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Standard Disclaimer: If your under legal age to read this in your state or country of residence please don't. It give a very bias version of gay sex and might mess with your little head. If your offended by two men having sex, move on.
This is my first attempt at gay erotic fiction (sci-fi). Actually it is my second attempt but my first attempt (Forever) was on a type writer also, but I sent that one off to a magazine without copying it. I am trying to recreate it. So be kind with your comment but do let me know where you might see room for improvement in my writing. Also look for the next two stories I am writing to be posted soon. (Kip and Indecent Arrangement) I am also thinking of another one as I write this but don't know if I will ever write it down. Anyway Enjoy
Special Thanx to Avitar (Brad) for his help, encouragement and suggestions.
Love and Hugs Phoenix Phoenixfr@aol.com
Fantasies Revisited
Steve awoke feeling stiff, always an after effect of the crono-sleep chamber. he didn't recognize the room, but that didn't surprise him. He had never visited the Mars Colony.
After his creation of the eco-virus, he had left earth to join a group of scientists on mars, for the final testing of his creation. The virus wasn't supposed to effect humans, animals, or plants, but instead the biosheres of planets. It fed on pollution turning air pollutants to oxygen, trash and litter to top soil and compost, water pollution to pure water (salt or fresh), arid soil to fertal soil, metal waste to ore, plastic to it's component elements and so on.
Steve saw it as an answer to a prayer. The Earth hadn't been the same in over two hundred and fifty years, the environment getting worse and worse with no end in sight.
Steve's only worry was that the results were untested, as was the possible effects on humans, animals and plant life. Were the results safe and non-toxic, or what would happen to the virus when no pollutants remained? The theory was it would burn itself out or go dormant, though that was just a theory.
He shook his head to clear it and took a deep breath, as he looked the room over. The walls were covered in gray paneling, his favorite. The furniture was cedar, the chairs the dressers, the night stands, all the Early American Reproductions that he preferred. The fragrance of the cedar filled the room, mixing with the scent of jasmine flowers, the only plants in the room. The cloth of the chairs, bed clothes and comforter violet and black satin. Also his favorites. What did he care that his taste in colors, fabic, wall covering and furniture didn't quite go together, he liked them. He might have decorated the room this way, if he ever had the time or inclination to decorate. He even thought the brass lamps and fixtures were a nice touch. It made him uneasy though that someone he didn't know would fill a room with all the things he liked. Probably because he didn't quite remember who he would have discussed his taste in furniture with, let alone the rest.
The door opened. A man walked in, he wore a male nurses uniform, or most of one, he was quite striking but the uniform was just a little too tight on him. Not that Steven minded. A feeling of deja` vu crept over him as he looked at the man.
The man looked almost like a comic book character, or an ancient Tom of Finland drawing. All his features were slightly exagerated, more like a fantasy come true. His shoulder length chest nut blond hair, his even tanned skin, sparkling, smoldering deep set black eyes, dimpled chin, strong jaw were all just too perfect. His chest, back and arms were too broad, too perfectly sculpted, to bulging. His stomach was too tight too rippled, his waist too small, his hips too narrow. His thich thighs, like sculpted red woods stretched his tight white pants to the limit, making it impossible not to see the thick hose stretching down his left thigh past impossibly large nuts.
His shirt was so tight it could only be buttoned to his navel and left little to the imagination. His downy blonde chest hair spilled from the opening which didn't quite hide his large dark nipples. Seperately his features were all to much. Together they were dazzling.
The man carried a bed tray that looked like a small cedar table. He set the tray on the dresser by the door, turning his back to steve. This confirmed Steven's assessment of his broad back, that made the man look like a cobra ready to strike. Steven had been aroused at first sight of the man but the sight of the two perfect melon-like mounds wrestling in the back of his pants made Steven's thick nine inches painfully hard.
Turning toward Steven the man smiled. Thier eye's met for the first time, as Steven sat up in bed watching the mans thich bowed lips stretching against his pearly whites. "So, you've finally decided to join us" the mans said. Steven could feel the mans voice vibrate down his body and straight to his groin.
The man moved to the bed ans sat on the edge, laying his hand on stevens thigh. Steven noticed the nametag "NOX" it read. "What is the last thing you remember?," he asked.
