The Super Jock Sluts - Gay superhero story

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 5 Pt. 3
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Wizard Academy

Pulling into the student section of the Academy’s private parking garage, Damon carefully parked his sleek black Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle in a spot where no one could mess with it. He moved to hop off the bike, but first had to pry Tommy’s arms from around his midsection since the teen was scared shitless the entire ride there. It was cute throughout for Damon, loving how tight Tommy had his face buried into his muscular back.

The two walked hand-in-hand into the building, heading for Tommy’s most favorite place: the Library, so he could finish some of his History paper over the "Battle for Earth" due later that day. And maybe they could chat with Luis and Kai, if they were there hanging out.

The library of Wizard Academy wasn’t a safe haven of peace and quiet for just Tommy, but a number of more academically-inclined students and was a center for low-key socializing. It was definitely a unique location within the school; a round room with three wings extending out containing computer labs, private study rooms, and a section of antique books. The middle of the library had semi-circular conversation pits underneath a large stained glass dome--Tommy loved laying in one of the pits and staring up at the beautiful, intricate stained glass artwork.

Before the two entered the book-filled sanctuary, Damon paused, bringing Tommy to an abrupt halt before he could pull open the giant wooden carved door leading into the library.

“Sorry babe, why don’t you head in and meet up with Luis and Kai, while I take a quick leak?”

“Sure, I’ll see you in a bit!” Tommy smiled, his cheeks dimpling.

They hugged briefly before separating; Damon going one way towards the bathrooms and Tommy the other. Tommy walked into the library, heading toward the Student Help Desk--a large circular desk to ask some questions of the head librarian at the Academy: Mr. Peters.

Unlike some of the other faculty members at the private school, Mr. Peters looked like the poster child for nerds. He was a skinny beanpole of man with raven black hair and beady dark brown eyes, if Tommy had to think of something that reminded him of Peters, it would be a crow. He was usually seen wearing round black frame glasses and sweater vests over long-sleeve, button-up t-shirts with some jeans. He spoke softly and never really raised his voice, leaving that to the other librarian Mr. Bell. Still, he was one of Tommy’s favorites who never teased him about his phat bubble and was extremely helpful with answering any question that the twink posed.

As he neared the main desk, he didn’t find Mr. Peters there which was extremely odd and made Tommy a little worried. The librarian was always at the desk, reading an sci-fi paperback or typing at the speed of light on his keyboard. But now he was nowhere to be found and Tommy decided that it wouldn’t hurt to look around for him.

First, he checked the open computer labs only seeing a couple students working on some last-minute assignments or napping to get those final moments of rest back. If he looked a little more closely, he would’ve noticed one of the students watching a raunchy compilation on PornHub titled: “Ultimate Man Getting Creampied Vol. 35”. It looked like the guy was enjoying the video by the spent loads covering the mousepad and keyboard.

He moved over to the Stacks as everyone else called the many rows of bookcases, looking down the empty aisles in between the shelves. He saw nothing else but books and the very few couples making out in the more shadowy, hidden areas of the library. Tommy blushed at the sight and scurried off, heading in the direction of the study room area.

Tommy didn’t want to check every single room for his friends and figured that using a little, tiny bit of magic wouldn’t hurt anything.

Ok here goes nothing.

Before he started the process of casting this simple “locating” spell, he had to make sure that no one was nearby or watching--checking for cameras that he knew could be in the library. Thankfully, no one was near and no cameras were secretly recording this feat of magical power.

Tommy sighed in relief then closed his eyes and attempted to focus for a moment.

Think of nothing Tommy, think of nothing but Luis--Luis and Kai--Luis and Kai, your two best friends--Luis and Kai, one of your favorite couples…

While he concentrated on the mental image of the couple, he muttered what seemed like incoherent gibberish under his breath.

Faint but glowing wisps of the same pink energy from earlier that day floated off his fingertips like smoke, while the palms of his hands glowed with the energy too. The muttering became clearer although it still sounded like no known language on Earth, while Tommy moved his hands closer together as the pink energy got brighter and brighter.

Luis and Kai--Luis and Kai--Luis and Kai, where are you guys?

A sudden warmth spread through his body, goosebumps formed all over himself, and he sucked in a breath as he struggled to detach his hands from one another. He finally did, having somehow transferred the energy that was once in his left hand into the other, then swiftly closed his right hand extinguishing the light.

Opening his eyes and hand, he saw a brightly glowing pink arrow pointed in the direction of Luis and Kai like a mystical compass. It didn’t take long at all to find the right room that had his friends inside and with a quick shaking of his hand, the spell faded in and out until it disappeared. Tommy grabbed the cool handle of the door leading into the study room, pulling it open only to stop right in his tracks.

“Wha--Luis!?”

Tommy got an eyeful of his naked chubby femboy friend, twerking his dump truck of an ass as he rode a half-naked Mr. Peters right in the middle of the room. Tommy couldn’t help but let his mouth drop while his dick hardened. Luis’s ass cheeks clapped audibly throughout the room with every dick plugging bounce. His black slick hair flopped all over the place from the rapid movement. Ever since they had known each other back in kindergarten, Luis was absolutely shameless and constantly pushed boundaries with everyone he ever encountered, even “Mister Damon Sourpuss” himself.

Mr. Peters finally noticed who had entered the room and gasped, attempting to no avail to push the determined Latino boy off of his dick. Luis firmly placed his hands against Peters’ clothed chest and pushed him back down on the table, holding him in place there.

“Oh no bitch! Take your punishment and deal with it!” Luis retorted, grunting as his guts were being rearranged by the older twerp’s surprisingly hung piece of meat.

Tommy couldn’t believe what he was seeing and tried to rationalize this in his head, just before feeling a sharp fleeting ping of pain in his left arm. He turned and saw Kai sitting in a chair, facing the action with his dick in hand stroking up and down like a madman. He was handsome, tanned, and had a lean physique despite being a skateboarder Luis’s boyfriend of three years and he leaned heavily into that chill skater boy vibe he gave off, but it completely suited his personality.

“Hey Tommy Cakes, what’s up?” Kai smiled warmly, continuing to jerk himself off only briefly pausing to tug at his low-hanging balls. His free hand went back to playing with his one pierced nipple, twisting the metal bar there.

“G-good, how about you?” Tommy cleared his throat and replied back, to which Kai chuckled.

“All good-all good, just watching Mr. P practice with Luis so he can ABSOLUTELY CRUSH this audition!” Kai shouted at the two still going at it; Mr. Peters had given up on trying to stop the amazing dick riding from an energetic Mr. Luna and decided to ride this one out.

“Audition?” Tommy couldn’t remember what Luis was talking about, but thankfully Kai quickly reminded him.

“Yeah, don’t you remember?” Kai asked, his pierced eyebrow raised up in question.

Tommy shook his head and Kai continued, “Luis is trying to get a lead role in the drama club’s newest performance, but he’s a little nervous--if he asks, you didn’t hear that from me.”

“But thankfully, Mr. P was around and was excited to help out--and it’s a win-win for everyone because Luis was really horny this morning and I’m kinda tapped out.” He gestured at his fully erect, eight and a half inches, making his statement not entirely believable but Tommy didn’t notice anything amiss.

“Oh wow! Mr. Peters is really cool and if Luis keeps this up, he’ll definitely ace that audition!”

Luis finally glanced up from what he was doing and started to reply to his boyfriend, but then noticed Tommy there and his whole demeanor changed in an instant. Dark brown eyes the color of black coffee widened as Tommy stared at him.

“TOMMY!” Luis never slowed down, but did wave excitedly at his best friend. “Just give me a sec here--Mr. P is almost done helping me practice for this audition I got!”

“Don’t mind me bro, just focus on getting that audition!” Tommy chuckled.

Luis nodded and went back to work, clenching his asshole around Mr. Peters’ dick so tight that the man couldn’t help but blow his load early, filling Luis up with salty cream. But Luis wasn’t done yet and kept going, wanting to empty Peters’ balls until it hurt and he was begging the Latino twink to stop.

Tommy turned back to Kai, who was using both hands on his perky tits, pulling and tugging on the sensitive pierced nubs there. His dick looked sad, standing fully upright just dribbling precum down the veiny shaft and in that moment, decided to give Kai a bit of a helping hand.

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END OF PT. 3

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 5 Pt. 4​

Kai wasn’t even surprised or taken aback, when Tommy wrapped his tiny hands around the middle of his dick only groaning in response, “Fuck yeah Tommy Cakes…”

Tommy loved that endearing nickname, despite not realizing that it was kind of a teasing one too--referencing the first time that he and Kai ever met. Kai had just started dating Luis and wanted to meet his friends, or rather, his one singular friend that he didn’t fuck around with. Luis was a little nervous to have the two officially meet, never actually saying what he was nervous about instead just avoiding the question, but eventually Kai was able to get him to cave after putting him into a mating press and railing at his pink pussy. Screaming at the top of his lungs: “FUCK YES! AHHHH!! I’LL INTRODUCE YOU--UHHH FUCK!!!”

When they did eventually meet, Kai finally understood why Luis was so hesitant since Tommy was like a literal walking sex dream, although an oblivious one at that. And the fact that he was nude sunbathing with his equally hot as fuck dad next to him almost had Kai taking his pants off for some mouth to cock service. Thankfully, he was able to restrain himself and knew that Luis probably wouldn’t have minded if anything raunchy happened between him and the Werniks, since his boyfriend was practically jerking him off the entire time they were at their house. But the sight of Tommy’s phat booty cheeks bouncing and quaking with every step was what had Kai going crazy and that’s where the ‘Tommy Cakes’ nickname originated from.

Tommy had to crouch down, soon kneeling in front of Kai as he glanced over his shoulder at Luis working away at Mr. Peters’ rock hard cock, while doing his own work on Kai’s cock himself. Being in close proximity to cock like that was making Tommy feel that familiar tingle all over his body and he really wished that it wasn’t happening.

No! Not now!

But he couldn’t help it, already feeling himself become lightheaded as he breathed in Kai’s mix of musky body odor and lavender pear body wash.

Lately, Tommy had felt like his magic was becoming more uncontrollable every day, going haywire whenever he felt the slightest bit aroused or turned on. Last night, for example, Tommy was in the shower and he asked his dad if he could spot any possible stray hairs or strange marks in between his ass cheeks. He was seriously stressed out and anxious for his upcoming JockHole photoshoot with the other ‘Models’, having to be sandwiched in between the hairy muscular Yusaf and the touchy hunk Drake with his ass pointed towards the photographer and his camera. It was very important for Tommy because it could lead to him becoming an official brand ambassador for JockHole and he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.

It must’ve been his dad’s innocent eagerness in helping out his boy or those warm thick fingers of his, or maybe even the husky tone of voice he used in complementing Tommy’s ass and rosy pink hole, but things escalated quickly. Everything went from a seemingly innocent father-son bonding moment to a full-on fingerfucking and pussy diving session. After everything was said and done, Tommy felt a little guilty for unintentionally using his powers on Simon, but he would be lying if the whole thing didn’t feel really fucking good. His doting daddy hungrily lapping and slurping away, until Tommy coated the shower wall with a sheet of teenage cum--six ropy loads worth.

His dad apologized as Tommy squirted until his balls were empty, but Tommy did notice the erection in his daddy’s pants. Almost getting hard again as it grinded against his stomach, while he hugged him ‘thank you.’ And now the same was happening again with Kai.

Kai himself could feel something happening, but didn’t exactly know what was going on, fortunately for Tommy he didn’t really care. His dick jerked in Tommy’s grip as a ping of pain surged through Kai’s nutsack. They were feeling particularly heavy and backed up, which was weird since Luis had already worked more than the normal amount of cum from them that morning.

“Ah!” Kai exclaimed, jolting in his seat as he felt the pain again.

“You ok, Kai?” Tommy was concerned, hoping deep down that his powers weren’t going to cause Kai any irreversible damage.

“Just a really bad case of blue balls, think you could…?” Kai trailed off while he ran a hand through his light blue-dyed hair, but Tommy instantly understood what he was driving at and engulfed his dick without complaint.

“Fuck!”

SLURP! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!

God, he might be better at this than Luis! Now I see why Luis wants us all to have a foursome!

Tommy didn’t mind helping his friends out in this way and knew that Luis didn’t care either, although Damon would probably have a thing or two to say about it. But having that cock in his mouth dispelled any of those annoying thoughts from Tommy’s head. He hoped that getting Kai’s dick in his mouth and maybe some fresh cum down his throat, would stave off his powers that seemed to be hotwired to the dick in his pants.

Unfortunately, it seemed to make matters worse when Tommy’s pussy started to leak and run down his pale thighs.

“Fiddlesticks!” Tommy tried to say, but of course it came out muffled due to his stuffed mouth.

Kai went to say something, but Tommy just sucked hard around his cock and the words disappeared within a second. He threw his head back and tightly clutched the armrests of the chair.

Tommy reached back behind himself, easily slipping a hand underneath the tight elastic waistband of his uniform short shorts only to find that he was leaking badly. Thinking fast, Tommy plugged the leak with three fingers, moaning as he did it.

That should do it!

Tommy couldn’t help but dig his fingers in deeper, as ass juices spurted out past the sudden intrusion. He just knew that the back of his shorts and thong would be soaked with the stuff and hoped that it would all dry before his first period.

SUCK! SUCK!

“Tommy Cakes--have you been--p-practicing?” Kai groaned.

Tommy again tried to reply, not learning his lesson about talking with his mouth full. Spit dribbled down his chin as he continued to try and talk to Kai.

Kai only heard bits and pieces, putting everything together in his head that Tommy was saying, “Not really, I think it might be a natural talent.”

Kai just chuckled and let Tommy continue to suck him off, putting his head back and hazel eyes half closed as he basked in the pleasure.

He glanced over to his boyfriend and Mr. Peters, who he could tell was about to unload deep into Luis’s guts—and it would be a big one too.

SUCK! SUCK! SLURP! SLURP!

