Hello everyone!! I know I have been gone, i have explained it but I wanted to share some of the things I got commissioned, this first piece was commissioned, Hope you all enjoy, there is a sequel as well!
I wasnât always like this, a big, beefy, hunky, smelly, hairy, hot, sexyâŠ. I wasnât always this meathead okay. Fuck iâve been getting so distracted lately, like my brain canât focus, like my thoughts were going through molasses. Ever since I met HIM I havenât been ME.
It all started last week, I was how Iâm supposed to be your, normal average TWIG- no donât interrupt me, lean nerd. My hair was chocolate brown, the sides cut short and the top long and wavy, resting on the side of my face. My skin was pale because I HATED leaving my dorm room, the outside sun and my allergies didnât agree with me so it left me to my hobbies indoors, reading, writing and playing TTRPGS online with my friends LOSER, LAME, BORi- SHUT UP.
Sorry about that the voice in my head, the loud, horny, gay as fuck jock wonât leave me alone.Â
As I was saying I was your typical nerdy Geology student. I was lean, maybe a lil paunchy because of the freshmen 15 and my lack of willpower to maintain my body but I was having the most fun and freedom of my life. I kept myself shaved smooth and my body so clean any girl could eat off it. Just like the room I lived in, more spotless then probably your favorite restaurant. The campus messed up with the living arrangements so I had a single dorm to myself, which meant I could keep myself, my space and my life tidy just the way I liked it. The RA was decent and I was even talking to this cute girl in my geology program, Anna. Life made sense and I didnt care what anyone else thought for once.
That is until BRAD moved in, Brad was this stereotypical dumb football Jock. Apparently the university was experiencing some room shortages (shocker the place that mismanaged rooms at the start of the semester would do it AGAIN) and since I had space they sent me an email to EXPECT another roommate in a week. They sent me some details like his name, his contact info but besides that I was going in blind.
Man do I wish I lost my sense of smell instead. When Brad opened the door I smelled him before I saw him. It was like a fog of filth rolled into my room. Hours of sweat and musk swept into the room, causing my eyes to water and my throat to choke. As he stepped in the lingering scent of sex and cum wafted off him. He smelled like if a football practice was in a porno and my worst nightmare was having sex.
His footsteps loud on the tile floor as he made his way in carrying two duffle bags of poorly packed dirty clothes. His arms tensed and flexed, his biceps bulging out like mountains, his shoulders wide and beautiful with a loose tankâs straps draped across them slightly covering the pillow pecs that rested underneath. His neck was thick and corded with muscles as facial hair rested against his adams apple slowly growing up into a beautiful beard that framed plump lips. His nose and cheek bones were strong and chiseled like a statue as his brow bone loomed over his eyes giving him this fuck boy/frat jock look that probably drove sorority girls wild.
 His shirt rode up exposing abs that looked like the cobbled streets of rome, his hips were graced with cum gutters and a treasure trail that made your eyes look down at his 3 inch inseam shorts that left little to the imagination. My own straight eyes couldn't help but look at the monster bulge that was begging to be set free. His thighs stretched everything to the limit as his calves shaped like perfect diamonds carried him to the empty bed next to me.
âYo, you're my new roomy now sick!â Brad said dropping his bags on the floor, the clothes immediately spilling out as the zipper wasnât fully done. My jaw basically hit the floor as my ideal life was eviscerated in seconds as fear for what the next year would basically be. If only I had known just how AWESOME- no terrible it would actually be.
The musk was strong especially when, he heard no response and IMMEDIATELY went up to hug me, my stunned body and weak form stood no chance of escape or defense as he picked me up with ease, his sweaty masculine HOT- no, manly physique picked me up like I weighed nothing. My face buried in his pecs, his body hair tickling my nose as his cleavage suffocated me.
âSorry, what did you say?â he asks, putting me down, my face covered in his sweat. I try to just shake it off, mentally I was thrown off as I struggled to come up with some sort of thought. I hadnât said anything right?
âitâs..Its not important, the names Christopher, Brad right?â I say holding out my much smaller hand. This meathead immediately grabs it. âThat's right Bro look at you catching on!â he says, not mockingly I think just as a statement. From his GORGEOUS- STOP IT ALREADY I'M TELLING THIS STORY IF I'M TRAPPED IN HERE- as I was saying from his face all i could see was dumb innocence as he immediately picked up his bags dropping more clothes onto the floor. This semester wouldnât end I thought
âHey Brad, I know you just got here but do you mind we talk about some ground rules for the dormâ I say, sitting on my bed watching him, each movement he makes a flex.Â
âYeah dude, as long as you're chill with me putting my shit away as we do.â he says nonchalantly, he empties out the contents of one bag completely, the smell of dirty socks and underwear filling the air, eyes starting to water.
