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. (August’s POV)
Henry and I snuck into the Diner’s toilets, which were thankfully empty. He was practically pushing me into a stall, which he locked behind him. “Been a while Hen-“ Before I could finish, Henry grabbed me by the jacket and crashed his lips against mine, going on his tiptoes. I wrapped my arms around him as I went back and sat down on the toilet behind me. Soon, he was straddling my lap as we passionately made out with each other. I pushed the jacket off his arms and let it fall to the floor, as our tongues battled for dominance, mine clearly winning. “I want you to fuck me…” Henry whispered between kisses. “H-Henry… I don’t know if you want me to be your first time…” I muttered, though my hands were groping his butt cheeks. “Who says it’s my first?” Henry smirked, beginning to unbuckle my pants. I couldn’t believe how much of a slut he was! I kinda loved it… “Take these off.” I told him, before spanking his ass. “Yes, Sir.” Henry whispered, seductively, before standing up and shedding his jeans. “Shit…” I muttered, pulling my pants down enough to pull my hard cock out. Again, I didn’t want him to see my wooden limbs, at least not yet. He dropped to his knees, between my legs, within moments. “Such a hot cock…” He whispered before taking it into his mouth. “Awwwwwwh yeaaaah, Henry… That’s it…” I groaned as he swallowed as much as he could. Soon, his head was bouncing up and down, coating my cock in drool and giving me deja vu from when we last saw each other. (Henry’s POV) I had become addicted to cock - especially older cock. The Stranger and David were amazing, and I loved pleasuring them both. “Yeaaaah, Henry, keep going.” The Stranger groaned as I slurped at the tip, tasting his precum leak out already. “Shit, Henry, if you wanna get fucked we’d better get on with it.” The Stranger muttered. “Mmmm okay.” I said, popping off. I got up and straddled his lap, but just as I was gonna let the cock slide into me, we heard the door open. We listened as someone went over to the urinal. I pressed my finger against my lips, before slowly lowering myself onto the Stranger’s cock. His eyes widened as I bit my lip, feeling his size enter me inch by inch. We listened as we heard the man take his piss, which seemed to go on forever. When he finally finished, washed his hands and left, the Stranger and I let out a sigh of relief. “You fucking deserve this…” He growled before suddenly, he picked me up and stood up then slammed me against the stall door, his cock still inside me. “Oh shit!” I gasped before his cock began thrusting back and forth, violently into me. “Yeah, take it you cheeky bastard…” The Stranger grunted as he fucked me in the air. “Fuck, you’re so big…” I moaned, biting my bottom lip as he rammed into me. (August’s POV) Holy shit I had never felt something so insanely tight around my cock before. It felt incredible - like a tight vice. “Dammit, Henry, that’s amazing…” I grunted, thrusting into his hole as hard and fast as possible. “Ohhh fuck!” Henry moaned, gripping the top edge of the stall, knuckles going white. “Yeah, give it to me!” “Mmmm… Shit…” I groaned before crashing my lips into his. I didn’t want him to get too loud, in case someone heard from outside the toilets. I forced my tongue into his mouth as he moaned into mine, holding the boy up as if he were my puppet. “I’m-I’m gonna cum…” Henry whimpered between kisses. “Yeah, do it, baby…” I growled. “Awh fuck…” Henry moaned, before shooting a load onto his own face, then even got some on his clothes. “Argh shit!” I grunted before unloading into him. “Oh yeaaaah…” Henry groaned as I emptied my balls into him. (Henry’s POV) When he was done, the Stranger pulled back out of me and brought me down to the floor again. Panting, he walked back and sat down onto the toilet again. “Shit… Sorry if I went a bit rough, there.” He apologised. “Don’t ever apologise for that again.” I told him, grabbing a bit of toilet paper to wipe the sweat off my forehead. “You liked that, huh?” He smirked. “Fuck yeah…” I nodded. “Who the fuck was your first time, huh?” He asked, intrigued. “I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.” I said, liking him not knowing, as I pulled my pants back on. “Fine. Was he as good as me, at least?” The Stranger asked. “Are you jealous?” I realised. “Maybe.” He shrugged. “Well I’m not sure. I’ll have to continue comparing.” I winked before simply leaving the stall, leaving the older man on the toilet, with his cock out, dripping.
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