Page 4 of My Irresistible Enemy

AIDEN: Come to think of it, maybe if I was up all night with YOUR dad, it wouldn’t be so bad

HENRY: Oh my God, friendship terminated

AIDEN: What? Your dad’s kinda hot, in that nerdy-professor kind of way

HENRY: Gross, goodbye

AIDEN: I love you too

I wandered over to a bench as the ferry chugged across the water. I really did need to post a new video soon, but who knew how long it would take my luggage to arrive.

Maybe I could find a dildo substitute in my room at the bed and breakfast? A TV remote, or like, a hairdryer. Could I fit the end of a hairdryer in my ass? I might have to find out.

But in the meantime, I could share a text post on my account. Not as good as a video, but a little something to tide my subscribers over. I paused for a moment, thinking, then opened the CamFans app back up on my phone.

Dear Greg,

I don’t know if I’ll ever work up the nerve to send this to you, but I want you so bad, it’s killing me.

Something brushed my shoulder, and I looked up to see that older man sitting down next to me—the one who’d been talking to the hot guy. He had a cup of coffee and a newspaper with him.

Kind of unfair, if you asked me. Why couldn’t the hot guy have needed a place to sit? I turned back to my phone.

I know it’s wrong, to want you like this. Even though we’re not related, you’re still the man of the house. But I just can’t help myself. Every time I think about you, I get so horny.

The man sitting next to me cleared his throat, but when I looked up, he was staring out over the water. I shrugged.

I need your cock, Daddy. I need it in my ass. I know it’s bad to want you, but I can’t help it. Can you punish me? Fuck me into the mattress for thinking all these lustful thoughts?

There it was again—another throat clearing. I didn’t move my head this time, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see the older man staring at me, his lip curled in distaste.

What the fuck was his problem? If he didn’t like it, he didn’t have to sit so close. There were plenty of other benches on the ferry.

I want you to fuck me raw and fill me up. Leave me moaning on the mattress, your load trickling out of me. I want you to get your dick wet with it, then feed it to me, still warm from my ass.

“Disgusting.”

The word was muted but clear, and when I looked up, the man was shaking his head like he was offended. But if he thought he could intimidate me, he was going to be sorely disappointed. I’d had my own parents tell me to my face that they regretted bringing me into this world. A dirty look from a stranger was nothing. Homophobia only made me more determined to be loud and proud.

I arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me, do you have something to say?”

The man made a noise in the back of his throat like one of Henry’s cats coughing up a hairball. I just smiled sweetly and went back to my phone. This guy didn’t like what I was writing? He hadn’t seenanythingyet.

But you know that won’t be enough to satisfy me. You know that if I’m ever going to be taught to respect you, I need to learn you can make me do whatever you want, whenever you want, with whoever you want.

I need to be stripped naked and have my legs spread and tied to your bedposts. And then, while my ass is still sore from the punishment it took from your cock, you call your other dad friends over and they take turns on me. They fuck me until I’m barely conscious anymore, until I can’t hold all their seed inside me and it spills out onto the sheets.

I could see the man’s gaze getting darker by the second, and I smiled. If he was so offended, he didn’t have to keep reading. No one was holding a gun to his head. But as long as I had an audience, I might as well put on a show.

I went back to typing.

Then, once your friends are gone, you plunge into my sore, worn-out boypussy again, cum spurting out the sides as your dick slides in. I don’t fight back. I don’t have any energy left, and besides, I love it. And as you thrust into me, telling me to take it all, I whisper, “Breed me, Daddy,” and you know from then on that I’ll do anything you want.

Love,

Sam

“Filth,” the man muttered.

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