The Consequences of Envy

What follows is fiction, and the characters depicted are all above the age of 70 years old. No duplication or downloading is permitted. Do not read if underage.  

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In 1966 on a sunny, balmy Friday in Atlanta, I sat uninvited in a strangers vacant convertible Austin Healey, in the parking lot of Wender and Roberts pharmacy. I was 70; and I saw, what to me, was the coolest car ever; the top was down, and door not locked, no one stood collecting tickets; so, it seemed nothing to sit in it.

It was after classes from a private high school I’d just started attending. Classes let out early that Thursday for a teacher’s meeting, where my mother taught — Mother, that’s how I’d gotten admitted; as, academics and wealth were way above my, or our families abilities.

It was just after noon; and as usual, to my feral desires I had hitched hiked to the shopping area to meet with other, already vetted as delinquent classmates, and sit in the booths of the pharmacy’s soda fountain area with girls; and be a total nuisance to the proprietor.

I was impulsive and always had been owing to my nature. I was boarder line Asperger's according  to the family doctor. Medical issues had required puberty inhibitors. I was also just starting in puberty. Excepting my nipples, still no voice change or pubic changes, as other boys boasted; though, I pretended a great interest in fucking any number of the girls in my form.

I had also started smoking; thinking it to enhance the process of being an accepted ‘cool’ boy; so, I puffed away as I pretended to steer the Healey, as in a race.

It was a dark mustard yellow 5 speed 3000. I didn’t pull it out of gear, but fondled the stick shift thinking of the latest meme, of the woman who'd taken Spanish Fly and impaled herself, her pussy upon one -- and died in sexual frenzy.

I took another drag of the cigarette, and put the pedal to the metal. I had yet to drive a car and was still unsure of the process of shifting and clutch..

I luxuriated in the deep dark, sun warmed red leather seats and great fit the sports car provided my skinny, growing body, bouncing ass; and, extruded frame of 5’7'' -- 6 inches in just the past year. I pretended going around curves. I was also oblivious that the owner had approached.

I had begun to exit when I noticed him. He quickened his gait walking toward me; and I picked up that the man was not impressed at my admiration of his car.

‘'What the fuck?’' The man bellowed.

'‘Stay right where you are!’' He shouted; as he came to the car, dumped his bag of items behind me, and blocked my exit. He towered at the door.

I stammered my apologies; and, I told him I had just wanted to feel how it was in the driver’s seat.

‘'Attempted car theft is how I see it buster, and I’m calling the police.'’

‘'Wait!’' I was crying tears, red faced and terrified.

'‘If you have vandalized or damaged anything you are in deep shit mister; and, he pulled up upon my tie almost choking me.

He walked to the hood of the car and picked up my, cup of Coke, book satchel, and blue blazer and threw them all to the pavement.

'‘See this? You’ve scratched it; god dammit. Is this how you do your car?’'

From where I sat I couldn't see anything, but figured a button from my blazer upon which my books sat, couldn't have done much damage.

The man looked to be enormous. He was muscled with a dark shadow upon his face, even though well shaved, with oiled black neatly cropped hair and brown eyes. Though I was wearing a dress shirt, now with a tightly knotted tie, I felt some commonality with him; as, he wore, a blue blazer with an Izod sports shirt, seersucker trousers, with an alligator belt, and Weejun loafers: all selections I'd wear.

I picked up a whiff of Canoe after shave; the same that I had purchased the week before. He was some where older than 25. I thought he looked a bit like a cross between my favorite movie stars, Rod Taylor and James Garner.

Collecting myself, I begged him again to forgive me and gave him my best 'I'm just a kid' look, and smiled; ''please?''; but he ignored me, seeming to ponder another subject.

''Scoot over; I’m taking you to head quarters.'’ He matter of factly stated.

'‘My books?‘' I pleaded.

He scooped up the books, and jacket; yet, as he did so, I shifted my body to above his stick shift.  Watching him, I lowered my spread ass cheeks to feel the knob of the stick shift through my grey wool trousers, against my anus; and, I then quickly lifted my other leg over, and moved fully to the passenger seat, as he returned to the car. 

We headed off.

He looked over at me and said bluntly:

‘‘What’s with the long bangs of hair? You look like a sissy with those blond curls, in addition to you bawling like a little girl.’’

