1. Masturbates Motel Ep2 “First you dream, Then you die.“


    Date: 10/26/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Fan fiction, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Monster, Murder, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Rape, Teen Male Solo, Teen Male/Teen Female, Violence, Author: AsGoodAsItCums_, Rating: 40, Source: sexstories.com

    thought it would be a good idea that I got involve in school. That it would be good for me. I need you to sign this parent permission slip though.” He looked at it. “Hun, this like every day after school and track meets every Saturday. We just bought a motel how do you expect me to get it up and running without your help. I mean, you’re putting me in a tough spot.” “It’s okay I don’t have to do it.” “Oh no, I’m not going to be the father who tells his son he can’t be on the track team. It’s fine. It’s okay. I’ll just do everything like I always do.” John got up from the table and picked up his plate to set it on the counter. “Dad, come on, sit down let’s eat.” He turned around distraught. “You know, Nathan, I just spent all day doing all of this.” “It’s just… Never mind I’m not hungry.” John said. He grabbed the permission slip and signed it. “You know it doesn’t matter. I have to get some groceries. Just eat your dinner.” “Father!” Nathan yelled as he left. The next day Nathan got up early to help John. He started out by dusting the rugs. Just then a man walked up. “Nathan Bates!”He said. “Yes.” “You just moved in a couple of nights ago how do you like it?” “It’s fine so far.” “You live here with your dad?” “Yeah, do you know him?” “I know about him.” He walked to see if he should get his dad. “Do you want me to get him?” The man smirked, “You’re fifteen, from Arizona and your mother and father got a divorce.” “Let me get my dad.” Nathan said. “It’s just the two of you? ...
    What do you know about running a motel? Anything?! Because you lok like a little kid to me. I don’t think you can run much of nothing.” “Can I help you with something.” John interrupted. “I think it’s you who needs help.” “Really?! How might that be.” John said. “I’m Keith Summers.” He noticed it didn’t connect. “Summers…! This is my families property. My great, great grandfather built this house in 1912 and my grandfather built that motel in the fifties. And that is my grandmother’s rug. This property has been in my family for over a century.” John stepped down and looked sympathetic. ”I’m sure it was hard for you to lose it to the bank and I’m very sorry, but, uh it’s ours now.” “I know everything about this place. This town, you know nothing about this town.. What makes you think you can run this place by yourself?” Keith said. “Because I can!” John exclaimed. “Now get the hell off my property and if I ever see you here again I will call the police or I will shoot you myself.” “You’re gonna call the police?” Just then John pushed Nathan inside saying, “Get in, get in.” “Go ahead call the police I go fishing with half of them. I grew up here this is my house. So you’re going to call the cops on me? Go ahead. Go ahead call them.” Keith yelled as he ran off. “Do you think you should have said all that stuff to him?” Nathan asked. “He’s just some pathetic, drunken, loser slob. He’s not gonna bother us anymore.” Keith’s truck screeched down the street. John was ordering carpet ...
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