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Daniel glanced out the window to check on the boys in the backyard. They’d been out there a while. He was not expecting to see his son Tucker making out with his ‘friend’, that boy Jon who had been new at his school this year.  Daniel was also not expecting Jon to be grinding against Tucker in wet underwear. He drew the blinds back and stepped away from the window. 

Daniel stood there, staring at the blinds trying to process this. “Well, I guess he inherited the gay half of his father’s bisexuality at least,” he muttered. He sat down at his desk. “Oh crap, I gave him the wrong birds and bees talk. He’s probably been looking up gods knows what on the internet…” Daniel rubbed his face with his hand. 

He reached for his cell phone and found the right contact. 
“Daniel! Nice to hear your voice.”
“Hey Nate. Likewise, your baritone is sexy as always, you doing phone sex yet?”
Nate snorted. “Well my stocks are looking pretty bad, but not that desperate yet. Why, you looking to be in a scene?”
Daniel scoffed. “Emma would kill me.”
“Yeah she would. Well you didn’t call me to propose porn, so what’s up?”
Daniel leaned back in the chair. “Sooo Tucker is currently making out with another boy in my backyard.”
Nate bellowed out a laugh. “You sound so indignant.”
“I didn’t need to see that. He’s practically humping that kid while they’re standing up in the sprinkler.”
“Kid? How old is he?”
“They’re both 17,” Daniel muttered.
“Ah teenagers.”
“Yes. Teenagers.”
“And you’re calling me because…?”
 “I need someone to give him the different version of the birds n bees talk than the one I gave him.”
Nate snickered. “Why me? You’ve been through the motions. We had a lot of fun in that hotel room in Cancun. Man, you were so hairy, I loved it. Sometimes I still wonder…”
“Nathaniel, honestly! We were in our 20s. You can’t possibly still be horny for me now.”
“Sweetheart, I’d fuck you in a second if you asked.”
Daniel didn’t respond to that immediately. “Well. That’s some new information.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to make it weird. You gotta gray fox thing going on. Don’t think I didn’t notice. But I know you got Emma, and I had my time, so I’ll be a good little gay boy and back off.”
“Thanks Nate, you were always a gentleman. I appreciate the confident boost at least. But seriously, I can’t give my son this talk. You need to do it. He needs a gay role model. Emma’s family is so… so…”
“Straight.”
“Eeyaah. And my family is so….uh….”
“Crazy?”
“Yeah.” Daniel sighed. “Please Nate. Teach my son before he goes off to college.”
“I would be honored. I will give him the proper education a young queer boy needs. Well start with a banana and condom and go from there.”
“Thank you Nate. I’ll give you some money if you need anything.”

They talked a bit about setting a time for Nate to come over, and then Daniel hung up. Perhaps out of morbid curiosity, Daniel peeked out the window again. The boys were now lying on top of each-other in the wet grass, Jon’s hips grinding down on Tuckers. Daniel quickly withdrew. “Fuck,” he muttered. His face felt warm. “I hate how much that Jon kid looks like Nate.”

Daniel walked over to the bookshelf and looked at a group photo taken at Cancun all those years ago. He picked it up and gazed at the tanned faces. “Man, Nate. It should have been you, but you know that right? I can’t let you fuck me again because it would be the end of my entire life. The sex would be great but not the damage it would cause. But you get a chance to teach Tucker he won’t be forced to pick one side of his sexuality just because he wants to start a family. That’s good enough isn’t it?” The Nate in the picture smiling back didn’t answer.
Daniel put the photo back and returned not to his desk, but to bottle of whiskey he kept next to the coffee bar in his office. He took a swig and returned it to its home. The alcohol relaxed his muscles. Daniel exhaled and returned to his seat. 
He put on his headphones, went back to finish what he was working on. The boys needed their privacy. If Tucker had inherited his dad’s tendencies, he probably also inherited his habit of being loud. 

