"Yeah, fuck my hole with your tongue," I grunted. Sweat streamed from my
forehead. My ass bounced atop Mr. Grisham's head, my asscheeks slapping his
temples.

"Mmmrph...rrrmmmph," Mr. Grisham groaned, running his hands along my legs,
squeezing my thighs. I rocked back and forth, occasionally taking my hand
and pressing my stiff erection against Mr. Grisham's face. Mr. Grisham's
eyes rolled in his head, as though his body was being taken through a
rollercoaster of pleasure, just by having my cock and balls draped along
his face.

"Ready to fuck me, Mr. Grisham?"

"Ennngh," was all he could say, and nod his head, drunk with lust. I had
sprung to my feet, leaving Mr. Grisham sprawled on the floor. His cock was
bright pink, bouncing with need, looking like it was ready to explode any
minute. As I stepped back, positioning myself over Mr. Grisham's dick, I
heard him whispering to himself, as though in prayer. "Lord, please forgive
me for what I am about to do." I began to squat at Mr. Grisham's waist,
guiding the head of his cock to be just touching my asshole. "L-Lord,
please...please forgive me."

I began to sink down onto Mr. Grisham's cock, inch-by-inch, feeling it
filling me up, stretching out my hole.

"F-forgive me..." I continued to drop even further, arching my back
slightly until finally, he was entirely inside of
me. "F-forgi--Hoooooooo...ho...ho God," he panted exasperatedly. "Oh...oh
God..." he trembled as he spoke.

"Mmmmmmmm, fuck yeah," I hissed, grinning from ear to ear. "I've wanted
this for so long, Mr. Grisham."

"Uh...unnnnnngh...." he groaned. I began to lift off the floor, releasing
eight inches of Mr. Grisham's long dick before finally, dropping back down
at the speed of light. "HA! Ahhhhh..."

"Rggggggh," I gritted my teeth, smiling mischievously, watching how
Mr. Grisham reacted to my hole. "Y'like that?" I asked slyly.

"Y-yes," he stammered. I began slowly rising and falling on Mr. Grisham's
dick. The sensation was magical. His cock's length and thickness were just
right, allowing my ass to play with it without too much strain. At the same
time, it was able to hit me in just the right spots. "Oh...o-o-oh
god. D-don't stop. Please don't stop," he whispered tenderly. "I-I love
it," he whined. I rested my hands on Mr. Grisham's tight chest, and began
bouncing playfully on Mr. Grisham's cock, my hole gripping his dick on the
way up and relaxing on the way down. "I-it's unbelievable," he stammered. I
tweezed his perky nipples in between my thumb and index fingers, watching
his facial expressions as he was thrown into utter bliss.

"Y-yeah...fuck yeah, Mr. Grisham. Yer dick is so nice and big," I
whispered, sticking out my tongue as I gave him a big smile. My pace began
to quicken, my ass slapping against Mr. Grisham's thighs. My cock thwacked
against mine and Mr. Grisham's stomach. I could feel his precum churning in
my insides.

"Oh...oh...oh God...oh f-fuck..." he said, with a look a worry and
bewilderment.

"Y'wanna cum, Mr. Grisham?" I asked, not holding back any of my movements.

"Y-yeah," he barely managed to say. "Unnnngh...I...I c-can't hold
it...I...ERRGH...I'M...F-F-FUCKKKKKK!" His face twisted into one of sobbing
pleasure. I felt his dick pulsing in me, hot cum burning the sides of my
guts.

"RRRRRGH, YEAH MR. GRISHAM. GIMME YER CUM. FUCKIN FILL ME UP!!" I barked,
my hand grabbing his throat. "GRRRRRRRR FUCK YEAH!" I slammed my ass
against his legs, forcing him to continue pounding me.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GAAWWWWWD. ERRRRRMMPH!" he whimpered and bucked his
hips uncontrollably as I continued riding him, greedily using his cock as
simply an instrument of my own pleasure. "OOOOOOOOOOF!! I-IT'S T-TOO
MUCH. URRRGH," he moaned.

"Make me cum, Mr. Grisham. Make me cum." I placed both of my hands around
the back of Mr. Grisham's neck, pulling him toward me. "C'mon. Pound it out
of me." I held my position, letting Mr. Grisham have control of his
motions.

"Ohhh...ohhh....mmppph...G-god...God dammit," he whimpered, as he began to
slam his dick into me.

"C'mon, Mr. Grisham. Fuck yeah. HARDER. FUCK yeah!" I coached as I locked
eyes with him. I could feel that familiar fire burning in my belly. He was
close, but I wanted him to finish me. To show him that nothing ends, until
I cum. "Yeah, Mr. Grisham! Pound me. POUND me! Pound that fuckin' cum outta
me!" I ordered.

"OHHhhhhhhh, Gawwwwwwd!" he glared back at me with a wild and ferocious
expression that I'd never seen before. I spat on his face, and pulled him
closer to me, licking my spit off his lips.

"C'mon you fuckin' pathetic piece of shit. Fuck me. FUCK ME. ERGGGGH!" I
roared as he began fucking me harder. I punched his chest, feeling how
tight it was. I pulled his now messy hair. I could feel his balls slapping
against the back of my ass. His face was blank, almost catatonic, with the
exception of exerting himself. His eyes stared senselessly at nothing, as
though he were simply a fucking machine. It was perfect, in all the wrong
ways. I felt my balls rolling against my dick. An electric feeling began to
sweep across me. I was ready. "ERRRGH YEAH FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!
GYAHHHHH!" Cum surged from my dick, splattering Mr. Grisham right in the
face. A rope for every pelvic thrust he surged into me. "Yeah keep fuggin'
meeeeeeerrrrgh!" I began to ragdoll. My feet left the floor, my hair snaked
across my eyes. Cum continued to fountain out of me, soaking both mine and
Mr. Grisham's chest. I finally relaxed, sinking completely on Mr. Grisham's
cock.

"Ho...ho man..." Mr. Grisham took several deep breaths. "Th-thank you for
that, Sebastian. I needed it."

"Heh," I smiled at him, slowly continuing to ride him.

"J-jeez," he chuckled. "Y-you don't stop, huh?"

"Nope," I said simply. "Mmmm," I hummed delightfully as I continued fucking
myself with Mr. Grisham's tool. "I like how your cum feels in me," I
commented.

"Wh-what's it feel like?" he asked timidly. I didn't answer. I wasn't
finished with him yet, and all this talk was getting us nowhere. Something
in me, I'm not sure what, was demanding more. I lifted off of Mr. Grisham's
dick, letting it fall to his stomach with a soft thud.

"Do I have to go home yet?" I asked. Mr. Grisham looked at his watch.

"It's only 7:00," he said with relief, his arm dropping to the ground. A
soft, relaxed smile spread across his face. I rose to my feet, towering
over the crumpled and exhausted pile of flesh that lay before
me. Mr. Grisham gazed at me with worry, his dick still twitching at his
waist. A drop of cum gleamed in the dim light of the shed like a pearl.

"Get on your hands and knees," I commanded.

"Wh-what?" he asked.

"You heard me. Turn over." Mr. Grisham shifted his weight and awkwardly
turned over. His dick hung low to the ground, to where it looked like it
would drag across it.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked nervously. I knelt behind him, observing
his tight hole before me. He had such little hair anywhere else on his body
but circling his hole were tight curly blond hairs. His hole winked at me
as I drew my face closer to it. I panted warm breath on it, watching his
ass tighten with each puff of air. "Uh...uhuhuh..." he shuddered, his
elbows shaking slightly.

"Hmmmm," I moaned softly.

"That...unf...that feels nice," he said.

"Bet it does," I said wryly, before slapping Mr. Grisham's ass with my
hand.

"ANGHH!" he winced. I danced my finger around the circumference of
Mr. Grisham's sweaty asshole, watching it flinch with each sensitive
touch. Unable to hold back any longer, I lurched my face in between
Mr. Grisham's firm ass, ferociously chowing down on his sweet
hole. "WH-WHOA...URnnngh!" he grumbled. I giggled as I kept taking long
slurps on his meat. Reaching around Mr. Grisham's thighs, I took steady
strokes on his overworked cock, milking sweet precum out of his
balls. "Unnf...th-this...f-fuck..." he trembled with pleasure as my tongue
drove deep between his cheeks. The sounds of my slurping fluttered with
echoes in the small shed. I leaned back and spat right between his hole,
before diving back in for seconds. "HUNNNGH," he grunted into his fist,
beginning to rest his forearms on the floor. "Oh...oh Jesus...Jesus
Christ," he huffed, overwhelmed by the sensations of my mouth chewing on
his hole.

I smacked my lips, savoring the flavor of Mr. Grisham's meat on my
tongue. "Mmmm, that ass is delicious," I grumbled before smothering my face
in his ass once again, baptizing myself in my own spit.

"Ohhhhhh, G-Goddamn," he whined. "Mother of...G-God, yes," he
whimpered. "Yes, Sebastian that feels so...unnnnf...feels so good," he
wound his hips to match the movement of my jaw muscles. Eventually I began
to slip a finger inside of Mr. Grisham's hole as I worked his ass with my
tongue. Without resistance, my finger entered Mr. Grisham's warm
ass. "HA. HENNGH. Ahhhhhh..." Mr. Grisham sighed as my finger sank all the
way inside.

"You've done this before, Mr. Grisham?" I asked coyly, my finger gliding in
and out of Mr. Grisham's ass.

"J-just...just with my own fingers," he whispered. "Ohhhh...m-more," he
shuddered as my finger tapped against his prostate.

"Oh you'll get more," I smirked. I slid a second finger inside his hole.

"Y-Yessssss, oh...oh yes..." He arched his back, willingly accepting my
joints. His ass was nothing like my dad's. It gobbled up whatever I threw
at him, without hesitation. "Oooooooh, yeeeeeeeah," he moaned like an
animal.

"Damn, Mr. Grisham," I marveled, my knuckles knocking on his prostate. "Bet
you've been wanting to get fucked for a long time, huh?" He could only moan
in response. I played inside of his ass as though he were a puppet,
watching how his body reacted to the slightest twitch of my finger,
listening to the different sounds he made when I prodded him. Precum
drooled from Mr. Grisham's swinging dick, drizzling the floor of the shed.

I pulled my fingers from Mr. Grisham's ass and stood up behind him. I spat
in my hand and gave myself a few strokes, getting my cock nice and wet. I
placed the tip of my dick against Mr. Grisham's sopping wet hole, and
without even pushing forward, I felt myself being pulled inside of him. It
was as though Mr. Grisham's ass was a vacuum.

"Ohhhhh, Lord. Ohhhh, God. Ohhhh, Lord Jesus," he whined. "L-Lord,
unnnngh!" he squeaked, as my dick sank all the way into him, a satisfying
warmth sheathing my boy prick.

"Ahhhh, fuck yeah," I spat, giving Mr. Grisham a slap on the ass. I spread
my legs a bit giving myself some leverage. I held onto Mr. Grisham's waist
as I began swinging my hips back and forth, watching as his muscles rippled
as I thrust into him. Waves of heat surged through me, and it felt like I
could cum any minute. Instead I focused on making Mr. Grisham my complete
and total bitch and began pounding him harder.

"OOOF. Bless us or Lord -- MMMPH! -- in these thy gifts -- ERRNGH! -- which
I am about to receive --HMMMPH! -- from thy bounty --HUMMPH! -- through
Christ -- UNNGH! -- our Lord --
MMMPH!...A-Ameh...ennngh...A-Ameeeeeeeen. Oh yes. Oh yes. OH yes fuck!"
Mr. Grisham began to relinquish his inhibitions. His arms and neck began to
relax, and the rigid pastor that lived across the street was now a whore
for cock. "Ohhhhhngh yeeeees. Fuck me. Fuck me Sebastian. Yes fuck me!" He
began bouncing his ass against my hips, keeping up with my furious rhythm.

"Yeerrrrrgh, fuck yeah!" I barked, giving him several slaps on the ass,
abusing his flesh as I took what I wanted without regard.

"Oh God. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Lord, unnnnnngh! HUnnngh. Yesssss,
fuck meeeeeee," he whined. "Oh Praise God. P-Praise...unnnngh!" I reached
across Mr. Grisham's back and hooked a finger in his cheek causing him to
lurch in the direction I was pulling. "HANNGH! HUNGH. HUNGH!" I ran my
other hand up and down his sweaty torso, coiling my fingers around his
cock, his rod hard has marble.

"You want me to fuck you harder, Mr. Grisham?"

"UNNNGH YERRRS, PLEERRZE," he sobbed as I shoved my fingers in his mouth. I
pulled my hands back around Mr. Grisham's waist, and began plowing into
him, my dick feeling like it could cause sparks in his ass. I shut out the
idea of cumming and focused on making my body a machine built for fucking,
reaming Mr. Grisham's ass for all it was worth. The sound of our bodies
slamming together rattled throughout the shed. Mr. Grisham's moans took on
a whole different tone, like a siren ringing out.

I pressed a firm hand on Mr. Grisham's lower back, causing his legs to
spread apart further, allowing me to rest on my knees. I continued pumping
in and out of him with the pace of a jackhammer, my thighs thudding against
Mr. Grisham's ass. I ran my hands up and down Mr. Grisham's body, and
eventually, I brought a hand to his throat. I gripped him violently as I
continued plowing him from behind.

"Guhhhughhhhgh, blughhh, gawwww." Mr. Grisham became mindlessly fucking
himself on my dick. A slack-jawed smile spread across his face, his tongue
slightly sticking out of his mouth like a panting dog. His eyes went
glassy, his gaze focused on seemingly nothing. "Heh..heheheh...heh
heh...ha...hahaha...heh heh heh..." Noises that sounded almost like
laughter escaped his throat as I let my fingers roll along his Adam's
apple. "Hahahaha...heh heh heh...ohhh hohoho," he continued as he fucked
himself silly. I brought my hands to his shoulders and rocketed my hips
back and forth. Beads of sweat from his back began to lightly spritz my
face. "GUHHHHHHHH YE-E-E-E-E-ESSSSS," he bawled with pleasure. I knew I
couldn't hold it back any longer. The sights and sounds of Mr. Grisham
crumbling and breaking at the power of my cock, added with the velvety
tunnel that was Mr. Grisham's ass, was too much to bear. I could feel my
cum brewing in my balls ready to explode at any minute.

"Oh fuck yeah, Mr. Grisham. I'm gonna shoot my load inside you."

"Oh yes...gimme your seed...fill me with it Sebastian," he whimpered. I
took five more powerful thrusts before I began shooting hot cum inside of
Mr. Grisham's ass.

