Caption: Himbo Daddy

This caption is an early version of a short story I just released for patrons, and which will be publicly posted next week! It’s, uh, not my usual sort of story, you might say, but I thought I would give everyone something a bit lighter after a month and a half of “Straight Town”. If you’re a patron at the $5 level or higher, you can find the full story over here! Otherwise, you’ll have to wait a week, and see what comes later.


The new neighbors were nice enough I suppose–and they’d seemed perfectly normal when I’d first met them. A couple about the same age as me and my wife with two kids–one girl and one boy. But ever since the day I met him, that kid…his name is Nick–he gives me the creeps. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against faggots as long as they act normal enough, and they don’t fucking touch me or come onto me or any of that shit. Nick was gay–his dad told me (almost sounded like he was proud of him, which is gross to me too, but whatever) I warned my own son to stay away from him in any case, and figured the case the settled–since Nick was going to be moving out soon to start college at the end of the summer.

But for months now…I catch him looking at me. I’m mowing the lawn in a tanktop, and he’s up in some high window, leering down and watching me. I’ve seen him peeking in windows, all sorts of shit around here, but I’ve never managed to catch him red handed. In any case, I figure the pervy kid will be gone soon enough, so I don’t really have anything to worry about. Then, one Saturday while my son and wife are out, there’s a knock on the door, and a package for me. 

Curious, since I know I didn’t order anything, I open it up, and inside there’s this…underwear. Or at least, that was my best guess, since I had never seen anything like it before in my life. It’s bright electric blue, and there’s a mesh, semi-transparent pouch for my junk in the front, and then two big holes where, I guess, my ass would hang out–not like I’m going to put the thing on of course!

Yeah, of course…

I feel the fabric, and something in my head is…really curious now, what it might feel like. What could it hurt, I suppose? I go upstairs, strip naked, and pull the underwear on, missing a hole twice since there’s too many of them, but finally they snap around my waist properly…and I moan.

I can’t help myself. Looking in the mirror, and how the pouch cups my junk, running my hands over my ass which feels…really sensitive all of a sudden, I realize I’m hard as a rock–and that the window to my bedroom faces next door–and that there, ogling me, in Nick, right there.

I blush, but when I try to take them off, I can’t. Then, I hear the door downstairs, and up comes Nick, grinning his face off. “Hey daddy, you’re looking good in that gift I got you,” he says, “Why don’t you get up on the bed there, and show them off for me?”

I couldn’t resist what he asked, and he came up behind me and started kneading my ass through the holes in the underwear, and I moaned even louder, my cock hard and leaking in the pouch. 

“Looks like Daddy needs a fucking–don’t worry, I can take care of that for you.”

I begged him not to, I begged him. I’d never been fucked before, I’d thought it would hurt, but it…fuck, it didn’t hurt at all. He pulled the middle band of the underwear aside, slid his cock inside me…and I nearly screamed in pleasure, from the sensation of him, of…my boy fucking my daddy hole.

“Oh, I knew you were going to be a great summer daddy, I just knew it!” Nick moaned as he fucked me deep, “And I have so many things I want to see you in–you’re going to love being a dumb himbo daddy, I just know it.”


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