THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES Part 4: GEARING UP
By Randy Rawman
A few days after my loadswap with Bryan at the gym,Angel picks me up in his Jeep to go buy some gear. On the way to the leather store, I tell him all about myseeding adventure with Bryan in the gym storeroom. "I loved watching him cum while trying not to scream out," Isay. "I'm going to be replayingthat moment in my mind for years. It was like a performance."
"As it should be," says Angel.
Angel pulls up in front of the leather store, theappropriately named Skin2Skin and parks. "I'm proud of you, Randy," he says. "For breeding that stud in the store room at the gym, man,and taking his load, too. Andthanks for letting me know that room is there. I might have to make use of it myself sometime."
"I want more," I say.
Angel turns to me and smiles. "A cum junkie is born," he says,laughing.
"Have you done this with other guys?" I wonder.
"Done what?" he asks.
"Taken them under your wing like this."
"Not like you," he insists. "I've never propositioned a client at the computer storebefore, like I did to you. I tryto keep it professional at work, believe it or not. But there was something about you. I thought you were hot, yeah, but it was more than that. I felt like it was my duty to corruptyou, that that was something that needed to happen."
Hearing all this makes me feel amazing. I give his beefy thigh a squeeze andstart to move it up to his crotch. "Well, I'm glad you did."
"Now, let's go, horny boy," he says, pulling my handaway. "Ron's expecting us."
"Does he know I watched you guys on cam?" I say,getting out of the jeep.
"He knows all about you," says Angel, leading me intothe store. "He's been lookingforward to this."
I thought Ron was hot on the webcam. In person, he's an absolute fucking knockout;blondish-brown shaggy hair, a little scruff, golden California tan, and a fewwell-placed tattoos. He's dressedin leather pants with red stripes down the side and a crotch pouch that unsnapsand a zipper up the crack for easy access. The pants hug his muscled legs and ass perfectly. On top, he wears a zip-up leather vestthat's half unzipped, revealing a pair of hairy, juicy pumped up pecs andnipples that obviously like to be played with. Both bulging biceps sport black leather bands.
"Hey Angel," he says, his voice deep and rich with justa hint of a California Valley Boy. "Is this the man of the hour?"
"I'm Randy," I say offering my hand. Ron gives it a good, firm shake.
"You got a little while?" he asks.
"I do," I say.
"Good," says Ron. "It takes a little time to find the perfect fit. You don't want to rush it."
For the next hour or so, I try on all kind of gear;from leather pants, chaps and harnesses to Lycra wrestling singlets to asslessrubber briefs. Each time I stepout of the fitting room, Angel and Ron give me the thumbs up or thumbsdown. If a look gets a thumbs up,they usually grope their crotches, too. I can see Angel's delicious dick nearly poking off of the top his Puma gymshorts. Ron's fucktool is snakingdown the left leg of his leather pants and every time I come out, it's at littlebit further down.
I narrow down the items I want to buy one pair ofleather pants with laces up the side, one pair of rubber chaps, a maroon andwhite N2N wrestling singlet, a Nasty Pig jockstrap, and a leather harness thatreally frames my pecs. I know Ishouldn't be spending this kind of money but it's all so sexy, and Angel andRon gave me such positive sexy feedback, that I can't resist.
"So what's the damage?" I say, pulling out my creditcard.
"That depends," says Ron, running his hand over theleather pants that top my stack of gear.
"Oh, this is going to be good," says Angel with a smirk.
"Retail, you're looking at $680," says Ron. I let out a heavy sigh. "But I'll take 10 percent off for everyminute you can go without shooting your load once you're in my ass."
"What?" I say.
"You heard me," says Ron.
I had a feeling things might be headed this way. Breeding seems to just happen whenAngel's around. My cock getsinstantly hard in my shorts.
"And I'm here to keep both you fuckers honest," saysAngel gesturing to his digital wristwatch.
"In that case," I say, trying to rise to the occasionand call their bluff, "I'd like to add a couple of items." I walk to the T-shirt rack and pick outthe muscle T that says "LOADING ZONE" and grab a leather cock ring from thedisplay by the register and toss it on top of my stack.
"Get leathered up, stud," says Ron, walking to thefront door and putting the closed sign in the window. "Let's drain those nuts and break in some of that gear."
Angel pulls the chaps and harness from my stack ofpurchases and shoves them at my chest. "You heard the man," he says. "He wants you to fuck your cum into him."