"ERRRRGH YEAH. TAKE MY FUCKIN' CUM," I shouted. Lightning ripped out of my
cock, submerging my dick in warm cum. "ERGH. ERGH. ERGH." I slammed into
him as many times as I felt cum shooting out of me.

"OHHHHHH it's...it's burning me up, hmmmmmph!" Mr. Grisham said as he sat
his ass all the way against my stomach, winding his hips to milk as much of
me as he could. He twisted his hole around my shaft, whimpering with
pleasure as my orgasm came to a close. I huffed slow grumbling and beastly
breaths that I hardly could even recognize. Mr. Grisham continued slowly
riding my cock, sending wild sensations through my joints. I could feel
myself losing control.

"Ohhhhh...ohhhhh yessss," he said as he began ringing his hands around his
long dick as he fucked himself. "Hunnngh..." I realized that he was trying
to make himself cum.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" I lurched my hands forward and pushed
myself up, shoving Mr. Grisham to the ground. His hole was still latched to
my dick. "Any drop of cum that you make, is because I made it happen. Every
time you shoot..." I grabbed one of his hands and held it behind his
back. "Every time you play with yourself..." I grabbed the other hand and
placed it behind his back, and I tightened my grip around his wrists. "Is
because of this dick you feel right now," I said as I pulled Mr. Grisham's
wrists toward my stomach, causing him to suspend slightly over the ground,
freely hanging, bent over with his knees firmly planted.

I began fucking him just as ruthlessly as before.

"Ohhhhhh god. Oh god. F-FUCK...Th-THANK YOU...UGH..." He became almost
zombified. I felt like I had lost feeling in my dick. It was just a tool
for my unbidding, and I wasn't going to leave until I made Mr. Grisham
cum. I held on tight making sure, he couldn't reach his cock to stroke it
again. "GAHHHHHH! URRRRRRGH! LORD." I could feel his hole tightening around
my cock. I knew he was close.

"Spill that fuckin' load, Mr. Grisham," I hissed. "Show me how much you
love this fuckin' dick" I slammed more fervently into him.

"OHHH OOOOOMPH. YESSSSS. FUGGGHHHH MEEEEEE."

"Tell me how much you love my boy cock, Mr. Grisham."

"HOOO I LOVE IT. I LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL BOY COCK EHHHGNNNH.

"Tell me how badly you want it."

"Oh please...OH PLEASE JESUS. MERCYYY UNNNNGH. I WANT ENNNGH. IN THE NAME
OF THE LORD HOOOO FUCCCCCCCCK."

"Shoot that hot fuckin' load. Paint the floor with your fuckin' babies,
Mr. Grisham." Mr. Grisham's hole clenched my shaft as though he were
hanging onto it for dear life.

"HUNNGH...THANK...ENGH...YOU...LORD...ERRGHH...THANK...EHH...CUM...th-thank...J-Jesus...I...c-c-cum,"
he sputtered nonsensically. I heard the soft spray of cum surging onto the
floor. "Th-thank you. Th-thank y-you, uhhhhhhhgh," he groaned as I
continued fucking him. "Uhnnngh...uhnnngh...unnnghh..." Mr. Grisham droned
on, as I fucked him senseless, a dumb smile crept across his face, and his
eyes began to space out. Eventually, I felt Mr. Grisham's hold on my dick
loosen, and I slowed my face to a stop, holding my dick inside of him for a
moment. Finally I pulled my cock out of him, cum sputtering from his
worn-out hole. I released my grip from Mr. Grisham's wrists, allowing him
to slump to the floor like a bag of hangers. His ass remained up in the air
as the rest of him splayed out without direction.

My cum dribbled down his ass, running down his balls and the length of his
still twitching shaft. I stood above him and examined my discarded toy. His
face remained in a catatonic smile, as he took deep and satisfying
breaths. I started putting my clothes back on. I swung my backpack over my
shoulders. I approached him from behind.

"When I see you next week," I said. I scooped up some of my discarded cum
and began tucking it back into Mr. Grisham's hole.

"Ehhhhngh," Mr. Grisham gave a mindless moan.

"I want you to look just like this. Ready to get fucked." I withdrew my
fingers and turned on my heel and exited the shed, leaving Mr. Grisham in
his discarded state.

As I made my way around Mr. Grisham's house, I saw Mrs. Grisham's car
beginning to pull into the driveway. I heard he beginning to roll her
window down.

"Hey there, Sebastian!" she waved.

"Oh hey Mrs. Grisham!" My heart began to race.

"What are you doing out here so late?" she asked kindly. I thought quickly
of an excuse. "Oh I was just looking for a frisbee that I lost. Mr. Grisham
said it was okay," I said nonchalantly.

"Oh okay. Did you find it?" she asked, shutting down the engine.

"Yep! It's in my pack. Thanks Mrs. Grisham! See you later!" I began to jog
toward home.

"Oh, okay. Bye Sebastian!" she called after me.

I dashed inside, and quickly ran upstairs before anyone could ask me any
questions. Once I got to my room and shut the door, this exhilarating
feeling began to spread over me.

"Ha," I laughed. I put my palm to my face. "Hahaha," I chuckled at how
incredulous the whole thing was. My cum was in Mr. Grisham's ass. I fucked
Paul and Sarah's dad. I fucked the town pastor. Any sermons he would preach
from here on out, his tainted cock and cum breath would wash over the
congregation. And I would do it again. And again, and again. And each time,
I would corrupt Mr. Grisham until his brain was mush, only capable of being
a slave to my dick.

"Sebastian! Come downstairs," I heard my mother calling me. I sighed and
smoothed my hair to look less messy before leaving my bedroom. I slumped
down the stairs, feeling the hot sensation of my balls sticking to my legs
as I took each step.

My mother was sitting at the dinner table, doing paperwork, facing away
from me. Chance was sitting across from her, giving me a sympathetic face.

"Yes?" I said.

"Where were you?" she asked.

"I was at Paul's house. Giving him the home--"

"Don't lie to me," she accused.

"I'm not lying. That's where I was."

"I called Mrs. Grisham, and it was Sarah who answered. She said you weren't
there. Now, I'll ask you again. Where. Were. You." She sat a stack of files
next to her and folded her arms.

"Mrs. Grisham was at a Bible study, I didn't see Sarah there either. I
don't know what to say. That's where I was." My mother got up from the
table and walked over to the phone and punched in a series of numbers and
stood with her free hand on her hip, tapping her foot.

"Yes, Hi Mark...I'm doing fine. I was just calling to see if you'd seen
Sebastian today..." My heart began to race. I didn't know how he would
respond. Would he lie and say no? Or would he pick up on the lie that I'd
told. "I see..." she said, almost disappointed. As though she wanted to see
me getting caught doing something wrong. "Thanks, Mark. Have a good night."
My mother put the phone back on the hook. Some silence passed. My mother
rubbed her eyes, clearly overworked.

"Sounds like Sebastian wasn't lying, Lori," Chance offered politely.

"I'm going to bed." My mother stormed off and closed the bedroom door
behind her. I sighed and started to head to my room.

"Hey," Chance called after me. I paused and turned around, trying to show
him that I didn't want to be pepped up right now. "Your mother's under a
lot of stress. She just was worried about you."

"Okay. Back off," I said and started to head back to my room once again.

"I know it's frustrating. But I know you're doing your best." I paused
again. "I know you're a great kid. I was a lot like you at your age. We
probably have more in common than you think." I couldn't help but laugh as
I started back to my room. There is no way that we have anything in common,
I thought to myself.

In the darkness of my room, I reclined in my bed with a mischievous sense
of confidence. Each time I closed my eyes I was flashed back to being
behind Mr. Grisham, pounding cum out of him. The sounds he made were unlike
anything I'd ever heard. Begging for his hole to be used, unable to help
himself when my cock hit him just right. I could hear him pleading for
more. What if I snuck out right now, and creeped into Mr. Grisham's house
and blew him under the covers next to his sleeping wife? I thought.

Eventually, my restless thoughts put me to rest.

*

That Saturday was the day of our first meet. A benchmark to see how our
practices were paying off before it would be too cold to practice. We were
lucky to have a long summer, Coach Scott told us. The more time we spent in
the water, the better we would be. Swimming was one of those sports where
it was difficult to train for without a pool.

My mother told me Chance would be taking me to the meet, which I could have
expected. I resisted at first, but then I realized that I would at least be
on time. I knew Dad wouldn't be able to, but I was already able to look
forward to time with Dad tomorrow on our special Sunday.

In the car I was fidgety as usual. Chance had on some kind of aftershave
that made him smell like freshly tanned leather. I hated how horny he made
me, but I tried to chalk it up to him being a man with a dick. A tool that
could give me pleasure if I wanted it. I no longer could trust myself to
distinguish what was attractive to me in a man. My dad, Coach Scott, those
were my top two. Sometimes I wanted the warm and sensual handling of Coach
Scott, who always knew how to take me just far enough. He treated me like a
lover. And other times, there was nothing I wanted more, than to be worked
to the core by my father. Sweaty, primal, animalistic. He treated me as an
equal. Like we were two halves that balanced each other perfectly.

"Seb, your fidgeting again," Chance said with a smirk. I also had a raging
hard-on being compressed by my Speedo.

"It's just nerves," I said, and looked out the window.

"What are you nervous about?" he asked. I wasn't really nervous. Swimming
was just about the only thing that made me feel normal.

"I...I don't know," I said. I couldn't think of any reason.

"Well, I'm excited to watch!"

"You're staying?" I whined.

"Yeah! Aw, come on. I can't wait to watch you do your thing."

"Good grief," I said, leaning against the car window.

"Listen. Don't be nervous. Just go out there. Pound the water as hard as
you can, take good even strokes, relax your breathing, and I bet you'll
just slip and slide right on through." I couldn't help but hear this little
pep talk for all of the sexual words that were laced inside.

"What do you know about swimming?" I asked.

"I swam for a couple of years in school. That's just what our coach always
said to us," he smiled. I guess we did have something in common after
all. "You'll be fine, Seb." Hearing him called me Seb was always so
frustrating. It wasn't his nickname to use.

At the pool, the energy was different than anything we'd experienced so
far. People crowded around the edge of the pool, all wanting to see their
children succeed. I hated that my dad wasn't there to share this with me. I
know he would be excited for me. When I saw Coach Scott, I couldn't help
but think back to the last time we were together. Seeing him spray his load
in the car as he drove me home from practice. It had been weeks since our
last time together, and as focused and professional as he was, I could see
it on his face that he wanted it bad. I did, too.

"Alright, gather 'round," he called to the team. We had all finished
stretching, which we made sure to shout as we counted, and move in
unison. Anything we could to prove to the other schools that Birchwood was
the best. "This is your first opportunity to make it known that you are the
best swimmers in this state. We want these other schools to dread the times
they have to go up against us. Remember, don't hold your breath. Take quick
sips of air. Oxygen is fuel for your muscles, your heart. Breathe." We hung
on his every word. "Now bring it in," he said. Our bare arms reached into
the middle of our huddle; our hands stacked on each
other's. "One. Two. Three."

"BEARS!" Our hands flew into the air. I could hear parents cheering for us
as we started to take our places. I had two races. One at the beginning and
one at the end. The first was a 50m butterfly, then the 200m relay, where I
would be swimming with Bowlcut.

I climbed up the ladder to my starting block with a sense of poise, nerves
of steel. I enjoyed this race, because everyone else hated doing
butterfly. I pulled my goggles over my eyes, and tucked any last stray
hairs into my swim cap.

"Alright, Seb!" I heard Chance calling from the side. I observed him in his
bright orange polo, and light blue shorts. His tan skin accented nicely
against it. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight. Suddenly I felt my
heart begin to race. He was beautiful, goofy, and almost like an older
brother to me. A brother who won't leave their little brother alone.

"Racers on their marks!" I heard a shout behind me. I snapped out of my
daze and bent over into a tight squat at the edge of my block. I heard the
bright chirp of the whistle, and before I could hear the first syllable of
anyone's cheers in the audience, I was in the water. I counted steadily in
my head to ten as a I dolphin kicked through the center of the pool, lining
my eyes with the dark black "T" at the end of my line. I began to
resurface, bringing both arms up so that my shoulders pressed against my
ears, and shot them back to my hips, feeling a current of water trace down
my legs. I continued this dance of rolling my torso under water, flapping
my arms to my hips, and then peeking out of the surface for a sip of air.

I could feel my sides begin to burn which told me that I was doing well. I
finally approached the wall and tucked into a somersault and pushed off as
hard as I could, sending me flying back the other direction. This was my
favorite part, seeing my competition swimming toward me as I made my
return. I only heard the quick pops of cheering as my head resurfaced for
each stroke.

I knew at this point, I was just trying for a best time. I could feel that
this was going to be my best attempt. The finishing touch was just a few
strokes away. I whipped my body through the water as though I had been born
within it. I shot my arm forward and touched the wall, shooting through the
surface, and resting my arms on the edge of the pool. I took slow, deep
breaths, meditating in the sound of the cheers from all sides of me.

One by one I examined the rest of the swimmers finishing the race, looking
completely worn out. I pulled myself out of the pool, and let my goggles
fall around my neck. I took of my swim cap, letting my sweaty hair fly in
every which direction.

Coach came up to me and wrapped a powerful arm around my shoulders.

"New record," he said in a low voice. I quickly looked at him in shock.

"R-Really?" I asked in disbelief. He nodded with a smile.

"That was amazing!" Chance shouted, flailing his arms wildly as he ran up
to me.

"Who's this?" Coach asked.

"My mother's assistant, Chance," I said annoyingly.

"He's a little hottie, isn't he?" Coach pinched my nipple and gave me a
swat on the ass. I gasped that he would show me that kind of affection so
openly.

"Seb! How did you do that so fast? You've gotta tell me your technique! I'm
so impressed, champ!" Chance said, taking me into his arms. My face rested
against his chest, and I could feel how firm his body was underneath his
warm clothes. I patted him on the back.

"Alright, alright, cool it, big guy," I said, pushing him away. I left a
wet stain on his shirt from where I'd pressed against him.

"That was really great, Sebastian!" I turned around and saw a familiar
family behind me. It was the Monroe's. Both dressed way too nicely for this
sort of event. Mrs. Monroe was in a nice fitting evening dress and high
heels. Mr. Monroe was in a blazer with slacks. Their daughter was at least
dressed in comfortable clothes.

"Oh, hi," I said trying to be warm. I knew my mother was the one who pushed
them to come, but I didn't actually think they would be here.

