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Steve the Man of Virtue
 

John Aitek
July 2011
Version 2

 
CHAPTER ONE

Steve sat on the sofa at home one Sunday afternoon when all of a sudden he felt 
sexually aroused. His birthday had only been last week, and he had turned 
thirty. What really bothered him during his birthday was the fact that he was 
still a virgin. His friends at work had been putting him down for being a 
virgin. He feared that if he didn't put in significant effort to have sex while 
he was still somewhat young, he would blow the opportunity forever and may 
regret it when he was an old man.

To be fair to Steve, he had had a sexual experience before with another man, but 
during that incident he wasn't able to maintain an erection, so in his mind that 
incident did not count.

About a month ago Steve picked up his brother and, while looking for a parking 
spot, he noticed that he was parked right next to a "relaxation centre." That 
night he looked on the internet and realized that this was a fully licensed 
brothel. If he was unable to attract a woman naturally, he might have to resort 
to using the services of a prostitute.

Realizing that his pondering this issue only led to despair, Steve stood up and 
walked to the bedroom door. He made sure it was locked because he was about to 
look at pornography and he didn't want his mom walking in. When he returned to 
his computer, Steve turned on a slideshow that shuffled randomly through 
thousands of pornographic images on his computer, presenting each image for five 
seconds before moving on to the next image. Most of these images were images 
from the internet, but not all of it was pornographic. He also liked to collect 
images of cars that he liked, such as Ferraris, Bugattis, and even some Toyotas.

For thirty minutes Steve lifted dumbbells. While body building, he had the 
computer speakers on, and he loved listening to Mozart, Bach, Holst, Vivaldi, 
and Handel.

While body building, he stared at the computer screen, staring at the 
pornographic images that shuffled in front of his eyes. Since the bedroom had no 
windows, it was dark even though it was one o'clock during the day. The darkened 
room, the music, the images of beauty before his eyes, the smell of sweat, as 
well as the dizzying heat from exercise--all this created a solemn mood within 
Steve. He felt both anxious and angry.

After the body building, he crossed off the task from his to-do list for the 
day. Since he had been exercising, both his pants and t-shirt were soaked in 
sweat. He stripped naked and left his clothes on the carpet. His mother would 
pick it up eventually. He checked today's weather forecast on the internet. It 
was going to be hot, which was not surprising given it was summer. He opened the 
wardrobe. He had twelve t-shirts and twelve short pants that he wore for hot 
days. He pulled out two dice from his pocket, rolled them on the desk, and 
received a sum of nine. He took the ninth t-shirt from the left. He rolled the 
dice again and received a sum of two, so he took the second short pants from the 
left. He put his clothes on and walked out of the bedroom.

Steve wanted to go to the bathroom to floss his teeth, but while he was in the 
corridor he saw his mother. Steve, at six feet tall, was five inches taller than 
his mother, who was a slim brunette with small breasts and a face with sharp and 
distinctive features.

"Steve, are you hungry yet?" asked Mother. "You haven't eaten since the 
morning."

Steve nodded. "Uh, yep. I'm hungry."

She looked at her watch. "It's already lunch. I'll go microwave you some 
lasagna, okay?"

"Okay."

Steve went to the bathroom and flossed his teeth. He went back to his bedroom to 
cross off the task from his to-do list before walking to the kitchen to eat. He 
sat on the kitchen table with his mom opposite him. Both mother and son ate 
lasagna.

"Where's dad?" Steve asked.

"I don't know." The mother shrugged. "He just left this morning."

"I might go walk around soon to get some exercise."

Mother nodded. "So how's work?"

Steve shrugged. "Alright. Nothing much happening."

"Have you saved enough for a home yet?"

"You want me to move out?"

"I'm not forcing you to move out, but I think getting a house would be good for 
you. A house is a good investment, Steve, and maybe you'll get married one day, 
so you'll definitely need to move out."

Steve shook his head. "A house is not a good investment, and neither is 
marriage."

The mother's eyes widened.

Steve spoke. "I pay you three hundred a month to help you pay the bills. Is that 
not enough?"

Mother smiled. "That's more than enough, Steve. I just--I don't know--I just 
want to see you happy."

"I'm satisfied with my life."

"You're thirty now, and you have a good job, and you're handsome..." Mother 
started laughing. "I don't want to see you waste what you've got. You should get 
married."

Steve shook his head. "There's no point. Fifty percent of marriages end in 
divorce. The expected return from marriage is negative. I don't want to mess 
with divorce lawyers and marriage counsellors. The average marriage celebration 
costs over twenty thousand. It's not worth it."

