(I by no means know the true sexual identities of the characters in this story which should not be taken seriously) My name is Todd Mackie. I'm a simple, pastey white Florida born guy on a summer internship program at the GOP in D.C. forced on me by my conservative parents. I hated it there. The only thing that help me tolerate working with those bigots was to at least see Paul Ryan almost
(I do not know the sexual preferences of those in the Story. So don't take any sexual aspect of this story seriously) I started gagging as Paul Ryan's cockhead started hitting the back of my throat. The Speaker's hairy balls slapped my smooth chin as Ryan started throat-fucking me. I grasped Marco Rubio's cock and started stroking, it hardened and rose in seconds. Marco and Paul started
Carl was a typical office drone in his own opinion. He was white, 6ft 1", lean/slender, 38 years old with short black hair and dime eyes. He scratched his 5 O'clock shadow as he witnessed everyone in the office leave in excitement for the Christmas party later at 9. An hour later he made it through the cold thick snow back into his apartment. It was in great condition with the exception for a few
Carl was planted to a chair, his dick was unbelievably hard, and 2 hard cocks were inches from his face. Mike was lean and muscular, he had the body of an Olympian. He had a tattoo of a trail of a vine with thorns growing from it trailing from the left side of his pelvis to his last rib. Mike had a clean shaven head, a working man's beard, strong jawline, with deep blue eyes. Sanjay was of Indian
Mike placed himself between Carl's sweaty legs and held them up. With no hands he positioned his cockhead at Carl's hole and steadily entered. Carl winced in pain as Mike slide deeper and deeper in his hole. 3/4 of Mike was inside, he slowly slid out until only his head was left in. Mike slammed his entire length back in. A painful groan escaped from Carl's throat as his eyes widened and his
A sexually exhausted Bob led Carl out of the room, further away from the party, up the stairs to the top floor, and to a large door stating: "CEO: Marcus Garcia". "No! I can't!" Carl pleaded, but Bob insist with a ensured look on his face, and suddenly started massaging Carl's shoulders. "Don't worry, he's expecting me but he won't mind" Bob said. Carl looked shocked and confused. "We're a bit of
They would always tell Matthew to repent and to beg forgiveness for his unnatural lustful sin but he didn't listen. Matt had died in a car accident and now he woke up in a place with black skies, ruined cities, and bodies of lava with sharp air that could cut lungs. He knew this was hell, the ACTUAL HELL of the of that stupid church book Christians would force down his throat. Matthew was
Matthew's food fell from his hand. Suddenly he felt something thick and wet lick his newly virgin hole. His toes curled and his cock jumped. It was a Tongue. He tried to kick this demon away, but the unknown beast was strong, it widened Matt's legs, and its tongue slowly started slipping in. Matt winced and groaned loudly as the demon's tongue now extending in feet into the boy's rectum,
Old Octopus Tentacles turned out to be regular for Matthew. He grunted and moaned at the 3 Octopus arms inside of his hole caressing his anal walls. Suddenly a watery liquid shot up his ass as he cam, and the tentacles drew out of his hole, cleaning and lapping up the boy's white sex juice. It was lock up time, the bar was empty and the room behind the wall, cold with darkness. The wall
Matthew on the sharp black ground of hell, completely coated in cum. He was fucked raw, hard, for hours and tossed out like an Orange carcass. As he twitched, cum leaking from his ass, he remembered everything. He was in the beast's belly, it was pitch black, the pit was suffocating with the stench of cum. The turgid long cocks caressed every inch of his body, they slithered along his face
"Leave Us!" Asmodeus bellowed. Reluctantly the demons left the room. In a few minutes there was no one in the enormous empty room besides Matthew, Asmodeus, the few winged beasts latched on the ceiling, and the red skinned demon, who then left with a scowl after receiving a low growl from Asmodeus. It was now Asmodeus and Matt who was naked and afraid. "Closer" the demon king demanded. Matt
Jooku's hot cockhead rubbed against Matthew's pink hole. There was no magic BS to make him feel more pleasure than pain like with Asmodeus. Matt then did the last thing he'd ever do, he started praying. Jooku then blurted out in laughter. The demon laid on top of the human who was on his stomach. Jooku was almost 300lbs fat with bulging muscle. The demon then grabbed matt's thighs and sprud them
Matthew's head was out the window as his ass was getting invaded by Jooku's big red dick. They were up about over 50 stories and outside was enveloped in lava and flames with gargoyles. Suddenly Jooku pulled out, and pulled Matt's head to his sack. Matt sucked up Jooku's hairy red balls and kept them in his mouth like nuts for the winter. After a few second Jooku pulled them out and
Jooku's cock was 9" lodged down matt's throat. The boy sucked and sucked off The red beast's dick with much vigor and content. "Haha! That's how you do it boy!" Jooku yelled. The human's ass was still being stretched out by 1 and 2. Suddenly they changed positions. 1 was deepthroating 2 on the edge of the bed as Jooku went full doggy-style on Matt. "Fuck yeah! Gimme that demon dick! Fuck me!
