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Subject: Storm Cellar – Part 3 Storm Cellar – Part 3 By Ferris ail This is fiction. If you would like to be notified when a new story or installment will be released, please email me with the name of the story. I welcome correspondence. _________________ The bike ride home was slow going for the grocery store kid. His ass felt sore and wet. His legs were too weak to peddle hard. His knit shorts, already wet from the storm, were being pushed by his bike’s seat up his crack, and he could feel them soaking up the strange man’s load he’d just taken. As the sky began to clear from the storm, his stomach ached like he’d just eaten a big meal but also like he was starving. Is this what he’d wanted? The first day he saw the dad at the grocery, he’d been caught looking. He was staring at the man, really. Six feet and three inches, broad, a scruffy face, big arms, bigger legs. The kid blushed and turned away only to see the man an hour later staring back at him while loading his own groceries in his car. The man winked, right? Yes, that was definitely a wink. Though, not playful wink. It seemed more like a dare. And dare the kid did. He dared stare again and again each time the man showed up at the store. Dared to talk to him longer than seemed normal. Dared to accept bigger tips than ankara eve gelen escort were appropriate. Dared to say yes when the man asked if he was looking at his package. Dared to share unnecessary details: “No, I don’t like girls… No, I’m older than that. I’m 16… Yes, I go to the high school… I live just on the other side of the pharmacy across the street… My mom and I live with her brother’s family… No, I don’t really talk to my dad…” And yes, dared to sneak out of the house and show up at the man’s cellar in a storm. He knew what he was in for. He’d played with his own hole, thinking of a firm cock gliding in. He knew he liked one finger. He knew two was a stretch. He’d seen the outline of the man’s massive cock, and he was well aware he’d be in for a challenge. He knew it would hurt. Not just because the man told him but because he could imagine how much more a massive cock would be than his small fingers. But now he thought he’d regretted it. He’d offered to give the man head. He knew how to do that more or less. But the man insisted while the boy loaded his groceries into the car that morning, “If you want to get together, I am going to use your ass. Your mouth and throat will do good to get me wet, but that’s not gaziantep escort what I want.” It’s not that the kid hadn’t wanted it, too. It’s just that he was worried about exactly what turned out to be the case: It was way more than he could handle. It hurt, and it still hurt incredibly on his ride home. He cried a little from both the pain and from a fact he couldn’t imagine — he was going to do it again. He wanted to do it again. He was going to go back there when the man said he could, and the kid was going to let him do whatever he wanted. He was going to have his screams muffled by the man’s hands. He was going to beg him to just let him suck his beautiful cock, be told no, and then reluctantly have his young tight hole used aggressively again. Was it his hole? His ass? The man kept calling it his pussy. Maybe that’s what it was to the man. His pussy. All for him. He was a hundred yards from home in the alley, but he didn’t want to ride any farther plus it would be quieter if he walked. His drying but still damp clothes smelled like the cellar. He hopped off his bike and started pushing it to the garage behind his house. He was going to climb back into the egress window and into his bed. He wanted to shower because he felt worn and dirty, but he knew ankara gerçek resimli escort it’d wake someone up. It was like his whole body — with just five feet and three inches and a hundred and fifteen pounds to work with — had somehow swallowed the whole man who’d been in him. He paused and closed his eyes. Every part he could remember was tainted with pain, and he wondered if that was how it would be every time. His cock rose in his shorts as he reached into the back of them, felt the slickness of his ass cheeks, and probed his hole. It was red hot, wet, and sore to the touch. He pulled his hand back out and smelt it, proud that he’d followed the man’s cleaning directions. So what if he liked it? He decided pain with that much pleasure was a fair bargain. Feeling more determined than he had the whole ride back to visit the man again, he hopped back up on his back to glide into his spot by the garage. Turning the corner and seeing through the gap between the fence posts, he caught a glimpse of his uncle sitting in the back yard on a chair, which stopped him dead in his tracks. Was he awake? Did he see him? The kid walked behind the garage, out of sight. He started wondering how he could get in without being noticed. Could he just wait until he went back in? Did his uncle see him? Was he the only one up? Did he know that the kid had left? Oh shit! Oh shit shit! “You know, man, you don’t have to in and out of my house. You’re free to come and go as you please,” his uncle said sarcastically from the back yard on the other side of the garage. The grocery store kid’s stomach sank.

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