While Kai was thinking about painting Tommy’s mouth with his nut, Tommy could tell that his makeshift buttplug wasn’t doing much to stop his ass from leaking more ass juice down his thighs and onto the ground.

Tommy tried his best to ignore and distract himself from his leaky hole, sucking so hard around Kai’s cock like he was attempting to pull the cum straight from the teen’s ballsack.

It’s like he’s trying to suck the cum right out of my nuts! Kai was bewildered, figuring that Tommy didn’t get his needed daily amount of protein from Damon this morning and that was the only reason why he was acting like this.

“I’m--getting close Tommy--!”

SUCK! SUCK! SSSSUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!

“Oh fuck!”

“Tommy! Where are you, babe?”

Tommy abruptly pulled away from Kai's cock, spit strings hanging off of his chin, pink lips red and swollen, and he was breathing hard.

“I’m in here Damon, just one sec!” Tommy yelled back.

“No, don’t stop!” Kai grabbed the back of Tommy’s head with both hands, pushing and shoving his dick back into Tommy’s warm, cock loving mouth. It didn’t take long for Tommy to get back into the groove of things, subconsciously flicking his tongue around the throbbing fleshy pipe, until Kai busted hard.

“FUCK YEAH!” Kai loudly groaned as he seemed to pump an endless amount of thick musky spunk down Tommy’s throat. He glanced up and made eye contact with Luis who grunted as Peters unloaded deep into his phat ass, the two seemed to silently convey between each other that this was incredibly hot and sexy.

Kai still hadn’t stopped cumming like an out of control fire hydrant, but Tommy needed to leave before Damon found him like this…again. He forced himself to pull away and caught some friendly fire to the face and chest, getting drenched with spunk.

“S-sorry--Tommy Cakes, c-can’t help--ahhhh fuck--myself!” Kai said in between groans and moans as he continued to cum, thankfully Luis took over getting an extra helping of Kai’s baby batter.

Peters had completely passed out after getting his world rocked by Luis, later waking up to students taking snapshots of his partially naked body and cum-covered limp dick splayed across his hip. It would be embarrassing but Peters wouldn’t be able to help but get rock hard at the implications.

“No problem! Just glad I could help out, I’ll see you guys later--see ya Luis!” Tommy shouted over his shoulder, grabbing his backpack and using his blazer to wipe most of the stuff from his face, but probably forgot a couple in his hurry.

“See you later Tommy Cakes!” Kai shouted back at him and tightly gripped Luis’s hair, manually maneuvering his boyfriend’s head while Luis sucked him good.

Tommy hurried out of the study room and rushed right into Damon, almost knocking the larger teen off of his feet.

“Hey! What’s going on?”

“Nothing! Just chatting with Luis and Kai is all, sorry for making you wait!” Tommy spat the words out fast.

“Nah, it’s cool babe--just worried that you were in trouble, maybe with that asshole Phoenix again!” Damon replied, unintentionally tightening his grip on Tommy’s arms at the mere mention of his boyfriend’s ex.

Tommy shook his head, “Nope!”

Damon grinned.

“Good, fucking hate that guy.” He leaned in and locked lips with Tommy, snaking his tongue into his boyfriend’s sexy mouth.

Tommy instinctively opened his mouth wider as Damon explored it, but then Damon abruptly pulled away.

“Did you eat something earlier babe? You taste funny…”

Tommy chuckled, “Had some of Kai’s BROtein shake and I think Luis put something extra in it or something, but it was very tasty!”

Damon nodded, then wrapped an arm around Tommy’s shoulder as Tommy leaned on his hunky boyfriend, before they sauntered out of the library. The bell signaling that classes would soon begin, rang out across the Academy but the couple never quickened their pace, just leisurely strolling toward their first period class they had together.

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END OF PT. 4
STAY TUNED FOR MORE...

 

[SkyLarkin]

I guess I forgot how long Ch. 5 was and I think Ch. 6 will also have to be broken up into parts like this one too. Sorry for missing the date to post Ch. 5 and hopefully, I'll be able to remember to post Ch. 6 on time when I get finished with it. If anyone has any questions, let me know here on this thread or dm/email me!

 

[SkyLarkin]

FLYBY - SJS Character Profile

Real Name: Mason Rhoades

Age: 18

Height: 5'8

Eye: Honey Brown Hair: Light Brown (stylized with hair gel, sometimes)

Dick Size/Length: Cut 4.5 in. (soft); 5 inches (hard)

Family/Friends: Isaac Rhoades (father), Kate Calder (mother/divorced), Tyler Rhoades (older half-brother); Sam Adler (best friend), Darius Thompson (friend), Leo Salvatore (friend), and Santiago Melendez (friend)

Powers: Superhuman strength, superhuman agility, superhuman stamina, superhuman durability, advanced healing factor, and flight


Tightly clad in a skimpy red and blue costume, Flyby jets across the skies of Millennium City, always on the lookout to help and protect its citizens from harm. Of course, one can’t help but notice the cum leaking down his muscular legs after being saved, although can anyone resist a strong, broad shouldered hero’s delicious bubble butt? When he’s not suiting up to stop crime, he’s doing his best to keep his grades up at Wizard Academy and win games as the school’s star football quarterback. It can be a tough life balancing heroics and a “normal” life with an overbearing dad and noisy friends, but the city is big and crime is everywhere, waiting to strike at the most vulnerable that live there. It needs heroes of all shapes and sizes, maybe even a team of heroes to protect it. And Mason Rhoades is ready to step up to the plate!

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Posted this a few days earlier on my Blogspot along with ones for Duke and Tommy, but decided to post them on here for you all. For updates on Ch. 6, I'm currently at 9 pages and close to the end so that chapter will be fairly short and posted here soon, or at least sometime in the middle of this month. Also I'll update these Character Profiles with actual art, instead of reference photos but hopefully this will help some of you readers better visualize the main characters.

 

[SkyLarkin]

WITCH BOY - SJS Character Profile

Real Name: Tommy Wernik

Age: 18

Height: 5’6

Eye: Crystal Blue Hair: Blonde (curly)

Dick Size/Length: Cut 4 in. (soft & hard)

Family/Friends: Simon Wernik (father), Olivia Wernik (mother/deceased), and Ewan Wernik (uncle); Damon Siles (boyfriend), Luis Luna (best friend), and Kai Iona (friend)

Powers: Magic user, tactile clairvoyance, telekinesis, teleportation, and levitation


Naturally gifted in the mystic arts, Tommy’s control over his abilities are novice at best and seem to be linked to his tight hairless pussy. One second, he’s innocently working on some homework and then his hunky boyfriend Damon accidentally brushes his cock against him, when a powerful electric force overcomes Tommy’s senses. It pushes him to seek out any and everything that will fit up his ass, turning into the ultimate slutty whore until he’s stuffed with cum. Despite this side of himself, Tommy is good-natured and friendly, believing that even the worst people still have good in themselves and wanting to use his powers to help bring it out. And if that means getting his guts rearranged, then so be it because Tommy will do it with a dumb grin, eyes crossed, and moaning like a bitch.

 

[SkyLarkin]

APEX - SJS Character Profile

Real Name: Duke Grimshaw

Age: 18

Height: 6’1

Eye: Dark Brown Hair: Black (crew cut hairstyle)

Dick Size/Length: Cut 7 in. (soft); 9.5 in. (hard) [Enhanced: 12 in.]

Family/Friends: Kendra Grimshaw (mother/deceased), Aina Shayk (stepmom/deceased), Edward “Eddie” Gilpin (father), Joshua Grimshaw (uncle/legal guardian); Robbie Reed (best friend/teammate), Song Yi (friend/teammate), and Coach Reyes (wrestling coach/mentor)

Powers: Superhuman strength, invulnerability, advanced healing factor, superhuman agility, superhuman senses, superhuman leaping, and superhuman stamina

After finding a ring with a circumference of a cucumber, during a class field trip to Mt. Bearback, Duke Grimshaw was dared by his best friend Robbie Reed to wear it around his dick. The ring not only enhanced Duke’s already muscular frame, but it gave him superhuman abilities and a sexy orange, black, and red costume to boot. Neither one of them knew what the ring was for, but Duke believed that he should use it to help the community he was from. He became ‘Apex’, a name that he didn’t really like, but one that seemed to stick amongst the public. So, by day a seemingly normal high school wrestler, but by night, he transforms into Apex--a practically nude superhuman vigilante prowling the roofs and streets of Millennium City, with a keen sense for crime.

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 6 Pt. 1
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Wizard Academy | Mr. Aumar’s 2nd Period Class​

The classroom was dimly lit, the window blinds closed shut, and the SmartBoard on the wall showed a still image of a tall muscular teen completely shirtless, covered in blood with an equally bloody axe in hand and a sinister look on his boyishly-handsome face. Although the image was striking, most of the focus was on the teen’s tiny, tight briefs which were bursting with a long, fat cock. No one had to look closely, as the tip of the guy’s dick was easily seen poking out of the waistband. It was a poster for a horror film called The Demon Within. Underneath the image itself was a caption reading: “Archie Armstrong - Portrayed by Joey Quinn”.

Standing in front of the SmartBoard was a man in his mid-30s, muscular build, light caramel skin, and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt that was straining to keep his pecs contained, as was the grey khakis which looked painted onto his lower half.

Mr. Aumar, or as he allowed his students to call him, Mr. A, was one of Tommy’s favorite teachers at Wizard Academy. He taught American Film History and unlike his fellow History Department colleagues, knew that history classes could generally be boring unless the teacher did their best to make it fun. That was one of the many reasons why Tommy looked forward to his classes, although one negative would be that he was assigned to sit next to Leo Salvatore. Even though he tried his best to listen to Mr. Aumar’s lecture, Leo was touching his thigh and whispering things that would’ve gotten Tommy a mouth full of soap if he said them in front of his daddy.

Thankfully, Mr. Aumar pointed a question Leo’s way and freed Tommy from his attention, or at least for now.

“Salvatore!”

Leo sighed and muttered a curse under his breath, then put on a bright smile and turned his head towards the sexy Brazilian history teacher.

“Yup! What’s up teach’?”

Mr. Aumar smirked and crossed his arms over bulging mounds of muscle meat atop his impressive wide chest. Leo’s dick sprung to life in his shorts and he dropped his hand to squeeze it, watching Mr. Aumar unknowingly push his muscle tits upward.

“Can you tell me why Joey Quinn’s performance as the innocent, naive, gay teenage virgin Archie Armstrong was so pivotal within the movie?”

Tommy could practically hear the gears straining to turn in Leo’s sex-filled head.

“Uhhhhhhh….maybe it’s because he was such an underrated hot piece of ass that people keep going back to it in their spank banks.” Leo said with a grin as a bunch of chuckles and wolf whistles rang through the room. Leo even turned and high fived a guy to his left.

“No, Mr. Salvatore! That’s entirely incorrect and I will tell you one last time, that if you use that kind of crass, immature language in my class again--!”

“You’ll send me to Headmaster Yi’s office? Yeah, I know. Won’t happen again, teach!” Leo interrupted.

Mr. Aumar rolled his eyes, then asked sternly, “So, care to try your hand at an answer again, Salvatore?”

“Hmmm…ok, maybe his performance was important because he gets naked within the first five minutes, changing into his clothes for school while giving the most oblivious, ridiculous strip show for his pervy older neighbor? I mean, how can anyone forget that killer bod, plus that dump truck he hauled around the entire movie--you have to admit Mr. A, that Quinn’s perfectly round meaty cheeks made that movie infamous!” Leo said with some seriousness in his tone.

Tommy and Mr. Aumar were both surprised that Leo could be so analytical, despite his answer still being lewd.

“Yes, exactly that…no, uh, actually, of course not, Mr. Salvatore! I mean, yes, Quinn’s impressive, teen jock physicality is very important to the movie, but that isn’t it!” Mr Aumar, now looking flustered and trying his best to change the subject, immediately called on Tommy’s eagerly awaiting hand stretched as high as he could thrust it up.

“Yes, Tommy?”

Tommy dropped his hand, “Well Archie was set up to be the ‘final boy’, the character that is set up to outlive all of, or almost all of, the characters in the film and defeat the main antagonist which seemed to be Max Carpenter, played by Will Wolf. Instead, Archie became the antagonist while Max became the final boy in the end.”

Mr. Aumar clapped his hands out of approval.

“Good work, Tommy! I’m glad that someone has benefitted from my boring lectures and endless pop quizzes that you all so enjoy!” He dripped with sarcasm and jokingly glared at the other students.

Tommy blushed and smiled out of pride.

“Kiss ass!” Coughed Leo beside him suddenly, which deflated Tommy’s mood and caused him to glare daggers of annoyance at him.

A cheeky grin was all Tommy saw and further annoyed him.

God, why does he have to be such a butthole? Tommy thought before turning back to his open notebook, most of the page was already filled with notes from that day about the current lecture, in an attempt to ignore Leo once more.

Tommy was excited and eager to learn from someone that several people said was either the best or one of the best teachers at the Academy. Unfortunately, Leo got in too and made it his mission to endlessly tease and flirt with Tommy, using his “charm” and good looks to his advantage. Tommy couldn’t lie and say that Leo wasn’t a very handsome guy with his flawless light brown, tanned skin and mischief-filled green eyes. Even now as he looked at Tommy, there was that familiar glint in them.

“So, what did you think about that awesome fucking touchdown I made last night?” Leo leaned in close, getting his face a little less than two inches from Tommy’s own.

Just ignore him Tommy and maybe he’ll lose interest.

Instead, Leo kept going.

“Come on, Tommy.” Leo whispered then grabbed Tommy’s thigh, gently squeezing it and making the blonde tense at the touch.

“Everyone knows that Tommy Cakes is the star of the dance squad, although your sexy caked up friend Luis is pretty hot too!” Leo chuckled, leaning in closer so that his mouth was right in Tommy’s ear.

