Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2014 14:40:16 -0800
From: Dark Broski <darkbroski@gmail.com>
Subject: The Exorjizzm of Colin Kane

Greetings! I am proud to show my latest work. Please note that this story's
main theme is INCEST and CORRUPTION. If you do not enjoy either of those
things please do not read.

That being said I really enjoy writing things that are a bit drawn
out. That teases yet entices the reader. If you're looking for a quick read
then this is not the story for you, but I assure you, if you read
everything, and really get into the world I've created, it will be much
more rewarding than if I just wrote a couple pages of fucking.

I have divided it up into chapters, and in this particular part there is no
incest. (It takes awhile to get to. Sorry!) But there are plenty of erotic
thrills along the way. Please email me at darkbroski@gmail.com Usually the
feedback gets me off, and that's why I write. Getting you guys to stroke
your dicks is the biggest turn on for me. SO give me feedback, let me know
your thoughts, and most of all tell me if it got you off.

Thanks,
Dark Broski

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The Exorjizzm of Colin Kane

Chapter 1: A long dirty path

Joel was falling on some hard times. His wife had died years ago, his kid
was growing up much too quickly, and he felt the city life was starting to
consume them too much. He wanted to get away. Move somewhere else. Have a
simpler, more quiet life where him and his son could bond. He had no idea
when he signed the deed to take over an ol' "fixer upper" what would become
of him, his boy, the town.

"I know its your senior year. But your friends can visit and you'll make
new ones." Joel said to his son as they drove their truck up the long dirt
driveway to their new home.

"Yeah I guess..." murmured Colin. He was looking out the window at all the
trees. Much different than what he was use to. Where his friends
were. Where his girlfriend was.

Joel looked over at Colin and lightly punched him on the shoulder. "Don't
worry son. There's sure to be plenty of girls at your new high school," he
said with a grin. He got no reaction from Colin and lightly coughed and
turned his attention back to the path in front of him. Over the horizon
Colin could see the house. Big, much too big for two people. Dilapidated a
bit, but still livable.

"There she is Colin," Joel said, "Our new home, and a project you and I can
work on together!"

Colin scoffed.

Joel had been a pretty successful carpenter, however he was never sure if
the people hiring him appreciated him more for his work, or for what work
he...could potentially, do them for. Many times he had found himself in a
compromising position with a female client. Even when his wife was
alive. Joel was an honest man though and even when things were very
tempting, he never let it get the better of him. Seeing the front porch of
the house reminded him of a time he had helped a neighbor with theirs. He
was nailing some new boards in when suddenly the owner, Mrs. Davidson, was
just standing there in front of him. Completely naked, spreading her pussy
lips begging him to lick them. To this day he doesn't know how he resisted.

The memory began to take a toll on his cock. He felt his jeans
tightening. He nervously looked over to see where Colin was looking
at. Thankfully out the window. Otherwise there'd be no way he wouldn't
notice.

They finally parked and Colin jumped out and started walking around. "Be
careful Colin! I haven't looked everywhere yet so don't go falling in a
hole!"

"Yeah yeah," Colin responded nonchalantly.  Standing on the front porch was
the real estate agent.  "Hello Mr. Kane!" he said with a grin.

"Hello Mr. Gregston." Joel reached out his hand to shake it but the
landlord ignored it.

"Now Mr. Kane, I have a few more documents you need to sign, and then I'll
give you and your boy a tour of the house and you can ask me any
questions. I'm very pleased you decided to take this place on."
Mr. Gregston had almost a bone chilling smile. Almost too perfect, dressed
in his suit way out in the wilderness. Though his suit was covering it up,
you could tell he had a firm muscled body underneath. He definitely took
care of his looks. He was almost a contrast to Joel, who was burly, hairy,
a real man's man. He didn't need to work out with all of his labor, and
just happened to be blessed with good genes and a handsome
face. Thankfully, the traits were passed down to his son.