The First was a 6ft tall Gargoyle with black leathery skin and bat wings, a bald head with curved black horns encircling his skull. His black leathery cock was 12" long. He plunged it in Matthew's ass with no mercy. Matthew yelled and moaned and the monster fucked his little human ass up. The table shook with tremendous strength, the scratches all over Matt's body healed almost as soon as
Diego Suddenly woke in his bed naked and alone, wrapped in stain filled sheets. It was Friday afternoon and Jamar had wondered if everything he experienced was just a dream, even the Prostajuice. "So, yuh finally wake up huh?" said a rough familiar voice. Startled, Diego turned his head to his bedside table. It was on his Uncle Paul sitting on a chair a few feet from the bed with a video camera
Diego was the typical moderate income young Jamaican Male. He was cocoa brown, 5ft 10", 21 years old, lean and fit with abs. He had a big nose but that definitely didn't hurt his his chances with the women. He was a confident ladies man with swagger envied by his peers. It was Friday evening and he had the weekend off. Like every other weekend, Diego's mother went to stay with her
Diego was consumed in a sea of men. Bellies and Legs slid across his face so much that he couldn't tell who was inside him now, it might have been Mr. Tucker. They had told him that someone had been stalking him and contacted his Prostajuice "Victims" to all converge in his apartment to show the boy what they thought about what he did to them. A large fat hairy light brown ass hovered over his
They laid there for over a minute which felt like an hour. He could still taste the Salty Pre-cum on the tip of my tongue, but his heart pounded so loud it seemed as if it was in his brain. What was he suppose to say? 'Sorry that I was sucking your Dick as you slept Uncle Paul!'. It was basically rape. He'd beat him bloody, tell everyone, who'd kill him. "Mi seh", Paul broke the silence with a
Diego and Paul learnt a lot about their apparent lust for each other as they laid on the bed. Jamar had talked about how he always wanted to have his Uncle all to himself. Paul talked about he'd usually watch him showering. Laughs were shared, and kisses. Diego was fully naked and Paul was only in his boxerbriefs. It was 3 a.m. and they weren't tired. Diego stroke his Uncle's face feeling his
Diego and Paul learnt a lot about their apparent lust for each other as they laid on the bed. Jamar had talked about how he always wanted to have his Uncle all to himself. Paul talked about he'd usually watch him showering. Laughs were shared, and kisses. Diego was fully naked and Paul was only in his boxerbriefs. It was 3 a.m. and they weren't tired. Diego stroke his Uncle's face feeling his
Diego had heard about the "Gully Queens of Jamaica". They were a group of fags who lived in a gully in New Kingston after they were disowned and shunned. If anyone knew what he was looking for, it was them. Sunday daytime was nigh-empty at New Kingston which was just what he needed, but the casual few cars passing was still to much. Jamar decided to wait until late Sunday night since rarely any
The Prostajuice is a brew from the Mediterranean hundreds of years ago. If completed with the Cum of a man, any other man who intakes this liquid whether cool, room temperature, or hot will not only start being attracted to other men as much as they were with women but after just taking it will experience immeasurable levels of Lust to fuck or be fucked, to suck cock or get their cock
Mr. R. Goshop was the name of the next target. He was Diego's Art Teacher in Edna Manley Art High School. He tracked down his address and called in sick for the week and worked on new batches of Prostajuice. It was Tuesday evening, he was walking on the street across mauville drive, when he caught up with him as he was on his way home which was only a few meters. They caught up and began talking
It was 6:00 a.m. in neighbourhood Gym Raw Time. It was hours from opening but Diego would help clean up before work. Mickey was on the bench, shirtless and caressing himself. His abs glistened with baby oil. Mickey was the owner of the Gym. He was 39 years old, 6ft 1.5", had caramel brown skin, Cornrow hair, long pink lips, a strong jaw, and brown eyes. He was far from ever being a pretty boy but
Trevaughn and Shane were Jamar's I.T Professors in community college. Trevaughn was about mid-late 40's, 5ft 11", Buff Brown skin, handsome, and weighed 255 lbs. Shane was about the same weight, 6ft 2", Ugly as hell with dead eyes, Chocolate Brown skin, thick near tar black lips, and weighed 282 lbs. It was 4 in the evening and they arrived at an abandoned lasco warehouse as they were texted.
Kevin was Rameesh's best friend. He was 6ft 1", had thin black lips, Kobicha brown skin, beady eyes, rough African hair, 18, lean and fit like Diego, and a bit ugly like Diego wanted. Which is why Diego poured Prostajuice in his soda and led him up to his apartment. Jamar was completely nude on his bed passionately kissing Kev who was only in his boxers with his near tar black 9" cock peeping out
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