Featuring:Henry discover's August's wooden body and grants him one last sexual wish. (Henry’s POV)
I was sprinting to August’s room in Granny’s B&B. Emma wanted to leave Storybrooke with me and I couldn’t let that happen! We had to get her to believe! We had to get her to break the curse! I ran down the corridor and then worriedly knocked on his door. “Hang on!” I heard him call from the other side. I was wearing my coat, my brown scarf, a chequered shirt and a grey top as well as a pair of jeans. The moment the door opened, I began pushing my way inside. “August, please, I need your help!” I told him. “Emma wants to leave.” I said, standing in the middle of his room. “What? Slow down.” August frowned. He was wearing a black jacket over a dark grey polo and his gloves again, along with a pair of dark jeans. “You were going to make her believe. You have to!” I told him. “I know, Henry. I’m sorry, I… I failed.” August said, looking saddened. “Failed?” “I tried to show her. At first it was my legs and now… Now take a look… At the unvarnished truth...” August said before I watched him slowly pull down his sleeve. His arm… “It’s wood!” I gasped. It looked like a table leg! It looked crazy! “Yes.” August sighed. “All of this… I was right! The curse - it’s real!” I beamed. “You’re a smart kid.” August nodded. “And you’re Pinocchio!” I exclaimed. “What gave it away?” August said, sarcastically. “But why are you turning back to wood? Your story… You should be real…” “I’m changing back because… I haven’t exactly been a good boy.” August admitted. “And uh…” He then went down to his knees, so we were face to face with each other. His eyes were like blue diamonds. “Well, if the curse doesn’t break, this doesn’t stop.” He told me. The answer seemed obvious. “So we show Emma that you’re turning back into the puppet you were, and then she has to believe and when she does, she could break the curse.” I suggested. “I tried that. She doesn’t want to see, so she doesn’t. There’s nothing more that I can do.” August sighed. “I-I’m getting tired. It’s hard to ride and it’s hard to walk. Soon, it’s gonna be hard to breathe.” He admitted. “So we have to do something fast.” I told him. “But there’s nothing to do. And with what little time I have left, I want to spend it with my father.” August reasoned. “Marco.” I nodded. “Told you, you were a smart kid.” August smiled, before leaning in and kissing me.
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Featuring:David takes Henry into the supply closet of the animal shelter for some more naughty fun. (Henry’s POV)
I was… Horny. Really horny. It was first thing in the morning and I was wearing my school uniform (black cardigan over a white button down shirt) and my coat. August wasn’t around, I think he went on some trip with my real Mom, so I went to my (in theory) Grandad. I assumed he was at the Animal Shelter, as last I heard that’s where he worked. So, I went over and came through the door. There he was, sitting behind the counter, looking rather bored. He was wearing a dark lavender and white chequered shirt over a forest green top. “Henry?” David frowned. “Hey.” I smiled. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “Is anybody else here?” I questioned. “N-No?” He said, already figuring out what I want. I went around the counter and straddled his lap. “Henry… I-I don’t know if we should be doing-“ but before he could answer, I connected our lips. But after a few seconds, David broke off. “Henry! Seriously, not here. It's too risky.” He told me, sternly, even though one of his hands were on my ass. “How often do people really come here?” I scoffed, feeling up his pec. “You'd be surprised. It's okay, there's a supply closet we can use.” David suggested with a smirk. “Mmm take me, Daddy.” I said, excited. Featuring:Jefferson peaks through his telescope to find Henry and David getting up to some secret fun in the police station. (Jefferson’s POV)
I had rufied Emma’s tea and she was unconscious in the living room, tied up. Snow, or Mary Margaret, was in her own room, tied to a chair and gagged. It was going to happen. I was finally gonna get Emma to make the hat work so I could finally get out of Storybrooke... I sat by my telescope, glad I was successful. Out of boredom, I peaked into the telescope and could look through one of the windows into the Sheriff’s station. Not a lot would happen there, I’d usually use it to spy on Emma - however through it I could see Henry and David. Henry was wearing his normal clothes, the big coat, a scarf, a jumper and a shirt, then a pair of jeans too. David was wearing a blue chequered shirt and a pair of