"But you can afford it. How much money do you have now?"

"My net worth is about four-hundred thousand."

"Wow! You won't even need to get a mortgage to buy a house. Just buy it with 
cash. Your wife will be very lucky to have you as a husband. With the money you 
have you can buy a lovely diamond ring for her."

"When I was young, you always told me to save up and live below my means, and 
now you want me to buy a diamond ring."

"You have to spend money on something. What will do with all that money?"

"I will spend it on necessities."

"Like what?"

"Food, water, shelter, clothes, energy, guns..."

"What do you need guns for?"

"Self-defence."

"I don't think that's necessary."

"You complain about corrupt politicians all the time, Mom. What if one day they 
came out to get us?"

Mother laughed. "I think you need to relax and be optimistic. Steve, please. 
Just be normal. Is this how you behave at work?"

"Mom, don't worry. I'm happy being single. I'm not good around women anyway. 
Women hate me!"

Mother thought for a moment. "If you can't find a good wife, I can find one for 
you."

"You want to arrange a marriage for me?"

"Why not? I have connections. I can talk to friends. I know many young girls for 
you. I can set up a date. I know many women who would kill to marry my son." Her 
face beamed with pride. "What do you think, Steve?"

He sighed. "I don't know about it." He shook his head. "I don't think I'll..."

"Come on!" interrupted his mother. She put her hand on his elbow. "Please, 
Steve, give it a try."

"Maybe," he said. "I suppose."

 

CHAPTER TWO

Steve felt excited with the prospect of meeting his new date, but he was also 
quite nervous. He looked at his watch and noticed it was still five in the 
afternoon, and his dinner date wasn't in a few hours. He checked his wallet and 
noticed that he had ten one-hundred dollar bills inside (one thousand dollars in 
total), which was plenty of money.

Since he had done everything he needed to do for the day (e.g. body building), 
Steve wanted to look at pornography. In one drawer in his desk he had hundreds 
of CDs, all filled with pornography. He grabbed a random CD from the draw and 
put it in the CD-ROM driver in his computer. He decrypted the contents of the CD 
and, before opening the files, stood up and made sure his bedroom door was 
locked.

Steve noticed the pornographic files were not picture files but video files. He 
put earphones on to listen to the audio. The pornographic video he watched today 
featured a young girl, maybe nineteen, giving oral sex to a man whose upper body 
was concealed with a white blanket. Steve's pants were down to his knees. He 
rubbed his erect penis. He paused from the masturbation and grabbed a bottle 
filled with vegetable oil, which he used as lubricant.

After spreading the vegetable oil all over the palm of his right hand, he heard 
the door on his bedroom shaking.

"Steve," said his mother. "Open up."

Steve freezed. Very quickly he grabbed facial tissues and wiped his hands till 
they were dry. He stopped the video, pulled up his pants, and turned off the 
monitor.

When Steve opened the door, his mother took a step inside and looked 
suspiciously at the room.

"It's very humid in here," she said. "You look very tired, Steve. You should 
have a shower now."

"It's okay, Mom. I don't need a shower yet. I'll have one at night."

"I've arranged the date with you tonight," said Mother. "If you don't know 
already, her name's Ella. Go have a shower now. She'll be here soon."

"How long will this date be?"

Mother laughed. "It depends. Maybe she'll invite you over to her house. It might 
take a long time."

*

Steve had showered and dressed up in the same suit he usually wore to work. 
Tonight he wore a light-blue necktie. His mother groomed his hair for him.

He was at first worried about the date, but when Steve saw Ella walk into the 
house, he felt different. She was a beautiful woman, slim, maybe five feet tall 
with blonde shoulder-length hair and light blue eyes. She wore a black dress and 
had small-to-medium-sized breasts. She looked very elegant.

Steve walked up to her and shook her hand. "Hi, I'm Steve," he said shyly.

Ella smiled. She had straight white teeth. "I already know your name, Steve. 
Your mother's already told me so much about you."

Steve looked at his mother nervously before looking back. "So where are we going 
tonight?"

Ella shrugged. "It's up to you."

"I don't know," said Steve. "As far as my preferences are concerned, I am 
indifferent."

Steve's mother spoke. "What about the Shark Fin Inn, that Chinese restaurant?"

Ella's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, yes, that's what I had in mind 
myself."

"I don't know that place," said Steve. "You'll have to direct me while I drive."

