Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 17:29:37 -0800
From: Story Teller <gaytales@gmail.com>
Subject: Nik's Life - Part I

OK, all the obligatory stuff.  This is a complete work of fiction.  It is
not based on anyone or anything.  Any similarity to any previously owned
noun (i.e. person, place or thing) is purely coincidental.  If the sex
reminds you of anything, you either have had some great sex that I knew (or
know) absolutely nothing about, or you have an equally vivid imagination.
No names were changed to protect anyone or anything because, in case you
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think you get the idea.

All that having been said.  I hope you enjoy the story.

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Nik's Life - Part I


Nik choked as the bigger boy's fat dick stabbed into his throat.  His
normally thin lips were unimaginably stretched around Troy's cock as the
lust crazed quarterback took his pleasure from the skinny twirp's mouth.
The pain in Nik's jaws had long since elevated to numbness as he struggled,
often unsuccessfully, to keep his teeth off of the quarterback's incredibly
fat prick.  This was not the first time Troy had used his mouth; no, far
from it.  But Nik was a small, skinny goth punk and his physical dimensions
didn't allow his jaw to extend enough to accommodate the abnormally thick
penis that Troy had been given.

Troy, on the other hand, was not skinny.  His thick frame was nearly six
feet tall.  His muscular body had developed quite early, owing to his
father's obsession with football.  He pushed Troy to be quarterback, and
Troy worked hard to gain his father's approval.  His taught muscular chest
and abs were the stuff of legend to the other jocks in their school.  His
massive sinewy thighs barely separated when he stood with legs at shoulder
width.  There was very little fat on Troy's jock frame.

There was at least one fat 'thing' on his body though, and that was his
cock.  Though not particularly long, Troy had been blessed with a lot of
girth.  At about five inches long, his massive teenaged tool was nearly the
same dimensions around at the base.  Two points on his cock (the center of
the shaft and his fat mushroom head) were a bit larger around, giving his
fat dick a banana sort of appearance, with a bulbous end.  All of that
shape and girth made it very difficult to give the truly toothless blow
job.

It didn't matter anyway this time around.  Troy didn't notice the
occasional teeth scrape.  He was oblivious as he humped Nik's pale narrow
face like an animal in the back seat of Nik's own jeep.  He pistoned his
hips in and out in lustful desperation; hunched over the goth teen's
toothpick frame.  His hairy balls grazed along the chest of the boy's black
"Death-Punk Rock Festival" t-shirt as he wrapped his arms behind the boy's
head and continued to fuck Nik's mouth.  Nik could feel the heavy nutsac
drag up and down along his sternum as Troy braced his head between his
hairy thighs, holding it vice-like in his steely grip.

Troy urgently rocked his short fat dick forward in and out of Nik's
struggling throat, scratching the sides of the thin head on the coarse hair
of his thighs.  The animal intimacy of it all caused Troy's thick thighs to
reflexively clutch more tightly about the narrow head between them,
creating a moist cavity in between Nik's mouth and his own damp hairy
crotch.  His grip was so tight, Nik was almost suffocating.  Nik began to
panic and clutched onto Troy's hips, struggling to pull them off of him so
that he might come up for air. Despite the effort, Troy was oblivious.
Fortunately though for Nik, he repositioned himself for a greater range of
motion, affording Nick a few moments of air.  However, unfortunately, the
acrid unwashed scent of Troy McHenry after football practice polluted this
brief attempt at breathing.

Chocking on cock, and his face buried repeatedly into the matte of coarse
pubic hair that maned Troy's dick, he tried to scream...to plead for
mercy...as Troy raped his mouth. But it was in vain. Troy was lost in the
moment.  He was getting close to the prize and focused solely on shooting
his teen load into the warm mouth surrounding his manhood. Nik's legs
flailed wildly as he strangled on the cock that impaled his throat.  He
began beating on Troy's ass cheeks with his fists, struggling for more air.
But it only excited Troy more.  He found the helplessness of the boy under
him to be completely erotic.  He curled even further about Nik's head
creating a virtual cocoon of boy-flesh over boy-flesh.  His forward thrusts
pressed his damp pubic hair around Nik's mouth, grinding the wet brown hair
into the tender flesh of the skinny face with each pump of his fat prick
into the saliva slickened mouth-pussy between his legs.