Feeling Leo’s warm breath on his neck sent a chill up his spine and made his tight hole twitch, but something else happened to Tommy that made his back stiff as a board.

He involuntarily moaned and some ass juice started to ooze out of his hole.

No, no, no! Not right now! Tommy anxiously thought.

“I like when you moan for me…it’s cute.” Leo chuckled again then slid his hand up Tommy’s thigh.

“Ugh!” Tommy had to bite his lip to stop the sounds coming from his mouth, wishing that Leo would stop before something weird happened, but the football player’s hand slid further up the inside of his thigh and then stopped before reaching Tommy’s bulging crotch.

Tommy could tell that Leo was about to say something else lewd, but momentarily tensed up and leaned away. Tommy saw him relax his face, trying his best to act like everything was fine and that he wasn’t just about to molest the twink. Tommy didn’t know what was going on, but then noticed that Mr. Aumar was standing a couple feet away, handing a pair of worksheets to a 3rd year student that Tommy didn’t really know. Very soon, Aumar handed the both of them a Demon Within related worksheet.

“Answer all of the questions with detail from the chapter in your books, make sure to write the page of the references you use on the back of the sheet, and turn it in at my desk before the end of the period.” Tommy was grateful for Mr. Aumar’s unintentional interruption and mentally said “thank you” to the man’s retreating back.

Maybe now I can get my hole under control--Gosh! I can feel some juices leaking out, oh golly, I hope it doesn’t stain my uniform! I don’t know how I’m going to explain that one to Daddy!

As soon as Mr. Aumar was closer to the front of the room, Leo leaned back in to flirt and tease Tommy with that same dumb grin on his face.

“Thank god he’s gone--I thought he would never leave!” Leo shot a glare at their teacher, before turning right back to Tommy, “Ha! You should see your face right now Tommy Cakes, you’re beet fucking red. I bet you’re too horny to breathe, yeah? A total stud like me feeling you up, touching this hard clit of yours!”

Leo emphasized the word “clit” by grabbing Tommy’s whole bulge with his large hand, giving it two firm squeezes.

“Your boy pussy is probably drooling right now, just thinking about taking a ride around my long, thick jock cock huh? Go on, baby, give it a touch! It won’t bite haha!”

Leo grabbed Tommy’s clammy hand from the top of the desk, shoving it onto his already freed cock, greatly impressed when Tommy instinctively wrapped his hand around the shaft. Tommy could feel Leo’s cock pump some precum onto his palm and unconsciously started to stroke the jock. In response, Leo slid his other hand down the back of Tommy’s tight shorts, briefly wriggling his hand past the elastic waistband, until he could palm one of the twink’s gigantic pale white ass cheeks.

Seeing those cheeks jiggle and sway during one of the dance squad’s halftime shows gave Leo so much to think about while he jerked off. But actually holding and groping the legendary Tommy Wernik’s phat bubble butt was something entirely different! He finally knew that it wasn’t all fat, there was a considerable amount of well-built muscle underneath, just not enough to stand out past all of that phatness! Still, that wasn’t the only thing Leo fawned over, he was very intrigued by the state of Tommy’s pussy, hidden in between the watermelon-sized ass cheeks. He figured that it was either virgin tight, bouncing back after being stretched open by Damon’s pussy destroyer, or puffy and well-used. Tommy squirmed in his seat, feeling Leo trying his damndest to slide a couple digits right down the middle and eventually reached his target.

“Why is your pussy wet, Tommy Cakes?”

Tommy froze and whispered back, “What?”

Leo pulled his hand out of the back of the twink’s thin shorts and pushed his wet, pussy juice-covered fingers in Tommy’s face. Tommy gulped and forced himself to look at Leo, who was staring intensely into his crystal blue eyes.

“It looks like someone was trying to hide the fact that their boyfriend pumped their guts full of cum.” Leo paused briefly to lick the fluid off of his fingers, moaning slightly at the delicious taste at what he thought was Damon’s jizz, “And based off of the taste, it seems pretty fucking fresh. Did he breed you right before you came to class, Tommy Cakes?”

Tommy didn’t really know what to say, staying silent as Leo slid his hand back underneath his shorts and resumed playing with his juice-leaking hole.

“Come on bro, you can tell me? I won’t say a word to any of my buddies on how he rearranged your guts with his big dick!” Leo grunted into Tommy’s ear, timing it perfectly for when he slipped a finger into the twink’s wet pussy--not noticing how Tommy’s asslips hungrily slurped the digit up.

“Ahhh--!” The moan had just barely left Tommy’s lips, when he abruptly bit down on his bottom lip and thankfully drew no blood.

Leo chuckled under his breath, then pushed more of his finger into Tommy’s ass, gently wiggling it around to make Tommy writhe on his chair. He loved seeing the twink squirm from just one single finger. It was both super fucking erotic and empowering, driving Leo to go even further. Tommy, on the other hand, was trying his best to ride out the seemingly never-ending waves of pleasure rushing over him--his grip on the edge of his desk had grown tighter.

“He probably pulled you into a supply closet or--fuck, I didn’t even think about this! I bet my balls, he slipped right past these slutty little shorts of yours and pumped a few loads right outside the room!” Leo’s dick grew harder than ever before, imagining that and somehow didn’t blow his load all over Tommy’s hand.

“I know my finger isn’t the same as a 9 inch fuck stick like your boyfriend’s, but I’ll try my best to make you remember Tommy Cakes! Haha!”

Leo grinned as he inserted two more fingers, starting to steadily fingerfuck Tommy who let out a breathy, “Nnnnnghhhh!!!”

Tommy tried to focus on his worksheet but it blurred as he felt Leo’s fingers jam against a particularly sensitive spot in his hole, the velvety walls squeezing around the jock’s fingers.

“Oh, right there Tommy Cakes? Is that where your g-spot is?” Leo growled in his ear, making the poor blonde teen shiver and goosebumps appear all over his delicate skin, “well, lemme just give it some attention…”

Leo’s two fingers jammed against the little knot inside Tommy, making his toes curl and tongue flop out. Luckily, no one seemed to notice or care about what was going on between Tommy and Leo, instead focusing on their own work but people were beginning to feel the effects of the gradually rising temperature. Mr. Aumar, on more than one occasion, sauntered over to the classroom thermostat and fiddled with it to no avail, eventually forgetting about it in the end. The hunky teacher was talking with a student named Blaise, a hunky redhead and the shortstop on the Academy’s baseball team, about Joey Quinn when dark sweat spots began to form underneath his dress shirt.

Droga! Why is it so fucking hot in here?! Aumar swore, pulling on his sweaty shirt collar.

It didn’t take long for Aumar to unbutton a couple buttons, letting the glistening top of his muscular buxom be exposed and distract Blaise, whose train of thought quickly derailed as his eyes fixated on his teacher’s pecs.

A desk behind Tommy and Leo, one student found himself unable to stop playing with his dick, while trying to focus on his work. He was halfway through the worksheet, hand in his lap when he barely grazed himself, then one thing led to another and he was basically jerking off. His deskmate noticed immediately what his horny friend was doing, but didn’t subtly tell the guy to stop instead sitting there and quietly watching with his own hand shoved down the front of his shorts out of perverted solidarity.

END OF PT. 1

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 6 Pt. 2
​

Another big gush of ass juices came rushing out of his hole, leaking down Leo’s hand, “Oh fuck yeah baby, you love me giving so much attention to your g-spot huh? Getting all of that nasty cum out of you, gonna replace it with so much more--yeah? Would you like that baby, you want me to breed this big bubbly ass of yours until you can’t even fucking think?”

Leo’s tongue lapped into Tommy’s ear, making him fidget some more in his seat trying to get away but unable to. Tommy tried to say something, anything but he just couldn’t in his current state, even though Leo was being extremely persistent.

“Come on Tommy Cakes!” Leo twisted his finger, letting the digit slide out ever so slightly then with the tip just rubbed lightly against the blonde’s sensitive prostate, “I need an answer now! What’s it going to be? You want my cock stuffed deep in your guts, or…do you want something else in your cunt, before I ravage it? Maybe my tongue?”

Tommy couldn’t focus on anything at the moment to give Leo a straight answer, only squeezing his hole around the jock’s knuckle-deep fingers. But at hearing Leo say the word “tongue”, he clinched down even more.

“Tongue it is, Tommy Cakes.”

POP!

The sound of Leo pulling his fingers out of Tommy’s ass could be heard, but still no one was paying attention, which the blonde could appreciate. He really didn’t want anyone to see this embarrassing, humiliating sight.

The bold football player acted like he had dropped something onto the floor and scooted his chair back quietly, or as quietly as he could, then sunk to his knees behind Tommy’s chair. At this angle, Leo could really marvel at the enormous size of Tommy’s butt, but wanted to see them uncovered and grabbed onto the hem of the blonde’s shorts. Leo tried to pull Tommy’s shorts off in one motion, but was having some difficulty, although Tommy seemed to sense what was happening and briefly lifted up off his seat to provide some room. Like popping open a can of Bunsbury biscuits, Tommy’s elephantine ass bursted out covered in a light sheen of sweat from the rising temperature in the room.

Leo pounced instantly, grabbing a cheek with either hand, letting them sink into the plushiness before pulling the massive globes apart, in an attempt to spy Tommy’s tiny boy pussy. Now he could really see the slightly opaque cum running out and leaned in close, getting a whiff of Tommy’s intoxicating sweet scent mixing with Damon’s intense musky spunk. It was the best thing he had ever smelled, closing his eyes and breathing in deep, not realizing that his face was getting drawn in some more. Before either one of them knew it, Leo was feasting on Tommy’s sensitive puck.

SLUURRPP!!!

“AHHH--!!” Only a little of Tommy’s screams escaped his mouth, before he bit down on his clenched fist--knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Suddenly, Leo gave his ass a big slap with a loud SMACK! His left cheek quivered and shaked from the impact.

“Ouch!” Tommy yelped and heard Leo’s muffled chuckles from deep within his asscrack.

As the sharp pain quickly faded away, a familiar sensation replaced it with tingles coming from his hole. He couldn’t help himself, letting his pussy pucker outwards like a hungry baby bird's mouth and caught Leo off guard, but he bounced back and rolled with it. It was like a strange, but powerful lust had been awakened from deep inside of him and Tommy couldn’t understand it. He was only able to think one more coherent thought, before the surge of needy hunger overpowered all of his senses.

What is going on with me?

Then it hit. And it hit hard.

Tommy yelled at the top of his lungs, “OH GOSH! DON’T STOP EATING MY PUSSY BRO! AHHH!!!”

“Huh?” Leo was a little dazed, a wet ring of slobber outlining his mouth from sucking and licking Tommy’s hole.

“PUT YOUR FREAKING TONGUE IN MY HOLE NOW!” He ordered sternly in an unnaturally deep voice.

Leo almost jolted out of his skin, startled by the sudden change in demeanor and felt a natural need to obey the twink’s command. Without resistance, Leo stuck his tongue back in between the two spread mounds of pale white ass meat and, like a flip was switched in his brain, he pulled out every rimming trick he knew. He was going to give Tommy the best cunnilingus of his life.

He flattened his tongue, doing a long upward lick--going from taint to the top of Tommy’s crack. It was going slow at first, but Leo immediately sped up and French kissed the tiny pink hairless hole before him. Every so often, Leo broke his rhythm and made slimy circles which had Tommy shaking with ecstasy and pushing his ass out, burying Leo’s head firmly in between his cheeks.

SLURP! SLURP! SUCK! SUCK! SLURP! SLURP!

“OH YES, THAT’S THE SPOT!” Tommy groaned. “DON’T STOP EATING MY HOLE! AHHH YES!!”

Leo couldn’t stop even if he wanted to; his mouth was on autopilot, twisting his tongue inside of Tommy’s pussy. More nasty slurping sounds erupted from behind Tommy’s chair as he continued to gobble up the seemingly endless amount of cum coming from the slutty twink’s hole. As soon as he thought that he had slurped and sucked all of Damon’s cum up, another glob of the tasty stuff was gushed into his awaiting mouth. Leo was jealous of Tommy’s beefy boyfriend and wished with every fiber of his being that it was him instead who knocked Tommy Cakes up.

“FUDGE YES! OH! AH! HAAH! OH FUDGING BED SHEETS!!!” Tommy deeply groaned again, eyes firmly closed.

But if he had opened them, he would’ve seen all of the erotic chaos going on around him. Clothes shucked off, loud moans and groans bouncing off the walls with the smell of sweat and musk hanging heavily in the air of the classroom, making everyone even more intoxicated on sex and lust!

Everyone was making out or fully fucking, either in pairs or more all across the classroom, to Tommy’s immediate right was Edward Zeng and Xavier Washington. The two 4th year students hated each other’s guts with a passion, probably due to the rumor that the bulky football guard Washington had fucked and impregnated skinny nerd Zeng’s big sister. Washington frequently bullied Zeng at any chance he could get, while Zeng tried his best to get away from the guy, but now they were closer than ever. To anyone who couldn’t see Washington’s rock hard 5 incher, it would look like Zeng was taking revenge on his number one tormentor, but that wasn’t the case here.

Washington was flat on his back atop the table, while Zeng was standing in front of his face with a monster of a cock fired down the bully’s greedy gullet. Little gasps and gags escaped Washington as he struggled to deepthroat Zeng’s cock, who was softly grunting “take that fucking cock bitch” and “fuck yeah, you big fucking stud--this will teach you to knock up my sister”. Washington grunted out something and stroked his dick, his massive bear paw easily engulfing the measly meatpole.

At the front of the classroom, Mr. Aumar was bent over his desk taking Blaise’s dick from behind, while another student named Ike was forcing his 8 inch cock past the sexy teacher’s red full lips. The desk rocked back and forth from all of the powerful thrusting; the man’s pen cup and computer monitor had been knocked over, but no one really gave a fuck about that.

“Breed my fucking cunt!” Aumar yelled, but it came out garbled past the cock in his throat.

“Always knew you were a big slut, teach! Haha!” Blaise chuckled.