"Are you driving or am I driving?" asked Ella.

"Maybe we should roll a die," said Steve. "An odd number means I drive."

Steve's mom interrupted quickly before Steve had a chance to move. "Take your 
car, Ella. You drive him. I'll be using Steve's car tonight to do some late-
night grocery shopping."

Steve and Ella left the house and walked outside to Ella's car on the side of 
the road. The sun was just setting. Steve noticed that Ella drove a BMW 320i. It 
was probably a more comfortable car than his Ford Ka. Steve was just thankful 
that he didn't have to drive because he hated driving. The couple got into the 
BMW, Ella in the driver's seat and Steve in the passenger's seat.

"So what do you do for a living?" asked Ella.

"I'm an accountant. I've been working with the government now for a little over 
five years."

"I see. It's good that you're such a successful guy. The last few guys I dated 
were losers. One of them was a garbageman. I like to be with a man with 
ambition. I want a man who knows what he wants."

"I must warn you that I'm not very ambitious," said Steve. "Very often I don't 
know what I want, and very often I let randomness control me. I find that those 
who are too decisive make bad decisions because they don't think through their 
decisions, and most decisions in life are so complicated that it is just so 
liberating to let yourself be ruled by randomness, by nature."

Ella started the car and revved the engine.

Steve spoke. "So what do you do for a living, Ella?"

"I'm a scientist. I work at the Howard Hughes Lab."

"So you do biomedical research?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Are you trying to find the cure for malaria?"

Ella laughed. "No, I don't think so. Actually I don't even know what we're 
doing. The head scientist knows all that."

"You know, a cure for malaria would save many lives in Africa."

Ella smiled and shook her head. "I don't really care about my job. Don't talk 
about science. I don't want to think about it. I wish I had a job that allowed 
me to earn money from doing nothing."

 

CHAPTER THREE

Ella was excited to go to dinner at Shark Fin Inn. A waiter ushered her and 
Steve to a seat, and as she sat waiting for meals to be delivered to her, she 
looked at her surrounding and took note of all the people around her. Ella loved 
being in places that were filled with many people. The last thing she wanted was 
to be alone and isolated. She liked being around people because it made her feel 
like she was somewhere special.

Initially Ella wanted to eat the shark fin soup, which she heard was delicious 
at this restaurant, but after browsing through the pictures of food on the menu 
that was displayed to her, she decided to mainly eat rice and oyster.

After dinner finished, Ella invited Steve to stay over at her house, and Steve 
accepted the invitation. Ella lived in a small apartment in South Yarra near the 
city. She parked her BWM in the underground car park and took Steve up the lifts 
to her apartment. Ella figured this would be a good opportunity for Steve to 
meet her roommate Leni.

Ella and Steve walked into the apartment to find Leni sitting on the wooden 
floor playing with toy cars. Steve noticed that Leni was almost a carbon copy of 
Ella. Both were young, slim blonde girls. Leni was definitely a teenager but 
Steve was unsure whether she was over eighteen or not.

"Leni, this is Steve, my date, and Steve this is Leni, my roommate. You two 
spend some time with each other while I go upstairs to get changed. Maybe all 
three of us can go out to have supper somewhere."

It seemed as if Leni had collected multiple Matchbox cars. She seemed to be 
playing a game whereby she used a rubber band to propel her small car along the 
wooden floor.

"Wow, my Ferrari goes so far!" said Leni. "It's much better than that Subaru." 
Leni looked up at Steve. "Where's Ella?" she asked. "Why isn't she playing? Do 
you want to play with me?"

"She's upstairs getting changed," said Steve. "She'll be down in a moment." 
Steve felt awkward because Leni seemed like a very unusual girl, but 
nevertheless she seemed harmless and very enthusiastic.

"Maybe she's making money with her computer," said Leni.

Steve looked at Leni with a confused expression. "What do you mean? How is Ella 
making money with a computer?"

Leni rolled her eyes. "Don't you know? She shows herself naked to other people."

Steve was silent for a moment. "Ummm...okay then. That's interesting."

Leni forgot about her cars and got up. "Let's go have a look. Comon, Steve, 
let's go spy on Ella!"

Both Leni and Steve stood outside Ella's bedroom door, which was partly opened. 
They could tell the girl was inside on the computer because they could all hear 
the sound of the keyboard buttons being pressed. Ella was typing something.

Leni looked at Steve. "You go in there, Steve."

"Why do I have to go in?" asked Steve. "Why can't you do it? Why are we even up 
here?"

