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Friday, January 4, 2019

[SS-550] Rustic Town



[RUSTIC TOWN]

Queenie was walking in Testic Town. She was looking for her husband. 

He left their home a week ago for a business meeting. Three days after his return, he was still not back. He also did not contact her.

Testic town was a tourist spot. She did hear of stories of people not coming back after visiting the place. It was almost an urbam legend.

So, because of her worry, she decided to find him herself.

Testic Town was quite rustic. It seemed very provincial. It was mostly habitated my males-- young, able-bodied men like her husband.

She decided to ask the men about her husband. She was holding his pictures. Everybody said that hey did see him but did not know where he was during the time she was asking.

She got more worried about him.

While walking, she heard a male voice call her, "hey, you're the woman looking for her husband?"

She looked and saw that the man speaking to her was just in boxers, showering. He did look sexy as well.

She covered her eyes, "yes. It's me. Have you seen him?"

"I did. But you'll never find him. He's already gone away," he explained.

She raised her eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

He closed the shower and just left.


Again she continued walking, still confused. 

She got to a stable. There was a man inside. He was lying on ropes and wearing nothing but white flimsy briefs.


She looked away and still asked, "ohhh. Uhm I'd like to ask about my--"

"--your husband? I saw him by the rocky springs, east of hear. But I don't think he needs more company," he told her.

"What do you mean?" She was distraught.

Another man came and kissed him. There was a homoerotic tone in all the men in that town.

So she walked one more kilometer and found the springs, she did find her husband with another man. Both were naked.


She was behind them. Before she could call, the two started kissing each other.

She gasped as the two men swapped salivas and touched each other's bodies.

The other man saw her and asked her husband, "do you know her?"

Her husband squinted his eyes at her and spoke, "no. I don't."

She cried while she watched him go down on the other man to suck the latter's dick.



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