He tightly gripped the back of the teacher’s dress shirt as he clapped those tanned brown cheeks. Of course, he had to give them a smack or two, not wanting to pass up the opportunity.

SMACK! SMACK!

“UNGH!” Aumar groaned, then continued to deepthroat Ike.

“Oh he’s definitely a slut bro--Fuck! Slow down Mr. Aumar, buddy, fuck haha! See, bro? It’s like he’s trying to suck the cum straight out of my balls!” Ike replied with a hearty laugh.

The two high-fived over their subdued teacher, then shared a quick sloppy kiss before thrusting forward at the same time.

Tommy was still basking in the glow of the euphoria flowing over him, when a student stalked over and glared down at him. His eyes flew open when the guy asked, in a posh British accent, “You need some help with that?”

Standing in front of him was Vikram, or Vik, as he preferred to be called, who was a fellow 4th year student like himself. Tommy remembered trying to befriend Vik multiple times, but his uptight, stressed out, and bad competitive nature always prevented that. Eventually, Damon and Luis convinced him that it was a losing battle and he stopped trying, despite a small sliver of himself believing that there was still hope. Usually, Vik ignored Tommy in the classes that they shared together, which was a lot but now he was deliberately asking to help him out.

When Tommy didn’t answer, Vik frustratingly asked the question again, “I said, do you need some help with that, Wernik?”

Tommy glanced down and saw that Vik was asking about his hard throbbing cock, which for the longest time had gone ignored and desperately wanted some attention. He looked back up through the circle-framed glasses on Vik’s nose to see a pair of deep brown eyes staring longingly at his cock. Whatever was going on right now had allowed Vik to shed all those layers of needing to be the best and allowed his true slutty self to come out, and who was Tommy to halt that.

Vik glanced back at Tommy, waiting for an answer and grinned happily when Tommy gave him a single nod. Without another word, Vik pushed the desk to the side and landed to his knees, hooking a finger around the base of Tommy’s cock before slowly letting the precum-spewing tip slide past his lips.

Instinctively, Tommy’s hands flew to the top of Vik’s straight, neat black hair ruffling it up as he gripped it tightly.

“AAH! HAAH! AAH!” Tommy moaned, throwing his head back as he lifted somewhat off of his chair in an attempt to drive more of his cock into Vik’s mouth.

GLOP SLURP GLORP GLOP! SLURP GLORP GLORP GLORP!

Vik couldn’t believe what he was doing--sucking Tommy freakin’ Wernik’s dick right in the middle of class would’ve baffled him beforehand, but now he couldn’t think of anything better to do with his time. He liked how Tommy filled up his throat and the volume of precum gushing onto his tongue was amazing! It had a sweet taste with hints of musk, that had him greedily slurping and sucking it down. Also, this whole thing had Vik hard as a rock, his shorts quickly becoming uncomfortable and tight so much that had to remove them. Letting go of Tommy’s dick, he sucked the twink hands free to take care of himself.

GUH GULP GLORP GLOP GLORP GLORP GUH!

SLURP! GLORP GLOP! GULP! SLUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!!

Tommy watched as Vik’s head bobbled over his crotch, pulling back until the tip was left, then sliding right back down. He did this a few times, then came up for air panting and gasping, strands of spit hanging off Vik’s rosy red lips. He looked so fucking sexy like this to Tommy that he caught the posh Indian hunk off guard briefly, catching his lips in a short but firm kiss. Tommy broke their lip lock first, staring into half-closed, glazed over almond eyes, before forcing himself back into Vik’s mouth.

SLURP! GLORP GULP GLORP GLORP GLOP GUH!

“YES! OH FUDGE YES! UNGH--DON’T STOP!!!”

He was panting hard, head spinning, and body on fire from Vik’s hungry slurping and sucking on his throbbing pole. He didn’t realize it at that moment, but he was close to the edge. Strangely, it seemed like everyone else was about to cum too. A strange tingling appeared from their holes, making all of those puckered assholes twitch furiously as it steadily buzzed. Tommy was the first to lose it, firing a huge wad of thick, delicious nut against the back of Vik’s throat. Several forceful rounds followed that were so powerful Tommy was briefly lifting off of his seat, thrusting his cock deeper into Vik’s mouth. Vik was slightly surprised but greedily guzzled it all down, then suddenly felt himself bust into his awaiting hand, where it oozed onto the floor below.

But it was Leo who was given the biggest surprise, when a huge stream of “Damon’s cum” was squirted out of Tommy’s well-tongued pussy, soaking his face and neck in a sheen of opaque fragrant slime. A good amount of it shot into his mouth, involuntarily swallowing it at first, but after giving it a more than good enough taste was, like Vik, greedily slurping and sucking it down. He was so caught up with licking up all of the “cum” drooling out of Tommy’s ass, that he didn’t notice the growing stain on the front of his shorts.

All around the classroom, in unison, everyone climaxed abruptly.

Edward Zeng had Xavier on his hands and knees, wagging a heavy stocky ass as he begged to suck on the wiry nerd’s dick again.

“What do you say bitch?” Zeng mocked, as he dangled his spit-shined cock over Xavier’s face.

“Please let me suck your cock…m-master!” Xavier pleaded, hazel eyes wide staring at Zeng’s massive piece of meat.

Zeng laughed, then suddenly began to grunt and roared as hot wads of cum were forced out of his balls and all over Xavier’s confused chiseled face. The confusion drained from his face, replaced with his own ecstasy when he came too, firing seed in ropes across the floor. Both students breathing hard throughout their shared euphoria.

Mr. Aumar was no longer getting fucked from both ends by the sexy, brawny duo that was Blaise and Ike, but instead was being held against the far, front wall of the classroom. Blaise and Ike were now side by side, personal space be damned, stretching Aumar wide open. They thrusted at the same pace and rhythm, while passionately kissing and swapping spit.

“FUCK YEAH, BREED MY STARVING CUNT! AAAAAHHHHH!!!” Aumar screamed at the two, furiously tugging and pinching his stiff nipples.

With a loud grunt, his cock pulsed once, twice, and squirted out a few watery loads onto his six-pack abs.

Blaise and Ike broke off their kiss, for just a second, to passionately shout: “FUCK YEAH”, then continued to lock lips.

Tommy was left winded once the final cum droplets eked out of his dick, eyelids feeling heavy but he glanced up lazily and saw Vik on his feet, straightening his clothes with silent discretion.

What the…?

Tommy looked over his shoulder and saw that Leo was doing the same too, wiping spit and ass juices off with the back of his hand. The rest he removed with the sleeve of his blazer. Then, wordlessly, both him and Vik helped Tommy pull up his shorts and fix the twink’s clothes. Everyone else was doing the same, cleaning themselves off or fixing their clothes; Xavier Washington kept the cum across his face while he righted a chair laid on its side and Zeng stuffed his fat horse cock back into the discarded shorts on the ground. Mr. Aumar was getting dressed again, but not before licking Blaise and Ike’s dicks clean, then pulling their shorts back up.

Tommy wanted to say something, but then Aumar opened his mouth and resumed class, taking questions from the students that needed help and making sure students’ attention weren’t straying.

“D-did I dream that?” Tommy muttered to himself.

The only thing discrediting that theory was the intense odor of cum and sex hanging in the air, along with some wet stains dotted around the worksheet in front of Tommy.

Suddenly, he felt warm breath on the left side of his face; Leo had leaned over, whispering to him, “Hey Tommy Cakes, could you help me out with this?”

He was gesturing towards #7 on his worksheet, but Tommy’s mouth went dry, when he immediately spotted the football jock’s short curly hair gelled together by some missed ass juices.

“Uhhhhhhh…”

Leo’s face contoured with confusion, “Oooookkkkkk…a simple ‘no’ would have worked weirdo.”

Leo moved back over to his side of the table, leaving Tommy to his thoughts.

What the fudge is happening?!? Oh my god! Oh my god! What did I do?!

Tommy’s hand shot into the air, gaining Mr. Aumar’s attention out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, Tommy?” He asked with concern, noticing that Tommy looked frantic.

“CouldIGoToTheBathroomPlease!?” The words rushed out of Tommy’s mouth in a flash, becoming one word if someone was listening closely.

“You may, but make sure to--.” Aumar started to say, but Tommy cut him off.

“Thank you! Will do, Mr. Aumar!” Tommy said swiftly, hopping out of his seat and almost slipping on a cum puddle towards the front of the room. He swiped the hall pass before leaving the room, the door closing shut behind him.

What a weird guy. Vik thought and focused back on his worksheet, wondering why his mouth tasted like berries and cream.

END OF CH. 6

​

 

[Krobbie1954]

Chapter 6 Pt. 2
​

Another big gush of ass juices came rushing out of his hole, leaking down Leo’s hand, “Oh fuck yeah baby, you love me giving so much attention to your g-spot huh? Getting all of that nasty cum out of you, gonna replace it with so much more--yeah? Would you like that baby, you want me to breed this big bubbly ass of yours until you can’t even fucking think?”

Leo’s tongue lapped into Tommy’s ear, making him fidget some more in his seat trying to get away but unable to. Tommy tried to say something, anything but he just couldn’t in his current state, even though Leo was being extremely persistent.

“Come on Tommy Cakes!” Leo twisted his finger, letting the digit slide out ever so slightly then with the tip just rubbed lightly against the blonde’s sensitive prostate, “I need an answer now! What’s it going to be? You want my cock stuffed deep in your guts, or…do you want something else in your cunt, before I ravage it? Maybe my tongue?”

Tommy couldn’t focus on anything at the moment to give Leo a straight answer, only squeezing his hole around the jock’s knuckle-deep fingers. But at hearing Leo say the word “tongue”, he clinched down even more.

“Tongue it is, Tommy Cakes.”

POP!

The sound of Leo pulling his fingers out of Tommy’s ass could be heard, but still no one was paying attention, which the blonde could appreciate. He really didn’t want anyone to see this embarrassing, humiliating sight.

The bold football player acted like he had dropped something onto the floor and scooted his chair back quietly, or as quietly as he could, then sunk to his knees behind Tommy’s chair. At this angle, Leo could really marvel at the enormous size of Tommy’s butt, but wanted to see them uncovered and grabbed onto the hem of the blonde’s shorts. Leo tried to pull Tommy’s shorts off in one motion, but was having some difficulty, although Tommy seemed to sense what was happening and briefly lifted up off his seat to provide some room. Like popping open a can of Bunsbury biscuits, Tommy’s elephantine ass bursted out covered in a light sheen of sweat from the rising temperature in the room.

Leo pounced instantly, grabbing a cheek with either hand, letting them sink into the plushiness before pulling the massive globes apart, in an attempt to spy Tommy’s tiny boy pussy. Now he could really see the slightly opaque cum running out and leaned in close, getting a whiff of Tommy’s intoxicating sweet scent mixing with Damon’s intense musky spunk. It was the best thing he had ever smelled, closing his eyes and breathing in deep, not realizing that his face was getting drawn in some more. Before either one of them knew it, Leo was feasting on Tommy’s sensitive puck.

SLUURRPP!!!

“AHHH--!!” Only a little of Tommy’s screams escaped his mouth, before he bit down on his clenched fist--knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Suddenly, Leo gave his ass a big slap with a loud SMACK! His left cheek quivered and shaked from the impact.

“Ouch!” Tommy yelped and heard Leo’s muffled chuckles from deep within his asscrack.

As the sharp pain quickly faded away, a familiar sensation replaced it with tingles coming from his hole. He couldn’t help himself, letting his pussy pucker outwards like a hungry baby bird's mouth and caught Leo off guard, but he bounced back and rolled with it. It was like a strange, but powerful lust had been awakened from deep inside of him and Tommy couldn’t understand it. He was only able to think one more coherent thought, before the surge of needy hunger overpowered all of his senses.

What is going on with me?

Then it hit. And it hit hard.

Tommy yelled at the top of his lungs, “OH GOSH! DON’T STOP EATING MY PUSSY BRO! AHHH!!!”

“Huh?” Leo was a little dazed, a wet ring of slobber outlining his mouth from sucking and licking Tommy’s hole.

“PUT YOUR FREAKING TONGUE IN MY HOLE NOW!” He ordered sternly in an unnaturally deep voice.

Leo almost jolted out of his skin, startled by the sudden change in demeanor and felt a natural need to obey the twink’s command. Without resistance, Leo stuck his tongue back in between the two spread mounds of pale white ass meat and, like a flip was switched in his brain, he pulled out every rimming trick he knew. He was going to give Tommy the best cunnilingus of his life.

He flattened his tongue, doing a long upward lick--going from taint to the top of Tommy’s crack. It was going slow at first, but Leo immediately sped up and French kissed the tiny pink hairless hole before him. Every so often, Leo broke his rhythm and made slimy circles which had Tommy shaking with ecstasy and pushing his ass out, burying Leo’s head firmly in between his cheeks.

SLURP! SLURP! SUCK! SUCK! SLURP! SLURP!

“OH YES, THAT’S THE SPOT!” Tommy groaned. “DON’T STOP EATING MY HOLE! AHHH YES!!”

Leo couldn’t stop even if he wanted to; his mouth was on autopilot, twisting his tongue inside of Tommy’s pussy. More nasty slurping sounds erupted from behind Tommy’s chair as he continued to gobble up the seemingly endless amount of cum coming from the slutty twink’s hole. As soon as he thought that he had slurped and sucked all of Damon’s cum up, another glob of the tasty stuff was gushed into his awaiting mouth. Leo was jealous of Tommy’s beefy boyfriend and wished with every fiber of his being that it was him instead who knocked Tommy Cakes up.

“FUDGE YES! OH! AH! HAAH! OH FUDGING BED SHEETS!!!” Tommy deeply groaned again, eyes firmly closed.

But if he had opened them, he would’ve seen all of the erotic chaos going on around him. Clothes shucked off, loud moans and groans bouncing off the walls with the smell of sweat and musk hanging heavily in the air of the classroom, making everyone even more intoxicated on sex and lust!