"Because Ella is naked in there! Just walk in and go have a look. I'm sure 
she'll love it if you barge in and find her naked."

Steve was curious. He had no idea why Leni was acting so strange and he was 
interested to know if Ella was the sort of woman who would prostitute herself 
over the internet to make money, which was what Leni was suggesting. He didn't 
know whether this was good behavior or bad behavior, but nevertheless he was 
curious.

Steve took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom by himself. When he got in, 
he noticed that Ella was not on the computer anymore. She was standing at the 
wardrobe fully clothed in very fashionable clothing, as if she was getting ready 
to go somewhere. Steve glanced at the computer screen and noticed that Ella was 
doing something with her e-mail.

"Oh, hello, Steve!" Ella smiled brightly when she saw him walk into her bedroom.

Steve looked suspiciously at the girl. She was not normally as happy as she was 
now. Something strange was happening.

"Where are you going for supper?" he asked.

"Where do you want to go, or do you want to just stay here?"

Something about the way Ella acted was odd. He noticed that near Ella's computer 
was a door leading to the bathroom. Ella's bedroom led to her very own personal 
bathroom.

"Ella, I...uh...I think I need to go use your toilet please. I need to go all of a 
sudden."

Ella looked up suddenly. "Yes, okay! Okay then." She very eagerly moved the 
bathroom door and smiled at Steve. "Come on then, let's go!"

Steve walked into the bathroom and curiously Ella followed him inside.

"Okay, take off your pants now, Steve."

"What for?"

"Just do it," said Ella. "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Okay, but first I need to urinate."

Steve kicked away his pants and took off his Bob the Builder underwear. He sat 
on the toilet, aimed the head of his penis into the toilet bowl, and squeezed as 
much as possible. But nothing came out. He felt nervous.

All of a sudden, to Steve's horror, Ella stepped outside the bathroom and went 
back into her bedroom. She came back in ten seconds later but, interestingly, 
she came back in carrying a digital camera.

"What's that for?" asked Steve.

Ella looked at Steve. "Can I please take some pictures of you, Stevie? I really 
like you so much."

"Take pictures of me?"

"I just want to take pictures," said Ella. "I really like seeing you and I want 
to have pictures to remind me of you when you're not with me because I miss you 
so much."

Ella was acting strange. "I don't want people to see me naked," said Steve, 
putting his head down and feeling his face get hot with embarrassment. "Please 
don't!"

"Ow, I'm sorry," said Ella, putting her camera down. She stood silently, 
thinking about something. She then looked at Steve again with those pleading 
eyes. "If you let me take pictures of you, I promise I won't take pictures of 
your face. Nobody will know it's you."

"You just want to take pictures of my feet?"

"Uhh...just your cock."

"My cock?"

"And your butt."

"My bottom?"

"I won't get your face. I promise! And if you let me take pictures of your cock 
and butt, I promise I'll give you three thousand dollars."

Steve's face lit up. "That's a lot of money!"

Ella nodded vigorously. "All you got to do is let me take pictures of your 
little wiener and bottoms. I promise I won't show anyone the picture. Also, if 
you let me take pictures, I'll let you fuck me. You can even fuck my roommate 
Leni. I reckon you'd like that. You can fuck both of us."

"I don't' know. I don't think I want to."

Ella locked the bathroom door. Steve was worried but the thought of making money 
and having access to two lovely girls was enticing.

 

CHAPTER FOUR

Steve opened his eyes and found himself looking at the familiar walls of his 
bedroom. His mind recalled the events of the previous night when Ella, his date, 
wanted to take pictures of his private parts. He could not recall anything else, 
which puzzled him. He started to worry. What happened? Why couldn't he remember 
anything? Did Ella take the pictures?

He walked out of the bedroom and looked around the house, trying to find his 
mother, but there was nobody in the house. The place was mysteriously empty. He 
took out his mobile phone and tried to call his mother but a phone on the coffee 
table started ringing. If his mother had gone somewhere then she had forgotten 
her phone at home, but this was unusual behavior because she almost always 
brought her mobile phone along with her wherever she went.

Not really knowing what to do, Steve grabbed his mother's mobile phone and 
scrolled through the contact list. He found Ella's number and rang her up.

"Ella speaking."

"Ella, it's me, Steve."

"Oh, how are you?"

"I'm good. What happened last night during our date?"

"We had dinner at the Shark Fin Inn. It was delicious! Then I took you to my 
apartment. I introduced you to my roommate Leni and we asked you to stay but you 
said you needed to go."

