Viral Birthday Mommy Teaches Anal

Viral Birthday: Mommy Teaches Anal

You can't predict what will go viral on social media because the content billions of people see online is determined by highly complex content algorithms. So one day, when videos of boys celebrating their 18th birthday by having another man cum all over them started going viral - there was no one to blame.

This generation of boys is unlike any that came before. Willing to have another man's semen on their lips for a taste of being internet famous. News outlets reported this trend was another example of how social media was destroying our culture and traditional values. But while reporters were reading eulogies for the Modern Man, the rest of the world was busy celebrating the birth of this craze.

Soon every 18 year old boy begged their parents for a grown man or "Stud" with big balls full of delicious cum to be at his very own birthday party.

Parents initially confused by the trend came around once they realized it was just a modern day, self-inflicted hazing into adulthood. No different than the fucked up initiation ceremonies they experienced in college, long before their kids were born.

Naked walks across campus, paddling in the front lawn until their bottom turned red, scrubbing toilets with a toothbrush while wearing a slutty maid outfit. Parents had their share of emotional scars from becoming adults - so who were they to judge if their son wanted to celebrate turning 18 by having strings of hot, sticky semen shot on him like biological confetti?

The trend was referred to as 'Frost His Cake'. A cheeky reference to when a Stud's semen is so thick and creamy that it looks like buttercream frosting. TikTok, Facebook, and Instagram filled with tens of thousands of photos and videos of 18 year old boys being frosted with sperm like human sponge cake.

Delicate and light, these boys' bodies were the perfect surface to be piped with cummy frosting. The internet ate up the content in a frenzy - and showed no signs of being satisfied.

Kyle had no idea he was getting a Stud until his parents lit the birthday candles and told him to "Make a wish." After the candles were blown, Kyle opened his eyes and saw a mountain of a man sweep him off his feet and into strong arms. Several of the guests' jaws dropped when they saw how large the Stud was compared to the birthday boy.

The Stud cradled the 18 year old boy in his arms like a baby. Kyle nuzzled his head into the grown man's swollen chest muscles that radiated heat. The masculine scent and natural pheromones produced by the Stud caused the birthday boy to completely forget about his party. His mind went blank, and the crowd pointed and laughed at his reaction.

Some men on this planet are so masculine, so sexual, that it's only natural to fall to your knees and look up at them and flash a little smile so they that you're a submissive bitch. It's just what Mother Nature designed Studs to do. Only after seeing a Stud in person do you realize the world revolves around powerful men with big balls.

The Stud took a deep breath causing his chest to grow twice as big - he looked toward the birthday boy and said, "Two little birds told me that you turned 18 a couple months ago. Ever since then they have been planning to surprise you with something they figured you'd like."

The party turned to smile at Kyle's Mom and Dad - the two little birdies that schemed with a Stud to surprise their son on his big day. Some guests joked that Kyle's Dad should cover his eyes right about now. But both parents smiled proudly at their son being carried by the Stud in his early 40's.

Kyle's Mom livestreamed the party on her phone. She had spared no expense and hoped her son's party would go viral like the ones she saw on her Facebook feed.

"I'm sorry to cut the party short but if you lovely guests don't mind I want Kyle to unwrap the gift I have for him in private... just the two of us," the Stud said with a deep voice as he winked towards the party.

The crowd hissed with disappointment and began chanting loudly, "Frost his cake! Frost his cake! Frost his cake!"

Kyle's parents joined in on the chant and pumped their fists into the air, adding to the crowd's energy. They yelled "FROST HIS CAKE!" as loud as they could, because they didn't want to look like the stuffy, conservative parents they had growing up.

At one point Kyle's Mom drunk on the party's energy yelled at the Stud, "Frost his FUCKING cake."

The Stud threw Kyle over his shoulder and gently patted his bottom, making sure the crowd could see. A woman named Tiffany who Kyle took to Senior Prom yelled, "Please pound him in the ass for all of us Mr. Stud!" The party laughed in response.

Kyle's Mom laughed so hard tears formed in the corner of her eyes while Kyle's Dad shook hands with a co-worker wearing a tie and thanked him for finding the time to come.

Jacob and Brett watched as their best friend was suspended in the air, powerless to resist the Stud's control. Jacob leaned in close and asked his friend, "Hey Brett, what do you think of the Stud?"

"Oh... him? Yeah I guess he seems alright."

"Alright? Alright! Are you kidding me? He's 6 and a half feet tall, totally jacked, and lifted our buddy Kyle like a bag of sugar," Jacob said as he pretended to carry something over his shoulder.

Boomer parents turned the internet craze into a competition. Getting a Stud for your kid's birthday wasn't enough to get views anymore. Now, if parents wanted to go viral, the Stud had to be taller, stronger, and more masculine than any other Stud.