As they were walking in Colin hopped onto the deck. "Did I miss anything?"

"No. Not yet." Mr. Gregston said, flashing a friendly smile at Colin.

Colin was spitting image of his father. Good chiseled looks. Firm body,
more slender than his dad of course. He actively worked out, always wanting
to impress girls. He had a bad boy image that he knew his dad didn't
approve of but he didn't care. Ever since his mom died he had been going
through a lot. His dad understood that.

They walked into the main hall, a giant staircase leading up to the second
floor. Off the to the left a study of sorts, straight ahead a hallway that
leads to the kitchen. To the right a door to the basement.

"As you can see." Mr. Gregston started, "You chose quite a project
Mr. Kane." Colin looked up at the ceiling, covered in cobwebs, patchy
ceiling that looks like it would leak if rained on. And the smell. It was
so dank and dusty he had to fight back a cough.

"Wow Dad, you sure have good taste."

Joel just ignored his son. He'd get use to it. He'd have to. After a few
moderations this place would be the envy of the town. He would even let his
son throw house parties there with his friends. Hopefully he'd make some.

The real estate agent showed them around the first floor, how the water is
dirty the first few seconds when turned on in the kitchen, how the study
had a broken window. He also warned the basement had no lights so they'd
have to rig that up themselves, and to be careful on the steps.

The most notable thing in the study was one wall was just one gigantic
mirror.  "Were the last people who lived here all vain or something?" asked
Colin.

"No. No." said the real estate agent smiling. "I think the previous owners
were dance teachers or something. They would have private lessons in here,
that's why the floor is quite scuffed up." Colin looked down. The floor was
pretty damaged. But the imprints into the wood strangely resembled hoof
prints.

"Great, we took over some old cloggers' house. Hey Dad, maybe we can find
you a new wife if you can clog your way to their heart."

"Colin-" Joel started but Colin had bounded out of the room, heading up the
stairs.

"I'm gonna pick out my room!" he shouted behind him.

Joel let out a huge sigh. And caught in the corner of his eye the realtor
staring at him.

"Sorry. Just, he's going through a rough time. Moving and all from his
friends."

"Don't worry about it." said Mr. Gregston, "I was a boy like that
once. He'll turn out fine."

"You think so?" asked Joel.

"I can bet on it." Mr. Gregston said with another one of his smiles. His
eyes glinting as he looked directly into Joel's eyes. "Now...let's go catch
up with him shall we?"

They went up the stairs and found Colin poking his head in. Room to room.

"Man all these rooms look the same. I can't tell which one is the coolest."
said Colin.

There were three bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor.

"I can assure you all of them have their perks," responded Mr. Gregston,
"The one at the end of the hall is right by the bathroom. Don't have to
walk far, also it has some great shelves for storage and a huge closet.

The one in the middle is the smallest, but its perfect for a young child or
house guest. The one on the end, now, Colin, I think you'll like this last
one. It's got the most privacy of the others, and has a great large window
that lets you view the lake where the sunsets.

"Lame." retorted Colin.

"Unless you're trying to get a girl to take her clothes off in your
bed. Then the sight might just be too breathtaking for her to keep them
on."

That caught Colin's attention. "Ok Dad I got my room. You can choose from
the others." said Colin.

"Thanks, son." Joel rolled his eyes. He wanted the large closet anyway. He
had a big gun collection and it was best to keep those out of sight.

They all walked into Colin's new room and Mr. Gregston wasn't lying. The
view was amazing.

In the room was an ornate rug, its era unknown but it seemed to have some
sort of constellations all over it. None that Joel could make out. "Do you
want me to get this rug out of here son?"

"Don't you think it already goes quite well with the room though? It's so
large it makes the room a bit more cozy." interrupted Mr. Gregston.

"Yeah, I don't really care. Just leave it. If it smells I'll throw it out
my huge window...hey. Does this place have wifi?" asked Colin.

