1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2


    Date: 11/23/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Death, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 78.8, Source: sexstories.com

    offered then to take me on Sunday. I wanted to decline, but Mom and Grandma thought it was a wonderful idea, an opportunity for us to bond. I reluctantly accepted, but I was wary. Leopards rarely change their spots. I didn’t understand his change in attitude. He had cursed me when he learned that I’d spend the weekend with Cinda; now he was all lovey-dovey as though I was his favorite. I knew I wasn’t anything close. Cinda and I hitched a ride to the game with DeJuan and his girlfriend. We cheered for Monroe as he led the team with over a hundred yards running and two touchdowns. Unfortunately, they were our only scores. We lost 20-14. Cinda and I walked home, wanting to extend our time together. I was pleased when Momma invited me to dinner. I called Mom for permission; I wasn’t surprised to hear Grandpa swearing at me in the background. Everything was back to normal. I congratulated Monroe on a good game, but he was down. “We can’t block worth a damn. There’s no running back on earth who can run when there’re no holes. We were much better than that team, but we couldn’t score when we had to.” I clapped him on the back and changed into my running outfit. I was home ten minutes later. Grandpa yelled at me for being so late, reminding me that we had an early start in the morning. I packed my sweatshirt in my backpack then studied for an hour or so before turning in. I was up before six, ate breakfast and was ready before Grandpa was even out of bed. We drove the short ...
    distance to the dock where Grandpa introduced me to his mate Tony. He had long scraggly hair and a hawksbill nose. How interesting. I watched from the cockpit as Tony released the lines that held the boat to the dock and Grandpa expertly backed out into the harbor. I stood with him, my backpack slung over my left shoulder, in the cabin. I was surprised that there was only the single crewman, then again maybe not. Clearly, operating the nets would require more than one man, so what was the purpose of this excursion? I had a feeling I knew, but time would tell. We were well out into the gulf when Grandpa told me, “Ty, go out with Tony. He’ll show you how the nets work.” “I’d rather stay here with you, Grandpa.” “Do what you’re told! Now…go aft with Tony. He’ll take good care of you.” I walked aft and as I did I realized my backpack felt kind of heavy. I felt the pocket and realized that I’d never removed my throwing stars after my weekend with Cinda. Dropping the backpack by a cabin wall I looked back toward the stern where Tony appeared to be busy. It wasn’t long before I realized it was a ruse. He had spent more than five minutes playing with some lines, but accomplishing nothing. I turned my back to him, keeping his reflection in the nearby window within my peripheral vision. I was hardly surprised when he ran up behind me and grabbed me, his arms wrapped tightly over mine and my chest. I surprised Tony by lifting my legs up to the wall and using the leverage to ram my head ...
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