Each deep thrust into the hot throat gave his engorged penis what it
wanted; the reminiscence of being sunk deep within the walls of an actual
pussy.  Troy knew he would not have much longer to wait. He leaned his head
inward, loosening his left thigh slightly to expose Nik's ear.  His
breathing was ragged and labored as he forced a whisper.  "I'm gonna cum
faggot."  Troy's voice was barely audible in Nik's ear.  He buried his face
into the hair on the top of Nik's head.  "Swallow my cum faggot."  Mumbled
Troy as he buried his face into the crown of Nik's long black hair.  He
felt his balls begin to draw upward, cocking itself in preparation to shoot
his load.  "I'm gonna shoot my cum into your belly, faggot." His body
tightened, clutching itself like a vice around Nik's head.  Troy's fat dick
jackhammered itself as deep as it could possibly go, lodging itself again
and again in the skinny boy's throat with a new sense of urgency.  Sensing
Troy's end approaching, Nik prepared himself as best as he could to accept
the ejaculation that Troy was about to deposit into his throat.

"Uhnnn, fuck yeah.  Suck my fucking cum you little faggot bitch." Troy
grunted the words as the first thick stream of his semen shot into Nik's
throat.  Nik tried to swallow it, but Troy's position made it impossible.
The semen shot up into Nik's sinus cavity sending a scorching pain through
him as the thick cum shot through his head and escaped through his
nostrils.  He gagged on the slimy mixture of cock and cum and mucous now
lodged in the back of his throat.  His body tried to cough, but it only
lurched forward, further impaling himself on Troy's cock.  Tears flowed
from his eyes as semen drizzled from his nose.

"AHHH....damn faggot, suck my sperm" yelled Troy as he ejaculated two more
thick shots of cum into the abused boy's throat. "Oh my god you fucking
faggot...suck that fucking cum out of my prick you fucking bitch" Troy's
body jerked as he spoke, each strong jerk repeated his spasming cock's
jabbing of the back of Nik's throat.  Each jab brought more semen and yet
another degrading comment. "Yeah, keep sucking bitch. There's a bunch more
in there... so keep sucking you fucking little bitch-ass faggot."  Three
more hot, descendingly smaller, shots of adolescent-hormone rich semen
would follow before Troy would finally stop painting Nik's mouth and throat
with his salty cum.

Troy's body completely spent, he pulled his hips backward slightly,
allowing his still hard cock to slip from Nik's mouth.  He slid off of
Nik's bony chest, moving backward in an almost snakelike retreat and coming
to rest opposite Nik's exhausted toothpick frame on the other end of the
back seat.  The smell of sweat and the scent of teen lust permeated the
entire vehicle.  He stared at Nik as the other stared back at him.  His
angle of view and perspective made it appear as if Nik was almost obscured
behind his massive reddened and slowly detumescing penis. Satisfied, he
quietly considered Nik's beet red face.  Rivulets of cum trailed from his
nose to his mouth, which was even more red than the rest of his face.  Had
he looked a bit closer, he would have seen the tiny scratches on Nik's
face.  But that wasn't what Troy was looking for.  But he did see what he
wanted just the same.  And what he saw was the same satisfying appearing of
his domination; complete.  These were exactly the results he liked when he
face fucked his younger peer.

"Yeah, bitch, you love that slimy shit in your faggot mouth."  Troy sneered
as he righted himself in the back seat, reaching for his underwear.  He
paused fora moment and looked down at the even more exhausted Nik,
marveling at his domination over the boy as well as at his own sexual
satisfaction.  It was everything he expected his blow job to be and more.
"Yeah, you are one cum drinking faggot slut, aint ya?"

"Fu..."  Nik choked on the word, lurching forward into a long coughing
spasm.  Reciprocally, it caused Troy to chuckle a bit.

"Whatsa matter bitch...got cock in your throat?"  Troy laughed so hard he
almost fell off of the seat.

Of course it was true.  Nik's throat was worn raw from the brutal assault
of Troy's cock and was now thoroughly coated with a residual film of Troy's
hormones.  He coughed and cleared his throat, trying again to speak.
Through painfully strained vocal chords, he finally managed the effort.

"Fuck you prick."  His voice raspy but of normal volume.  "Stop calling me
names!"  He tried to regain at least some dignity.