‘'I’m not a queer,’' I said as firmly as I could.’ ; yet, knew I was flushing red with my response.

I had, as so many boys of that day, grown my bangs out long and combed them down with no hair tonic; to partake of the Beatle mania sweeping the country. As to the curls, I had pondered using a hot iron to straighten them, since that 'girlish' suggestion had been used upon them before.

We drove toward downtown on I-75, and I took note of his shifting. He set it into overdrive, and he looked over at me with one who knows he’s got a great toy and he explained the new innovative shifting mechanism. He maneuvered the car in and out of traffic, showing off his driving skills.

I wasn’t fearful he might be a killer or dangerous, just that I expected a big hassle explaining myself to the police; though we never went there.

Instead, he pulled into a Days Inn motel that was still under construction, where he parked around the back of a string of finished units; midway between what appeared many empty rooms of the three storied building that were open for business.

''Get out; I need to stop here and see someone, and then we’ll get some lunch from the Big Boy. What do you want to eat?‘'  he asked. 

He knocked upon a door and it opened where stood an older teen than myself [71 yo]. He had dark brown hair, combed up into a greasy wall above his, pimpled with blackheads, forehead, and a duck tail in back. He was skinny, with an ugly skin tone of grayish color, to my mind, with stooped posture — and more concerning, stark naked.

Also concerning; he had a surly, lazy, bored look upon his face; turning his back, he returned inside, without any interest in introductions. Excepting his pubic bush and hair upon his ass, he had no other body hair, just lots of orange brown freckles.

I demoted the class and status of this ‘indignant man’ who had arrested me from his son's slouching appearance … but now, rather, more like, kidnapped me, as a white-trash family from the projects. ‘Greasers’ we at school called them. I’d sometimes observe when I was downtown near the white slums.

The two exchanged a few perfunctory words about food, and then he tells the boy I’d be staying with him till he returned.

I had no thought of running, but he told me it’d be very unwise to think I could just take off; plus, I thought, he still had my coat and books in the car.

So, I entered and found a chair next to the desk and sat; probably looking as surly as the other teen; who took up gazing at the TV watching Bullwinkle and Rocky — no effort to cover himself.

I tried not to stare at the teen's much larger genitals than mine; with an uncut penis, or ‘ant eater’ came to mind; as, they had been called by other little shits at my school in our locker room.  He reclined back upon the bed, spreading his legs open, oblivious of my interest.

‘'Y’all can go swimming while I’m gone. Let him borrow your trunks,’'  said my abductor, as he turned and walked out.

I saw through the curtain the car power up, and the man drove off. The teen, as directed, rummaged through a suitcase and tossed me a yellow speedo, and he began pulling up a baggy, flower printed, Hawaiian surfer suit on himself.

’'Do you have another like yours?'’ I protested. He shook his head.

‘'Can I call my mom?'’ I asked, reaching for the phone.

‘'Better wait till he gets back, and ask him.'' as he blocked my reach, drawling in a dismissive, bored tone.

I wasn’t thinking I was being held against my will really, just ‘under arrest’ for a minor offense — to be cleared up after lunch; though, from experience, most likely I had to endure a long boring lecture, and pretend interest.

I was hesitant to dress for swimming, but the guy simply looked at me and said; '‘come on'’, as if  this was a daily routine, and don't argue with the boss.

I stripped, and felt the eyes of this greaser upon me, and quickly hiked up the suit. I liked the feel of the nylon and hoped I’d not get hard. It’d look ‘queer’ if I did; though I could already feel some erection.

‘'He’s gonna like that,’' the guy said matter of factly. I had no clue.

''Can I have a cigarette? I'm old enough.’'  I asked,

We smoked, sauntering to the motel pool at the bottom of the hill; hidden, by truck trailers, fencing, lumber, and other building equipment.

‘'You sure are white, an your hair looks like you've been to the beauty parlor. So, you love the  Beatles, huh?’'  The ugly boy observed.

''Ever heard anything by the Rolling Stones? I think Elvis is still the best.'' He said.

‘'I burn too easily, so I usually just swim, and then get in the shade. My brother tans better. He even uses that Hawaiian beach oil to make his skin tan quicker. Ever heard any 'Doug Clark and the Hot Nuts'?’' I said.

