#he-mask

[yisony07]

Ready to Shoot

Based on an idea by @magnadefendor.

Thanks to @maskgreenface94 for the masked edited pic.

Life for him was interesting, like an expression of how hedonistic human nature can be. Known as Mark Overgood, he made adult videos and was highly admired, receiving tons of hot and horny messages on all his social media accounts. He liked reading them, and often got hard afterward. Mark liked his lifestyle: meeting hot men, having sex in all kinds of ways, and getting paid for it. What more could he ask for?

In fact, that same afternoon, he was setting up a set in his house because he would have a big shoot with a friend he knew from the media that night, in just a couple of hours. Mark lived alone in his apartment, and there was a room he used specifically for filming. He was there now, adjusting more lights so everything would be clear.

"Done," he said, his soft, masculine voice, satisfied with how everything had turned out.

Then, he heard a loud knock on the door, and he couldn't help but jump.

“Who could it be?” he wondered, and looked at his watch. His partner had probably arrived earlier than usual or it was someone from the production company, since Mark wasn't expecting anyone until later.

Anyway, he left the set and went to the door.

Mark opened the door and found no one there. He looked around, down the hallway, and he was just as desolate, from his door to the elevator. It was a strange situation: Had he hallucinated the knock?

“No, your senses are more than fine, Mark… they're over good,” he joked and chuckled. He dismissed the idea that anyone was there, but as he was turning around, he looked down and found a small box on the carpet.

“Huh? Who left this package here?” he asked, picking up the box, “and without even saying hello?”

Mark carried the box inside and, after closing the door, noticed a letter taped to the package that read: “To Mark O. G.*

Mark placed the package on the nearest table and opened the letter addressed to him. The text was short, with rather questionable handwriting, but legible nonetheless:

“This is a special gift for the greatest porn star in the world. It will bring you your desires when you wear it, trust me! I hope you'll enjoy it ❤️” – Anonymous.

“Aww, thanks, why so shy, anonymous person?” Mark said with a hint of excitement and went to the box to open it, not noticing her smile. However, when he did, he pulled out an old, green wooden mask with three holes that gave the illusion of an expressionless face.

His smile vanished in seconds. “Wow… Why would that anonymous give me this?” Mark asked as he examined it. “It looks really strange.”

He walked to the set with the mask in hand, and when he arrived, he threw it on one of the seats and continued fine-tuning the details to make the room perfect.

"Well... It seems the only thing left to fix is ​​myself..." Mark said, reaching up to sniff his armpit. "Airsh... I should take a bath, although I know someone who would love to..." he added, licking his lips.

But despite this, he went to take a shower. Mark didn't know how long it had taken, but the sky had already turned violet by the time he emerged, dressed in a tank top and shorts, an outfit that highlighted his hairy, toned body, the star of so many scenes in which he showed off his skills.

He returned to the set and didn't notice anything else to fix. Mark was about to leave when he saw the mask he had left on the seat. Since he had nothing else to do, he walked over and picked it up.

“My greatest desires, huh?” A mocking chuckle escaped his lips. “I doubt it…”

Even so, and more to kill time, he approached the nearest mirror with the mask in his hand and, naively, placed it on his face…

“What the…?!” he exclaimed, pulling the mask away from his face as quickly as he could. He was stunned, still trying to regulate his breathing. Mark wasn't sure what had happened… Had the mask tried to suck his face in?

Mark looked back at the mask and noticed a faint green glow running across the wooden surface.

That glow seemed to dazzle him, as his dark eyes turned green for a moment, and he stared at the mask, as if it were the only thing that mattered. Any thoughts of getting away from it seemed to vanish. A shiver ran down his spine, reaching his pants and crotch, which seemed increasingly uncomfortable due to the lack of space.

Mark then brought the mask closer and closer to his face, until...

SMACK!!

Once the wood of the mask made contact with his skin, it clung to his face and began to stretch and extend like a living mass, growing tentacles to cover his head.

Slowly, the mask's tentacles covered his ears, his long, silky hair, and soon his entire head. Mark tried in vain to remove the mask, but it slipped through his fingers, and he only managed to make scratches, which shone green.

The mask pressed ever tighter against his skull, trying to fit as closely as possible to his facial features. Mark felt the pain and grabbed his head, thrashing and screaming to try to relieve the sensation. But then, the mask's grip became more bearable, less painful, more... arousing. His moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure, and heat filled his entire body, so he let go of the mask, let himself be carried away by the pleasure, and moved one of his hands to his chest and abs, and the other to his throbbing cock, beginning to rub it.

Then, the mask jerked from left to right, and Mark spun into a small twister. As he spun, he let out several moans that the noise of the wind couldn't drown out.

In seconds, the twister spun around the room until it stopped, revealing a burly figure with a green face and a killer body. He approached the mirror and, with a mischievous smile, exclaimed:

“OH YEAH, I LOOK SMOKIN’N’FRESH…!”

At that moment, the masked man heard the doorbell ring.

“NOW IT'S TIME FOR ME TO DO THAT SHOOT WITH MY ‘SEX’ PARTNER.”

He began to spin like a tornado, went to the door, sucked in his partner and the rest of the team, and carried them to the creature he had prepared. When he stopped, he was already naked, his big throbbing cock pointing toward his partner in bed.

“IT'S SHOWTIME, BABY… ACTION!!”

The End.

[yisony07]

Study Techniques

Thanks to @bigheadtf for the masked pic.

It was amazing how fast Harry was able to type. In fact, he wasn't even aware of it. He was too focused on finishing his report to notice such minor details as his writing speed, the half-empty cup of coffee next to him that had a fly in it, or the stack of books that threatened to fall off his desk.

The only thing on his mind was finishing that project. Sure, the assignment was due in a week, but Harry was the kind of student, a rare one for sure, who got his assignments done as quickly as possible. Once he finished that assignment, he wouldn't have anything else to worry about…

“Come on, you son of a bitch! It's not that hard!” a voice shouted.

Except, perhaps, for his husband, Kevin.

Harry ignored him and continued writing his report. It was an assignment on Maxwell's equations, which combined electricity with magnetism. As a Physics student, Harry wanted to learn as much as he could about the course, and with it being such an interesting subject, he didn't waste the opportunity to read and write down everything he could that he considered relevant.

“Not like that, you idiot…! Gosh…” Kevin shouted.

Harry let out a groan, but he didn't get distracted. He was almost done. He just had to write down a few theoretical considerations regarding the last review question. After a few seconds, he typed the last words of his report.

“This is how it’s done, you moron!” Kevin shouted.

Fed up, Harry pressed Enter to submit the paper. He got up from his chair and walked into the living room, where his partner Kevin was playing video games.

“That’s it… Come on… Holy crap! Take that, you bastards!”

“Don’t you have to study for your test tomorrow?” Harry asked from the doorway but immediately realized that Kevin wasn’t listening, so he walked over to the television, blocking the redhead’s gaze.

“Babe! Please!! I was on a winning streak!” Kevin said, pausing the video game and looking at his partner with some but slight annoyance.

“You, young man, have an exam tomorrow and you must study… don’t you?” Kevin asked, crossing his arms, without moving away from the television.

“I can study later…”

“You’ve been saying that for three days now, and I don’t want you to do badly later and complain that you didn’t have time when clearly you’re not making the most of the time you have…”

“It’s just that it’s a Physics exam, and I’m not exactly good at it…”

“Although you have a husband who has some knowledge in those subjects and would be happy to help you…” Harry replied, arching an eyebrow. “Come on, it’s only eight in the morning, we have all day to get you ready.”

Kevin looked at his husband for a moment.

“Okay, let me finish this level, okay?” he asked, resigned. “But tomorrow after the exam we’re going to play all night…”

“Okay,” Harry replied, rolling his eyes, but with a small smile. He moved away from the television, sat next to Kevin, and kissed his cheek.

Later, the couple was sitting at the desk. Harry was sitting slightly in Kevin's direction, while Kevin was doing an exercise his husband had suggested.

“Done… Check if it's okay,” Kevin said as he handed the notebook over to him.

Harry glanced at it and shook his head.