"Nope. We haven't set up internet yet, and may not for awhile. I think
it'll be good for us to enjoy some time together with no distractions."
Joel said trying to sound as firm as possible.

Colin just sighed, "Fine. You win. We will hang out but once I start back
into school you're on your own." Colin said smiling. One of the few times
he would be warm.

Joel smiled back.

"Well. Let's finish signing those documents." Mr. Gregston walked back out
of the room downstairs and Joel followed.

"Now the only thing really left for you to sign is a notification paper
that you have been told that someone has died in this house." Mr. Gregston
began. They were sitting at the kitchen table.

"Wait, what!?" exclaimed Joel. "Why didn't you mention this before?"

"I didn't?" the realtor looked quizzically at Joel. "I'm sure I must
have. ...is that a problem?"

"No...uh....I guess not. But who died here? The dance teachers? How?" Joel
asked.

"No, no no, the dance teachers are, well I can't really say alive. You see
I made them up." Gregston confessed.

"Go on." said Joel, interested.

"It was a long time ago, back in the 1920s...this house...well. It was
known in the countryside for one very particular thing. It was a whore
house."

"No shit?" Joel scoffed, "With only three bedrooms?"

"There was no need for more than that. This house was widely known has an
orgy house. Where everyone would come. Walk in. Fuck the first thing you
see." Gregston eyes were brimming with excitement as he told the story. His
excitement was infectious. "Over the years though, things got to be
more...perverse..."

"Perverse...? How? Fucking is fucking ain't it?" Joel looked confused.

Gregston chuckled, "Well yes. But I'm not talking about straight
fucking. That huge mirror in the study? It was for people to watch
themselves fuck in front of it. Sometimes they'd make one person fuck
themselves in the room, and how it is placed, everyone else could sit on
the stairwell, coming and going as they pleased. Very voyeuristic for the
time.

Joel's cock was starting to respond to the story. If only Mrs. Davidson
knew, she'd be fucking herself in front of that mirror right now. Trying to
force him to watch. Who knows, maybe this time he'd give in...

Joel snapped back to listen to Gregston as he slightly adjusted his cock
beneath the table. Some how his fly must have been open cause his cock was
sticking out. He didn't put it back in for whatever reason.

Mr. Gregston was getting hard too. But for a different reason. He kept
going.

Meanwhile upstairs, Colin was looking out the window onto the lake. It was
really quite peaceful. Nothing like the past few years had been. Once his
mother died everything changed. He had a hard time concentrating in school,
every girl he dated he ended up pushing away. He even began pushing away
his best friends. Maybe his dad was right. Maybe...

*CLUNK*

Colin spun around. It appeared a brick had been loose on the wall and had
finally came free.

"This place is gonna fall on top of us..." he walked over and picked up the
brick. As he went to put it back in its place he noticed something in the
hole. He pulled it out.

It was an old 80's issue of Penthouse Magazine. Like any guy his age he
immediately opened it. The pages smelled old, dusty. He laid out on his
side on the bed as he flipped through. His mind racing. He had found a
magazine like that in his dad's drawer once. But never got very far, his
Dad always came home right after him and he could never get enough time to
get off to it. He stopped on a set of pictures of two football players and
a cheerleader. He always had a thing for them. He was touching himself
through his pants. This one pic with her tits out really got him hard.

Downstairs...

"You see, Mr. Kane, the place only got more and more depraved as time went
on." Mr. Gregston and Joel were both leaned over the table in deep
conversation. That is, that's what it would look like to anyone who walked
in. Now if you were to bend down and look over at them, well. You'd see
they both very much were stroking their cocks. Slowly, almost absent
mindedly.

"How so?" Joel asked. His cock flexing as he asked. His cock longing to
hear more.

"Like I said, it started with the mirror and the voyeurism. Then, came the
huge orgies. There was only one rule."

