Stock Boy Gets Stiffed During Delivery

DISCLAIMER: This fictional account is written for a friend who likes his “storytelling” a bit on the rough side.

He watched from behind a gauzy curtain as his prey pulled up in a non-descript vehicle … a hatchback that had seen many years of hard driving. The individual driving was more boy than man, possessing a bulky frame that needed a bit more sunshine as well as definition. But the man had spied the boy working at a local grocery and knew that he had to have him. The boy represented a hunger … a need that started in his groin and spread outward in waves of quivering desire.

The first few encounters with his target were easy to manipulate. The man shopped regularly until he learned that the boy usually worked mornings. Then he made sure to seek the boy out with questions and prepared small talk. And he made sure to sexually charge the conversations, like one time he asked if the boy had any experience with one brand of lubricant … another time he winked when buying a cucumber and saying “I’m just going to cook with it.” During these brief assignations, the man assessed the boy carefully … about 5’10”, a student at the local fine arts college, and apparently single. And each and every time they met, the man felt the boys linger a bit on his 45-year-old beefy frame and penetrating hazel eyes. And today he seized the young bull by the horns. The man located the boy … Jason … restocking produce. The boy looked alert and fetching, a light sheen of perspiration dusting his smooth forehead as he replaced aging tomatoes, carrots, and fruit with fresh foodstuffs.

“Hello, Jason, my young stud,” the man said as he lightly touched the young employee’s shoulder as he navigated his full cart to a stop.

“What’s up, Mr. Pratt? You’re earlier than usual today.” The man smiled a wolfish grin, inwardly happy that this young man knew his typical shopping schedule.

“Well, Jason … I’m actually in a bit of a quandary …:

“What’s the problem, sir?”

Mr. Pratt felt the jaws of his plan close like a delicate Venus flytrap. “Oh, dude,” he started with his most overwrought expression in place, “I just got a call on my cell and my sister needs me right now … but I have all these groceries in my cart and no time to check out.”

Jason’s helpful smile beamed brightly. “I can get you to the front of the checkout in no time. We can just …”

Mr. Pratt shook his head. “No, it is an emergency … I have to leave now … but I also need these groceries. Do you think if I gave you some money, you could check them out when you finish your shift and bring them by my place.”

Jason hesitated just a second before his good heart took over again. “Well, I am off in just another hour …”

“Oh, son … you would be so helping me out. Here’s plenty of cash and a card with my address. It’s only about 10 minutes from here. I can even pay you for your time I that helps …”

And like he expected, Jason’s flash of indignity covered any traces of the boy ever wondering why he had money and his address at the ready like he did. “Mr. Pratt, I could never take money from such a good customer.”

He shouldn’t have gone off script, but the man felt emboldened. “Just a good customer?” And his hazel eyes bore into the younger man like industrial lasers.

“Nahhhh,” Jason teased. “AND as a pretty cool guy too!”

Mr. Pratt smiled and then hurried to his car. At home he checked that his supplies were ready and began the anxious wait for Jason’s arrival. At about 10:15 a.m., the dilapidated vehicle pulled into his short driveway. The day was calm and nearly all of Mr. Pratt’s neighbors were away at their jobs.

The man watched the boy unload and stack two boxes of groceries from his car, his large forearms bristling with blondish hairs and thin blue veins. Every movement was a bit awkward, but the man’s cock swelled with what would be his in a few moments.

He greeted the boy in boxers and a tight t-shirt that hugged his beefy pecs and literally presented his thick armpits for sniffing. The man’s thick cock was clearly outlined by the tight satiny fabric. Jason was startled by Mr. Pratt’s appearance, but he pasted on a smile and entered into the residence. “Where do you want these, Mr. Pratt?”

“Kitchen table,” the man indicated, “right through there.” Jason followed the man’s gesture; once the boy’s back was turned Mr. Pratt slid the deadbolt closed.

Jason re-entered the living area, his cheeks slightly flushed. He took stock of Mr. Pratt’s high-end furnishings as well as some very provocative black-and-white photographs of nude men hanging from three of the four walls. A trickle of sweat having nothing to do with the heavy burden of groceries traveled down Jason’s spine.

“Nice place, Mr. Pratt … looks very comfortable.”

“Thank you, Jason,” the man replied from his position in a beautiful tufted chair. Before him was a pitcher of lemonade and two crisp-looking $10 bills. “Now I’m going to pay you for the trouble I caused you.”

