The Heir Is Found
Chapter 1
by Gunblader
That morning started the worst way possible for any guy in the known world. I was having one of those wet dreams that starred a bevy of the porn industries hottest women. My pecker felt as if it was buried in the mouth of a hundred different women, if this was real and I was awake for it I would have been in seventh heaven. Just then an earth shaking crash came from down stairs and I fell out of bed. Landing right on to my hard erection. Which would have been great if a soft waiting pussy had been waiting to suck me in, but the only thing waiting for me was the cold hard wood floor. Just then the four other guys in the room with me groaned as they saw me rolling around holding onto what had once been my erection.
At the time I swore I wouldn't be able to have another. You would expect the guys to be laughing at me, but each of us had fallen off the tiny beds more than once. I guess it was just my turn that morning. Bruce a large black guy helped me up to my feet by putting his hands under my arms and yanking me to my feet. Well sort of, you see I'm only about 5'3” tall at the age of 19, Bruce on the other hand was 6'8” tall at the age of 19. Oh wait a moment, I think you guys might be getting the wrong idea. We are all living in a halfway house for those of us who were orphans. You see they started these halfway houses for us cause of the number of us that ended up in the prison system. It gave us a little while before we had to transfer out fully into the real world. In fact my due date was drawing up close and we all knew it. So back to my morning shifting out slowly limping along cause of the pain still radiating from my dick the other guys beat me downstairs for breakfast.
Well as you can guess, food around here was first come first serve. Since I was dead last I had two pieces of toast and a bowl of oatmeal, not a bad breakfast if you couldn't still smell the sausage, bacon, and eggs that were no where to be seen. Grumbling I got up from the table and turned my dishes over to the girls that were working in the kitchen this week. No we weren't lucky enough to have girls living with us, but they would bus in for punishment details, and had to do our cooking and cleaning. Which us guys just hooted and hollered at. Most of the time we wouldn't see the same faces, but there was Rachel she was a repeat offender and I couldn't remember once that the punishment crew came in and she wasn't part of it.
After getting cleaned up and dressed, I headed out to the van that would take those of us to work or school. Well, since my grades were always pushed off for other things guess which one I was doing. Yep, working and I had to admit I was the best wiener slinger in the district, god I had to admit that. Slapping on the yellow and red hat with the name “Wienerlicious”, I jumped out and headed into work. Okay it was bad enough that I have to admit working there, but what was worse was all those high school brats and bitches coming in and teasing the hell out of me. What was I going to do about it, hell the freshman girls could have beat the crap out of me. Gifted for fighting I was not. In fact I was right in the middle of having ketchup squirted in my face for the hundredth time as the football playing jerks held me off the floor for his girlfriend that the doors opened and my life changed in an instant.
Who's at the door?
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