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Housesitter: All Boys Has Secrets. Chapter 3.
Fum last time: "Yessssss!" he whispered to himself. The key slipped in, turned and clicked the door of a cabinet which was in an obscure spot, also in the open but behind and almost at floor level behind the desk.
There was a spate of straight porn videos, or at least covers showing that. Girly mags, even some near-porn calendars showing cunt and butt shots. There was a leather case about 18" long on the bottom shelf that was more like an oversized shoebox shape. Not expecting much, Rob opened it and caught his breath. It was buried treasure!
There was fucking dildos of all sizes and colors....tit clamps, cock rings, something that looked like a spreader, several very thin dildo like things, made out of the same stuff, but much slimmer....pipe cleaner thick. There were handcuffs, whips that looked like riding crops but had 2" leather 'tongues' at the ends. There were collars like a dog wears and butt plugs of several sizes. And then there were several dvds. Some of them were professionally packaged. Others were just in their own paper sleeves with numbers on them. He took out all the numbered ones and one of the professional dvds.
Robbie knew he'd be using this stuff later. For the moment, as exciting as it was, he was more wanting to get back to Cort's room.
He'd been at the house now about 3 hours....with easily 45 hours more to go.
If truth be told, he was so happy with himself, that if he had to leave now he'd done more than he'd have dared to wish for.
He went into the kitchen and nuked some stuff he found in the freezer, and took the plate to Cort's room....with the dvd's.
He put the professional one in the player and took the remote, dived onto the bed and hit the remote.
He came shooting up to sitting! It was Cort's dad! It had to be years....and years old!!!! He was.....NAKED! With the cock of a fuckin' horse! Ohmigoddd! Robbie blinked his eyes...but the handsome dad was still there....eating out the cunt in the scene now. He set the remote to zoom so he could examine a live cunt up close. The dad's tongue was literally washing the whore's ditch clean....petal by petal. Ohhhh the way the skins just slipped off his tongue...yowwwwwwww!!! He watched the young handsome big-dicked Cort's daddy sink his masher right through that moosh of gooey, spitsloppy flesh and the girl yelled for more and more of the huge prick...it had to be more than 8 inches and soooo fucking thick!!!!
He switched back to normal view and the dude was pounding the living shit out that bitch and she was beating his shoulders and screaming for more when another young guy with his cock swinging side-to-side came up behind the cunt's head and sat over her face! Robbie started to pull his wick now....he watched the girl's tongue slip up into the guy's crack...behind his balls....goddddd....and then oh mygod! Then, Cort's young guy dad, literally inhaled the dude's cock! He sucked that slab into his mouth and they fucked and blowed and licked ass until the three of them shot off quarts in mouth and cunt.
Cort's dad blowed a guy! Fucked a bitch...while he BLOWED a guy!!! Cort couldn't know this.
Rob fast-forwarded the disc and there were more scenes like the first, with and without Cort's dad....the last one he slowed to normal speed and sucked on Corky's cumrag while palming his prick slowly, as Cort's prob'ly early 20's father 69'd with another hot looking guy. First they sucked dicks...then balls and then buried their faces up each other's ass and sucked out their holes till they were both gasping for breath before the other guy flipped Cort's dad over on his back and banged his ass to glory. Sheeeeeitttt!!!! When the guy screamed his nut, and soon pulled out a creamy covered prick...while the cum oozed out Cort's dad's asshole....the guy knee-straddled the dad's face and got his fuckrammer sucked clean!!!
Cort's dad was a fuckin' cocksucker....and a PRO!!!!
Robbie was jacking like crazy and lost his nut in a fit of fevered lust and yowled, "Corky's dad eats cock! He fuckin' EATS COCKKKKKKK!" That made five cums for Robbie in under 4 hours...but who's counting?
You right....YOU BETCHA.........WE countin'.
He lay there his hand being cum-pasted to his prick while watching the scenes continue to flash across the screen. He'd actually never seen a real porn vid to then.....he'd been able to see loads of stuff still and video on the computer...but somehow...laying in bed, watching it on TV.....and with somebody he actually knew in it....made it fucking come to life! He got goosebumps and shivered....his cock stayed hard as steel. He absently licked his cum off his hand and just lay there....absorbing it all in the aroma of teen sex and jackjelly.