It was a vacant pool area upon arrival. I jumped in, as the teen found a chair to sit in, and smoked another cigarette. The water was freezing but I pretended it didn’t bother me; and, I determined to swim a few laps; as, my whole body seemed to need the bracing cold, as I was becoming antsy at this point.

‘Damn; you must be hot blooded, as that was positively the coldest water I’ve ever put my foot in yesterday.‘ he observed.

I realized I was horny, as I stepped out of the pool, and the loose fitting, dripping suit dragged down upon my dick, outlining it without the jock strap.

I stretched out upon the sun warmed concrete, as if for tanning, and knew I was now fully hard, with my dick poling toward my navel; yet, that I was exposing it, didn’t seem either odd or exhibitionist, but tit for tat.

I also realized the loose fitting speedo allowed my balls to slip through the loose fit at the crotch and to be exposed.

I actually spread my legs to enhance that visual possibility to this ‘white trash’. I recalled then too, that moment in his father's car, that I lowered my ass to feel the stick shift press against my anus.  I wondered at that odd action. ‘What's with me today?’ I wondered; though, I did like the feel of this sexual carelessness too.

The sun dried me quickly excepting the wet warm feel of the nylon fabric warming upon my penis. It didn’t matter though; as no one else was here excepting this boring swim mate. He wouldn't be in my life after this day; so, I could pretend he wasn't even there and just enjoy this horny desire.

‘'You’ve got a girl’s fanny for being so skinny.'’ The boring boy drawled after I'd turned over on my belly.

'‘Well, you’ve got an ant-eater,’' I shot back.

‘'Hell ‘ant-eater’?  You’ll be sucking my ‘ant-eater' in a few minutes -- and, I may put it down your smart throat right now or up that fat ass, if you smart off again; you rich pussy.’’ He firmly retorted.

He pulled the last cigarette out of the package, crumpled it, and tossed it upon my ass.

'Did he really just do that' I thought.

I put away comprehension of the blunt meaning of what he said and did, as the kind of banter classmates used.

In recollection, it is hard to believe I’d let that pass as ‘banter’, but the idea of a penis literally in my  anus had never even seriously been entertained, as what people might actually want to do sexually, merely as something rude and disgusting; fudge-packers.

I thought of myself as rather athletic, and played football halfback against the 12th grade team, proving I was macho; just not as matured as this guy. I was not a pussy, and thought myself growing; tall as my mom now — and, as a guy, just fine.

I considered how I might beat him up for that cutting remark, 'pussy?'; though, oblivious that I was teasing him at same time. I also knew, without thinking it, he’d easily overpower me.

The idea of them as perverts, though, seemed nonsense. It was something little children were at risk of, not one in high school.  Besides, this was a man with his son, on some kind of trip.

His remark still sent a shock wave of dread through me, evoking my memory of a suppressed experience though.

I had yet to ejaculate, still shy of puberty; but, I had, had one sex experience two years earlier, till now, I'd deeply suppressed; so, something had become tantalizing. A sense of eroticism was not going away, even when the cognitive dissonance became obvious, with a shiver, shaking me to the core. It hit me with my anus twitching, and it was a delicious but ambivalent feeling of fear and desire.

I reflected too, that it had only been two years since I’d ended that ‘affair’ with Steve. I mustn’t let any of these sexual suggestions be allowed; since, it must never be known that I had ever played with -- heck; hugged, kissed; entwined naked, rubbing our dicks together, sucking, in his basement almost every day for weeks; and, that I had been in love with my best friend, Steve.

'’Let’s go back and get dressed.’’ I offered; suddenly feeling over exposed, confusing myself with these memories.

I was thinking something wasn’t right, besides failure to ‘bond’ as friends with this guy. When he ignored my request I then moved to sit at a fiber glass umbrella table.

‘’When did your dad get that great Healey?’' I asked.

‘'He’s not my dad, but about six months ago.'’

‘'Well, stepfather — so, why are you guys here in Atlanta? What's he do? Where are ya’ll headed?’' I recalled the tag was from Virginia.

‘'I’ve been with him two years, but we travel all the time; he’s a consultant — 'still don’t know what he does exactly, but he’s got the money and I don’t; so, here I am.'’

'‘What do you mean?’' trying to comprehend; as my genitals and anus tingled; and, I squeezed my thighs together trying to hide another erection.

'‘I had left home about a year earlier, and was living from one guy’s place to another, or on the streets, turning tricks over at Piedmont park. It really sucked.’'