âYeah that's no problem..i..i actually wanted to start with talking about expectations and keeping the dorm clean is first.â I was hoping to just get this out of the way, it would be less awkward, and heâd know where Iâd stand.
âOh Bro I totally get it!â he says literally making a mess by shoving some of his pants balled up into his dresser, his bed already unmade.
âWell I just want to make sure we have a standard, the floor stays clean, beds made and its easy for me to focus on my studies.â I say trying to make sure he understands me. His muscles were insane as he put clothes away, each movement felt like a flex, like he was showing off for me but he couldnât be. My eyes didn't want to leave his muscular back but as he turned to face me, his perfectly framed lips curled in a smile.
âI gotchu BRO no need to worry.â The way he says bro bouncing around in my head. Like there was more emphasis and weight to it. Its like the back of my head is tingling, a warm energy filling me to my core as I listen, before shaking my head. Brad was holding a crumpled up thing of underwear in his hand, the smell obnoxious but what really took me out was the way his arms were at his sides, almost crossed across his torso, making the pillowey pecs rest and jut out. It made me feel insecure looking at this adonis, his body built to make womenâs mouth water theres no way I could bring a girl back here.
âDo you like games Bro?â He asks attention going back to his stuff.
âYeah I mean I like Dungeons and Dragons, Magic The gathering, Yu-gi-oh is pretty fun..â He interrupts me.
âNah i mean like video games, fifa, COD, Rivals, league?â He asks me, moving over to my bed sitting down at the head of it. Folding something.
âI, i donât really play many I guess.â I say rubbing the back of my head, he was probably covering my bed in his smell.
âWhat bro really?! That's crazy, well I know what we're doing as soon as my pc gets here bro!â he says slamming his hands down on my bed, unbeknownst to me sliding a dirty jockstrap underneath my pillow. His face filled with excitement and joy, god Iâd have to make sure he didnât get in the way of me and Anna.
âOh..uh okay good yeah! Iâm down for that. Just uh one other thing about the dorm.â I say looking down, my head was starting to feel fogged up.
âYeah bro? What is it?â He says leaning forward making eye contact with me.
âTo make sure theres no big distractions are you good with not bringing any girls over, my coursework is super heavy and im fine with notice I just want to make sure that-â
âWoah Chris, breathe, you ainât gotta worry about me bringing any chicks over!â Listening to him I took a big inhale, my vision getting hazy as I nod my head, jaw going slack. I didnât even care that he called me Chris, I hated when people called me Chris. I canât help but let out a sigh of relief. Okay, that was one problem I wouldn't have to worry about. I didnât question why, my head fully fogged up, mind running slow, I just felt like I could trust him.
âGreat bro.. I mean Brad, Iâll let you finish up*yawn* Iâm gonna sleep.â I say motioning him to get up. He raises off the bed as I get settled, not changing into my pajamas like I always do. My limbs feel heavy, mind so tired and my shirt is sticking to me as I see my bro Brad stand in front of me. Ass right in my face and all I can think is damn heâs ho-
That morning was the worst I had had in a long time, my head hurt, I had missed my alarm. This meant I couldnât shower and the room was a mess, clothes were still on the floor and that adonis of a man was fast asleep. I hadn't even changed, I was filthy and smelt like a locker room as I raced to my lecture, my feet moving faster than I was used to, I assumed it was the adrenaline, not realizing with each slap of my shoes bottom my legs stretch slightly. Foot getting meatier, longer, wider with each step, pushing it to its limits. I barely made it to my lecture before the doors were permanently closed. The eyes of my peers on me.
Everything my professor said was like water off a duck's back. I couldnât take anything in. Every time I thought I was getting a grip on something, taking a deep breath, its like a fog rolled through my mind, setting me back to square one. I still smelled like Brad from last night. The sweat, musk and grime sticking to me like glue, god I wish my lecture would do that. Before class was even over I could tell my classmates had moved away from me, recoiling from the scent, even Anna seemed to turn her nose up at the scent.
I had tried to answer a question at some point, our professor opening up the floor to us in discussion. Basic geology fundamental question about how the different rock formation types interact within environments exposed to new catalysts or something. But I fumbled my words, my mouth feeling dry, voice cracking like I was going through puberty. It made me want to shrink in on myself, adjusting in my seat as NOTHING felt comfortable.