A Nuclear Arms Race amongst parents led to exorbitant Stud fees to hire the most masculine man for their son's party. Parents that spared no expense became 'Stud Owners' to gain exclusive rights to a Stud so he could never render his services at any other boy's party. This made the price of Studs increase even more and soon parents withdrew from retirement accounts and college savings to make sure their son was happy at his 18th birthday party.

Social media filled with tips of how parents could emphasize the size difference between their son and his Stud to increase the chance of going viral. Photos were taken at certain angles to make the barely legal boys appear smaller. Parents forbid their son's from wearing hoodies and baggy sweatpants, and instead, made them wear clothing in girl sizes to better showcase their youthful frame.

Kyle was carried away from his own party like a disobedient child. His legs kicked helplessly in the air as the Stud controlled him with little effort. A large hand pressed against the birthday boy's bottom. Kyle's Mom followed closely behind with a phone stretched in front of her. The camera lens recorded a smile that grew on the birthday boy's face as he was carried away to a private room.

Brett and Jacob felt the absence of their best friend. Brett turned and asked, "What do you think Kyle and his Stud are gonna do now that they're alone?"

"I dunno dude. I guess he's probably going to remove the Stud's brown leather belt and fumble with the zipper on his denim jeans like the virgin nerd he is. Then he'll probably reach into the Stud's boxers and unwrap the Studly dick that will cover him in frosting," Jacob replied casually.

Brett's thoughts drifted to the Stud. If his top half was that big and strong what did he hide under those denim jeans? Was he 8 inches? 10 inches? Maybe bigger? Brett stretched his arm in front of him and wondered if his hand could wrap around a Stud's girth.

As Brett imagined holding a Stud's cock in his hand he asked his friend, "Do boys use their ass to have sex with a Stud?"

Jacob shrugged and said, "I dunno. I guess so. Hopefully you'll find out soon what a birthday boy has to do to get his cake frosted. Has your Mom said anything yet?"

Last Monday, had come and went without Brett's Mom saying more than Happy Birthday. But since the search for a Stud only begins after reaching the age of consent, parties were delayed weeks or months so preparations could be made.

In this very moment, she may be spinning her web like a black widow spider, planning a party he will never forget.

Jacob tossed the plate that held birthday cake into the trash and said, "Would you let a Stud put his dick in your butt if it was the only way to get your cake frosted? Like otherwise your whole party was ruined if you didn't let him?"

Brett didn't respond to the question but walked more stiffly as they left the party. In his hand was a plate that was empty except for a few crumbs that he held against the front of his pants. After the last couple of parties Brett knew it was better to be prepared than to expose himself.

Brett got into his car and tossed the plate into the back seat. The bulge in his pants did nothing to hide his stiff penis underneath. He knew that he shouldn't beat himself up over this. Everyone reacts to a Stud differently.

Deep down we're all just animals hardwired for sex. Right?

He looked out his car windows to make sure no one in the parking lot was watching and then unbuttoned his pants. Brett lowered his boxers like opening a gift bag and revealed his stiff 18 year old penis that burned red with excitement.

Milky white pre-cum pooled in the front of his black boxers that created a contrast he knew his Mom would notice when she did laundry this week. Shame covered his face as he watched his penis continue to leak creamy pre-cum into his boxers.

As sperm swam aimlessly in his boxer briefs, Brett looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror and spoke like a father scolding a child, "This can't keep happening."

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The next day, all three members of the Rose house sat around the kitchen table.

"It's so nice having my babies home again," Mrs. Rose said cheerfully.

"How am I still a baby? I'm back from college for the Summer," Valerie said while scrolling on her phone.

"You will always be my babies. Sorry, not sor--,"

"Shut up Mom! Brett did you see the post from Kyle's party?," Valerie asked.

His older sister pulled a chair next to him and leaned in close. A Facebook post from Kyle's Mom said: Kyle celebrated his 18th birthday party with family, friends, and a well hung STUD! It's hard to believe our little boy graduated high school and is a grown man now. I'm thrilled to say yesterday his cake was FROSTED! Congratulations and Happy Birthday Sweetheart! Please like, comment, and share to help us celebrate!

Brett's heart raced as a picture of his best friend filled the screen. Posted to the whole world was a photo of a hundred million sperm swimming on his face. Semen covered his nose, mouth, and squinting eyes. The Stud's cum was so thick and creamy it looked like cream cheese frosting. A smile on Kyle's face was barely visible underneath the Stud's seed that sparkled from the camera's flash.

The post went live 4 minutes ago and already had 76 likes.

"Holy shit. Is that geek Kyle actually gonna go viral? I must admit he got a really cute frosting photo. Did they hire a photographer?" Valerie asked.

Kyle's friends and family shared the post. Each time Valerie refreshed the page it got new comments. Kyle's date to Senior Prom commented, "Love the photo Kyle! Looks like your Stud was just as happy as you on your big day! <3"

Kyle's Dad commented, "Happy 18th birthday Son! We are so proud of you! Working overtime to pay the Stud fee was a small price to pay to see you happy! We're proud parents and also proud Stud Owners! -Love Dad."

