What friends are for - Part 1 - Sex Stories

What friends are for - Part 1

WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS: SNUFF, DEATH, HUMILIATION, HARDCORE THEMES, VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! What friends are for One week ago, Sammy and his family were mugged at knife point by a drunk homeless black man. Sammy watched as his father tried to be a hero, and stop the mugger. During the scuffle, Sammy was too scared to help and he assumed his mother felt the same, since she simply stood by watching. Trying his best, Sammy stared intently to remember every detail of the event to later tell the police, and was shocked by something he saw. As his father began losing the fight, the grimey black man's sweat pants started to buldge. Then as he climbed on top and finished the fight with a final stab, it was clear that killing the white man had made the mugger's cock very hard. Even a wet spot began to form where the tip was pushing against the dirty sweat pants. The mugger then rewarded himself, by stroking his cock through his pants and taking the wallet off the dead man, spitting on him before leaving. That was a week ago, now at home with his mother, Sammy sat in his room and tried to ignore the thoughts still running through his head. It was then that the phone rang. It was Sammy's best friend Mark, and he explained that he and some friends were coming over to cheer him up. Anything to take his mind off the mugger he thought, so he hung up and waited. It wasn't long before they arrived, three of Sammy's closest friends led by Mark. From the moment they arrived, ...

... Sammy could sense something was off. Things became worse when they brought up his father. Sitting around the living room, the main event started taking place. "Dude it sucks about your dad being killed, didn't you say he got stabbed a bunch?" One of his friends asked rudely. Sammy wasn't pleased by his excited tone, but answered yes. "And the black dude got a hardon?" Another rude question from a different friend, but again Sammy answered yes. "Where's your mom at?" His best friend asked. Sammy's heart had started beating faster, his friend's couldn't be getting turned on about his father's death, right? As much as he denided the thought he couldn't help himself, his own dick stirred and he decided to bait his friend's and give a nudge. "Y-yeah when he k-killed dad he looked like he was about to cum.." He stoked the fire. "Fuck dude, what if he had like - pulled it out and shot spunk everywhere!" One friend asked excitedly. "It would have been a big sticky mess." Sammy replied, laughing slightly, stoking the fire more. When Sammy looked away, he could see his friends adjust their dicks from the corner of his eye, he was right, they did like it. He felt a little hurt, but also a little turned on. He wondered how much more he could push it. "Hey mom, my friends are here!" Sammy yelled. Before thinking up another line to feed his twisted friends. "Yeah but he looked pretty happy when he was done." Sammy said, eager for their reply. One friend openly rubbed his cock through his ...