Jason was tempted by the money, but he really had just wanted to help out this kind man. “No way, sir! Your house was just a tiny bit out of my way and …”

“Wally.”

“Huh?” The boy looked genuinely confused.

“My name is Wallace but my friends call me Wally.”

“Well, Wally,” the boy said a little stiffly,” it was no trouble.”

Wallace Pratt looked around his living room a bit absentmindedly for just a second or two. Then he indicated the nearby loveseat to the boy. “Can I at least offer you a class of lemonade before you get back on the road?”

“Sure,” Jason said as he took the proffered seat. The lemonade was tart with visible mint leaves but very refreshing. The man immediately started asking Jason about his taste in books and movies and one lemonade turned to two drinks which led to a third. About halfway through the third glass, Jason failed to stifle a yawn. His eyes felt a bit glassy and he felt warm. I definitely need a nap, he thought as his host continued to pepper him with questions. The strange but not unpleasant feeling continued to grow and Jason suggested that he should be going.

“I need to get home, Wally.” He fished his cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open. “Or maybe I should call my Mom to come pick me up.”

In a blur of motion, Wallace Pratt leaned forward and snatched Jason’s cell from him. He deposited the phone in the drawer of a side table and turned back to the boy with a smug look on his face. “Oh, my boy,” the man said. “That wouldn’t be a good idea. The drugs in your lemonade would make driving a very bad idea,”

“Drrrrruuugsss,” said Jason, his voice slurring slightly. He set the drink down as the muscles in his arms began to tremble.

“Oh, nothing dangerous … some strong sedatives mixed with a few recreationals I had from a party or two. I tested them on a few unsuspecting fellas last week.”

Jason’s vision blurred and then steadied and then blurred again. “Don’t worry about it son. I didn’t mess with those boys. I saved it all for you.” And with that, Jason’s world grew dark.

As the boy fought his way back toward the light, his senses went back on line. He sensed slivers of daylight but filtered through heavy shades. The air was very cool and stung his skin in a strange way. And he smelled odd scents, including something flowery mixed with old leather.

Jason opened his eyes and beheld a truly strange sight. He was lying on his back but he was suspended in some type of hammock or sling contraption. To either side his arms stretched above and out of sight. Instinctively he tried to lower his limbs but they were restrained. Jason lifted his head to look down the length of his body to discover that his legs were likewise secured into lined leather cuffs. He tried struggling but his entire form just swayed from the chains that supported him and suspended his bulky frame from the ceiling of the room.

“Awake, I see,” came a voice from his left. Mr. Pratt stood in an open doorway but it was a very different Mr. Pratt. The man looked the same but he had stripped down into nothing but a dirty, tattered jock strap. Through several holes Jason could glimpse tufts of dark pubic hair and the contours of two enormous balls. The man was more solidly built then Jason imagined. He had good sized pecs with rings of hair around medium-sized pierced nipples. Abundant body hair trailed along his thighs and stomach, disappearing into the pouch of his jock. Overall, the man was buff and burly. Jason’s heartbeat raced as he continued to struggle in vain.

“What the fuck have you done, you asshole? Why have you tied me up?”

Mr. Pratt’s smile now looked feral and Jason noticed that the man was carrying a large bowl. “I’ve restrained you, son … for your own good. I need to finish preparing the contrast.”

“What the fuck is a contrast?” Jason bellowed. “What kind of sick fuck are you anyway?”

Jason was still trying to make sense of his surroundings as Mr. Pratt placed the bowl on a nearly table and sat himself in a wheeled office chair. He rolled closer, his eyes scanning Jason’s body … his naked body!!

“What the fuck!!” the boy exclaimed, noticing for the first time that all his clothing had been removed and that his chest, stomach, arms, and pits had been shaved smooth. He inhaled deeply and was rewarded with the smell of fear mixed with sweat and menthol. The smell of his own ripeness made the boy’s nuts ache slightly.

“As you can see, Jason,” the man explained, “I am a darker, more mature, hairy man. I enjoy my conquests being the opposite. I was smitten with you the very first time I laid eyes on you.” As he talked, Mr. Pratt opened a fresh pack of disposable razors. Deftly, he squirted some shaving foam from a plastic tube into his hands. He worked it into a frothy lather. Then, looking directly into the boy’s eyes, he applied a healthy coating of white foam to Jason’s groin and upper thighs.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” the boy moaned, unable to stop the sound he made as his body felt such extreme pleasure.