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“So…are you in the mood?”
“The mood?” Rocky repeated. He rubbed the back of his hair and climbed onto the bed. “I mean, we’re in a motel room…”
“Yeah, but you seem nervous. You still want to go through with it?”
“Well,” Rocky stammered. “Just like. Um. Well. Are you in the mood? Like do you still want to do it with me? Cause like if you don’t I-”
“Get on the bed and lie on your back.”
Rocky raised an eyebrow. “O…kay..” he kicked off his shoes and got on the bed, propping his head up so he could see
Matías standing at the foot of the bed. “Now what?”
“Ask me that question again.”
“Which one?”
Matías tried to suppress his smile. “If I still want to do it with you.”
Rocky swallowed. He messed with the hem of the bedspread where it was folded over. “Do you still want to do it with me?”
Matías began to undo his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Rocky asked. He didn’t mean to sound so panicked.
Matías didn’t say anything, he just smiled, and continued undressing. He paused with his hands on his waistband, making sure their eyes were locked. Rocky’s eyes were wide and he hadn’t blinked in nearly a minute. Just seeing his bare stomach gave him such an intense feeling of desire. He wanted to touch Matías, caress him, trace that faint trail of hair south… Rocky’s mouth felt dry.

Matías pushed his pants down and stepped out of his clothes.
“Oh my god.” Rocky barely got the words out of his throat and nearly choked on them. He put his fist to his mouth and chewed on his thumbnail. “Jesus Christ. You’re – you’re naked.” He made a gesture with his other hand. “There is a naked man just -, well, you are very naked-”
“Does this answer your question?”
Rocky nodded rapidly.
“Do you still want to do it with me?”
“Yeah,” he squeaked.
“Good. Cause I bought all this stuff to try on you…” he climbed onto the bed between Rocky’s legs.
Rocky’s gaze rose from
Matías’s cock to his gaze.  “Stuff?” he said in one octave higher than before.
“Yes. Cause I knew you needed special, delicate handling to make it feel good for you.”
Matías finally saw Rocky blink.
“But first we need to get these pants off. Can I take your pants off?”
“Yeah, that’s gine, I mean that’s good, it’s fine. It’s fine.”
Matías chuckled. “First task is getting you to relax.”
“Then the second?”
Matías smirked and his eyes caught the light of the bedside lamp, giving the impression there was a spark in there. “Stimulation.”
Rocky swallowed hard. “Jesus Christ.” He crossed himself.
Matías chuckled. “Are you inviting a third man to join us?”
Rocky’s eyes went wide again. “Maybe – maybe um, I shouldn’t – be doing this.”
“Who cares if you should or shouldn’t? Do you want to?”
Matías undid Rocky’s zipper and parted back the fabric to reveal a straining bulge underneath. Rocky didn’t answer, but his chest was moving faster now.
Matías smirked again. “Good.” And he lowered his mouth.

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“Yeah…I can see it. Your rack n’ pinion’s leaking.”
“What?” Sing looks down. “Wait, are you talking about my cock and balls or what?”
Lochlan snorts. “No. It has to do with your power steering.”
“Stiiiilll not sure if we’re talking about foreplay?”
“No, sweetheart, we’re talking about the steering. In your car. You know, like, the wheel? Vroom vroom car go left?”
“Ugh you are such a bitch sometimes. I’d be more mad but I’m distracted by your legs.” Sing runs his hand up and over Lochlan’s knee and down his thigh.
“You can’t help yourself huh?”
“Pft, no, I can see up your shorts. You’re so shameless Daddy, it’s so hot.”
“I’m not shameless, I’m casual. You’re just- huh it’s coming from above. You’re just horny, Sing. Really horny. Like all the time.”
“Not all the time.”
“Hand me the drip pan and the wrench, so I can drain the oil.”
“The wha?”
“That plastic bowl with the silver thing in it.”
Sing pushes it under the car.
“Yes, all the time. Remember last month when we were at Geraldo’s house, and it came up how many time him and Casey have sex, and they said like one a week. And you gasped. And when Geraldo found out how often I fuck you, he asked me if I was under duress and said to call him if my dick needed to be rescued?”
“That makes me sound slutty.”
“Well if the duck quacks-”
“Ugh, I should be offended, but I’m kind of getting turned on by it actually…” Sing scoots forward and slides his hand up Lochlan’s shorts. He let his hand cover Lochlan’s penis. “Mn it’s warm. I love you feel in my palm. So thick…” Sing moves his hand around.
“Don’t play with my balls or I’m going to fuck this up.”
Sing sighs. “Damn.”
Lochlan can’t hold back a chuckle. “Hand me the rag and the oil filter wre-…the shiny thing that looks like it could grip a can.”
“But I’d have to take my hand off your cock to reach it,” Sing pouts.
“Sing.”
“Fine fine.” Sing stretches out to grab it, hastily handing it to Lochlan before returning to what he was doing. “I do appreciate you changing the oil on my car Daddy. You do take such good care of me.”
“You’re welcome. And you take good care of me. Actually that feels rather nice. Although I’m going to have to stand up soon to put the oil in your car.”
“Find more stuff wrong down there.”
Lochlan snorts. “Well you’re going to need new brakes at some point. Hand me the new filter, in the small paper box. And the silver thing sticking out of my bag on the left side. It’s a torque wrench.”
Sing passes both over. “You’re so nice and hard. I could play with this for a long time. Just moving your foreskin around is fun.”
“You have until I install this, cause then I need to stand up.”
“Ugh fine. You never last long when I’m giving you handies anyway.”
“Hey Sing?” Lochlan said.
“Yeah?”
“You know how to install an oil filter?”
“Pfft, fuck no.”
Lochlan pushes his hips up to rock against into firm Sing’s grip. “Mmh. Well. You take the filter. And you need to lubricate it, you see. So you dip your finger into the oil in the pan. And it’s still warm from when you drove your car earlier. Once you have it on your finger you rub it…in circles…around the seal…so it’s nicely lubricated. And once you’re doing making circles you uh….take the filter and screw it in. But you need the torque wrench to make sure the fit is nice and tight. Hear that? Hear the click of the torque wrench? That means it’s under the riiiiiight amount of pressure. It has to be secure in its hole. Or else, the oil will squirt out.”
Sing whimpers.
“Are you hard, Sing?”
“Uh huh.”
“Don’t touch yourself. And don’t slack off. Make me cum.”
“Uh? Oh yeah. I was just staring at your erection straining in your shorts…you’re so hot Daddy,” Sing sighs. He returns to stroking Lochlan.