Even my clothes felt off, laying on my skin weird, I kept pulling my shirt and adjusting my pants. I was only saved when the class was dismissed, Anna hanging back to walk with me, her face looked sick.
âChristopher are youâŠare you okay?â She asks, her beautiful face was crested with worry as she looked me up and down. I was the most disheveled Iâd ever been.
âNo, no..not really you know that new roommate I was getting?â I ask her, trying to be vulnerable, when did Anna get so much shorter. I canât help but think that as I looked her up and down it's like she was at my chin now instead of my forehead. I wanted to question it but as soon as my mouth open a burp came out of nowhere. I can tell Anna wants to help me but it was just so gross.Â
ây..ye..Yeah Brad right, you said on paper the guy was a total douche and you were like dreading it?â She asks waving her hand in her face, like she was wafting off some terrible smell. For some reason that motion alone had given me the ick, sure I didnât smell great but that was just being a man. Wait where had that thought come from.
âYeah, well he was like that as soon as he walked in the door, full muscle headed jock carrying his dirty laundry right to our floor.â I say waving my arms, raising them and exposing my now slightly hairy pit. That seemed to make Annaâs face worse, I could see her hold her nose, whatever attracted me to her fighting to hold onto the idea she was perfect. Because if she was perfect sheâd admire this smell, sheâd realize all the hard work that made that smell, how the grind never stops for them gains. What the fuck am i thinking I donât work out, thi..this is from Brad.
âGod that sounds awful, is that why you were late this morning?â She asks, getting further away. God she was so annoyingÂ
âYeah, I guess that was him too.â I say getting uninterested in her, why was I even talking about my bro- I mean Brad with her.
âWell If he is causing issues you can always bring it up to student housing, I'm sure theyâll at least hear you out!â She says trying to sound hopeful for me, like if brad went away I would snap right back, I took a deep breath. I DIDNT WANT THAT. I couldnât tell why I thought that, I did want him gone.
âThanks Anna, I gotta go and try to clean up, iâll talk with you later.â She nods, waving off, I still have to give her credit though. She might be annoying but damn was she hot. Maybe I didnât want a relationship anymore but I wouldn't mind bangin- Fuck what's gotten into me.
Getting to the dorm felt worse then sitting in that lecture. My clothes felt tighter, every step felt faster, and sweat was dripping off my face and running down my neck. I tried wiping it, feeling stubble graze my hand as I did. 5â o clock shadow but I donât- fuck the smell was so strong.Â
I got to the dorm fast, not saying hi to anyone I needed to get clean, my shirt stuck to my broader chest, my sleeves were stuck halfway down my forearms and my pants were cutting the circulation off at my thighs. When I opened the door I expected the mess, hell i expected the dumb jock on the bed. Just not a a GORGEOUS, LITHE HAIRLESS TWINK, bouncing up and down on his cock. Riding him like his life depended on it. His face buried into Brads chest as he stifled his own moans.
I wanted to say something, this, this was disgusting. The way that fucking twink arched his back as his hips gyrated. The way his ass bounced when Brad would thrust up to meet them. His whining grew stronger as Brad brought his meaty hands to hold the twinks face telling him he wanted to hear it. To hear how good he was making him feel. The twink threw his head back, eyes rolling, his curly brown hair bouncing with each thrust. This guy was losing his mind, his tongue hanging out as he groped Brad's Chest like they were handle bars to hold onto, their sweat mixing together, both men COVERED in it. His moans were insane as his eyes glazed over from pleasure, mouth opening wide as he begged for more. Brads face got hit with creamy fluid as the twink came his brains out.
God the smell was intoxicating I couldnât help but breathe it in even if I felt like I wanted to vomit. Brad Manhandled him, switching their position till the twink was on his back, brads ass fully exposed to me. Covered in hairs, his meaty cheeks clapping with each thrust. He flexed so hard, pulling up both arms into a double bicep pose telling this fucked stupid man to worship him. The scent of sex, men and just everything washed over me, before I knew it my own vision was fogging up.Â
The last thing I saw before I hit the ground was Brad Cumming inside his boytoy, leaving both parties satisfied.
