Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... laugh, too. The old man is fun.

"Back to your boy..." I steer him back to the topic I'm interested in.

"He's unlike the others. Eccentric for sure. But I can understand where it is all coming from."

"Just give it to me already..."

"Aah, you want to hear it? This is where the story goes sideways. He grew up in an orphanage, a long way from here. In the forests up North, on the misty, cold coast."

"Wait, I thought all kids without parents are found homes these days?"

"It should be like that." he agrees cordially. "Anyways... the place was strange enough that he learned nothing about the world until he got out, at eighteen. With just a little money and a list of dos and don'ts. If you wonder how he pays for stuff, they still send him a little money every month. The rest he gets from the City."

"Where did you learn all this stuff?"

"Not from him. He doesn't talk about it. He probably assumes nobody will understand it. At any rate, when he arrived in the city, he knew nothing of anything. The ideas he formed were his own, and if they're strange, it's no surprise."

"What you've said about where he gets his money from, is that all of it?"

"If you're asking what I think you're asking, he takes no money from guys -- no gifts, no meals or free drinks."

"And the orphanage business?"

"It's strange enough that it deserves its own story. I know few details, though. It's all hush hush. They don't talk about it."

"Go on then."

"Mind you, it's all ...

... hearsay. I've heard several versions of it, and no two of them can agree. The whole affair was either a mishap, an administrative oversight or something akin to a rogue experiment. They don't talk about it more out of embarrassment than true secrecy. Supposedly, the boy was quite popular around the place, on account of being the closest approximation of a girl they had around."

"He said something like that."

"Maybe you shouldn't feel sorry for Stella, Evan. While the typical city boy spent his childhood chained to a desk in a dreary classroom, your Stella was probably running in the forests, fishing in the streams and swimming in the mountain lakes."

***

Sheer curtains cover the windows of the bedroom in my apartment downtown. The street is lined with tall trees, and they block some of the light of the day.

I enter the bedroom, pulling Stella by her hair. She walks behind me, body ahead of her legs, hands on my arm. She looks really unhappy to be handled indecorously like this, making faces and protestations. She's almost at her cutest.

I give her a push when we reach the bed and she falls onto it, obliquely on her entire body length.

The very girlish young man in my bed looks sexy as fuck and fucked is what he's been getting ever since he arrived, some time ago. I sit next to him. He crawls into a more central position on the large bed. I climb over him, kiss his neck and his hard, narrow back, down to his cute, round butt. I spread its cheeks, to show the ...