"R-Remember us?" Mr. Monroe stammered. He fidgeted from foot to foot as
though he had to go to the bathroom.

"Yeah, of course. From the church. Good to see you," I said to
Mr. Monroe. I was realizing why he was actually here. I made him come
here. And now he was going to get a piece of me.

"You were very impressive, Sebastian," Mrs. Monroe said. "I bet you could
be in the Olympics!"

"Hey, don't forget to invite me," Coach Scott interjected jokingly.

"U-um, sorry to interrupt," Mr. Monroe stepped in closer. "Sebastian, would
mind showing me where the bathrooms are?"

"Oh, sure!" I said, with a shrug. "Be right back." My next race wasn't
until the end of the meet, so I had time to play with my new
toy. Mr. Monroe and I stepped away from the gathering crowd, the
"Congratulations" continued to follow me as we made our way through the
crowd.

"You really were great," Mr. Monroe added.

"Thanks. So," I said as we were further away from people. "The locker rooms
are the bathrooms, but I figured I could just suck your dick behind this
barrier over here. Sound good?" I asked matter-of-factly, jutting my thumb
in a general direction.

"U-uh...um...y-yeah," he said nervously giggling. "Th-that sounds good, I
mean...if you're okay with that," he added.

"Why? Are you pretty big?" I asked as we made our way around the concrete
barrier that provided privacy to the pool.

"W-well, um...I...I think so," he said. I glanced at his crotch, and sure
enough, a sizable erection was jutting toward his thigh.

"Hmmmm..." Mr. Monroe was leaning against the barrier, and I stepped closer
to him. He looked petrified, but also uncontrollably drunk with lust. I
placed my hands on his suit pants. "I guess I'll have to see, huh." With a
flick of my wrist, I undid his belt and unlatched his fly. I hooked a
finger in his zipper and yanked open his pants.

To my surprise, a veiny, uncircumcised cock flung outward like a spring. A
clear lash of precum shot against my stomach.

"Wow. No underwear. You must be pretty horny, huh?"

"U-ugh...y-yes." I could see his eyes darting in every direction.

"Don't worry. No one will see us here." I dropped to my knees, resting them
in shade protected grass, and peeled back Mr. Monroe's velvety foreskin. It
wasn't the biggest dick I'd ever seen, but it would certainly do. "Y'know,
my coach's dick kinda looks like this!" I said with a smile.

"U-uh...o-oh, really," he said, in complete shock. I began gingerly
stroking him, watching as a faucet of precum leaking from his dick. I
quickly flicked my tongue out making sure to catch what I could before it
hit the earth.

"Mmm...jealous?" I asked, licking my lips.

"N-no...it's just...you seem, um," he wiped his forehead with the back of
his hairy hand. "Experienced," was all he could think of to say.

"You could say that," I said, as I wrapped my lips around Mr. Monroe's
dick. A savory aroma filled my head, making my eyelids flutter slightly. I
sunk my mouth around his cock, taking the entirety of his meat down my
throat. I felt it twitch between my lips, warm helpings of precum slid down
my throat.

"Ohh....oh man," Mr. Monroe grunted, his knees buckling. "My...my wife
could never do that," he mumbled. I slid my mouth off of his dick, dragging
my lips along the length of his shaft. His cock fell from my mouth,
followed by a smack of my lips. I hooked my tongue inside of his foreskin,
circling around the tip of his head.

"Really? She doesn't sound like much fun," I said before continuing to suck
Mr. Monroe's dick. He shuddered and fell against the concrete wall. I
looked up at him and watched as his body squirmed as I sucked him.

"Ohhhhh wow," he whispered. "I can't believe how good you are that," he
moaned. "Boy...yer gonna make me cum soon," he winced, his thighs
trembled. I grabbed his hands and guided them to the back of my head,
tangling his fingers in my wet hair. I pulled away from his dick, looking
up at him in the eyes.

"Fuck my throat, til you cum," I said with urgency. A whistle sounded in
the distance, followed by a series of splashes and cheers.

Mr. Monroe took hold of the back of my head and began slamming his cock
into me, his dick tickling the back of my throat.

"Ohhhhhh, grrrrrrrd," he grunted before stuffing my face full of his
meat. "Y-ye-e-e-e-s!" he shouted. Mr. Monroe's cock began belching gobs of
thick cum into my stomach. My eyes widened in pleasant surprise. This
wasn't a typical helping of cum, this was a banquet. I thankfully and
greedily swallowed surge after surge of his cum. Five, six, seven, it just
wouldn't stop. Mr. Monroe began singing beautiful notes of
pleasure. "HANGH! HANGH! AHHHHH!" Finally, after I'd lost count, and with a
full belly, I pulled away from his dick letting it fall from my lips,
twitching, still leaking with semen. "Wow...oh, wow." A smile spread across
his lips. His chest rose and fell as he began to relax.

Cheers continued to ring out in the distance. I knew that I had maybe six
more races before I definitely couldn't be missing from the team before
people would start to be concerned.

"I hope we can do this again, soon," he said, looking into my eyes. A man
in total bliss stared at me. Someone who hadn't had that kind of release in
years. I thought about what Mr. Monroe would do after this. Go back to the
bleachers and keep watching me? Go home with his wife and daughter? Keep
living his completely normal life, until the next time when I would blow
his mind again?

"You're gonna let him leave? Just like that?" a rumbling voice said inside
of me. "He gets to spill his seed into you, and that's all?!" My brow began
to scowl as I observed Mr. Monroe in his contentment. "Look at that smug
fucker. He's got the perfect life. And he chose to squander it all by
getting his rocks off with the star of the swim meet." My lips began to
snarl, Mr. Monroe's dick twitched inches from my face, still dripping with
precum.

"Ruin him with that tight hole of yours. Don't let him leave without
knowing exactly where he'll be shooting his loads for the rest of his
pathetic life."

"We can do it again, right? You're okay with that?" Mr. Monroe snapped me
out of my daze. "Hopefully soon. It'll be hard to get away from the house,
but...we can figure something out, right?"

I continued looking into his eyes, corrupt thoughts emanating from my mind.

"U-um..." he stammered. I looked to my left; an unused bike rack.

"Unbutton your shirt," I commanded.

"Wh-what?" he asked, taken aback. I heard another sharp whistle chirp,
signaling the next race. I was running out of time.

"Show me what I'm working with. Then, we'll see about a next time."

"O-oh...Okay," he said. Awkwardly, he fumbled with his buttons. As his
hands moved down his torso, more of his body was revealed. Patchy body
hair, toned chest and abs, bright pink nipples. Not the most awe-inspiring
body in the world, but the more flesh I could see, the more ravenous for
sex I was becoming. "Is...is this okay?"

"Mmm...yeah, that's nice," I got to my feet, and pressed my body against
his, his cock pressing against my sternum. I reached my hand behind his
head, feeling the soft bristles of a fresh haircut, and pulled him to me. I
shoved my tongue into his mouth and began exploring. To my shock,
Mr. Monroe reciprocated. I bit the bottom of Mr. Monroe's lip, and pulled
away from him. I didn't realize it before, but his facial hair had a spray
of grey in it that drove me even more wild. Even though he had a
five-year-old daughter, the idea of him being as old as my own dad was
awakening more lust in me.

I turned around and grabbed the left side of my speedo and yanked it aside,
showing him my ass.

"Fuck me?" I suggested.

"Ho...holy shit," Mr. Monroe said breathlessly. I turned around and saw his
still erect dick, leaking precum. "I...I don't know."

I rolled my eyes, and took his dick in my hand, and with the ease of taking
a step backward, Mr. Monroe's cock was being engulfed by my hole. Before he
could count to three, he was fully inside of me.

"Ha! Hahaha! Ahhhh..." he slumped, putting his hands on my ass. I felt his
pubic hair busheling against my skin.

"Mmph. How's that for a next time?" I asked.

"Ha...y-your...your incredible." I began bouncing on his cock, letting it
stir inside of me.

"Hmmmm, yeah you feel nice, too," I moaned. My cock felt strangled against
the stretchy fabric of my speedo. I yanked on the opening of my inner
thigh, allowing my cock to spring forth, a lash of precum shooting into the
grass.

"G-god, it's so warm...and soft," he moaned. His hands began to explore my
body, tweezing my nipples and fondling my chest. His waist began to catch
up with my rhythm, pounding his dick as I bounced upon it. "Wow...I've
never felt anything like this," he said. Words I've heard all too many
times.

"Yeah, yeah. Shove a couple of fingers in there while you're at it," I said
matter-of-factly, looking behind me. He did as he was told, slipping in one
finger and then another, stretching my hole out even more. "There ya
go. Now fuck me," I hissed. With one hand, he firmly kept two fingers
lodged inside of me, with the other he gripped my waist and began growing
more comfortable in using my hole. His fingers strummed my hard prick,
drunken by pleasure.

"O-o-o-h," he whined like a child.

"That's it, use my ass," I whispered. Another whistle sounded, signaling
the next race. I had maybe two more races to let this continue before I had
to go. I wanted to stop and get back to the team.

"Don't leave until he makes you cum," I heard a voice echoing in my head.

"Oh fu-u-u-uck," he groaned letting me use his dick for my own wanting. I
took both of my hands and pressed on both of my cheeks, tightening my hold
on Mr. Monroe's dick. I swayed back and forth, squeezing my hole as hard as
I could around his twitching tool. "I...I dunno how much longer I can
last," he groaned, his hand tightening around my cock, as though his grip
would keep him from busting inside of me.

"Don't let him be so weak," I heard that voice again. I stepped forward,
causing his dick to pop out of me, twitching in the breeze, glistening with
his precum.

"Here," I said, turning to face him. I leaned back and grappled the
aluminum bike rack next to us, my cock flopping against my stomach, my
balls pulsing, ready to spill my seed. Mr. Monroe took my cue, shaking his
head with a beaming grin as though he'd just gotten what he wanted for
Christmas.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah," he said, like a sleazy reptile. He spread my legs
further, allowing me to wrap them around his waist. His cock once again
surged into me, his eyes fluttering with each sensation. "Hooo man," he
huffed, picking up his pace once again.

"Pretty good, huh?" I asked casually, bracing myself for each of his
thrusts, making sure to look at his face. On top of the orgasms, the
feeling of my insides getting rearrange by hot adult man meat, the burning
irresistible sting of cum painting my prostate, watching the face is still
one of my favorite parts. Mr. Monroe, with his lazy stubble, his nice
haircut, his church-every-Sunday attitude, was just like anyone else once
they dipped their dick into me. Eyebrows furrowed, teeth bared, face
twisted in ecstasy, sweat dripping from nose. It was beautiful.

I could feel my balls rolling against my shaft. The electric feeling of an
imminent orgasm tingling in my toes, and the wave of pleasure that started
from my lower back and worked its way up behind my eyes.

Mr. Monroe was hammering away, putting in his work. His thighs slapped
against my ass, precum oozing from my prick and rolling down my bare
stomach.

"Hey, I'm gonna cum soon, so if you wanna go ahead and--"

"GYAHH! OH FUCK THANK GOD!!" Mr. Monroe broke down in pure bliss, slamming
into me one, two, three more times, emptying his warm syrup into me.

"ERRRRRGH!" I grunted, watching sperm fling from my cock with each powerful
thrust. I gritted my teeth, watching Mr. Monroe collapse into his
euphoria. Irregular jolts of his hips continued, as though in my hole there
was a string that pulled him into me like a marionette.

His breath became normal, and after slowly swaying, he finally came out
from my spell. "F-fuck, kid, that...that was what I needed. I...phew!"

"Better than anything your wife could give you, right?" I said, unwrapping
my legs from his waist. I quickly tucked my dick back into my speedo, my
chest and stomach still drenched with cum.

"She...you have no idea...you are on a...f-fucking other league," he said,
incredulously. "Do we have time to go aga--"

"Open your mouth," I commanded. After a beat, he dropped his jaw, as I
said. "Stick out your tongue," I followed. He did as he was told. I quickly
took my hand and carefully scooped up all the cum that was conspicuous on
my hand. I reached up and brought my wad, pure as ivory, up to his mouth,
letting it pour gently on to his tongue, like icing.

"Henngh," he squeaked. I slid my fingers into his mouth, letting his warm
tongue clean me up. "Mmph," he whimpered, looking at me with a pitiful look
of a boy who's just been told that he had to leave a birthday party. His
mouth opened letting out a puff of warm breath, a bubble of my cum formed
in his lips. "I...I want more," he moaned. "More," he said before moving
his lips up and down on my finger, as if I could produce more cum from my
fingertips.

"You can have more," I said, straightening my swimsuit and pulling my hand
away from his lips. "You know how my mother is running for mayor?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he said dopily.

"Volunteer for her campaign. Wherever she goes, I'm usually there, being
paraded in front of everyone. Be good, and you can have my ass again."

"R-really?" he asked.

"Hey. Don't be a weirdo," I said, giving his stiff cock a light
squeeze. "And next time, don't fuck me like I'm some little kid. Fuck me
like your life depends on it." I turned and walked back toward the swimming
pool.

A smirk grew on my face with excitement. I'd felt like I was building an
army or collecting these men like rocks. If I could manage to keep all of
my meat in order, my plan to destroy my mother could actually work.

As I approached the team, I could see my fellow Eights in line, stretching,
as our 400m relay was getting close to starting.

"Smalls! Where the heck have you been?" Collins shouted as he was doing a
hamstring stretch. "We thought you'd ditched us!"

"No way!" I replied. "Just had to help a guy out real quick." I leaned into
a lunge stretch and turned my head to see Mr. Monroe walking in a daze back
to the crowd.

"Well, he's here now, let's just try to not mess this up," McDough said as
he struggled to get his swim cap around his poufy hair.

"Where's Mayo?" I asked.

"With Coach," Collins answered, jutting a thumb in the general direction. I
looked over and saw Coach giving Mayo a talk. His hand reached out and
grabbed Mayo's. Coach's thumb circled around Mayo's wrist, and I could see
from a distance that Mayo was getting a little excited. The hair on the
back of my neck stood up. Jealousy entered me like a poison. I went back to
stretching, trying not to think about it. Mayo eventually joined us.

"Change of plans," Mayo said, getting into his own stretch.

"What do you mean?" McDough asked.

"Coach wants Smalls to finish the relay. Not me," he said stoically.

"Wh-what?" I asked coming out of my stretch. Mayo was always the closer.

"He said that our team is ahead by enough points that we're guaranteed to
get first, even if we get last in this race," Mayo explained.