“You're getting better, but it still came out wrong… the analysis of the forces is a bit wrong, because in this case there is no friction force to counteract the electromagnetic interaction, and in the calculations, you put the signs wrong, so the result is incorrect,” he explained slowly, as if that lessened the effect of his words while pointing out the errors with a pencil.

Kevin let out a heavy sigh and stood up frustrated.

“This is the umpteenth time and I still can't do it!” Kevin said and pushed away from the table, turning his back to Harry. “What's the point of continuing? “I’m not going to make it…”

“Don’t give up so easily,” Harry said sweetly as he stood up, hugged Kevin from behind, and planted a kiss on his neck. “How about we take a break first? We can eat instead.”

“It won’t do any good,” Kevin replied, though he let himself be carried away by his husband’s pampering. “I’m not as good at Physics as you… I guess I’ll have to repeat the subject.”

“We can try one more time…”

“No, Harry…” Kevin said and pulled away from Harry. “I’m not going to make it… You know what? I’m going to lie down for a while…”

“Aren’t you going to cook?”

“I’m not in the mood for it… order something, maybe some pizzas, it might cheer me up a bit,” he said and walked away.

Harry stared at him for a while before sighing, defeated, and called for food. He then went into the bedroom, where he found Kevin lying down checking his phone. Harry laid down next to him and tried to pet him.

“Regardless of how you do on the test, I’ll be here for you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah… thanks,” Kevin told him, and at that moment he turned around to kiss Harry on the mouth.

At that moment, they both heard the doorbell.

“Wow! That was quick…” Harry said. Kevin was about to get up but Harry stopped him. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” He kissed him on the cheek and stood up to the door.

When he opened it, he found it strange that there was no one there. Looking down, Harry saw two boxes, one larger than the other. The small box was wrapped in a bag, and on top of it were some soda cans. Harry thought it was a somewhat irresponsible way to make a delivery, but ignored it. Then, he noticed the other box, from an unknown sender but addressed to them, so he picked them both up, closing the door as soon as he entered.

Harry left the pizza on the table and carried the other box to the bedroom, where he saw Kevin sleeping peacefully. Harry couldn't help but be touched.

“Even sleeping, he looks so sexy…” Harry thought, leaving the box on the floor, and went to Kevin to kiss him. “Kevin… wake up, the pizza has arrived.”

Kevin woke up, but instead of getting up, he grabbed Harry and threw him down on the bed, on top of him, and kissed him back. The couple found themselves engaged in kisses on the bed.

“Looks like sleep has cheered you up a bit,” Harry said, pulling away a little.

“I’ve accepted my fate now, so it doesn’t worry me anymore…” Kevin replied, still holding him close. “But I’m hungry for something else if you know what I mean…”

Harry blushed a little and smiled, but even though he wanted to, he didn’t succumb to the temptation, instead shaking himself free from his husband’s embrace and getting out of bed.

“That’ll be for later, Kev… you know I don’t like cold pizza,” Harry said, gesturing for him to get up.

“But tonight it’s your turn to finally destroy my ass,” Kevin said with a smile as he got up, and the couple left the room to enjoy their pizza.

Neither of them noticed a faint green glow coming out of the box…

After eating and clearing everything away, the couple deemed it appropriate to bathe. They would take turns. It wasn't until they entered their room that Kevin noticed the box.

“What's that?” Kevin asked as he pulled off his shirt.

“Oh, didn't I tell you? It came with the pizza,” Harry said, unbuckling his belt. “It didn't say who sent it, but it was addressed to us… I haven't even checked its content yet.”

“Well, let's see!” Kevin said.

Harry placed the box on the bed, opened it, and out came a mask that they hadn't seen before.

Kevin gave him a disdainful look, unlike Harry, who looked at him with interest.

“Whoever gave it to us, thanks,” Harry whispered. “Let me shower first, so I can examine it without interruptions, okay?”

“Go ahead, babe…” Kevin said.

Harry entered the bathroom, and perhaps it was because of the interest that the mask generated, but he finished his shower quickly. With the presence of certain drops around his neck, hair, and legs, as well as the scent of clean skin, Kevin confirmed that Harry had indeed showered.

Kevin was about to comment, but he just shook his head and entered the bathroom. Harry, for his part, put on his pajamas and threw himself onto the bed, taking the mask in his hands.

“An object that seems to be taken from archaeological discoveries… I wonder what meaning it must have had for the culture it came from…” Harry whispered, staring at the mask while fiddling with it with his fingers.

But then, he thought again about Kevin and his exam, almost like an intrusive thought. No matter how much support he gave him, Harry did want his husband to understand the subject and do well on the test. How to make that happen without seeming annoyingly insistent?

Without realizing it, Harry was bringing the mask closer to his face, and he didn't come back to reality when the mask touched his skin.

*Smack*

It was so sudden that Harry did nothing but suddenly pull the mask away.

“What the f…?” He whispered in surprise. The mask seemed to come to life and tried to suck his face for a few seconds. It was like an electric shock. His hair stood on end. He was breathing a little agitated and his mouth was slightly open in a grimace that still expressed the pain of his skin.

He looked back at the mask and immediately noticed a shine running through its surface.

Suddenly, Harry remembered what had happened. However, the experience he had just lived was different: he did not scream, but moaned; instead of an electric shock, it had been like an excitement; the rhythm of his breathing reflected his desire for more, and his mouth showed how much he had enjoyed it. Seeing that glow had calmed his fears, his sorrows, his reasoning…

He just wanted more of it…

Without thinking twice, he returned the mask to his face.

“Aarrgh!!!” Harry screamed, and for a brief moment regret came, leading him to bring his hands towards the mask to pull it off; however, it did not give way, instead using its thick, sticky tendrils to cling to the man's head in any way.

Harry's screams and moans were not long in coming. In a matter of seconds, the mask covered his entire head and took over it. Under its influence, Harry shook his body, jumping non-stop on the bed, so that the squeal of the mattress springs resonated throughout the room, only surpassed by the moans of the black-haired man. Then, the sheet rose over the bed and completely covered Harry's body. A green glow emerged from within the sheet, and slowly Harry's moan became deeper and softer until the room fell silent.

“Harry, babe! Are you okay?!” Kevin shouted, opening the bathroom door. His wet hair was falling over his shoulders, with a towel wrapped around his waist, shamelessly showing off his torso.

“Of course I do, Kev!” replied ‘Harry’ still covered by the sheet. “You could say I feel better than ever!” He added and uncovered himself.

Kevin was left speechless when he saw what Harry had transformed into, especially with his face, so much so that he dropped the towel.

Green-headed Harry's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and his eyes sparkled even more as soon as he noticed the redhead's shaft.

"Are you in the mood to play yet?" Harry asked with a smile that he intended to charm Kevin with, which he succeeded in doing. "Well, I have a game for you that you can't refuse, and it will help you with your exam."

Kevin came back to reality after the last words, shaking his head.

"Why did you have to mention that now?" Kevin protested embarrassed, looking away.

Green-faced Harry couldn't help but look at him with a mixture of tenderness and pity. He got up without leaving the bed, got on all fours, and with a click, Kevin found himself at the edge of the bed, so that Harry's lips were dangerously close to Kevin's wood.

"Because I won't let my husband fail a subject that I'm very good at!" he answered with conviction. “So… First question: How is the force vector that a charge experiences to the velocity vector of said charge and the magnetic field surrounding it?”

“What?” Kevin asked, and Harry held Kevin’s cock with some force.

“Answer the question…” Harry ordered, looking at him with his red eyes.

Kevin swallowed hard.

“Uh…” he thought for a few seconds. “Perpendicular,” he replied.

“Right!” Harry said, and then he sucked Kevin’s cock for a few long seconds. Kevin moaned and let himself be overcome by the momentary pleasure, but when he was about to bring his hands to Harry’s head to direct his movements, Harry stopped. “Next question… If the direction of the magnetic force points to a positive axis, but you know that the velocity has a negative value, what should the charge be like: positive or negative?”

“Uh… Positive?” Kevin said.

“Wrong!” Harry shouted, pulled out a small stick from nowhere, and hit Kevin's ass with it.

“Positive! Positive!” the redhead corrected after a groan of pain.

