Stuffed Toy

Chapter 2

By Michael Juha

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“Mikooooo!!!” Mom released that familiar scream again.

I rushed to my room and there I found her in front of my closet. It was already opened and inside it were my stuffed animals – cats, some birds, a rabbit, a mouse, a few dogs, a rooster, pigeon, a piglet, a turtle, even a fish. I just stood there waiting to hear for her next words.

“That new cat! Where did you get it? Did you kill it too? Why can’t you stop this, Miko? Stop it! You are killing animals! Don’t you know that? It’s insane!”

“I’m not killing animals, mom! I gave them a life that is free from death, free from pain!”

“What??? Are you God? This is crazy!”

“I love these animals mom. That’s why I keep them.”

“At the expense of their life!” She yelled as she left.

She was right. I killed most of those animals. But I don’t know. I can’t just stop myself from doing it.

One afternoon, Marco visited again. But mom wasn’t around. “She has a seminar in the big city and she won’t be home until tomorrow evening.” I told him

He was about to leave when out of nowhere, I spontaneously uttered, “Why won’t you stay?”

“I’m sorry?” he snapped turning his head towards me.

“Why won’t you stay? While mom isn’t around, you can spend time with me... your future stepson.” I said.

His eyes widened in excitement. He released a big grin on his face, messed my hair with his hand and said, “Why not? Nice idea!”

He went inside, sat on the sofa as I went for the big bottle of gin on the shelf.

“So what is your idea of a good bonding with your future stepdad, Miko!” he asked.

“How about a drink?” as I showed him the bottle of gin.

He laughed. He could not have imagined that I drink. I took 2 wine glasses from the kitchen and when I came back, I poured some gin on them.

And so we drank. I sat beside him on the sofa.

“I haven’t seen you going out or play something like basketball or any sport like the other boys. How do you spend your spare time?”

“First of all, I’m not a boy anymore. I’m turning twenty in three months...”

“Oww... that’s good.” He nodded. “I thought you are just sixteen! You look so young.

“Thanks.”

“So, what do you do?”

“I stuff animals...”

“What???” He was a little confused with what he heard.

“Animals... I stuff them. That’s what I do. I love it” I clarified.

“You mean dead animals.”

“Of course… dead animals. You don’t stuff live animals, do you?”

We both bust into laughter.

“So, where are these stuffed ‘dead’ animals now?” emphasizing the word “dead”

“In my room. Do you want to see them? Mom hates them, so I keep them inside my closet.”

“Ok… I don’t hate stuffed animals. I like them. Come on! I want to see them!” was his excited reaction as he stood up bringing with him his glass of half-filled wine.

I stood up too, brought with me the drinks and the ice bucket. I wanted us to continue drinking in my room.

When we reached inside, I placed the wine and the ice bucket on the table as he remained standing near the door, watching my every move.

I went to the closet door and opened it slowly. I tried to raise his excitement.

“Whoaaaaaa! Shitttt! They all look real, man! How did you do that?” as his eyes bulged in amazement.

“Experience! And it’s always better if the animals were alive before stuffing.” As I extended to him the glass of wine.

He took the glass and drank. “You mean... immediately after they die, you stuff them,” he corrected.

“Yeah, with fresh blood and all!”

“Amazing! You are very talented!”

“Thanks.”

We were halfway through the bottle when I felt that he was already drunk. I could feel the tipsiness on my head too. I reached for the remote and open the TV. I played a porn movie on my DVD.

There was silence between us. The only sound that we could hear was the moaning coming out from porn film.

He occasionally took a sip from his wine glass while his eyes were focused on the TV monitor.

I obliviously stood up and removed my shirt, dumped it on the floor. Then I pulled down my pants, dumped it on the floor too. And with only my brief on, I lazily dropped my body on the bed. “I am already drunkkkk!” I exclaimed.

“D-do you want me to leave?” Was his answer.

“No... I want you to lay beside me here on my bed.” Was my candid reply.

There was a pause. He gave me that puzzled look. His eyes were asking if I really meant what I said.

