A Dog Day Afternoon

>Lemy couldn’t understand it. Why did he keep getting cucked? He was handsome, intelligent, and had a winning personality. At eleven inches, his dick was only a half inch smaller than dad’s and he was fairly certain he knew how to use it. He was caring, affectionate, and always kind to his sisters. None of that mattered because none of them would sleep with him not even Lyra, his girlfriend. They all went for dad and he had to sit there awash in the sights, sounds, and smells of other people getting off while he had to jack off cold and alone.
>On his birthday, he got home from school only to find dad, Lyra, and Lina having a threesome on the couch. Lyra rode dad’s face and Lina rode his dick. They faced each other and kissed passionately, their hands fondling each other’s breasts.
>Really? On my birthday?
>Tears welled in his eyes. Fuck this. Let them have dad. Dad was a pump them and dump them player, Lemy would actually love and be there for them. They didn’t deserve that.
>He left and spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around and thinking about it, getting sadder and hornier as time went on. He really needed to get off. He could go to Lizy, but he wasn’t in the mood for a clumsy handjob no matter how enthusastic.
>Finally, it hit him.
>Gloom.
>He walked to her house and knocked on the door. She answered wearing a silky black robe over black bikini bottoms and nothing else. The pale, fleshy globes of her breasts were visible through the fabric and Lemy’s throat tightened. She brightened. “Hi, Lemy!”
>”Hey Gloom. You want to hang out?”
>”Sure, come on in.”
>Gloom sat on the couch with her legs folded beneath her, and Lemy lay with his head in her lap. She tenderly stroked his hair as he told her all his problems. The bullies who kept beating him up at school because he was too weak and puny to protect himself, Dad constantly stealing his girlfriends, mom giving him pity blowjobs and gagging in disgust while she did it, Lyle being a better man than him. “What’s wrong with me?” he asked tearfully.
>Gloom frowned in sympathy. “Nothing’s wrong with you, Lemy,” she said and brushed her fingertips across his forehead. “You’re great. I don’t know why they don’t see what an amazing boy you are.” She leaned over and a devlish smile crossed her lips, stopping Lemy’s heart. “But I do.”
>Her lips touched his and his body jolted. Her breath filled his mouth like perfume, and her tongue lightly caressed his. He reached his hands up and slipped his fingers into her hair then deepened the kiss.
>Suddenly Gloom’s dog barked from the kitchen.
>Gloom pulled away and tucked her hair behind her ear. Was she rejecting him too? He couldn’t take another rejection. It would kill him. He started to cry and Gloom pressed her finger to his lips. “Just let me put Spot out and we’ll pick back up where we left off.” Then, a solomn vow. “I promise, Lemy.”
>Lemy nodded. “O-Okay.”
>He sat up and Gloom got to her feet. She pulled her robe closed and went into the kitchen, winking at him over her shoulder before disappearing through the archway. Lemy took a deep breath and struggled to keep himself together. Gloom was niceness personified, like a goth Leni with big tits, she would never hurt him. Granted she was probably only doing this out of pity but at least she wouldn’t roll her eyes at him the way mom did on the rare occasions she let him fuck her. The whole time mom stared blankly up at the ceiling and didn’t move. When he shook and came and called her mommy, she sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, in the flatest tone ever, “Oh God Lemy.”
>Gloom would never do that. She was sweet and loving.
>Lemy waited and waited and waited. Where was she? It was taking a really long time. Finally, he got up and went into the kitchen, expecting to find Gloom kneeling next to Spot and rubbing his head. Sorry Lemy I got caught up giving my puppers loving, she woud say. Instead, the kitchen was empty.
>Must be outside.
>He went to the sliding glass door, opened it, and stepped onto the back patio. “Gloom I-”
>His jaw dropped.
>Gloom was on all fours like an animal, her pale, freckled butt thrust high into he air and her robe hiked up to her hips. Her bikini bottoms were pulled down to her ankles and Spot was propped up behind her, forepaws resting on her rounded rump, small body pumpiing madly back and forth. Gloom’s tongue lolled from her mouth and her face blazed a crazy shade of crimson.
>Lemy gaped. “REALLY I’M BEING KEKED BY A DOG NOW???”
>Gloom let out a howling moan when Spot’s dick knotted, then his creamy dog cum oozed out from his pussy and dripped to the stonework.
>”Spot~”
>Beginning to sob, Lemy spun around and ran away. A dog...he was literally worse than a dog...no one wanted him and no one ever would, they’d rather have Dad, Lyle, and Spot. If he was a real man, he would jump in front of a bus and end it all but he wasn’t, so he went home, clutched his pillow to his chest, and cried himself to sleep.