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When I awoke the next day, my head was swimming. Faint images of what had happened the previous night floated through my mind like distant memories.
I lifted myself up to look at my surroundings. Everything seemed normal. Too normal, in fact. I was in my bed, which usually wasn’t strange at all, except I explicitly remembered passing out on the floor after my dad-
“Oh shit,” I gasped. The memory of what had transpired came rushing into my mind. My dad throat fucked me, turned me into his personal sex toy, then came in my mouth and forced me to swallow his thick load.
I started to get dizzy just thinking about it.
Did that really happen? I threw the blankets off of me and looked at my body. My sissy clothes were gone and I was stark naked under the covers. So not only did I magically appear in my bed, but my clothes were gone as well?
It all seemed a little too crazy to be true. Must’ve been one hell of a wet dream, I thought to myself.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and got out of bed. There was a strange feeling the moment my feet touched the ground, however. The normally soft carpet seemed scratchier under my right foot.
As I lifted my foot and looked down, I paled as I discovered the culprit.
It was a cum stain, a large one at that, right in the spot where I remember sitting as my dad had his way with me.
My breaths grew shorter as they caught in my throat and I took a step back unconsciously. There’s no way it could’ve happened, right? But then why was this cum stain on the floor? I’ve definitely gotten cum on the floor before, but is this from masturbating or…?
Fuck it, it thought to myself. I wasn’t getting anywhere and I needed to get to school.
A pair of khaki shorts and a basic maroon shirt was my outfit of choice as I threw it on, grabbed my bag and rushed downstairs.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw my dad in the dining room, but he seemed to be acting completely normal as he ate breakfast. I grabbed some toast my mom had made and sat quietly across from him.
I’m not the sneakiest person, but I tried my best not to make it obvious that I was watching him. He didn’t notice, so either he was very dense, or I really was on my way to becoming a ninja. Probably the former.
Questions burned in my mind. I hardly tasted the breakfast as I mindlessly scarfed it down.
“Dad?” I spoke up and broke the crushing silence.
He grunted in response.
I opened my mouth and closed it again.
How the fuck does one even approach this situation??
“Do you, uh… you know… last night?” Nice, Julian. Your language skills are impeccable.
He gave me a look that was halfway between annoyed and confused.
“Did something happen last night?”
I started to say something, but quickly changed my mind. I was
about to explain the… situation.
I didn’t have many skills, but I was great at reading people and knew when someone was lying to me. So I was positive when I realized my dad was being honest with me. He was clueless about last night’s events.
I dismissed the subject immediately and rushed to finish my breakfast. As I hurried out the door, I heard him say something along the lines of, “fuckin’ weird.”
—
School was difficult that day. Well, more so than usual. I wouldn’t say I was an excellent student by any measure. My mind had a habit of drifting, and when I actually manage to pay attention, I’m so far behind it’s like the teacher started speaking a new language when I wasn’t looking.
What made that day especially hard, however, was how excruciatingly uncomfortable I felt. It was hot, but it was a strange kind of heat. The room itself felt cool, but my body was burning up. A prickly, tingling sensation riddled my body.
So many strange sensations were hitting me all at once. To start, my body felt oddly sore, like I had finished an intense workout the previous day.
I couldn’t stand the sensation on my chest either. It felt like my shirt was actively trying to sand down my nipples into nothingness. I was almost convinced someone had just given me a tittie twister without me noticing. There was a constant stinging sensation that refused to subside and focused itself right on the tip of the nipple.
Then there was the worst part.
The sweat.
Now, I wouldn’t say I was an especially sweaty person, but I HATED it nonetheless. Nothing disgusted me more than to feel little droplets of perspiration bead up on any given part of my body only to slide down and soak into my once clean clothes. The feeling, the smell, all of it drove me insane.
It seemed today, though, my body sweat was taking on the worst form imaginable: swamp ass.
I cringed at the thought. It literally felt like I was sitting in a puddle.
Class moved at a snail’s pace as I squirmed in my seat from the discomfort. There was nothing I could do but pray that the clock would move faster or hope for the sweet release of a quick death to free me. Maybe I would get denizli escort lucky and the ceiling would cave in above me?