Harry winked at him.

“I see you're learning…” he said before going back to sucking his cock for a few seconds. “Now next question: How are the Earth's geographic poles respect to the magnetic ones?”

“Uh… Opposites…” Kevin answered in a small voice, which was followed by a moan thanks to the skills that the masked Harry demonstrated with his cock.

In this way, green-headed Harry helped his red-headed husband study entertainingly, kissing him from time to time when he asked him a particularly difficult question or explained it to him. Kevin enjoyed it a lot, and his cock even more.

Moments later, Kevin was taken by surprise when Harry extended his arms as if they were made of rubber surrounded him, and then put him on the bed. Harry exposed his hard cock and teased Kevin's ass with it.

“That's the end of the theoretical section, now we have to see how good you are with the practical exercises, shall we?” teased Masked Harry making an obvious superhuman effort not to thrust his pulsating cock into his husband's hole. “Given a proton with a speed of 33 m/s in a perpendicular magnetic field of 0.7 T, what is the magnitude of the force experienced by the particle?” He asked, gently and repeatedly hitting Kevin's hole with his glans.

“Fuck… Do you think this is the time to ask these questions?” Kevin complained, as he was eager for the green-head to stick it in already. “Just stick it in, babe!”

“Nah-ah-ah…” Harry hummed, still pounding Kevin’s hole, rubbing the area with his hardened middle leg. “Rules are rules, and you haven’t earned your prize…”

“Well…” Kevin said, defeated. “At least give me one…” Out of nowhere, an arm similar to Harry’s appeared at his side and handed him a calculator, “calculator… thanks.” Then, he began to press the keys of the device, but it was difficult for him to concentrate with his husband’s constant teasing, his mesmerizing aroma, his captivating face, his attractive body, and his seductive lips… all in all, in seconds, he came up with a result. “Uh… 3.74E-18 N, I think…”

“More than adequate…” said Harry, and Kevin finally felt Harry’s cock inside him. It was an uncomfortable sensation at first, until, when Harry inserted his entire member, Kevin let out a moan of pleasure.

This moan drove Harry crazy.

“You know what? The hell with the study!” exclaimed the green-headed man and began to thrust rapidly, and the moans and grunts of both sounded and echoed throughout the room.

Kevin saw how his husband’s head altered in ways straight out of a cartoon: sometimes his eyes popped out of their sockets in excitement and sometimes he took the shape of a wolf; oddly enough, something about that combination of a crazy wolf head and an enviable human body was extremely erotic for the redhead, so he gladly returned the kiss that he gave him. Harry was like a beast fucking the redhead, and both of them immersed themselves in carnal pleasure…

“I cannot believe I did all that!” Normal Harry exclaimed, extremely embarrassed as he hid his face in his hands.

“Are you crazy?! Can’t you see that it worked?! I passed, babe!” Kevin told him as he sat down next to him. “Your out-of-the-box method helped me a lot… thanks a lot, Harry.” Kevin pulled one of Harry’s hands away and kissed his cheek.

“But still…” Harry said and moved the mask to his lap, turning it over.

“Come on,” Kevin said and took it. “You didn’t like it? Because I really loved it…”

“Don’t we have a video game marathon to play?” Harry asked, blushing, in order to change the subject.

Kevin took the hint, so he clicked his tongue and passed a controller to Harry before taking another one.

“Come on then…” Kevin turned on the console, but then he felt a vibration from his lap. “What…?”

“What’s wrong, Kev?” Harry asked, looking at him.

But before Kevin could answer, the mask jumped onto Kevin's face. The mask quickly spread its rubbery, crunchy tendrils around the redhead's head, covering it in a matter of seconds. Both Kevin and Harry tried in vain to peel the mask off Kevin's skin, but in a jerk, Harry was pulled away from his husband and he began to spin in a tornado that stopped in seconds.

Where there had been a somewhat strong man, there was a muscular man whose red hair shone and made him look like a fierce lion. His lust-filled gaze shone just like his hair, only contrasted by his white smile.

“Holy shit, babe!!” said Masked Kevin, flexing his muscles. “I think we'll play a different kind of game.”

[yisony07]

The other way

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic.

The sound the clock made with each second it ticked was undermined by the gasps Joshua Aarons generated with each repetition he performed on the hammer strength machine. Each drop of sweat ran gracefully over his lightly tanned skin before falling to the floor or staining his gray tank top. He performed the continuous exercise with a side smile, pretending to ignore the gazes of women and men, although he could not help but curl his lips with a side smile from time to time: being admired for his effort, his hard work and, why deny it, because of his attractive physique and his great body, caused him enormous satisfaction that his muscular body, more honest than his mind, demonstrated in the form of a slight erection that, despite being subtle, gave hints to those who spotted it that whatever was hidden under those two layers of clothing was a huge and powerful tool.

He performed those movements, which demanded more and more of his strength and his stamina —as his rhythmic breathing and the concentration in his clear eyes indicated— with a captivating grace until, after about five or ten minutes, he finished. Joshua cleaned the machine a bit, ran a towel over the exposed areas of his body to dry off the sweat, and, after making sure he had everything in his backpack, headed to the gym door.

On the way, he noticed how a few people stared at him and some even ate him with desire with their gaze, so he flexed his muscles, placing his gaze on his arms to feign the innocent desire to see the results of his training instead of just bragging a little more. He didn't bother going to the public bathroom either; he thought that his scent had a pheromonal, arousing component, and he would not give up the opportunity to impress others with his gifts, especially because of what he was going to do later.

When he left the gym, Joshua walked to the apartment where he lived. The sky showed a gradient from orange to purple as the sun set, the wind blew gently, and there was little noise around. The tranquility that reigned in the streets was very seductive and John was not so eager to return to his house yet. His main destination was a party that one of his friends was going to throw, like they did in the old days when they were in high school, but this wouldn't happen until after nightfall.

What better life (Joshua used to think) than exercising, enjoying sports, being sexy with girls, having wild sex, and partying constantly?

Joshua was almost at his apartment when he received a call. He took out his phone and, seeing who was calling, answered smiling.

“Hey, Johnny, what’s up?” Joshua said cheerfully, continuing his walk.

“Not so well, Josh,” John responded. “My parents arrived earlier than expected and I also have to take my siblings to their childish activities, so the party will be held tomorrow.”

"Tomorrow?" Joshua asked, in a mix of confusion and alarm, “But I have to take a boring college entrance exam?!”

“As if you are going to get through it; among all of us, you’ve got more muscles than brains, so whether you do it or not doesn't matter, don't you think?” John replied with a bit of sarcasm.

“It's to get on the football team, which you know is one of the best in the country, nothing else,” Joshua explained, although more to convince himself than his friend. He had arrived at the building and was taking the elevator alone.

“Come on, come here and we'll share some beers, we'll play Play 5… even if you want, I'll invite Monica and Martha.”

The proposal was very, no, incredibly tempting for the young black-haired man. How would he be able to say no?

And to top it off, Monica and Martha could be there... an act that could end in guaranteed chaos, Joshua thought and, if he was honest, he would hardly be able to pass the admission test, in which they would surely ask him more questions about mathematics and physics than about sports and fitness. “Okay, okay, I'll go.”

“Yes, I knew you wouldn't resist! See you tomorrow,” John said and hung up.

Joshua gave a sigh of defeat accompanied by a slight smile. He had already arrived in front of the door of his apartment, but he found a box on the carpet at the entrance. Extremely confused by the presence of it there, he bent down to take it and checked if it had any note indicating what it was or to whom it was addressed, but he found nothing. Joshua looked around him and, after seeing no one else, entered his apartment with the box.

The place was somewhat disorganized, with the “smell of him” filling the room, with a few sweaty clothes here and there. Joshua picked up and cleaned up a bit, left his backpack on the bed and the box on the desk, undressed, revealing his thick asset, and entered the bathroom. As Joshua let the drops of warm water run down his body, getting rid of the sweat, while scrubbing his skin with soap, he began to think about the party and his studies. If he was completely honest, he didn't have the slightest chance of being accepted into the university; he could perfectly live off his parents' money without bothering to interact with academic and nerdy matters, and he could take a gymnastics course or be a coach and go to work in some gym, like the one he went to almost every day. Furthermore, he had a booklet on his desk with a summary of the topics covered in the admission test and he didn't understand anything at all, so why try?