He scoffed up some of the food he'd micro'd earlier and put up the plate as he got up to put in the first of the numbered dvds.
It was amazing! The scene opened with Cort's dad, I might as well give his name....Tyler, seemingly being shoved ahead into a sparcely furnished room, alone, whereupon he stumbled to the center of the shot and then was surrounded by seven other dudes.
All players looked to be about the same age...late teen to early 20's. Actually they looked like preppy kids or frat boys, but clearly, Tyler was their captive in the scene. Then after several of the seven leaned in and whispered in Tyler's ear...he hollered out: "I LOVE COCK SIR! I SUCK AND EAT COCK SIR! IYAM A COCKSUCKER SIR! IYAM A PUSSY FOR ALL COCK!" tears ran from his eyes as he ended the screaming declarations.
"Show us how you display yur wares, cuntboi!" one of the seven barked.
Quickly, and without any hesitation, Tyler stripped naked to his swinging dick and bare balls. The seven others stood in view of the camera shot, in a semicircle. Tyler, at the first finger snap, rushed to suck his first cock of the video. His feeder pushed him to his knees and bent his head and chest back as he drove his hard prick obviously across the palate of Tyler's mouth with his balls hanging on the kid's chin. In short order, a finger snap from any of the others could be heard and Tyler would lurch off the current prong and knee-hustle-waddle to the next facecocker.
There were chants constantly from the seven feeders, " Eat dick! Cock his face! Pull yur own pud, faggot! Look at me when you eat!" and on and on. He was gagging...spit-drooling, and making those shlikky sounds of tongue and lips and spit and prefuck sauce.
Then they put him on a spinning round board that functioned like a lazy susan table server. They tied his wrists to his ankles like a fucking turkey in the oven, and showed his young twat to the camera with cheeks pulled apart and winking puckerhole....and then spun him...each time they let him spin long enough to get him just a bit woozy, and when he stopped it was like a 'spin the faggot game'. The dude Tyler's hole faced, got to bang his ass. The guy his head aimed at got his dick sucked.
The rest is an over and over bang-around that Tyler provided for these 'gay-bashers'. It was rough and relentless. Cock in his mouth and up his ass, and sloshing droozed cum streaming from both his face and asshole....All seven guys had a piece of Tyler more than once and while all didn't cum a second time in his ass, they all got at least their second load in his mouth.
The final scene showed him cowering in the center of the room, naked....alone....though untied, his feet were still up above him and his hands were wrapped under the back of his knees. His body was a mess of sweat...his and his fuckers'. The shiny slick of recent cumshot shone under the dim light over his body. His short light brown hair was crusted in fuck jam.
He had licked and sucked seven buttholes and pairs of nuts. He'd taken cum on him or in him more than twenty times....Robbie counted. And, he fucked 14 times total for the young bashers....one guy plowed him three times.
There, in the center of the room, in an upfacing fetal ball, he called to the empty room, "Please....please sirs...I'll suck more...I'll fuck....I do anything....please don't leave me. I need it....cock....more cock....soooooooobaddddddddddddd!!!!" the scene faded to black.
Robbie could not see that last scene with his legs above him held under his knees like Tyler in the dvd, with his cock pulled back between his thighs from behind and his eyes tightly shut as he screeled in the joy and strain......"Eeeeeeerrrrrnnnnnngggcchhh! Uh! Uh! Mmmm! Sogood! Ohgod...sooogood!" Robbie's sixth load of his stayover at Corky's house.....and he dozed off to dream of cock, cum and cuntboys.
Housesitter. Chapter 3.
Robbie woke in a frenzy...again forgetting where was, he jerked up to sitting in the strange bed....then remembered the joy he'd been having housesitting Corky's house.
Man...his snooze cost him some serious sex-ploration time...he figured about 2 hours....that dropped him to about 42 hours of the weekend left before the family was back and Robbie's dream adventure would be over.
The TV was still on with the blue screen...and thennnnnnn he remembered Corky's dad in that video. "Holeeeeeeeee shitttt! Yehhhh!" his mind was all up to speed again.
Cork's dad was some kind of closet cock freak, and Robby was going to nail that all down somehow for his own jackoff fantasies when he was home in the confines of his own room, in his bed, under the covers with his best friend....his own trusty dick!
He had spread an array of all Jory's dirty clothes from where he had them on the floor, to the kid's bed in his room, and had done the same with Corky's stuff in the older brother's room.
