when good men fall

The sexual energy radiating from John's body was having it's effect on sam. His penis stiffened in his pants staring at his son. "Tell me daddy, when's the last time you had a little...fun?" The big man was stoic as his new form remembered but he could sense the desire rising within him. The conflicting feelings over the lustful feelings he had for his son. "Any time you want some fun...you just let me know." John sauntered away his ass swaying with each step.

John walked through the street sniffing the air smelling the souls in the area. John lived in your typical gated community of upper middle class crowds all with their sexual repression that it took to reach such lofty heights. He could free them all. His immediate neighbor was a married man with two sons looking to start college in the fall both currently swimming in their pool. The sons who John knew in high school had bullied him or years for his flamboyancy. Across the street was the christian conservative who hated John and hid it only from samson for fear of what he might do.