THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES Part 8: The Party 4: Fantastic Foursome
By Randy Rawman
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"More...loads..." is the first thing I say when I come back to mysenses about a minute later laying on top of Kenny's sweaty, muscled back.
"You all right, man?" he asks.
"I think I blacked out for a second," I say. "Other than that, never been better."
I look over to the load board and see Lito making ahashmark, his huge cock swinging like a pendulum, a long drop of spunk hangingpast his knees. Then I look downto see my cock is still wedged up Kenny's ass. Good. I love towatch and feel my spent spunkshooter snake out of a cummed up manhole and I'mglad I miss the withdrawal during my mini fuck-coma.
"Don't pull out yet, Randy."
I turn to see Angel, the man responsible for theslutty turn my life has taken. Angel goes in for a hot, wet kiss—I never get tired of those lips--thencrawls under Kenny and positions his gaping mouth under Kenny's freshly-bred fuckhole.
"Now you can pull out," he says.
As I start to withdraw, I see Angel's hungry eyes andgaping mouth on either side of my cummy spent shaft. My cum-caked cockhead squelches out of Kenny's hole bringingwith it a hot, white glob of seed that lands right on Angel's tongue. It's followed a second later by myshiny wet cock, which he takes to the base in one gulp.
Kenny stands and turns to face me while Angel sucksdown the dregs of my load, tasting me and all the men who filled Kenny before me.
"That was so fucking hot," Kenny sighs, his scruffyflushed face an inch away from mine.
"Lito Cruz bred me, right?" I ask, reaching around tofinger my swollen hole. "Rightafter I unloaded in you? Or did Idream that?"
"It fucking happened," says Kenny. "I watched him unload in you in thatmirror right there while your load was seeping into me. It was fucking amazing."
Before Kenny goes to make a mark on the wall for myload, we promise to get together soon to, "hang out and reminisce about ourhigh school days."
"Or we can just swap cum," he suggests.
"I'll take option B," I say.
Angel lets my cock slide out of his mouth then standsup to give me a sloppy warm spermkiss. Then he leads me by the hand to a spunk-spattered fuck bench. We each put one knee up on the benchfor balance then face each other and finger each other's battered cumholes.
"How are you doing?" he says softly.
"This is too fucking much, man," I say. "I've never been into drugs, but I feellike I'm on something, like drunk on cock and ass and flesh and cum and allthese hot fucking men. I knowthere's a world outside this place, where I have a life and a job and responsibilitiesand all that shit, but I don't care about it. I just want this night to go on and on and on."
"It can," says Angel, "and it will. And you'll still have your life andyour responsibilities and everything but you'll also have this life as a fuckinghot barebacker to escape to when you feel the need to do what we were born todo as men with cocks; breed a hungry hole."
"And there are so many hot men in this room--hell, inthis world--and I want to swap spunk with all of them," I say. "Every load I take, every hole I breedjust makes me want more and more and more."
"I knew it," he says. "I could see that in you the moment I met you."
"Fuck, you're wet," I say, when I feel a big glob ofcum drip down my fingers to the floor. "How many loads have you taken so far?"
"Taken four, given three," he says. "How `bout you?"
"I'll tell you later," I say. "Right now, I'm too outof it to think. I know I've takenmore cum than I've given."
"You got more in you?" he asks.
Before I can answer, Hassan, Marcus's Middle-Easternbuddy from before taps me on the shoulder. "You guys look like you're in deep conversation," Hassanteases, his half-hard cock slapping against my thigh. "I thought guys came here to fuck, not talk."
"We're talking about fucking," I say with a smile.
"How `bout you keep on right on talking while I tapthat ass like I wanted to earlier," Hassan proposes.
"I've been kind of raving about it," says Marcussauntering up behind Angel. "AndI've always wanted to tag Angel's hole."
"You've tagged my hole," Angel reminds him. "Not that I'm complaining."
"I've fucked you, yes," clarifies Marcus, "at Ron'sbirthday breed-up but I didn't unload in you because the birthday boy got allthe loads, remember?"
"Oh right," remembers Angel. "It even said that on the invitation. But I remember I wanted cum so bad thatnight. So I got Frank to breed me withoutletting on that he was--even though I could feel every hot jet--and then hecame in Ron a little while later. Luckily, he's a quick rebounder."
Hassan pulls my chin toward him and starts kissing mesoftly on the lips. The slow,sweet pace is a nice change after so much balls-to-the-wall man-pounding. Marcus does the same to Angel. Hassan takes my hand and leads mearound the fuckbench so I'm facing Angel who's being put into position byMarcus. Angel and I smile at eachother—we know what we're in for--then kneel on the bench, face to face,offering up our slick, hungry asses for the taking.
I stare into Angel's eyes as I feel Hassan'sthrobbing cock slide into my ass. Angel's eyes widen right along with mine as Marcus slides into him. As they start to fuck, Hassan andMarcus coordinate their slow, sensuous fuck-rhythms so that everything I'mfeeling, I can see on Angel's face and visa versa.
"They're totally doing a number on us," I say toAngel.
"We can play that game, too," says Angel. He looks up to Hassan behind me.