Joshua came out of the bathroom, dressed in an outfit similar to the one he used to go to the gym and, after going to get a can of soda, he took a look at the pages and flipped through them. Derivatives, integrals, trigonometric functions, electrostatics, Newton's laws, history, the literary eras... boring things that some skinny, weirdo, nerd with no social life would find interesting, because anyway, regarding those topics, he was...

Way too dumb...

Joshua yawned and dropped the leaves, which fell into the crack of the box. He let out a slight grunt and went to open the damn box. He first saw the sheets, which he carelessly removed, and then noticed a strange object wrapped several times in bubble wrap. That detail caught his interest. He finished the soda, put it in a garbage can that was lying around, and removed the wrapper, finding a mask that he did not remember having ever seen in his life: made of unknown wood, painted in different shades of worn dark green, a bar of with four buttons and a circular inscription above said bar and three holes that, due to the effects of pareidolia, looked like a face completely devoid of emotion.

“What the hell?!” Joshua asked out loud, for he was the most peculiar and downright horrible thing. “For a mask, it doesn't even have a way to hold onto the face… so stupid.”

He continued checking it. He stopped to look at the back, the one that would be in contact with his skin if he decided to try it; it was a smoother and softer surface than the outside. Suddenly, a slight reflection of green light crossed the mask, or so he thought he saw. Confused, Joshua looked through the box to see if it contained any notes regarding its origin, but there was nothing but the unwrapped bubble wrap.

Joshua sat on the edge of the bed so that if he lay down, his head would be on the pillow. Thus, he thought, he could check if the light would appear again; however, there was nothing. He shook his head, set the mask down next to him, and got out of bed.

“Why would I be interested in that crap mask?” he thought out loud with a bit of sarcasm.

The night had fallen. Joshua ordered a pizza, which he left half done ("I'll have breakfast with the rest tomorrow," he thought) and sat on his bed to watch a movie and, if possible, fall asleep. He put anyone and, after settling in, he received two notifications on his phone; there were two emails. The first read:

Dear Mr. Aarons, this is a kind reminder of the admission test that will be held on XX day of XX of this year.

A breath of guilt gnawed at Joshua the moment his gaze fell on the review sheets, which were dangling dangerously on the edge of the desk, in danger of falling into the trash can. As soon as Joshua looked away, both the sensation of his tight chest and his labored breathing vanished. Way too dumb, he repeated to himself mentally.

The movie he had put on was not boring at all, but he didn't feel like changing it. His gaze rested once more on the mask, which was smooth side up before checking the second notification.

A giggle (which could easily have been mistaken for a cough) emerged from his mouth at the sight. It was a promotional porn image that showed two girls and two boys involved in the act. He had seen so many of those that Joshua no longer even bothered to remember the names of the actors and actresses because, to his surprise, any professional was enough for him. For a moment, his gaze focused more on the men, one of them with the stereotypical attire of a “daddy” professor and the other, young, with the stereotype of a “virgin and inexperienced young man.”

Suddenly, another green glow. Joshua blinked and took in the mask, which was lying there next to him as if nothing had happened. When he stopped watching it, he realized that his cock was hard and Joshua wasn't the type of man who saw his little friend as needy and ignored it. He turned off the screen, undressed (he always preferred to do it without clothes), and looked for an adult video with one of his hands.

Joshua played the video and ran his other hand over his chest down his six-pack until he reached his semi-hard cock and began to massage it carefully, letting out deep grunts of pleasure, letting his mind get lost in the ecstasy that those words caused him. moving images. However, he realized that his eyes followed the man's movements more than the woman's. That didn't matter much to him, since he had always identified himself as a female-oriented bisexual, but given the context he was in it wasn't very “convenient” to talk about that other part of him. Joshua stopped the video once he was aware of it, his huge hardened cock surrounded by his hand.

Then, there was another greenish flash, but this time the young man was able to see it directly. Glad that he confirmed that he wasn't going crazy, he put the phone aside and took the mask instead, looking at it. Joshua internally debated whether he would like or hate it if someone saw him in those circumstances: naked on the bed, with his cock hard and straight and with an ugly mask that (he had not noticed until that moment) was very close to his face.

Maybe I'll take a photo like that... he thought lightly while, as he settled himself better, his leg brushed the phone screen.

Joshua turned his attention back to the object. What was it that caused it to shine that intense green, even for a few moments? He wondered if it was because of the type of wood or if he had some chemical that gave it that property. If that was the case, Joshua gave up trying to understand it, since he was…

Way too dumb for it.

Suddenly, the mask jumped from his hands and collided with his face, so that Joshua's handsome face was covered with the cold wood, leaving the man in shock.

“What the…?!” Joshua managed to scream, because in a second the mask began to extend its edges, stretching them like thick tendrils, which adhered to the man's skin like adhesive tape. This caused his head to move from side to side as the tendrils covered more skin. "What the fuck?!" he shouted as he put his hands to his head in an attempt to remove that almost-living wood; however, it resisted, turning into a rubbery mass that, when stretched, returned to him with greater force. "Someone help me!" He screamed again, pulling and pulling at the mask, but he was no match for it and, in a matter of seconds, it covered his head completely.

The mask acted like a mass that melted onto his skin and moved as if it were a sticky creature, simulating and imitating his facial features more and more with each second, contracting when he closed his eyes and stretching when he opened his mouth to let out a growl.

Suddenly, a green electric beam crossed Joshua's entire body and he found himself unable to move his limbs. Against his will, as if he were acting under the control of the mask, his hands began to play with his own body, causing a vibration over the area they touched.

“Fuck!” Joshua moaned when his fingers massaged his nipples, as he was not used to the excitement of those erogenous zones. Then his hands went to his six-pack, went down to his cock, which seemed to be waiting his turn, and began to massage it. Joshua didn't know what the hell was happening or how it was happening, or even how he should be looking, but he liked it, he liked it a lot.

And just when he already felt that a gush... no, a river of cum would soon come out, Joshua felt a pull to the left and his entire body began to spin in a tornado around the room and the house, doing, undoing, and redoing everything. that was out there.

The tornado spun at such speed that when it stopped, Joshua's body continued moving forward, collided with the wall, and fell unconscious onto the bed.

A wave of pleasure brought a moan from his lips. A slight burning in his pecs and the pain induced by an unattended erection made him open his eyes. The first idea he had and the only one he paid attention to was to release all the power that his member could exert. With his huge hand (was it normally this big and strong? he assumed it was), he began massaging it and didn't hide his moans for even a second. There was something about each move that had an inexplicable effect on him as if his mind was paying more attention to internal and external sensations: to the delicious way his balls filled; to the smells that his body gave off; to how warm and pleasant his cock felt; and the detailed way in which he was able to think about it all.

“Almost there…” he whispered with a deep voice. After a few minutes of intense pleasure, a river of cum came out, which shone with a faint iridescent green, such that it stained the nearby floor with his vital liquid. Not only did he moan as loud as he could, but he felt as if he were breaking free from some bondage.

“Phew, nothing better than a morning wood to start the day,” Joshua said, and something in his words seemed strange to himself as if his voice had a comical and, at the same time, attractive touch. He got out of bed and looked at his phone, on which he saw the message from John.

Hey man, where r u? we’re waiting for u

A smile crossed Joshua's lips because he had already agreed to go there to enjoy and not take the exam because he was…

No, it's not true.... he thought suddenly, although in his mind it resonated with a different voice.

His gaze fell on the review sheets. He didn't really feel like standing up to read it so he stretched his own arm out in front of himself. To his surprise, his arm extended, so he grabbed the sheets and then his arm returned to its original size. “Wow,” he exclaimed, happy.

Joshua read them and all the topics in there seemed very clear. The derivative? The tangent line to a curve on a graph; the integral? The area under the curve in the case of a defined one; Newton's laws, the classical authors, the world wars... It was as if a greenish light illuminated his mind and revealed the neurons where all that knowledge was stored. What had once seemed like a useless tome of knowledge was now his natural language. How was it possible for him to despise such sacred information with how useful it has been to build the society in which he lived and enjoy the technology that he used every day?