“So you like this … I guessed as much.” The man smeared some crème on Jason’s thickening cock.

“You don’t know anything about me, you pervert,” the boy said as he spat each word. “I’m scared and confused. But if you let me go right now, I won’t tell anyone. Just stay away from me and the store and I won’t give you any trouble. I promise.”

Mr. Pratt laughed from deep in his throat. “Jason, I do want promises from you … but soon you’ll be promising to return to me every day for more of my teachings.”

Fantasy Series: Exposé One

(NOTE: Unlike my other posts, this is a purely fabricated sexcapade based on a fun online conversation with a Facebook friend from Berlin. Hope you enjoy it!)

It’s a beautiful early spring day … perfect for a wedding … but everyone involved in the festivities seems so tenses. Well, everyone except me. The wedding took a lot of planning, mostly because the woman my brother is marrying is kind of a bitch. Very fussy and stuck up, in fact. And EVERYTHING associated with this shindig had to be the best … thank God it’s her folks who are stuck with the tab.

Anyway, I’m standing in my chocolate brown satin tuxedo … GAG! … in a small wing of the biggest Catholic church in our small college town. The pews are filled to capacity and some soft instrumental music is lulling family and guests into a stupor while we await the cues to enter the main body of the church … easily a half hour away.

Standing with me in matching Hershey bar colored monkey suits are my brother Brian, the groom; my other brother Matt; my oldest nephew Billy; Billy’s best friend Kyle, a handsome boy with curly black hair and blazing blue eyes who goes pretty much everywhere my nephew does; and Sven, an extremely handsome man from Berlin who has known Brian for years and who has the honor of being best man. I just met Sven last night at the rehearsal dinner. He’s very friendly and articulate and has the most intense eyes I have ever seen. But in the back of my brain I don’t want to like him because I always figured when my brother finally took the plunge, I would be his best man. We’ve been extremely close our entire lives and I, to be perfectly frank, I was shocked when I wasn’t selected.

“Where the hell is Father Andrew?” Brian said rather loudly.

“Church,” I chided, indicating the walls around us.

“He was supposed to be giving me some last minute instructions.”

I figured Sven, as best man, would take charge and gallop off to save the day. But he just stood there with a crisp and sexy smile on his face, adjusting the cuffs on his jacket sleeves. I caught his attention and jerked my head to the side, hoping he would grab the clue. His grin just beamed even brighter.

“Fine,” I muttered. “I’ll go find your man of the cloth.” Sven took a quick step forward and quietly said “I will accompany you” in only slightly-accented English. I shrugged my shoulders as if his presence was unnecessary, but his closeness definitely raised my blood pressure. And I was sure I could smell a masculine sweat or musk just beneath his subtle woodsy cologne. Well, my dick could certainly smell it.

Sven and I passed a few latecomers as we glanced around for the priest. We had crossed the width of the lobby without any sign of the man. We were just about to retrace our steps when I hurt a rather high-pitched keening noise from behind a small door. As I moved closer to the battered doorframe, the sound changed into soft grunting. I looked over my shoulder and Sven was right there. Apparently he too could hear the noises. With a wink, he pointed toward the latch.

Very carefully I tried the door … it was unlocked. As quietly as I could I pushed the door open and stepped through with Sven staying as close as my shadow. The room was dimly lit by natural light filtering through a pair of frosted windows set high in the outer wall. It appeared to be a changing room of some type with vestments of various sizes hanging from hooks. Dust could be seen suspended in the feeble light and the original wood floors were worn smooth in spots. As I scanned the room, I noticed movement behind a pile of crates. Sven and I inched closer until we could peer around the containers. Braced in the corner of the plastered walls with his eyes closed tightly was the priest we were looking for. He had shed most of his garments and his cassock was flung over his left shoulder. He had a shaved head and a thick but pleasing body. His chest, arms, and thighs appeared to be covered with a thatch of salt-and-pepper fur. I was anxious to get a look at what kind of meat the priest was swinging, but at that moment his cock was buried down the throat of an altar boy who was kneeling between the priest’s splayed legs. All I could see was a bobbing head of ash blond hair on a lad of about 16. His skin was flawless and his shoulders and back flexed as he worked his magic on Father Andrew.

