Chapter #11John chose male bodies by: Unknown “It’s male, I guess,” John mumbled, his voice easily overwhelmed by the ambient noise of the mall. However, Richard and his sensitive dog-like hearing picked up on it.
“What did you say? Mills?” Well… Richard heard it, but that doesn’t mean he understood it.
“I said males, not mills. I don’t feel like losing my dick in exchange for some girl’s coochie.” John thought about it, even imagining the idea of having someone’s cock slide inside his possible vagina. He imagined Richard doing that to him, and it disgusted him. Then he saw Sean with his stupidly ginormous cock dangling before his face while it grew harder as it waited to fuck his pussy. His soul shivers at the thought. Just imagining it alone scares him. Experiencing it for real would be even worse.
“Whatever floats your boat, man. Still, I wanted to experience fucking a girl once.”
John stared at Richard and gave him an incredulous look. “You fucked a witch yesterday.”
“She.. she doesn’t count. She wanted my semen more than she wanted to have sex with me. It’s cool, but I felt like a milked cow after we had sex with her.” Richard’s face flushed red, and John saw him trying to hide his growing boner. He didn’t really need to hide it, considering he didn’t have the necessary length to display a distinct projection on his baggy pants.
“Well, too bad. You’re not getting any pussy from me. Dicks, on the other hand, you’d find that plenty when you stick around with me.” Speaking of people with dicks, John found possible prey to help make his opal red. The nearest prospect was the father and son sitting on a bench across from them.
The father has this thick build, not like super big, but you can tell he’s strong. He was pretty hairy, but his beard was all trimmed, and his brown hair was neatly combed cowlick-style. He was wearing this cream-colored sweater that looked comfy as hell. It seemed to have sizable holes, but they were neatly patched, meaning he either loved that sweater or was too poor to buy a new one. It didn’t take long for John to find out which was which when his son came out of the carousel to run up to him.
"Dad! Can I ride again? Please, please, please!" The son begged, his adorable blue eyes adding to the effect. However, John was a bit irked, considering his son was a little too old to be begging for carousel rides. Eleven at the earliest and fourteen at the latest; that was his rough estimate. Probably homeschooled or tutored since he wasn’t at school right now. The father smiled before giving his son the exact cash so he could get another spin at the bright carousel ride. At that moment, John saw how loaded that man’s wallet was.
“Look at that guy,” John said as he pointed his lips toward the father’s direction. “You dig those two?”
“I don’t know, man. You choose. You’re the one with the fucking possession powers.” Richard said while scratching the back of his head. “If you’re talking about cash, I guess that man will do more than fine. Look at that fishing rod beside him. Those things cost more money than I could make flipping burgers for a year.”
“I never took you for a fishing buff,”
“I’m not. I just saw the price when I was window shopping here before. So, what will it be? Will you be possessing one of them or not? I’m getting a bit bored sitting around here doing nothing.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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