Troy leered at Nik.  Nik felt as if Troy was not looking at him as much as
behind him, but through him as if he had x-ray vision.  Troy reached out
for Nik's crotch, taking the boy by surprise.  Reflexively, Nik brushed his
hands away.  Troy rewarded him with a punch on the top of his thigh,
causing him to jerk his knee to his chest.  "Goddamnit, let's see your
dick, faggot."  Troy thoroughly shocked Nik with the command.

Troy, though completely naked when they got together, never asked to see
any part of Nik's body.  In fact, Nik just did what he was told...which
never, ever, included removing his clothes or exposing any part of his
body.  "Quick fag, you got 2 fucking seconds to show me your cock."  Troy
spoke somewhat urgently.  Nik hesitated, confused...but Troy reached over
and yanked open the button of Nik's jeans.  Nik reached to stop him, but
Troy clenched a fist, and Nik once again submitted to Troy's will.  He
really did know better than to interfere as Troy proceeded to unzip his
jeans.  His embarrassment was complete as the denim fell away and the
opening in his boxer shorts allowed his rock hard young cock to spring
free.

Troy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.  It was a pretty big cock for such
a small guy.  It was downright huge; nearly nine inches, though markedly
thinner than Troy's.  Troy slapped his dick a few times form side to side
in a way that made Nik think of a couple of straight guys benignly slapping
each others' asses in the lockerroom.  "Damn, you got a big fucking dick."
Troy was impressed with the small boy's size.  He seemed to be briefly
distracted by Nik's sizeable dick.  He momentarily lost track of why he had
asked to see it in the first place.  This somehow comforted Nik, restoring
just a tiny bit of his self esteem and dignity.  Suddenly Troy had a sort
of vulnerable feeling, and quickly regained his composure. He resumed his
sneering look at Nik, staring him right in the eyes.

"Yeah, right, don't call you names."  Troy smirked as he said the words.
"And you are sitting there with a big ole rock hard pecker? And after the
way I just fucked your face like you were a bitch? And after some of the
shit I KNOW you've done?"  Troy just heaped one rhetorical question after
another upon him.  "See, it's just like I said. I knew you loved this shit
man.  You really are a god damned, cock sucking, cum eating mother fucking
faggot aint ya?"

The words stung Nik's ears and he did not bother to answer.  His penis had
betrayed him, making him appear to be gay.  Nik knew he wasn't gay.  But,
Troy knew different.  But, more to the point, Troy didn't give a fuck.  All
Troy knew was that this boy would do as he was told, and he was using it to
his advantage. Troy drew great pleasure from having the Nik at his
disposal.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"  Troy's tone became more mild as he changed
the subject.

"Well, I have school."  Nik shrugged his shoulders, but he knew what his
abuser's quickly narrowing eyes wanted to know.  He could see the unspoken
in Troy's eyes, and figured he might as well answer without being asked.
"But I can make time to suck your cock."

Troy smiled with delight.  "That's what I wanted to hear.  I never get
tired of hearing that.  It's not for me though.  You know I only need that
mouth once in awhile. I think Tommy's girlfriend is on the rag and he's
going to need you tomorrow.  What time can you suck his dick?  He's free
third and fifth period."  Troy spoke to him as if he were a social
secretary, giving him his schedule.

Nik answered without argument.  "Third period I have study hall.  I can go
to the bathroom then and meet him.  Tell him to wait fifteen minutes into
class time before I can ask to go." Nik already knew the details.  He knew
what he was supposed to do.  "I can do fifth period, but I will only have
about 10 minutes.  Mr. Jacobsen watches the time and I'll get detention if
I go longer."

"Gee, Missss-ter Jack-off-your-son."  Troy made fun of the teacher's name,
poorly mimicking a sissy boy voice.  Dropping the accent, he continued
making fun of the teacher.  "I hear he's a fag too.  You should do the
detention. Maybe you two fags could sixty-nine on the fucking desk or
something."

"I told you I aint fucking gay, asshole!" Nik yelled uncharacteristically
at Troy.

Troy just stared, a knowing smile on his lips.  But, then, suddenly Troy's
cell phone rang.

"Shit, it's my mom.  Keep quiet!" he barked at Nik.

Nik glared back in anger, but he obeyed and went silent.  He could not hear
the other person on the phone, but he listened to Troy's end of the
conversation, piecing together its meaning from the context.

