Disclaimer
All characters are 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and able to consent. Any characters, or situations, depicting real-life people or events are purely coincidental. This story contains strong sexual themes, including: unrealistic anatomy, fellatio, cunnilingus, older female seducing younger male, oil, public sex, exaggerated volumes of male and female ejaculate, distended abdomens, prostate massage, and unprotected sex without resulting in pregnancy or disease. This story is for entertainment purposes only and should not be used as justification for the pursuit of acting out any fantasies or fetishes reflected in this story. Please...enjoy yourself.
Author's Note
I've gone back to my SFX ways for this chapter; I am trying to differentiate myself and stand out among so many talented and amazing writers here on LR. My goal is to try and write a story that reads like one of those adult xxx comics. I understand that for some it's a distraction, and perhaps even cheapens the reading experience, but I hope you'll decide to read this installment anyway. If it truly makes the story unbearable to get through, please let me know in the comments and perhaps I can come up with a compromise or alternative solution in my writing style. If by chance it enhances the story for you, I would love to hear that feedback as well.
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Last Time on Slut Son
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Candice tempted her son, and fate, when she took him shopping at her favorite adult store. In a plot to test her son's devotion and love to her, Candice attempted to seduce him in the store's changing room but they were quickly discovered by Nat, the owner of the establishment. An extremely sexual creature herself, Nat forced the forbidden couple to perform various sex acts for the other patrons in her store. Elsewhere, Kelli reached out to Simon to participate in a race that she was organizing. With precious little time to train, Simon will be forced to push himself to his physical limits.
Chapter 7 - Good Neighbors
Eight hundred eighty two steps. That is the total number of steps to reach the height of the reservoir dam. Roughly a twenty-five minute drive from where Simon Memphis lives on the coast, a large cement structure was built at the county reservoir. Lacking in extravagance or entertainment value, it was not a usual hot-spot for locals or tourists, which made the intimidating staircase ideal for intense training sessions. Simon had reluctantly agreed to his boss' request to participate in a rucksack race that was to take place in just a few weeks time. He was never the cavalier type when it came to his health, he has always been mindful of his nutrition and maintained a strict exercise regimen since his freshman year of high school. However, he was hardly on the level of the men and women who have spent considerable time conditioning and strengthening their bodies for these types of events. Time was short, and Simon needed to prepare for the race with the most intense workouts he could think of.
Simon had attempted running up those steps many times, but had never been able to ascend all eight hundred plus steps without stopping. During his latest attempt, he only made it to the halfway point when he felt his legs burn with a severe pain, and his lungs were on fire as he gulped for air trying to avoid passing out. Each step, each forced movement to raise his legs, caused a painful tightening in his thighs.
Feels like...feels like my body's turning to lead.
Simon thought to himself as he wheezed and huffed with each movement.
It...can't be much further to the top.
Simon lifted his gaze from the stone steps and looked upwards. His eyes widened and his spirits dropped as the remaining mountain of steps before him seemed to ascend all the way into the sky.
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Huff. Huff. Huff.
Fuck. I...can't do this."
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The following day, before returning home from work, Simon retrieved two five gallon buckets from the trunk of his car and filled them with wet sand from the beach.
It's too early for this, I haven't recovered but I have to make each day count.
Simon could still feel an intense burning in the muscles in his legs. He looked south at the long stretch of beach before him and took a deep breath.
I'm already tired just thinking about this.
He picked up both buckets and proceeded to "farmer" carry the weight for two and a half miles. Then, he had to turn around and trek another two and a half miles back to his starting line.
By the end of his workout, Simon could maintain neither his balance nor his grip on the handles.
PLFF.
The buckets fell hard onto the sand, tipping over and spilling their contents.
Simon's hands were so tight he could not even open them properly. His posture suffered greatly as he had no choice but to arch his back and let his shoulders slump forward. And a huge blue vein protruded in each bicep, as if small snakes were hiding in his arms.
"
Arrrrrgh!
It hurts! I...
huff huff huff
...can't do this."
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Closer to the weekend, he took a half day from work and returned home for a special workout. Wearing only compression shorts and his running shoes, he stood at the end of his street and bolted down the lane as fast as he could. Once he reached his house he would cease his sprint and perform burpees until muscle fatigue prevented him from squeezing out any more reps. After he caught his breath, he would rest for a few minutes, and then walk to the end of the street and do it all over again.
God, my lungs are on fire,
was all Simon could think about. Every breath became harder and harder to make.
Is this even worth it?
It was not the first time Simon had asked himself that question.
This is a lot of work for not getting laid.
Not the first time he had that selfish thought.
During one interval, Simon stood at the end of the street and gathered his strength. He paced around in a small circle with his hands resting on top of his head, when he heard the pattering of feet behind him.
"Hey! How's it going?" A beautiful young Puerto Rican jogger called out to Simon as her running route took her past his resting spot.
"
Huff. Huff. Huff.
Hi." Simon had barely managed to respond with a response and a wave while he tried to catch his breath.
As the runner got closer to Simon, she slowed her pace.
"You doing okay?" She asked.
"
Huff. Huff.