"What...was it?" Joel could barely contain himself. Upstairs his son, was
in the same mode. Stroking his cock faster and faster. Looking at the
pages. Flipping to the next...

"Two guys for every girl. A holes filled policy if you will."

"You mean..."

"Yes...double penetration."

Joel had always fantasized about doing that to some slut. He and his
brother once fucked a chick together but never at the exact same time. He
jacked off a lot thinking about it, and knowing that it happened a lot in
his new home was extremely hot to him.

Upstairs Colin flipped the page to just that. The two football players
double penetrating the stupid cheerleader. "Fuck, that's hot." Colin
couldn't look away. He kept staring intently at the two cocks sliding into
her holes.

"Not only that Mr. Kane. But the glory holes too. In the basement. Where
its completely dark. Nobody could see anything, all they could do is feel
their lust taking over them. Giving into whatever hot mouth was sucking on
their hard, fat dicks." Mr. Gregston was getting more descriptive. Joel was
stroking his hard fat 10 inch cock. It was so hard it was hitting the base
of the table. Smearing his precum all around. He was getting close. He
needed to cum.

"Could you imagine Mr. Kane? Showing up for a party, and then just fucking
everything in the room? Giving into your carnal nature?"

Joel's head was getting fuzzy. He was reaching a height of ecstasy he
rarely could get to. Colin upstairs was the same. Staring intently at the
two cocks. The large two veiny cocks. Glistening, touching each
other. Almost fighting for dominance.

"Think about it Mr. Kane. Any tight hole you saw...yours. All yours. And
now you live here. You own it."

Joel took in a deep breath, his son upstairs doing the same. both their
cocks shoot simultaneously in different rooms. Joel's load hitting
underneath the table, Colin's load hitting all over the
magazine. Gregston's also began shooting. The cum flowing as if it hadn't
been shot in weeks. All three feeling ecstasy at the same time.

Joel was huffing and weezing. His cock still hard.

"Are you...ok Mr. Kane?" asked Gregston smiling.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Sorry, just uh...what an enthralling story." He was
coming down off his high and hoped to god Mr. Gregston didn't realize what
he just did. He could feel the cum dripping from the underside of the table
back onto his pants.

"So eventually, things kept getting darker, nastier, and while for most
that was fine, some locals however, didn't like their town being known for
it. So one night during one of their orgies of debauchery, someone set fire
to the house. It was small at first, but it was in the study, and with the
large mirror everyone was confused where it was coming from. A lot of
people died, including the owner. William Trevor. "

"I...see..." said Joel, still not sure why of all times he just jacked off
in front of basically a stranger.

"Mr. Kane? I need your signature." Gregston nodded at the paper in front of
him.

"Shit." thought Joel. His right hand was still wrapped tight around his
cock, and covered in his thick creamy load. He tried wiping it off on his
pants but they were drenched with his load. He awkwardly grabbed the pen
with his left hand and began to write his name as best he could.

"Didn't realize you were left handed Joel." Smirked Gregston.

"Ambidextrous," responded Joel.

"Good to know." smirked Gregston.

After he signed it Gregston stood up and put it in his briefcase.

"By the way Mr. Gregston, do you mind me asking what's your first name?"

"Why not at all. Joel," Gregston put on his coat and his hat. "My name's
Clarence."

He turned around and left.

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Chapter 2: The First Night

Joel was relieved to have a moment to himself. "What came over me?" he said
aloud. He went to the bathroom and washed off his hands. He couldn't get
the realtor out of his head. The way he spoke about this place. He stepped
out of the bathroom and could hear his son moving about upstairs.

Colin was basking in the afterglow of his bate session. If there's one
thing he loved more than girls it was his own cock. So interesting how it
grew when it got hard. The power he felt, feeling the hard rod throb in his
hand. Until he reached that moment of pure bliss...