Everyone was making out or fully fucking, either in pairs or more all across the classroom, to Tommy’s immediate right was Edward Zeng and Xavier Washington. The two 4th year students hated each other’s guts with a passion, probably due to the rumor that the bulky football guard Washington had fucked and impregnated skinny nerd Zeng’s big sister. Washington frequently bullied Zeng at any chance he could get, while Zeng tried his best to get away from the guy, but now they were closer than ever. To anyone who couldn’t see Washington’s rock hard 5 incher, it would look like Zeng was taking revenge on his number one tormentor, but that wasn’t the case here.

Washington was flat on his back atop the table, while Zeng was standing in front of his face with a monster of a cock fired down the bully’s greedy gullet. Little gasps and gags escaped Washington as he struggled to deepthroat Zeng’s cock, who was softly grunting “take that fucking cock bitch” and “fuck yeah, you big fucking stud--this will teach you to knock up my sister”. Washington grunted out something and stroked his dick, his massive bear paw easily engulfing the measly meatpole.

At the front of the classroom, Mr. Aumar was bent over his desk taking Blaise’s dick from behind, while another student named Ike was forcing his 8 inch cock past the sexy teacher’s red full lips. The desk rocked back and forth from all of the powerful thrusting; the man’s pen cup and computer monitor had been knocked over, but no one really gave a fuck about that.

“Breed my fucking cunt!” Aumar yelled, but it came out garbled past the cock in his throat.

“Always knew you were a big slut, teach! Haha!” Blaise chuckled.

He tightly gripped the back of the teacher’s dress shirt as he clapped those tanned brown cheeks. Of course, he had to give them a smack or two, not wanting to pass up the opportunity.

SMACK! SMACK!

“UNGH!” Aumar groaned, then continued to deepthroat Ike.

“Oh he’s definitely a slut bro--Fuck! Slow down Mr. Aumar, buddy, fuck haha! See, bro? It’s like he’s trying to suck the cum straight out of my balls!” Ike replied with a hearty laugh.

The two high-fived over their subdued teacher, then shared a quick sloppy kiss before thrusting forward at the same time.

Tommy was still basking in the glow of the euphoria flowing over him, when a student stalked over and glared down at him. His eyes flew open when the guy asked, in a posh British accent, “You need some help with that?”

Standing in front of him was Vikram, or Vik, as he preferred to be called, who was a fellow 4th year student like himself. Tommy remembered trying to befriend Vik multiple times, but his uptight, stressed out, and bad competitive nature always prevented that. Eventually, Damon and Luis convinced him that it was a losing battle and he stopped trying, despite a small sliver of himself believing that there was still hope. Usually, Vik ignored Tommy in the classes that they shared together, which was a lot but now he was deliberately asking to help him out.

When Tommy didn’t answer, Vik frustratingly asked the question again, “I said, do you need some help with that, Wernik?”

Tommy glanced down and saw that Vik was asking about his hard throbbing cock, which for the longest time had gone ignored and desperately wanted some attention. He looked back up through the circle-framed glasses on Vik’s nose to see a pair of deep brown eyes staring longingly at his cock. Whatever was going on right now had allowed Vik to shed all those layers of needing to be the best and allowed his true slutty self to come out, and who was Tommy to halt that.

Vik glanced back at Tommy, waiting for an answer and grinned happily when Tommy gave him a single nod. Without another word, Vik pushed the desk to the side and landed to his knees, hooking a finger around the base of Tommy’s cock before slowly letting the precum-spewing tip slide past his lips.

Instinctively, Tommy’s hands flew to the top of Vik’s straight, neat black hair ruffling it up as he gripped it tightly.

“AAH! HAAH! AAH!” Tommy moaned, throwing his head back as he lifted somewhat off of his chair in an attempt to drive more of his cock into Vik’s mouth.

GLOP SLURP GLORP GLOP! SLURP GLORP GLORP GLORP!

Vik couldn’t believe what he was doing--sucking Tommy freakin’ Wernik’s dick right in the middle of class would’ve baffled him beforehand, but now he couldn’t think of anything better to do with his time. He liked how Tommy filled up his throat and the volume of precum gushing onto his tongue was amazing! It had a sweet taste with hints of musk, that had him greedily slurping and sucking it down. Also, this whole thing had Vik hard as a rock, his shorts quickly becoming uncomfortable and tight so much that had to remove them. Letting go of Tommy’s dick, he sucked the twink hands free to take care of himself.

GUH GULP GLORP GLOP GLORP GLORP GUH!

SLURP! GLORP GLOP! GULP! SLUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!!

Tommy watched as Vik’s head bobbled over his crotch, pulling back until the tip was left, then sliding right back down. He did this a few times, then came up for air panting and gasping, strands of spit hanging off Vik’s rosy red lips. He looked so fucking sexy like this to Tommy that he caught the posh Indian hunk off guard briefly, catching his lips in a short but firm kiss. Tommy broke their lip lock first, staring into half-closed, glazed over almond eyes, before forcing himself back into Vik’s mouth.

SLURP! GLORP GULP GLORP GLORP GLOP GUH!

“YES! OH FUDGE YES! UNGH--DON’T STOP!!!”

He was panting hard, head spinning, and body on fire from Vik’s hungry slurping and sucking on his throbbing pole. He didn’t realize it at that moment, but he was close to the edge. Strangely, it seemed like everyone else was about to cum too. A strange tingling appeared from their holes, making all of those puckered assholes twitch furiously as it steadily buzzed. Tommy was the first to lose it, firing a huge wad of thick, delicious nut against the back of Vik’s throat. Several forceful rounds followed that were so powerful Tommy was briefly lifting off of his seat, thrusting his cock deeper into Vik’s mouth. Vik was slightly surprised but greedily guzzled it all down, then suddenly felt himself bust into his awaiting hand, where it oozed onto the floor below.

But it was Leo who was given the biggest surprise, when a huge stream of “Damon’s cum” was squirted out of Tommy’s well-tongued pussy, soaking his face and neck in a sheen of opaque fragrant slime. A good amount of it shot into his mouth, involuntarily swallowing it at first, but after giving it a more than good enough taste was, like Vik, greedily slurping and sucking it down. He was so caught up with licking up all of the “cum” drooling out of Tommy’s ass, that he didn’t notice the growing stain on the front of his shorts.

All around the classroom, in unison, everyone climaxed abruptly.

Edward Zeng had Xavier on his hands and knees, wagging a heavy stocky ass as he begged to suck on the wiry nerd’s dick again.

“What do you say bitch?” Zeng mocked, as he dangled his spit-shined cock over Xavier’s face.

“Please let me suck your cock…m-master!” Xavier pleaded, hazel eyes wide staring at Zeng’s massive piece of meat.

Zeng laughed, then suddenly began to grunt and roared as hot wads of cum were forced out of his balls and all over Xavier’s confused chiseled face. The confusion drained from his face, replaced with his own ecstasy when he came too, firing seed in ropes across the floor. Both students breathing hard throughout their shared euphoria.

Mr. Aumar was no longer getting fucked from both ends by the sexy, brawny duo that was Blaise and Ike, but instead was being held against the far, front wall of the classroom. Blaise and Ike were now side by side, personal space be damned, stretching Aumar wide open. They thrusted at the same pace and rhythm, while passionately kissing and swapping spit.

“FUCK YEAH, BREED MY STARVING CUNT! AAAAAHHHHH!!!” Aumar screamed at the two, furiously tugging and pinching his stiff nipples.

With a loud grunt, his cock pulsed once, twice, and squirted out a few watery loads onto his six-pack abs.

Blaise and Ike broke off their kiss, for just a second, to passionately shout: “FUCK YEAH”, then continued to lock lips.

Tommy was left winded once the final cum droplets eked out of his dick, eyelids feeling heavy but he glanced up lazily and saw Vik on his feet, straightening his clothes with silent discretion.

What the…?

Tommy looked over his shoulder and saw that Leo was doing the same too, wiping spit and ass juices off with the back of his hand. The rest he removed with the sleeve of his blazer. Then, wordlessly, both him and Vik helped Tommy pull up his shorts and fix the twink’s clothes. Everyone else was doing the same, cleaning themselves off or fixing their clothes; Xavier Washington kept the cum across his face while he righted a chair laid on its side and Zeng stuffed his fat horse cock back into the discarded shorts on the ground. Mr. Aumar was getting dressed again, but not before licking Blaise and Ike’s dicks clean, then pulling their shorts back up.

Tommy wanted to say something, but then Aumar opened his mouth and resumed class, taking questions from the students that needed help and making sure students’ attention weren’t straying.

“D-did I dream that?” Tommy muttered to himself.

The only thing discrediting that theory was the intense odor of cum and sex hanging in the air, along with some wet stains dotted around the worksheet in front of Tommy.

Suddenly, he felt warm breath on the left side of his face; Leo had leaned over, whispering to him, “Hey Tommy Cakes, could you help me out with this?”

He was gesturing towards #7 on his worksheet, but Tommy’s mouth went dry, when he immediately spotted the football jock’s short curly hair gelled together by some missed ass juices.

“Uhhhhhhh…”

Leo’s face contoured with confusion, “Oooookkkkkk…a simple ‘no’ would have worked weirdo.”

Leo moved back over to his side of the table, leaving Tommy to his thoughts.

What the fudge is happening?!? Oh my god! Oh my god! What did I do?!

Tommy’s hand shot into the air, gaining Mr. Aumar’s attention out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, Tommy?” He asked with concern, noticing that Tommy looked frantic.

“CouldIGoToTheBathroomPlease!?” The words rushed out of Tommy’s mouth in a flash, becoming one word if someone was listening closely.

“You may, but make sure to--.” Aumar started to say, but Tommy cut him off.

“Thank you! Will do, Mr. Aumar!” Tommy said swiftly, hopping out of his seat and almost slipping on a cum puddle towards the front of the room. He swiped the hall pass before leaving the room, the door closing shut behind him.

What a weird guy. Vik thought and focused back on his worksheet, wondering why his mouth tasted like berries and cream.

END OF CH. 6

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SkyLarkin this is some of the filthiest stuff I’ve ever read. I’ve been leaking precum the entire read. Thank you. Hot sexy bent writing is not to be overlooked. Cheers!

 

[SkyLarkin]

SkyLarkin this is some of the filthiest stuff I’ve ever read. I’ve been leaking precum the entire read. Thank you. Hot sexy bent writing is not to be overlooked. Cheers!

Thank you! I'm currently writing Ch. 7 and some other stuff, so stay on the lookout for that! Also check out my new website: SkyLarkinStories

 

[Krobbie1954]

Thank you! I'm currently writing Ch. 7 and some other stuff, so stay on the lookout for that! Also check out my new website: SkyLarkinStories

Thanks for that SkyLarkin. Just had a wee peep at your site and have kept it on “Favourites”. Cheers.

 

[Anime2]

Thank you! I'm currently writing Ch. 7 and some other stuff, so stay on the lookout for that! Also check out my new website: SkyLarkinStories

Ohh what's happened isnt there anymore to the story

 

[SkyLarkin]

Ohh what's happened isnt there anymore to the story

Just been busy and kinda lazy lol. I am 14 or so pages into Ch. 7 so that's pretty good.

 

[bighossresurrected]

god this story is so hot, as are all the ones you do, thank you so much for this

 

[Anime2]

Just been busy and kinda lazy lol. I am 14 or so pages into Ch. 7 so that's pretty good.

I was just on your website is chapter 7 "The travel dildos" and chapter 8 "Sneaky Fun in the drive thru"

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[SkyLarkin]

I was just on your website is chapter 7 "The travel dildos" and chapter 8 "Sneaky Fun in the drive thru"

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No those are just short stories. Some are canon and some are non-canon, I should edit them with those notes.

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 7 Pt. 1
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KOK House | Fraternity Row

Brad Knight was just trying to enjoy the first day of the weekend.

His morning went well, at first. Received some stellar head from a phat-assed twink, who Brad brought back to his room at the tail end of another legendary KOK party. He must’ve been right on the edge of blackout drunk, because as he woke up, the blurriness of beer, vodka shots, and a keg stand faded away, revealing that Brad’s seemingly cute bed mate was actually pretty fugly. His face was average, but Brad couldn’t stop looking at the red pimple right in the middle of the twink’s forehead. His body, which Brad thought was fine the night before, was actually way bigger than he had realized in the moment.

Ahh…noooooo. Brad thought, his memory a bit blurry.

The guy, whose name just wasn’t clicking in Brad’s head, unfortunately woke up around the same time he did and fired into dreaded morning conversation. The chubby twink chatted and giggled about whatever, while Brad nodded along wordlessly staring at the big, crimson bullseye. Right as he was about to cut the twink off and instinctively pop the pimple, one of his best bros—a hulking offensive lineman named Drew, barged into the room and easily pulled Brad from the startled twink’s plump arms, telling him that he needed a quick pick me up from the store.

Brad had never been more grateful for his bro’s sudden interruption and didn’t even object, just throwing on whatever he could grab from the pile of clothes on the floor, although not before making a mental note to clean up when he got back. As the door was closing behind himself, he called out over his shoulder to the now-annoyed looking twink. “Make sure to let yourself out!”

He decided to gain some distance between himself and the frat house on Fraternity Row by going to the Quikie on the corner of Summers Street and Grey instead of the one on Howlett. He passed by the DIK frat house, giving the rival fraternity a quick middle finger before continuing on in his hastily assembled outfit. On his muscular torso was a way too small neon orange, mesh tank top that barely reached the top of his chiseled abs. The neckline was stretched out so much, his massive pecs were threatening to pop out like a slutty busty jogger’s tits.

