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Chapter 6 by ManRayMansker ManRayMansker

What's next?

Panic! You panic!

With a sudden burst of harshness, you shove Jordyn away from you, her massive cock slipping from your lips. She falls back against the

passenger side door, shock and hurt flashing across her face.

"What the fuck, Johnboy?' she exclaims, her voice tight with anger and confusion. "What's your problem?'

You glare at her, your own anger and shame warring inside you. 'My problem?' you snarl. 'My problem is you and your fucked up games.

I ain't no faggot, and I sure a s hell ain't gonna suck your disgusting dick.'

Jordyn's eyes widen, then narrow, her lips pressing into a thin line. 'Oh, I see,' she says, her voice dripping with venom. "You're just

another closet case, is that it? Too afraid to admit what you really want.'

Your face flushes even redder, your hands clenching into fists. 'Fuck you, you fucking freak,' you spit. 'Get the fuck out of my truck.'

For a moment, Jordyn looks like s h e might argue, h e r body tensing a s if t o lunge a t you. But t h e n s h e s e e m s t o think better of it, scooting

back against the door and reaching for the handle.

'Fine,' she says, her voice cold and flat. 'Fuck you too, Johnboy. I hope you enjoy living a lie.'

With that, s h e opens the door a n d slides out, slamming i t behind her. You watch h e r storm off down the road, your heart pounding in

your chest. As soon a s she's out of sight, you slam your fist against the steering wheel, letting out a frustrated growl.

You sit there for a moment, trying to calm yourself down. But the image of jordyn's cock, the taste of it in your mouth, keeps flashing

through your mind, making you feel sick with shame and desire. Finally, you can't take it anymore. You start the truck and peel out,

heading back towards town.

You need to get back to your friends, back to the safety of the familiar. Back to Jordan and Camden, and even Jordon, a s much as h e

creeps you out. You n e e d t o forget this ev er happened, t o bury i t d e e p a n d never think about i t again.

But even as you drive, you can't shake the feeling that something has changed inside you, something you can't control. And you're not

sure if you'll ever b e the same again.

What's next?

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