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Sir Clint and Asslicker Ian, PART II

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[To my beloved asshole of Sir Clint,

I can still remember the day I saw you for the first time. Sir Clint and his friends had been teasing me since biology class that morning. Even though I had only been attending this high school for two weeks, I already hated it. Sir Clint had already realized within a few days that I was a weak faggot. And he and his friends clearly enjoyed bullying me for it. That day I was dragged to the toilet by them. It wasn't the first time. I expected them to stick my head in the toilet bowl again. But this time it was a little different. Sir Clint teased me that he had heard that homos like to eat ass. And claimed that I also had a preference for it. I said no, of course, and protested when he suggested “to prove” his claim. Of course, inside I knew he was right. At this point I had already watched gay porn a lot and had a particular fondness for rimming videos. But I couldn't admit that. When Sir Clint finally pulled down his pants and held his ass in front of my face, I saw you for the first time. The sight was beautiful, you adorned Sir Clint's toned muscle ass perfectly. A small wreath of hair surrounded you, some hair curled due to the sweat. You had a soft pink color and twitched playfully a few times. It was like I was in hypnosis... When Sir Clint and the others asked me to touch you with my mouth, I fought my desire. I tried to escape, but Sir Jim and Sir Daniel held me. They pushed my head towards you until my lips finally touched you. All three burst out laughing. My heart was racing like crazy. But it wasn't because of the humiliation from Sir Clint and the others. It was because this was my first kiss. Yes, you heard right, my beloved hole. My first kiss wasn't with another boy, but with you - and I'll never forget that moment! Sir Clint and his friends ordered me to lick you, but to be honest I would have done that anyway at this point because now I couldn't resist you anymore. The tart, strong taste was incredible, I had never tasted anything like it. The boys' insults echoed through the toilet, but I didn't care, I just kept kissing and licking. Then Sir Clint announced that he had a “special surprise” for me. And just a short while later, you began to flutter while Sir Clint squeezed a long, loud fart out of you. At first I was a little taken aback, but when I was ordered to continue, I buried my face deep between Sir Clint's ass cheeks. Sir Jim and Sir Daniel held my head in that position as Sir Clint squeezed out another fart. This one was shorter and quieter, but it smelled even more intense. I breathed it in deeply, kissed and licked. If it were me, I would have continued like this forever. But Sir Clint soon had enough. He was satisfied that he had proven that homos like me liked to eat ass. And that was the moment he created my nickname, which I would carry until the end of high school: Asslicker Ian. And at the same time it was the moment I fell in love with you. Of all places, in the boys bathroom, I fell in love with you: with the shit hole of my biggest bully.

You probably also remember that in the months and years that followed, Sir Clint often allowed me to lick and kiss you. I admit that I also enjoyed licking the assholes of Sir Daniel, Sir Jim and others. But it was always something special with you. I loved our kisses the most when Sir Clint had just gotten out of training and hadn't showered yet. Or if I should lick you clean after he released a long thick piece of shit into the bowl. Never in my life have I felt so connected to someone. All those years after high school when I was in such poor mental health, I had suppressed this. All I could think about was the pain Sir Clint had caused me. And in the process I wiped away all the beautiful memories of our time. I'm so incredibly sorry about that. Now that Sir Clint has brought us back together, I realize how much I have missed you all this time. That my strong love for you has never faded. Yes, asshole of Sir Clint, I love you! I love you more than anything in the world! If only Sir Clint would allow it, I would leave my loser of a husband in a heartbeat and marry you instead! Not a minute goes by when I don't think about you.

With eternal love, your asslicker Ian]

With shaking hands, Frank put the letter back into the envelope with “A Love Letter” written in large letters. He put it back under Ian's pillow where he had found it a few minutes ago.

“What kind of sick joke is this?” Frank said to himself.

But in a strange way it all made sense now. Since Ian went to see his former bully Clint two months ago, everything has gotten stranger and stranger. Of course, the most obvious thing was that Ian got worse from then on. But that's not all. There was always a lack of money in the household budget or in the shared bank account. The apartment was often in a bad condition. A few times Frank had seen hair in the toilet or on the floor that he thought came neither from Ian nor from him, but from strange men. Anyway, Ian always seemed to be hiding something from him. That's why Frank had just searched the apartment carefully and found this "love letter". It was very clear to him: This Clint had to abuse Ian regularly again since then. Surely he had forced Ian to write this letter to torment him. Frank didn't know how yet, but he decided that he had to catch Clint in the act and save his husband from him…

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