He was actually sprawled on top of Corky's dirty underwears, shirts and socks on the dudeboi's bed. In a spread legged sort of sitting squat with his feet bottoms pressed together, he took a pair of Cork's boxers and reinvigorated his every senses by holding the crotch....right where the kid's nuts hung....and took a deep mouth and nose sucking snifffffff!!!! "Whooooooooooo!" he breathed hot and hard into them and the heat of his breath renewed the funk of the Corky's balls that had nestled right there not so many hours ago.
With the flyhole at his lips now, he fell back onto the pillow where he had wrapped the waist bands of several more boxers to its corners. He nudgeled his head and face up and around to each pillow corner and smiffled and tongued at the fly, cock and ballsack spots of each. The kid was swooning...dizzy...almost delirious. The scents were taking him to that place he always dreamed he could be.....in a pretty boy's pants!!!!
At the pace he was going what with every 'smell of boy' crazing him, and numbing his mind, he would never bust the secrets of the whole house.
He decided to write out a plan. He noted that he should right away use the video machine downstairs in the family 'screening' room (Wow! imagine a screening room in your house! Whewwww!)
Anyways, he didn't want to waste time watching Corky's dad and whatever else was on those vids when he could just copy them and watch them home at his leisure with trusty purple-headed boner at the ready. Hmmmm...he scribbled he'd need to get replacements for the blank dvds he was going to record on. 'Tomorrow morning' he said to himself. He'd have to buy them, 'cause the ones his own folks had home were cheapies...this stuff here was top of the line technocrap. "Shit!" he said out loud....thinking of the waste of money....but, those vids would be worth it fer sure.
Then he just wrote, 'Jory's room'...then 'Corky's room'...and finally the ''rent's room'.... meaning there was still more in both to enjoy and consume in each.
He'd already sucked, licked, slobbered up and swallowed the dregs of Jory's afterschool beatoff from the kid's cum rag, but the joy of it was that even drying from Robbie's spit and its own moistness, it still had the most intense scent of all the 'left overs'. He decided to preserve that and ran all the way downstairs and back returning with a plastic wrap to enclose the boy-scented cum rag for the duration of his stay. He liked what he learned from Corky's 'storing' his cum rag in that zip-bag. It also told Robbie that Cork liked to have his own scent fresh the next time he rubbed one off....even it was a bit sticky and slimy.
Where to go now? What to do first?
He couldn't decide, except he knew he had to get those tapes and cds from the mystery box copied. He gathered everything up from the TV stand and ejected the vid he had watched before his nap. Curling them under against his side like kids carry school books, he barefooted out to the hall and down to the screening room getting a kick at the 'Slap' 'Slap' his dick made flopping side-to-side against his thighs. He loved being balls naked in this strange house...and he loved his dick!
It wasn't long before he had the first vid in the machine with the copying tape and the huge TV on to verify the 'copy' function was working. Mannnn, he really couldn't diddle around with all he had to snarf and search but he sure got to rubber legging, knee buckling and otherwise butthole diddling and peter pumping when that first vid began to play. He smiled at himself for choosing one that he hadn't watched yet so he could get the thrill of watching at least a piece of something different.
Turns out, it was one of the professional production tapes...."Corky the Cockhound". Even though these tapes were years old, Robbie's heart jumped into his throat at the title, and he half expected to see his teen buddy snorfin' dick as the video began to play.
Of course, it was probably done before Corky was even born, sooooo...who is 'Corky' in the video???
'Ahhhhhhh! Robby hoarsewhispers to the whole wide room....and then whistles....he got it! 'Corky' was the name given to Cort's dad as a sort of 'nom de porn'. The ha! ha! funny in this, is that the dad gave that same name to his son as a nickname!
Devilish Robby started looking around the room as if he'd see the image he had humping in his head....sex play with Corky.....annnnnnnnnd Daddddddddddy!!!! Robby's dick was hard as a rock with that image. He stood there staring at Corky's dad taking another dude's shorts down in a locker room and sniff-licking at the dude's sweat sopped and dirty fucking jock pouch. The closeup showed Cork's dad's eyes swirl and then close. This guy was a flaming faggot....no fucking doubt about...."No 'bout'a dout it'" Robby funned with the words.
As he turned from the image on the screen he saw Cork's dad reaching under the pouch to diddle the guy's nuts.