Pressed tightly against the underside of his elephantine cheeks, not an ounce of fat on those meaty dark chocolate globes, was one of his gold-colored jockstraps. They were a gift from JockHole Apparel for Brad being a part of their ‘Young Gentlemen Auction’ charity drive and receiving the highest bid out of everyone else. Brad didn’t mind participating since he loved the attention and also he was determined to beat Kyler Mills—the president of MCU’s DIK chapter and a grade A dickhead. After it was over, Brad framed a photo of Kyler’s pissed off face in the bathroom and it’s become tradition for KOK brothers to cum on the photo.

The jockstrap was heat and fire resistant, perfect for his after-hour activities and was, most importantly, incredibly breathable. It was also free of his wallet and when Brad noticed this, he deeply sighed.

Fuck it, Brad resigned himself, then thought, it might help me get something free, maybe.

It didn’t take long for Brad to make it to the store, although he did stop to let some fans take pictures and to get some phone numbers. He was smirking on the inside when one of his fans got a little handsy and copped a feel of his famous buns. One person, a hot blonde chick got her awkward-looking boyfriend to grab Brad’s oversized bulge, making him really squeeze and stroke the heavy piece of meat until the wet circumcised tip poked out. Brad thought the dude’s girlfriend might keep pushing and get her man to suck him off right there on the sidewalk. Brad wouldn’t object to that, but he was on a mission and feeling thirsty.

Brad rarely went to this Quikie since it was out of the way, but he thrived in the unknown. Before he entered, he glanced to the right, waving at a fan across the street, and saw that a BistBRO cafe was set to open next week. He made another mental note to tell the bros back at the frat house about it.

The glass door, plastered and almost completely covered with ads, opened with a DING and Brad saw a young, 19-year-old, with the name “Gino” embroidered on his shirt’s breast pocket standing behind the counter. Gino lazily raised his head to mumble out a greeting, then suddenly paused and did a double take so fast that he could have broken his neck.

His mouth gaped open, then closed, then opened back up again before words finally flowed out in a nervous stuttering jumble.

“Y-y-you’re Brad Knight—ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!” Brad had to hold back the laughter bubbling up in his throat and flashed his killer smile.

“Calm down bro,” Brad chuckled, trying to get ‘Gino’ to settle. “I know it’s me, but take a breath, can’t have you passing out on me.”

With some effort Gino got to a point where he stopped mumbling “ohmygod” under his breath, but his heart kept racing and his cock rapidly swelled with blood.

It didn’t happen a ton, but sometimes Gino got to see glimpses of local heroes in public like Apex or Flyby but his favorite was Scorch. He had cool fire powers and could fly, but it was probably because Brad Knight reminded Gino so much of his former babysitter Axl, with his big muscles, fat cock, and thick muscle butt. Both men were wet dreams come to life but out of reach for the average teen. But here was Brad Knight, standing in front of Gino, talking to him in a slutty tank top and a jockstrap. He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

Brad was mostly oblivious to the predatory look that washed over the kid’s dark brown eyes, asking, “So you guys got BROtein here?”

Gino stammered, “W-what?” his brain filled with thoughts of how to take advantage of the situation and maybe even get rid of his seemingly permanent V-card.

He repeated himself. “You sell BROtein?”

Gino’s brain just wasn’t working in Brad Knight’s stellar presence. BROtein? Oh! BROtein!

“YES! I mean—yeah we do,” Gino silently scolded himself. “It’s back there…next to the Rhino-Aide.”

Brad winked and smiled, turning to walk to the line of glass refrigerator doors at the back of the store and gave Gino a show he would never forget. His perfectly round, toned black booty, jutted out like a shelf and bounced without jiggling. Just pure muscle.

Fuckkkkk…I need to spread them RIGHT NOW! Gino thought with barely restrained horniness, watching as Brad grabbed the 12-pack of BROtein. He sauntered back up to the counter to pay, where Gino noticed that the beefcake had no wallet and quickly came up with a devious plan.

“Hey bro,” Brad flashed his pearly whites again, drawing Gino’s attention immediately and he knew that this wouldn’t take long. “Looks like I forgot my wallet. I had to leave my place real quick, there was this…phat as fuck babe, you know, but maybe you could let me take these for…free?”

He was hoping that the kid would let him take the drinks without paying, but he noticed Gino hesitating and decided to sweeten the deal.

“I could even let you take a selfie with me, maybe a video for your buddies?” Gino lit up then surprised Brad.

“I got something better in mind…how about you pop off that slutty jockstrap and let me take a ride on that cock I’ve seen so much before?” Gino grinned wickedly, the counter hiding the tent in his pants.

Brad wanted to argue. Gino saw the thought pass through the jock’s head and add, “And if you want to leave without paying, just know we record all transactions here at Quikie.” Pointing up at the security cam pointed right at the pay counter.

This fucking kid. [sigh] Fine! Whatever! Might give me some time for that guy back at the house to be gone by now. God, I hope Tyler kicked him out—can’t have the accounts and blogs talking about my new pimple-faced fuckbuddy.

“Ok fine, didn’t get a chance to unload my balls this morning, BUT you better not start acting all clingy and shit afterwards.” Brad stated flatly.

“Sure whatever, go flip that sign over.” Gino wasn’t really listening to what Brad was saying as his mind was finally realizing that Brad Knight was going to fuck his ass!

Brad flipped the open sign to ‘closed’ and walked around the counter, where Gino was fumbling with his shorts, trying to pull them down.

What a fucking virgin…kinda cute tho. Brad thought, while kneeling on one knee and slapping the teen’s shaky hands away. In one go, he pulled Gino’s shorts and briefs down around his ankles.

SMACK!

Gino’s hard, average-sized penis smacked, or rather, slapped Brad right in his chiseled perfect face, leaving behind a shiny smear of precum across his nose and cheek.

“Ah shit! Sorry!” Gino blurted nervously while trying to keep the giggles contained.

Brad just glared and grunted, aggressively maneuvering Gino around so that his perky butt was facing him now. He wanted to slap the kid’s ass so bad, but decided he could do one better instead.

Wasting no time, he pulled the jockstrap down releasing a much thicker, longer cock from the overstuffed golden pouch. It was 8 inches long, dark brown, almost to the point of being black, with a large vein running from his carefully trimmed pubes to the big pink head at the end. A pair of hefty hairless balls hanging below that Gino imagined smacking against his ass.

This is soooo fucking hot! Oh my fucking god! I think I might bust if his cock touches my asshole! I can’t wait to tell Dan at school, he’s going to fucking—WAIT! Is he going to fuck me dry!?! Oh shit! Gino thought and felt a whirlwind of emotions as he realized what was about to happen.

“W-wait!” Gino exclaimed, making Brad freeze. “You’re not going to enter me without any lube right?”

“HAHAHAHA!” Brad loudly laughed.

“Fuck no, bruh! Here,” Brad held his cupped hand in front of Gino. “Spit.”

Gino wanted to smack himself for how fast he obeyed the jock’s command, spitting out a large glob of saliva into Brad’s hand, but the deed was done and Brad was already using the natural lube to slick up his dick.

“Stand on the chair.” Gino did that too, putting one leg up on the folding chair he usually sat on behind the counter.

With one hand wrapped around his now slimy dick, Brad aimed it at the slightly hairy, light brown rosebud in front of him and eased it in a little faster than he would normally for a first timer. And Gino could tell.

“AAAAHHHHH FUCK! SLOW DOWN! SHIT DUDE!” Yelling at the top of his lungs, the pain making him buck away from the giant horse cock that seemed to be ripping his asshole apart.

SMACK!

“Shut the fuck up,” Brad remarked offhandedly giving the manipulative bottom a quick smack on the ass. “You wanted this, you’re going to take it slut.”

He didn’t care what Gino was feeling and he wasn’t going to stop, not once he had felt how warm and snug the teen’s ass felt around his cock. Plus, he had already gotten the worst part over with, having pushed his big cockhead past Gino’s tight ass lips and it was pretty much smooth sailing from there on out.

“Fuck yesssss!” He groaned, holding the kid’s waist tightly.

Inch after inch filled Gino up until the pain fell away to pleasure and his whimpering, borderline teary cries for Brad to ‘slow down’ turned to whoreish, loud as fuck moans for him not to stop. He got halfway into the teen’s perky bubble when all hell broke loose.

SCREEEECH! BOOM!

Everything happened at a snail’s pace for Brad, he saw the front windowed wall of the store shattering inwards as a car barreled through. Shelves full of snacks and gadgets fell over into each other like giant dominoes, scattering bags of chips and candy all over the place.

Gino barely noticed what had happened until he felt a great sense of emptiness, leaving him unsatisfied. Feeling cold air on his gaping hole, he glanced over his shoulder to see Brad swiftly pulling his jockstrap up. He watched him adjust that yummy horse cock in the pouch until it felt somewhat comfortable, although it was plainly obvious that it wasn’t. Brad’s beer can thick cock was straining against the mesh jockstrap, trying to escape.

As Brad hopped over the counter with ease and went to check on the passengers of the crashed car. the twink called after him, “You better fucking come back here soon and fuck my ass, o-or I’ll post the security footage online! I’m not playing!”

Brad didn’t respond, just rolling his eyes and moving on, leaving Gino to huff and pout.

The car had come to a stop deep inside of the store. Brad hurried to the driver’s seat, and pulled on the door handle, but it didn’t budge. He told the delirious, probably concussed driver to hold on and look away. Holding a finger up to the car door’s hinges, Brad focused as his fingertip glowed brighter and brighter until it started to melt and cut through the metal, acting like a flameless blowtorch. When he felt like it was good, Brad grabbed the door and pulled it away from the car, tossing it behind himself and helped the middle-aged, auburn-haired man out.

He sat the man down against the side of the car, looking him over while hearing police sirens, shouts, and gunfire coming from outside. “You okay?”

The man numbly glanced up with a numb expression, painfully grunting before giving Brad a short nod.

Brad couldn’t ignore the bloody gash on the man’s head and yelled over to Gino. “Gino! Pull your shorts up and come over here!”

He heard a bunch of hushed curses, before the hastily redressed teen with a tent in the front hurried over to the crashed car. Brad didn’t waste time, ignoring Gino’s angry shouts as he ripped the teen’s shirt off and wrapped it tightly around the man’s bleeding head. He hoped that the evenings spent watching his buddy Milo’s shitty medical dramas would pay off. Once he felt that the makeshift bandage was wrapped tight enough, he snapped his fingers in the man’s face.

“I have to deal with that out there, but my buddy Gino here, will keep you company until the ambulance gets here. You’ll be fine.” Brad smiled wide, trying to reassure the man.

The man could only give Brad a small smile, but it was enough for the hero to rise to his feet and start to walk towards the giant new hole in the store.

Gino grabbed his arm, stopping him. “I’m serious dude, if you don’t come back later and finish the job, I’ll post the footage online.”

Jesus fucking Christ! Brad wanted to throttle the teen, but held back.

“Fuck, whatever…here.”

Brad went over to the counter, picking up a sticky note and jotted down Drew’s phone number. He stuck the note to Gino’s chest before heading back to the hole, then called out over his shoulder.

“Make sure to call 911!”

Gino smiled then yelled after him. “This better be real!”

Brad bounded through the hole towards the destruction in the street. People were screaming and running away, a car was overturned, and a few brave (but really dumb) citizens stood behind police barricades filming the action. Standing in the middle of everything was…well Brad didn’t really know what it was. What the…?

First off, it had the head of a literal gorilla, absolutely MASSIVE, probably more than 9 feet tall and definitely weighed over 700 pounds. But if it wasn’t dragging THE biggest cock Brad had ever seen in his entire life between its roided out, furry black legs, he probably would’ve thought that it was someone in a fursuit. The gorilla cock was a foot and a half long. Brad tried to imagine being able to wrap both of his hands around. He knew that the creature’s melon-sized cum churners wouldn’t be leaving his brain for a while.

Brad was usually pretty well-versed in the daily weird shit he saw in Millennium City, but this stumped him. Still, he had to pick his jaw up off the ground and remember that he was pissed off at this thing, not ready to drop to his knees and suck. No! He had the biggest cock in town, and he wasn’t about to be shown up by this freakshow. He readied himself, about to get its seemingly occupied attention when…

SCREEEECH!

Brad whipped his head to the left as a white and blue MCPD cruiser skidded to a halt and two officers hurriedly stepped out, immediately leveling their guns at the beast’s furry grayish-black head.

“FREEZE! HANDS UP!!” The older black officer ordered, bushy mustache covering his grimacing mouth.

His hands and aim were steady, while his younger white partner looked a little unsure of what they should do.

Probably pissing in his pants haha! Brad chuckled.

The younger cop’s partner quickly glanced to his right and sternly whispered to him. “Keep it together Maloney!”

Maloney had to take a deep breath and swallow the stuck glob of spit in his throat. He was able to calm himself somewhat, although his hands still shook.

“Thanks Keyes.” Keyes turned back to the creature who was still preoccupied.

“I SAID, GET YOUR HANDS UP!!”

Unbeknownst to the officers, the animal’s head was pounding like someone was using a jackhammer to bore into its skull, and its eyesight was bleary as colors seemed to swirl in front of it. But the officer’s commands brought the animal’s vision into focus. Realizing the threat aimed at it, it let out a deep, chest rumbling growl.

“Oh shit! GET DOWN!” Keyes yelled, diving out of the way as the animal easily leaped ten feet into the air, arcing down onto the hood of the cruiser.

The impact tore the metal like it was wet tissue paper. The cruiser’s tires and windows popped from the immense, sudden pressure.

Maloney rolled to the other side, grunting as his bare legs scraped against the pavement. Before he could get to his feet, he felt a firm meaty hand wrap around his leg and haul him high into the air, and found himself face to face with the annoyed creature.

“AAAAAH!!!!” The man screamed, while a warm wetness ran down his black shorts and underneath his tight shirt, dripping off his chin.

AS the creature huffed in response and pulled the terrified cop’s closer and began to sniff him, the officer’s face swiftly lost what little color it had.

BANG! BANG!

The older officer fired, sending two rounds into the towering beast in a failed attempt to stop it from hurting his partner. He only succeeded in making things worse.