No, it's not true... I'm not boring... he thought and a sudden disgust arose within him; however, the idea of being recognized for everything he knew, for what he was able to remember, for the new ideas that he could make and that people would want to listen to him instead of admiring his body (or both, he didn’t mind) was much more seductive, and his little great friend down there confirmed.

That sensation made him flex his muscles and, as he did so, he realized that he also knew everything that was on those pages.

At that moment, he looked at his phone and, when he saw the time, his face contorted: his eyes popped out of their sockets and he screamed, his tongue extending, as if from a 3D cartoon before coming back to normal. “Holy shit, I'm late!!” He said and left in a flash of green, but he immediately returned to look at himself in the mirror, noticing that he was still without clothes. “Oh, I'll be in a renowned institution, I should be a little more cautious, right?! HA HA!" He spun on his own axis in a tornado and, when he stopped, he was dressed as he did to go to the gym, with glasses on. It was at that moment that he realized that his face was green, like a second skin that perfectly imitated (and even improved) the original.

(Please ignore the fact that he's in a car)

"What are my eyes seeing? “A sexy, muscular nerd!” he said, pleased by his appearance. “If the teachers aren't impressed by these buddies, surely what's up here is,” he added before leaving quickly.

Masked Joshua showed up to the exam room at such a speed that the exam papers almost flew away as the person in charge of giving them. By the time the man managed to keep the pages in his place, he realized that Joshua was sitting at a desk, and he couldn't help but notice that green face.

“Sir, is something wrong with you? Your face looks…different,” the professor asked apprehensively.

"Oh really?!" Joshua said, out of nowhere he took out a mirror and looked at himself again. “No, I don't notice anything strange,” he answered, throwing the mirror out of the professor's field of vision and a cat screeched in the distance.

The professor had many questions, but he shook his head before speaking. “Well, Mr. Aarons, this is the entrance exam…”

He quickly began to fill out the questions and it was so easy for him to do so that the only sign of idiocy on his part, according to him, was that he felt nervous and incapable. Within minutes, Joshua filled out the paper and handed it to the teacher, who was genuinely surprised, given that he had not even started five minutes.

“I don't need to know the results to know that I passed so…” Joshua said winking at the teacher “… I hope to receive the orientations by mail… Bye!” he added, he left there as quickly as he arrived and stopped in a park far from the building. “Now it's time to solve another 'math problem',” he said, and what he was referring to came in the form of a message that he immediately read:

Hey, where r u?

I'm on my way, Joshua answered.

“It's time for these men to learn the importance of knowledge,” he thought out loud, and a line of saliva hung from his lips, signaling his excitement: would he also turn them into nerds or give them a taste of his fruit of knowledge?

Even more excited by the last idea, he was off to the party in the blink of an eye, ready to share his wisdom.

[yisony07]

A Curious Case

Idea suggested by kermit432:

Finally a little peace crossed Charles' mind as he walked with some haste under the bloody light of the sun as it set. Charles had had a hard day at work, between the constant demands of his immediate boss and the few opportunities for rest, he just wanted to get home, lie down on the couch and sleep non-stop.

When he arrived at his house, he immediately noticed a curious object under the threshold, leaning against the door. It was a mask of dark green wood, a metal bar in the center that went down from the top to the middle and three holes that, together, gave the appearance of an expressionless face, as if it were in a trance.

“Who left this here?” Charles asked into nothingness as he picked up the mask. He looked around and, seeing no one, raised his shoulders. “It's cool, I'll keep it.”

He opened the door and a meow caught his attention immediately. It was a white cat with orange spots around its body.

“Hello, Comsher,” Charles said, petting him. The cat responded with purrs. “Let's see, what have you done now, I notice you're affectionate?”

He looked around his house and found some objects on the floor. His cat was very prone to knocking things over, which is why Charles had named him Comsher (COMpulsive puSHEr). After sighing in resignation, Charles picked up the things that the cat had thrown (that's why he bought them made of plastic or rubber, to avoid worse damage), placed the mask on the shelf, turned off the lights and lay down on the sofa under it. .

“Be a good kitten and let Charlie sleep peacefully, okay? Then I'll play with you,” Charles said to his cat, who meowed innocently, and closed his eyes, falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

Charles's snoring was the sign that there was not much for Comsher to do, but he, who could not sit still, turned his gaze to the shelf above the sleeping body of his owner. The mask was placed carelessly near the corner. Something about it made the cat nervous, and in an instant he jumped over the edge of the couch, careful not to disturb the man's rest, and took another jump until he reached the shelf.

It was simple: he just had to throw away the mask. However, upon giving it the first push, a very noticeable squeak sounded. The cat looked down and saw that Charles still had his eyes closed. Comsher pushed again and the same thing happened, although this time Charles had changed his position.

“Meow!” Comsher meowed fiercely; he would not be defeated by the mask. He rested his little white paw on the cold mask and pushed, not caring about the noise he caused.

Charles slowly opened his eyes. His face showed a grimace of discomfort as he did not feel rested at all. Even though everything looked blurry, he immediately noticed that the cat was doing its thing: when, after blinking several times, he managed to see everything clearly, Comsher gave the mask the last push.

The mask fell right onto Charles' face perfectly.

"What…?" He asked, bringing his hand to his face, because he noticed a warm and vibrant sensation (almost electric) against his skin.

Suddenly, he let out a groan as the orifices seemed to move around his eyes and mouth at the same time as the edges of his mask clung to the contours of his face. Another whimper left his mouth as he felt a bunch of tendrils run through his ears and some of his hair.

"Ah…! Aaah!" He moaned and groaned, as it was an uncomfortable sensation. However, his hands, instead of going to his mask to try to remove it, moved on their own to his nipples and began to pinch them. Charles moaned even more as his head moved from side to side, so that the tendrils on each side met at the back of his head, and the mask contorted around his head.

Comsher meowed, looking with interest at his owner, without the slightest idea of what was happening. From the sharpness of his meows, anyone could tell they were confused and tinged with guilt. However, Charles did not, and could not,  pay attention to him.

Suddenly, Charles felt a pull to the left and his entire body began to spin in a greenish whirlwind, frightening the cat. The tornado remained motionless on the couch.

The winds caused poor Comsher to be thrown out of the room. Once no one else was there, the tornado stopped, revealing a slightly different Charles: not because his body looked a little more toned, but because his face was green, as if a second skin made of rubber was attached.

“Holy Fuck!!” Charles said. Those pulses of pleasure that coursed through his body seemed to intensify. It was as if an insatiable flame of sexual desire took control of his body. All he wanted was to let it all out.

With a snap, Charles removed his pants and underwear, leaving his huge erect cock exposed. No matter how much willpower he had, he wouldn't be able to resist such temptation, so he immediately grabbed it and started jacking it off.

"Hmm... Fuck..." he moaned. With every stroke, with every moan, he felt as if all the stress in his body was shifting and he was concentrating on a single point near his balls. He moaned loudly, uninhibitedly, not caring if his cat (or any of his neighbors) was listening or not, just feeling his balls fill more and more. He increased the speed of his strokes, until, after a few seconds, it was so fast that he couldn't stop himself.

"HOLY GOD!!" He grunted as a stream of shiny semen gushed out of his meatus that he couldn't stop.

It took him up to a minute to pour cum around and, despite that, he was still horny, quite eager to continue enjoying and releasing stress.

"This hunk still has more to offer!" he said with a seductive smile. He spun into a tornado that first moved across the room, clearing the debris, and then came crashing into the wall, under the gaze of the traumatized Comsher.

[yisony07]

So my boyfriend and I have a huge Mask kink. He loves the way that the mask just melts around the head and takes over the wearers body… removing all inhibitions…

So he ordered a replica of the mask online for me to wear while we role play… but the way it glistens and the funky musky green vapor it’ll sometimes emit is giving me pause… should I wear it tonight?