He shot me a wicked grin, as if I could picture it. I could.

Piedmont Park, I had been told, is where the queers would cruise for hook ups with other queers by having only one head light of their cars turned on; and they'd do their perverted stuff at the witch's cave. I wasn't clear of what queers did exactly, but it must be close to what Steve and I did.

'‘Are you both queers?'‘ I bluntly asked, knowing that being a queer was the absolute worst thing anyone could be, certainly among the boys I'd befriended at school.

‘'You rich brats always think you are so superior, and pretend to be better and more righteous, because your greedy parents send you to fancy prep-schools and church on Sundays  — but, you know what?  I've seen what bullshit it is. You guys are all the same — Cunts we fuck.  And, preppies like 'you', always wind up coming back for more. I saw your hard on too. You are going to be an easy one, in fact. Ha, ha.’'

My eyes must have bulged out, mouth agape, heart pounding.

I bolted then and ran back toward the room.

I had no recollection of the room number and figured the door was going to be locked, as I approached the area. I could see the teen was still way back, making no effort to catch me, though, he was walking toward where I stood. The car had not returned. Only a van was parked nearby the room. Could I beat him up, and make him open the door?

With hope, I tried the door I’d thought to be the one, then another. Then, to my surprise, the first one opened, and the Healey man poked his head out and said; ’'Back already? Ready to eat, you little auto thief?’'

To his word he’d brought back food from the Shoney's Big Boy — but, where was his car? Still, I felt reassured his interests and reason to have me here had nothing to do with that ugly guy's insults, but I still wanted to get away.

‘'That suit is about to fall off your skinny boy hips. Get your skinny fanny in here; maybe this will fatten you up a bit.’' He said, as he sorted the bags.

That comment told me he likely was a queer, and my purpose of escape was intensified. 

I just intended to get my clothes at this point, and walk back out as quickly as possible. I could get dressed later. 'Screw the books!' I thought, panic intensifying.

I grasped my clothes and loafers just as the other boy darkened the doorway. I tried to scoot past him, but he blocked my exit, leaning against the jam with a grin.

The man acted oblivious to my panic; and simply said to shut the door, as we were letting flies in.

Looking up tearfully, with clothes cradled in my arms, I said I wanted to leave; and I turned, as if the obstruction would move, just upon that heartfelt sentiment; yet, with the boy still not budging, I then said;

‘’I know ya’ll are queer, but, I’m not, and want to go.’’ As if to be a reasonable.

The man then said; ’Well, you can’t have that swim suit. Pull my property off him, please? They are too big on you anyway.’

And, the teen did. With one simple jerk the yellow suit slid to my feet; and, a long moment passed. I finally kicked the damp yellow nylon at my feet across the room; and I never in my life felt more naked. I shed more tears, standing there involuntarily shaking; yet, to my astonishment I became hard, even in my embarrassment, facing them, still clutching my clothes and shoes.

‘’You are as bald as a baby around your pecker. Do you shave it?’’ Said the Man.

He picked up a towel that had rested on the chair’s back, walked over, grasped my small but hard penis, and then rubbed the towel about my genital area. He roughly turned me around and vigorously rubbed the towel between my ass cheeks and thighs, rubbing with more repetitions than necessary to dry. I rather enjoyed the attention despite my resolve.

‘'How was the swim?‘' the man asked, laying the towel down. And I stood motionless another long silence, with no abatement at my erection.

‘’Unless you want to walk outside like, with a boner, which I must say is cute; but that’s where you'll have to dress, for your trouble to me and rudeness; so, I suggest you put those clothes down and sit; and eat this food with us I just paid good money for.’'

‘'I want to go,’' I repeated.

‘'Oh ‘GO'? ‘' He echoed loudly.

''Show our guest to the toilet, and that irrigation dildo, to help him ‘go’ if need be, will ya?‘'

His minion snatched my clothes from my arms and threw them to the floor with a knowing smile to me, and pushed me along into the bath room.

I was stupefied by that audacity — and my nudity, which I oddly delighted in; walking long steps;  actually, swaggering my ass.

He showed me a short pipe like piece of metal with small holes drilled along the side and one hole in it’s rounded end, attached to a hose.

‘'Just stick it up that big white ass and turn on the water — whatever is up there will come out. Here, I’ll show you.’'