Lochlan exhales. He leans his head back, closes his eyes, and lets the orgasm roll over him. “Oh that’s nice,” he murmurs. “Slow down slowly….stroke…yeah like that. Good boy. Nnnggg…”
“You’re twitching like it’s alive in my hand,” Sing purrs. “I love feeling you cum in my hand. Just so much cum everywhere. I’m always in awe how much your balls hold.”
“You make them fill up. Man, I haven’t cum in my shorts in a long time. Feels like I’m 15 again.”
“You would cum in your pants at 15?’
“Yeah. I was embarrassed about masturbation, and thought doing it to thinking about guys was wrong. And this family lived next door had this older high school kid who would always mow the lawn in gym shorts and no shirt. Just watching him would make me explode. I’d be rubbing up against the wall and not like even realize it. Or like. I was into a lot of sports at school…lotta moments losing it in my cup.”
“Holy fuck, I want all those stories. I want to hear about you sweaty and sticky and unable to tell anyone.” Sing’s voice falters.
Lochlan was grinning under the car.
“When did you get comfortable jerking off?”
“17. When I discovered what a bottom was. Stole a kink magazine from a porn store. Man, that was a lesson I didn’t get in high school. I needed to masturbate or it would hurt down there from blue balls.”
Sing swallows and licks his lips. “Daddy please let me touch myself, I’m going to go crazy.”
“How about this. When I’m doing pouring the oil, you can clean my cock with your tongue and jerk off if you want.”
“I do want. I do want a lot. How long does it take to pour oil?” Sing peers under the car.
Lochlan wiggles out and grabs for another towel to wipe his hands on. “I think I need to call Geraldo and tell him I’m under duress.”
Sing sticks his tongue out.
Lochlan sits up. “Wow you are hard in your little yoga shorts. Alright, new plan. Strip. Knee. Suck. I want you to cum at my feet.”
Sing gasps. “Oh my god.” A wet spot blooms on his shorts.
“Clothes. Off.”
“But the garage door…”
“Stays open. The car will block the view.”
“Damn Daddy,” Sing whispers. He stands up and wiggles out of his clothes. “If all mechanics were like you my car would always be up on its maintenance!”
Lochlan has a feeling if that was true, that Sing would intentionally be putting down nails in the road and running them over. But he didn’t say that. He was looking forward to Sing’s tongue bath and watching him finish himself off.  
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Ryan stood under the cold spray of the outdoor shower and thought. The shock of the water temperature on this summer day mixed with the post-nut clarity lead him to feeling ashamed of himself. Ryan, seriously – you let the farrier fuck you? That guy? He’s old enough to be your dad almost. And he’s not even that hot. That was a bit slutty of you. You don’t need to be laid that badly do you? Ryan ran his hands over his face. Do I? It was two weeks since the last one, when I hooked up with that Grindr guy passing through town. Usually I can last a month. Maybe it’s cause it’s hot and everyone’s shirtless. Ryan was not convincing himself. Mostly because it felt pretty good to get laid, and Ryan knew he needed more of it. He could not deny that.