Checking his watch, he figured he needn't come back for an hour and a half because, to his immense pleasure, every tape and video had a running time on it. He could get stuff done he needed to do, and not have to keep checking the copier.
Back in Daddy Tyler's office, Rob dug back into the mystery box, and pulled every video out of it....he was going to copy everything! He was so fucking pleased with himself. He wanted to play with every sex toy in that cabinet before the weekend was, but had to devise a sex plan to do that.
Finishing the search of the Dad's home office, he was satisfied that there were no more 'secrets' he needed to uncover.
As he came out of Tyler's office room, and passed the screening room again, he just sort of shuffled along, coming to the dining and then kitchen areas. He pulled a slice of cold pizza from the fridge and turning back, he saw a door he hadn't checked. It turns out, it was the basement.
True to the riches of this household, this was no fucking ordinary basement. It could house a whole 'nother family! Kitchen, wet bar, toilet, pool table, loads of game setups, TVs...five of them all around the walls...just like a sports bar! Even them fucking neon beer signs were on the walls.
A door way behind the stairs revealed a paneled and tiled furnace alcove with it's own shuttered enclosure, and there was a kind of electro-technical work table or desk with a TV mounted on it about a foot above the surface....and it was on! It had the screen broken into 9 scenes from around the house, and it had other screens that could be switched to....annnnnd, Robby....WAS ON TV!!!!
It had to be one of those motion detector surveillance setups. From the angle he was shown at on the screen, a quick look up above the furnace area, and there he spied the tiny, almost speck like camera. You could never see that without knowing it was there, and really looking hard!
Significant to the desk area was this prominent sign like kids put on the their bedroom doors to threaten against entry by little brothers or god forbid, a MOM!
It said, "Corky's Sanctum! TOUCH NOTHING UNDER PAIN OF DEATH!"
Robby liked that. Anything that threatened the 'rents was always a fun for a young dude. He also thought it was so cool that Cork was the surveillance coordinator for the house. His dad really gave him responsibility.
Nobody's fool, Robby reached under the desk and the key was taped there. He crawled under to examine the exact position and then carefully pulled down one side of the tape so he could replace the key in the exact same spot later.
He feverishly opened the desk. There.....loads, dozens...no....maybe a hundred or more audio cassettes, video tapes, and cds/dvds....all labeled and dated in all the drawers!
He picked one up that was right in front, and it was dated 2 years earlier. Robby was starting to get antsy about this. Security tapes are usually just taped over if there was no break-in or other problem in the house...why would these be being kept?
This was going to cost Robby time, but he had to know. He put the older tape back and fished for what the order of storage was and found the newest one stored....it was only from the day before last....it looked like Corky reset the videos right after dinner each night. Almost every stored tape had a time of removal of somewheres between 6:30 and 7:00 PM. Robby snapped up the one with the latest date, and hustled his bubblebutted little ass to the front room of the basement playarea and found a TV on the wall with an attached dvd player. Switching everything on, the silent dvd played for a while with 'What's this?' Robby knew that room....Jory's room....WAS BUGGED!!!! by the kid's own big brother! "HA!" Robby bellowed...."Big Brother is Watching YOU, Joreeeeeee!" Because there was no activity in Jory's room at that moment, the screen image on the desk monitor inside was blank.
Fucking Corky bugged his bro's room! Ain't that a bitch!??
Anyways, the date-time stamp verified it was the night before last, and what's that make it? Yeh, two nights before Robbie started his housesitting deal there.
Robby was already starting to really 'live' at the house. He padded over to the wet bar fridge, pulled him out a beer 'POPffss! and quick-footed it back to a comfy easy chair he dragged over in front of the TV.
It was mostly boring....many...many...MANY minutes wasted with Jory, moving shit around his room, yawning, burping, picking his nose, scratching his nuts, and even fucking farting! Robby bust out laughing! "Jory, yu fuckin' pig!" he yelled at the silent TV screen.
Then there was fuckin' homework!!! Robby was pissed. He fast-forwarded the dvd, till he saw clothes being removed. The tape would switch on and off depending on movement or lack of same...so during the homework, sometimes it actually went off. That bugged Robby 'cause he knew he played with his own self when he sat at his desk at home...even at dinner under the table. If Jory was motionless above the desk, the camera went off, and Robby missed watching the kid's subtle head bob and the contortions of his face while he whipped his wang and breathed hard as he got close underneath! "FUCK!" he yelled again.
