Just A Number..

"I don't wannaaa." He whined. "But alright...."

'Come on....Dont you wanna have more kids even if you get where your sperm count is too low?" He patted Rick's shoulder.

"Yeah...." Rick sighed. "Do I just jerk off or what?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, just jerk off, or you can have Kevin suck you off are you can fuck Kevin just to pull out and cum into the small container.

Rick nodded.
"Well imma probably just jerk off right now, I'm tired." He yawned. "You can like leave, or stay I guess. I don't mind either way. Imma go get a container or soemthin."

"Why you have room service." He winked, nudging him gently.

Rick chuckled.
"Suppose you're right. MIKE!" He giggled

Mike was in the room in just seconds, looking rather raged and tired.

"Momma, can you get me a container or something to start my sperm bank?" He rarely called Mike momma...

"Sure baby..." Mike trudged off to go get one of his containers. Mike loved it when Rick called him momma. It was a rare treat for him...

"Thank you momma." Rick hugged him and pecked his cheek.

Mike gave a tired smile.
"Welcome baby." He kissed Rick's cheek and wondered off.

Rick laid down on the bed and turned to Biddy.
"You going to stay or you want to leave? Like I said, I don't mind either way."

"Oh god, I think I need to leave. like you so I dont wanna get a bonner or anything." He giggled.

Rick chuckled.
"Cant blame ya. I am pretty sexy." He winked as he stood and shucked his pants off.

Biddy rolled his eyes.
"Yeah but not as sexy as me OR Kevin for that matterhois shot cancer bitch."

"I'm as sexy as just about everyone but Kevin. Eh you might be third but not even close to me." He winked as he dropped his boxers to the floor and laid down.

Biddy snorted.
"Kevin is just not sexy. He is cute and sickly. Your lucky you just got cancer. It will either kil you or go away. He is living with his sickness for ever." He stuck is tongue out. "Ugh! Diseased fuckers."

"Alright, you can pick on me, but leave Kev alone." Rick said seriously. He didn't like that. He held the container in one hand as he wrapped the other around his cock.

Biddy rolled his eyes.
"If I wanted to pick at him I would bring up how even if you were good he was to sick to have kids, or how he was molested at thirteen, or I can fuck with him about how Zac is not his, how he was NOT your first love, or your first anything really. Maybe your first boyfriend but thats nothing big to me. I could pick at him about how daddy loves Sydney and had hit him, I can tell him about his nasty cock sucking mouth. I can poek fun about how he is weak and scrawny, I can fuck with him about his wheel chair. I just said he was sickly and he is."

Rick's eyes narrowed.
"Alright, we're playing. Take it down a notch." Rick warned lightly.

Biddy giggled.
"Awww did I strike a nerve? Not my fault he is fucked up." He was fucked up to and he didnt care.

"Yes yes you did. Mess with me all you want but don't mess with Kevin. And thats me being serious...." Rick nodded. "Grr, damn you. You made me soft now."

"Oh well this will be fun, imma fuck with Kevin." He licked his lips as he thought of a good joke.
"Okay What is the definition of “making love”?" He waited for moment before answering himself." Something Kevin does while you are fucking him.

"Biddy knock it off. I'm serious." Rick said. The joking tone in his voice was gone.