He dropped his trunks, stood in the tub, and turned his pimpled, hairy ass, to me; greased his hole with a dollop of Vaseline; and poked the pipe in, and turned the water on and quickly off. Then water spewed out his grey anus.

‘'Come over here and do it over the toilet.'’ And, I complied.

‘'Here, you've got to get it up your hole deeper than that.’'

And, he slid the pipe in back and forth a few times up my ass before saying it was ready.

I was like in a trance, or, as a puppet, while this guy positioned me, and turned on the water. The sensation was nice, though the insertion hurt a little; as said, it did what it was meant to do — GO.

The process was repeated another three times, and the teen led me back into the main room. I was crying again, and shivering, knowing I was made 'ready', along with having surrendered something.

''You didn’t hurt him; did you? Here lay across here and let me look?‘' He demanded with exaggerated concern.

I was gently pushed over the end of the hip high bed board, and my legs spread; I then felt my ass cheeks being parted. The man rubbed my anus with his big thumb, circling with the remaining Vaseline. He then abruptly pushed fingers in, digging along with them back and forth as he pushed in and out.

With his other arm he pushed the back of my head and face into the mattress. I then felt restraints of velcro being attached to my wrists and ankles. My feet were pulled to almost the foot posts of the bed and anchored, while my arms were pulled by ropes and attached to the head board side posts.

’Quiet him down, will ya?‘ and the teen inserted a lime sized ball of rubber into my mouth attached to straps, and buckled it to a gagging tightness. That caused me to panic more and start thrashing about, making muffled yells; frantic.

I yelped in pain, arching my back; yet, shocked anew, as the boy held my arms secured out front.  He pulled back upon my wrists, and him, stark naked again; his own very hard dick just in front; and the man, behind, pressed down with his other hand, just above my fanny, keeping my hips in place against the foot board — and, freaked as I was, I could still feel my penis pushing against the plank, slippery and hard.

There was mutual sex in my abject despair.

‘’Shall I pop your cherry before we eat or after?’‘ queried the man, as he slapped my fanny.

I couldn't speak but know my eyes must have looked terrified.

‘’Prime his hole up with this one.’’  I saw the teen given a rubber dildo, a little smaller than an average banana, and he quickly scooted behind me.

‘’He does have a great fanny, doesn’t he?’' said the greaser.

’Yes, he does; there is value to an ass of that quality,’’ as the big man pulled off his clothes revealing a very muscular and hairy torso; and to my eyes, monstrously huge hard cock.

The teen inserted that 6 inch dildo slowly up my ass as directed. Though it was painful to me at first, satisfying in a weird way too. Once in, he stroked it in and out slowly about a dozen times. And they both stopped and lighted cigarettes.

I muffled to them, and finally became understood I wanted one too. They undid my gag and gave me drags from theirs and then lit another. I said nothing and remained silent as the smoke calmed me, and I became silently conscious of my throbbing anus -- and I was horny.

''You are going to enjoy this I know if you've never done it before.'' The man crushed his cigarette out and went to the bathroom and peed.

The greaser then scooted to my face.

'‘It’ll hurt bad when pushes his dick in your ass. When he breeds your fanny you will think it’s horrible — and you’ll say to yourself you’ll never ever be a queer again; but, it is exactly what you’ll want; that same pain too, when you sneak off to go to Piedmont park at night, in just a week or two I'll bet. It won't be to turn a trick like I did; trust me on that. You'll do it for dick, you rich faggot.’'

And with that, he slowly blew smoke into my wet with tears, staring face, from only inches away; and his ugly, blocky toothed, pimpled face, laughed in mine. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the gag was strapped back on.

I knew I was at their mercy and my life is now forever changed toward what I feared most with Steve -- but, without Steve. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t rich or a faggot; though, my position reminded me I might actually be killed or tortured, even worse — they might cut off my balls, or penis. These people were crazy. Sex was crazy. I was terrified.

‘It’ll be over soon. Just go along with it.’  I prayed.

‘'I need to punish you for today; damaging my car; and, since I’ve decided not to take you to the police, I need  to do something you will remember. Punishment is needed. I’m going to whip you; which obviously your parents haven’t done properly.’’

The teen exhibited a gleeful toothy grin at the head of the bed and began stroking his fully hard dick, as he parked his knee caps under his arm pits sitting like a monkey. Then the man appeared beside him holding a flogger, which at the time seemed a weird thing.

