Sarkopheros Says:
I had to rearrange some things, but I was determined to get two stories out this month, and I did it, dammit! Only nine days after the last one, to boot.
Sure, it's the last day of July, but that's still two stories this month, despite everything that's been going on at my "real" job. Admittedly, I've been getting in my own way, but I got past that, too, and I brought you this.
If you read my stories, you know what to expect.
If you don't read my stories, oh boy. As with everything I write, hentai physics are in full effect. Gay sex! Low-end hyper-cock (16"), huge balls, vast, inhuman amounts of jizz! Cum inflation, a bit of rimming, anal sex, cum fountaining! What is cum fountaining? That's what I call it when someone gets filled so full of jizz from one end it spews from the other. Don't worry, nothing dirty happens. The rimming and the fountaining are clean. Of poop, anyway, otherwise it's ludicrously sloppy. Oh, and it's a threesome, so there's that. And there's some cuckolding themes which are entirely voluntary on the parts of both partners. In fact, they initiate it with Jae.
Have fun!
***
Water pattered inside. They could smell bleach—exactly what they'd been waiting for. It wasn't the smell that aroused them, of course. The prospect of a clean shower room was what did that. Unfortunately, the pattering water meant someone was in there.
Kyle looked at Noam and pulled his towel tighter. He didn't need to—his generous rear was pretty good at keeping it up. "It's like two AM! Who the hell is that?!" he hissed, pausing to scan his mental list of this floor's residents.
Noam shrugged his firm shoulders. Kyle sighed and looked at his roommate. Would he be prevented from receiving his lithe, tan body? He'd memorized the shower's cleaning schedules, and he'd been looking forward to that fat ten-incher for days. Granted, fucking in their dorm room was never out of the question—but it was more fun in the shower!
"Well, I uh ... I guess we ... take another stall and be quiet?" mused Noam, his voice echoing. His dark-brown hair was delightfully disheveled.
"Indoor voices," sighed Kyle. "
Ugh!
I guess so. We can wait until he leaves."
The boys shrugged and walked toward the row of stalls. Kyle frowned. Not one, but
two
of the five stalls were occupied. One at the left end, one in the middle. That meant that they'd only have one stall between themselves and the stranger.
Dammit.
They walked into an end stall together. There was a shelf attached to the wall, made of the same heavy-duty beige plastic as the partitions and doors. A metal hook was fixed to the door, and there was a towel bar under that. Kyle thought it was a stupid design. The boys put their baskets of toiletries on the little shelf. They grinned at each other. In unspoken synchrony, each slipped their towels off without ceremony.
Kyle shifted deeper into—
sklorch!
Something hot and slimy engulfed his foot.
Oh god, did I just step in shit?!
He looked down, and was puzzled—yet pleasantly surprised. He was standing in ... jizz? "What the fuck...?" he asked, squinting. Rivers of jizz were snaking their way through the water flowing under the partition.
Noam and Kyle looked at each other. Noam looked back down and asked, "Is that ... sperm?"
Kyle shook his head. "It ... seems like it?"
They both leaned down and peered under the stalls. In the stall nearer them, they saw some guy's bare feet. Whoever he was, he had a honey-tan complexion. In the stall past him, they saw ... what was that?
It took Kyle a moment to process what he was seeing. Two legs splayed out, hands in the water, as if a boy was sitting against the rear wall of the shower. The weird part was the fact that his belly was enormously swollen and filled his lap—as if he was heavily pregnant.
Noam shook his head. They both stood up. "What ... is ... are we seeing?"
Kyle looked back at him. "We should ... have a look...?"
***
Jae hummed in satisfaction as the hot water rolled over his body. His own thick spunk clung to his cock and legs, caked and mixed with the juices of dozens of dorm residents from the floor above. It slowly sloughed off with the coursing water, splatting in heavy wads near his feet.
Before they'd even set foot in the bathroom, Jae had known that at least two boys were approaching. The acoustics in the tiled chamber enhanced his already keen senses. Jae tuned out the water, monitoring the two. He knew that they probably weren't a threat, but this monitoring instinct was one that had been integrated completely and utterly into his mind for as long as he could remember.
Jae could hear every word of their conversation once they took their stall. He knew it when they moved to the stall next to his, when they hung up their towels, and when they put what sounded like plastic containers full of bottles onto the shelf.
And the sharp breath from under the stall wall told him when they'd spotted him.
Jae rubbed his hands down over his chiseled abs, glistening in the hot water. His fat cock hung limp, but still a good ten inches in length and fatter than a soda can. The head was hooded in thick foreskin, big as a tennis ball. His heavy nuts were like bloated softballs. Nowhere on his sculpted body was there a tan line.
He spoke up, his voice deep and rumbling. "You boys wanna help me out?"
He heard a muffled voice hiss, "Shit!"
Another voice said, "Sorry! I'm sorry!"
Jae chuckled and said, "Come on, you might as well get a closer look. It's everything you fantasize."
He heard them talking to each other. They weren't very good at keeping their voices down.
"We should go look. He's inviting us."
"This is weird."
"Well I don't know about you but I think we should go get a better look at that monster."
"I feel like this is a set-up for a candid-camera show."
"
What
candid-camera show?! Is there a naked mega-penis candid-camera show that I should be aware of?!"
"Oh, fine, let's go."
Their stall door swung open. Jae turned toward his own and undid the latch. He was greeted by a slender—though athletic-looking—boy with long, mahogany-brown hair. His friend was shorter—a somewhat-pudgy blonde with wide hips and soft thighs.
"Uh. Hi ... I'm Kyle," said the blonde. He had a modest cock.
The brunette's eyes locked on Jae's monstrous organ. He looked pretty well-endowed, too ... by normal standards. He said, "I'm Noam ... holy shit! That thing is as big as mine hard! Is this all
your
cum?"
Jae could see the flush in both, and he could see that both were starting to swell. He chuckled and shrugged. "All from the love-gun." He raised his arms, letting them feast their eyes on his chiseled body. They did just that, running their eyes over him as if they were their hands.
"I'm Jae. And I'm not from this dorm. Came to visit up there." He glanced upward. "I don't have any soap or whatever ... think you boys could help?" he asked.
"Oh ... uh ... yeah, we have all our stuff!" said Noam, shuffling out. He returned a second later with two plastic baskets of shower things. He looked at Kyle, who shrugged.