“Good God,” I whispered, grinning a bit as I considered my surroundings. My voice was loud enough to catch the attention of the priest. His eyes shot open and his hands … entwined in the altar boy’s lustrous hair … tried to push the teenager away. The altar boy didn’t budge and the priest’s face was a mixture of ungodly embarrassment and total bliss.

“Um … I … you shouldn’t be …”

“No,” I stated. “YOU shouldn’t be. At least I don’t think you’re allowed to be doing … well, him.” And I pointed to the kneeling, sucking youth in the room.

The priest’s eyes showed fear. “I thought I locked the door.”

“Oh, and that makes everything all right. There’s a wedding going on. A WEDDING! My BROTHER’S wedding!!”

I was about to say more when Sven laid his hand on my shoulder and moved me over a bit. “Aaron, my friend,” he said in his deep, sexy voice. “Sometimes we can’t help how we feel … we can’t fight our urges.” And with that Sven moved forward and began to fondle one of the priest’s nipples. When his hand made contact with fur and pec, the priest hissed in a gulp of breath.

Sven continued to explore the chest and belly of the priest, as well as place his other hand on the altar boy’s shoulder. As he did so, I noticed that Sven’s hand was quite hairy itself, as was the bit of wrist that extended from his tux jacket. I also noticed he had a huge bulge in his fairly-tight trousers.

My mouth was dry as a bone … hahaha!! … and quieted by the severity of the situation. Sven eyed my like a lazy cat as he lifted one of the alter boy’s arms and placed the young man’s hand on his swelling crotch. “My friend, maybe WE should avoid the Father’s mistake and lock the door before we are ALL embarrassed further.” My mouth opened and closed several times before I started to turn to secure the room’s entrance. Before I had turned more than a few inches, I heard the lock engage. I wheeled around to gaze around the barrier of crates and saw my nephew and his friend standing there with eyes as big as saucers and impressive looking packages of their own.

“Sounds like someone is having a party,” the young man named Kyle said. He and my nephew both grinned like wolves. “Can we see?”

“Guys, I think you better get out of here. This situation is kinda, well … hairy!!”

“Cool,” cooed Kyle.

My nephew Billy looked directly into my eyes. “It’s OK, Uncle Aaron … Kyle and I aren’t little boys. We’re pretty open-minded.”

“REAL open minded,” Kyle giggled as he leaned in and planted a deep kiss on my nephew’s open mouth. The two young men groped each other lewdly as their kiss grew in intensity.

What the fuck is happening?, my mind screamed. Am I having some kind of waking dream? Or is it a simple aneurism coming to teach me a lesson?

In a matter of seconds Billy, Kyle, Sven, and I were standing side by side watching the priest getting what looked like extraordinary head. The altar boy pulled back for a moment and looked up at our group. He had the cutest freckles and his lips were red from his efforts. Drool dripped from his open mouth and his eyes sparkled with mischief and desire. This little fucker is no victim, I thought to myself. He may have started this whole thing.

But my brain screeched to a halt when took in the magnificent cock dangling from Father Andrew. It was at least nine inches long and about six inches around. The head was a huge, smooth, mushroom-shaped knob, while the shaft was textured with heavy veins that snaked along its length. The priest’s balls were plump and drawn up against the base of his member. And all of the equipment was covered in a dense forest of dark pubes shot through with touches of silver. My jaws started to ache … sympathy pains for the altar boy who was throating this python of a dick.

I looked over to my right at Sven beside me. His hands had returned to his own body and they were stroking his cock through his pants. He had shed his jacket and vest; his white shirt lay open revealing a massive chest covered in dark, curly hair. One brownish nipple was pierced. And although he was facing the action, I could see his eyes dart my way to gauge my reactions to the priest’s stupendous dong. I may fucking faint, I thought.

A sudden noise to my left drew my attention in that direction. So swiftly I thought they might hurt themselves, my nephew and his buddy had dropped down on either side of the altar boy. While the blond kid took a much-needed rest, Billy and Kyle dived onto the priest’s meat. They tag-teamed his shaft, running their lips along its length like it had interrupted another of their kisses. These boys definitely knew their way around a dick!!

