2002
Kingsport Hospital, Miskatonic County, MA
Darterrius sat beside the bed, unsure what to say next. The weak man's story was confusing and going off into tangents worse than any prof back in his school days. He feared that if he interrupted, he wouldn't find out the truth.
"Are you following me so far?" The frail man said.
"Uh... sort of." Darterrius said trying not to offend. "I just don't understand the whole bit about the window."
"Times were different back then. The Hippies were done preaching peace, and were looking for jobs, but there was plenty of free love left to go around." He replied with a wink.
Darterrius took one of those breaths he often took before a boxing match, or a football game, he needed to focus more than he had ever done before!
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1976
North Scituate, MA
When Scotty had awoken and found himself alone in the cottage, he bathed, dressed then went in search of his friend Stevie to join him for lunch. After a night of drinking and staring in windows watching people make-out, he just wanted to fish and enjoy the bi-centennial celebrations.
"Good mornin mister Cullen." A deep voice said from behind. "Had a late night?"
Scotty started to squirm on his feet, he didn't want anyone to know her was jerking off in the dark watching people.
"Uh... yeah..." He stammered, then gaining confidence he spun his tale of deceit. "We did some fishing, but the rain put a stop to it."
"I bet it did." Curtis said in a lower tone, as if his mind had wondered off.
Scotty began to panic anew, he felt as if he had been caught red handed! He needed a distraction! Anything to divert attention elsewhere!
"Have you read Othello?" Scotty said in a shaky voice.
"I have many times." Curtis said warming to the change in subject. "It was the only decent book we had at our firebase during my time in Vietnam."
"What's the story about?" Scotty asked now intrigued.
"It's tale of love and betrayal." Curtis said gesticulating with his hands. "Desdemona was the daughter of a Venetian politician. Her father forbade her marriage to Othello, an African General."
Scotty nodded for Curtis to continue, however as he imagined the story, he could feel a stirring in his loins; one that he didn't want anyone else to see. Either Curtis didn't care or didn't mind, as he continued his story.
"Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see! She has deceived her father, and may thee" Curtis said with a flourish and flurry of hands.
"Sounds like an interesting story!" Scotty said excitedly before putting his hands in his pockets to cover his true excitement!
"I have a paperback copy that I can loan you if you like?" Curtis said motioning with his hand towards a nearby cottage.
Scotty was impressed with Curtis' small home, it was laid out in a very Spartan-like manner. The sheets were tucked in tightly, and no mess could be seen on the floor, Scotty also noticed the lack of any personal photos.
"Here you go!" Curtis said handing him the faded book.
Scotty looked it over, then spotted the Bible with a small virgin Mary statue and a candle.
"I didn't know you were Catholic?" Scotty asked inquiring.
"Yeah," Curtis said, "I saw, and did some bad things in Nam, and even worse things when I came back. Ms. Susanne helped me find Jesus, and something like salvation."
Not one to discuss religion in a bedroom, Scotty remained quiet until they left the cottage. When the two men moved outside Susanne was standing there waiting for them; she wore a blue tunic with a large white collar with buttons running down the middle. Scotty's 'morning wood' had long since disappeared, but now it threatened to return.
"Scotty." Susanne said. "I need to speak to you later, after dinner if possible."
Like a shaken can of pop, Scotty thought he'd suddenly explode from terror! He assumed that the jig was up, and policemen would be waiting later today!
Susanne smiled, then walked off. Scotty didn't know what to make of it.
"What do you think that's all about?" Scotty asked Curtis as they walked to lunch.
"Could be she needs your help with setting up chairs, and the like." Curtis replied holding the door to the smoke-filled dinning hall.
Scotty mulled this over as he found Stevie sitting with his folks and his mother at a circular table. He asked Curtis to join him, and when he politely refused, he insisted. When all the back and forth was done and Curtis was seated, Scotty did notice the micro-expressions of anger and disgust on Stevie's face. It was there for but a moment, then it was gone as he forged a smile on his face.
Lunch went incredible well, Scotty liked that there was no talk of the previous night, and when wine was served with the meal everyone became that much more joyful! Within a few minutes the table was filled with laughter as everyone took turns telling hilarious stories.
