------------DISCLAIMER STATEMENT---------------------
This is a sexually graphic with adult content.
You must be 21 years of age to read. The characters in
this sexual fantasy are imaginary, and are not a
representation, in any manner, of any real world
persons or groups or organizations.
------------DISCLAIMER STATEMENT---------------------
This is a sexually graphic with adult content.
You must be 21 years of age to read. The characters in
this sexual fantasy are imaginary, and are not a
representation, in any manner, of any real world
persons or groups or organizations.
Story Content: (TV/TG, MM)
Title: A Future Society
Author: Es2c
"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice that you're
wearing the insignia of a class F male."
"Yes, the state makes us wear it, but why do you ask?
Are you a state inspector?" I asked the stranger in the
busy subway station.
"No, I'm not. I'm a class A myself. However, the
reason I stopped to ask is that I-I understand that Class
F's have been tested and determined to have a strong
genetic trait for being, w-well for having feminine
feelings and desires."
"That's true. But I don't see why the state is so
insisting that we be humiliated by wearing these small
lavender and pink pins. I've only been recently classified
- in fact only two days ago. They say we tend to be swayed
by cheap and tawdry compliments. They say we can't help it
but be swayed by the filmiest of compliments because our
self esteem is so low that we need praise of any kind.
Other are always making fun of us. Plus it's hard to
get promotions and I'm always having to do all the menial
dirty unimportant jobs at work with almost no chance of
promotion."
"I see." The stranger said as we both sat down while
we talked as we waited for the next train.
"You see, the reason I stopped you is to see whether
you'd help me out."
"Help you out?" I said with a puzzling look.
"You see, I looked at your face and especially your
lips and well, I got aroused. I could only think how
delightful it would be to slide my hard dick back and forth
over your full lips and shoot my in your mouth. That
would feel so good right now."
"That's really disgusting to come up and say that to
me in public. However, for some strange reason, it sounds
good to me too. I shouldn't even be saying something like
that. I think the government has programmed us Class Fs or
something. You seem such a nice fellow and all, and I do
have a few minutes and now you've got me aroused too. I
have this craving to taste some hot semen."
"Maybe we could go over to one those hour rooms right
down the way here in the station and attend to both my need
and your craving, since we both have what the other needs."
"You're right it does make sense for us to do that. I
know would agree."
"You still live with your mom? You must be at least
25." The stranger said to me as we walked in the direction
he said there were theses Government run sex relief
quarters.
AN HOUR LATER
"I'm telling you, that was really great. I never knew
semen could taste so good and that I'd feel so delighted at
having splattered all over my face or someone fucking
me up the ass too. I guess I have to thank you and take
back what I said about the Government having us wear these
cute pins. For some reason, they look prettier than
before."
"No thanks required. We both were just fulfilling our
roles the government desired of us. You being there for me
and me for you."
Before the stranger, whose name was John, left, I
don't know why, I wanted to kneel and kiss his cock one
more time. I asked and he agreed.
"Are you still hungry for more dick cream?" He asked
as he was pulling up his pants and zipping up.
"Yes." I was startled at the confidence of my own
reply.
The stranger suggested I walk around the station and
more actively finger and caress my pin.
"That will let other Class A's know you're proud of
your classification and they're bound to come forth with
offers for one with such pretty and delightful lips for
hard cocks. By the way, here's a little something for the
mess I made of your face and your troubles." He said as he
threw a bill on the floor just before closing the door of
the small room.
I picked it up and unfolded it. It was a ten-dollar
bill.
How nice of him I thought. He paid for the room and
gave me a ten too.
It's so nice when a invites me to a secluded area
and asks me to suckle on his rigid tool. For some reason I
adore being called a or a when I'm swallowing
cum from a spurting cock.
I did as he suggested and sought out more dicks to
suck.
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