“Please...” I pleaded, my arm stretched towards his direction as if wanting to hold him.

“Er… I don’t understand…”

“There is nothing to confuse, dad,” I said emphasizing the word “dad”. “You son just need a hug, is there a problem?”

“O-on the bed?”

“Yeah, on the bed.”

“Naked?”

“I prefer naked, so I can feel your skin.”

“Are you gay, Mico?”

“Do you hate gays?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t worry, I’m straight.”

He struggled to stand up. I could still see how he tried to straighten his balance. Then he removed his t-shirt, dumped it haphazardly on the floor. He unbuckled his pants, untangled the buttons of his fly, and shoved it down.

When he tried to stand up again, I could see from his white boxers the big bulge of his manhood. He had a hard-on!

I was like in a trance to see him in that position. I could see his sexy body; his sculpted chest, his six-pack abs, his muscular thighs, and the pubes running from his chest down his navel and into the under-part of his boxers. I knew where the line ended... My mind was tickled by the thought of how huge that thing he was hiding under his boxers.

He walked towards the bed. I moved to give him a space as he dropped his body next to mine.

I immediately gave him a tight hug. I felt the warmth of his skin. It was like there was an electric current streaming into my system. I grabbed his head and kissed his lips. He didn’t protest.

“I thought you said you are straight…” Marco said as he loosened himself from my tight hug.

“I lied. How about you? I thought you hate gays.”

“I lied too.”

I grabbed his body tight. We kissed like we both wanted it to happen. He kissed me like he wanted me for the rest of his life.

I played my tongue inside his mouth. An unmistakable tingling sensation overwhelmed me. That was the first time in my life to kiss a man. I could hardly explain the feeling. It was compelling. “Was it the alcohol? Or was it the thought of Marco trying to steal my mom from me?” My mind screamed.

So I continued to kiss him savoring the unexplainable but addictive sensation. He returned my hugs and caresses. We kissed like we famished for that sensual desire.

Then I mounted myself above Marco, ran my tongue into his face, ears, neck, chest, licking it for some minutes. And when I sucked his n*****s, I felt like he was about to explode. I stayed there for another minutes before working it down to his navel. I hurriedly pulled down his white boxers and almost instantaneously, I slotted his hard-on into my mouth. He released a deep moan, “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!” as my head oscillated up-and-down his crotch, his hands guiding my head.

When he could no longer hold on, he rose up, pulled me up into all fours. He shoved down my brief. His hand reached for the lubricant on the side table, poured it into his palm, rubbed it into his hard on. As he entered me from behind, I jerked but I continued to mount my butt into his staff. Inch by inch he got in. I released a huge moan. It was so painful but I tried to endure it. “Arrrrghhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!” He ran his hand over my body, caressing it while our tongues played together inside our mouths. He pounded me slowly in the beginning but as the pain started to lessen and I started to moan and arched one of my hands to his butt, his pounding intensified. Until he removed his hard-on from my behind, hurriedly pulled my hair, guiding me to position my face into his c**k as his semen exploded into my mouth.

He lay flat on the bed as I kept stroking myself as I mounted myself on top of him, my mouth sealed his. His hand reached for my hard-on and I allowed him to stroke it. When I felt like I was about to come, I bit Marco’s lip. Marco knew it, so he stroke my c**k harder until my semen splattered all over his belly.

We continued to kiss until both of us lay flat on the bed gasping for breath. We slept, our arms arched over each other’s body.

It was 7 in the morning when I woke up. My head was heavy and I felt queasy. As I turned to Marco, he was still asleep.

I flipped to his side. I planted a kiss on his lips.

“Uhhhhmmmmm!” He moaned and opened his eyes. When he saw me, there was a smile on his face, “I’m sorry...” he said.

I pressed my finger over his lips. “You don’t have to. I like what we did...”

He just smiled. Suddenly, he rose up. “What time is it?”

“Nine in the morning!”

“s**t! I am late!”

He collected his clothes from the floor. “This is just our little secret huh!” he said as he hurriedly put them on and left.

(To be continued)