"Hi Mom" "Oh, I"m with Kyle, we're running sprints. I'll be home soon" "Oh
really..."  "Oh, sorry, my bad, I meant to say Todd, but we are out by the
powerlines running sprints" "OK, I'll call him" "Great...I've been craving
spaghetti and meatballs.  "OK, I love you too Mommy."

Nik smiled.  "Aww...mommy...that was sweet."

Troy did not smile.  "Yeah, how about I knock a few fucking teeth out of
your head?"

Nik stopped smiling.

Troy pressed a few quick-dial buttons on his phone and placed it to his
ear.  He glared at Nik, as if to say "Will you ever fucking learn?"
Suddenly, his head turned away as his call connected.

"You dumb mother-fucker.  What the fuck did you call my house for?"  "It's
me...fucking Troy...now answer the fucking question!"  "Bullshit...I told
you I was gonna have Nik suck my cock after practice."  "Yeah, you forgot.
Bullshit" "Yeah, uh huh..."  "Uh huh..."  "Uh huh..."  "Shit yeah, good as
ever."  Troy looked over at Nik.  "Uh huh...swallowed it all."  "Nah, aint
tried that yet."  "Nah, I'd need to be pretty fucking drunk to risk
shit-dick."  Troy laughed.  "So anyway, what the fuck do you want?"  "Oh.
Well I oughta say no.  But, I was already done when she called, and she
bought the lie, so OK."  "Yeah, save the thanks, just show me the money."
"He's got fifth period free, but he says Jack-off-your-son watches the
time.  So you only get 10 minutes to bust a nut."  "Nope, same twenty
bucks."  "Then go fuck yourself."  "Well, if he'll let you.  But the way
you fuck, you'll have enough time to bust twenty nuts. Did you forget when
you and I tag-teamed Gloria Reed?" Troy chuckled again.  "Dude, you came in
that bitch in less than a fucking minute." He chuckled.  "Hey, I can't help
it if I can fuck for hours."  "Well, anyway, like I say, that's a bit too
faggish for me...but, if you can get him to do it, it sure would make it a
real bargain for twenty bucks, wouldn't it?"  "Alright, I'll tell him."
"Yeah, later dude."

Troy clicked closed the cover of his cell phone and turned to Nik. "Well,
looks like I just booked fifth period too." Nik's head dropped in dismay.
"And I'd work on my skills if I were you.  I told him you only got ten
minutes, but you don't know what Kyle's planning if he runs out of time."
Troy was grinning as he said it.

But Nik did know.  Just like the phone call with Troy's mom, Nik could make
out the context of Troy's phone call with Kyle. And there was no way he was
letting another boy fuck him.  No way in hell, he told himself.  No
mother-fucking way in hell.  He'd rather die first.

But, just a brief moment later, he recalled that he had thought the same
thing when Troy raped him for the very first time. And though he took
several bad beatings before he adopted his safer, more submissive, posture,
he did indeed not choose to die. He became the other boy's bitch
instead. He wondered in silence at how he might respond if that particular
turn of events came to be with this larger piece of his dignity at stake.

Troy let the realization sink into Nik's little head for a few seconds
before he spoke again.  He liked seeing the boy squirm, not knowing how to
deal with his impending situation. Suddnely, as if to purposefully bring
Nik back to reality, he spoke very loudly.

"You ever do that before?" Troy was genuinely curious. "You know, get
fucked up the butt?"

"Fuck No!" Nik was indignant at the suggestion. "And I sure as fuck aint
lettin Kyle fuck me either."

"What would you do if a guy wanted you to fuck them?" Troy's demeanor
changed slightly.  His head drooped down a bit and he stared at the ground.

This confused Nik a bit.  Why would Kyle want Nik to fuck him?

"Well?" Troy's eyes were fixed on the ground.  He nervously kicked around a
few twigs as he spoke. "Wouldn't you like to fuck him up the ass with that
big pecker, just to get him back for being an asshole to you?"

"What?  Me fuck another guy?  Up the butt?  NO!" Nik was again a bit
indignant.  Besides, he thought, Kyle was never a dick to him.  Kyle
actually was pretty cool to him.  If he'd want to fuck anybody for revenge,
it would be Troy.  But he knew that would never happen.  Again, Nik became
a bit confused at where the conversation had gone.  He was still angry and
rushing with adrenaline from the recent ravagement of his still sore and
aching mouth and began accidentally mumbling his thoughts aloud.  "If
anything, I'd..." Nik thought twice and stopped his sentence.