"My friend Randy's hole is sweet, isn't it, studman?"says Angel. "I know it's sweetbecause I was the first man to go in there bare to breed him. I flooded his guts with a massive loadof sperm. I still remember howgood it felt to shoot my hot ropes right up that perfect hole that had neverbeen seeded before. And once thathappened, everything in Randy's world was different. I unleashed a monster." With that Angel kisses me. "A fuck monster."
"I'm about to unleash a monster, too," taunts Marcus,"right up your sweet hole, Angel...but not yet."
"Marcus, you can try to hold off all you want but ifAngel wants your load, and you know he does, that ass is going to milk it outof you," I say. "I know becauseAngel's the first fucker who let me cum in him bare...but he didn't just let me,he made me with his talented ass. And now he's going to make you, too."
I can see in Angel's eyes that he's starting toreally use those expert ass muscles of his to get Marcus's seed. "He's turning on the milking machine,isn't he?"
"Oh fuck," says Marcus. "That's incredible."
"And your aching balls are pulling up, aren't they?"I ask him.
Marcus just nods, in rhythm with his fuckstrokes.
"Better keep up, fucker," Angel says to Hassan.
"Fine," says Hassan who matches him stroke for strokefor a while but finally gives up and just starts to longdick me as hard as hecan.
"That's it, Hassan," I groan. "I love those long strokes. I love hearing the wet sounds as youslide in and out on the carpet of cum your buddy Marcus blasted up thereearlier. Add to it, fucker. Flood me."
"Do it, fuckers," demands Angel. "What are you waiting for? I see you two at the gym together allthe time, strutting around like you're the hottest fuckstuds going, silentlypromising that if a bottom stud's lucky enough to get that hot, worked out bodypounding into him that he's also gonna get a big, hot, wet load."
"So you guys gonna deliver or what?" I say, as Hassanstarts jackhammering his cock right past my prostate. I fall forward and hold onto Angel's shoulders as Hassanstarts the inevitable build to orgasm.
"Breed us, fuckers!" begs Angel, holding onto myshoulders as Marcus gets ready to spunk him up. "Give us your hot loads!"
I look up and see Marcus nodding frantically atHassan as his orgasm overtakes him. "Get ready for my load," he pants. "Here...it...cummmmmmms!"
I stare deeply into Angel's pleading eyes. "Every drop, Angel," I commandhim. "Take every drop of Marcus'shot load."
"I'm cumming,I'm cumming, oh fuck, take the load, take the load!" barks Marcus, his massivepecs heaving as he unloads in my breeding mentor's hot, insatiable cumhole. "Unnnnnnnngh! Unnnnngh! Yeah, that's it. Unnnngh!"
"Now your turn, Hassan," says Angel, breathless fromthe recent breeding. "My friendRandy needs your load. Look in his eyes. He's living for it. Nothingelse matters to him right now but your hot load of mansperm. Don't let him down. Blast your cum into that perfect ass."
"It's cumming, fucker," Hassan gasps, slapping myhips with his big hands as his cock pistons in and out of me in long slippery fuckstrokes. Hassan is the king of longdicking and Ilove the way it feels, especially with so much manjuice up there already. "You're getting seeded, dude, whetheryou want it or not."
"Oh, he wants it," says Angel.
"I want it," I beg. "Breed me, stud. Knock me up with that hot sperm."
"Aaaaaaaaghhhhhhh!" shouts Hassan, claiming the distinction as my loudestcummer of the night so far. "Aaaagh, aaagh, ughhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuucckkkk,oh fuck oh fuck."
"Soak it all in, Randy," says Angel grabbing my faceand putting his mouth right up to my ear. "Let it seep into you, every microscopic bit of it, make that sperm partof you."
I take Angel's words to heart. I close my eyes and visualize Hassan'shot jets of mancum as they blast into me; one rope hitting one asswall, thenext hitting the other, the third hitting the roof of my ass-tunnel and therest shooting straight ahead in several more strong blasts. "I feel it," I groan. "I feel every pulse. Give it all to me, Hassan, drain thosegiant nuts."
Hassan falls onto my back with a thud. "Best cum tonight," he says aftercatching his breath.
"Thanks, man," I say. "That was even better than I imagined. I knew you were going to be a hot fuckbut those long strokes hit places in me I didn't even know I had."
Angel, Marcus, Hassan and I stand in a circle,caressing each other's shoulders, back and asses and recovering from theheavy-duty mind/assfuck. I likethese guys. I could see the fourof us hanging out outside of here; having meals, working out, catching movies, likedouble-dating except everybody's fucking everybody and no hole is safe.
I glance over Angel's shoulder at the wall ofloads. It's two-thirds covered in hashmarks. I want to take a photo of the wallbefore I leave for my Facebook cover page. To the uniformed viewer, it's just a wall with a bunch of hashmarkson it. But all my Shudder buddieswould know it's all about assloads. I like to imagine my fellow barebackers innocently surfing the web atwork, landing on my page and getting a raging hard-on at the thought of Shudder,then leaving the office and whatever work it is they were supposed to be doing,to get their breed on as soon as possible.
And if I'm in the neighborhood, I'm more than happyto leave my desk to take their seed.