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Mike Barnes was not a happy man at the moment. His teenage daughter Amy had already brought enough headaches to the family by having a baby (which she had kept secret from the family for most of her pregnancy), but now the baby's father was living with them. He was a delinquent named Ste. As if knocking up Mike's daughter wasn't bad enough, Ste had also gotten into a bad car crash with Amy, putting her in the hospital. Mike couldn't believe his daughter wanted anything to do with this slime, but the fact that he was now living in the Barnes family home, eating their food, spending their money, just made Mike even more furious. To make matters even worse, Mike's wife and Amy's mother had serious mental problems. Mike was so frustrated and angry all the time, he knew if Ste even looked at him the wrong way, he might explode.
That was exactly what happened one day. Ste was ironing and Mike nearly tripped over the cord.
"Watch it, you bloody Vulcan!"
To Mike, Ste's sculpted cheekbones and short reddish brown hair made him like a Vulcan from that sci-fi TV show Mike used to watch when he had free time.
"I was just trying to do you a favor," Ste said weakly as he sat the iron on Mike's white button-down shirt. "I thought I'd iron your stuff for you."
Ste always put on the good boy act with Mike, and it annoyed Mike more each passing second. Mike knew Ste was just a punk, and he would rather Ste be honest about it.
"If you wanna do me a favor, then LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE!!!"
Ste's placid smile began to crumble at Mike's harsh attack.
"I'm just trying to turn my life around. Give me a chance."
He turned his back and muttered, "Not like you have much choice in the matter."
Mike heard every word, but he was more distracted by the big black mark on the ironing board.
"That's my shirt. You RUINED my last good shirt!!!"
Before Ste could react, Mike had grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. Both men breathed heavily as Mike panted so hard, glared so fiercely, he nearly burst a blood vessel. He was so angry, so furious...
He wasn't sure exactly why he kissed Ste. Maybe because he hadn't had a shag in months and months and this was the closest he'd gotten to one. Maybe because Ste's rebel-turned-good-boy routine was not just effective on Amy. Maybe because Mike had always secretly fancied men as much as women, but gave that side of himself up after college because he wanted to be a responsible husband and father.
For whatever reason, Mike kissed Ste. Ste was too shocked to do much of anything, but Mike's body against his felt good. Ste had to be so careful with Amy, but Mike was like him, all man.
Before things could go any further, Mike suddenly realized what he was doing. He stepped away.
"I'm so sorry. I just...let's forget what happened. Let's.."
Ste lunged forward. He was also horny, and most importantly, he sensed an opportunity to stop Amy's dad from always looking down on him. Now he would have something to hold over the old man's head.
Not that Mike was an old man. As Ste pulled Mike's shirt over his head, he saw a surprisingly fit chest and arms, his pectorals covered in a light coating of brown hair. Mike had shaved off his silly mullet during the time Ste was away, and now looked much more virile. Ste had had his share of experiences while he was locked up, and now he was going to share them with his possible future dad-in-law.
Mike tried to resist, but Ste's kisses and bites and tender touches left him too vulnerable. No one had touched him in so long, and Ste was sweet, really. He knew what he was doing. Ste grinned at him innocently as he kissed down Mike's body, stopping to pay special attention to his navel and treasure trail.
When Ste popped open Mike's button fly jeans, Mike could only let out a silent cry. He felt Ste's mouth against his boxers, tracing a tongue line down Mike's hard 6 inches. In no time at all, his shorts were around his ankles and his hard cock was in Ste's hot mouth.
"Oh God...what am I doing...suck me...suck me dry..."
Ste had also kicked off his jeans, shoes, and socks, now clad only in a white T-shirt. He ripped the shirt off his body, handing it to Mike, who sniffed the torn garment. Ste wasn't surprised that Mike the laundrette owner would have such a fetish. He handed his white briefs to Mike, and Mike took a long whiff from them.
Mike was close to his orgasm. A long finger trailing down his virgin hole was all he needed. His tired eyes widened a bit as he saw his cream sliding down Ste's cheek. Ste looked like a little devil, the way he grinned at Mike. So dirty, and so knowing. Like Mike had just sold Ste his soul.
Ste stood up and grabbed Mike for a kiss. A tender kiss, sharing Mike's own load, guiding with his tongue so Mike could taste himself. Mike was entranced by the kiss. He barely noticed when Ste guided his head further and further down Ste's body, until finally he was at Ste's 7 inches, hard, rock hard, ready for attention.
"C'mon Dad...might as well see why Amy likes it so much."
Mike shuddered at Ste's dirty comments. He wasn't sure what he was doing, or even how to do this. His wife had certainly never gone near him orally. Tentatively, he stuck out his tongue, tasting the pre-cum droplets from the thick head, while one hand cupped Ste's low-hanging, lightly haired balls, and the other jerked at Ste's shaft. He finally sucked the head into his mouth, sliding a tooth into the leaking piss slit. Ste cried out in an Irish curse, filling Mike's virgin mouth with cum. Mike tried to get away, but Ste held him tight, ignoring the gagging sound. Soon Mike swallowed every drop.
On shaky knees, he stood up, with Ste's help. He couldn't look Ste in the eye. Ste looked at his shirt, torn to ruins. Then he looked at Mike's fancy shirt, the one he'd accidentally burned.
"Guess we're even now, huh Dad?"
He let out a chuckle far beyond his years. Mike shuddered again as he felt the hand running down his naked back and firm buttocks. He knew this wouldn't be the last time. And he knew that was exactly what he wanted.
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Spike had a present for Jake. Just for Jake. Jake hadn't been coming around to the Dog much lately, probably because he couldn't face Spike. Too bad, because Spike loved seeing Jake squirm. Or cum. Preferably both.
Spike was on his way to the Dog toilet when he ran into Darren. Literally. Darren was in his usual pink shirt and tight blue jeans, his short hair gelled and styled in the perfect fake casual look. He was the gayest straight man Spike had ever seen.
Spike tried to grap the plain brown envelope before Darren could see what was inside, but he failed. Darren grinned like a kid at Christmas.
"For me?"
Spike was about to say no, until his words were cut off by a big hand on his crotch.
"How'd you know?"
Darren pulled Spike into the bathroom, and kissed him deeply. He pulled the present out of the bag. It was a small, vibrating dildo. Before Spike could say much of anything, Darren pulled down his pants and pulled up his shirt, bending over the sink to give Spike a great view of his creamy smooth, muscular arse.
"C'mon then...stick it in. I need a good ploughing before happy hour."
Spike was about to comply, when the door opened and a new arrival looked on in shock. He sighed. Why did this always seem to happen to him?