A Wild Ride
KC kept his hood up on his coat, and Loy couldn’t get a good look at his face. “This road will be washed out soon,” he informed Loy. “You can stay at the house if you like,” he offered, as he glanced at Loy’s crotch. “Thanks,” Loy said, not noticing the man’s glance. Just then the rain came down harder, much harder, as if the clouds had opened wide and were dumping all of their contents at once.
Loy felt the car begin to slide. “What’s happening?” “Oh, the road turns into mud pretty quickly out here when it rains.” He seems nice, thought Loy, but not much of a talker. “Turn here,” KC instructed, and Loy turned onto the road that led to KC’s house. Loy struggled with his old, usually reliable car, but it seemed as if the car didn’t want to turn toward the house. Loy cranked the wheel hard and the car finally gave in. “Some are harder to break than others, but they all have their breaking point,” KC said, looking straight ahead. The lane was long and winding, but at least it was not made of mud.
Strangely, the road was paved now, but Loy’s car still did not want to cooperate. It sputtered and slowed as they neared the old house that looked like something from a horror movie. The house was covered with thick moss and vines and overgrown hedges and trees. It was run down, at least on the outside. KC then said to Loy, “Better come on in. You’ll never get out of here tonight. We’re having a party tonight. Tonight is the night of the ritual. You haven’t been to the ritual yet, have you?” “No. I guess not,” Loy said, having no idea what the man was referring to, but happy to get out of the rain. Loy hurried behind KC as they slopped through the rain and the mud to the door of the house, and he followed KC inside.
KC was naked now, and Loy stared at him, wanting his hard rod inside the man’s mouth. KC walked all the way around Loy, looking at all of him, and then he stood behind him. Loy turned around and looked at KC. “Turn around, Loy,” KC ordered, and Loy turned back around, with his back now to KC. KC pulled Loy to him as he leaned against the wall. Loy could feel KC’s hard rod as he forced it between his butt cheeks. With one hand KC played with Loy’s nipple, and with the other hand he played with Loy’s cock. Loy gasped with the sensations.
The men that were once silhouettes now became real and they passed by Loy, one at a time, looking at him and watching as KC played with Loy’s balls. Some of the men reached out and tried to touch Loy, but KC slapped their hands away. KC whispered seductively to Loy, “No one touches you without my consent.” Loy’s cock was begging to be touched now, as was evident by the drop that glistened on the head of his hard cock.
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