Ryan turned off the water and shook off the droplets. It would be another six weeks before the farrier came back to the ranch. Is this going to become a steady thing? Ryan wondered. He liked the idea of having a steady fuck, even if it was the farrier. Six weeks was still a long time to be considered “steady” in most places, but out here in the middle of nowhere that was still considered pretty lucky.

Ryan sighed and toweled off his muscles. God, if he could get laid once a week – maybe twice a week! – that would be heaven. Ryan glanced up and realized his horse Marcy was staring at him on the other side of the fence. She’d not seen him naked before. Ryan pointed a finger at her. “Don’t get any ideas. Also, can you go find me a prince? Thanks.” She snorted and walked off.
Ryan sighed. He needed a man. In the old days you could just place an ad in the paper for a “country husband”. “Country slut needs gay ranchhand” would not work. Ryan was gonna have to get creative. Now he’d been freshly fucked, all he was gonna think about for a while was getting his next dick. This was a problem that could not be solved by a trip to the feed store.

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“Uncle Randy? Why are you in my bathtub? Shit. Did Aunt Margy kick you out again?”

“Yeah. Your dad said I can crash here until she takes me back.”

“Fuck. What happened this time?”

“I dunno. She thinks I drink too much.”

“Shit, man. Wait a minute … are you drinking my beer?”

“Yeah, sorry. Your dad said to help myself. I’ll pay you back.”

“It’s fine. Forget about it. You bunking in my room or the living room couch?”

“Was hoping your room. I’ve got a 5-day load in these balls.”

“OK. Finish your bath. I’ll be ass up on the bed, the way you like me.”

“Thanks, boy. You’re a good nephew.”

“Uncle Randy? I think you get Aunt Margy to kick you out on purpose just so you can crash here, drink beer, and fuck my ass.”

“Yeah, no shit. Now grab me another beer and get your ass on that bed for me, faggot.”

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Of course, after all that booze, Uncle Randy couldn’t even get his cock up. Which was a shame cause it was a hell of piece, a thick long thing that any horny college student would want to ride. So you stood there, naked and lithe and gorgeous, while Uncle Randy ogled you in horrendous frustration.
You sat in a chair across from him. “Well, I guess it’s time we had the talk. Listen, Uncle Randy, you’re an alcoholic. You’re family, but barging into my apartment and drinking my beer? Not cool dude. You wanna fuck my little faggot ass or whatever, yeah, fine. Like duh, of course I want steady dick. But come on, dude you need to get your shit together. Aunt Margy don’t deserve having another son to look after. You’re supposed to be an adult.”
Uncle Randy’s face grew red. “How dare you talk to me like that you little shit! You’re 22, you don’t know anything.”
“Says the man I found drinking in a my college apartment’s bathtub and has a sad non-existent boner.”
Uncle Randy looked apoplectic. “Why you piece of -!” He tried to get up, but it was hard when you’re that drunk, and at first swing he over balanced. You had to hold him up to prevent him from falling over.
“Oof! God you’re heavy! Sit on the bed before you fall on top of me.”
Uncle Randy grabbed your ass and planted a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “Come on make out with me.”
“Uncle Randy sit the fuck down.” You shove him back on the bed and sighed. “Now you stay there, and you sleep this off. Tomorrow you start getting sober.” You wagged your finger at him one more time. Then you shut the door and left him in there like a petulant child. So weird to have to treat your Uncle that way, but fuck this had to stop.