"So, why not finish strong? Isn't that what he's always saying?" I asked.

"I'm the one who made the suggestion," Mayo said. "I wanna see what you can
do." I tried my best to suppress a smile.

"Dang, Cole," Collins piped in. "You sure? He's just a Sevie?"

"He's not just a Sevie," Mayo snapped. What was going on? I thought. Who
was this person, that was now suddenly on my side? "If we get first in
this, it'll be a sweep for Birchwood. Exactly how we want to end this
scrimmage today. If we lose, we still get first, and Smalls can splish
splash with the rest of the Sevies until next year."

Alright, so he was still a dick, but I was still thankful for his trust in
me.

"Thanks, Cole," I said, earnestly. "I won't let you down."

The time came for the last race of the event: the 400m relay. The race was
a true test of a swimmer's stamina, especially if they'd already swam in
previous heats before. Each swimmer sprints one lap, passing control to the
next person in line. It was important to strategize your swimmer order,
which is why I was so surprised at the last-minute change. On one hand,
going last was a ton of pressure, whether we were in the lead or behind,
because my hand tapping the wall would ultimately decide our placing. On
the other hand, going last was also a moment to show my skills. Everyone
cheers loudest for the last swimmer in a relay.

The four of us took our places. Coach Scott approached us to give us a few
words. "Listen. Have fun. Do your best. But don't make me look bad," he
said with a smirk.

"Yes sir!" we all replied. Even though I could still feel Mr. Monroe's warm
load in my ass, I wanted nothing more than to take Coach Scott right there
in front of everyone. To feel his thick cock rocketing in and out of me. I
had to maintain control. I had to prove to the team that I was really good
enough to race with the best of them.

Coach went away, giving me a view of the team next to us. They had Riverton
logos on their swim caps, and I knew that name was familiar.

"We have to beat them," Collins mumbled to me. "They're our biggest
rivals. Cole especially hates Zeke, that gangly kid who looks like he never
gets any sun. He calls him a vampire."

Zeke gave our team a look and scoffed. "Racing with someone a grade below
you?" he asked over the growing noise from the crowd. "You guys must be
desperate."

"Eat my shorts, Zeke," Cole said without looking at him. Zeke made a mock
offended look before laughing with the rest of his team.

"Hey maybe Birchwood will actually make it to the finals this year, judging
they pull Mayo off the team."

"Fuck off," I said.

"Ohhhhh!" the Riverton boys all droned.

"We could doggie-paddle this race, and still win the whole thing, so I'd
keep your mouth shut," I added.

"Smalls, it's cool, don't let them get to you," Collins said.

"Little Sevie's got a mouth on him. We'll see how he does when it's full of
water," Zeke said before getting back in his line.

Cole climbed the ladder up to the diving block, cool as can be. It was then
that I began to admire him. He was calm under pressure, was a good
leader. Even though I knew that he was Coach's side piece, he was someone
that I could start to respect.

Before I could get back into focus, I realized that the race was already
starting. Collins and McDough were cheering wildly for Cole, so I began to
do the same.

"C'mon, you can do it!" I shouted along with the rest of the crowd. I
couldn't really see how we were doing, so I chose to just breathe and get
into focus. I pulled my goggles over my eyes. Looking to my left, I
realized that I was racing against Zeke, apparently Cole's nemesis. If I
could bring home this win, I'd be making a lot of people happy.

McDough climbed the ladder up to the starting block.

"You got this McDough," I said, encouragingly.

"Thanks, Smalls. Let's bring it home. Cole looks like he's leading right
now."

Within moments, McDough launched off the diving block and soared over
Cole. Cole put both his hands on the edge of the pool catching his breath,
and then pulled himself out of the water. I could tell he was exhausted,
but still managed to keep his composure.

"Nice swimming, Mayo," Zeke called. "I could've sworn you looked no
different than flounder out there. Big improvement." Cole ignored him and
got to the back of the line, his chest heaving.

"Not a good start," he said.

"You were great. We're leading," I said.

"Not by much," he added. He began to shiver as a breeze passed by. I didn't
want to say anything else that might not be helpful, so I just turned
toward Collins as he was scoping out the race.

"McDough's falling behind, you guys," Collins commented.

"You got this, Collins. Close the gap," I encouraged.

"Shit," Mayo sighed. "This is the one race I didn't want to lose."

"We're not gonna lose," I said. Cole walked away without listening. I began
to get apprehensive. "Collins, don't worry about where we are, just swim
your best," I said.

"O-okay," he stumbled. I began to see other swimmers diving in, confirming
Cole's fear that we had lost our lead and were behind. Riverton's next
swimmer dived in, just as Collins did. I saw McDough burst through the
surface, huffing and puffing with breath. Cole went over to help him out of
the pool.

"I-I'm sorry, guys...I..." he could hardly speak out of exhaustion. Because
I'd been away with Mr. Monroe, I couldn't recall how many races that these
guys had already raced. I'd only done one, and that was at the beginning of
the day. I was rested enough, so I knew I could get us back in front, but
it would be important that Collins push himself as hard as he could. I
leapt up the ladder to watch Collins's lap. His entry was good, and his
dolphin kick was excellent, surpassing a swimmer on his resurface.

"C'mon, Collins! You can do this!!" I cried. I watched with anxiety as
Collins just wasn't doing well enough. Each time I thought he would slip
past someone, he would just fall further behind. His breath was
inconsistent, and breath was the most important aspect of swimming. Without
oxygen, your muscles fail to keep up.

"Smalls," Coach's voice appeared next to me.

"Coach," I said back, getting into my starting position.

"Don't be a hero. We've already won this thing. Swim your best, and then we
can go home."

"My best is winning, Coach. You know that." I watched as Collins was
halfway back to the starting wall. We were in fourth. I would have to pass
up three other swimmers.

"You know that I already think the world of you, Sebastian." When he said
my first name, I knew he was serious. He continued in a low voice. "I'm so
lucky to have you on my team." He looked deep into my eyes, an earnest and
kind expression washed over him. I wanted to jump off the starting block
and dive straight into him and feel his strong arms coil around me like we
used to all the time. I snapped out of my infatuation and focused on the
race.

"I'll do my best, Coach." Collins glided toward the starting wall and just
as his arm swung out of the water, I blasted off of the starting block,
careening toward the water. Once I was four feet beneath the water I lashed
my body like a whip, surging through the pool like a torpedo. I saw the
three other swimmers that I needed to take down. One was on the far-left
lane, one was two lanes to my right, and on my left was Zeke from
Riverton. Zeke had somehow made it ahead, and I knew I couldn't let him
walk away with a win after our altercation. I began my ascent to the
surface.

The echo chamber of cheers sloshed into my wet ears and thought about
everyone who was rooting for me. My team members of course, but I tried to
imagine Cole's face, in wild anxiety, hoping that he worst enemy could be
defeated by his second worst enemy: myself. Chance was out there,
too. Finally getting to see what the big deal was about. Why I begged my
mother to take me to these practices, on time, no less. Surely he could now
see that I was more than a poster child for my mother's campaign. I was an
athlete with goals. Essential to a team. Coach Scott was there, too. But
all I could think about when his face entered my head was his dick swinging
from his waist.

I approached the 50-meter wall and kicked off the concrete like I was a
hawk about to catch my prey. As I rocketed toward the starting wall, I saw
two swimmers falling behind me. It was just me and Zeke for the finish. I
resurfaced and saw Zeke's moving into my periphery. It was neck-and-neck
between us, and despite my goal to shut out the voice in my head that drove
me to sex, it was sex that was going to win me this race.

"If you win, Coach Scott will fuck you till you speak Spanish," he said. I
launched out of the surface, beginning my free-style stroke to the end.

"If you win, Mr. Monroe will be back to give you more of that cum that's
sitting so warm in your ass." My arms swooped over my head, and I began to
take in huge gulps of air, recharging my aching legs and shoulders.

"If you win, Cole Mayo will bow down, and forever worship the ground you
walk upon." I became oil, slipping through the water like a salmon. Zeke
from Riverton began to inch away, but I could still sense him. I could
still feel the water from his lane raining upon my back. I continued to
take healthy sips of air as I continued my way to the starting wall.

Five more powerful strokes, and I would be there. I averted my gazed from
Zeke's lane and focused on my final push. One more breath. I heard the
disorienting cheers from above the surface, disallowing me from being and
to tell who was in the lead.

SLAP

Before I knew it, I felt my wrist slam into the wall. FUCK, I thought. Who
knows if that sloppy finish cost me everything? I bubbled to the surface,
dazed with exhaustion. The world was buzzing as I came back to my senses. I
looked next to me to see Zeke not celebrating, my team also
stone-faced. Coach's arms were folded.

Collins and McDough both reached into the water and took each of my hands,
yanking me out of the pool. I floated through the air, landing on my toes
before dropping to my knees.

"It's too close," I heard Coach's voice say inches from my ear. His hand
ran along my back, trying to soothe my weary fatigue. "You did amazing,
baby," he whispered into my ear. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around
his waist, resting my head in his lap. "Here, let's get you on your feet,"
he said. "Before you get people thinking we're married, ha." Coach hooked
his hands beneath my armpits and pulled me to my feet. I leaned over and
rested my hands on my knees.

"Smalls, you were amazing!" Collins said, leaning over so that I could see
him.

The crowd suddenly went silent, as three volunteer refs came to a group
huddle. I could see them pointing to mine and Zeke's lanes as though they
were determining who finished first. I stood up tall. Zeke was looking at
me, weak, worn out, angry, and scornful.

You fucking piece of shit, I thought. I closed my mouth and began breathing
out of my nose, steadily. He continued huffing and puffing out of his
mouth. I locked eyes with him letting him know that he was weak. That even
after he had given it all he had, I was fine, and could go for another
round.

The crowd was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I looked at Cole, who I
could tell was gritting his teeth. We already won the meet, but I knew how
important this race was.

Finally, the volunteer refs nodded with agreement. The eldest of the three
turned to face each of the teams. "Birchwood!" Before he could even finish
the word, the crowd erupted in cheers. Families of each of the Birchwood
Middle School swim team began to jump and cheer, sharing this moment with
one another. A warm body slammed into to me. It was Cole Mayo, his arms
wrapped around me as he jumped up and down celebrating with McDough and
Collins.

"We did it!" Cole shouted, his hand slapping the back of my head. I was
dizzy with excitement. The world seemed entirely on my side. Coach came
over and picked me up, giving me a big bear hug, spinning me around.

"Careful," I muttered into his ear. "I don't wanna get hard in front of all
these people." He lowered me to the ground. It was no use; I could feel my
dick getting harder with every passing second.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he huffed into my ear before letting me go. The
team got together, high-fiving, shoulder punching. Thankfully no one seemed
to notice the erection that was pressed against my waist.

"That was amazing, Champ!" I heard Chance behind me. I turned around to
find him bounding toward me with a huge smile on his face. He wrapped an
arm around my shoulder, embracing me from the side. Reluctantly, I put an
arm around his lower back, returning the embrace. My body felt his, and
even though it was only a few seconds of contact, I could tell that he was
hiding a tight physique beneath all of the professional clothes.

"Th-thanks," I grumbled, before pushing him off of me. I tried filling my
thoughts with unsexy things. Onions, pine trees, soap, mailboxes. Coach
Scott called the team over. I joined the huddle with the rest of the group,
myself, Cole, Collins, and McDough still catching our breaths.

"Amazing showing, boys," Coach began. "Never in the history of Birchwood
have we had a performance like that. You all should be proud." It was rare
that Coach Scott addressed all of us in this way, showering with praise. I
anticipated a tough conclusion, reminding us all we can't get too
comfortable or complacent. "Get some rest this weekend, and I'll see you
all on Monday. Bears on three." We all put our hands in the center of the
huddle.

"One, two, three, BEARS!!" The group diffused and began to find their
respective families. Coach Scott was talking to various parents. I watched
as the Monroe's began to head to the exit. Mr. Monroe looked over his
shoulder to get one last look at the piece of meat, he'd just emptied his
balls into. I gave him a reassuring look and wave, reminding him that today
wouldn't be the last time.

"Smalls." To my left, I saw Cole standing with whom appeared to be his
father. "Just wanted to say...good job," he said with apparent pain.

"Thanks, Cole." I didn't look at Cole when I said it. I couldn't take my
eyes off of the man to his side.

"This is my dad," Cole gestured to his right. Cole's dad looked like a
movie star. Cole only reached up to his chest, and Cole is already a pretty
tall kid. His dad's skin was completely kissed by the sun, with shocking
blond hair in a bowl cut, just like his son. His jaw sparkled with stubble
that gave the impression that he was glowing. Lean arms with powerful
shoulders, and through his polo, I could see the outline of a tight chest
with two perky nipples. He wore shorts that only reached the middle of his
tan thigh. His legs were completely hairless. I could only assume that he
was a swimmer as well.

"Very nice to meet you," he said. He carried a European accent of some
kind. I had never heard a man speak like him before. "You're a fast
sweemer, ya?" He smiled warmly at me. There was this aura of peace around
him, like he didn't have a care in the world.

"I try my best," I said with a shrug.

"Faster dan Cole, here?" he teased, ruffling his hair.

"Oh, I don't know about that."

"He's faster," Cole said. "For now." I smirked in response.

"Is dis your fader?" Cole's dad asked, reaching out his hand to Chance.

"Oh. Oh no, haha," I said.

"Chance Emmitt. I work for Lorraine Smalls," he took his hand and gave it a
firm grip.

"Ah, de Mommy Mayor. Did not realize dat was you," Cole's dad smiled at me
again.

"Well, good to know that the name is getting out there!" Chance beamed
optimistically.

"So, I guess we should get going, right?" I asked Chance.

"Yeah. Nice meeting you!" Chance said.

"Wait, we're haffing a pool party at our house," Cole's dad said.

"Dad, come on," Cole groaned.

"No, he should come! If dat's okay with you, Chance?"

I looked at Chance. I didn't know which I would rather do. Go home and be
bored, waiting for it to be Sunday, or go to a party where it wasn't clear
if I was wanted.

"It's fine with me, Seb. I'll just let your mother know. What time should I
pick him up?"

"Tomorrow morning after breakfast."

"He's staying the night?" Cole objected.

"Everyone is. Why should he not?"

"Fine," he huffed. We weren't exactly on friendly terms yet. I'd stolen his
coach from him. I was swimming better than him. Now I was being treated
favorably by his father.

"That'll be great!" I said excitedly. I like watching Cole be miserable,
even for small things like not getting his way.