You couldn’t help but smile with excitement at the sight of nightfall when you were sitting on the edge of the bed, with the mask on your hands. You were waiting for your boyfriend to come out of the bathroom anytime soon as you two planned a wild night, roleplaying with it. Your boyfriend had bought a replica of that mask online and handed it to you since he always thought you’d look awesome. You brushed your hands through its rough surface as you examined it, turning it around to see its back. 

A sigh came out of your mouth as you looked at the bathroom’s closed door. When did he plan to come out? The dawn would arrive before he got out! 

Then, you noticed the air felt different. With a sniff, you sensed a distinct, somewhat unpleasant odor; you instantly got hard, as it reminded you of the smell of your boyfriend every time he came all sweaty from working out. Then, you looked at the mask and became aware of the slightly green vapor it was emitting. 

“What?” you muttered, kind of surprised. When your boyfriend told you he ordered the mask, you assumed (and thought he did too) he was talking about a mere replica. This couldn’t be the real deal, could it?

“No,” you answered yourself. When you blinked, the vapor was no more, so all could have just been a product of your imagination. You were just desperate for your boyfriend and all the creative stories he would come up with while you kissed each other, touched each other, embraced each other in a few moments…

At that moment, a greenish glow crossed through the back surface in the blink of an eye. Your breath held still for a few seconds until it started again, smelling the funky odor. A chill ran through your spine as the thought of what that meant appeared crystal clear… Should you put it on?

“How dare I ask that?” you said out loud. In that, you hear the noise of a door being opened, but you could not care less: the mask… the real mask was in your hands.

Without thinking twice, you let yourself be carried away by that and put the mask on your face. At first, nothing happened, and for a few seconds, you could taste the sour taste of disappointment, so you tried to take it off. However, it did not move, like it was stuck. Maybe it was the sweat, you thought since it was warm, but the more you tried to peel it off, the more the mask seemed to resist being separated from your skin. 

Next, you felt like the rigid, wood structure of the mask became somewhat slippery and slid out of your hands, accompanied by an electric shock that ran through your entire body, making you moan. Then, you felt it: the mask started expanding itself and slowly covering your head, rubbing its rough, cold surface against your warm, soft skin, sending electric beams that caused you to moan out loud out of both pain and pleasure. When you felt the mask closing as a lock at the back of your head, you intuited there was nothing you could do: the mask swallowed your entire head in the blink of an eye.

For a moment, you felt nervous and tried to put it off again, but you stopped once you noticed the pain in your face as if by pulling the mask you were trying to tear apart your skin. You could not do more than just let it get its way… let it take you over…

Then you felt the mask move around your head like a violent sea against your skin, producing a warming and sexually pleasing sensation. It slowly traveled through your veins, starting from your head and accompanied by a vibration. It felt so good, so pleasurable that your cock hardened more and, you thought, seemed to grow even more. You couldn’t strain yourself, so you took off your shirt and started rubbing your hands against your abs, against your nipple; then, you unbuttoned your pants and started rubbing your dick. With each stroke, your body seemed to vibrate more, to feel warmer, and you thought of yourself more and more in bliss. 

With the highest-volumed moan, you felt like your whole world started to spin fast.

Images about lewd things you should do came to your mind as you started losing your barriers and instead filled up with desire. Why do you have to care about something you should do, being “polite” and not take action? Screw it all!!, you thought, before realizing everything around you got back to normal.

At first, nothing seemed to change, yet you were sure something was different. You instinctively took out your phone to see just as your gaze fell on the mirror. At that moment, you noticed it: your body was different, with some muscles and tattoos around, but your head stood out, with a green layer that was like a second skin that enhanced your sexiness and with those red eyes, you posed, as you knew you couldn’t look any better.

“What a rush!!” you said, licking your lips and smiling. Then you placed your gaze aside and watched your boyfriend jacking off.

“Hell yeah babe, that was amazing!” he said stopping. You immediately jumped towards him, kissed him, and took him into the bed, so that you were above him, enjoying the view of all of his body.

“Oh babe, that’ll be like a speck compared to what we’ll do right now,” you said, and, with another kiss, the both of you launched into action.

I hope you liked it and happy masked night! 💚🔥💚🔥

[yisony07]

Wood in Half

Based on a story plot by @adonismask. Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pics.

“Are you ready to go?” Nate asked somewhat eagerly from the door.

Emilio pulled out his left earphone. “Yep, I’m all set!” 

He grabbed his wallet and phone and headed toward the front door. Nate was waiting for him. Emilio and Nate have been friends since high school when they were paired up for biology. Nate had always been the more athletic of the two. He didn’t play any sports but he went to the gym often. Emilio, however, has been the shy one; he preferred staying at home and reading. They had always made an odd pair, but their differences made them better friends, somehow. After high school, they found an apartment to move into together. Nate found a job at a local mechanic, and Emilio studied at the college. 

“Let’s head out then,” Nate said. He has been pushing Emilio to get out of the house a bit more, so they have a weekly arrangement to go on an “adventure”. That was as far as the planning goes. Nate had casually referred to these as their “dates”. Emilio could only wish it were true. He has been in love with Nate for years but never wanted to tell him for fear of ruining their friendship. 

They locked up the apartment and headed down the stairs to street level. Once outside, Nate asked “Left or right?” Emilio looked down both ways. Both of them usually left to the right to get where they needed to go, so he really didn’t know what could be down the left path.

“Let's take the left today.” 

“Okay, we’re shaking things up a little. That’s more like it!” 

Emilio couldn’t help but roll his eyes. They walked down the street and caught up on work and studies. From time to time, they looked through the windows of stores, a pizzeria, a casual clothing store, an ice cream parlor... but nothing couldn’t grab their attention. 

“What about that?” Nate pointed to a costume store. 

Emilio sighed. He had never been one for dressing up. He never found a costume that fitted or looked good on him. He wasn't out of shape, but his body wasn't what you'd call "athletic”. Nate started pulling him towards the shop. 

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! We can try on all the costumes we want, and we won’t have to go out, so you’ll have no reason to be embarrassed.”  

Emilio couldn’t even think of a way to argue with his logic, so he reluctantly agreed.

 A bell rang as they entered the shop. Both Emilio and Nate were surprised to see how clean and modern the shop looked. They were expecting too many decorations and weird smells, but the place appeared to be a normal clothing store, aside from all the weird outfits on display, of course.

A shop attendant approached them with a warm smile. “Hello! How can I help you gentlemen today?” The woman asked.

Emilio involuntarily held his breath as his pupils constricted. He has never been that good in these kinds of situations. Nate cleared his throat and stepped forward to grab the attendant’s attention. 

“Hi, this is a really weird thing to be asking, but I’m trying to get my friend here to come out of his shell. Would it be right for us to try on a few costumes just for fun? We won’t be too annoying, I promise.” 

Emilio blushed as he subtly glared at Nate. The attendant looked at the two of them amused.

“It’s no trouble,” she said with a soft smile. “You would be surprised how often people do this. Just make sure to put everything back when you’re done.” 

“Of course,” Emilio said.

The guys decided to start with the silly hats and wigs first, before getting to the bigger costumes. They spent hours in the shop, trying on everything they could. They joked, they laughed, they did impressions and skits. Emilio couldn't help but blush occasionally, as he subtly peeked through the curtains when Nate was in the locker room. Nate sometimes did the same thing, but neither of them brought it up. 

It was only when the shop attendant told them the store was closing soon that they realized how late it was. They packed away the last things they wore and headed towards the exit.

“Wait,” Emilio said, stopping suddenly. “We have to at least buy something, it’s just polite.”

Nate agreed instantly. As they approached the counter, they looked around for something to get, but beyond funny costumes, they didn't see anything worth buying. The woman, who they learned was named Helen, saw them searching the shelves. 

“Is there anything I can help with?” 

“Hmm… We-we are just looking for… some kind of memento, you know? To… To remember the day,” Emilio told her with a stutter and avoided looking her in the eyes, although for a few seconds, he did.

Nate subtly nudged Emilio with his elbow and smiled at him, as if congratulating him on improving. Helen watched them intently as if she was thinking about something. Then, she smiled widely.

“Well, I have been observing you two all day, and I think I might have just the thing.” 

She brought out a box from behind the counter. When they opened it up, they found a wooden mask inside. Not the prettiest thing, but still pretty interesting. 