With an effortless whip of the beast’s bulging mighty arm, it pitched Maloney like a human-sized fastball at his partner.

Gasps and screams rang out from the crowd. A bellow of terror poured from Maloney’s throat as he felt himself hurtling helplessly through the air. He and everyone else fully expected his flight to end in carnage, but that didn’t happen.

Maloney felt himself stop mid-air. Instead of ending up a red paste against the wall, he was cradled in the muscular arms of—well he had to shakily peek out of one eye to see that it was Scorch holding him.

He couldn’t stop the buzz of excitement and eagerly praised the superhero, getting a swoon-worthy smile in response. Maloney felt his damp crotch becoming pretty snug and glanced down to see his shorts all tented.

He blushed. Oh god—I hope he didn’t notice that.

Brad had noticed it, actually he felt it brushing against his arm and chuckled. Maloney just blushed harder, avoiding eye contact with his senior partner while Scorch faced the creature.

END OF PART ONE

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 7 Pt. 2
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“EVERYONE STAY BACK! I got this prick!” He announced to the audience of onlookers in his typical, overdramatic heroic flair.

Brad shouted at it. “HEY FREAKSHOW! I’M TALKING TO YOU!”

The creature couldn’t even hear what the hero was saying. Its head felt like it could explode from the thunderous cacophony stabbing at it. It couldn’t remember what had happened to cause its current suffering. When it tried to remember, it saw random flashes of blinding white lights, heard muffled voices, and felt unbearable pain that made it shudder. Now it just wanted the headaches to stop.

Brad growled under his breath. “Don’t you fucking ignore me!”

He instantaneously generated a fireball in his hand and threw it right at the creature’s face. It hit the mark and burst upon impact like a fiery water balloon. The flames spread around the creature’s head, singeing every hair and making the beast roar in pain.

Now I got your fuckin’ attention!

Brad twisted around to bask in the crowd's praise as they cheered.

“YEAH! YOU GUYS LIKED THAT?” He bragged.

The beast panicked, frantically trying to pat out the spreading fire, eyes clenched shut so the fireball couldn’t do anymore damage. Eventually it was able to smother the flames, but the beast felt incredibly weary as the pounding of pain in its head increased, seemingly climbing to a crescendo, and the beast wanted to leave—no, needed to leave, immediately.

Then, like a ray of sunlight cutting through dark stormy clouds, a soft, honey-dripping but firm voice whispered in the beast’s disjointed noisy mind.

Focus.

Suddenly, the beast’s fuzzy senses became crystal clear as it felt something, like an invisible hand, on the back of its head, tilting it towards its boasting attacker. Making it concentrate on him. It wondered why this disembodied voice was helping it, but then the voice wiped away all its concerns and whispered again.

Attack.

The beast’s heart began to race, its veins bulged, throbbing wildly, its fists clenched so tightly that its fingernails cut into the skin and blood dripped down. It couldn’t make sense of this newfound growing anger, but once more, the voice came back and said with more conviction.

ATTACK.

The beast let out a deep rumbling growl and knew what it had to do.

Brad was so busy preening, boasting to the crowd and showing off that he didn’t notice the creature crouching like it was about to launch at him.

“I’ll be signing autographs right after I deal with this—!”

Brad was turning back to deliver what he thought would be a knockout blow to the beast, a bigger fireball generated in between his hands, when the beast caught him off guard.

“OOF!” Brad grunted with pain, slamming into the asphalt and feeling it crack with the added weight of the beast and the beast’s monstrous cock on top of him.

GRRR!

The beast’s hot stinky breath billowed down the back of Brad’s neck, making what little hairs remained on his body stand up. What Brad focused on more so was its massive cock, feeling like a one-ton safe grinding against his bubble butt as they wrestled for control. Brad couldn’t figure out if the beast was trying to crush him with its strength or fuck his ass with that warhammer of a cock, either way he didn’t want to find out.

Under different circumstances, Brad would be all up for some guy on top of him, but in that scenario, the guy would be some dick-starved, bubble butt jock or twink bouncing and moaning like a bitch while Brad rocked their worlds. Brad wasn’t up for having his asshole torn apart by a fleshy flag pole, Brad took pride in being a total top—well he had given a few worthy guys a blowjob or two, but no one and that meant NO ONE, would pop his cherry.

“GET…uh! THE! FUCK! OFF!!!” Brad yelled at the beast.

Fire spread all over the college jock’s chiseled body as Brad ignited like a Molotov cocktail, forcing the creature to instantly release its hold on the pissed firestarter. With a little more wiggle room, Brad took the chance and hopped to his feet, jumping away from the creature and sending a yellow-orange blast of flames right at the center of the creature’s chest.

The creature yelped in pain and glanced down at the stinging, softball-sized, patch of burnt off hair, then looked back up just in time to dodge another blast from Scorch. The beam blasted right through a nearby car.

Brad threw another fireball at the creature. “SUCK ON THIS!”

The creature didn’t suck on it, instead ducking out of the way and picking up a hub cap that it flung like a frisbee right at Scorch.

CLANG!

It hit its mark right on Brad’s forehead, making him lose momentary focus and rub at the aching spot. The creature saw a window. Swiftly climbed up a nearby light post, it swung from post to post, gaining enough momentum to send a powerful flying punch at Scorch’s face. The crowd shared a collective grimace, feeling the shockwave from the mighty wallop.

Brad felt his jaw almost break and sailed backwards right through the damaged police cruiser’s cracked windshield, landing with his legs over his head, his spread ass jutting out for everyone to see. Not a good look for the macho hothead. That view would no doubt be splashed across every newspaper, news blog, magazine, and Brad Knight/Scorch fan page on Looker within a couple hours.

Brad groaned. “Ow.”

“Come on Scorch, you got this!” Someone yelled from the crowd.

Brad was trying to hype himself up too. Come on bro. You’re motherfucking Brad Knight, this gorilla asshole doesn’t have shit on you! Now shake it off and get the fuck up!!

With a pained grunt, he’d almost extricated himself from the car when a great shadow fell over him, drawing a curse from his lips. The creature peeled back the roof of the car like it was opening a can of sardines, and Brad was once again pinned down.

“GRAAAARRRR!!!”

Spittle splashed on Brad’s face, making him grimace from the smell.

“Get away from me…you stupid fucking ape!!” Brad growled back, taking a deep breath and concentrating. He was going to light the bastard up.

Smoke wafted off his body for a moment as he tried to do a full body ignition, but suddenly Brad felt light-headed and slightly dizzy. He took another deep breath and tried to concentrate again, but that just made the fuzziness worse as he got a big whiff of the thick heavy musk flowing from the beast’s pores.

What’s happening to me? Brad asked himself as the panic rose. It smells so strong…it’s intoxicating! I can feel him getting heavier! I can’t…can’t! The strength in his beefy arms was gradually fading away, until he could barely keep the immense weight above from crushing him. I need to get away from him, gotta hold my breath!

That seemed to work with his head becoming a little bit clearer, then the beast’s fur scratched his sensitive nipples making Brad gasp. The last remaining iota of strength disappeared instantly and Brad went from pushing against the beast to holding onto it, although he wouldn’t admit it.

God…this fucker is so…BIG! Brad thought. It’s like it has muscles underneath its muscles, just built to be powerful. So…fucking…powerful…NO! I need to focus, I gotta think, how am I going to get out of this. I gotta…I need to, to…uh w-what was I doing…I was thinking, I guess? With a start, Brad came to a realization. Damn, my cock is so fucking hard right now!

His cock was hard, hard as rock and trying its best to tear a hole through the skin tight mesh pouch of the golden jockstrap. Precum flowed freely, making the mesh fabric trapping his cock glisten, and he could feel his balls aching, fresh cum brewing in there just waiting to jet. The beast’s stiff black fur brushed against Brad’s chest again, forcing him to bite back a moan that almost slipped out.

Brad Knight doesn’t moan like that, he said to himself, even if he really, REALLY wanted to. Brad couldn’t help but think: Maybe just one little, tiny moan wouldn’t hurt?

Brad wouldn’t be able to think about it anymore because his mouth made the decision for him, letting out a decidedly feminine-sounding noise. “Ah!”

It surprised and scared him, although a part of Brad didn’t really mind, wanting to submit.

Oh fuck no! Brad worked to come to his senses. Brad fucking Knight—all-American football player, big dick swinging, pussy-hound with a body count of 500 and climbing will NEVER fucking submit! Even to this…big, strong, hung like hell and smelling soooo good…like salt and sweat and DICK!

“Fuck me!” Brad surprised himself again, muttering out the two words that he had never said in his entire time as a self-proclaimed and practically confirmed “sex god.”

Brad didn’t know if the creature could even understand what he had just begged for so meekly, but the voice directing its actions knew exactly what was said and decided to oblige the sexy hero. Even disembodied voices were horny bastards.

TONGUE THAT SLUTTY HOLE.

The beast grunted and lifted up off Brad, who was so drunk on its alcoholic scent that he didn’t think about trying to escape and just laid there. He watched as a long slithering pink tongue slipped out from the beast’s fat black lips and was shoved right into his gaping mouth.

“MNH!” Brad mumbled through a mouthful, and then some, of beastly tonguing.

Brad was taken aback, but insanely turned on and his dick burped out a big glob of precum into the drenched jockstrap. He could feel the wide slimy appendage searching around in his mouth, swiping from side to side then prodding against the back of his throat. The steamy one-sided face sucking lasted for a few minutes and the lewd wet slurping echoed on the quiet street. The growing crowd looked on from the sidelines with bated breath, stiff tents, and wet crotches.

When the beast finally pulled back, Brad was flushed and gasping for air, trying and failing to say “don’t stop”. A steady stream of drool fell down on him and he caught a good amount with his tongue. The beast moved lower, letting its slimy tongue trail downwards over the hero’s chocolate chiseled torso, passing his perky nipples and restrained dick. Brad bucked and whimpered that his cock was being ignored, but the beast had a final destination to get to.

It paused there for what was no more than a few seconds, but for a horny-as-fuck Brad it felt like an eternity. He was on the verge of telling the beast to hurry the fuck up, when it’s tongue dived right in and stuck its mouth to the jock’s hairless brown puck like glue.

“AH FUCK!”

SLUUURP! SUCK! SSUUCCK!

The surface of the gorilla tongue was almost like sandpaper, grinding and rubbing against Brad’s overly, sensitive hole. Brad went from bucking his hips to straight up writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Haah Uhg! Uhn—FUCK! YESSSS! EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY! EAT MY FUCKING PHAT PUSSY!”

The beast seemed to grunt in response, sucking so hard against Brad’s sweaty puck that a plunger-like suction was formed around it, sure to leave a humongous hickey later on. Then that tongue came back, darting straight at his hole, trying to get past Brad’s virgin tight ring. Then the beast took another tack, taking big quick licks from taint to the top of Brad’s ass crack, then right back down to start all over again. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

The hero hollered. “LICK THE FUCK OUT OF THAT BITCH! UNNF! F-FUCK!”

The beast’s tongue kept lapping at Brad’s hole like it was drinking water from a doggy bowl, driving Brad wild. He grabbed the back of the beast’s furry head, pushing it deeper against his ass. He never wanted this disgusting, raunchy anilingus to stop. It wasn’t long before the beast decided the cocky hero was finally loose enough to properly taste, allowing it to use its tongue like a fleshy spear, thrusting deep into that forbidden place.

Only two things had ever been inside of his round muscular buns; the anal thermometer used by his family’s doctor and his father’s thick hairy finger, and neither happened very often. So Brad wasn’t completely new to getting some action back there, but it had only been to check up on his health and he always took it like a Knight. Still, he had a small and extremely tight hole. This was something he’d never experienced before and he absolutely fucking loved it.

“AH NNHG UH-UHH! FUCK! FUC—SHIT! OH MY FUCKING GOD! FUCK YES! FUCK YESSSS!!!” Brad’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when they weren’t threatening to pop right out.

He knew there was a tongue slithering and burrowing deep into his pussy, but it honest to god felt more like a cock was fucking him. Albeit a cock less intimidating than the one spewing gooey, dripping precum onto the ground. Brad didn’t care though, and neither did his pussy since it was clenching and unclenching around the beast’s tongue. The most frustrating thing about this was that his body refused to let him cum, no matter how badly he wanted to.

“YOU’RE TONGUING ME SO DEEP! MOTHERFUCKER! DON’T STOP! NNGH!”

To Brad’s dismay, the beast’s tongue did exactly that, getting pulled out with a loud wet SPLAT from the hero’s delicious tasting pussy.

“MNHH—! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DON’T FUCKING STOP, YOU DUMB FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

The beast didn’t want to stop, it liked how the mean, loud hero’s cunt had tasted but the voice in its head was giving it new orders and it couldn’t resist. Actually, the beast knew it was going to enjoy this order, a lot!

He gasped under his breath, seeing the creature’s huge, absolutely MASSIVE foot and a half long cock aimed right at his slobber-covered puck; precum bubbling up at the uncut purple tip like a trickling water hose. The creature grunted, grabbing its unnaturally wide cock around the middle and started to close in on where it wanted to bury its bone. Brad’s eyes went from the creature’s tree log to his hole and instantly put two and two together.

There was no way that cock could even go inside of him without being ripped in half. His jock pussy was slightly gaping from the tongue fucking and considerably lubed up, but the angry-looking battering ram coming towards him was larger than his own head. It couldn’t realistically fit, and if Brad wasn’t geared up from the beast’s intoxicating pheromones, he would’ve said something.

Brad was still in bliss even as the impossibly wide tip smooshed against his hole. Then the beast thrust into him.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! AHHHHH SHIT! STOP!!!”

It was the sheer, almost inexpressible pain of having his asshole torn wide open like tissue paper that wiped away the horny haze from his mind. And he reacted appropriately.

Like a searing human-sized flashbang, Brad burst into white hot flames and drove the beast away.