Once I'm all geared up, Ron beckons us through onedoor into a cramped, cluttered office then opens yet another door behind thedesk. "Step in to my fuckden," hesays with an evil smirk.
Angel and I follow him inside. The room's about 15 feet by 15feet. Three of the walls arecovered with an erotic mural of men of different body types and races, somegeared up, some naked, all hot as fuck and all engaged in the act of giving or receivingsemen.
"You finished it," says Angel admiringly.
"Not quite," says Ron. "One more wall left."
"That's you," I say, pointing a hot stud in themiddle of the tangle of men.
"So it is," says Angel who clearly hasn't seen itbefore. "Do I really make thatface when I unload?"
"Oh yeah," says Ron. "It's awesome. Andthe veins in your neck pop out just like that."
I was so distracted by the mural that I didn't seeRon get down on his knees. Beforeyou know it my cock is down his throat. He pulls off it after a few strokes and looks up at me. "I was going to suck you hard butyou're already hard as fuck," says Ron. "So fuck it," he says, unzipping the zipper that goes up his crack andexposing his hot hole, "get it ready for my ass and let's seal this transactionwith a little DNA."
Ron climbs up onto the leather-covered bed and pullshis legs up by his shoulders, exposing his perfect hairy hole to me. "You're not going to last 30 seconds,"taunts Angel.
"I know, I'm probably not," I laugh, squirting someSpunk lube on my cock.
I climb up on the bed and place my throbbing cockheadat Ron's hole.
"Just a second, Randy," says Angel, setting thestopwatch on his wristwatch.
"I'm so horned up, I don't even remember what therules are," I stammer.
"10 percent off per minute you don't blow," says Ron.
"Starting...NOW!" says Angel pushing my ass forward andslamming me into Ron's sweet hole.
"Unnnnnnngh!" groans Ron, taken aback by the sudden invasion. "Oh God. Fuck, you feel good."
"So do you," I say, already feeling a tingle in myballs. "This is going to be harderthan I thought."
"Wait till he starts talking dirty," says Angel. "Thirty seconds."
"I'm really good at it."
I manage to give Ron a few long, solid ass-strokeswithout feeling too much stirring in my gonads. But then Ron looks starts talking. "I know how full your balls are, Randy. Every time you disappeared in thatdressing room, I stole a look through the curtain and watched them bouncingaround, knowing that what was inside them was going to be inside me."
"Oh fuck," I groan. "You're so fucking hot."
"I can't wait to feel you shoot in me," he says,punctuating his words with contractions in his ass muscles. Oh shit, the tingling in my ballsintensifies with each contraction.
"I think you canwait," I say, shifting my hips from side to side so I can go at that hot holefrom differing angles. "The longerI go, the more money you lose...but the more pleasure you get. You want me to last, too, because you'reloving this cock inside you."
"One minute," says Angel.
"Ten...fucking...percent...off!" I say, punctuating eachword with a balls-deep thrust, the last of which nearly costs me the whole ballgame.
"Cum fucker," says Ron.
I freeze right where I am. "Not quite there yet," I say.
"You can stop moving," says Ron, "but you can't pullout for more than a split second. That's the rule."
Holding still seems to curtail my cumming...at leastuntil Ron starts working his ass muscles again. "You can hold perfectly still, Randy. I'm still going to get your load,"growls Ron. "You know it and Iknow it. And wouldn't you ratherbreed me while you were actually fucking than just holding still like a scaredpussy?"
I roll over on my back, keeping Ron impaled on mycock and let him ride me for a while. I normally tend not to come as easily in this position, but I feel likewith a fuckstud like Ron working on my cock, no position is safe. I look up at him as he rides me and seethat gorgeous Marlboro Man face, his sexy scruff flecked with hints of blondeand gray, his suckable nipples poking out of his leather vest. Jesus, he's a fucking fantasy come tolife. "You're the kind of man Iwould see in a magazine and jack off over," I gush. "And we all know I'm going to breed you. It's just a matter of when."
"One minute, thirty seconds," says Angel.
Ron starts really bouncing up and down on my cock,working his ass muscles to try and milk out my load. I close my eyes and try think of things that aren't sexy atall; nuns, car crashes, tax audits, Republicans, but it's no use. He just feels too good. "Look at me, fucker," says Ron. "Open your eyes and look at how goodyou're making me feel."
When I open my eyes, I see Ron is holding his harddick in one hand and the other is pulling a strand of precum from the head ofit with his index finger. Heshoves the finger in my mouth. "Slurp me down, Randy," he commands. I do. It makesa loud slurpy sound as it hits my taste buds. "Fuck, sweet," I say.