"We'll leave from here, if you would like to get your things," his dad
explained.

"Sounds good! Thanks Mr. Mayo!" I jogged to the locker room to grab my bag
and change into my regular clothes. As I was gathering my things, sinister
thoughts began to pulse through my head. Imagining Cole's dad with nothing
on. Wondering what his dick looked like. What color his asshole was. I grin
creeped across my face. Maybe this pool party could be more fun than I
thought.

Me and a handful of other Eights piled into a suburban. Cole sat up front
with his dad, and I sat between McDough and Martinez.

"Cole, like, isn't gonna be too cold to swim?" Martinez called to the
front.

"It's a heated pool, dude."

"Ooooooh, fancy stuff!" Martinez taunted.

"Shut up, dweeb," Cole said and swatted Martinez in the leg.

"Owww! Mr. Mayo! Your son just hit meeee!"

"Alright play nice, or I'll tell your mudders," Mr. Mayo teased. I laughed
along with the rest of the car.

I tried to get a good sense of where we were, since I'd never seen this
part of Birchwood. We appeared to be driving into the hill country. Dry
shrubs and limestone began to envelope us on both sides of the car.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Cole lives in Birchwood Hills. It's where all the, you know..." McDough
explained quietly, but he motioned with his hands to show money. Apparently
the Mayo's were rich. Cole really did have everything.

Eventually, the car climbed up a steep hill, and just at the summit emerged
a huge house that looked nothing like the surrounding area. It was modern
with tall windows. Plants of all varieties decorated the front yard. Dirt
bikes and four-wheelers were parked in a section of the driveway, and a
Porsche sat in another spot.

"Wow," I said softly.

"Don't be, like, weird, Smalls," Martinez said, nudging me in the side.

"Velcome home," Mr. Mayo announced, putting the car into park. We all began
to exit the suburban toppling over each other. As we entered the house, I
was swallowed by its beauty. Sculptures stood displayed in the main foyer,
with expensive paintings covering each wall. The furniture was minimalist
and almost from a different time.

"What do your parents do, Cole?" I asked softly.

"Mom's a doctor. Dad's a retired athlete," he shrugged. I couldn't believe
that this was the life Cole got to live every day.

"There they are!" Cole's mother appeared from the dining room holding a
baby. "I heard y'all kicked butt!"

"Yes zey did," Cole's dad approached her and took the baby from her arms,
giving her a kiss on the forehead. "How is Alessandra?"

"Cranky, but good," she replied, the two of them admiring the baby girl. I
could see it on Cole's face that he was not liking the attention taken from
him.

"Let's go, guys," Cole said and the rest of the team followed. We made our
way to Cole's massive bedroom. Beanbag chairs were tossed about, a pinball
machine flickered in the distance, movie posters and sports pennants were
plastered on all of the walls. It was messy and clean at the same time
somehow.

"Cole this is all so nice. Thank you for inviting me," I said, finally.

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't really invite you, but you're cool I guess," he
said. We began tearing the room apart, playing games, blasting music. It
had been so long since I'd had fun like this, and I was really beginning to
see these boys as friends, and not just as teammates.

Cole's parents had pizza delivered, which we devoured, and we continued our
riotous tornado of testosterone. Collins and Martinez were fighting each
other in Mortal Kombat, which began to take up our attention. I was
terrible at it, but I liked looking at the muscly guys in the game. As the
team became engrossed in the blood and guts, Cole eventually came to my
side.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

"So, um...I just wanted to say thank you. For beating those guys today."

"Y-yeah. Of course. We had to win," I said, shocked by this sudden
friendliness.

"Well, it means a lot, so..." he held out his hand for me to shake.

"Anytime, Cole." We shook hands, and a part of my heart felt like it was
fluttering. To receive this sort of brotherly gesture from my nemesis, it
was a lot to take in.

"Awww, man. You cheated!" Martinez shouted.

"There's no way to cheat, I'm just better!" Collins retorted.

"Hey, when are we going swimming?" McDough added.

"Yo, we just ate. Gotta give it, like, thirty minutes," Martinez
interjected.

"That's just a myth, bro," Cole said. "Pool should be warm enough. Let's
check it out." The sun was beginning to set as we went outside in our
swimsuits. The sight of the setting sun and the pool took my breath
away. The orange sky was afire against the blue countryside. I couldn't
believe that this was the life that Cole "Bowlcut" Mayo got to live every
day. I glanced at Cole, stripping off his shirt nonchalantly, not even
aware of the beauty that surrounded him. The rest of the boys also seemed
used to this and more annoyed at the cool breeze that reminded them that
summer was over.

The pool wasn't gigantic, but it was beautifully landscaped. A hot tub was
perched over the poolside. A waterfall continuously trickled water into the
pool, lights shimmering beneath the surface. A cold breeze was sifting
through the air, causing the hair on my skin to stand straight up.

"Let's go, geez!" Martinez hollered before doing a cannonball into the
pool. The rest of us follow suit. When my skin hit the water, I was
relieved to feel that the water was warmer than it felt outside. When my
head broke the surface, the sounds of splashing and laughter filled the
air.

"Who wants to play chicken?" McDough yelled. Martinez tackled McDough just
as he asked the question. When he came back to the surface he rubbed his
eyes, and said, "Alright, I'm against Martinez, no matter what." We all
laughed.

"I feel like Mayo and Smalls should go against each other." We looked at
each other with dread.

"Who's gonna be on bottom?" Martinez asked.

"Mayo, since he likes taking it in the ass!" Collins shouted. I was shocked
at that comment, mainly because it was true, but I wondered if they knew
about Coach Scott and his relationship with Cole.

"Whatever. Here, me against Smalls. McDough swam between my legs and lifted
me on his shoulders so that I was completely out of the water except for my
legs. I shivered at the cold air.

"It's freezing up here!" I said, teeth chattering.

"Hey, it's way worse down here. You forget to wipe today, Smalls?" A chorus
of "ewwwwwws" rang out through the pool.

Martinez hoisted Cole on his shoulders. "Damn, dude, you're like, REALLY
HEAVY!"

"And you're like, really scrawny weak, Martinez," Cole shot back.

"Okay, one, two, ready, GO!" Collins announced. I wobbled to keep balance
as McDough waded toward Martinez and Cole. Our hands grappled each other;
my teeth gritted trying to stay afloat.

"Grah!" Cole shouted before grabbing my chest and tossing me to the side,
causing me to fly off of McDough's shoulders.

"Awwww!" everyone shouted. I could feel myself getting hard with all of the
sensations of being touched, the slipperiness of the pool water, and just
the overall excitement.

"Alright alright, Martinez and McDough against Mayo and Smalls," Collins
declared.

"Hey, why don't you have to play?" Martinez barked.

"I'll play against the loser!" he retorted.

"What a whimp," Martinez replied. Cole swam closer to me.

"Ready?" Cole asked, almost somberly.

"Y-yeah," I said. Cole took a deep breath and dipped below the surface. I
felt Cole's hands on my thighs, and his head nudging into my crotch. I
spread my legs giving him more room and felt myself getting launched into
the air. I took a deep breath, as I could feel my cock getting harder in my
swimsuit.

"One, two, go!" Collins shouted. Cole lunged forward so quickly, I had to
grip Cole's stupid bowlcut in order to keep balance. Martinez's hands began
flailing about as though he were getting away from a swarm of bees. I found
and opening and pushed my hands against Martinez's side causing him to
topple over. The rest of the team cackled as Martinez shot back to the
surface, shooting toward Cole, but missed. Cole gripped tightly to my
thighs as he continued to dance out of Martinez's path.

"Even with Smalls on my shoulders, you can't win," said Cole. I could feel
my erection pressing against the back of Cole's head.

"Dammit, why now?" I thought?

Rather than prolong the experience, I fell backwards into the water, Cole
letting his hands run against the length of my legs until I splashed into
the pool. I clenched my eyes shut tightly trying to shut out the sexual
thoughts surging in my head.

I expelled a jet of breath from my nose sinking to the bottom of the pool,
feeling the concrete scratch against my back. I adjusted my boner so that
it rested against my thigh, making it a bit less conspicuous.

"Just fuck Cole already." A voice shot in between my ears.

"No," I clenched my eyes.

"His hole is practically open and ready for it anyway."

"...No." I pushed off against the bottom of the pool and came back to the
surface taking a soft gulp of air.

"My turn!" Collins interjected.

"Just fuck him. Right now. Right in front of everyone." That same voice
hissed even more fervently. Like someone puffing breath into your ear. I
couldn't ignore it. I shoved my hand into my bathing suit gripping my dick
like it was a gun, pointing it in Cole's direction. "Yank his trunks off,
and stick it in."

I'd seen what my sex had done to grown men. Causing them to be mature
adults and collapse like sand to water. Did I really want to corrupt him? I
thought of what that power could do to him. What it would do to he and
Coach Scott.

"FUCK HIM, NOW."

"I can't!" I shouted. The entire team froze in place and turned in my
direction with concerned and uncomfortable looks on their faces.

"Can't...can't what?" Collins asked. I suddenly faced a searing dilemma.

"C-can't...be in the water anymore," I said awkwardly. "Charlie
horse...y'know?"

"Ugh, gimme a break, Smalls." Cole said as he sank underwater, lifting
Collins onto his shoulders.

"Whoa!" Collins yelped, flailing his arms about.

"Hey, maybe we should do the, like...y'know..." Martinez said lifting
himself onto the edge of the pool. The sun continued to sink, giving
everyone this strange green tint to their skin.

"Ohhhhh...yeah! The ritual!" Collins piped in, tumbling off Cole's
shoulders and into the pool. Suddenly, everyone seemed to drift to the
outer edges of the water, as though it was time to go inside.

"Um," I spoke up. "What's the ritual?" I asked.

"It's a tradition." Cole paddled his way to the walk-in steps and pushed
himself out of the water. "We do it every year.

"Since, like, forever!" Martinez added. The boys all began to hop out of
the water, shaking off the initial shuddering that obviously stung them as
the cold air persisted. I wanted to join my team, but I also didn't want to
feel the cold, and I also didn't want them to witness the tent in my
bathing suit.

"We're gonna skinny dip!" Collins said as he pulled himself out of the
water.

"H-huh?" I sank deeper into the pool.

"Y'know, like, jump into water naked?" Martinez said, shimmying out of his
bathing suit, his trunk slumping to the grass. The rest of the team kicked
of their suits as well. Suddenly there was a spread of naked boys in front
of me. Butts, penises, skin. All of it ripe for the taking.

"All you have to do is fuck one of them. Right here, right now." That same
voice sung in my head. "Before you know it, you'll have our spawn swimming
in each of them."

"Gimme a break," I muttered.

"Huh?" Martinez asked, his hands on his hips. My eyes couldn't help but
zoom in on each piece of meat that stood before me. No matter how much the
voice in my head begged and pleaded for me to take advantage of any of the
boys, none of them appealed to me. Maybe it was the cold, but I couldn't
imagine even feeling anything from one of their dicks in me. A pinky
finger, a feather tickling my insides, a toothpick tossed into a--

"You gonna do this or not, Smalls?" Cole spoke up, snapping me out of my
daze.

"Yeah, it's like...f-fuckin f-freezing out here. Hurry up, Smalls," McDough
squirmed, rubbing his arms.

"Alright, alright," I said, paddling over to the edge of the pool. My boner
wasn't going away anytime soon, but I couldn't keep the boys waiting in the
cool breeze. I paddled to the steps and walked out of the water, instantly
feeling the shock of cool air hitting my skin. "Brrrr!" I shuddered, taking
two big steps toward the rest of the group.

"Alright, drop'm, Smalls," Cole directed, pointing his eyes toward the
grass. I ran my eyes up and down his naked body, imagining it being
scavenged by Coach Scott before he'd met me. His limp dick barely reached
over his balls.

"You could drop to your knees, and taste that sweet meat right now. Take
it. It's yours."

"No," I said. "I mean, 'N-no way am I chickening out."

"Put'em with the rest of ours," Collins said, teeth chattering. I checked
with the rest of the team, all of which seemed completely nonchalant that
there was this naked ritual occurring in Cole's backyard. I hooked my thumb
into the waistband of my swimsuit and slid them down my thighs.

"Sexier. Do it sexier, you whore." My eyes clenched shut.

"Shut up," I said.

"Haha, no one said anything, Smalls." McDough asked backing away.

"Look at his dick, though!" Collins shouted deliriously.

"Dude! What the hell!!" Martinez shouted. I looked down, and of the group,
I was the only one that was fully erect.

"What is wrong with you?" McDough asked. "Are you gay or some shit? Cole,
let's put our pants back on and--"

"Shut the fuck up, dude," Cole spat. I put my hands over my hard on, trying
to hide my manhood.

"I...I'm sorry. I think it just...does that," I said, somewhat sheepishly,
but also reveling in the attention.

"Wh-whatever, let's just get this over with," Collins said nervously.

"Okay, okay. On the count of three, we all jump in," McDough explained.

"At the same time?" I asked.

"Yes at the same time, you horny dummy!" Martinez said, shoving my
shoulder. I looked at the discarded bathing suits, back to the team, and
over to the pool. The sun was maybe an hour from being below the
horizon. All I wanted was to be back in the water, to feel the relief of
warmth once again.

"Okay, 1...2..." Cole said with steady suspense. The rest of the team took
a runner's stance.

"THREE!" I sprinted toward the water, the rest of my team at my shoulder. I
clenched my eyes shut as I launched myself into the water.

*ka-SPLASH!*

Instant warmth swallowed me. The bubbles from my entrance into the water
felt like being dipped in soda. A smile crept across my face as I allowed
myself to float in what felt like space. I wished that I had gills so that
I could breathe underwater and rest and relish in this feeling for as long
as I wanted.

Suddenly I realized that I didn't hear anyone else. No one else splashing
into the water like I was. I brought myself to the surface, and looked
around instead of my teammates--

"Hello, Sebastian." It was Earl, my dad's childhood best friend. He was
naked as well, standing statuesque before me. I spun around and saw
Mr. McCook sitting at the edge of the pool, his legs in the water. He, too,
was completely nude.

"It's about time that ass was in my view."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking all around me. Each direction I
turned, a different figure appeared before me. Dr. Amar laying
lackadaisically on his side, cock pulsing wildly.

"I could ask you the same thing," Coach Scott appeared inches from me.

"Why aren't you fucking me right now, Sebastian?" Mr. Grisham whined as he
gyrated his hips at the steps of the pool, resting on his hands and knees.

"What's going on?" I asked, darting my gaze in every direction. No matter
where I looked, a grown man was standing, antagonizing me, tempting me.

