Vadik, at the age of 13, became interested in anal masturbation. Then he caught himself thinking that he was homosexual.

He never talked to girls. In general, he was a very closed man. He really wanted to try anal sex, but lacked the courage to realize his dream, then he began to masturbate anally, shoving various items into his ass. He had plenty of time for this. His mother worked as a conductor, and his father served in the north. Every day, Vadik would come home, split off in front of a mirror, go to the kitchen, lubricate his anus with oil, and think what a strange object to insert into his anus. He even kept a diary, recording there all the items that had been in his anus, set the date and time. For five years, it was already almost a completely written common notebook. What was just there, almost all types of sausages, jars, bottles, legs from chairs, crystal vases, almost all dishes, and even stale apricots. His hole has already become so huge that almost everything could be placed there. Vadik all wanted to try sex with a man, when he shoved another item into his ass, he imagined that he was a member of a huge man. Wadik especially liked black bodybuilders.

When Vadik's father came home again, he brought with him from the far north two huge frozen fish. These were two big mackerel. My father stayed at home all day, and left, and before the arrival of his mother there were still two days left. As soon as Vadik's father left, he took out his notebook and began to admire his achievements. His eyes stopped on the column "Sausages", he remembered how two weeks ago, he shoved his doctor sausage into his asshole, and he wanted to experience feelings of fullness again. Vadik opened a notebook on the last page was decorated with the inscription - the remote from Vidic, number and date. Again, memories came flooding over him, how he stuck the remote in his ass, how nicely the rubber buttons tickled his rectum, and how he got his face from his father, for a spoiled remote, Vadik then said that he dropped it from a balkon to a dog's poop.

So again, he wanted to masturbate anally. Vadik began to think why it would not be usual to shove his ass,

Maybe papin sopog? although he already tried the sail shoes

Can a screwdriver handle, or a toilet brush?

Maybe a pack of cigarettes or a lighter?

All this has already happened, today it should not have been anything special.

Vadik reached into the refrigerator, scanned the shelves, and saw nothing worthy of attention. He opened the freezer, and there he saw two Eskimo "Pinocchio". Here it is a solution, Vadik had never fucked himself tightly with frozen ice cream, He quickly took off his underpants, lay down on a large oak kitchen table (it was his favorite place), turned up one popsicle, and tried to stick in myself. Nothing came of it, only ass soiled chocolate. Vadik was puzzled, his eyes running around the kitchen in search of a subject in order to expand his anus. He never put anything cold in his ass, and now he wanted to experience a new sensation. He kept thinking and thinking, the prankster Buratino looked from the ice cream wrap, and seemed to be laughing at the Vadik. Vadik again began to peer into the kitchen, looked again at the refrigerator, in the freezer, a little lower. Of course! here it is a solution, you can extend the sube anus with a huge soddelka, although no, he looked into the freezer again, the solution is already close, the ice cream is melting, and there is certainly no more effective sort of thing. Vadim got up from the table and quickly grabbed the sordelka, and without smudging he inserted into the anus, rapidly expanding the hole, pulled out the sordelka, lay down again, and the ice cream entered perfectly. A wave of new sensations covered Vadim, with one hand he moved the ice cream in his asshole, it melted there, and with the other it jerked the penis. He liked that a lot.When the ice cream maker was already quite small, Vadik pulled it out, put it in his mouth, unwrapped the second popsicle, and with a quick movement drove it into his asshole, having previously gotten cancer. From the label of ice cream, the prankish Buratino still smiled, and Vadim flew away to another universe from happiness. In the world where wild flowers grew, and at the same time snow fell, in a world where only black bodybuilders lived, with ice huyi as cold as ice, in a world without sorrow and sorrow.

Vadim lost his sensation of reality, had already begun to approach an orgasm, when suddenly he received a severe blow to the ass than something very cold, even colder than ice cream. Vadik at first thought that this bodybuilder got out of his fantasies and thrashed him with his icy dick, and continued the manipulations. But the second blow finally brought him back to the harsh reality. It turned out that this was not a bodybuilder who beat him with a dick, but that he was a stern father, who unexpectedly returned and saw his little son standing with cancer on the table, shoving his popsicle in his ass, and at the same time he was eating another popsicle. Yes, it really was his father, his flight was canceled due to bad weather, and he was forced to return home. He opened the door with a key, which Vadik did not hear, walked into the kitchen, saw on the table his only son, a fat, stinky bastard bastard, fucking himself in the ass with ice cream. Then my father looked at the open refrigerator, took out a huge fish, and shook her bastard son in the ass two times.

- What are you doing stupid bastard. Father asked

- Dad I'm just me I'm

- You dirty fag answer me

Vadik wept bitterly, he did not know where to go from shame. The father saw a notebook lying next to him and, having shed his tears a little, he understood what his son was interested in, while he and his mother plowed the works like damned.

- So you are a piddling pervert, you are not my son anymore, get out on the street nit, you are not my son.

Father continued flipping through the notebook:

Grandfathers of the order, packing from under tablets, cockroaches a piece of chalk.

My father is about to have a heart attack.

My gun, door handles, plugs from the outlets.

The father kept flipping through the notebook and yelling at his son so that he could get out. Vadik was all in tears, began to quickly pull up his pants, when suddenly the father saw the last inscription “Remote from Vidic”. He had been saving money for Vidic for two years, and walking with a bare ass, because of him he cheated and humiliated, and his son spoiled remote controller. After all, he almost believed that Wadiou had dropped him from a balkon into a dog poo.

My father roared with anger, pumped all the same huge fish, then pulled off his newly dressed pants, and thrust this fish in the ass to the son's tail.