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Chapter #8
Danny
by: Unknown
"Huh..." Alan chuffs aloud. "Soaked in my own father's sweat... from his foot, no less... trampled under his toes as he goes for a run... and now covered in his cum as he snoozes after jerking himself off... Yeah, I have to say, I never would have seen this coming...."
Alan has not moved from the sock since Rick dropped it on the bedspread beside him. Now, as Rick is sleeping, Alan thinks it could probably be an ideal time to move, but... what's the point? The cum is drying around him. The air he breathes is a mingled odor of feet and cum, which Alan is disturbed to find pleasant. Disturbed, yes... but still pleasant. And thus, all the more disturbing. Do he doesn't move. He simply lets the cum dry around him. If he gets stuck... Well, he guesses he should have moved when he had the chance... BEFORE his father unintentionally jerked off with him. In a few seconds, Alan is going to decide he should have at least learned from the first time... and moved.
So it is that Alan is still sitting in the dried cum and crusty sock of Rick when the bedroom door opens and the face of Danny peaks in.
"Dammit!" Alan snaps, seeing Danny's face. He forgot Danny would be over this afternoon. Danny is a young college kid Rick hired to clean the house a few days a week. Alan suspects Rick actually just hired this young stud because he liked to look at him (Alan always suspected his father was... that way). Worse yet, Alan also suspects Danny knows about this... and likes it that way. (Danny also strikes Alan that way.)
Danny is a young computer geek college kid, though it's clear he spends a fair amount of time in the gym each week, as his muscles are small but well-toned. His blondish-brown hair is cut short in a buzz-cut, and he wears thick, black-rimmed glasses. Per usual, he's wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. And of course... he's carrying a laundry basket.
Alan quickly begins struggling to extracate himself from Rick's dried cum, but he already knows it's no use. Danny is already picking up Rick's other dirty sock on the floor. Alan spies from the interior of Rick's still-damp sock as Danny holds the sock up to his nose and sniffs Rick's smell in deeply before tossing it into the basket with the other clothes. Then, Danny's eyes are on Alan... or more accurately, on the sock in which Alan is hiding. Alan instantly stops moving and balls himself up as much as he can just before Danny's giant hand closes around the sock. Alan can feel the sock being lifted. Danny is going to smell it. He's going to find him. Alan just knows it!
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