Big Cock Fun - (2, 1) Go over to Mike's place.
From Create Your Own Story
"I'll be going for a walk outside, okay mum?"
"Sure, honey, if you had been here a bit earlier, your father just left to go for a run, you could've joined him ..."
"That's alright, maybe I'll see him anyways." And you smirk mischievously, having something a bit differently in mind that doesn't involve your dad.
"He shouldn't be far. Still I don't know what it is today, but he was off like a monster was chasing him ... never seen him so motivated, either."
His behavior was pretty weird and you don't know who he is meeting or what he exactly plans to do, but right now you're more interested in a certain red-head. You've been at Mike's a few times, before turning 16, when your parents asked them to look after you (your mother wasn't so ... "prejudiced" against Mike at the time). But you haven't been there in quite some time.
"He probably just wanted to burn some energy." You argue.
"Maybe. Have fun and don't forget that dinner is at 7, alright? If you catch your dad, you can remind him, too."
"I will, thanks! Later!"
You leave the house and take a look around, seeing your father at the end of the road, where it leads into the forest. You head in the same direction, but instead of going all the way, you turn into one of the drive-ways. Since it's Saturday, you just assume that he's home, though, you're not actually sure what he does for a living, but you heard your parents say that he gives massages to earn some extra cash, when he has the time. He also offered your parents free massages a few times. But that was when he was already out of your mother's good graces and she didn't want your dad to take him up on it either. You ring the bell and wait. After a minute or so, you ring again. There is movement in the house and a moment later the door opens, treating you to a sleepy-looking Mike, wearing pajama pants over his underwear and nothing else, showing his muscular physique.
"Wha ... who? Tyler? That you?"
"Sure am, Sir!" You beam, he's only wearing pajama pants and probably some underwear.
"Didn't recognize you for a moment. You filled out pretty well, didn't you? Must have gotten that from your dad, I guess." While he had been drowsy at first, he suddenly seemed pretty lively, grinning a toothy smile. "What can I do for you? How are Emily and Vincent?"
"Same as ever, I guess. My father's out running."
"Haha, sounds like him. They didn't go together?" He seemed quite interested in that. Maybe you're not the only one, who thinks they are fucking during those runs.
"No, not this time. But, anyway I was kinda bored at home and didn't know what to do. So I went out and when I passed your house, I thought, I'd at least say 'hi'" You give him a charming smile. "But if it's a bad time, I don't wanna keep you."
He seems a bit confused that you'd choose to come over like this, as he thinks about it. True, the two of you never talked much, even when he and Melinda looked after you. Most of the time he just played video games with you and lately the two of you haven't seen each other much, so little in fact, he didn't recognize you, if that's not telling. He then smiled again. "Naah, it's fine. Actually, it's probably good you came over. Without Melinda, I was pretty bored myself, took a nap just now. Come on in!" You walk in and he closes the door, following you further inside.
"Can I offer you something to drink? We have juices, water and beer in the fridge. Are you even allowed to have beer?"
"I'm sixteen, Sir, so no."
"Never had a beer?" It didn't seem possible to him, you laugh.
"I never said that, Sir! My parents let me have one once in a while since I turned sixteen. And I had a few with friends."
"Well, if you drop the "Sir" and call me "Mike", I'd let you have one, if you want. As long as you don't tell your mother. Would probably never let me near your house again, if she knew."
"In that case, you have a deal, Mike! So, you know how my mother thinks about you?"
"Hahahaha ... Emily is good at a lot of things, but subtlety is not one of her strong suites, you know? The moment Vincent kept us separate it was painfully obvious that I was thrown out of her comfort zone. But I can't complain, things are still good. Melinda and her are certainly going strong and I like your dad a lot."
"Oh ... That why you grope his butt?" You grin almost innocently.
"You're quite the perceptive one, aren't you?" He starts to laugh heartily and takes 2 beers from the fridge and opens them.
"Maybe subtlety just isn't your strong suite either?"
"And quick on the trigger, too, I like it. No, never believed in it, honestly. If there's something on my mind I wanna share, I sure will." He hands you your beer and guides you to the couch, already drinking heavily from his bottle.
"So, what are you in the mood for, Tyler?"
You want to ...?