My dreams were filled with Brad Stroking a massive cock, at least ten inches long. His underwear, a bright red jockstrap down to his knees as he moved his hands up and down his Pre soaked cock. I felt my heart race as he got quicker, his words deep and loud bouncing around my head. You like this slut, you want it, give in worship a real man. Crawl over on your knees and burry your head into his crotch. Real men worship cocks. Real men submit to musk, real men deserve pleasure and muscle. BE A REAL MAN!
When I woke up I was still on the floor, Brad was lounging in just his red jockstrap like nothing had happened. The room was hotter then hell and we were both sweating up a storm. I felt my clothes fully stick to my skin, tight and unwelcoming to any sudden movements. Its like the fog that rolled in last night had fully settled, my brain conflicted confused and my TINY four incher was hard as a rock. Brad was scrolling through his phone when I managed to get onto my feet âSup Bro sorry you walked in on thatâ he said nodding his head like I hadnât just seen him get some primo bussy..wha..like the stud he was.
âWhats sup dude is that I literally just walked in to see you fucking some twink when I told youâŠ.â I'm immediately interrupted by him dropping his phone and staring at me. God the way that the red jockstrap just hugged his bulge was insane, my eyes didnât want to leave it. The thought that that was just inside a guy made me want to hurl but my dream just then made my heart race faster then any chick ever had. My mouth watering, my jaw just a little slack.
âGod Chris are you going to make it weird? You literally just said no chicks.â Brad says, in such a dismissive, douchebag way. Such a MANLY WAY. Heâs such a real man he deserves pleasure. I almost lean into his voice, almost fall further under his spell, but there it was again. CHRIS, god I hate when people called me that, i shook my head.
âBro donât call me that, I hate when people call me Chris, it's Christopher and second..â he raises his arms behind his head exposing his armpits, His face taking on an amused grin. It's distracting butâŠbut I need to say it Bro. â Second You canât be fuckin dudes in here either.â
âFine Chris, i'll text you when i bring em over so you donât barge inâ He says almost conceding but even just the idea of some twink riding his cock makes me nauseous BRO. And he did it again, he called me Chris.
âNah bro, you canât be doin any of that gay shit in hereâ I say, venom leaking out of my voice. My friends had told me in the past that this was one of my biggest flaws. My homophobic beliefs, I always laughed it off, said I was always just hamminâ it up but really I meant it. I couldnât stand fa- gay people.
âWhat did you just say to me Chris?!â he gets fully up and in my face, his body almost pressed against mine trying to get me to back down. He over-emphasizes my nam- I mean my nickname for some reason, only my friends called me that. Which he wasnât, he was just going to keep calling me it, it was more important to tell my Bro the law of this dorm room then tell him off.Â
âYou heard me, I don't want you shoving any of this gay shit in my face anymore!â I say standing tall. Yesterday I could have swore he lumbered over me, his hulking figure to my short self. Where before I was barely eye level with his chest I was up to his chin now, almost able to lay one on those kissable lips. I should have been nervous or questioned how I went from 5â6 to 5â10 but all I could feel was the fog and a heightened level of testosterone fueling my aggression.
âTake it back Chris, take it back right now!â For a second I could have sworn I saw bros eyes light up green, like some flicker of ancient eldritch power. But I was too caught up in his SEXY pheromones and musk to care. He had crossed to many lines in one day.
âNo i wonât take it back you fuckin meat headed muscle queer freak. You have been nothing but disrespectful since you got here and now you're rubbing your sexuality in my face. I cant wait to fucking contact our GA and get you out of here!â I rant and ramble, finally speaking my mind. My mouth forming the cockiest, angriest smirk it's ever done as I feel pure relief.
Brad doesnât immediately say anything, the room somehow grows darker, my spine feels not a chill but pure heat. Like a fire was set straight down my back. My clothes, the t-shirt and jeans I wore wet from sweat and clinging to my bigger body for dear life begin to stretch, the sound of fabric straining as Brad lets out a dull cold hearted laugh, his eyes dark.