Anyways, a few minutes later and there was undressing action. There were a few grunts now and again when Jor bent down to get his socks off, and yank the jeans off his feet. Robby enjoyed watching the kid dig his hand in his boxers and stretch his pecker...and then jack it a few times longst as he was in there. Ha!
Hey, no kid misses that chance...every fucking chance he gets!
Then after Jory laid down on the bed, he stripped naked altogether and hit the remote for the TV, he seemed to get a brainstorm and jumped back up and dragged his backpack over to the bed. He dug around in it, and then out he came with a plastic zip bag. He slid it open and out of it he pulled a pair of boxers, blue ones....and then he dug back in and pulled out a smaller baggie-like thing and dumped its contents on the bed.
He was lying on his side now, and the boxers were in the hand of the arm he was propping himself up with, and the other stuff was white...it was socks.
Robby backed up that last part, and turned the sound way up. He could hear Jory breathing...no....sighing. The kid laid back on the pillow and pulled the boxers to his chest, and slowly up to his face and Robby heard what sounded like a gasp, "Ummpooooh, Trev....oh Trevorrrrrrrrrrr!!"
Robby was grabbing his cock! Jory was groping his own dick! The young dude hunched up against his jacking hand as he swooned into the boxers and wailed out loud, "Ohhhgodddd....Trevor....ohhhhhhhh!" and and and, holy shit! The kid gushed a fucking geyser above him. The fucking cumshot must have fired above Jory 2 1/2 feet! and then after the kid came down from his cum cloud, he rubbed his own goospooge all over his belly and then licked his fingers. Robby didn't think he'd ever done that himself...eat his own stuff that is....but actually, he had just done exactly that when he blowed off in Corky's room and licked his fingers, but he did know he'd eaten Jory's jackoff just before. Robby smiled and pulled and squeezed his boypeter knowing that the taste in Jory's mouth and the taste he'd had in his before, were the same! "I knows whutchu taste's like boi!" he squealed out at the screen.
Damn! This kid Jory is as crazed for boy shorts as Robby was!
Then, as the kid was heard to start into real heavy breathing....probably an aftercum pass-out, the camera shut down, but then picked up apparently much later, and the movement that started it was Jory waking and now reaching for the socks he obviously brought home from gym class along with the boxers. He rolled over and put the boxers' crotch on his pillow as he hunched up on his elbows...then he moved the socks with toes and bottom part up, to each side of boxers.....he moved his face all around. Dropping down in the dirty clothes to smiffle them, and then nudge his nose into them. He breathed real hard out over them to heat the funky boy smells and soon enough he was humping his little tail up and down against the bedspread.
Robby was on fire watching that tight butt flare and tighten. How badly he wanted to fuck that toy tail! "Ohhh! Omigoddd!" Robby gasped out loud. He was so fucking hot-fired ready that the steel support pole in the basement was not even safe from the humping, frigging teen!
Robby was shocked when Jory whined out loud "Mmmmmmm Evan...Evan baby you smell so goooooood!"
"Damn this kid's a chip off my old block! Two kid's dirty clothes fum one gym heist!"
(A'course, Robby figured he had about half a dozen of Corky's boxers he'd been able to snatch over the past two years...the kid never missed 'em.)
He watched Jory fuck his bed so Robby could see his tail wale around that bed....and wale it did, and wiggle and split wide open for all the room to see, and hide itself in between those two tight little teen cheeks, only to smile and wink once more till...till...the kid was going crazy! "What thuh?" Robby sat forward in his chair.
The hump-fucking young Jory whirled himself over on his back, rutted up in the air...with his butt off the bed and fucked his two hands like a monkey till he actually yelled and shot and shot and shot!!!!! "Yahhhhwwwlllllweeeeee!!!!"
Rob was wondering how Corky could miss the ruckus from his room next door....but then, since he was taping it all he probably DID hear it and couldn't wait to watch it in his room the next night.
Robby wanted to backtrack to see how long in time Jory stayed arched up like that, but couldn't waste the time. He just enjoyed watching the toyteen get off again for Robby's pleasure. He so wished he could jump through screen and lick the kidslop off Jor and his handsome toy tool....then fuck his brains out! "Whewww!" Robby said out loud...."Hot! Hot in here!"