"Fuck us, Sebastian," my dad's friend Woody said, twisting his nipples.

"Let us fuck you," Mr. Sands whimpered as he slithered toward me in the
water. This wasn't real, I thought. I clutched my boner, protecting myself
from these hallucinations.

All of them began to encroach upon me, wagging their dicks in my direction,
some of the men, like Earl, Dr. Amar, and Coach Scott, with thicker dicks
shook them at me, as though the precum that flung forth was some kind of
ointment that would bring me to their side.

"No, you're not real," I said sternly, swimming toward the steps, desperate
to leave this overwhelming nightmare.

"You know you need it," Mr. McCook hissed. "I wouldn't go too much longer
without cock," he said as he sank into the pool.

"Or else we'll have to take things into our own hands," Jeremy, one of the
movers who fucked me in his truck, appeared from behind a tree, his thick
black cock swinging between his legs.

"What do you mean?" I asked. My dick was aching for an orgasm. My ass felt
like it was on fire, a warm heartbeat surged in my hole.

"Should we tell him?" Dr. Amar asked my neighbor Mr. Lee, a man I'd never
met. Yet, somehow, Mr. Lee appeared, hard-bodied, among the group as
well. He was a little shorter than Woody, wearing some kind of black
harness across his torso and around his arms.

"Sebastian," he said. "If you give us what we want--and what we want is
constant orgasm--"

"Constant destruction of your hole--" Mr. Grisham wheezed in desperation as
he shoved four fingers inside his ass.

"The world to fuck you," another face I'd never met. A middle-aged man with
male-pattern baldness, a heavy torso, thick thighs, a full ass, patchy body
hair.

"I-I...I'm doing what I can," I said frightfully. "I can only get fucked so
many times."

"Ha...HAHA!" another stranger appeared. A dark-skinned man wearing nothing
but a utility belt, as though he was a cop. He laughed as he held the
police officer who fucked me the night I first accepted this curse, naked,
at his knees. The rest of the men began to laugh.

"We know what you plan to do," an obese man, who I might have remembered as
a cashier at the local H-E-B, began to step toward me.

"We know your plan," two young men with curly hair that looked identical
appeared at the top of the steps.

"I...I-I gotta get outta here. Leave me alone!" I charged up the steps,
water sloshing around me. My feet touched the grass, my skin washed in
cold.

"WAIT." Another stranger called after me. Suddenly he was the only adult
with me. A super old guy, covered in hair, body like a wrestler on TV,
balls hanging low, must've been almost 70. I looked around for my bathing
suit, but it was gone, along with my teammates. "You can run," he said. I
shivered as a breeze swept across me. "When we tell you that you need to
get fucked?" he said. "When we DEMAND it. There MUST be dick. There MUST be
cum."

Another man appeared. A body sculpted from marble, a dick that could make
the world fall to its knees, balls like a pair of lemons.

"Hi, Son."

"D-Dad?"

"I bet you wish he were here. But maybe you will understand if you hear it
from this voice. When you are not getting fucked, it is agony for the rest
of us, just as we know it is agony for you when you haven't had dick for
more than an hour." My dad's chest heaved as he breathed ravenously, as
though he was ready to devour me.

"Well, you've been making my life a living hell." I stepped closer to my
father. He rolled his eyes at my comment. "I know I can make anyone want to
fuck me, I have a schedule, I have a plan. Why can't you just leave me be?"

"This is unacceptable," my dad said.

"Then what IS acceptable?" I shot back.

"The fact that you are not being penetrated this instant shows that you are
not fit for this role. You must be in a perpetual state of euphoria. That
was the contract you signed when you swallowed our seed."

"I...I don't get it," I said, my knees shaking.

"I know you have felt me. Felt us. Inside of you," my dad approached me,
under the guise of this monster, this nagging voice in me. "Every second
that goes by where your body is not used, when you are not a vessel of
pleasure, causes us discord." My dad leaned in a sniffed my neck. His hot
breath caused my dick to shoot a spritz of precum into the grass. "I can
smell it on you. You need it, too." He stepped even closer.

"B-but I can't right now, I'm--"

"As if that's stopped you before," Earl said behind me, his pink dick
glistening in setting sun.

"You are lust, boy. Every stolen glance someone passes at a scantily clad
woman. Every bead of sweat that rolls down the neck of someone in the
throes of passion. Every drop of cum. It is all you now." My heart began to
race. I wanted to run away. "This discord that you cause us, it will only
make us louder," my dad said.

"What if I just ignore it?" I asked. I felt a wave of energy around me.

"Then we take things into our own hands. We take what we want."

"You won't even know it's happening."

"You could be in school--"

"A bus stop--"

"In front of your mother--"

"It will be sensations that you've never felt, and you won't even realize
that its happening. I'd hate to see your little plan to destroy your mother
fall apart."

"They'd put you away."

"You'd never taste cock again."

"Your insides will burn and itch with need."

"And that's all your stupid little life will be. Empty, unfulfilled."

"I don't believe you," I cried out, my eyes getting wet with
tears. Suddenly I felt a gentle warmth around my dick. I looked down and
Mr. McCook was on his knees fellating me, but not in a sexual way, in a
purposeful way. His eyes glazed over, mindless, sputtering with
spit. "Ennngh...s-stop it," I whined. Another sensation spread around my
nipples and my chest: Earl and Woody both nursing me like leeches. All
three of these men in perfect sync. "Errrrrgh, n-no!"

"Still think want to ignore us?" my dad said.

"N-none of this is happening," I squirmed, my bare feet digging into the
grass.

"You will give it to us. Give us your sex, boy," my dad hissed. Finally, a
bolt of pleasure surged into my ass.

"HA! HANNNGH!" I squeaked. I looked behind me: a dead-eyed version of Coach
Scott was slamming his dick into me, emotionless, following the same rhythm
as Mr. McCook. This factory of sex was working all around me. "S-STOP!
I...errrnnngh!"

"You will give it to us," my dad said again. "Give...give..." It was
overwhelming. How could this be happening? "Give...GIVE!"

"NO!" I shouted, clenching my eyes shut.

"Sebastian? You out here?" My eyes shot open. Everyone was gone. My
breathing was shallow as though I had been seconds away from cumming, and
then cut off. I looked down and saw my right hand gripping my dick, and
behind me, four of my fingers were shoved in my ass.

"Sebastian?" It was Cole's dad. I dropped my stiff cock and immediately
withdrew my fingers. I shook my head, wiped my eyes.

"U-uh, yeah!"

Cole's dad came lightly jogging down the stone steps that led to the pool.

"Oh!" he averted his gaze.

"S-sorry, Mr. Mayo," I said sheepishly. Being nude in front of this golden
god of a man wasn't helping my erection go down. In the back of my head I
continued to hear the whispering chant "Give...give..."

"Looks like dey got you, huh?" he said lightly. I gripped the sides of my
arms, shivering. I sniveled a bit.

"Give...give..."

I couldn't ignore it any longer. Mr. Mayo had to be mine. He had to be
mine, or I feared what I might do when I lose control. I had to make my
move.

"I-I'm...so embarrassed," I said putting my head in my hands, making soft
whimpers.

"Haha, hey now," he sang, holding out his arms. I allowed myself to be
wrapped in his warmth. I let him hold me for a second, and then when I felt
secure, I nuzzled into him. "Haha, alright alright," he said softly patting
me. As I pulled away, I noticed a small wet spot, a silvery strand of
precum dangled from my prick. It was as though I was marking him as being
mine.

"Let's get you inside," he said guiding me toward the front door. "We'll go
this way so no one will see," he said kindly.

"Thanks, Mr. Mayo," I looked into his eyes, pushing my lust-driven thoughts
into his brain.

"Fuck me, Mr. Mayo," I thought. "Make my head spin with your dick. The same
dick that made your shitty son. Let my hole change your world forever."

"Phew!" Mr. Mayo said rubbing his eyes.

"Are you okay, Mr. Mayo?" I asked, following his gaze.

"Yes, I'm fine. Shouldn't have had dat extra scotch, he-heee!" he laughed.

"Turn my body into your personal toy. Pump me full of your hot cum,
Mr. Mayo."

"You know," he said as we went through the front door, "Little Cole was de
one who got prank two years ago. He was so mad. Ha, wanted to quit the
team."

"Really?"

"He learned that it was just dare way of making friends. You'll get to be
da one to laugh about dis next time." Mr. Mayo brought me into his and his
wife's bedroom. The room had a gold glow about it, almost as though it was
fashioned after a Turkish temple. The colors were overwhelming, but it fit
Mr. Mayo's personality perfectly.

In corners of the house, I could hear the rest of the boys playing and
laughing, as though I'd been forgotten about.

"Mr. Mayo?" I called as he disappeared into a giant walk-in closet.

"Ja?" he called back.

"I think I should call my mom and ask her to pick me up," I said
innocently.

"Ah, no Sebastian. Don't let dis upset you," he reappeared and tossed me a
t-shirt and a pair of European style swimming briefs. I doubted that they
would fit me, but I was thankful of the gesture. My dick still continued to
bounce at my waist, impatiently. I continued to play with Mr. Mayo,
deciding what other thoughts I could pump into his head.

"I...I guess I'm just ashamed...of how I look," I shrugged.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I guess, I just look silly," I kicked my foot into the carpet.

"Well, you do look a leetle silly, ha," he responded. I sighed.

"M-maybe you could...I don't know," I mumbled.

"What?"

"Make me feel a little less silly?" I said awkwardly. "Like, I hate my
nipples," I said, running my fingers around them, pinching them
softly. "They just seem so...mmph...goofy."

"Everybody has dose, Sebastian. You know dat," he said.

"And my butt," I said, turning around, groping my ass cheeks, spreading
them apart. "I can't believe they all saw it. And now you can see it,
too. I'm just so embarrassed."

"S-Sebastian, maybe if you just--"

"And this thing," I said turning to face him, wagging my hips, letting my
cock flap against my thighs. "It's so much bigger than all of theirs."

"W-well, dat's because--"

"Come on, Mr. Mayo, make me feel less silly," I whined. "Less embarrassed,"
I said, seductively.

"I-I..." he shifted his feet, unsure of how to tell me that I should just
get dressed.

"Get naked with me," I thought. "Come on. Show me what you're working
with."

"How can I help, Sebastian?" he asked furrowing his brow. "What can I do?"

"I dunno," I said sheepishly. "Maybe if you showed me what you look like
under there, it will make me feel better?"

"Oh...I, uh...I don't really tink that's appropriate," he said nervously.

"What do you mean?" I asked rubbing my chest.

"Vat do I...I mean dat I don't tink I should..." he said. I looked into his
eyes, a pleading look, one of yearning.

"Look at this naked body before you," I thought. "Ripe for the picking. You
know you want your dick to wear me out."

Mr. Mayo continued to stare at me. "Okay," he sighed. "I'm removing my
shirt, but only to show you that dare is nussing to be ashamed of," he said
as he lifted his tight shirt over his head, holding the bunched-up fabric
in his hand. My eyes widened. His body was a masterpiece. Smooth except for
a splash of chest hair starting between his tight pecs. His abs were like
another set of bones, tightening with each of his movements. His skin was
golden from the sun.

"Wow, Mr. Mayo!" I said excitedly. My eyes locked onto his nipples, perky,
and erect. They were large. Larger than a set of nipples that I could
recall, maybe even larger than Mr. McCook's or Woody's and they are pretty
heavy guys. "You have so many muscles!" I stepped forward. "Can...can I
feel them? I've never seen anything like that!" I said giddily. I looked
into his eyes, giving him my most earnest and pleading puppy dog eyes.

"U-uh...I d-don't tink dat..." Before he could say no, I pressed a hand
against his left pectoral, softly running my fingertips along his chest.

"This is so cool, Mr. Mayo!" I marveled. I drummed my other hand along his
tight abs feeling how firm each piece of his felt. "Do you think that I'll
get this strong when I grow up?" I asked sweetly.

"W-well, ja. Wit lots of hard work, and--"

"And your nipples..." I gasped. I placed a finger on one of them. His chest
twitched in response.

"Ooo!" he gasped. "Okay, okay, I tink dats enough..."

"What does that feel like?" I asked, fully of naive curiosity. I circled my
finger around the circumference of his nipple, watching goosebumps spread
across his body. I looked into his eyes, as I lightly pinched him, watching
his brow furrow. "'Cause sometimes, I just sit in class and I--" I brought
my hand to my own nipple and started kneading it between my
fingers. "Mmmmmph," I moaned softly, fluttering my eyes. "Is it normal that
it feels like that, Mr. Mayo?"

"I, uh...Sebastian I tink that you should, um," he stammered. I tweezed my
and his nipple, my jaw dropping at the sensation. "Maybe no more, now,
okay? Let's..." I glanced down and noticed a massive bulge in Mr. Mayo's
shorts.

"Whoa! What is that, Mr. Mayo? In your shorts? That wasn't there before, I
don't think." I reached forward and gripped his erection in my hands.

"Alright! Alright, we got to go now," he jumped.

"It feels so hard!" I said excitedly. I gripped it tight in my fingers. I
smoothed the palm of my hand against it, feeling it twitch at my touch.

"H-ha...okay Sebastian," taking my hand and removing it. I dropped to my
knees and brought my face inches away from his crotch.

"It looks like a banana! I sure hope it is, I'm pretty hungry, Mr. Mayo," I
said, running my hands along my chest, tweezing my nipples. "Mmmm, can I
have it Mr. Mayo? Please?" I looked into his eyes, licking my lips.

"Give...give..." the voices rumbled in my chest.

"S-Sebastian, dis...dis isn't right," he whispered.

"It's okay to smuggle snacks, Mr. Mayo," I said. "I do it all the time at
home."

"Sebastian...let's get you dressed, okay?" he said uncomfortably.

"Here, I'll help you get it out!" I said and with a flick of my wrist, I
undid Mr. Mayo's fly, causing his shorts to slump to the floor, what sprang
forth was an absolute monster of a dick. Precum slung from the tip and hit
me square between the eyes. "M-Mr. Mayo...that's...that's your penis?" I
asked with incredulity.

"Sebastian, I'm so sorry. Dis...dis needs to end. Please, let's go now,
before--"

"I can't believe how big it is. Look! I can't even wrap my hand all the way
around it!" I gripped it like it was a rubber toy, pretending like touching
it wouldn't cause him any pleasure.

"Ah...ahhh....p-please don't do that," he said.

"Does it hurt?" I asked. I continued to play with Mr. Mayo's dick, admiring
how it appeared to curve to the left.