"OK bitch, OK, forget it." It was Troy, back to business as usual.
"Anyway, kiss my dick and thank me for fucking your pussy mouth. Do it like
I showed you, and then I'll let you take me home."  Troy leaned back into
the seat, granting Nik full access to his now fully flacid penis. "OK
bitch, thank me proper like."

Nik knew what that meant.  It was Troy's little domination ritual.  It was
how Troy made sure Nik would never refuse a command from him.  Obediently
he leaned over and gave Troy's penis a pasisonate french-style kiss,
flicking his tongue against the tiny lip-like flaps of Troy's urethra
opening. "Thank you Troy for teaching me that it is my mouth, and not you,
that is a pussy.  Thank you for teaching me that my pussy is for your
pleasure.  I now know that my purpose until the end of high school is to be
your bitch."  He kissed the head one last time and sat upright.  "Thank you
Troy for letting me suck your dick."

"You're welcome" Troy always tried to hide his smile during this part.
"Good, now clean my fucking jizz off of your face and let's get the fuck
out of here."  It was a command and, again, Nik obeyed.

Nik tucked his still hard prick back into his boxers and zipped up his
pants.  Looking around, he found a fast food bag from which he managed to
extract a couple of unused napkins.  Quickly, he wiped away the semen and
blew his nose.  Afterward, he hopped between the front seets and into the
driver seat.  Looking into the vanity mirror, Nik wondered how he was going
to explain the dark red patches formed by Troy's pubic hair on his face.
The dark red marks might fade a bit but some of the micro-scratches would
require a bit of explanation. Fuck, he thought to himself...how the fuck
will I explain this?

How he wished this prick wasn't such a, well, a prick.

His mind wandered a bit as he waited for Troy to put on his clothes.  Troy
always got completely naked when he used Nik's mouth.  Nik never understood
why, but never gave it much thought.  Most of the time he was more
concerned with making the blow job as good as possible, so that it would
last as short a time as possible.  If being naked helped Troy to be
hornier, and thus cum more quickly, he was all for it. He knew it was crazy
logic, but he also remembered how the blow jobs were when they first
started. By actually learning how to do it very well, he was able to bring
the other boys to orgasm much more quickly.  Not only did it make his
torment end more quickly, but it made it easier when several cocks were
forced in front of him. But the biggest benefit was that progressively
better blow jobs helped Troy become less abusive.  Most of the other boys
were also less abusive, especially the football players.  Some were
actually never abusive, and some even nice to him, actually thanking,
instead of demeaning, him after they used his mouth.  But Troy, though
somewhat bearable now, had calmed down a lot over the last year.

Nik clenched at the memory of their first encounter.  No, Troy wasn't
NEARLY this nice on their first time out of the gate. And Nik had the bad
luck to be a cocky little punk who really enjoyed impressing his other goth
punk friends. That fact alone, and the stupid decision to go to the Pizza
Burger with Tony and Mark, would begin a cycle of events that would last
for years.

Troy was drunk.  It was not unusual for a Friday night.  However, it was
unusual that his girlfriend had broken up with him for a skinny guy on the
swimming team.  Troy was pissed off, and being horny only made him angrier.
Nik and his friends just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong
time when Troy stopped off the the Pizza Burger to try to sober up with
some food.

Nik and his friends were finishing up a pizza when Troy stumbled in.  He
glared at the group of skinny goth punks, who all glared brazenly back at
his alcohol squinted eyes. Yeah, they were all pretty brave as the drunken
older boy appeared to be incapacitated.  But Troy was more in control of
his faculties than they knew.

"What the fuck 'r you lookin' at faggot?" slurred Troy, looking at Nik.  He
recognized the little punk.  He was one of those little pricks that came to
the football games and jeered at their own team.  He hated the little
anti-establishment pricks.

"I don't know, it's either a jock or a pussy...I get confused."  replied
Nik, causing his friends to laugh uproariously.

BAM

Nik saw stars as the Troy's massive fist met his left temple.  Dazed and
confused, he turned to jump up and hit the older boy.  Instead, his
disorientation caused him to slip and knock over a large glass of soda.

