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Sarkopheros Says:
By now I've put out a good number of stories focusing on straight sex. We're taking a different tack today! Instead of writing a tale of
straight
erotic drivel, this is a tale of
gay male
erotic drivel.
As with other Jae stories, hentai physics are in full effect. I do not understand things like "basic human physiology," "common sense," or "reality." The point is this: the story is entirely unrealistic.
"Well, Sarkopheros, I'm not exactly planning to cite your work in my MD thesis," you're saying—though let me know if you do. You know those people that will read a menu, order a cheeseburger, then complain to the waiter that there's cheese on it? Those people keep reading my stories.
One thing you should know about Jae's stories is that they're half kink, half comedy. This story will feature hyper-caliber cocks and balls—over five feet worth of the former and hundreds of pounds of the latter. There will be ludicrous cum inflation, seminal deluges, and emphasis on sexual scents.
Please keep in mind that Jae
is
pansexual. He
will
be mentioning previous dalliances with genders that are
not
male. Non-male characters will be present, even though they don't have anything to do with the actual sex.
Please enjoy the buttsex!
PS: A special thanks to the mods of Literotica for putting up with me continually piling an ever-growing stack of sequoia-sized dicks on their websites. Especially the hapless Literotica mods who have to sit through my writing. Thank you for everything you guys do.
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"Nate? Nate!" he hollered. His heels clicked against polished concrete as he walked between metal shelves full of boxed fan kits. After another turn, he walked past racks of hammers and saws, sundress flowing behind him. Withdrawing his phone from his purse, he dialed his older brother again.
"What's going on, Tommy?" asked his younger brother, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. His practical sneakers squeaked against the smooth floor.
"The idiot's still not answering. He told me to go find the PVC, and I found it, but he never told me what diameter to get," grumbled Tommy. There was a faint chirping on the edge of his hearing. "Hold up. Do you hear that, Amel?"
"That's Nate's phone!"
The two boys hustled down the alley towards the plumbing fixtures. The fresh scent of lumber was in the air, the whine of a distant saw in their ears.
That's when they found the ringing's epicenter and stopped to gape.
Their brother was lying above a hot tub, stark naked. The boy was groaning, on top of what looked like an enormous muffin of flesh whose top rose five feet above the lip of the tub.
"N-Nate?" asked Tommy. That was when he realized that the "muffin" was his brother's belly, the bottom part stuffed into the hot tub. The round, peachy-colored ass was perked up, and a brilliant white arc was gushing out of it, splattering into a second display tub which was overflowing.
"What happened to you? Ugh, what's that smell? It smells like...." Amel frowned and scooped up a double-handful of the goopy white fluid. It was very hot, like yogurt in thickness, and it reeked of sex. He tentatively licked at it. "Cum?" Amel wrinkled his face up and tossed it back into the tub. He looked up at Nate and shoved his stomach. "Dude!"
His brother's only response was a groan. He was unable to move due to how gigantic his belly had grown. The whole area smelled like an orgy. Cum was rolling down display mirrors. A massive, quivering water-balloon of flesh six feet across was wobbling against a display cabinet. It took Amel a moment to realize that the "balloon" was the belly of another victim who was occluded by it.
Squeak. Squeak
. A flatbed cart went rolling by. One of the store employees was on it. That shockingly swollen stomach was so bloated it was engulfing most of the flatbed and hanging over the sides.
Wait, no, that's a futa, not a girl.
The employee's cock was squirting her own pearly contribution all over her distended stomach. The only reason Amel could even identify her as an employee was because the orange apron still hanging from her neck, dangling in front of the cart as she laid atop her stomach. Jizz gushed from her cunt and ass, splattering against concrete, leaving a broad white swath in her wake. She groaned.
Squeak. Squeak.
The cart bumped into a shelf and the futa toppled over. She bounced away on her belly, spraying a gout of cum from her gaping holes, and rolled down the aisle and out of view. Amel heard her yell, "God dammit!"
Amel turned towards Tommy. "Hey, how is it possible that this is all cum, I mean—" He squinted at his brother.
Tommy was standing near the hot tub full of cum. He froze, hands midway to his mouth, and stared at Amel. White goop rolled down his forearms and chin, and his belly was swollen enough under the dress to look several months pregnant. "Um ... yes. Yes, this is very cum. I know science. I watch CSI."
Amel shook his head. "This wouldn't have happened at Lowe's."
***
Jae stood by his cart, leaning against the shelving as his cock deflated. The five-foot-plus behemoth dripped fist-sized blobs of spunk to the floor as it shrank. It pulsed in time with his heart, the wrist-thick veins along its sides throbbing. His titanic nuts hung well past his knees.
Reaching down, Jae yanked on a bright piece of cloth sticking out of one of the folds in his sack.
Skllshhh.
A purple, spunk-soaked pair of panties came out. He dropped it on the floor with a splat. "How the hell does that even happen?" he asked no one.
One of the store employees walked by the end of the aisle. Jae made eye contact with him. The guy pointed and said, "Hey, sir, you really should get a lumber cart for that much wood."
"What? Oh, thanks," Jae chuckled. The guy left.
Another minute, and the he was flaccid, the glans hooded in its foreskin and dangling near the floor. He bent over, reaching up under his nuts to get to the tab of the zipper on his custom pants.
Squish. Squilsch.
His hands mucked through an inch-thick coating of jizz as they guided his beach-ball sized nuts back under the black cloth.
Zzzziip.
He pulled the tab up halfway before using both hands to wrestle his flaccid, yard-long cock back under the cloth. It was hard to do one-handed with the sheer size and weight of the slippery organ. Like his nuts, it was covered in a thick layer of spunk that squished and splattered all over the floor and his boots. His strong hands guided the melon-sized glans back in, and after a moment, he grunted and managed to zip up.
Jae re-buckled his metallic skull belt-buckle and readjusted his leather vest. Coarse fingers brushed raven-black hair out of his face. It draped down about his broad, spike-studded shoulders. Finally, Jae reached into his vest and returned the red-tinted shades to his face. Looking down at himself, he decided he was somewhat presentable, even though jizz was all over his boots and legs and he probably reeked like a brothel.
He wheeled his cart towards the paint section. He came across two girls having an animated conversation.
"...Yeah, so, I was like.
Bam!
Hydralisks everywhere. They walked right into it," said the shorter redhead.
"And you wonder why I'm so paranoid about having detectors follow my groups," said the slender brunette.
"Yeah, and then you just huddle behind your photon cannons anyway."
That was when they noticed Jae and turned towards him. He leaned an elbow against his cart.
"Holy shit, I didn't know we sold equipment
that