“It seems like we are the only ones missing the fun,” Sven said, shaking me back to reality. He was looking directly at me, his eyes full of lust. Slowly, the buff German leaned into me and placed a gentle kiss on my rough lips. His tongue slithered into my welcoming mouth and our mouths wrestled over each other. Sven’s strong arms worked smoothly as he helped me out of my jacket, vest and shirt. At the same time I slipped the pleated shirt over and off of Sven’s meaty shoulders.

We broke the kiss to admire each other; a whistle of appreciation escaped my lips. To say Sven was gorgeous was an understatement. The man was fit and covered mostly in dark hair. My hands were trembling as I reached up to stroke his furry chest. Sven mirrored my motions, running the flats of his hands across my smooth, less-developed pecs. “I like what I see,” Sven said, pinching both my nipples until I squealed.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I replied. “I never get together with guys as hot as you. Must be the moon … or just my lucky day.”

“How you say, bull’s shit! We both be getting lucky.”

I almost laughed a little at his odd use of English, but nothing seemed funny when Sven’s right hand descended and started working my stiff dick through the fabric of my suit pants. I leaned into his strong fingers, whimpering softly as he worked my firmness. “Fuck, dude … I had no idea you even liked men.”

“Your brother not know this about me, but I have always loved men. He has mentioned you often … shown me a few photos. I have been wanting for this chance for years.”

Sven released my throbbing pecker and began opening my trousers. He quickly pulled the waistband of my boxer briefs down so it fit snuggly under my hairless nuts. My cock is just a smidge over seven inches long … on the thin side and uncut. I hoped my hardness would impress the visiting German family friend, so I was totally unprepared for the chuckles that escaped his throat.

I started to cover myself. “Glad you think I’m so funny,” I said sarcastically. “I was really hoping you and I could …”

“Stop … I was not laughing at you. It was your cock ring.” His glance dropped to the silver metal cock ring that encircled my junk. I don’t know why I decided to wear it on my brother’s wedding day. I guess maybe I just wanted to feel a little special myself.

I was about to ask Sven why my “accessory” made him laugh when he peeled his own pants down … he wasn’t wearing any underwear … to display an identical cock ring. But where my dick was “OK,” Sven was sporting a formidable log. His cock had to be close to eight inches and unusually thick. His cock had a nice chunk of foreskin and, like the rest of his body, it was trimmed in thick tufts of dark fur. I felt AND heard a growl issue from deep inside me. I gotta get that cock in me, I mused.

Sven must have sensed how horny and willing I was. Gently pushing on my shoulders, he shoved my stocky frame to a kneeling position and then guided my head to his cock. My tongue darted out to taste his thickly-veined skin. I was rewarded with hints of salt and tangy sweat. Chemicals in my brain shot straight to my dick and I began lapping at his tool like a puppy with a chew toy.

Beefy hands stroked my hair as I opened wide to take just the knob of Sven’s monster into my mouth. For a moment I held perfectly still, allowing the German’s cock to throb and moisten my mouth with his sweet pre-cum. I looked up at Sven’s face. His was tiled slightly to the side, his face displaying his growing pleasure. After a bit, he shook off the sensations and placed one strong hand behind my head, slowly pulling me forward. More and more luscious dick worked its way into my throat. I gagged a little, but I wanted that prick to go as deep as it possibly could.

While I sucked and constricted my throat, I worked Sven’s pants down to his ankles. He danced around but finally managed to shed his shoes and step out of his slacks. I continued to bob rapidly on his massive cock as my hands rubbed up and down his hairy thighs. I even reached up to cup his hairy ass. Every time I dared to run my fingers through his forest of an ass crack, Sven would moan and tremble. And with each quiver, I was rewarded with a squirt of fresh pre-cum. It was like a sexy recreation of Pavlov’s experiment and Sven was my hairy, sweaty dog.

After maybe another five minutes of torturing his stick, I broke away to suck in a few deep breaths. Sven’s cock stood proud, shiny with my spit. As I inhaled deeply, I looked around to gauge what else was happening. My nephew and his friend had divided their forces. Kyle was no longer content with licking the priest’s “lollipop.” He had half the father’s thick dong shoved in his greedy mouth. I absently stroked my cock as I watched the gleaming black curls on Kyle’s head move back and forth in the room’s weak light. The priest’s mouth was open in a soundless cry of ecstasy.