âWell CHRIS, how bout I shove something in your face for real!â His voice brays as he brings his arm up before clamping it down on my face. His armpit acting like a black hole, my face landing perfectly underneath his musk immediately suffocating me in his pure man scent before everything WHITED OUT. I could no longer think ahead, hell I could no longer think. Broâs scent was everything, and his godly sweat was marking me, seeping into my face and right to my brain. The dream flashing through my mind, Bros beautiful masculine body, his glorious cock and OH GOD THE WAY HE WAS FUCKING DESTROYING THAT TWINk. My mind and mouth both watering as the changes seeped into me. I felt myself nuzzle into Broâs pits, sniffing, licking and worshipping them, the feel of his sweat and hair on my face making me feel so good. Moaning against the most divine scent I could imagine
The Musk wafted around me and traveled down my body, like a thick miasma of magic it removed my clothes turning the fabric into fog feeding brad, my lanky, lithe body of full display cramped against a MUSCLE GOD. BEGGING for his attention and admiration as I should. I felt the Sweat and GRIME seep deeper into my pores, my brow bone extending further giving me a more masculine look, my nose growing longer and wider giving me stronger features. My hair absorbing his sweat getting greased back tilla shell of a backwards cap magically appeared sealing my fate before I even knew it.Â
It felt so right being underneath BRO and all I had to do was lis- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
Brad was steady, keeping his heavy arm clamped down on my head. All these stray thoughts running rampant, the urge, no, need to LISTEN to him beating in my head as I realize all the weird thoughts, and changes that have happened to me in the last twenty four hours. The height, sweat, clothes being tighter, smelling worse and hating Anna, everything I pushed to the side and dismissed were him, as he revealed to me the truth.
âI tried so hard Bro, I wanted a real friend and I could tell you needed that too BRO, but you had to ruin it. I was too nice calling you CHRIS bro. Letting the change be simple and easy for you without takin too much. I canât let some homophobic piece of shit have this gift, nah you canât be CHRIS, YOUâRE OBVIOUSLY TOPHER!â His voice angry, sad and manic all at one as his other hand moves to the back of my head pushing me deeper into his MUSK. I panic trying to pull back but BRO is so much STRONGER AND HOTTER THAN ME, moan and groan against his pit inevitably still WORSHIPPING IT as I feel the words he emphasizes PULSE through me.
His hand moves down my neck, sending a shock through my system, my moans and groans come out strangled, and deeper as I feel that same PULSE wrap around my neck, this feeling of it widening as my adam apple grows bigger pushing against my vocal chords forever deepening my voice. My jaw feels stronger as it's chiseled away to match the neck Iâm given. âThatâs it TOPHER, Just give in to me, you're such a GOOD BOY TOPHER. You're gonna be my BRO and weâre gonna have so much fun TOPHER!â He says each use of BRO, TOPHER, and GOODBOY raking against my mind, scraping away parts of me and fueling this pulsing warmth inside of me. He releases me from his pit, both hands resting against my shoulders and it feels like the weight of my own existence has been put right on top of me. I feel my skin sizzle as it tans starting at my neck, and then my shoulders broaden becoming more masculine in size and better for holding muscles on my frame. It sends this thril of eroticism, of things to come as he teasingly starts moving them lower down my back.
I look at him,eyes pleading as I search for the words. âPlease Bro, st..sto..stop whatever this is I promise Im sorry, please IâmâŠ.im not CHRISTOPHER- I mean iâm not Topher please. Iâm notâ My name jumps out of my mouth, my lips plumping as it does leaving me forever, erasing itself from my mind and clearing a better path for my BRO.Â
âYou're not what TOPHER? What did you say I was? A MEATHEADED MUSCLE QUEER FREAK?! I think that's EXACTLY WHO TOPHER IS!!â He rushes his hands to my chest and I feel it, that same feeling from being trapped in his pit. My vision goes white and I let out this howling moan. Arching my back as my eyes roll back, his hands diving deeper than they should, flesh, muscle and the perfect amount of fat. It was heaven, it was orgasmic but it was also EDGING. My cock wanted to burst but something was stopping me as I tried to hump BRO. I couldn't stop myself. It felt like Brad was frying my brain through pleasure as he played with and sculpted these new muscle tits. Tweaking my nipples, growing them and making them more sensitive.
âPlease Brad, please I just lemme cu-â Brad stops and grabs the jockstrap from underneath my pillow. âShut the fuck up donât you get tired of your voice. Just listen like the DUMBASS you are TOPHER!â He shoves the dirty smelly jockstrap into my mouth as he says it. The word dumbass ringing in my head as the backwards cap squeezes it in tandem with the pulses now shrinking my brain, the excess thoughts and ideas flowing down to my balls as BRAD resumes feeling me up and sculpting me. My back slowly becomes this tan corded muscle masterpiece as his magic spreads.
He moves to my arms this time making me flex them in a douchey HOT Double bicep pose. Each grave of his fingers, each press of his palm I feel this heat build in my body, as my bones are strengthened, my muscles BULGING and skin glowing in a beautiful tan. Till his hands travel inwards and dig into my pit, rubbing in a new stench MUSK that would be mine. Forever linking me to him and INFLUENCING all my decisions.