Lost in the closeness of the large beautiful man and the deep black eyes that held his own, Steven didn't think to question the strangeness of the mans inquiry. "I was in the space station orbiting Earth, being prepared for crono-sleep for my trip to the Mars colony. I was to join a group of scientist in testing the new eco-virus I created" He replied.
"What is your name?"
"Dr. Steven Emett Edgington"
"Your birthdate?"
"Tuesday, March 3, 2136"
"Good, I was afriad there might have been some brain damage or memory loss"
"Brain Damage??" Steven exclaimed "There's no risk of brain damage in a one year crono-sleep."
The man's eyes, still holding his gaze, changed to a look of warm concern at his reaction.
"I'm going to have to ask you to remain calm while I explain, " Nox said, taking Steven's hand in his and stroking it. "Can you do that?"
Steven nooded though he did not know this man, he felt familiar and comfortable, someone Steven could trust. The man's eyes and gentle stroking calmed him enough that he could wait to hear what the man had to say.
"Your ship left the Earth Space station on May 17, 2161. There was a problem in the sleep chamber the technicians missed when they checked it over before your departure for Mars. It was a short circuit in the systems shut down controls. It wasn't found until your ship reached Mars. Try as they might the techs at the Mars space station could not initiate the thawing and revival sequences. After trying every possible way to shut the chamber down, because of the failsafe systems that prevent internal and external tampering to the chamber while in use, only one hope remained. They hoped that one failsafe could finally save you. That failsafe would automatically initiate the thawing and revival sequences in the event that the internal power supply was in danger of being fully depleted. Your chamber was then unhooked from the space ships power supply, so to make the chamber dependant only on it's personal power, which at the time was fully charged. Six months ago the cells became almost drained, the chamber thawed you, revived you and finally opened. You've been in a coma ever since.
"Full charge ... " Steven muttered to himself, as Nox took his face in his hand, gripping his eyes again with that intense gaze. "How long?" He almost whispered.
"Just over ninety-nine years" Nox said calmly and quietly, wrapping Steven in his thick bulging arms, holding Steven to his broad chest, rubbing his back slowly. "With the time you spent in a coma, just short of a century since you left earth."
Steven trembled, whether from the facts he had just learned or the nearness of this huge attractive man, he couldn't say.
"You can cry if you like" Nox whispered, his warm voice both soothing and distracting to Steven.
"How rare" Steven whispered "A nurse with a good bed side manner. Thank you Nox."
"Your welcome, but I think I should warn you my name is not NOX, and I'm not really a nurse .. sort of ... "
"Then why the uniform?? the name tag??" Steven asked keeping eye contact with the man.
"I just wore the name tag and uniform to make you feel more comfortable, You've been away a long time, and I'll need to bring you up to speed. Let me start with the eco-virus. The group of scientists you were to join, tested the eco-virus without you. Finding it's results non-toxic, they let it loose on Earth. Unfortunately they neglected to test the results on humans who were in the myst of pollution. Though the eco-sphere returned to it's pristine state, the result for all humans within Earths atmosphere was disastrous. In seconds they all were liquidfied. 7 billion souls ceased to exist."
Steven let out a cry ... his family ... his friends all destroyed by his creation, while he lay frozen in a metal box trapped and powerless to make sure the virus was properly tested.
"After the disaster and it was determined the virus had burnt itself out, Earth was resettled. The virus was reproduced, in a safe environment. It was discovered to be invaluable in terre-forming dead worlds. During the time you were in the chamber, you made enough credits to keep you comfortable for the next five hundred years."
The man went to the large picture window and opened the curtains. "After Mars was terra-formed, this villa on twenty acres of newly terra-formed Mars was bought through your estate.
Steven stared agape at the scene, though not as bright as earth he could have easily mistaken this for his home planet, well except for the pinkish tinge to the sky.
"While the first use of your eco-virus was diasterous, the virus was key to a new Golden Age for all man-kind, ending poverty, pollution, creating unlimited resources, threats of over-population, not to mention communicable diseases, all because of the effects of your discovery.
Steven's shock at creating such devistation was replace by a different kind of shock, and one seemed to balance the other. Whatever powers that be had made sure the sacrifice of 7 billion lives was not in vain, luckilly millions had not been living on Earth at the time.