"Really? Did you take any pictures of me?"

"Pictures? What are you talking about?"

"You and I were in the bathroom. You had a digital camera."

Ella laughed. "Uh, I don't think so. Is this something you've been fantasizing?"

"Well, can I come over to your apartment now? I'd like to talk to you more about 
this." Steve was really keen on going to Ella's apartment to explore the place 
to figure out what had happened the night before.

"You know, I'm busy at the moment. I'm hanging out with the girls."

"Okay, well, maybe I can see you some other time. Maybe tomorrow."

"We'll see. Goodbye Steve."

Steve hung up and thought about his conversation with Ella. He was suspicious 
about why she didn't want him to come to his apartment. Perhaps she was trying 
to hide something from him? He remembered very clearly where she lived because 
he knew the route that she had taken when she drove him to her apartment last 
night. He rushed to his Ford Ka and drove.

He arrived at the apartment tower, parked on the road, and took the lift up to 
the relevant floor. He was walking along the corridors before he realized that 
his journey was likely useless since the door to Ella's apartment would be 
locked and he did not have the keys. When he arrived at the door his fears were 
confirmed when he tried to turn the doorknob but the knob did not turn.

He had no choice but to wait for someone to either come out or come in. There 
was a large sofa nearby for people to sit on, and he figured it would be a good 
idea for him to hide behind this sofa for a while.

 
CHAPTER FIVE

After thirty minutes of sitting on the sofa, Steve heard the doors of the lift 
open. He quickly got off the sofa, jumped to the ground, and actually rolled 
underneath the sofa. The sofa was rather high above the ground, so there was 
enough room for him. The sofa was like a bed, with material covering the bottom 
so that nobody could see underneath it.

Steve realized that lying underneath the sofa was not comfortable, but he was 
afraid of getting out or even looking out in case Ella caught him. He lied there 
for some time and waited. He could hear two people getting out of the lifts and 
walking along the corridor. He could also tell from the voice of the two people 
talking that they were both Ella and Leni.

When he knew that the two girls were at the entrance to their apartment, Steve 
poked his head out from under the sofa and noticed that the two were about to go 
in. He crawled out from underneath the sofa and tiptoed to the door.

The two girls heard Steve approaching from behind.

"Steve!" said Leni.

"Can I use your toilet?" asked Steve, pretending to need to urinate.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ella. "Me and Leni are hanging out and we don't 
want any boys to disturb us."

A moment later the apartment door opened and Steve walked in along with the two 
girls.

While the two girls went to the kitchen, Steve went to the toilet and pretended 
to urinate. When he came back out, he found the two girls watching television, 
so he decided to sit and watch with them. Leni had the remote control and 
flicked through the channels before realizing there was nothing to watch except 
the news.

Five minutes later, while everyone watched the news, Ella suddenly got up and 
announced, "I'm going to get ready to go out tonight."

"Where are you going?" Steve asked.

"I'm hanging out with some friends," she said. "I've got to get prepared."

Ten minutes later, Ella came back wearing more promiscuous clothing. She said 
goodbye to Steve and Leni and walked off. When Steve looked at his watch, he 
noticed that it was seven o'clock.

Steve spoke to Leni. "Did you know Ella was going out? Where's she going?"

"I don't know," said Leni. "Do you want to find out? Let's go out and follow 
her."

"Do you know what happened last night?" asked Steve. "Do you remember telling me 
to go into Ella's bedroom last night?"

"Yes, I remember," she said, smiling. "I know what you two did in there."

"What did we do? Did she take pictures of me?"

"Pictures? Did she take pictures of you?"

"I don't know. I can't remember what happened."

"I thought you two were fucking in there."

"Really?"

"Now that you mention it," said Leni. "I do remember Ella coming out of the room 
with a camera."

"I knew it! So she did take pictures of me! Do you know where she stores her 
camera in this house? Do you think maybe she's taken it with her?"

"We can always follow her," said Leni, "but it's awfully dark outside. It's just 
so cold."

 
CHAPTER SIX

Leni and Steve walked out of the apartment tower. Leni was glad she put on a 
warm top because it was cold outside. The air seemed sharper and more frosty 
than normal. The girl put her hands in her pockets and raised her collar over 
her neck.

"We'll take my car," said Steve. "You told me you know where Ella was hanging 
out tonight. You direct me and I'll drive."

"There's no need to drive a car," said Leni. "Ella's not far away. Let's walk 
there together."