Helen witnessed their hesitance. “This one is a good option for friends," she said, emphasizing 'friends' with a perhaps suggestive tone, but one that Nate seemed to like. "It has a trick, see?” She banged the mask against the counter, and there was a cracking sound. The front and the back of the mask separated into two identical masks. “One for each of you.” 

Emilio thought that it was pretty cool. “So… What do you think?” He turned to Nate, but Nate was staring transfixed at the masks. 

Nate looked back at Emilio, he blushed and then slightly shook his head, as if to clear it.

“Yeah, I really think we should get them," he said slowly.

They paid Helen and said goodbye to her. On the way home, they stopped at a deli to get something for dinner. Nate seemed very fidgety as if he couldn't wait to get home. Emilio didn't know if he was imagining it, but on the way home he sometimes caught Nate's voice whispering his (Emilio's) name with a tenderness and anticipation that made the shy man's heart beat strong, with hope… However, Emilio played it down. It couldn't be like that because Nate was a lot braver to hide that kind of thing, right? Maybe one of those costumes was just a little itchy. 

They ate dinner at the kitchen counter, before deciding to call it a night. 

“Oh, here.” Nate handed one of the masks to Emilio. “I’m pretty tired, g‘night”. Then, Nate ran to his room and slammed the door behind him. 

He’s acting so weird, Emilio thought. He cleared up the kitchen before going to his room as well, with the mask in hand. 

After Nate shut the door, he leaned against it, breathing heavily. Finally, I’m alone. He couldn't shake the feeling he had since the costume shop. Since the moment when he laid his eyes on the masks, something had stirred in him. He knew that there was just one thing he must do.

He pulled the mask out from the bag. He held it in his hand, facing him. He stroked the side of the mask, feeling along the edge until he reached what would have been the jaw. The empty eye sockets seemed to look into his soul, and it looked like they were lighting up. He started feeling the face with his other hand, tracing the metal piece down the middle, until he reached his final destination: the mouth. 

He felt his dick stiffen in his jeans. It was decided, he had to do it. He tossed the mask onto his bed and started undressing. When he was completely naked, he jumped onto the bed and grabbed the mask in his hands. Keeping the face towards him, he lowered it until the mouth was in line with his throbbing penis. He brought the tip closer before finally shoving his dick into the mouth of the mask. 

Emilio closed the door to his room. As he started stripping for bed, he felt a strange pull. His sight landed on the mask. Could that be it? He wondered without looking away.

That sensation grew stronger. It was magnetic as if having the wood placed on his skin was his inevitable destiny. But believing it was just his imagination, Emilio shook his head, took off his clothes, then a shower, and tried to put on his pajamas. However, his gaze constantly fell on the mask.

But what is happening to me? He asked herself. He was breathing with difficulty, while his chest seemed to contract; his heart was beating fast, he was sweating coldly and he was moving his legs quickly unconsciously. I must… I must…

Then, before putting on the shirt, Emilio noticed a greenish glow fleetingly run across the surface of the mask. Without thinking twice, he threw the shirt aside, launched himself towards the mask, and put it on.

“Fuck…” he moaned as soon as he felt the wood. It seemed to exert a grip on the edges, like thin claws digging into the contours of his face.

But then…

“Hmmph…!!!” He moaned in a choked voice. He felt a somewhat stiff piece of meat invaded his mouth. Confusion filled him, for there was nothing there, and yet he licked it. It didn’t taste so clear, so he continued licking and sucking it, and after a while of excitement filling him and enjoying it, he couldn’t help but think it was a dick.

With that thought in mind, he increased his pace. Sometimes he felt the piece in his mouth go in and out more, and that excited him even more. Emilio couldn’t help but grab and massage his cock. He didn’t want it to end: he wanted to be like this for as long as possible.

Suddenly, Emilio felt a tug that took him to the floor. He didn’t know where he had to go but he did know that he had to walk. He wanted more, he wanted to go to the source…

Without even bothering to get up, Emilio walked down the hall on all fours. He continued sucking and sucking, leaving his mouth covered in saliva. Without knowing why, he went to Nate's room, and as soon as he arrived the door opened by itself, so he entered without hesitation.

It was in that place and at that moment that Emilio understood: he saw Nate in his bed, revealing his toned abdomen, his divine legs, and his strong arms. With his enviable hands, he moved the front half of the mask with the mouth hole around where his cock should be, which, given the space that Emilio felt it occupied inside him, must be enormous.

The halves must be together... Emilio thought, enthralled, sucking even more eagerly. Hearing Nate's moans made him hornier, demonstrated by the hardness of his cock as well.

“Fuck, Emilio…” Nate moaned, still with his eyes closed.

That gave Emilio the impulse to crawl to the bed. Then he climbed on top of it. Feeling the increasing weight, Nate opened his eyes, but the gasp that was about to escape his lips turned into a moan the moment Emilio reached for Nate's balls and pressed his head against the mask.

At that instant, the mask became one again and immediately began to extend tentacles that animatedly covered Emilio's head. Nate was in the ecstasy to try to stop it, and Emilio was too focused on Nate's cock to notice.

“I'm going to… cum…” Nate warned and, in a matter of seconds, he squirted a jet of cum directly into Emilio's mouth.

At that moment Emilio separated from Nate and the mask emitted a green glow that blinded both of them as Emilio's body fell to one side of Nate's.

When the light disappeared and Nate could see again, he stood up and saw his roommate beside him, who had long, loose hair and a green face, like a second layer of greedy skin, and a peculiar smile.

“What's the problem, babe?” He asked with a certain impudence and licked the remaining drops of cum from his face. “You don't think that was all, do you? Because my love for you is as hard and hot as we are right now.”

And, before Nate could answer, Emilio snapped his fingers. Then, Nate was magically pushed back onto the bed and received a passionate kiss from the green-headed man. With his heart racing and immersed in heat, the man reciprocated, and the couple kissed with passion that not only reflected their carnal desires, but the mutual feelings they had been harboring for a long time.

Then they separated and green-headed Emilio moved until he was on top of Nate, his ass aligned with Nate's salivating, big large cock. Emilio then took Nate's hand and placed it on his chest. Nate quickly removed his hand.

“It burns…” Nate said waving his hand as if that would cool his hand down faster.

“My heart burns with love for you,” Emilio replied with a smile and lowered his body until his hole was almost in contact with Nate's cock. “Let me make what's coming an explicit seal of our relationship, how about that?”

“I thought it was obvious,” Nate replied eagerly.

“Say no more, my love,” said Emilio and lowered his body until all of Nate's flesh was inside him, and began to vibrate as if it were a drill on automatic and Nate screamed with pleasure.

And the couple continued in the act, enjoying each other's bodies throughout the night and accompanied, for some strange reason, by cartoonish sounds that hid from the public the moans that were exhaled in the room.

It was uncertain how much time had passed, but Emilio still woke up tired, as if the hours of sleep had been in vain. His skin was the same as before, and his body the same as before. His head hurt a little and everything around him looked blurry. Emilio waited a few seconds until he could focus his vision.

He realized that he was in Nate's room, in his bed.

"Why...?" Emilio asked as he looked around, but he stopped when he noticed Nate's sleeping, naked body next to him. Between them, were the two pieces. The memories of what had happened occupied his mind at that moment, and in that long moment Emilio, blushing beyond belief, hid his face with his hands. Together... we are a couple... he thought, almost unable to believe his words.

His gaze fell again on his now boyfriend. Seeing him asleep like that caused a strange feeling in Emilio. Nate looked so pretty, so attractive...

Then the halves flashed fleetingly and Emilio remembered once again the preamble to the wild act that took place. A giggle left his lips as soon as he took the outer half of the mask and, remembering what his room... boyfriend had done, he inserted his cock into the hole in the mask that corresponded to the lips.

It feels so good... Emilio thought, moaning. It was as if an invisible mass was warmly embracing his meat provisionally, waiting for the real one. However, Nate was still snoring.

But then, Nate moved a little. The lower half of the mask was face down as if waiting for a face on it, and Nate's was temptingly close. But Nate didn't move any further… if only it were a centimeter...