The next morning, you came back from class and he was nursing a hang-over a bowl of cereal and Gatorade. He was wearing boxers.
“Hey,” Uncle Randy said as you walked in.
“Nice of you to get up today.”
Uncle Randy flipped you off. “Did you have class? Or were you off fucking some hot rugby jock?”
“I let him fuck me on the weekend, and it’s Saturday, so I had class. What are you still doing here? Usually you slink off back to Aunt Margy’s by now.”
Uncle Randy sighed. “Yeah. She texted me and told me not to come back tonight. She needs to ‘think’.” He scoffed. “Whatever that means. But I think …maybe you were right, a little bit. I should stop drinking less. I mean, if my dick isn’t even working, that’s an emergency.”
“I was hoping you’d be a little more concerned that you drove here last night, but if we can get to the same result through your cock that’s fine by me.” You grabbed a bowl and poured yourself some cereal.

Uncle Randy winced. “Yeah. I did drive here. And I still want a beer.”
“Is your cock working this morning?”
“It should. Why? You cravin it?”
You rolled your eyes. “Cause I’ll make you a deal. You can keep fucking my ass, but you need to go to rehab. In or out patient, I don’t care. You make an appointment, you get to fuck me. You go to your appointments, you fuck me more. But you need to get to the bottom of your drinking – and I’m not the bottom.” You pointed the spoon at him.
Uncle Randy considered you across the table. “I hate the idea of needing rehab but….I do like the idea of fucking my way to drinking less.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” You pointed to his phone. “Make some calls. I’m gonna go shower and review my notes. You have an hour to do that and come find me, and then I’m jerking off, cause these balls are blue after your bullshit last night.” With that, you set your bowl in the sink and walked into the other room, leaving Uncle Randy stunned.

For a while, Uncle Randy was quiet, and then you heard him making calls. You went over your notes.

An hour later, Uncle Randy wandered in your room with his phone. He looked like a little child who had tried to tape back a vase he broke.
“What’s up?” You asked. You weren’t wearing underwear under your basketball shorts, and the way you were sitting with your thighs open made it super obvious. Uncle Randy definitely noticed. “Uh.” He glanced up at you and handed you his phone. “Check that out.”

You took it and looked at the screen. It was an e-mail confirming his appointment at an outpatient clinic for 5:30 pm.
You beamed at him. “I’m very impressed with you.”
Uncle Randy blushed. “Thanks,” he muttered. “My boss gave me some days off. He’s a nice guy.”
“I’m very proud of you.”
Uncle Randy sighed. “I want a beer.”
“You want a beer or my ass?”
He looked annoyed this was his choice. “Your ass. I do believe by our verbal contract, I am owed it. Get on the bed ass up, the way I like it.”
You licked your lower lip. “Yes, Sir. You earned it.”

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You watch from between the blinds of your trailer window. Look at that, full moons. Not thieves prowling the construction site at all, just some horny rascals looking for a thrill and a fuck. You chuckle. Reminds you of yourself back at that age. Those boys assumed no one would be here on a Sunday. You just happened to pick this day to catch up on some work orders and paperwork as your office manager had been out with the flu. Wasn’t too much to catch up on. Definitely a little time to unzip your jeans and enjoy the show. Gotta make sure no equipment gets damaged after all. God help them if they jizz on the controls though, they’ll be cleaning it off with their tongues!

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Jack tossed his cap on the counter. “Stop stop. I’ve had enough of
this. Aaron this, Aaron that. You can’t go one hour without saying his
name. I know I invited you over here cause you’ve been depressed, but
now I see that’s cause you’re just wallowing in it.”
Mick pouted.
“Well I mean – what do you expect me to do? It was such a stupid fight,
and it was going so well. He was so hot, and he fucked me a lot. How can I live
my life knowing if he will or won’t ask me back. I miss him.”
Jack walked up to Mick. “If he takes you back, don’t go.”
“W-what? Why not? I would in a heartbeat! It’s all I can think about.”
“Aaron
didn’t appreciate you. He didn’t care about your feelings. Do you
listen to yourself when you talk about the fight? From what I hear Aaron
barely acknowledged you were in a relationship. Sounds like he kept you
around as a convenient lay. You deserve better. And yeah he’s hot.
Maybe he’s a good fuck. But you’re so young, and have so many hot fucks
ahead of you. Don’t waste your best years on dumb guys who don’t treat
you well., especially in bed.”
“Easy for you to say! You have no
problem getting guys. It’s so hard…I’m not hot like you. I don’t know
when my next fuck or boyfriend comes along?”
Jack smiled a little. “You think I’m hot, Michael?”
Mick flushed. “Well – I mean, you’re attractive yeah. Hotter than me.”
Jack
lifted Mick’s chin with his thumb. “Hey. Don’t put yourself down so
much. You have a classic, American boy next door look. And those boys
becomes hot daddies. Definitely desirable.”
Mick’s gaze glanced to
the side. “Everyone wants a model’s face. A boy next door look? I don’t
know anyone who finds that attractive.”
“Me.”
Mick swallowed. “…You?”
“Yeah.”
“…But you’d never fuck me.”
Jack smiled. “You never asked.”
Mick blinked.
“It
doesn’t have to mean anything, but…if you let me, I’d show you just
what it’s like when a man cherishes you during sex. I feel like you’ve
never had that. Makes me sad.”
“Cherishes …me?” Mick whispered.
“Yes. Can I kiss you?”
Mick considered his friend’s face and then nodded.

