"William," his father said, "I thought your mother told you to eat."

Willy almost hit the ceiling at the sound of his father's voice. "Just dribbling a little syrup on the pancakes, Dad."

Luckily his parents were such hounds for the latest town gossip that they rarely looked over the tops of their papers to check on him. In a way, breakfast was exciting. Willy got a thrill out of pulling off devilish actions like this in front of his parents. Christ, what would his father have thought had he looked over the top of his paper now? It was there plain as day – five horny cocks fucking a juicy cunt right there on his breakfast plate. And there he himself sat dressed in nothing but his undershorts, his prick standing halfway up his belly. He yanked a sausage out of the pancakes and sucked it into his mouth, again chomping on it loudly.

He could hear his parents taking blissful drags on their cancer sticks as they sighed with contentment. All was well with the world. A whole horde of new scandals had overtaken the news, and their angelic pubescent son was respectfully swallowing down his breakfast. As long as he kept chomping, he'd be safe.

He slipped off his undershorts. The kitchen air nibbled his nuts. His dick quivered. Man, this was too much! An orgy was going on on his breakfast plate, he didn't have any clothes on, and his parents were sitting right across the table. He popped another sausage into his mouth.

"Great breakfast, Mom," Willy said.

Mrs. Manners giggled. "Why, thank you, William."

There, that would take care of her. She'd forget about him now.

Willy wolfed down his fourth sausage. Dripping with pussy juice, it was pretty tasty. He hated breakfast, hated pancakes, hated sausages, but he loved sex and cunts and pricks, so he often changed breakfast into an orgy, enabling himself to get through it without too much nausea. However, what he was doing this morning was brand new. He'd never before tried jacking off at the breakfast table.