It tripped on the edge of the cruiser and fell backwards, its gigantic cock slapping against the asphalt and leaving behind cracks and goopy splatters of precum.

Brad shook his head to get rid of the remaining fog and tried to fly away, hoping to get some much-needed distance between himself and the gorilla. But while his brain felt clearer, his body was still fatigued. He’d only gotten a few feet into the air when he felt a familiar meaty paw grasp his leg and sling him in the opposite direction like a ragdoll. Brad grunted as he slammed into a lamppost, bending the metal far enough to cause it to collapse.

The post fell, sparks of electricity flying, threatening Brad with being crushed or electrocuted. Brad had only seconds to roll out of the way. As the jock escaped from that problem, he realized a much bigger, more pissed off and hornier problem was still coming his way. The beast lumbered towards him with its hard cock leading the way and Brad knew he had only moments to think of a plan to finally take that big fucker down.

Need to think! Need to think! Wait, what’s that smell?

Brad sniffed, then immediately spied where the slightly sweet, extremely pungent stench of gasoline was coming from. A trail of the flammable liquid had leaked from the destroyed police cruiser and ran to where he was.

He willed a single flame to appear at the tip of his finger, a considerably harder task than usual in his current state, then reached towards the gasoline trail, stopping just short of igniting.

“HEY FUCKFACE!” He shouted to the beast, easily getting its attention.

“SUCK ON THIS, YOU FUCKING—!”

Brad was cut off in mid-sentence by the sudden ball of fire; he could feel the massive pressure wave and ducked as searing hot shrapnel soared clear and high into the air, but thankfully no one was hurt besides the obvious.

The beast’s body was briefly outlined before being swallowed up by the yellow-orange flames, so bright that Brad had to shield his eyes from them. He thought it was over and was just letting out a sigh of relief when his eyes widened and his heart started racing again.

“RAWRRRRR!!!”

It sounded angrier than a motherfucker as it leaped out of the explosion, covered from head to toe in flames and agonizing looking burns, its fur burnt off, but much to Scorch’s amazement growing back at a rapid rate.

How the fuck is it still standing?!? Brad couldn’t believe what he was seeing and didn’t have any time to process it either.

The savage beast tilted its head back and bellowed into the sky. The deafening roar made the ground rumble, windows shake, and jolted everyone standing around watching. It roared until its throat was raw, and when it was done with the entire block had fallen deadly quiet as the onlookers anxiously waited for whatever was going to happen next.

The beast’s head whipped around and its eyes, which were completely black, zeroed in on Brad.

END HIM!

A hoarse growl bubbled out from the beast’s beating chest, then it was running at Scorch on all fours like it had reverted back to being a savage animal of the jungle.

For a split second, Brad froze and panicked; he could tell fear was getting the better of him by how badly his hands were shaking. But he knew what to do, since he did it every time before a big play during a game. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, clearing his mind.

You got this Brad… because you’re Brad FUCKIN’ KNIGHT!

His eyes opened and he drew in a sharp breath at seeing how close the beast was to him now, no more than a few steps away from pummeling him into the ground. He still couldn’t generate more than a tiny miserable bit of fire on his fingertip, still fatigued and achy, so he looked at his surroundings and spied something that could just work. Brad wrapped his hand around the exposed cables hanging out of the broken lamppost and yanked right as the creature was on top of him.

With a big lunge, Brad stabbed the sparking cables into the biggest thing that filled his vision—lighting up the beast’s black cum-filled orbs!

The beast halted like it was struck by a freeze ray, straightening its back immediately and standing straight up as torturous electricity coursed through its entire being. All previous thoughts of violent murder and destruction were wiped from its head as the commanding voice was blown backwards and out by the sudden painful surge of electricity. Following it was an echoing scream of aggravation, but it was quickly and thankfully gone.

Brad yelled with victory. “TAKE THAT YOU—! AHH WHAT THE FUCK?!”

END OF PART TWO

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 7 Pt. 3
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Once more, the jock was cut off, but this time by a thick chunky torrent of gorilla cum blasting him right in his handsome face.

The sheer volume of splooge firing from the creature’s massive fuckstick could fill several buckets and more, but all of that was being plastered across Brad’s head and chest; the rest spilled onto the street and sidewalk creating a river of yellowish-white cream. Even when the beast fell onto its back unconscious, its cock was still erect and spewing cum.

Brad leaned against the lamppost to steady himself as he got to his feet, wiping large globs of spunk from his eyes and spitting the rest out of his already full mouth. A good bit he subconsciously swallowed and wouldn’t admit that it tasted not half bad. He stumbled some as he walked around the beast’s passed out body, making sure that the brute was truly unconscious by lightly kicking at it.

“That’s what you fuckin’ get…” Brad muttered.

Looking over the creature one more time, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that he was still hard and grinned. He was about to lower his jockstrap and quickly jerk off on the creature’s face—a final “fuck you” to the gorilla, but was swarmed by the ecstatic crowd of adoring fans. Questions and cheers bombarded him from all sides.

“WAY TO GO SCORCH!” “WE LOVE YOU SCORCH!” “CAN I SUCK THAT BIG BLACK COC— !” “I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN BRO!” “SIGN THIS FOR ME SCORCH!” “PLEASE TAKE A SELFIE WITH ME!” “FUCK YEAH MAN! YOU’RE THE GREATEST!”

Brad was a little dismayed to ignore his erection, which was bordering on painful at that point, but the exhilarating energy of the crowd kept the grin on his face. He couldn’t not take a few pictures and sign some things for his fans, taking some time to get through the people who fought to the front of the crowd to see him. He didn’t mind that he was being ogled and felt up during the photos, and even encouraged it with the people he found attractive.

One very attractive couple who seemed to be around his age stood on either side of him, giving him a sideways hug while a stranger snapped the pic. Both of them felt up his chest, rubbing and tugging on his nipples while copping a feel of the quarterback’s famous bare bubble butt. They both gave his dark-skinned globes a couple of firm squeezes and one of them tried to sneak their pinky finger into his ass crack. Thankfully the picture was taken before things could escalate further, although Brad did make sure to get both of their numbers before they disappeared into the crowd.

Some reporters had arrived on the scene and were already recording interviews and footage for their mid-day broadcasts about the most recent supervillain sighting in the city. One reporter squeezed and shoved his way through the buzzing crowd and thrust a microphone in front of Brad’s face that weirdly sent flashes of the creature’s big black gorilla cock through his head. His puck twitched a bit, but Brad ignored it and flashed a pearly white smile.

“Scorch! Ethan Bashar from Channel 9 News—can you tell the viewers at home what happened today? Who is this monstrous primate and why did he attack you?”

Brad instantly recognized the short, slim Arab twink and his wide, bouncy backside which stretched the reporter’s professional but unintentionally slutty pants to their limits. He gave the reporter a wink, not missing the rosy, red blush now on Mr. Bashar’s brown cheeks.

“Primate? An appropriate name, Mr. Bashar! By the way, you look stunning in those pants—ass is POPPING!”

Bashar blushed harder, trying his best to remain collected under the very attractive younger man’s flirtatious gaze. “Th-thank you Scorch.”

The reporter mentally kicked himself for stuttering and continued on with the impromptu interview, forcing his eyes to remain level and not drift down to stare, drooling at Scorch’s big dick.

The interview ended with Brad getting another set of digits from the older twink. He posed for another round of lewd photos and signed more autographs before flying away into the sky back to the KOK house.

Primate, which everyone quickly started to call the creature, was loaded away into a large, all-black special security prison transport van designed to temporarily hold dangerous superpowered criminals until they were secured in Black Rock. Before the end of that day, footage of Scorch’s fight with the new simian supervillain was shared across every platform and forum, trending #1 in Millennium City for a while until the next big piece of news dropped. Things moved rather quickly there.

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Later Outside of Millennium City

The steady drone of the transport’s engine coupled with the low vibration from the road underneath, had kept the captured brute in a deep sleep. Then, someone woke it up.

“WAKE THE FUCK UP DETAINEE!” The guard noisily banged on the glass of the prisoner’s cage.

Primate was strung up, his arms and legs spread eagle by titanium-tungsten restraints that limited movement. He glanced down and noticed with wide eyes that a large, completely solid metal device was now attached to its massive appendage. Primate tried to fight against his restraints, but one tap from the guard’s bracelet sent a powerful electric shock straight through his dick, zapping him into submission. The man tapped the button a couple times just for fun afterwards.

The blonde-haired man with beady blue eyes and a crooked nose laughed at the latest prisoner-to-be through the holes in the glass. Primate could see that the man’s name was: “B. Tynion”, from his embroidered nametag.

“So I hear the media is calling you ‘Primate’? Makes sense!” Tynion heckled.

Heavy footsteps could be heard coming towards the glass cell. Primate had to really strain his eyes to see a dark-haired guard slightly shorter than Tynion with unremarkable facial features, except for a stubble-covered butt chin stop beside the guard. His nametag read: “O. Loeb”.

“Looks like Sleeping Beauty is awake—I’ll let Control know.” Loeb stated, glancing at Primate.

Loeb elbowed Tynion. “He’s gotta be, like, the ugliest motherfucker that we’ve transported before, yeah?”

Tynion snorted. “Definitely! Although there was that one guy with the rope powers or whatever—Rope Burn! Yeah, he was a total pizza face underneath that fuckin’ purple and orange mask! What. A. Loser!”

Primate watched the spittle fly out of their mouths and land on the glass as the two guffawed, just wishing that they would shut up soon.

In between tears and gasps, Tynion panted. “He was so fucking BAD bro! I mean…getting beat on your first outing as a supervillain has gotta be a death sentence! I just know that he’s been turned into the communal cumdump for Block 8!”

“Oh yeah dude! I heard that guy with the stretchy powers—uh I think his name was…ah I fuckin’ forget, but he made Rope Burn suck his cock!” Loeb retorted.

“I would think dude!” Tynion slapped his buddy’s chest, rolling his eyes. “That shit happens all the time in Black Rock! Fuckin’ Piers’ from Block 9 got this one guy whose constantly in solitary to suck his cock—!”

Loeb cut him off. “Dude. Stretch’s cock was three fuckin’ feet long.”

Tynion’s eyes bulged out of his head. “No way, you’re lying.”

Loeb shook his head. “Nope, the guards had to freeze Stretch’s anaconda of a cock with liquid nitrogen and take Rope Burn to the infirmary to treat his broken jaw! I heard he’s strictly doing handjobs now, although that ass of his is still up for grabs haha!”

“That pussy is getting a REAL workout too!” Tynion quipped with a dark chuckle, grabbing his bulge and subtly stroking it.

“Fuck yeah!” Loeb’s cock was stiff too, his hand had drifted down to touch himself during their conversation.

Both men were staring hard at Primate, who saw sinister glints in their eyes.

Loeb grunted. “God, you’re a ugly motherfucker! But I think I could bust down your throat—nothing much that you could do to stop me.”

“He tries anything dude and I’ll shock him until his heart fuckin’ bursts!” Tynion threatened, his finger itching to press the button of his tablet so the prisoner knew that the threat was real.

“Nah, I think it got the message,” Loeb grabbed Tynion’s wrist, stopping the man from pressing the button. “Besides I don’t want to risk getting my dick chomped off and it’ll be satisfying to see what the other inmates from Block X do to it.”

Tynion chuckled darkly. “Oh yeah! They're going to eat you alive in there, better not drop the soap! HAHAHA—!”

Tynion was silenced as the truck came to a harsh, abrupt halt, throwing Loeb into his partner and knocking them both to the hard steel floor.

“Ooof!” Tynion grunted, being knocked out cold while Loeb staggered to his feet.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE?!?” Loeb yelled into his bracelet, rubbing his head.

Yells and sounds of gunfire could be heard on the other end as the sound suddenly cut off, replaced by static.

“Shit!” Loeb looked nervous now, forgetting that his partner was still unconscious on the ground.

Primate could tell that the guard was panicking trying to figure out who, what, or why this was happening. Then, he was looking down the barrel of Loeb’s pistol.

Loeb threateningly jabbed his pistol against the glass. “DID YOU DO THIS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT? HUH?!”

Primate didn’t—couldn’t respond even if he wanted to. He was in the dark just as much as the aggravated guard was.

Suddenly, it was like the shadows of the truck had come alive behind the agitated guard, rushing to wrap around and ensnare Loeb’s arms and legs. He was pulled back against the metal wall, held tightly with his arms and legs spread until he mirrored Primate’s orientation. His gun fell to the floor with a clatter while Loeb struggled to break free, to no avail. The wispy darkness was solid as stone and cold. He tried to stretch and reach the knife in his pocket, but another purplish-black shadow formed around his neck, strangling him until he got the picture.

The back door to the truck opened with a creak as a tall man, decked head to toe in black, walked in with the purplish-black shadows trailing behind him. A few similarly dressed men armed with glowing futuristic rifles followed along, but Primate could tell that this guy was the leader of the pack. He exuded ‘alpha energy’ and was muscular underneath the wetsuit he wore. It could see every muscle through the sheer outfit, especially the man’s substantial dickprint snaking down his leg. The man in black stopped in front of Primate’s cage, just blankly staring since his entire face was covered, then Loeb interrupted.

“I won’t say a word—to anyone! Just let me go, please!” Loeb begged, piss dripping down his legs.

CRACK!

The man in black didn’t even turn around to hear what the guard was saying, ruthlessly snapping his neck as his one and only response. Then, he released Loeb’s lifeless corpse from the wall, letting it fall to the ground with a thud as the shadows were sucked back into the man’s body. He inhaled sharply at the sensation and nodded at one of the armed men, who marched over and effortlessly slung Tynion’s unconscious body over their shoulder.

The man in black touched the earpiece underneath his mask, rasping to the person on the other end. “Tell Overlord, Subject 609 has been recovered.”

Then, gas canisters were thrown through the holes of the cage, spraying a sweet smelling grey gas into Primate’s cage that soon rendered the creature unconscious.

END OF CHAPTER 7, STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 8!