All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Zach
I woke up to the biggest cock I'd ever seen lodged deep in my ass. With that sensation came rushing all the memories of last night, and I squeezed my eyes back shut. I'd given my first time to Keith. It was my ass, but it still felt virginal, definitely more so than if I'd penetrated anybody. He'd even gotten my first kiss. Again, it shouldn't have been that big a deal to a guy, but... it felt sacred to me, like how I'd imagine a girl would feel. It was so sentimental, and I... liked the feeling. Fuck, I'd even told him that I
loved
him. I was caught up in the moment, I reasoned. I wasn't gay, I just... deeply enjoyed getting fucked in the ass by a guy.
I didn't have time to analyze my feelings any further, because the hands on my hips gripped me in a firmer hold, and Keith made another attempt to pull his cock out of me.
"Hold still," he growled, and his manly rasp made me strain against my cage. The plastic restraint didn't hurt as much as yesterday, and I wondered if I was getting used to it. A scary thought.
Keith pulled again, making me clench down on him and exacerbate the problem. My dress was bunched up at my waist and was wildly uncomfortable -- more uncomfortable than a phallus in my rear, I mused -- and I pulled it over my head and threw it on the ground while Keith continued to extricate himself. It was growing more difficult by the second because he was hardening, delightfully stretching my insides. I was horrified by how good it felt despite how sore I was. I... I didn't like dicks. My brother was the exception. Not an exception, no. I didn't like him, I was just... vulnerable to feeling desired. Yes, that was it. Definitely not because I loved how sexy I felt when he ravished me, or how turned on I was by his masculinity.
Now fully erect, he suddenly slipped right out of my asshole, which squeezed shut as soon as I was vacated. A girly whimper escaped me, and Keith cursed under his breath before groaning.
"The condom's still inside," he sighed, and my cage twitched again. Then I felt a large object tug in my ass, contorting and sending shivers through my body.
His gigantic load was contained neatly in the rubber, and now he had to yank the whole cum balloon out through my hole. Before I knew it, Keith had finessed the filled condom out of me, holding it aloft so I could see it when I rolled over to look at him and it. I was a bit disappointed with how easily it came out, somewhat looking forward to a struggle to stretch me open again. Nope, nope, that was gay. Super gay.
Half the condom was filled with watery jism, the cream having melted during the night. There was no way Ellie's estimate of just a teaspoon was accurate. He handed it to me, not meeting my eyes. "Get rid of it," he instructed, his massive meat bouncing even as he made his distaste apparent. I took it and got off from the foot of the bed, eyeing the thin yellowing liquid. It was pretty gross. Nothing I would ever touch, even if it were my own. But my slutty brain had other ideas.
I made sure Keith was looking when I emptied the contents of the condom onto my chest, pouring it across so that I got good coverage. The pungent ejaculate ran down my body, into my cage, staining my thighs. I still had my wig on, and my makeup was probably messed up, making me look like a used whore. Keith looked on, sickened and motionless.
Wow, that was so stupid, why did I do that?
He stepped over to me, taking me by the shoulders and forcing me to my knees. I barely had time to register what was happening before his cock parted my lips and invaded my throat, my brother grunting like a brute as he grabbed my head and fucked my face first thing in the morning. My puny dick was searing with pain as the chastity cage crushed my erection into submission, much like my brother to me.
His cock was filling my throat completely, and it was impossible to breathe. I started gagging hard, putting my hands to his knees and trying to push away. It only made him ram down my throat harder, and my cage hurt even more. My eyes rolled up in my head as I began to suffocate, and then suddenly he ripped out of me. Before I could gasp for air, fresh hot cream sprayed all over my face, filling my mouth and flowing down my neck.
That's the stuff.
I choked and swallowed, body spasming as my little clitty shot a blank in orgasm.
I was only allowed to breathe after gulping down everything that had landed in my mouth, and we both took a moment to recover. His cum was warm on my skin, and part of me wanted to just leave it there and savor the feeling. I cracked one eye open to see his expression, finding one of equal parts fear and revulsion. Interesting, very interesting.
"Shower. You fucking stink," he stammered, before yanking on some clothes and fleeing from me.
So yeah, that's what I learned about myself today. I was a massive cum-hungry slut.
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"'Bout time you joined us, kid," my dad scoffed.
I sat down for breakfast, doing everything in my power to look at neither him or Keith. I mumbled a "Good morning" and tried not to think about what just transpired. That was a very long and cleansing shower; couldn't very well show up smelling like cum. Mom set down plates of eggs and bacon for all of us, ruffling my hair before returning to the stove.
"Thanks, darling," dad said as he dug in. "You see that footage of that parade they got going on? What, Pride Month? July can't come soon enough."
Jesus Christ, the timing of this conversation couldn't have been worse. I snuck a glance at Keith just as he did the same, and we ended up locking eyes. Thankfully dad didn't notice how quickly we turned away from each other.
"I mean, I thought the whole point was to be treated like everybody else," dad continued. "So why do they have their own month now, these LGBT people?"
"Q," I added, immediately regretting speaking up.