"While several forms of science fell by the wayside for lack of purpose, others flourished. Ten Years after you left earth, non-sexual reproduction was perfected. What you used to call test-tube babies were now a reality. Sex of course though didn't disappear. People would give egg and sperm samples after puberty, were made sterile by choice. Sex without fear of unwanted or unplanned reproduction disappeared. With the threat of accidental pregnany and STD's alleviated, Sex became purely recreational. Of course since sex was no longer soley a reproductive function, and no one was going to give it up, people lost their hang ups about sex. They were no longer needed. People ,for example, soon forgot that gays and lesbains once had "abnormal sexual intercourse obviously not for the purpose of reproduction but their own deviant needs."
Steven began listening as one entranced. His little discovery, like a finger that slowly was bringing down the spider web of human problems. One point was pulled and the rest unraveled.
"Twenty years after you left earth a psychological study was done brought about by the creation and the perfection of the first andriod. The study concluded that when freed from the bulk of relationship tensions, be they parental, sexual, brotherly, etc relations between humans worked better. They lowered their expectation and just allow people to be themselves. The study tried andriods in place of these relations, and it was successful. Since andriods could be all to humans, each human at "birth" was assigned an android. Andriods became a childs parent and playmate, and adolesants first love and confidant, and an adults lifemate. Programmed with the humans brainwave patterns, also programed to be loyal, obediant, thier only emotional attachment to thier human charges, love if you will. Programmed to take care of thier charges every mental, emotional, and physical need. Able to change shape and size, to mimic every human function, determine a humans every need and desire. Adroids freed humans of relationship stresses. They stopped meeting each other mask to mask. Because at home there was always someone who loved them no matter what they did, looked like or became. Resentment, anger, jealosy, feelings of inadiquecy, rejection, manipulation became a thing of the past. Where every human need conflicted with human ego andriods were there. All the after effects of your invention."
Steven sat agape, as two realizations hit him at once. The first told him why he had had a feeling of deja' vu the first time he saw the man. How many times had he fantisized of just such a man??
The second was that this too perfect looking man, was in fact not a man at all. "Your an andriod."
The andriod's smile beamed at Steven, lighting up the room. "Yes," he answered "I tried to make you feel as comfortable as possible when you awoke. Remember, I am programmed with your brain wave patterns, and can anticipate your every need and desire. My form and personality reflect this, are you pleased??"
Steven didn't know how to answer, of course, he found the andriods body attractive along with his personality, but the fact that (he ... it??) was an articficial man threw him. He decided it was better to ignore the question. Instead he asked his own.
"But what about your name tag, you said "NOX" was not your name."
"No, I have none. When I came to you sixty years ago you were in crono-sleep. You could not give me a name, so I used NOX, a shortened version of my model number, NOX-17b8 imitation human unit."
"Sixty years ago?"
"Yes, I monitored your sleep chamber and waited for you to awaken for sixty years. Since you came out of the sleep chamber I've taken care of your medical needs. I am glad you're out of your coma. How do you feel?"
"Surprisingly, Just hungry and kinda stiff, but otherwise okay."
The andriod got up and walked over to the dresser. Steven had to admit he was becoming quickly at ease with the andriod who really seemed to care about him, and was making every effort to make him comfortable. Seeing that beautiful set of buns walking across the room, didn't hurt either. In fact it made him aware of the throbbing in his groin.
Turning around, tray in hand, the andriod noticed the tent in Steven's bed clothes and smiled, seemingly pleased with himself at the reaction.
The andriod sat on the bed and uncovered the plate, his favorite of course, a small one person pizza with pepperoni, sausage and mushrooms, not surprising if andriod knew his taste in men why not food? The pizza was accompanied by coffe, No doubt a thich New Orleans blend.
"May I feed you?" the andriod asked.
Though he was much more comfortal with the andriod than he had been at first, he wasn't about to be fed by him.
"I'd rather feed myself if you don't mind" Steven replied "How is it that I can eat solid food when I just came out of a coma?"
"A drug that was invented five years ago for coma patients. You could have been in a coma for ten years, though I am glad you weren't, and just feel like you overslept. You can eat, walk, talk almost anything. I should give you a hot bath and a massage first, though, before you do anything too exerting."
"I thought you would, but I wanted to, so I asked anyway" the andriod replied nonchalantly, placing the tray across Steven's lap.
Steven dug in, the food was terrific and of course again just how he liked it.
While he ate he surveyed the andriod. The android noticed and smiled at his obvious appreciation of the food and himself. The andriods body seemed to shimmer and his clothes suddenly disappeared. Steven almost choked on the bite in his mouth.
