“He called me Daddy, but not like in a c***dish way. In a slutty way.” After dinner, I had put on sweats, so I had easy access to my cock. I’d o...ly come once, and another orgasm would be easy.“Like in ‘come fuck me, daddy’?” she asked.“Exactly.” I was so turned on, my cock was rock. I couldn’t help but ask, “Hey Abby, is this turning you on?”“No,” she insisted.“Consent?” I asked.“Consent,” she said. She’d fight me, I knew, but that was part of her kink.“I think picturing me sucking on Jacob’s. Then the older man wrapped his huge hand around Mark’s cock and pumped it. ‘Go at it man,’ he said to the intrepid stranger, who then fell to his knees and took the hard flesh inside his mouth. The crowd cheered while several hands – whose? –started pawing Mark’s ass. All the men then moved in closer. Mark was frozen, and watched the mouth below him suck and slurp on his exposed dick and balls, while the surrounding men looked like hungry a****ls. The older man moved behind him, and then Mark. The sight of the building was a relief. Buildings meant people, people meant trash, and trash meant food. Buildings also meant there would be little odd corners in which he could hide. Places where he could hide were places he could sleep.The bus turned a corner. The buildings were gone, and they were now driving along a huge grass lawn. Jibat couldn’t believe how big it was. The open spaces had grass, but there was a kind of unkempt wild feel to it. This lawn was perfectly level, not a thing. “That first time told me that I was in deep trouble. That if you were ever to get close to me, I’d fight a losing battle.”“Why? Why a losing battle?”“I got a taste of bad medicine when I met Andreas. I thought I learned my lesson. I was seriously trying to tell myself you were just temptation in flesh and blood. That you were going to mess with my head and leave, too. I was pretty sure I wanted to stay away. But then you chose me, and there was no escape for me. Yet, the fool I was ... I still.