I tried to stifle my movements and hide my struggle so as not to draw attention to myself. I was especially concerned about the boy seated to my right with his head in his hand.
This was Jackson, pretty much the only friend I had at this school. We’d known each other since middle school. He wasn’t the most social of people, which I suspect is why he even stayed friends with me to begin with.
He was a bit shorter than me, standing at about 5’9, but much stockier. His layers of natural muscles dwarfed my slender, malnourished frame. His pale skin was matched by his light blonde hair, which were both contrasted by his cherry pink lips.
Thankfully, he had his hood pulled over his head, so I was just out of his field of vision as I struggled. The list of people who thought I was some irredeemable weirdo was not short by any measure and I didn’t need him added to the list. So, I suffered in silence to the best of my ability.
Before long, I was at my limit. I stood up abruptly, leaving all my stuff on the desk, and quickly made for the classroom exit. Luckily, the class was in a lecture hall with nearly a hundred students, so my disappearance was unlikely to be noticed.
As I pushed the door open, I thought I heard Jackson calling after me, but thought nothing of it. As soon as the door closed behind me, I broke into a sprint down the hall. It was really more of an awkward, hurried waddle, to be honest. I was in a rush nonetheless.
Thankfully, the restrooms were only just down the hall. I hurried inside and slipped into the nearest stall. Without thinking, I ripped my clothes off and panted as I freed myself from their burning constraints.
FINALLY. I couldn’t stand the feeling I had gotten while they were on me.
I basically dove for the toilet paper, frantically ripping it off the roll as I used it to dry the sweat on my body. As I wiped myself down, I worked my way down to my tragic case of swamp ass.
I grabbed more toilet paper and wiped along my dripping, perky cheeks. When I brought my hand back, however, all that remained of the paper was damp, shredded tatters.
What the hell, I thought. Had it gotten caught on my pants? I reached back to feel what had happened. My pants weren’t the culprit. My sweat had caused the toilet paper to stick right to my ass.
I could feel some of it dripping onto my hand. When I brought my hand up to look at it, I only grew more confused. What I’d thought was sweat turned out to be some thick, viscous substance that stuck to my fingers.
When I pulled them apart, it formed a thin strand that didn’t break.
I have to idea what compelled me, but I leaned in to smell it. Something about the scent was familiar, alluring.
This definitely wasn’t sweat. Something about it had me shaking with anticipation.
I stretched my tongue out for the next test and licked up the substance from my fingers. I could feel myself start to drool as I realized what it was.
Cum.
My mind started reeling. Why did I have cum covering my ass as if it were sweat? Was it my dad’s? But I don’t remember him actually fucking me. Unless he did it after I passed out. That would explain how I ended up back in my bed.
As I pondered, my hand ventured back down, this time exploring in between my plump cheeks. I had a sneaking suspicion of where the cum was coming from (no pun intended).
My middle finger extended until it was caressing my anal ring. After a moment of holding it there, I felt thick droplets start to form from my entrance.
I knew it! Cum was literally leaking from my ass hole. But why? How did it get there? Wow, I thought to myself. I never would’ve thought I’d be in my school’s bathroom trying to figure out how I got cum inside me. Not exactly the highest point in my life.
Almost subconsciously, as if my body were moving on its own, my finger slowly circled my anal ring before coming to a rest at the center. Once there, it began to push. Gently at first, then harder, until it finally pierced my anus and my entire finger slid inside with almost no resistance.
I gasped audibly at the sensation. There was a slight burning-like feeling that quickly turned into tingly, electric bliss.
I pulled my finger out slowly, savoring the feeling, then letting the ecstasy wash over me as I shoved it back in.
This pattern repeated itself and grew progressively quicker, more aggressive. I curved my finger just slightly so that I was hitting my prostate.
My breath was hot and quivering as I fingered myself and chased the sensation that I had longed for so desperately since the previous night. It was slow going, especially with just my finger, but I could feel it approaching.
An orgasm.
I worked my hand desperately, leaning against the wall to get a better angle. My penis was still only half erect, but I could feel diyarbakır escort the tension build up in the tip, like a countdown to the imminent explosion.