This time when Scotty felt something touch his ankle, he didn't leap out of his chair, or shout; he wanted to figure out who it was. Looking around the table he ruled out Stevie, and Curtis right away, both of them sat on either side of him.
The foot moved up his bare leg, goosebumps raced up his body at the speed of light! His growing manhood filled with blood as his mind raced to figure out who it was playing footsie with him; all that was left was Stevie's father, which he doubted, and hoped to God that it wasn't, he disliked the man's thick beard! That only left Stevie's mother, and... his own mother!
Mary wasn't his birth mother, the petite auburn haired woman married his father after his birth mother passed away when he was young. With his father now gone as well, she was all the family he had left.
She was wearing a sleeveless orange jumpsuit with a giant white belt around her slim waist. The V-neck cut in the front was so low that Scotty was dead certain there was no way he could maintain eye contact very long.
His legs were pushed apart to give access to vulnerable assets. He didn't resist as he looked at his mother, she had her chin in her hand as she stared intently at Curtis who between drags on his cigarette he described his duties here at Susanne's Guest House.
"I work the desk when Susanne has a guest to entertain, and sometimes I cook and clean." He said to an enthralled audience.
Scotty could feel toe nails touching his testicles through the fabric of his shorts. Most girls he dated skipped the balls and went straight for the bat when they played with him. He held his breath while the mysterious foot massaged his human meatballs.
"Mostly I do odd jobs 'round here." Curtis said. "Which includes entertainment, I plan the events, and ensure all the guests have a good time."
Scotty knew he was having a good time as the foot between his legs commenced stroking his man sausage up and down. The foot felt warm, and the toes soft, it was an experience unlike any he'd felt previously.
Words meant nothing to him at the table, he was in his own world with just his penis and that oh so sweet foot in it. If Stevie were to stab him with a fork in the hand, he would not have noticed. If this foot job were a blackhole, the only escape for him would be to plunge right in to see what lay on the other side!
Holding his breath to avoid revealing any indication that he was going super nova Scotty finally released his seed! His penis had grown out of his tight shorts long ago with the head above his belt. When he came it splashed against his stomach upwards filling his belly button.
It felt hot when it touched his skin, then quickly cooled as it formed a stick bond to his shirt. Breathing once again Scotty found that no one had notice him cumming. The mysterious foot under the table stroked him until he began to soften, then it ceased rubbing and withdrew.
His mother was speaking to Curtis, and Stevie's mother smoked whilst she spoke with her son. Stevie's father seemed to be looking at him, but when he spoke he addressed Stevie.
"Say Stevie, maybe you should play some lawn darts before you both go fishing." Stevie's father said as he put out his cigarette.
"As entertainment director, you can count on me being there!" Curtis stated.
"What do you say Scotty?" Stevie asked.
All eyes were on Scotty now, he had a stomach caked in cum, and as his penis deflated, his man-goo oozed out to make a mess of his shorts. He wished he could turn invisible and walk away!
"Yeah, that works for me." He said as he tried to make a fake smile.
Everyone rose at about the same time, then chatted as they put out cigarettes or lit new ones. Scotty remained seated as he wondered how he would cover his shame.
Two ideas popped into his mind, he could either hold Curtis' book over his groin, or fake a spill!
"Scotty, don't be such a slow-poke." Stevie said. "Let's go!"
Scotty's heart beat faster than when he jerked off to the couple making out the night before! With a shaking hand he reached for a glass of wine, then dropped it on himself as he rose.
"Way to go spaz!" Stevie said laughing.
Scotty looked down to see that he missed his jizz stains, he spilt wine on his shorts well away from his groin and stomach. Stevie laughed, however no one else seemed to notice or care.
"I have to change, I'll join you later." Scotty said making a hasty exit.
After a shower and a change Scotty found Stevie and Curtis smoking and playing lawn darts. They played for a couple hours, with several other guests joining and leaving, between rounds Curtis entertained them with jokes and inventing a new hand shake between the three of them. They'd yell out 'lay me some skin!' then commence with the handshake.
Mary came by to say she wasn't feeling well, Scotty said he'd go fishing with Stevie and maybe spend the night with him too in order to give her some quiet rest.
Scotty almost missed the split second glance his mother exchanged with Curtis. He made a mental note to go window shopping that night, with or without Stevie!
