christ on a cracker

John decided on a light snack before he went for dinner. He knocked on the door of the upright upstanding James McKenna's door. Mr.McKenna wasn't too terribly old though he had a few more wrinkles from his constant scowling. "What do you want John?" John smiled at the scowling McKenna he could feel the pheromones already working on his victim.

"I got locked out of my house and my phone is dead, can I use your phone and call daddy?" Mckenna winced at the little fruit always calling his dad "Daddy" like some girl. Little fag probably wished he was or something.

Mckenna realized he was staring at the younger boy's exposed stomach. "Fine, make it quick." McKenna stepped aside letting the boy in watching his ass sway as he did. John pretended to dial his dad's phone.

"Hi daddy." he cheered after a moment Mckenna sitting on the couch across from him. "Yeah it happened again." John giggled "Lucky Mr.McKenna was nice enough to let me use his phone. I think he's warming up to me." John whispered loudly as sat backwards in the recliner opposite the couch facing giving McKenna a perfect view of his bubble butt as he slowly road some invisible lover.

McKenna felt his pants grow very tight watching his faggot neighbor bounce in the chair. McKenna reminded himself he'd be in hell sooner or later **** to ride demon dick for all eternity. McKenna might've bitten through his lip imagining this sinful slut prostrate covered in demon seed had John not called his attention. "Wha?"

John smiled "I said daddy will be awhile and asked that you take care of me until he gets here." McKenna wanted to be angry at his neighbor forcing his queer son on him but the boy slid next to him on the couch and he smelled like honey. "I wanted to say too that I am really grateful for your help." The boy placed his hand on McKenna's thigh. "If there was anyway I could pay you back just ask and I'll do it."

McKenna's erection grew as his mind filled with lustful images, the boy was stripped and ravaged again but it was no demon who had ravaged him. McKenna finally noticed how close the boy was, how close his soft shimmering lips were to his own.

McKenna knew the thoughts he's been having since that boy came over were wrong but like a fat woman staring at ice cream cake could he resist the sweet treat in front of him?