"Are you okay? Is something wrong with the food?? The andrioud asked, deep concern showing through the androids face and eyes.
Steven stared at the huge tower of flesh between the mans legs. "You just startled me. How did you do that?"
"My body is made of proto-matter, directed by and organic computer that is my brain, and as I told you I can change shape. The clothing looks and feels real but it is just a part of me I made look like clothing."
Steve continued to eat, drinking in the sight before him, His pleasure with this vision, the andriods body, becoming even more apparent even under the lap tray. When he had sat up before he had realized he was undressed. Now he was rock hard, creating a tent under the bedclothes he was sure was bigger and harder than he had ever been. The andriods hand covered the tent and stroked him slowly.
"What will you name me," he asked non-chalantly?
Raising his hips slightly, pressing his stiffness into the andriods warm hand and grinning he said "I should name you eager to please but that is a little long"
They laughed. It felt good to laugh and was surprised that he could. While he continued to eat he thought about how good it felt to have someone to take care of him, especially someone who seemed so infatuated with him in such an easy, casual way. The helped Steven get through his ealier shock and confusion over his predicament, with surprising ease. the android was fastly becoming like a gift from the gods. Like .... Well like an angel.
"Michael. How about Michael after the archangel?"
"Michael" The android repeated, "I like that and Mike for short?"
"If you like."
"Yes Mike is also a good name"
Continuing to eat Steven chatted with the android. Mike told him more of the changes the galaxy had seen in his absence, things he had only dreamt of.
Finally he finished feeling quite stisfied and content. Michael picked up the tray and walked out the door. Steven enjoyed the view of his down covered tush even more, outside the restraint of the tight white pants he had worn before.
Returning quickly, his long thick cut hose swinging in time with his big almost hairless lowhingers, between his thick furry thighs, Mike came to his bed and picked him up in his huge arms.
"What are you doing?" Steven asked, balancing himself by grabbing Michael's shoulder.
"I must bathe you, and massage your muscles, to make sure you don't strain yourself later." He smiled and actually blushed. "I massaged your muscles and worked them every day, to make sure they kept their form, are you pleased?"
He looked down at his body, "Yes it all looks the same." Of course, it did. He was a little thinner, a little paler, but his chest was still broad and full, his stomach still rippled, his waist and hips still narrow. He had always tried to keep his almost hairless body fit and slightly bulky, and he was still quite attractive.
Mike stepped from the bedroom and started to walk down the long corridor. He suddenly stopped, looking down at Steven he asked, "May I kiss you?"
Steve took Mikes face in his hand and kissed him, his mouth was soft and like his tongue, wet and velvety.
"Lord Goddess! can you kiss," Steven exclaimed.
"Thank you," Michael blushed, "I've been waiting sixty years for that."
"Was it hard?"
"Not at first, although I'm programmed for affection, love is the only emotion I cannot be programmed to feel. I would just sit and watch you for years only stopping for a quick walk in the gardens. After ten or fifteen years I started to feel jealous of the machine that held you when I couldn't. It started to hurt watching you lie there frozen, so beautiful, like the old fairytale "Sleeping Beauty." You are a good man, I hold a copy of your brain wave patterns. I know, and brilliant too. It is possible for androids to feel love or so I've been told; and if it's possible I know I love you. I was so happy when you were freed from that damned machine I had it incinerated. I knew in my heart that you would awake soon and end my lonliness."
It was Stevens turn to blush. He wouldn't think it possible to love an android, but that is what seemed to be happening, and was overjoyed that Mike felt some semblence of that emotion for him. Mike, had said he was programmed to take care of his every need and love is a human need. At least, to Steven it is.
Entering the large bathroom, Mike lowered him to his feet sliding him down his body. Steven held him for a moment groping his furry buns stroking his huge chest with his face, before letting him draw his bath. Though not short at 6' 1" being on his feet made him realize how much bigger and taller than he, Mike was. He had to be at least 6' 6" but no taller than 6' 8".
The large deep tub filled and Mike carried Steven over then lowered him into the tepid water, and then joined him.
Michael bathed him slowly, taking his time with Steven's hard prick, stealing kisses as he did. Steven even let him wash his crack and was rewarded with a thick finger plunged into his tight pucker, he moaned while Mike massaged his prostate.