"Two minutes," says Angel.
I throw Ron over on his side and spoon him while mycock pistons in and out of his perfect fuckhole. My balls are still churning but I'm able to edge myselfpretty well. I'll make it to 3minutes, at least, I'm sure of it. At least I am until Ron starts talking again.
"I'm going to keep your seed in me the rest of myshift," he says. "And if any of mycustomers make a face, like they smell something, I'll say, `That's Randy'scum. He blew a ton of it up my assduring lunchtime and it's slowly oozing out.' Then I'm going to take my finger to my hole and pull a bigglob of it up to my mouth and eat it, right in front of them."
"Okay, two can play at this talking game," I say tohim, then start rattling off the Pledge of Allegiance, nursery rhymes, anythingI can think of that doesn't make me want to unload my fuckjuice right up thisstud's hole.
"I think we need to shut Randy up," says Angel,before crawling upon the bed and shoving his hard, dripping cock into mysputtering mouth. I want to spitit out and carry on talking but it just tastes too fucking good. Angel's cock fits so well down mythroat. I'm powerless over Angel'scock.
"Three minutes," says Angel.
"All right, I can live with that," I say, pulling offAngel's oozing dick. "I can't waitanymore. I gotta breed this stud'scumhole."
"Fuck yeah," groans Ron. "Do it!"
Angel hops off the bed, and pulls Ron's legs up onhis shoulders, placing his perfect pucker right at the head of my droolingdick.
"Get ready for the cumflood, fucker," I say betweengritted teeth and slide my dick balls deep again. This new position feels better than any of the previousones. I'm going to have to settlefor 30% off because the only way I'd be able to last another minute is if a semi-truckdrove through the room and knocked us apart from each other.
"Come on, Randy," growls Ron. "Fill me up with your stud sperm. I've been craving it all day. Thinking about how good it would feelwhen your cockhead starting expanding in me and those ropes up cum exploded allthe way up my guts."
"Oh God, Ron," I say, my hips taking on a life oftheir own as I pound and pound Ron's perfect ass into the fuck bed, hearing thesexy squeak of the leather with every downstroke.
"Breed me, breed me, breed me," chants Ron, throwinghis head from side to side.
As I feel the cum start to evacuate my balls and raceup my pistoning shaft, the images of all the studs on my mural blasting theirloads flash through my mind like a rapid fire slide show. "I'm cumming, Ron. I'm cumming in your ass. Take...my...breed! Unnnnnngghhh. Unnnngh. Unnngh. Unnnnggh."
I let out a deep groan with every spurt of jizz thatshoots into Ron's guts. It seemsto go on forever.
"That was incredible," I say, collapsing on top ofhim.
"You wereincredible," says Ron.
I pull out of Ron, watching a glob of my hot cum oozeout around my cockhead.
"Thank you," I say to Ron, then look to Angel.
I climb down off the bed, assuming that the party'sover and it's time for Skin2Skin to reopen it's doors. "Randy, you're really forgetting yourmanners," says Angel.
"What?" I say, clueless.
"There are two sets of balls in this room thathaven't unloaded," he explains, "but I guess you're just about you now." Angel laughs but I do feel a bitembarrassed. "Oh, I assumed youhad to open the store back up so we were done," I stammer.
"We can take a little more time," says Ron. "Especially since you barely lastedthree minutes."
"Get on your back and spread that hole, fucker,"Angel says to me.
"Hold on a second," says Ron, running out of theroom. He returns a few minuteslater holding a skimpy pair of royal blue vintage Adidas running shorts.
"Do me a favor. Lose the chaps and put these on," he says, tossing me the shorts. "They belonged to the first guy I wasever with, the guy who got me hooked on breeding. He was a jock in school and lifeguard at the pool in myhometown when I was teenager. Brandon. He was seventeen and I was fifteen. He used to walk around in these all summerand he looked so fucking hot." I strip out of the chaps and start to slip into theshorts. "They're are all cummedup," I say, stroking the crusty fabric.
"At the end of the summer, before he went away tocollege, he jacked off in them and gave them to me," says Ron. "And you're going to add to it whileI'm fucking you," says Ron.
"Hot," I say. "How many loads would you say have been shot in these?" I ask as I feelmy cock harden against the crusty nylon.
"I just found them a couple of weeks ago when I wenthome for a visit," so not that many yet. "Maybe twelve, not quite one a day, plus Brandon's original load. My goal is for there to be hundreds."