"Fuck that was hot." He felt smug breaking in his room. He heard footsteps
coming up the stairs. "Shit." He went over to the hole in the
wall. Except...it wasn't there anymore. The brick was sealed firmly where
it was. "What the..." he started taping on the other bricks. "Come on come
on." He could feel the footsteps coming closer.

"Colin! Come on we gotta move these boxes in before dark!" His dad was
approaching.

"Fuck!" Colin lifted up the corner of the rug and put the magazine under
it. Just as he was standing up Joel entered the room.

"Trying to move that rug on your own? I can help..."

"No! No. Uh..." Colin stammered.

Joel studied his son. His dark brown hair contrasted to his own light
brown. His face looked a little flushed.

"I just was looking at it trying to figure out the uh...stars?" Colin
finished.

"Well stop getting all book smart and let's empty the truck."

The afternoon sure was hot. And humid. Though there were trees all around
the bright summer sun seemed to still be able to penetrate and bask down on
the two as they lifted heavy box after heavy box into the house.

They took a break sitting on the steps of the porch. Both drenched in
sweat, drinking water.

"Fuck this heat," said Colin.

"Language." retorted Joel.

Colin shut up. After a moment he took off his shirt. and threw it off to
the side. His body glistening. He had no hair on his chest or
stomach. Surprising for someone with dark hair like him. Joel followed
suit. His chest covered in light colored fur.

"Whoa. When did we get a dog?" joked Colin.

Joel smiled and threw his sweaty shirt at Colin's face.

"Heeeey! Not cool." He threw the shirt on top of his.

"Do you think you can be happy here son?" asked Joel changing the tone.

Colin sighed, "Maybe. It sure is pretty. And I'm pretty sure that real
estate guy was right. My room is a shoo in for some girl action."

"You wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it." Joel chided him.

"Oh yeah!?" Colin jumped up. "I'd bend her over just like this and..." he
made some thrusting actions towards the front door, which was open.

Joel and him started laughing, after a moment though Colin stopped.

"...Dad..." Joel looked at his son's face, it was paralyzed looking in
front of him. Joel stood up to look at what his son was.

"What is it?"

Joel looked at where his son was staring. There was nothing there.

"I...nevermind. Thought I saw someone standing there for a second."

"Ha! Over active imagination. You're still a kid." Joel rustled his son's
hair. "How bout we wash up, eat some dinner and hit the hay?"

Colin just nodded.

"I'm gonna check around back, why don't you shower and I'll start dinner in
a few." said Joel.

"Sounds good Dad!" Colin replied and bounded up the stairs. Joel went to
the backyard. The view was almost breathtaking. He took a deep breath and
sighed.

"What are you doing here?" An old crackly voice came from behind Joel. Joel
quickly turned around to see an old man hunched over.

"I would take those boxes back out. Get in your truck and never look back!"
the old man continued.

"Excuse me? Who are you?" Asked Joel taken aback.

"Just leave! Before it's too late!" the old man continued ranting. The man
then began to wander away.

"Must be some crazy dude. He almost looks homeless..." Joel watched the man
walk off into the nearby woods.

That night Colin was laying in his bed. For some reason he couldn't
sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about that porn mag underneath the
rug. The cheerleader. The two cocks penetrating her. He felt something
brush against his cock. "What the." He shot up. His hands were no where
near his crotch and he coulda swore he felt something.

"He layed back down."

"Coolllliiiiinnnnn," he heard something. The wind...?

"Coooooliiiiiiiiinnnnn," Colin shot back up. That was definitely his name.

*CLUNK*

The brick. It was back out of its hole again. Except this time...the hole
was much lower...about waist high.

Colin felt something pushing him out of his bed. He was drawn to see what
was in the hole. He slowly walked towards it. Only in his boxer briefs. His
cock, still hard from earlier.

"Colliiiiiiiin." The whisper against his ear came again. His cock pounding
harder.

As he approached he noticed that the brick at eye level from earlier was
gone as well.  What the heck was going on? He pressed his head against the
wall to gaze into the brick hole. At first he didn't see anything. But
then, an image began to appear.