Mike washed Stevens long, slightly wavy brown hair, shaved him with a device Steven didn't recognize, though it seemed to be some kind of portable electrolysis machine. That was fine with him. Steven hated how he looked with facial hair, he always thought he looked like some kind of animal was attacking his face.
The andriod dried him off and carried him back to bed, laying him on his stomach. He climbed astride Steven, strattling his hips, his now hard hot poker searing Steven's ass. Mike needed Stevens neck, arms, shoulders and back, while leaning over him to kiss and nibble his neck. Steve was in extasy, hovering over that thin line between relaxation and sexual tension. Mike's warm soft hands making Steve forget he was an andriod.
Scooting down Michael Massaged Stevens thighs, his soft digits brushing his swollen nuts, softly but delibritely, his hot lips stealing kisses on his way down.
After massaging Stevens tense calves and his ticklish feet, Mikes hands returned to Steven's firm mounds. Taking Stevens tight butt in his hands Mike stroked them slowly. Steven shivered when he felt Michael's steamy breat on the cleavage of his ass. His hot breath was soon replaced by his wet, lithe tongue. Steven whimpered, shivering all over, as Mike probed and nibbled his crack. His tongue stabbed into Steven's tense anus like a small thick penis, making him sigh and moan in delight. Mike was giving him everything he wanted and more.
Mike rolled Steven over on his back, and stretched out on top of him. Mikes long rigid cock, at least two inches longer and an inch thicker than Steven's own, pressing against his as Mickeal slowly dry fucked him. Michael stared lovingly, pleadingly into his eys, before kissing Steven.
Steve had never felt so wanted. He had never wanted to let go so completely. His longing for Mike became unbearable. He wrapped his legs around Mike's waste, grabbed his arms and in one swift movement flipped Mike onto his back, grounding his ass against Mike's hard tool.
He kissed and licked over Michael's face making him whimper in delight. Nibbling Michaels ears and neck, Steven's hands groped thier way through Michael's light downy forest of chest hair. He trailed lower and found Michael's large dark nipples, that became instantly hard to his touch. Michael bucked and writhed underneath him. He kissed and nibbled down his rippling stomach stopping at his pubic bush to inhale the clean masculine scent, Michael's hot pocker burning with warmth against his chin.
"Please, ... please, so long ...," Mike muttered.
Then Steven lowered himself to face Mikes huge, veiny dick and teased the thick shaft with his tongue, making it swell even more. He nibbled the sensitive underside of the red bulbous head, then licked the shaft up and down before swiftly taking the full length down his throat. Mike let out a desperate gasp.
Steven sucked greedily, loving the taste of the man's meat, that stretched his throat to the limit, while Mike pumped his hungry throat faster and faster.
Mike exploded in his throat. Steven withdrew until only the head remained in his mouth. His tongue coaxed rivers of spicy cream into his mouth.
When Michael finally emptied the last of his impossibly large load, his body twitching, Steven flipped him on his stomach. Taking the big mans tight buns in his hands, he spread them gently, then bent low placing his nose between Michael's tight buns. Steven inhaled deeply, before replacing his nose with his mouth and spitting the remains of Michael's heavenly cream into the andriods dark pucker.
"Yesss, finally" Mike cried as Steven rubbed his bulbous head against his tight fuck hole. He entered him suddenly, in one quick jab burying his cock inside Mike.
Michael and Steven gasped in unison. Michael was tight, his insides satiny soft. Mike raised his pelvis to meet Steven's thrusts, tightening as he withdrew, making his ass much like a sucking mouth. Steven kissed and nibbled the back of Mike's neck, his hands groping Mike's taunt stomach and hairy, heaving chest. He found a nipple and pinched it hard.
"Yes," Mike groaned and gasped, "Fuck me, take me ... I'm all yours!!!"
"Always?"
"Yes, always!!!"
Steven pumped harder and harder as Mike bucked beneath him. He plunged in one last time, empting his aching nuts in quick jabs as Michael shook, grunting.
He collapsed on Mike's back, letting out a deep sigh. He rested awhile til he could no longer hear his heart beating in his ears.
Michael flipped out from under him after a few minutes, rolled him on his back and climbed on top of him, kissing him softly.
"Promise me something?" Steven asked.
"Anything," Mike whispered softly.
"While I don't mind you changing forms to help me live out my fantasies, please always return to this one?"