I climb up on the bed and Ron grabs my legs andslides me down to the end of the bed so he can pound me standing up. Ron pulls the leg of the flimsyhigh-cut shorts to the side so can get at my hole then slides his 8-incher upand down my crack. Angel squirtslube onto Ron's cock, then onto my ass and then next thing you know, Ron'sinside me.
"Fuck, that feels incredible," I say.
"Good," says Ron before sliding his dick completelyout of my ass and then all the way back in. "Got a big load for you, too. I was in the middle of rubbing one out last night, maybe 20seconds from cumming, when Angel called and said you were coming in today. So I thought, `I'm gonna save my juicefor the newbie,' and I stuck my cock back in my shorts and went to sleep."
"Fuck, yeah," I say, stroking my cock in the shorts.
"You gonna be able to cum again, Randy?" asks Angel. "He wants your load in those shorts."
"I'm already leaking," I say, between groans.
I see Angel disappear from my sightline. Soon enough, I feel his tongue on myass right below where Ron's dick is sliding in and out.
"I wanna taste the tip," says Angel.
Ron pulls his dick from my ass and without missing astroke, slides it down Angel's throat. "Uuummmmm," says Angel. Then it goes back in my ass, then back in Angel's throat, ass, throat,ass throat, without missing a beat for at least a minute. Finally, Ron's dick goes deep and staysdeep and I hear Angel slurping at Ron's ass, the ass I just flooded with myspunk a few minutes ago.
"You tasting my spunk, Angel?" I ask.
"Mmmm-hmmm," he says, between slurps.
"I gonna soup you up soon," says Ron. "But I want you to soak those shorts beforeI cum or at the same time. Youclose?"
"Getting there," I say, jerking my cock against thesexy nylon.
Angel moves on from his ass-to-mouth duty and climbsup on top of me, placing his hole right on my face. God, I love his hole. It's just fucking perfect. I start darting my tongue in and out of his pucker while Ron startspicking up the pace.
"Come on, fucker. You're gonna take my breed," he says, "and you're going to spunkup those shorts for me. I know yougot more cum in you. I know it."
"I wasn't sure at first if I could," I admit, pullingoff Angel's hole for a beat, "but now I know that I'm going to. You're going to fuck it out of me."
"Get used to that idea, Randy," says Angel, strokinghis cock. "There have been timesat Shudder where I was sure I was all cummed out and I ended up shooting likethree more loads. You're going tosurprise yourself."
"Cum for me, fucker," says Ron. "Just imagine the load I'm about toshoot into you is shooting right up your dick and out into those shorts."
"Oh God," I say, feeling my sacs start to churn withthe second cum, which is always more intense than the first. "It's happening. Fuck me, Ron. Give me your fucking cum, stud."
Just then I feel Angel stick is hard dick next tomine in the shorts and start stroking them together. "Oh fuck," he says, "looks like I'm going to be first. Oh fuck, I'm fucking shooting my spunk. Unnngh. Unnngh."
I feel Angel's manload splatter all over my dick andhand inside the shorts. It's hot and thick and chunky and it sends me overright the edge with him. "I'mfucking shooting, too!" I shout, this second orgasm even more intense that whenI bred Ron. "Oh fuck...breed me,Ron...breed it out of me...fuckkkkkkkk!"
"Here it comes, sexy," says Ron, pulling his dicknearly all the way out, so I can feel the first spurt on my asslips, thensliding balls deep to unload the rest of his heavy fuckwad. "Feel that? It's all going inside you. Every...last...fucking... drop! Unghhhh. Unghhhh. Unghhhh!"
Angel falls back on top of me, pressing my faceagainst his heaving back muscles. A few minutes later, the three of us come back to earth. I feel Ron's prick snake out of myass. He pokes it into the shortsand adds the last dribbles of his spunk to mine and Angel's.
"Fuck, man," says Ron, patting my cheeks. "That ass."
"Did I tell you?" laughs Angel.
Holy shit, they've been talking about my ass behindmy back. "Thanks, man," I say,coolly. Damn, I always dreamed ofbeing this kind of fuckstud, who has incredible cum drenched sex withsuperstuds all the fucking time, but I always thought it was just afantasy. Now, thanks to Angel andmy own fucking courage, I'm living it.
As we untangle and start to get dress, I see Angel checkingout a video on his iPhone.
"Did you film some of that?" I ask.
"Just the minute or so when you were breeding Ron,"he says. "We wanted to capturewhat you look like when you're flooding a hot ass."
"For the mural," explains Ron.
I just smile.