Jack
didn’t pounce, but leaned in, gentle as a kitten. Mick exhaled softly
through his nose. Jack didn’t rush to grope. He waited for Mick to
relax, kiss back. That’s when he cupped the back of Mick’s head and took
a step forward, deepening it, adding tongue. He half expected Mick to
tighten, panic, withdraw, grumble how it was all a mistake. But Mick
melted against him. His pulse quickened. He twisted his fingers in
Jack’s shirt. There. He was ready.

They never made it to the bed.
Almost. Mick had Jack standing up, hand braced on the mattress for
support. Jack didn’t want to break the touches, the kisses. The way Mick
was caressing him was divine. It made him feel so warm. All that horny
frustration was floating right to the surface. For the first time he
felt so impatient to be fucked. He arched against Jack, trying to convey
how he felt. His head was too muzzy for speech. It took Mick a moment
to realize that he was acting slutty. It excited him. He’d never been so
deep in bottom headspace before. Hell, his own cock seemed kind of
irrelevant. He was hard for sure, but Jack’s cock was much more
interesting. He wanted it. He wanted a man inside him. Jack heard a voice say. “Put it in me.” and was shocked to realize it was his own.

When
Jack penetrated him, his knees nearly gave in. Oh sweet merciful Jesus,
it didn’t even hurt! I just slid right in. Mick could smell the scent
of lube and sweat and cum. The scent of sex. Was it really supposed to
be like this? Could it always be like this? It was never like this was Aaron.

Mick decided Jack was right – if Aaron tried to take him back, he wouldn’t go.

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Horned up after their shower, being instructed to oil each-other sent them into a make-out frenzy. They began making out before the director gave the cue. They didn’t care about directors and lights and noises. They had been unlocked after being restrained for a week, and their ability to resist impulses was down to zero. There was cock, and ass, and a bed, and they were going to fuck. Eventually someone hit “record” and just let them have at it. Natural-style porn always sold well, so the directors just let the boys give in to their natural instincts to rut. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

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Me and the boys summoning a top

This is correct cause tops are demons

“Ok, so it says once our knees are over the circles on the floor, we have to join hands and say the chant with you repeating after me.” Joey starts.
“Will this really work?” John asks.
“It better,” Chris interjects. “I’m so fucking horny.”
“Can we summon a top with four dicks?” John. “He can fuck us all at once.”
Joey looks at the book. “That seems too advanced.”

Michael snorts. “His dicks would have to be so long to fuck us all at once.”
”Ew….” John says.
“Look, one dick is fine as long as he can USE it,” Chris says.
“Is the demon going to be white?” Michael asks.

“What?” Chris asks.
“I mean, we’re all white. Is the demon gonna be white? It’d be hot if he were black…”
”Uh, is that an option?” another says.
Chris. “I don’t care what color that dick is. Dick is dick.”
Joey flips through the book. “Look, we’re still new at this. Let’s make sure we can SUMMON a top first before try like, customizing it.”
John sighs. “Joey is right.”

Joey clears his throat. “Alright, let’s join hands.” Joey sets the book on his knee. After they join hands, Joey reads the Latin and his friends repeat after him. When the chant ends, the flames go out.
Several boys gasp. Everyone is frozen still, looking at each other, waiting to see what happens.

“Now…what?” Chris whispers.
John clears his throat. “I was sort of expecting him to like, come out of the floor…”
“That’s silly,” Michael says.
“So what were you expecting?”
“Well I –”

John is cut off by the sound of a knock at the door.

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