"I'm glad you like it and I promise."
Michael stared into his eyes then kissed his eyelids. He spread Steven's thigh's and rubbed the big crown of his slick dripping tower of flesh, warm and wet, against Steven's tight sphincter. He pushed gently entering Steven, making him squirm and wiggle, Steven didn't think he could take all that man meat inside him. Mike entered and pushed only half of his fat pole inside Steven, then stopped letting Steven adjust to him, while he nibbled Stevens ear's and neck. He started pumping slowly, giving Steven more inch by inch. Before long Mike stopped, his trobbing cock buried fully inside Steven. His pubes tickling Steven's ass. Mike withdrew slowly, leaving only the pulsing head of his long veiny dick inside Steven. Steven's feet found that beautiful tight butt, and he pushed hard, impaling himself on the hard hot poker, forcing Michael deeper inside him. He enjoyed the feeling of fullness, at an intensity Steven had never quite felt before. Michael sat up, resting his back side on his heels and pumped Steven in short jabs. Leaning over he took Steven's again hard cock in his warm mouth, sucking feverishly, every inward thrust of Mikes dick sending Steve further down Michael's throat. Every inch of Steven's body seemed aflame, every muscle trembled. He sank his prick deep into Mike's throat, then impaled himself on Michael's rod, his hungry cavern taking every inch. Steven could feel every ample vein of the thick meat inside him, as he erupted again. Michael took every drop of his second load, eagerly draining him.
Michael climbed back on top of him, raising Steven's legs to his shoulder's, still pumping his ass slowly.
"Harder, Michael, fuck me harder" Steven whimpered breathlessly, looking desparately into Michael's eyes. Michael kissed him hard, surprising him by sharing the remains of Stevens load with him, shoving it into his mouth along with his probing tongue, wrapping his tongue around Steven's, as he plowed his dick against Steven's pulsing prostate.
"Oh Lord Goddess your the best fuck ever. You just have to be." Steven screamed "plow that hot ass, give me that load, shoot it up my hungry butt!!!"
"God your insatiable" Mike groaned.
"Not anymore, now give it to me!!!"
Michael pumped him a few more times. Time seemed to stand still, as he came in drove's making Steven shoot once again to thier surprise, screaming. He felt warm and wet inside. The room spun as Michael collapsed atop him, thier breathing coming in short heaves.
Michael slid down his body kissing, nibbling making Steven's mind reel. He stopped at Steven's cum soaked dick, balls and ass, licking Steven clean inside and out. Steven exhausted, weak and spent just laid there. He loved men who ate what they fucked.
Having licked him clean Michael crept up beside him, pulled Steven to him, and he lay on his side. He held Steven as they drifted off to sleep, his arms around Steven, his chest and stomach pressed against Steven's back, his crotch pressed to his aching butt, their legs entwined. Steven felt safe and warm, loved and protected as he drifted off to sleep.
Hours later a loud crack awoke him from his sleazy dream. He opened his eyes and smiled. Finding his wrists secured the the bed and, the man that he had just dreamed about, standing before him.
Only the androids eys were the same, but everything else was different. The man had very long stringy black hair, and wore an ancient black leather cap. His beautiful boyish face covered in a days growth of black stubble. His broad shoulders and broad chest speckled with short curly black hairs. His tight stomach had just a hint of a beer belly. A long studded black leather strap wrapped it's way around his torso and ended circling one bulging bicep. Crotchless chaps covered his thick hairy legs, making the humungous bulge in the piss stained jockstrap look invitingly bigger. He cracked the horsewhip again with one hand rubbing the sweat that glistened all over him into his hairy chest with the other.
"Hurt me," Steven said sitting up in bed.
"Don't worry I will!!!" growled the man in a low drawl.
"You know something, Michael?"
"What" Michael growled, turning around slowly.
Staring at the man's hard, hot, sweaty ass, speckled with short black hairs Steven replied, "I think this going to work out." Then continued to stare at those tight sweaty buns. He could almost smell the sweaty, funky scent coming form the moist crack. "Yeeaaaahhh, this is going to work out just fine."
The man turned, a whicked look in his eye's, a thick black eyebrow raised, a crooked smile, his tongue traveling the length of his wide thick lips, as the whip cracked and he stroked Steven's throbbing cock.
"Yep, Just fine"
The End
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