It was late night by the time we finished shopping, so we decided to skip our bath for the evening and head right to bed, where, needless to say, I didn't skip any sexy time with Vicky. And, I've got to say, I'm proud of myself! No longer am I the complete loser virgin boy who lost his mind after the first thirty seconds his first time!
I'm an experienced lover now. I've learned to pace myself. Enjoy the moment. Savor it…
I now can last all of two whole minutes now, before passing out from exhaustion and going to sleep!
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Waking up the next morning, I think I discovered the root cause of what's disturbing my manly vigor – Vicky!
Normally, I used to wake up to find both myself and my bed covered in sticky manly goodness, as a result of my pent up libido and wet dreams every night. Now, I'm tending to always wake up with Vicky snuggled tight between my legs, using my limp man-noodle as a pacifier.
She's a dang succubus draining me dry while I sleep every night! *That's* why my performance is always so lackluster and underwhelming every day – I've been suckled out already! Feeling much better about myself now that I'd discovered the root of my virility issues – they weren't my fault – I rolled on out of bed and happily prepared for the day.
Getting dressed consisted of me simply sliding on a pair of boxers and passing Vicky her pair of high-heeled sandals. Honestly, I don't mind the girls running around the house naked, but I do like to at least have *something* between my dangly parts and the rest of the world. Shorts or sweatpants are my favorite attire for around the house as they're just so simple to pull down and out of the way, whenever the mood calls for it.
Breakfast was again me eating while the girls watched and chatted together happily. SIGH! In fact, *BIG OLE EMO SIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!*
Meal times suck.
After, it was basically the start of Delivery Week! Ding dong! Ding dong! The doorbell played a song! All day long! Ding dong! Ding dong!
Starting sometime around 9AM, the first overnight deliveries started to arrive, and they just kept coming one after another from that point on. At first, I was the one answering the door, signing the invoice if needed, giving a tip, and receiving the packages, but then it was time for me to expand the portal again, so I foolishly left it to the girls to handle.
Do you nobodies out there know that you don't have to tip delivery drivers if you're a naked girl? I'd never once thought about it, but it turns out to be absolutely true. Maria was wearing just her wig -- she's embarrassed showing off her bald head for some reason – and Vicky was wearing just the heels that I'd gave her, and they both happily took turns answering the door and shamelessly signing for packages. Never once was either of them asked for a tip for delivery!
Seeing that we could save some of our own money, and since neither of the girls obviously gave a rat's ass about anything old fashioned like modesty, I just left it to them after that.
By the end of the day, we'd developing a nice working system for us. Maria signed for the packages and carried them in. I opened them and sorted them all out, between bursts of portal expanding. Vicky carried all the excess packaging and discarded boxes back outside for disposal. We were happy little worker bees, collecting and sorting our treasures with endless energy and enthusiasm!
After the last truck arrived late in the evening, it was supper time, then a bath. Vicky and I enjoyed a quick bounce after our bath, while Maria did some follow up shopping for anything she might've noticed she missed. When she finished with her shopping spree, me and Vicky took over for some quick shopping, while Maria finally took time to setup her new computer and some of the other electronic equipment she'd purchased.
After that, it was time for an exhausted flop into bed, just to repeat the same crazy routine starting over the next morning – and that was basically our life for the next week or so!
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Unbeknownst to us, life wasn't half as bright and cheerful as the three of us (and probably those delivery drivers) thought it was. On that first night of "Delivery Hell Week", Hell was literally being delivered to the world, in a barn not so many miles away. Josh Gallen and Leon Hawkins were both in that aforementioned barn, leaning back and casually drinking beers together with another boy whom they both knew quite well.
"Brock, man, you didn't do what they're claiming you did, did you?" Holding up an empty Budweiser can, Josh tossed it casually to the side, before catching the fresh Pabst Blue Ribbon that was tossed back his way. When it came to drinking, the boys only had one favorite brand – the one that wasn't empty at the moment!
"What do you think," Brock asked, chuckling lightly. "Do I look like some sort of serial killing brain drinker to you guys? You know me," he declared defensively! "If my meats the least bit pink, I get sick!"
"It's those damn girls," Brock snorted, grabbing another cold beer out of the cooler – this time a Miller Light – and tossing it over to Leon. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with them, but they've went damn crazy."
"Blaming us for everything, just so it'll look good on their scholarship applications and shit," Leon muttered moodily as he caught and popped the top on the can.
"Right! Right!" Nodding his head sympathetically, Brock agreed wholeheartedly with Leon. "Just like that little mousey bitch…"
"Krista," Leon supplied, moodily, emptying his beer in a single long swig.
"Yeah, that little bitch Krista," Brock agreed, tossing over another Coors to Leon. "What right did she have to try and bust your balls, man? All you were doing is sharing your constitutional right to your opinion, and BLAMMM!! Bitch sucker punched you in the babymaker, and then acted all mighty as if she'd just stopped some sort of damn rapist!"
"Ain't right, man." Grumbling lightly, Josh tossed his empty can and held up a hand for another. "You wasn't even talking about her, man. Just telling the truth about that fat cow and then she up and assaulted you, man."