"God Damnit" yelled the old man behind the counter.  He had not seen the
punch, but he had seen and heard the glass of ice and liquid fall over.  He
ran out from behind the counter with a pizza box, trying to catch some of
the liquid dripping onto the floor.  "Now you fucking punks get the hell
out of here!" he cried to the kids in the booth.

"But it was him" Nik pointed to Troy.  "We were just sitting here and he
fucking comes up and hits me in the fucking head."

"I don't give a crap." The old man stood and pointed at the door. "Get
out!"

Nik and his friends got up, bumping Troy in the process.  In his drunken
stupor, Troy lost his balance and fell to the floor.  Nik and his friends
laughed once again as they continued moving toward the door.

"Oh...it WAS a PUSSY I was looking at." said Nik as he walked out.  He
emphasized the word "pussy" as he let the cavalier curse escape his lips.
"You fucking faggot jocks are all But thanks for clearing up my confusion
bitch."

e was proud of himself as his friends responded with laughter and accolades
at his witty retorts.  But, had he only known what would follow, he might
have held his tongue.  If he had known then what he would become to those
Jocks that he had referred to as pussies, he would have minded his own
business and let Troy pass.

But he had not done that.  He did say those things, and Troy would make him
pay for it...again and again. Troy's friends would make him pay for it too,
friends of all ages.  And Nik would perform again and again, and then he
would thank Troy for what he had done.

A tear welled up in Nik's eye.  He thought momentarily about his erection,
still straining behind the taut denim of his jeans.  He knew that
somewhere, deep inside of himself, something made his cock hard during the
encounters.  He dared not think about it, lest he come upon a realization
that he simply could not accept.  Unconsciously, he maneuvered his stiff
cock to a less sensitive position, willing it to go away.

Nik's concentration was broken as Troy jumped into the passenger seat.

"OK cock boy, get me out of here."

Nik started the jeep and drove off down the long dirt road that led from
the secluded spot they were in to the highway.  Troy's house was close and
they rode in silence for the few minutes it took to make the trip.  Once
there, Nik knew to stop just short of the end of the treeline that bordered
the property.  They sat for a moment in the jeep.  It was uniquely awkward
as Troy seemed to want to say something.  But, in true Troy fashion, he
just made a joke.

"Well, I'd invite you to dinner, but you've already had a thick piece of
pasta and some meatballs with sauce.  Just not in that order."  He smiled
at Nik, genuinely thinking he was funny.  "Seriously though, that was a
good blow job."

Troy quickly jumped out of the jeep and began walking toward his house
without another word.

Nik turned the jeep around and headed for home.  Tears began flowing down
his face.  It was so humiliating to be complimented on his blow job skills
when he hated doing it so much.  Just then, however, he was reminded of his
still erect cock.  It had never gone down and still strained for attention
behind the baggy denim jeans he wore. He reached down and opened his
zipper, slipping his had inside.  He grabbed his starving cock, sighing at
the excellent sensation of his fist on his dick.  He began jerking off,
thinking of what it must have looked like just a little while earlier, all
hunched up with his face between the legs of a sweaty jock, swallowing his
cock and drinking his semen.  He had never really tried to recall the
horrible encounters.  But somehow Troy's exposure of his own sexual
excitement had opened a doorway.  Somehow, a secret had been released into
the wild and it threatened to drag him along with it.  At least, for now,
he didn't care.

He reached home before he came.  Placing his still unsatisfied cock back
into his pants, he parked his jeep and grabbed his school things from the
back seat.  His sensitive penis bobbed in his boxer shorts, lightly rubbing
against the soft combed cotton fabric.  His cock was so close to orgasm
that the light sensation of the material threatned to finish the job for
him.  He knew he had to get to his room quickly and jerk off, lest he shoot
a load right into his pants.

Even as he reached for the front door, it happened.  The smell of spaghetti
and meatballs lingered just outside the front door of his own home.  That
was all it took.  His cock started shooting cum all over the inside of his
jeans.  Doubled over from the intensity of the orgasm, he reached for his
cock and squeezed, trying to keep his cum from dripping all over his legs.
He allowed his orgasm to subside before opening the door, and then snuck up
to his room unnoticed. Just how far gone was he, he thought to himself.

"Shit" he said allowed.  "I really have one fucked up life."  And then he
changed clothes and went down to dinner.  As he sat down to dinner, the
smell of the spaghetti restored his erection.

Yep, one fucked up life.  But, this time he only thought it.

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