"But it's cold. You complained that it was cold. I have a heater in my car."

"But it's more romantic if we walked together at night." Leni walked up to Steve 
and gently kissed him on the lips. "If you walk me to the park, I'll let you 
suck on my pussy in the bushes. Would you like that?"

Steve started at her for a moment. "Alright, I'll do that, but afterwards I'll 
need to find Ella. I don't trust her."

As she walked along the pavement, she looked up at the full moon above. The moon 
hung in the sky and looked like it was alive. When she breathed, a torrent of 
what seemed like smoke blew out from her mouth and nose.

Leni and Steve had been walking for about six minutes in the middle of the 
night. As she walked along the pavement, she started to notice how loud her 
footsteps were. She liked being around Steve. She suddenly realized that this 
was scarier than she imagined it to be. She felt a desire to dash back home. As 
the two walked along the pavement, they spoke.

"Steve, do you like me?" asked Leni. "Do you think I'm hot?"

Steve nodded. "Yes."

"If I told you to lick my anus, would you do it? Would you rim my ass and lick 
all the *** off it?"

Steve spoke quietly. "If that's what you want, I'll do it."

When Steve and Leni got to the park they noticed how dark it was. The moon was 
full but it didn't do much to light up the park. The two hid in a patch of 
bushes.


 
CHAPTER SEVEN

Ella parked her BMW at the car park of a football field. She got out and walked 
along a narrow pathway along the side of a football field.

There was money to be made--lots of it. She had a clear purpose and she really 
wanted to fulfill it. Having money not only allowed her to buy things but also 
made her feel good about herself, and she was starting to feel insecure about 
herself because quite a few people both among her family and among her friends 
often tried to put her down. Often these comments were made as a joke, but Ella 
took them seriously nevertheless. She was very sensitive about other people's 
opinion of her.

As she walked along the pathway, both the full moon and the streetlights 
illuminated her path. The girl was aware of everything--the rustling of the 
leaves on the trees, the light hurried footsteps of what she presumed were 
raccoons or small dogs, and the light whistling of the wind. After taking a deep 
breath, she walked on the field, making her way to the goal posts.

Henry, a sex criminal she knew, had told her he'd meet her near the goal posts 
of the football field, and he would hand her the cash there.

Everything was going to plan. She had told Leni to distract Steve, and she had 
the nude videos of a drug-induced Steve being raped by Leni with a strap-on. 
Ella didn't know exactly why this man, Henry, wanted images of unconscious young 
men being raped by women, but she was motivated by the money. She remembered 
taking many pictures of Steve's bottom from various distances. Some of the 
pictures were disgusting and almost made her puke, such as the close-up picture 
of Steve's anal hole after his butt cheeks were spread out.

All of a sudden, Ella heard a noise from behind. She turned around and saw 
Henry, a tall man wearing a suit, standing near the goal posts.

"Ella," said Henry with a deep voice. "You're dressed like a slut. You're very 
naughty."

Ella put her head down. "Sorry," she said.

"Don't be. I like to be aroused by you."

"I've got the videos and images," said Ella, handing it over.

"I was just looking at some pictures of you," said Henry. "Remember the ones you 
sold me a few months ago? You're so cute when you've got no clothes on." Henry 
held something in his hands. "Remember I told you I was going to give you three 
thousand dollars?"

Ella's eyes widened. She held out both her hands and accepted the wad of cash. 
She grabbed the cash and shoved it in her pockets.

Ella stood where she was and stared at Henry. They both stood silently for a 
while.

Ella spoke. "Henry ... can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead. Ask me anything."

"Why do you want videos and pictures of young men? Are you gay or are you 
straight?"

"I'm bisexual. I would love to fuck you right now and also get my ass pounded by 
a big man. That would be so nice."


 
CHAPTER EIGHT

Steve woke up and found himself in his bedroom, yet again. He heard the fan in 
the kitchen whirring away, so he walked out and, as hoped, found his mother 
there cooking him breakfast.

He remembered the night before. He remembered stripping naked in a bush with 
Leni who allowed him to lick her ass. He remembered the warm taste of her ass. 
It was delicious. She then sucked on his penis until he ejaculated all over her 
face. It was lovely, but now he was at home and felt not only lonely but 
sexually aroused. He turned on his computer and went to his favorite porn site.

To his surprise, there was a video on the internet site that looked curious.

He then realized that it was a video of himself. The video depicted him being 
raped by a woman with a strap-on.

 

THE END

 

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