TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD
JUNE•NINTEEN-EIGHTY FOUR
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As Michael patiently awaited Oloni's arrival he sat
in his living room and watched an episode of Diff'rent Strokes. It was hard to keep focus on the sitcom as he could only think about her. He smiled to himself at the thought of being with Oloni; he hadn't felt this happy in a very long time. Michael was coming out of a deep depression before he met Oloni. Months prior to their divine meeting; Michael was on the verge of suicide.
He was reckless with his body and engaged in risky behaviors such a drugs, alcohol, and sex. A hole was
in his heart from childhood trauma he so desperately wanted to forget. It all stemmed from sexual abuse.
Michael was exposed to sex at a young age by
a couple who were friends of the family. Loosing his virginity at sixteen was considered pretty normal from what his friends would say but his circumstances weren't.
Unlike his friends who engaged in sexual exploration with their fellow peers, Michael was experiencing that with a woman and her husband.
This couple was close to Michael's mother.
Michael never thought that they were bad people.
They used to pay Michael to cut the grass and would give him sandwiches to eat and lemonade to drink when the sun was scorching hot.
Michael liked the Peterson's.
They would even let him drink Alcohol.
"Don't tell your Mother about us letting you drink Michael." Mr Peterson would always say.
"Michael, you're a man right?"
Michael nodded, "Ofcourse I'm a man. A grown man." He pounded his chest before tipsily falling against the couch. "You ever been with a woman?" Mr Peterson said. Mrs Peterson sat close to Michael, thigh to thigh.
Michael shook his head; slightly laughed."I almost
did but couldn't get it up. I was so embarrassed that day...to make matters worse it was with my crush.
I still like her too...but she's dating some jock."
The Peterson's shared malevolent glances.
"If you're such a man, kiss my wife." Mr Peterson instructed bodly. Michael looked at Mrs Peterson who placed her hand on his upper thigh. She was a pretty white lady with blonde hair and green eyes.
"Kiss her?" Michael glanced over to Mr Peterson.
His blue eyes pierced through his innocent soul.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of alittle smooch...I thought you was a man?" Mr Peterson taunted him.
"I am a man!" Michael shouted.
"Well stop pussyfooting around and kiss my
fucking wife." Mr Peterson sat down in a chair before him with his legs spreaded wide. Michael finally kissed Mrs Peterson but it wasn't a simple peck; she stuck her tongue inside of his mouth and her husband watched. Rubbing himself in sexual gratification.
This night led to Michael loosing his virginity.
This night was the start of Michael being sexually exploited.
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Late Night Cinema | MJ SS
ФанфикMichael, an eccentric man, into everything deemed as sexually taboo becomes infatuated with a new crew member that works at an Adult Cinema he frequents.