Robby had a brand spanking new problem. There were so many tapes and dvds in that desk. He could never get all this shit copied....butttttttttt, he sure was going to try!!
He flicked off the TV and dvd player with the disc ejected and went back to make a mental image of everything in the drawers before he packed it in a box he found near the desk and carried it all upstairs to the screening room. The other copy was still going on....and now he got the brainstorm of looking for other copy machines! Ha! he laughed to himself....there WERE two more on the shelf nearby. They must all be in use regularly 'cause none them were dusty. Rob might have actually wondered how they were being used. Hmmmmm! 'Whut must ol' Cork's Dad be doing with them copiers?'
He set about getting them all going at the same time, tape and dvd machines, and had no idea how long it would take, but he actually started figuring how soon he'd have to stop so he could get all the goods back to their regular positions in the desk and the Dad's mystery box. He already knew he would copy from the newest back, 'cause they're couldn't be much funs recorded when the kids were small, and Cork's Dad was replacing the tapes whenever he remembered...but stilllllllll......why did Cork's DAD keep those old tapes too! Boy....the plot sickens, eh?
Robby rubbed his meaty wick as he headed out again thinking about 'Trevor' and 'Evan' and what they looked like....and....what they tasted like.
Robby was wondering how many of the underwears he'd already sniffed and smiffled and licked in Jory's room were Jory's....or Trevor's and whoever elses?
He wrote into his planning pad, 'check on boxers/socks in Jory's room'.
Okay...so now he knew about the security cams and stored 'big bro' tapes and dvds. The Dad's edible rubbers.....which reminded Robby....he hustled up to the rent's room and scoffed him a box of them condoms. There must have been dozens of boxes in that closet room of the dad's. They'd never be missed.
Rushing back into Corky's room, he pulled out a backback of Cork's to start packing stuff in to take home. Then he put on a t-shirt, socks and an espec ially crusty pair of boxers and rubbed himself into all of them on the bed to get the Corky feels and smells on him, and then he put a sock on each hand, and went off to Jory's room in search of indicators of 'snatched' buddywear in there.
He was inside 40 hours left now as he carefully took apart and replaced Jory's room. Since the Mom probably still cleaned Jory's room...and probably was banned from Corky's by now, Robby correctly assumed anything hot that Jory was keeping would have to be hidden and locked up.
Kids love to have secret boxes and stuff...shit Robby's own stash had Corky's stuff in it!
Robby was getting bugged he couldn't find it..."Time fer a break!" Rob proclaimed and hit the kid's fridge. Every room, by the way, had a mini-fridge with drinks and stuff to nuke in each room's microwave!
Robby took out the OJ and swigged some right from the carton, and put it back. He pulled open the freezer part, and saw some pizza roll snacks and other junk. It looked like there was a bag of ice in the back of it. Touching it, Rob found it was soft...definitely not ice, or frozen, for that matter.
He carefully looked at each thing so as to leave it all like he found it, and pulled the 'thing' out very slowly.
This kid was goooo-ooood! There were six pairs of 'frozed' boxers, neatly rolled, and at least as many sockie pairs....5 jocks....and what at first Robby thought were ice cubes, were flatted out, squished and frozed RUBBERS! Used....cummed in rubbers! Robby's cock stood up and hard like a scepter! The wild kid's mouth was watering!
He unrolled one of the boxers and inside them was a piece of cellophane tape with: "Adam" written on it. Oh man...this kid was a master! And he preserved the boy smells 'on ice!'
Robby was fascinated with the ingenuity of this young dude.
The rubbers remained as the real mystery. WHERE? Where could he be collecting used rubbers from except right there in the house? Surely some could be....must be his Dad's....but hadn't he already figgered out that the Mom was eating t hem rubbers of Tyler's? and anyways, none these was rasberry or strawberry colored like the one's in the 'rents room. And Corky, well he wouldn't be beating off in a rubber....his cumrag had already been busted! There'd be no way he was sneaking some school cunt in for some mattress polo.....his Mom was mostly home when he got in from school.
Hmmmmm....if big brother knows about Jory's goin's on, what with snarking his buddies' underwears....and Cork's got the little fucker on tape....could he be blackmailing the dweeb?....and could the rubbers be Corky's then? and could he be........?
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