Day 223 – Where Are You? – Short Story

“So tell me, seriously, why the fuck does Christmas turn you into such a sad mother fucker?” She says, landing next to him on the couch with a thud.

“I don’t want to talk about it okay, you’ve already asked me like five times, and each time, I’ve told you to fuck off,” he says, shoving her away.

“Don’t be a fucking jerk Trevor, I’ll suck your dick if you tell me.”

“W-W-What?”

“I said, I’ll suck you’re dick if you tell me.”

“I-I, I know, I heard what you said, but I just, w-wel..”

“You wanted to know if I meant it, right?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah I guess.”

“Pull down your pants, and I’ll start, then you tell me the story, and I’ll finish you,” she says with a big grin, Trevor looks at her for a few moments, as the blood rushes to his cheeks and another part of his body, and he quickly stands, and pull down his pants.

Okay, I know, this is going way off the rails, not where you thought a short story would go, if you were reading something on my blog, even though, I have been known to go off onto these rails from time to time, it has been a while, and to be honest, I can’t understand why. But, anyway, it’s not going to go where you think, see, she had a weird look in her eye, you know, one of those looks were you could randomly think of five or six different things that could be running through her head at the time.

Well, lets explore three of the things, you wouldn’t want to hear, or have happen, right now.

Possibility One:

As the blood rushes to his cheeks and another part of his body, and he quickly stands, and pull down his pants, his cock, half hard by now, jumps from his boxers, and she laughs.

“What’s so funny?” He asks.

“My brothers bigger than you, and he’s like super tiny, I hope you know how to use it,” she says, as she goes to grab it, he pushes her away with a look of disgust on his face.

“How do you know that about your brother?”

“How do you think?” She says with a broad grin.

Possibility Two:

As the blood rushes to his cheeks and another part of his body, and he quickly stands, and pull down his pants, his cock, half hard by now, jumps from his boxers, her face, turns white, and she throws up.

“Melissa, are you okay?” He asks quickly, as he tries to pull his pants back on, catching his hardening penis in the zipper of his pants, he screams with pain, as blood sprays from the catch point, it tears a huge chunk of skin away.

Possibility Three:

As the blood rushes to his cheeks and another part of his body, and he quickly stands, and pull down his pants, his cock, half hard by now, jumps from his boxers, and she grabs it in her hand, pulling him close.

“You’re going to enjoy this, and then, before you cum, you’re going to tell me why you hate Christmas, and if you don’t,” she says as she puts her mouth around his cock and bites down, causing him to grimace in pain.

 

END

 

 

 

3 Comments

  1. All three stories are quite suitable for the holidays.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. logangrey20 says:

    It’s a “choose your own adventure,” except each outcome is worse than the last!

    Liked by 1 person

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