Behind the priest another show was taking place. I was shocked and incredibly turned on to see just the top of my nephew Billy’s head as he plied his tongue to the priest’s no-doubt hairy asshole. My cock dripped as I realized that my nephew was just as big a cockhound as me … and that today’s events were going to change our relationship forever. Off to the right of the trio, sitting on a drop cloth, the young blond altar boy sat dazed stroking his slender, pale prick.

I was about to retrieve my phone to check the time when two strong arms hoisted me to my feet. Face to face, Sven mashed his lips against mine for a powerful kiss. He worked my mouth violently, tasting his own cock on my puffy lips. As we smooched, Sven helped me shuck my shoes and pants and briefs. Soon we were both standing in nothing more than matching socks and cock rings.

The kissing continued while Sven and I stepped over to the pile of storage bins. The German broke our liplock and roughly pushed one small crate to the side, creating a ledge of sorts. With a sexy wink, he bent me at the waist while pushing me forward. As I rested on my forearms, Sven crouched and aggressively pulled my ass cheeks apart. I heard and felt three wads of spit coat my pink hole. Soon the edge of one of Sven’s hand was sawing up and down my ass crack. More spit was spewed into my crevice. My legs trembled from the awesome feelings traveling through my body. The sensations only grew as Sven worked first one and then two thick fingers into my anus. He twisted his hand rapidly, drilling into me. I spread my legs wider, allowing him full access to my hungry rump.

After he had sufficiently worked me open, I sensed the motion of him standing and placing the knob of his dick at the entrance to my asshole. Leaning forward, he placed his mouth at my ear and whispered, “now, my friend, I mark you as mine.”

It was brutal. Sven drove his meat into me in one hard thrust. I screamed louder than I wanted to, very glad that the church was filled with music. He withdrew his cock completely and battered his way back inside. I was sweating and pushing our, trying to keep my chute open and relaxed. With each mighty thrust, the beautiful German let out a grunt. Soon the room was filled with the sound of Sven’s balls smacking against me as he plowed my butt. And every time he thrust and grunted, I let out a soft moan and contracted my anal muscles, trying to trap his hot missile inside me.

I turned my head to watch him. Sven was also coated in sweat, but the hair on his chest and tummy sparkled. He looked like a Teutonic god, dolling out punishment to a misbehaving subject. My whole body shook as he pounded into me. I briefly looked past him to behold a sight I never would have imagined. Billy and Kyle had found a small, sturdy table. Kyle was on his back; Father Andrew had straddled Kyle while facing him. And Billy was part of the scene too. He was positioned behind the priest and between Kyle’s spread legs. I couldn’t actually see the “mechanics” of the act, but from the look on the father’s face I knew that Billy’s cock was snuggled in his ass too alongside his best friend’s member. The priest’s body was magnificent as he pistoned up and down on two young cocks. His gray tufts of body hair looked damp and delicious. Just watching them made my ass tighten around Sven’s cock like a vise. With a roar, the best man gave me a tremendous shove forward and I could feel his load of cum flooding my ass. I counted five huge bursts. Sven came so much that his jizz began leaking from my hole and coating my swollen balls.

I was panting from the exertion. Sven pulled his cum-covered cock from my ass. He playfully wiped his splooge around my ass and plunged his prick back into my battered gash. I yelped each time he entered me. On the third or fourth such thrust, Sven stayed inside me and I felt a new and bizarre sensation. My colon seemed to radiate a new heat and I heard a soft sound like dripping water. In a raspy voice, Sven uttered a cryptic phrase, “sweat, piss, and cum … the Holy Trinity.” That fucker was pissing in my ass and I was LOVING it.

When he was finished, Sven backed away and found a pile of old rags. He began wiping the accumulation of piss and spent cum from his dick. I was still standing with my ass spread and dripping a variety of fluids. My cock was still thick with an unborn orgasm. As I continued to breath rapidly, I wondered if I should jerk off or just get dressed and hope that I could take my frustration out on Sven’s hairy ass at the wedding reception.

I had just started to rise, pushing myself upward with my arms, when a hand suddenly appeared in the middle of my back to hold me in place. I was thinking that maybe Sven had more mischief in mind, but I was going to have to tell him we didn’t have the time. I turned my head and my eyes swelled to the size of dinner plates. Crouched between my legs and spread butt cheeks was my nephew. I literally screamed when his tongue darted out to lick my battered hole. What the hell?, I thought. We are all sooooo going to hell anyway!!

HEADLINE: Fantasy Series-Exposé One