dark jeans too. They were talking and seemed very confused, perhaps because the prisoner that was there had disappeared. Then... Something utterly mad happened! Henry suddenly grabbed David by the shirt and pulled him down into a KISS! “Holy shit!” I muttered under my breath, watching as the two men with a huge age difference began making out. I could clearly see that David was not resisting. David even suddenly picked Henry up and placed him on a desk, to kiss him deeper… “Shit…” I said, realising I was getting turned on by it. “Fuck it…” I undid my trousers and pulled them down along with my boxers and released my 7 inch dick. Featuring:Feeling depressed about the current situation, Henry seeks a moment with the mysterious stranger. (Henry’s POV)
I was sat in the Diner on my own, at the counter, feeling rather miserable. Mary Margaret was prime suspect for murder, even though she was Snow White and my own Mom wasn’t any closer to believing that she was the Saviour. Ruby could see I was upset and sprinkled some more cinnamon onto my hot chocolate for me, giving my back a caring rub. “I don’t think that hot chocolate's gonna drink itself.” A voice said when Ruby walked away. It was the Stranger. The same Stranger I sucked off in the toilets of this very Diner. He was looking hot again, wearing a leather jacket over a black shirt. I was wearing a dark jacket over a brown jumper, over a button down shirt. “You’re upset about your teacher, aren’t you?” “She didn’t do it.” I told him. “Why can’t anyone see that?” “Because most people just see what’s right in front of them.” The Stranger said. “And I don’t think you’re gonna find the answers you want at the bottom of that mug.” He continued. “Then where?” I sighed before taking a slurp. “That book in your bag?” He suggested. “You know I’m a writer. So I’m partial to finding my answers in the literary form.” “It’s just a book.” I sighed. “Is it?” “Yeah.” “I think we both know that that’s not the case.” The Stranger told me. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? “What do you know about it?” I asked him. “I know it’s a book of stories.” The Stranger said. “Aren’t all books?” I frowned. “Stories… That really happened.” The Stranger revealed. He was looking at me and as he spoke, I could feel the sexual tension grow. “You think my book is real?” I asked, surprised. “As real as I am.” The Stranger nodded. “How do you know?” I questioned. “Let’s just say that, uh… I’m a believer, and I want to help others see the light.” The Stranger told me. “But I already believe.” I frowned. “Oh, I’m not here for you, buddy. I’m here for Emma.” The Stranger told me, leaning closer. “So you want to get her to believe? Why don’t you just tell her?” I asked. “Well, there are some people - like you and me - who can go on faith, but others, like Emma, they need proof.” The Stranger reasoned. “Last time I tried to find proof I got trapped in a sinkhole.” I admitted. “There are less dangerous places to look.” He told me before reaching over and opening my bag a bit, showing me the book. He went to leave but I stopped him, by grabbing his arm. “Wait… Before you go…” I said, and he knew exactly what I wanted. Featuring:Despite knowing it's wrong, David finds himself craving Henry's body. (David's POV)
Why was this happening to me? I had just been found out for cheating on my wife with Mary Margaret, the whole town thought I was a scumbag and the woman I loved couldn't look me in the eye. And why was the only thing I could think of, was Henry's ass? It was all I could think about since the day I had fucked him and all I desired. It had gotten to the point where I was looking for him whilst walking through the streets in Storybrooke. It wasn't until after my conversation with Mary Margaret I saw him. I had just gotten into my truck when the passenger's door opened too. I gasped as Henry casually just sat down next to me. Where did he even come from?! He was wearing his same coat, over a blue and black patterned jumper, over a pale blue button-down shirt. He also wore a brown scarf and a pair of blue jeans. "Henry? What-What are you doing here?" I questioned, suddenly remembering how dangerous it could be if anyone found out. "I need you, David. I need you inside me." He said, sending a chill down my spine. Henry then suddenly reached over and groped my crotch. "And I know you want it too." Henry whispered. "Fuck, Henry... Fine... But, let's find somewhere more quiet." I muttered, starting the car. It was bad enough everyone knew I was a cheater, I really didn't want them knowing about Henry, too. |
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