(Warning! Sexual themes)
Now laying on his back after everything was finished, Shark was once again on the floor after being pushed out of of the bed.
Sinbad had quickly fallen asleep, once again uncaring as to whether or not he’d hurt his fuck buddy. The smell of tobacco still lingered in the air from his earlier smoking.
Eventually, laying on the floor was getting to be awkward. Shark quietly sat up and grabbed his clothing, pulling back on everything but his pants.
Don’t get your hopes up. They’re just the screenshots I used for the background/main blog page.
The screenshot on the main page, without text or edits.
The original background image.
Current background image, in color and without edits (it was edited mainly to have Sinbad be a little more visible)
Bill’s ‘speech’ turned out to be nothing more than him shouting about aliens, and flipping off anyone who bothered to show up. In the crowd, Shark was probably the only one who didn’t look particularly aghast at this.
Nearby, Shark then caught sight of his Uncle Dudley, and breathed a sigh of relief. Dudley just looked on himself with an expression of disturbed resignation.
“Do people actually want to vote for him,” Shark said to anyone who cared to listen, “or are they just here to watch him make an ass of himself?”
Later that evening, Shark was still reading as he was taking a bath. He made sure not to get his new book all wet, by using a footstool as a makeshift table.
Somewhere outside, he could hear his mother drunkenly singing off-key, which made him cringe and cover his ears. He was at least thankful he locked the door so she couldn’t get in.
Gently setting his book onto the footstool, Shark tried to sink deeper into the hot water. Hopefully he could stay in there until Silver passed out somewhere in the house.
When Shark felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked up fearfully at who had just arrived.
Regardless of who had walked in on him raging, he had no doubt he was getting in trouble. Thankfully, this proved not to be the case.
Shark wiped his eyes and sniffled once before speaking: Continue Reading
(Note: Homophobic slurs used at some point)
Although it was just the beginning of November, the Christmas decorations were already out.
Shark looked over a package of Starburst flavored candy canes, as he heard Sinbad’s voice in the aisle next to him.
“Yeah, I got them. I’m telling you, Amy, you gotta be more careful next time! Something called birth control? Maybe use it-eh? What?” He was presumably talking into his phone as he walked by.
(Warning! Brief sexual content and homophobic remarks)
Somehow eating pizza had segued into having loud, rough anal while bent over the bed.
All Shark could really do was grab at the bedsheets as he cried out. He barely even noticed the sweat forming on his exposed skin. He just kept himself bending over as Sinbad plowed him from behind.
Sinbad himself just kept a firm hold on Shark’s waist, grunting occasionally. Neither of them questioned why Sinbad kept a bottle of lube in his back pocket at all times. Continue Reading