Lo’s Dinner
“Is that the doorbell?” I asked, just as I was sitting down to eat dinner.
“Oh!” said Lo, getting up quickly from the table and rushing to the door.
“Oh what?”
“It’s the boys. They’re here to fix the leak.”
“What boys? What leak?”
“You know, Roy and Gary.”
“Oh, the brothers.”
“Yes,” she said, opening the door, letting them in.
They waved awkwardly at me.
“What leak?” I asked again.
“Oh, it’s not leaking yet, but it will be.”
Lo led the boys down the hall to the bedroom. I waited a couple of minutes. When I heard the moans of pleasure, I decided I’m not waiting any longer. I’m eating my dinner.
Suddenly I heard the Beatles playing, drowning out Lola’s voice.
About fifteen minutes later the boys were leaving. As they left, I saw them adjusting the crotches of their pants. They waved goodbye as awkwardly as they had greeted me.
Then Lola reentered the dining room, her face slathered in cum.
She sat down and looked at me, “Are you mad, Daddy?”
“I’m confused. What leak?”
“Oh,” she said, “me. I’m leaking, now.”
Lo Sprung a Leak
“I see. Lo, what is this all about?”
“What Daddy?”
“Having them drop by like this.”
“Well, they need a release. Their mom doesn’t let them see anyone.”
“So you let them in your bubble?”
“I sure did.”
“Lo, they’re so much younger than you.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“I mean, I thought you liked older men.”
“I like to be their sweet release.”
“You’ll get them in trouble with their mother. In fact, you might get in trouble with their mother.”
“She thinks that they’re just being handymen for me.”
“Very handy.”
“And the music?”
“I asked them both to ‘Cum together, right now, over me.’ And they did.”
“I thought you said you were leaking.”
“At that age, they’ve got such needs and. . .”
“And what?”
“And they’re so full!. They both came twice in that short time! Once over me, once in me. And they could have gone for more, I’m sure!”
“Still hungry?”
“Seeing two brothers jackin’ it like that over my naked body. . . YES! I’m soooo hungry!”
“I mean, for dinner.”
“Oh, no. Was it good?”
“You could have told me they were coming over!” I blurted out, not realizing that I was inadvertently speaking a double entendre.
“I didn’t know until they did.”
“But you invited them.”
“Yes, but they both came much faster than I expected.”
“Are we talking about the same thing?”
“I don’t know, are we?”
“How about some dessert?”
“Ok,” she said, “in the bedroom or here?”