"N-no, it doesn't...ahem..." Mr. Mayo shifted from side to side
uncomfortably.

"And all of this extra skin," I marveled, playing with his foreskin. "How
come mine doesn't look like that?" I asked as I slid my hand up and down
Mr. Mayo's dick.

"U-uh...um..." was all he managed to say. "Wh-why don't we find your, um,
friends, mmph, and we can..." he stammered. I shot a look into Mr. Mayo's
eyes. He didn't realize how crucial it was for me to have this cock. Any
moment now, the voices inside of me would take over, and there was no
telling what they would make me do.

"But..." I said, sweetly. "But I don't want to play with them." I continued
stroking Mr. Mayo's thick cock, watching his tan and hairless thighs clench
as though trying to prevent himself from feeling anything.

"Dad?" Cole's voice called in the distance, followed by footsteps clomping
upstairs.

"Sh-sheet!" Mr. Mayo hissed.

"What's wrong, Mr. Mayo?" I whimpered, pulling on my boy prick. "Do you not
want to play with me?" Mr. Mayo yanked me by my underarm and guided me to
the walk-in closet.

"Stay here. Don't say a word," he said as he swung the door shut. I peeked
through a crack in the door to see Mr. Mayo yanking up his shorts.

"Sorry, Dad, were you just getting ready for bed?" Cole asked.

"J-ja, son. What's de matter?" he asked.

"I think Sebastian ran off," he said, a bit annoyed.

"What?" Mr. Mayo responded playing dumb.

"Yeah, we can't find him. We played the stupid prank and when we went back
outside, he wasn't at the pool." Hearing Cole and Mr. Mayo talk to each
other, I started to pick up the accent that he must have inherited from his
dad.

"I'm sure he's around somewhere," he said.

"Well, I think we're all going to go out to the hot tub soon, so if you see
him--"

"I'll tell him to go dare," he finished. "Where your mater?" he asked.

"Passed out on the couch," Cole responded. "Need me to get her?"

"No!" Mr. Mayo shouted. "I mean, no...let her rest, it's okay." Cole
scratched his head, tousling his bowlcut. "Sh-shut, the door would you,
son?" he said. Some silence passed and then the click of the door shutting
behind him.

Suddenly the closet door opened, and I spilled forth, falling on my
knees. Mr. Mayo's crotch at eye level again. I sat transfixed on Mr. Mayo's
waist for a moment, and then looked longingly into his eyes.

"N-now look, Sebastian. That was too close of a call," he said
firmly. "Now, I think you should go outside with your friends and--"

"Please," I whimpered stroking myself. "I don't want to play with them. I
want to play with you, Mr. Mayo," I said sweetly.

"Eh...erm..." he said, shifting his feet. "I told you. Now..."

"Your legs are so strong," I said, running my hands up Mr. Mayo's warm and
tan legs. "I hope mine can be like that someday."

"Y-you're not listening," he said shaking his head. "I said, it's time for
you to--" I continued ignoring Cole's dad, and let my hands reach into the
leg of his shorts, fishing out his firm erection and letting it shoot out
of his left pant leg.

"Look at that!" I said, beaming. "Oh, Mr. Mayo," I whimpered, stroking the
length of his dick. My other hand located his balls and began kneading them
gently.

"M-mph," Mr. Mayo grunted. A bead of precum sprouted from his cock and
began to sink toward the carpet.

"Mmm!" I flicked out my tongue and allowed for Mr. Mayo's precum to fall
gently into my mouth. "Tastes good!" I said, smacking my lips.

"S-Sebastian...you are..." Mr. Mayo said shaking his head as though to
escape from some kind of illusion.

"What?" I asked, as I let go of Mr. Mayo's dick.

"Hngh," he grunted again.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, continuing to rub Mr. Mayo's muscles
like he was clay.

"I...uh..." he stammered, looking back to his closed bedroom door. I looked
down at Mr. Mayo's feet. Irritatingly perfect, as though he'd never been
barefoot in his life. A perfect canvas for my spit. My semen. I couldn't
wait to take this piece of art and use every bit of my energy have it fuck
me. To have the boy who pranked me only minutes ago, know that his dad's
dick was mine, know that he would soon no longer have a father, but a
mindless, horny imp only wanting to stuff his meat into my hole.

"I can't believe how strong you are," I said, bowing down before Mr. Mayo,
sticking my ass into the air. As my face approached Mr. Mayo's feet, I
stuck my tongue out and began kissing each of his toes. I took a wad of
spit in my mouth and spat it onto the bridge of Mr. Mayo's right foot and
lapped it back up, letting my tongue travel up the length of his right
shin, before playfully sinking my teeth into his calf.

"S-Sebastian..." Mr. Mayo cringed. "I...I don't think that..." My lips
couldn't keep from playing with the skin that was in front of me. I sucked
on his thighs, kissed upon his stomach, and licked between his firm pecs,
before chomping down on his left nipple. "O-ohngh..." he cried.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, tenderly licking the same nipple. I pressed my
naked body against Mr. Mayo, looking deeply into his eyes. "Did I hurt
you?" I asked.

"N-no, I just...I don't know what's h-happening to me," he said, somewhat
startled. I wrapped my lips around Mr. Mayo's nipple, bopping it up and
down, almost as though I were giving it head. I pinched my lips around it
and let fall from my lips with a loud smack.

"Gosh, Mr. Mayo," I said sweetly, continuing to look into his eyes. "You
taste so good!" I pressed my lips between Mr. Mayo's tough chest, taking in
his scent. "Do you think I can taste your penis, Mr. Mayo? It just looks so
tasty," I whimpered licking my lips.

"Y-you..." he said in response. "M-monster..." he
fumbled. "T-taste...m-my...c-cock" he groaned.

I had him.

"Oh, Mr. Mayo, I've never done this before," I said, scooting on my knees
up to his hard dick, still pressed against his thigh in his shorts.

"Y-yes..." he hummed, undoing his shorts, letting them fall to the
floor. "Taste my cock. Taste it," he hissed. I let my tongue run along the
length of his dick. I took a deep breath, letting in the scent of fresh
meat.

"Are you sure? I can put my whole mouth on it?" I asked, politely.

"N-no..." he groaned, shaking his head. I looked up at him for
reassurance. He looked back at me with eyes of weary ecstasy. "N-no more
questions. Just...just let me..." His hands gripped the back of my head and
directed me to the head of his thick cock.

"Oh, Mr. Mayo...Mr. Mayo, what are you doing?" I asked coyly.

"J-just...s-suck it." My jaw slacked slightly letting the tip of it enter
my lips.

"Owmmmph," I moaned, wrapping my mouth around Mr. Mayo's meat. "Ift's sho
berg!" I widened my eyes as I gazed at Mr. Mayo's zombified face. I slowly
let Mr. Mayo's dick sink into my mouth and down my throat.

"Wh-whoa," he whimpered. "Maar du bra?" Mr. Mayo started speaking some kind
of language that I didn't know, so I didn't understand what he was saying,
but his hips were telling me that he wanted more. I let his cock fall from
my lips for a moment.

"Jag vill ha dig," I grunted.

"Y'know Swedish?" he asked. I shrugged and continued playing with
Mr. Mayo's dick.

"Umm, I don't think so," I said as I continued licking Mr. Mayo's cock.

"You just said--unnngh..." I looked up as Mr. Mayo slouched his shoulders,
leaning against the door frame of the closet. I let my mouth scan every
inch of Mr. Mayo's dick.

"Du är så skön," I purred, spitting on Mr. Mayo's
nutsack and rubbing my forehead upon it. I rested my nose on the base of
his cock and took a long inhale as I ran my nostrils along the length of
his shaft. As though Mr. Mayo's cock was a cigar.

"Ahhhngh...Du är så sexig," Mr. Mayo whimpered in response. I
had no idea what I was saying or what I was saying back, but I could tell
that he wanted more. That he was desperate for more.

"I'm gonna swallow you whole, okay, Mr. Mayo?" I took Mr. Mayo's dick in my
hand.

"Uh-ummm...I-I..." he stammered. I dropped my jaw and allowed my mouth to
engulf Mr. Mayo's velvety dick. The same dick that helped make stupid Cole
"Bowlcut" Mayo. I instantly tasted a spritz of precum my
tonsils. "I...don't think we sh-sh...ohhhhmmm..." he groaned. I glanced
down to see his knees buckle slightly, his ankles quaking, his hips
vibrating.

I swirled my tongue around the circumference of his cock, getting it nice
and wet with my mouth. I slowly began to withdraw, leaving behind a
glistening coat of spit. "You don't think what, Mr. Mayo?" I said, taking a
long exhale.

"U-uh...um...," I watched as his defined chest rose and fell, taking deep
labored breaths.

"You don't think that you've ever felt a mouth like this before?" I asked
before diving back onto Cole's dad's dick, letting his meat clog my throat,
feeling his hard cock press against the back of my neck. My nose bent as it
pressed against his pubic area.

"Ha! Jävlars...fuk..." Mr. Mayo's fingers clenched at his hips, as
though bracing himself for a hard impact.

"Mmmph," I whimpered, taking in his delicious cock, beginning to slide my
lips up and down the length of his cock, using my right hand to grip and
stroke his shaft.

"Holy...holy...helvete..." he whined before giving into the pleasure,
rocking his hips along with my movements. "My God..." he groaned, his hand
travelling to the back of my head, beginning to mindlessly fuck my mouth.

"Gllloorp...gulppp...skloorp." I began treating Mr. Mayo's cock like the
delectable treasure that it was. Drool began to hang from my lips. I
brought my second hand to begin milking Mr. Mayo's dick for all it was
worth.

"Hoo...hoooooof....I'm..." I watched as Mr. Mayo's balls began to clench to
the side of his shaft. That only made me work more furiously. "I'm...." he
said as a whispered strain. "I'm...cummiiing!" he huffed as his hips began
to jerk erratically before finally taking five deep thrusts, the entire
length of his cock disappearing into my skull. Tablespoons of sweet cum
shot into my stomach, the warm gobs sliding down my throat. Mr. Mayo
gripped my sweaty hair as he came down from his euphoria.

Instantly, I stood up, made eye contact with my fresh catch, and we both
came together in a passionate kiss. The spare cum on my lips mingled with
his tongue as we filled each other with our hot breath. My tongue wrestled
with his, his arms enveloped me, letting me feel his warm body against
mine. I continued lightly stroking Cole's father, slipping any rogue drops
of cum into my mouth, not letting any of him go to waste.

Eventually, our lips parted, and Cole's dad looked at me in a drunken daze.

"W-wow..." was all he could say. He let a goofy smile spread across his
face, his eyes hardly open. His hands ran against my back and my ass,
feeling my tender muscles.

"Well!" I said breaking the mood. "I'm going back outside to the
pool. Thanks for the spare trunks, Mr. Mayo!" I said, running the speedos
up my legs, letting them hit my waist with a snap. "Thanks for the cum, as
well," I said as I left the bedroom, and made a beeline for the front door
where I came in, leaving Cole's dad in the dust.

The pool entered my sights and I could see the team hanging out in the hot
tub. Understandable since it getting so cold. Everyone was chatting
quietly, and as I approached I heard Collins say, "There he is!"

The rest of the team turned their heads toward me. "Where have you been,
Smalls??" McDough asked.

"I couldn't find you guys! You know...after you left me by myself, without
any of my CLOTHES!" I made sure to let them know there weren't any hard
feelings, especially since Cole's dad was still on my breath, his cum still
pungent and sweet on my tongue.

"Well, that's good, I guess," Cole said grumpily. "Thought we were gonna
have to call your mom." The team chuckled. I made my way into the hot tub,
letting the warm water engulf me. I was still hard from only minutes
before, but I didn't care. The team had seen my boner tons of times by now.

"Seb's got a boner, surprise, surprise," Martinez teased as I settled in.

"Hey, what can I say, getting lost without any of my clothes was kinda
hot. I might become a nudist someday," the team laughed.

"Where'd you get the swimsuit, then?" Cole asked.

"It's your dad's," I said shooting him a look.

"Ha...fuckin' weird," he replied.

Within a minute of us catching up, a voice sounded behind us.

"Hallo, boys!" I turned my head around. Right on cue, it was Cole's dad,
back for more.

"Hey, Mr. Mayo," we all said except for Cole.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" He was dressed in another skimpy bikini
suit, obviously it embarrassed Cole a bit.

"Just wanted to make sure Sebastian found you boys," he said innocently.

"Well, he found us, so..." Cole said.

"Mind if I join you all?" he asked.

"No, Dad, there's no--"

"Sure, Mr. Mayo!" I said enthusiastically. As he approached the hot tub, he
realized there wasn't much room.

"There's no room," Cole said, finishing his thought.

"Oh, I'm sure I can squeeeeze in," he said playfully taking a step into the
water before comically falling into the middle of all of us, causing water
to flood everywhere. We all laughed, except for Cole who hid his face in
his hands. His dad paddled around looking for a space to sit.

"Here, Mr. Mayo. You can sit here." I scooted closer to Martinez, giving
him some space. Cole's dad approached me, running his hand up my leg. In
the darkness of the water, no one could see him playfully touch me. As he
sat down, I fell into Martinez as his dad took up more room than it looked.

"Yo, dude!" Martinez shoved me against Cole's dad, causing me to spill
across his lap. I adjusted myself so that my hips rested against Mr. Mayo's
left thigh. I left my hand on his firm bulge, softly playing with it.

"So you boys having fun?" Mr. Mayo asked.

"Yeah, thanks Mr. Mayo," Collins replied.

"Kyle, how's school?" he asked.

"Good. Could be better, though," Collins said. I slid my hands down
Mr. Mayo's suit, feeling his dick get nice and hard again.

"Mmmmmm," he hummed. "Dat's good."

"Yeah, school's good Mr. Mayo," McDough responded. I gripped firmly around
Mr. Mayo's junk causing him to jerk a bit.

"Ha! Dat's really good," he said. "Being good in class?" he asked
sleepily. I began to peel my swimsuit down slightly, letting my ass
hangout, exposing my hole to the hot water.

"Well..." Martinez said, causing the rest of the guys to laugh. I took this
moment to adjust myself so that my hole was pressing against Mr. Mayo's
erection. "I am, I don't know about the rest of these goonies," finished.

"Be nice to your teachers," he advised in a mock stern voice. "It'll pay
off in the long run." I slipped my finger into the side of the crotch of
Mr. Mayo's speedo, letting his cock spring free. I could have sworn I saw
it bob above the surface for a split second, but it might have been
nothing. "Mind if I turn on the jets, boys?"