"Exactly!" Brock snapped his fingers and laughed sarcastically. "You get it, Josh. Leo didn't actually do anything wrong, but now he's going to lose his football scholarship and be known all around the world as some sort of chauvinistic sexist, while that little mouse has suddenly became a 'Champion for Equality'!"
"It's fucking bullshit man!" Angrily tossing his half-empty can across the barn, Leon stood up and kicked the shit out of a nearby bale of hay.
"It is bullshit, man! Just like it's bullshit that Amber slapped Josh in front of the whole damn school and called him a sexual molester freak!" Brock was getting on a roll now, completely fired up with his accusations. "And all because of what??" He asked, smirking knowingly over at Josh.
"All because I slapped her ass on the way back to the bus after our last game," Josh grumbled moodily. "What the fucks wrong with that? She's a cheerleader. I'm a football player. It's all just friendly skinship and excitement after the game!"
"Right! Right!" Brock agreed enthusiastically. "Happens all the damn time and nobody gives a shit. Never complained before, and didn't complain that time either. It wasn't until those damn reporters showed up with their cameras before she decided to get up on her soapbox and take advantage of the whole damn thing!"
"I'm a murdering bastard who drinks brains now," Brock snorted, disgustedly. "Leon's an insensitive woman-hating misogynistic bastard. You're a step away from being declared a full fledged rapist asshole. Our lives are fucking screwed, man. And just so those little bitches can show off and play the victim, or the hero, or whatever the fuck they're playing, just so they'll shine in the spotlight!"
"It's all fucked up now, man," Josh sighed sadly. "Even my own mother can't look at me without shame in her eyes. My damn sister is even demanding a lock for her room – as if I'd ever do anything to fucking her, man!"
"Right. Right! Just another girl piling on the bandwagon, blaming US for everything in the world. And all just to get what they want. In your sister's case, she can scapegoat you, man," Brock explained reasonably, "and then she can get a lock to keep *your parents* out of her room. She doesn't give a shit about you, man. She's just using you as an excuse to protect her own dirty little secrets from your parents."
"Probably don't want them to find her condoms," Leon snorted. "I heard she was starting to get it heavy with that little math nerd whose been tutoring her here lately."
"That's probably it," Brock agreed amiably. "I'll call my brother a pervert, just so you won't find out I'm a slut!"
"It ain't fucking right man," Josh lamented sadly.
"Damn straight," Leon agreed. "It's all fucked up, and we're all the bad guys."
"Honestly guys," Josh sighed deeply, completely depressed. "What's the point of even going on anymore? Our lives are over. We're internationally known douchebags. No one's ever going to give us a chance at shit anymore. We might as well just end it all here."
"Fuck! Fucking fuck! Fuck!" Leon didn't argue; only cussed.
"That ain't right either, man." Shaking his head, Brock denied the idea completely. "We do that, and we die losers, man. Everyone will believe what they said about us, and then they'll say we were too damn weak to deal with the aftermath. Screw that, man!"
"Screw that," Leon agreed. "I ain't no damn pussy!"
"What do you got in mind then?" Sitting up, Josh's eyes began to flicker with the first hints of hope… and perhaps the beginnings of something much darker.
"Let's stand up to them," Brock chuckled. "Join me, boys," he invited temptingly. "Let's catch those little bitches and make them tell the world the truth. We won't hurt them," Brock assured them both reasonably. "We'll just round up Amber and the little mouse and talk to them privately out here away from all the cameras. Give them a few beers. Maybe a puff-puff or two of the good stuff. And then we'll record them secretly for the whole world to see, when we get them to admit you guys didn't do a thing wrong.
"It's the only chance you'll ever have to clear your names and wipe the shame out of your mom's eyes," Brock taunted. "What do you say? You with me, bros?"
"Fuck it. I'm in," Leon agreed.
"Me too. Fuck it," Josh nodded drunkenly.
"Good! Good! Then let's do this shit old school," Brock chuckled, pulling out a small knife from somewhere and slicing the tip of his thumb. "Blood brothers, man. Just like when we were kids. Just to prove we're in this to the end."
"Fucking blood brothers," Josh nodded, gently slicing his own thumb.
"Till the end," Leon agreed, taking the knife and repeating the ritual.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long before his ill chosen words were proven true, as the end came for Leon the moment their pact was sealed with the sharing of the blood. The second all three boy's thumbs touched together, a low rumble echoed from deep inside the bowels of the earth, and the insides of the barn were smothered in clinging darkness.
When the darkness finally cleared, all three boys were standing there cackling maniacally. Whites and irises of their eyes completely gone, deep glowing red pools of blood took their place as they chanted in unison. "WE ARE LEGION, AND WE ARE ONE!!"
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Yet another of Michael's forgotten wishes was well on the way to being fulfilled, even without him knowing it.
"I wish you'd end up getting fucked up the ass by a dozen bastards and have your cock bit off and force fed to you," Michael thought, glaring back up at Brock, as he was sputtering water and crawling beat up and battered out of the pool. "And I wish all you jock bastards up there would end up screaming and burning in Hellfire for all eternity!"