*Author's Notes: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor. No I do not want an editor. If that bothers you, quit reading. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people keep track of, yes it's too long, yeas it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yet its stupid shit, and yes, I'm a horrible writer.
For everyone else, I hope you enjoy this flash story.
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Dwight Banks was bored. All of his friends had either moved on to college, most at Connelly College in Oakleaf, Texas, or were at their jobs, or a few had even joined the military.
So, the chubby eighteen year old boy listlessly roamed the streets of Great Oak, Texas.
A sharp whistle snapped him out of his reverie. Dwight looked over to see Mr. Hechton loading things into a large U-Haul trailer.
"Hey, boy, looking earn a couple of bucks?" the burly man asked.
The man was in his fifties or sixties, with a full beard mottled with gray, and a shaved and polished head. The man had his shirt off and Dwight could see that Mr. Hechton was quite muscular, and also had several tattoos adorning his chest and arms, and when he turned, his back had several tattoos as well.
"What you need done?" Dwight asked.
"Packing this trailer; need a hand with some of the heavier pieces," the man said.
Dwight was chubby, not muscular. But he could at least try.
With the man's help, Dwight did manage to heft his end of a massive wooden desk, as well as a large entertainment center and a leather couch.
"So where you moving to?" Dwight asked.
"Stepping Stone; that's in Louisiana," the man said. "Got a job at Hearst Prison."
The man took a final look around. All that was left was a huge tube style television, sitting on the floor, an old recliner that had seen better days, and a bed that had also seen better days.
"Landlord can have all this shit," the man said, pulling on his tee shirt. "Want a beer?"
"Sure," Dwight agreed.
"Hey, wouldn't want that television, huh? Fucker works," Mr. Hechton offered. "Even got a built in VCR."
"A what?" Dwight asked.
"VCR; plays tapes," the man said and drained half his beer in one long pull.
He turned the television on, picked up one of the few tapes laying on the floor next to the television and slid it into the slot at the base of the television.
Then he sat in the recliner and laid the chair back.
First Time Ass Fuck flashed on the screen and Dwight's cock immediately grew hard in his shorts.
"Uh, uh, uh," they heard over bad music as a large cock battered in and out of a tight anus.
"Like it? Like my big old cock in your tight little hole?" they heard a man's deep voice ask.
"Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me," another man said.
The scene switched to show one young man fucking another young man up his ass.
"Uh..." Dwight said, his cock painfully trapped in his briefs.
"So, want it?" Mr. Hechton asked.
"Huh?" Dwight asked, tearing his eyes from the ass fucking on the large television screen.