"Dad, no, they're way too loud," Cole said, but Mr. Mayo went ahead and
flipped them on anyway. They were pretty loud, but the hot foam swirling
around my body felt so nice, like living in a storm cloud.

I took this opportunity to line Mr. Mayo's dick up with my hole and press
my weight against his stomach. His dick began to slide slowly into me,
surrounded by my swim team, not to mention, sitting near the boy whose
father was getting ready to fuck me. My eyes fluttered at the sensation,
and chills swept over my forehead. Finally, the small of my back reached
Mr. Mayo's navel, his cock securely stuffed inside me.

"Ahhhhhh," Mr. Mayo moaned. "Dats nice," he said throwing his head back. I
could feel his hips jutting forward and backward, softly fucking me in
front of his son.

"What do y'all want to do next?" Cole shouted over the jets.

"What??" Martinez shouted back.

"I said, 'What do y'all'--ugh, never mind. Let's go inside!!" Cole
announced and motioned with his arm toward the door. The team started
standing up, so I lifted off of Mr. Mayo's dick as well. Everyone clutched
their sides, shivering, at the stinging cold. One by one, the boys hopped
out of the hot tub and began jogging toward the back door.

"Smalls, you comin'?" McDough called back.

"Nah, I'm gonna stay! I just got in!" I yelled back. I glanced at Mr. Mayo
who was still in a state of bliss. Maybe from the water, or from a taste of
my hole.

"Whatever!" he yelled before sprinting back inside. At the sound of the
door shutting, Mr. Mayo, eyes shut, with a grin on his face held out his
arms, inviting me into him. I paddled toward him and let myself fall into
his embrace. His lips met mine, tongue splitting my mouth open.

"Hmmmm," he hummed. Water swirled around us like we were in a giant glass
of soda. His mouth left mine, "Fahhhk yess," he huffed. His hands kneaded
and groped my ass as he pulled on my waist to bring me closer to him. His
fingers slipped into the waistband of my speedo and began sliding them down
my thighs until they were around my ankles. As he stroked my hard prick, I
kicked my feet a little to let them fall off my heels and had them float to
the surface, tossed about in the swirling jet streams.

"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Mayo. Please fuck me," I whimpered. I bobbed up
and down on the tip of Mr. Mayo's monster of a cock. "Oh yes," I whispered
into his ear. "Put it in me, Mr. Mayo. Let me feel all of you inside me."

"Das vat you vant?" he asked coyly, stroking my hair.

"Oh, fuck yeah," I said, gyrating my hips, letting his cock slowly begin
entering me once more. "Goddamn that's big," I squeaked, my eyes clenching
shut as I sank down on the rest of him. My legs began to float off the
stone step we were sitting on, my knees rising next to my ears. Mr. Mayo's
arms extended outward, his hands clutching the backs of my shoulders as I
reclined back, almost like a lawn chair. Mr. Mayo began scooting forward
and backward, flexing his strong biceps to pull me closer and further onto
his cock.

"Ohhhhh my god," he moaned. He lifted himself off the ground, and began to
power into me, water splashing where his dick and my ass met. My cock began
to peek above the surface as warm water trickled around my chest and
stomach.

"That's right, Mr. Mayo. Unnngh. P-pound me, Pound me fuckin' good," I
hissed. My hair flopped around my eyes as his movements became more
powerful, his dick driving deep into my guts, feeling him behind my belly
button. "Don't fucking hold back, Mr. Mayo. Give me all you got!" I
whined. Mr. Mayo began to stand up, his cock hooking into me, punching my
prostate perfectly. "Gyahhh! FUCK yeah!" Mr. Mayo hunched over, cradling me
in his arms, and waded over to a corner of the hot tub.

I splayed my arms out, using them to rest on the edge of the stone. His
arms slid away from me and gripped my ass, lifting me slightly out of the
water.

"Oh, fuck yeah," I said excitedly, bracing myself for what was to
come. Mr. Mayo began ruthlessly pounding my ass for all it was worth,
pulling on my ass as he made each thrust, giving him perfect
momentum. "F-F-FUUUUGGGH!" I roared. Water shot up all around us like a
geyser.

"Oh ya...you like dat don't you boy?" he asked as he continued exerting
himself.

"Oh god, yes!" I screamed. "Keep fuggin' meeeeeee!" My hand reached up and
smacked Mr. Mayo right on his chest, my fingers latching onto his
nipple. The feeling was unbearable. Flashes of light pierced my vision each
jab of Mr. Mayo's cock against my prostate.

"Your ass...is so good, my pojke," he grunted wildly. My cock began to stir
like a kettle of boiling water.

"Oooooooh, yeah fuck me harder, Mr. Mayo," I cried. "Don't fucking
stop. Don't fucking stop!" I watched as my dick bounced with the force of
Mr. Mayo's dick surging in and out of me.

"Oh fuck, pojke. I...I want to cum..." I watched as Mr. Mayo's face twisted
with furious lust. "I want to cum in your ass, pojke."

"Oh fuck yeah, Mr. Mayo. Yer gonna make me cum, too. Pump your hot cum into
me! ERRRRRRGH FUCK-K-K. GRRRR!" I wailed as ropes of cum shot me directly
between the eyes, my hot jizz trickling down my face and into the broiling
water.

"OOOOOOOF! ROOOO-AGHHH!" Mr. Mayo slammed into my ass three more times with
steady force. I felt Mr. Mayo's cum shoot into my insides, his juice like
lava as he churned it into me.

"Oooh Mr. Mayo your cum feels so good. It's so deep." I looked at him
hungrily, stroking my stiff cock. A final glob cum seeped onto my
stomach. I wiped up what I could and began feeding myself my hard-earned
reward. Mr. Mayo leaned forward with a look of ravenous fever, and drove
his tongue into my mouth, slurping up what cum he could. I held my mouth
open as he spat my wad back into me. With three fingers, he shoved my load
down my throat, trying to make me gag, a fiery anger in his eyes.

"Mmmmmmmm," I hummed, taking in his joints with appreciation.

"Ho...ho wow," he said slowly continuing to fuck me. "Your...you're such a
leetle slut," he said in amazement.

"Thanks," I said, smiling and sticking my tongue out. I turned my hips
slightly and rolled so that I flipped over onto my knees, holding
Mr. Mayo's cock inside me the whole time.

"H-h-ho my god," Mr. Mayo groaned. He leaned forward and rested his chest
against my back, slowly pulsing his meat in and out of me. I hoisted my
knees onto the stone ridge of the hot tub, pushing my ass against his
waist.

"UNNnnngh!" I grunted, feeling the heft of his cock shoved against the
deepest part of me. "Oh fuck...f-fuck," I whimpered. I rocked back and
forth, taking the entire length of Mr. Mayo's cock.

"M-m-my god...unnnnnf...How...how can you keep going, pojke?"

"Mmph...with a cock like yours...hmph..." I kept feeding my ass with his
meat. I looked back into his eyes, pushing my sinful thoughts into his
head. "How can I stop?"

"Oh I could just...mmph...have you ride my ass...all day," he grumbled. He
put his hands on my hips and began matching my rhythm, slamming himself
into me. I felt like I could feel him in the back of my throat. He began to
slow his pace, before pulling his dick out of me. I could feel his cum
sputtering out of my hole, landing in the hot water.

"You wanna eat my hole, Mr. Mayo?" I said, turning to face him. I didn't
care what he did, as long as something was giving my hole attention.

"Oh, ya," he said, kneeling down. I watched as his face pressed against my
wet hole. His tongue swirled around and slipped in and out of me.

"Ohh...hoo yeah. Eat my ass, Mr. Mayo. Eat your own cum...mmph...the
fucking cum that made your own son!" I squeaked as his tongue snaked
through me. Mr. Mayo's hand made its way around my prick, slowly stroking
me. "Ohhhh yeah, keep goin'," I whimpered. "Keep goin' just like that," I
cried. I could feel my nuts lurching against my shaft. Electricity spread
from my taint, to my toes, to directly between my ears. Mr. Mayo's warm
tongue lapped up my soft hole like it was his last meal.

"M-Mr. Mayo...you're...yer gonna...I'm gonna cum again," I sobbed with
pleasure. Without missing a beat, Mr. Mayo spun me around, and slammed two
of his fingers into my hole, continuing to stroke me. "Haa..haaa?" I winced
with pleasure, watching my dick twitch and spasm with Mr. Mayo's
touch. Mr. Mayo knelt below me, the water swirling around him like a
billowing tempest. He held his mouth open near my cock, expectantly. I
couldn't help but notice the resemblance between he and Cole in this
moment, a cum hungry slut, waiting for my load.

"UNNNGH...ERRRRGH!!!" I grunted, my teeth grinding against one another. Cum
sputtered from my cock, drenching Cole's father with my hot sperm.

"Oohhhh," he said as my cum rained down his face, his fingers still
twisting in and out of me.

"Hunngh...unnngh...mmmph." My chest rose and fell, as my knees grew weak. I
sank into the hot tub, greeted by Mr. Mayo's long arms. He brought his face
to mine, and I took no time in cleaning his face with my tongue. I kissed
Mr. Mayo's lips, giving him a share of my seed. Mr. Mayo cradled me,
kissing my neck and shoulders. I brought Mr. Mayo's cock to my hole and
allowed it to slowly sink back inside.

"UH...GUH..." I sputtered mindlessly, overwhelmed by the thick meat
entering me once more. "HUH! UNNGH...MMPH..." I, as if controlled by
strings allowed myself to buck my hips slowly, letting Mr. Mayo's dick rake
the sides of my anal wall. "Oh fuck yeah. Oooooh fuck yeah," I huffed
deliriously. "Oooooof."

"Oh I love you, pojke," he said, his hands gripping my face as I continued
to fuck him.

"Yeah? You love me?" I said teasingly, my lips inches away from
his. "Y'wanna make me your wife?" I brought my hips up and down on his
heavy member, driving myself wild with his meat. "Let me carry your hot
loads around the house?" I kissed his soft lips before spitting in between
his eyes, lapping my saliva back up.

"Hooo ya, pojke. Marry me. Be my slut forever," he said, completely drunk
on my hole. "Be mine," he whimpered. I continued humping his cock, taking
full control of Cole's father with my ass.

"You know I want it, my love," I said, beginning to speak poetically to
him, twisting my hips around his cock like a boa constrictor to its prey.

"Oh pojke. My baby boy," he whined, throwing his head back, beginning to
fuck me once more in the secrecy of the frothing hot tub.

"My love. I want your dick for every meal. For your hot breath to breathe
life into me," I said as his cock slammed against my prostate. My eyes
began to roll into the back of my head. The cold air from the surface
sliced against my eyes, causing tears to stream down my face. I felt warm
and safe with Mr. Mayo, the sculptor, a sculpture in his own right.

"P-pojke, I want to cum again. ERggghh...I want to cum again!"

"Yes. Oh yes. Cum in me. Cum in me," I said.

suddenly, a whip of lights cut across the entire scene. Snapping me back to
reality. A car was approaching the hill to the Mayo's house. I craned my
neck to see the car as it got closer and began driving up the steep
driveway.

"H-Hey..." I said, seriously now. "M-Mr. Mayo?" My voice twisted in minor
panic.

"Oh yes, boy. You want it so badly. Don't you, pojke?"

As the car came to a screeching halt, I knew it was my ride. Chance had
come to pick me up early. My mother must have told him to come pick me up.

"U-uh, y-yeah Mr. Mayo. L-look we have to stop. My ride is here," I said
trying to get his attention.

"Ohhhhh yeah...unnngh...v-vait...vat?" he asked as though coming out of a
spell.

"L-Look," I said pointing up to the car. His hips came to a slow stop,
realizing that not only our time was up, but we were naked in a hot tub,
and his dick was in my ass. "I...I don't vant to stop," he complained,
pushing once more into me, filling me all the way up.

"A-AH UNNGH...I...don't want to stop either, but" I thought quickly. How
could I keep him wrapped around my finger? "...do you want to see me
again?" I asked. "Do you want to fuck this ass again?"

"Ja...a-anything, pojke." My mind raced, frantic with what to do. Then it
came to me.

"Support my mother's campaign," I said lifting my hips up and resting them
all the way down on Mr. Mayo's cock.

"Haaa...v-vie should I do dat?" he asked in childish confusion. Good
question, I thought. I lifted my hips off of Mr. Mayo's cock.

"B-because, then you can come to all of her events that she's gonna do. And
every time, I'll be there. Your pojke will be there," I said falling into
his lips giving him one more long, lingering kiss. I pulled away to see his
face in ecstasy, in bliss. "I have to go," I said, reaching for the speedo
that was tumbling in the jets of the hot tub. I quickly stretched them
around my waist, shoving my erection as best as I could to the side.

"Bye, Mr. Mayo," I said cheerfully, hoping out of the hot tub. I sprinted
to the back door where the rest of the team had gone, dripping wet, the
cold air stinging my skin. I pushed open the door to a blast of cold air. I
clutched my sides as I looked around for where the rest of the team had
gone. I found a door outlined in light and pushed it open.

The team was all lounging about, playing video games, hair still wet from
being in the hot tub. Some wore the clothes that they came with, others
were still shirtless.

"There you are! Geez were you and Mr. Mayo making out or something?"
Collins shouted.

"Shut the fuck up, dude," Cole spat still hooked to his game.

"D-d-do y-you guys know where my clothes are?" I asked pathetically. "I'm
f-f-freezing." Just as I asked, a voice from upstairs called for Cole's
name. His mom.

"WHAT?" he shouted back.

"Sebastian's gotta go! Say goodbye!" she called.

"Ugh." He paused the game and threw the controller down. He went to a
corner and picked up a wad of my clothes and tossed them at my waist, all
of them falling to the floor. Just before sitting back down, he did a
double take at me. "Hey, aren't those my dad's?" I hiked up the somewhat
loose waist.

"No, they're mine," I said stoically. I picked up my clothes and clumsily
put on my shorts and threw on my short. "Bye guys. Thanks for inviting me,
Cole."

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "Don't get too mushy," he said.

"Bye Smalls!" a chorus of the team said as I started back up the stairs to
the driveway floor. I took my time, sparing the moments when I wouldn't
have to hear Chance and his constant pet names, and over-optimistic advice,
and perfect hair. "Hey Champ! Didja have the best time in the world, old
buddy old pal?" I could picture him saying.

As my eye level peeked above the final step, I didn't see Chance at all.

"Sebastian," my mother said. "There you are."

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