It seemed like an old grainy film, but as his eyes adjusted he was able to
make it out. It was the two football players and cheerleader from the
magazine. Fucking. Sucking. Moaning.

Colin reached down to grab his cock.

But a hand was already there.

He jumped back and looked down. Was it just his imagination? He was super
horny. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. He moved his eyes back
into the hole. The cheerleader was riding one huge cock while sucking the
other one. The men's perfect abs flexing with each thrust.

Colin's hard cock was sticking straight out of his boxers, fitting
perfectly into the lower hole by his waist. The cool air inside swirling
around his hot thick rod.

"Colin..." he heard the soft voice again. Suddenly, he felt a warm wetness
engulf his cock while it was in the hole! He went to jump back but there
seemed to be some force not letting him. When he tried to move his dick out
he could only for a few inches then it would plunge back in into the warm
wetness that he couldn't deny. It felt good.

The movie also increased in intensity. The two football players were both
fucking her in the ass at the same time. Their cocks glistening with sweat.

Colin was breathing heavy. He wasn't sure what was going on but it was also
really hot. It felt like a wet, hot moist mouth pleasuring him. Even
licking his balls.

Colin stopped worrying about what was going on, completely giving into his
lust. Thrusting his cock into the unknown hole, huffing and moaning. The
scene began to change again...this time the cheerleader was gone. It was
just the two guys jacking off side by side. Then they started
kissing. "What the..." Colin tried to move his head away but as he did so
he felt a strong force SLAM his face back to the hole. He couldn't turn his
head. The two hot bodied athletes were fucking now. Spitting on each
other. Being as rough and carnal imaginable.

The mouth on Colin's cock was working overtime. It began to feel like not
just one mouth, but three or four. All over his cock, and through it all,
Colin could not stop thrusting. "Oh god." He thought, "I'm gonna cum to
this. Watching two guys..."

He couldn't hold back. He had to give in. He had to cum. "Ah, ah,
AAaAAAAAH!" Colin bellowed out. He could feel his load shoot in long ropey
lengths. The two football players cumming at the same time as him.  Colin
wanted to collapse, but he still couldn't move. It wasn't long until the
sucking started back up.

"No. No I can't. I'm tired..." Colin tried to protest. Then he noticed one
of the football players looking at him. Walking closer to the hole. Their
dick hard in their hand.

Colin and him made brief eye contact. Then slowly, slowly, his dick began
to enter the hole. Coming straight for Colin's face. Colin was
terrified. What was going on? What was this guy wanting from him. Then he
felt a force, opening his jaw.

"Oh God. I'm gonna have to suck a cock. No no no no." Colin was
panicking. The huge throbbing cock getting closer. He could smell the
pre-cum. It actually...smelt pretty good to Colin. He started calming
down. Just standing there, his mouth wide open, this gorgeous cock coming
towards him.

"Colin what are you doing!?"

Suddenly all the pressure that was on him left. Colin turned his head to
his door to see his Dad standing there. "Dad I...."

He stopped and looked down. He was still in his boxers, the bricks had been
put back in place. What just happened?

"Were you...sleep walking son?" Joel looked concerned. He had heard loud
moaning like if Colin was in some sort of pain. When he walked in he just
saw Colin's body pressed against the wall. It was really odd.

"Yeah, yeah I guess so. Sorry about that." Colin turned around to walk back
to his bed. As he did he felt a wetness against his leg. "Shit." He had cum
all over his boxers.

"Everything ok son?" Asked Joel.

"Yeah. I'm good."

"Ok. Good night."

Joel left out the door and headed back to his room.

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Well, we're off to a great start! I know nothing super "fun" happens in
this installment, but I'm setting the pace. Let me know what you think
about Colin and his dad Joel. Email me at darkbroski@gmail.com

-Dark Broski