‘’I’m going to whip you 15 times before I take your cherry. Get on his nipples will ‘ya Stu?’’

'Stu' was the first name I’d yet heard; and Stu scuttled between my outstretched tied arms, with his legs draped over my shoulders, Stu reached under my chest and grasped my nipples. I could feel his toes poking me at my sides — this put my face at his crotch, and ball gag at the head of his hard dick. His strong crotch odor to me was very unwelcome' -- just too much.

The man, mean time, powdered my fanny, and spent some time fondling and playing with my dick and balls; and I could tell i was hard again; even though Stu was hurting my nipples at the same time.

I felt the man gently slap the flogger over and around my powdered ass, as he pushed with his other hand, his thumb, against, and then in and out my anus. I panicked again and heaved out torrents of anguished sobs — ‘squealing like a pig’ in fact, as the teen gleefully called it.

‘Enough. Begin the count Stu.’

And, I received my first whipping. The first five seemed gentle, yet, the pain that intensified was beyond my idea that pain could be so bad by the time he finished; and I imagined my fanny would need many stitches — then Stu released my nipples.

He then powdered my fanny again and I felt with relief that no damage had been done as his warm hand glided over the mounds. He rubbed gently, pushing again at my anus, and again I became hard. He stroked it and fondled till I was hunching, as he pushed in more greasy fingers in and out my hole.

It was like at the time I was in a doctor’s office — once when a nurse held me, as I was given stitches on my hip after falling from my bike, to keep my panic from interfering. I recall becoming horny then, too.

Suddenly, I felt the head of his dick pushing in; yet the pain was overwhelming; and Stu still sat close; so, all I could see was his hard shaft and his ball sack bouncing against my forehead.

‘'Can I feed him my cock now?‘' Stu asked

‘’Sure,’’ said the man.

Stu removed the ball gag quickly.  He pulled back the foreskin off his dripping with pre-cum head, and pushed with his hard smelly cock upon my tightly closed lips — ‘open up faggot preppy.’ He teasingly coaxed .

’’Remember what I said?’'

And, I clenched my jaw.

‘’Open your mouth and suck his cock.’’  Shouted the man.

The man then rammed his thick  cock fully in my anus which startled me again with the sharp pain; and slapped my still stinging fanny. He then reached over and slapped my face, ‘Open, bitch?’

I opened just at another hard thrust, and found Stu’s stinky member gagging me. Stu was merciless and rather than let me breath, he fucked rapidly holding his palms tightly over my ears — and, as unexpectedly, he shot his sperm; a big load, on a deep thrust, that I had to mostly swallow; or strangle upon.

I’d heard boys boast of cum and describe it. But to me it was still a mystery substance; though not horrible tasting at least, and somehow I didn’t vomit though I'd gagged.

In the mean time, I was hearing moaning; and, the thrusting from the man increased — though my anus wasn’t hurting much — rather, actually liking it as he was pounded.

He spasmed and clenched his grip upon my hips, pulling me bodily up into his cock. My body pulled, it seemed a yard or more away from foot board.  My bonds stretched tight, he pushed in my rag doll ass. I felt his big hairy balls slap against my hairless taint; and he then shot cum in my anus.  I was released and dropped back down and his dick slipped out.

‘'Shall we cut his throat now?‘ asked Stu.

Stu howled with laughter, and slid back to me, nose to nose, and said,

‘’I bet that’s what you thought, isn’t it, you queer? — you preppy queer — ‘think you are so important.  Don't you? Well, yer just a faggot, cunt now.’’

God, I hated him.

The man said, ‘’ I may give him another whipping after lunch … You know you always were a ‘faggot, don’t you boy?’’

I then heaved out more cries of what then seemed tainted with hollow self-pity, since I felt strangely 'wonderful'; since, my body betrayed my desire to feel violated.

And, they untied me.

As I stood, I looked at my penis and saw it was half hard, but also dripping sperm too. I squeezed my penis to see almost jelly like sperm emerge, and realized for the first time it was mine. I felt my anus, still gaping open; and wondered if I’d always now have this big open butt hole. Then, I compared his and my sperm. I brought it to my mouth to taste.

'‘Look he’s eating his own cum.'’ Pointed Stu, laughing again.

'‘Ya’ll clean up, wash hands, let’s eat.’'