It Took a second for the foul DELICIOUS taste of the jock to settle in my mouth. I had foolishly tried to push it out with my tongue but each lick, each graze gave me a new flavor of man to savor. Each gulp of his sweat, precum, and cum stains drove my mind mad as I started to crave that taste. I couldnât stop myself from internally begging for more as I begged for it to stop.
He moves his hands down my torso, each glance against my skin tightens my core, as he slides them down it leaves behind a cobblestone road of abs. Popping up like slabs of perfection All the while whispering my name in my ear over and over again. Topher, Topher, Topher, Topher, god I could listen to him whisper my name in my ear any day. He says it with so much lust and love I want to crea- ITS HAPPENING AGAIN, him saying my name helps him change me.
His hands make a clear v line down before releasing and taking a look at me. âDamn I gave you some Sexy Cum Gutters Topher.â he says walking around me, investigating his work as I helplessly pose for him losing my balance. âBut donât want you looking like a Dorito do we, gotta finish up Babeâ he says lovingly teasing my inner thigh. Making them explode rapidly before he moves behind me and slaps me right on the ass. It happens again. That earth shattering feeling as my cheeks Jiggle before he gropes them. My eyes are rolling again as I helplessly beg for him to let me cum. My lips opened wide in shock as he does it again, spanking me. It happens again and again, HARD SPANKS to sensual groping as he creates a perfectly fuckable DUMPTRUCK of an ass that everyone would stare at.
Each time I'm begging to cum as he laughs, egging me on. âGod your eyes are crossed BRO, look how the mighty have fallen, just a bit more!â he says massaging my cheeks one last time before his fingers slip between the crack and teases my hole, sending a massive pulse through me that makes my knees buckle. It shouldnât even budge, no less open easy but the magic coating both of us now lets him tamper, and tease around my hoile before a finger slips in. im gasping for breaths as memories of girls I dated, crushes I had, feelings I bottled up are all erased. Whiting out again, and again as new pleasure centers are added to me.
A new need is demanded by my body, as one of Bradâs Massive, Gorgeous, Amazing hand makes me crave my hole being played with, as the other traces my thighs making them thunder thighs in seconds. His fingers tease and toy with me like I was just an instrument and he was a trained professional. My whimpering increases as he gets a second finger in while his other hand matches that tempo and carves my calves into perfect diamonds and he manages to get a third final finger into my CAVERNOUS, STARVING HOLE as his hand touches my feet. They explode becoming size 14 triple e wides.
âAlmost there Bro any last wordsâ He says destroying my world by removing his fingers. He pulls the jock out of my whining mouth, the need is so strong. My pathetic Dicklet is leaking so much precum, my mind is fried and I miss his fingers and the taste of his Dirty Jock.
âPlease stop thi- BRO DONT STOP THIS, PLEASE I NEEDâŠNEED..NEED to Cum Please..â he interupts my conflicted begging, his hand wrapping around my dick with ease swallowing it whole. He shushes me and tells me it's almost over as he easily glides his hand along my precum covered cock. The first stroke up feels like Iâm getting harder. My cock raging and growing, as he slides it down it only continues the feeling. It goes from four to five in that brief moment as he gets to the root. Heâs whispering in my ear how he likes his boys hairy, fur crops up around my chest, fills in my pits and covers my crotch.Â
His hand moves up again six inches. Down now my balls are sloshing with cum. Up were at seven heâs telling me how pretty I am, how cute Iâll look begging for his loads. Down Iâm telling him heâs the hottest man in the world because it's true. Up now were at eight, no nine, I can't count all I feel is him slamming his hand all the way down again and nothing else matters. Its just Up, and down, Up and Down, UP, DOWN, UP ANd Down and now were at twelve inches and he tells me to say please and all i can do is fuck his hand over and over again pleading and begging as his other hand snaps and
Load after load shooting out. Every Memory, Every straight thought, higher thought or idea of who Christopher was unloading out of his balls as Topher takes over moaning and fucking his boyfriend Bradâs hand. No need to replace those memories, after all with Topher being a meatheaded dumb muscle queer freak he didnât have the brain power to really remember that.
It was five loads before he was done and just stared at Brad who smiled and asked the him the only question he COULD answer now âWant to serve my Cock now Babe?â
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And that was one of the commission pieces I've done if anyone wants anything similar feel free to dm me I am currently taking coms and I do try to be accommodating to budgets <3