Waves of piercing pleasure washed over me, like small vibrations tickling all the right spots and making me twitch erratically in response.
I was almost there now. I squeezed my eyes shut. Yes, just a little more!
“Julian?”
Are you fucking kidding me?
I whipped around quickly. I could tell my face was displaying a mix of emotions, part shock at being caught and part frustration at having my much needed orgasm interrupted.
My face paled, however, as I saw Jackson standing in the entrance to the stall, confused and bewildered.
I mentally facepalmed as I realized that in my impatience, I had forgotten to actually lock the stall door.
“J-Jackson!” I stuttered. Oh shit, how was I going to salvage this situation? “U-um it’s- this is… I was sweaty!”
Nice save, idiot! I thought to myself. You formed a coherent sentence that is sure to make perfect sense. There’s no way he’ll think you were fingering yourself just now.
I doubted that he would believe my lie, but his expression began to change. Rather than relief or understanding, however, it morphed into another familiar expression.
It was one of hunger, of pure, unfiltered lust.
Before I even had time to back away or pull up my pants, he was upon me. He grabbed me by my shoulders. The strength of his grip matched his burly stature.
With almost no effort, he twisted me around and shoved me roughly against the wall so that I was leaned over with my chest and the side of my face pressed up against it.
“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed.
I didn’t get an answer.
Instead, as he held me there by the nape of my neck with one hand, I heard a rustling behind me. A light clinking sound, the impatient tug of a zipper, and a soft thud. His pants were on the ground.
I stretched my eyes and peeked behind me in horror.
Sure enough, there he was standing with his pale cock in his hand. It was only slightly bigger than mine, but it was rock hard and pulsating.
He moved closer.
“W-wait, Jackson. Please don’t,” I whimpered in fear.
He didn’t heed my pleas.
I felt something hard press up against my entrance where my finger had been just moments ago. This was much bigger than my finger, however, and I could already feel it stretching me. It sent a sharp pain as it pushed and pushed until finally…
!
I felt the tip of his cock enter me, piercing my once virgin ass. It slid in with relatively no resistance thanks to the cum that was leaking from me.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was being raped by my friend in the school bathroom. Rather than horror, fear or pain, though, all I could feel was bliss.
It was just the tip, but my eyes rolled back and I felt my entire body shiver in anticipation. Almost unconsciously, my hips tilted back slightly, as though inviting him to go further.
And further he went.
After a brief pause, I felt him push again.
“Go slowly-” I tried to whisper, but either he didn’t hear me, or he didn’t listen. Instead, he pushed as hard as he could and shoved his whole member inside me in one go, inserting it all the way down to the base.
The feeling that came next is what I can only describe as an earth-shattering orgasm.
My eyes rolled all the way back in my skull and my mouth opened wide, as if to let out a scream. Barely a sound came out, nothing but pathetic high pitched squeaks.
It was like somebody had electrified every single nerve ending in my body. My entire body shook violently, not knowing what to do with itself from the complete sensory overload.
I can only liken the feeling to a fire coursing throughout my body, stemming from my tight, little asshole that was twitching uncontrollably around his cock. As my body spasmed, it squeezed his throbbing member, increasing the pressure on my prostate and intensifying the orgasm.
The pressure that had been building up inside me exploded like a dam and cum came pouring out of my still half-erect penis. A puddle of the hot, white substance quickly formed beneath me as a near constant stream leaked from my pulsating tip.
Just as I was starting to come down from the white hot ecstasy, he slowly pulled out his dick. I felt every inch as it receded. My anus was squeezing like it was holding on for dear life.
Jackson continued to pull until just the tip remained in me. He waited, as though savoring the moment. Then, without warning, he jammed it back in.
As the front of his hips slammed into my tight, perky ass, another wave of pleasure crashed over my entire body. This one was a little smaller than the last, but elicited a whole new set of spasms from yours truly.
This process repeated itself. Once. Twice. Three times. His strokes grew harder and faster, sending me reeling into a world antalya escort of euphoria every time he entered me.
It was almost torture. I’d never had an orgasm that long or that intense. It completely overrode any thought or inhibition I might’ve had previously. Jackson fucked my mind empty until all that remained was orgasmic rapture and insatiable, lust-filled desire.