With one of his hands, feigning innocence, Emilio touched Nate's upper shoulder a little. His movement brought Nate's face closer for a moment. The back half of the mask had taken advantage of this and jumped on its own to his head from his shoulder. Nate's body spasmed, but at first, he didn't wake up; but then Emilio increased the movements of his half and that's when he realized that his meat was inside Nate: it felt very warm, almost like a cozy home.

Nate moved his head from side to side several times, restless from the sudden invasion, before waking up with a moan. As soon as he sucked, he realized what was happening and, without waiting any longer, he moved towards Emilio and fused the masks once again. Immediately it hugged his head and Nate's body was transformed.

"This is the real deal!" said Masked Nate. "This feels amazing!!"

"Hey... I was doing the same thing, that's not fair," said Emilio pouting. Masked Nate couldn't help but laugh at the cuteness before giving her a lust-filled look.

"Don't worry..." Masked Nate said. "I'll make it up to you with a treat... What's next is going to be wild."

And they both had more than a second round.

[yisony07]

An instant of intensity

So that you do not lose the habit. Thanks to @kermit43 for the masked GIF. Hope you enjoy

The last thing Adam Smith wanted to do was do homework. Although he used to study too much (there were even nights when he didn't sleep) and got good grades because of it in college, that didn't at all deny that he was somewhat envious of seeing the jocks walking around and having fun. He was in his room, at the desk barely lit by a lamp, with the curtains closed. Adam had his notebooks, books, and pens scattered across the table. In one of his hands he had a pencil clutched with which he tapped on the notebook closest to him; in the other, he had his phone, with the headphone cord connected, showing a gay pornographic video on the screen.

Watching porn was the only way Adam could know about the emotional world. At his age, he hadn't even had his first kiss, so when his mind wasn't focused, he fantasized a lot about what it would feel like to have sex. However, he did not masturbate, because there were remnants of his conservative upbringing.

One of the actors in the video was Malik Delgaty, whom Adam watched with great interest. He was somewhat upset to see that his page said that he was heterosexual and that it was only in some recent video that he bottomed for the first time. If he had that body, Adam thought as he watched how Malik was doing the drill with the bottom, he would explore that hole a lot more, and use his mouth more.

Adam paused the video as he focused on Malik's face and yawned loudly. The yawn lasted longer than usual, an unmistakable sign that his body was demanding he fall asleep. Furthermore, his hard cock pressed hard against his underwear, as if calling him to play with him and unleash sensations that he had never dared to explore.

Adam ignored that feeling. Unable to focus on his homework (I'll do it tomorrow, he told himself), he dropped the pencil and, holding onto the cell phone, got up from the chair and went to his bed. He lay down on her and rolled the sheet to cover him, but his cell phone fell over the edge of the bed that was attached to the wall. Adam grunted and got back up to turn the bed. It cost him more than he would like. He stopped moving the bed when he caught a glimpse of his cell phone, even though it had fallen on an unknown object.

The young man took both objects, placed the bed in his place and sat on the edge of it, leaving his cell phone aside. The other object was a worn green wooden mask, with a vertical metal bar, and three holes that formed an emotionless expression.

"What is this?"  Adam asked, unable to remember if he had seen it before. "It must belong to the previous owners of the house..." he said to himself, it seemed convincing. "Maybe I should contact them and return them but... (Adam yawned) I highly doubt they would miss such an ugly mask..." he said and turned it over.

At that point, Adam heard a motorcycle passing by on the street in front of the house. Light from the engine's headlight passed through the windows and reflected off the mask. The strange thing was that, on the wood of the mask, the light turned bright green instead of dark.

"What?" Adam asked, blinking. He put the cell phone, which still showed Malik's pleasant face on the screen, in his pocket, placed the headphones in his ears (he put one on and left the other hanging) and paid attention to the mask.

He paid close attention to it despite the dim light in the room. The distrust and repulsion that Adam may have had towards the mask was transformed into a sudden interest after seeing that green glow go from one side to the other inside the mask again. The skin on his face felt hot, as if it were near a high-temperature surface, a surface imbued with energy. The young man was not aware of his actions, that his arms were moving on their own bringing the mask closer. Adam only reacted when, after blinking again, he stopped feeling the mask in his hands.

 "What the h…?!" Adam shouted, leaning back a little.

He couldn't even finish his scream. The mask had jumped fiercely onto his face. Adam didn't have time to react. The mask began to encircle his head with its rubbery, woody tendrils. One of his hands had landed on the phone by accident, so the video resumed, so Adam, through his headphones, was hearing Malik's moans over the creak of the wood. The mask had covered his ears along with his headphones and passed over them to unite at the back of his head.

Adam should have been nervous, afraid, but the sound of the porn prompted his hands, instead of going to his head, to go to his crotch and begin to massage his bulge as the mask moved and adjusted. to his facial features; The mask’s hole around his mouth moved as Adam moaned.

Once the mask was firmly on his head, it caused Adam's body to spin uncontrollably in a tornado around the room. Several green electric bolts fell on him, but so quickly had the process begun, so suddenly did it stop.

When the smoke cleared, a figure could be glimpsed standing and flexing in front of the room's mirror.  He was naked except for a pair of baggy white shorts;  He flexed his muscles as he admired himself with a hint of lust shining in his dark eyes. His head, like his body, closely resembled Malik Delgaty's, except that his head was green like a second skin.

"FUCKING AMAZING!!"  the green-faced figure shouted, his voice mixing characteristics of old Adam with that of the porn actor.  He cleared his throat. “Testing… testing… NOW WE ARE FOR THIS!!”  he added, his voice becoming the same as the actor's.

He couldn't help but run his hands over his muscles, his pectorals, his nipples... Each touch felt like a lot of electrical pulses running through his body. It was a satisfying feeling to feel yourself have so much potential, like a blank canvas ready to be painted or a video game just released to the public.

"SPEAKING OF GAMES… LET'S SEE THE REAL DEAL!! SHALL WE?" He ripped his underwear and his throbbing, huge hardened cock jumped out, as if he was waiting for something.  "FINALLY I'LL KNOW WHAT IS IT LIKE."

Adam brought his large hand around the large glans and circled it.

"OH, HOLY SHIT" Adam moaned at the first stroke, and proceeded. "I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS SO DELICIOUS... OR THAT YOU WERE THIS SENSITIVE, MALIK."

And he was going faster and faster. With every second that passed, he questioned why they had created a taboo regarding such a pleasurable act, and with every moan, he answered himself: something this enjoyable, especially to someone as sexy as him right now, was easily addictive.  His hand traveled all over his lubricated penis while the other caressed his nipples… His mind drifted deeper and deeper into pleasure, and a smile curved his lips beneath his wide, ecstatic eyes.

Then, when precum began to come out of his meatus, a light bulb went on above him.  "WHAT IF...?"  he said before pulling on his cock, and stretched it until the glans touched his lips, so that the bitter taste reached his tongue.  "Hmph... hmph..." he moaned and groaned as he tasted his cock passionately... his saliva, which had a greenish reflection, fell to the ground after passing over his penis.  

After a while, he decided to try something else: he took his penis out of his mouth and rotated it down to his hole and inserted it into his anus.  To say that it was a unique and pleasant experience was an understatement. Adam/Malik moaned in his new, deep voice with no control from him, not caring who could hear it.

Then, after several minutes, he was already approaching the climax. He could feel it. He couldn't hold it any longer… In one last stroke, he released it all.

"FUUUUCK!" He screamed like a heartless man while a large flow of semen was expelled from his cock. It was of a power never seen before, and Adam moved from side to side, filling everything around.

He had finally released so much cum that he had flooded the floor with that white liquid.  Adam had leaned back, panting. When he fell onto the bed, he had returned to normal: his thin body was covered in clothing and his headphones dangled from his ears, connected to a switched-off phone. The smell of semen, the result of his activity, filled his nostrils. Despite that, Adam looked at the ceiling with a big, goofy smile as he tried to relax his breathing.

"The best thing in life..." he whispered and looked around him, but instantly his lips turned straight: the mask was gone. However, before Adam could get up, fatigue overcame him and he ended up falling asleep.