I almost passed out from the feeling. There was no telling how much more I could take.
A smacking sound resounded throughout the bathroom as he pounded my prostate into mush.
Suddenly, I heard the gentle creek of the bathroom door. I was snapped back to reality as the sound of footsteps quickly approached our stall.
“Oh shit. Jackson, stop!” I exclaimed under my breath.
I pushed against him, but he refused to relent. I managed to turn just enough to glance out the stall door and watched in terror as a man about our age rounded the corner…
And walked right past us into the adjoining stall.
What the hell? I thought. Was he ignoring us?
No. It wasn’t just that. He didn’t have an expression like he was trying to avoid looking at something weird. Instead, his face was calm, as though he didn’t even notice us there and was simply going about his day. There was no possible way he didn’t see or hear us, though.
As if he’d read my mind, Jackson increased his pace and started fucking me even harder than before, making the smacking sound even louder while adding his own masculine grunts to the mix. I could feel his hot breath on my back.
Another sound caught my attention, however. It was like a woman’s voice, high pitched and squeaky. It came periodically, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
My eyes went wide as I realized it was my own voice. I was moaning, shouting out with bliss every time my friend pumped his manhood into me.
I had never heard my voice go so high before. I sounded less like a person and more like a dog letting out frightened yelps, which was quite fitting considering how Jackson was fucking me like an animal.
A flush came from the stall next door and a moment later I watched the same man walk out with the same unconcerned expression on his face. What the hell was happening?! Was it just not that big of a deal to see someone being fucked in public anymore?
The questions didn’t stick in my mind for long. It was all I could do to stay conscious amid the tremendous orgasms that rocked my body.
The harder I squeezed around his cock, the better it felt. The better it felt, the more I came. The more I came, the harder I squeezed. It was an endless cycle that threatened to send my mind spiraling into an oblivion of pleasure.
Just as I thought I would lose myself, I notice his tempo change ever so slightly. It became rougher, less rhythmic. I knew what was about to happen.
My friend was about to reach his climax from raping my virgin ass, and he showed no signs of pulling out. Any thoughts of trying to push him away had long since fled my mind and I resigned myself to my fate.
Jackson’s pressure on the back of my neck increased. His pace slowed, but his strokes grew stronger, more aggressive. It was coming.
I was still being racked by my own miniature orgasms. The puddle of my feet continued to grow as cum dripped ceaselessly from my pathetic cock. It was so big that it grazed the edges of my feet.
My friend continued his slow, measured strokes until, finally, he pulled it all the way out to the tip, then slammed it back in harder than ever before. This, of course, sent another orgasm crashing through me as he climaxed at the same time.
I could feel it. Every pulse, every twitch of his cock as it sat in my ass, buried all the way to the hilt.
And the cum. Oh god, the cum. It was hot. I could practically
it burning as it pelted my insides. I counted the spurts of cum that I could feel shooting into me.
One. Two. Three. Four.
I lost count of how many strands he poured inside me. To be honest, I didn’t care either. I was too tired to care. All that was left in me was relief that I had survived the experience with my mind intact.
What bothered me, though, was how oddly good it felt to have him cum inside me. It was warm, comfortable, satisfying, like I had just finished eating a full meal. It filled me up with a strange satisfaction.
After what seemed like minutes, his orgasm finally relented and his dick began to soften once more. I could feel his body relaxing and his grip on me loosening. As his hand slid off of me, he took a step back and pulled his cock from my sore, beaten asshole with an agonizing slowness.
Once it reached the tip, the dick slid out with a wet and audible
sound, leaving my hole to gape pathetically. It almost felt like there was a slight breeze blowing against it.
The feeling didn’t last long and I shivered as I heard a moist, sloppy sound emanating from behind me. This was quickly followed by what must have been a gallon of sticky cum cascading down my leg, onto the floor, where it joined my own, mixing and swirling into an oddly enticing cocktail of spunk.
As soon as Jackson stepped fully away. I collapsed onto the floor, sinking exhausted into the puddle of my and Jackson’s cum. I had no energy left in me and I started to feel the walls of my consciousness closing in.
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