Jacob commented, "You're lucky to have such cool parents! Also, Brett wanted me to ask if you did butt stuff with your Stud?"

Valerie slapped the table in a fit of laughter, and between laughs caught her breath. "Did you seriously ask that 'lil bro? Do you really think jerking a Stud off with your calloused little hand is enough to get a load that fucking massive?"

Mom scolded Valerie for saying curse words in her home. She rested a hand on her son's shoulder and asked how he felt. As Brett stared at the photo he said if his best friend was happy then he was happy too.

"This is really good for Kyle, especially before he goes to college. I don't date guys unless they get frosted by a Stud once they turn 18. Guys who are too insecure to get a Stud are selfish assholes. My girlfriend Sally at Alpha Delta Pi liked a guy that refused to get one on his 18th birthday and he was a total psycho. My sorority sisters came up with the phrase: If he's not been with a Stud, Nip it in the Bud."

After a moment of silence Brett asked, "Isn't it gay though? I mean to have another guy empty his balls on your face...let alone having sex with him. Things between Katie and I are getting pretty serious now too."

Valerie lost her patience and said, "It's not gay Brett! Society is more advanced now. Everyone in college has sex with each other. This is your chance to show the world that you're grown up enough to understand that. Guys that are manly enough to get a Stud are WAY fucking hotter. They're better in bed too."

Mom shot her daughter a disapproving look and folded her arms across her chest. The black V-neck she wore revealed more of her double D breasts than she preferred to show in public. She reached for her son's hand and looked into his eyes.

"Sweetheart I'd like to get you a Stud for your 18th birthday party like all your friends. I know it'll be expensive, but we still have the last of the child support from your father that can help pay for it."

She stood up from the table and grabbed a manilla envelope. Valerie couldn't hold back excited giggles. Brett felt his sister staring at him as Mom slid a piece of paper across the table.

"Your sister has offered to help as we navigate this process as a family. We need to support each other during this. First, we need to know your Stud preferences so we can make sure you're happy at the party sweetheart," Mom said.

The form had multiple fields that needed to be filled out. Brett blushed as he read it and grabbed a pen with a shaky hand. The blue pen hovered over the paper, but he couldn't make himself write. His family had been tight since Dad left, but this... this was a whole new level.

Mom shifted her chair close to Brett and pointed a finger at the form and read it out loud. "Sweetheart, the first two categories is your preference for Stud Height and Body Type."

Valerie interjected, "Baby bro, how you answer these questions matter. Do you want a birthday party that goes viral or not? Because if you do, you need to get a Stud that is at least 6 foot 7 inches and spends a lot of time at the gym."

Valerie grabbed the pen from her brother and wrote in blue ink what she said. The whole family watched Brett's reaction and after a moment of silence he hesitantly nodded.

"That's great angel. You're going to have so much fun at your party. The next category you need to fill out is Cock Length and Average Cum Load."

Brett rested his head in his hands and said, "How the hell am I supposed to answer this question? I've never been with a man in my life. I never even thought about it until I turned 18. The closest I've gotten to physical intimacy in my life is rubbing Katie's panties in the back of my car and she says I can't even do that right."

Mrs. Rose asked her daughter, "Valerie how important is Average Cum Load for going viral?"

"How much the Stud cums is really important! 'Lil bro, think about how many people will like your post when you're covered in a gallon of sperm! You need to work up your Stud nice and slow and get that frosting warmed up. Also, no offense Brett, but you don't want to get too eager on your first Stud. Maybe after the second one you can be bold, but I'm gonna be conservative and write you want him to be at least 8 inches long. But definitely no shorter than that baby bro."

Valerie wrote >9mL for average cum load and >8 inch dick on the form and then stood up and hugged her brother. "I'm so jealous of you Brett. Like OH MY GOD I wish this was my fucking party. What do you think Mom maybe I can get a Stud for my 21

st

birthday? Hahaha!"

Mom reminded Valerie again to stop cursing in her house and grabbed the preference form. She walked to the living room to call the agency to see what Stud options were available. The demand for Studs is greatest after high school graduation, so this was not the time to procrastinate.

Mom paced back and forth across the living room as she spoke to the Stud Agency. "Hi this is Mrs. Rose. I'm calling to find a Stud for my son's 18th birthday party. His preference is a man that is at least 6 foot 7 inches tall, heavily muscled, at least an 8 inch cock, and balls full of yummy frosting."

Valerie covered her mouth with both fists to contain her excitement. Her eyes scanned back and forth as she watched Mom pace in the living room. The kids listened as their Mom answered questions from the agency.

"We're willing to spare no expense...."

"No preference on ethnicity....."

"A Stud available in the next two weeks...."

"The perfect Stud is eager and able to accommodate what my family wants...."

Valerie's blue eyes opened wide as a deep, masculine voice was heard over the phone. It wasn't clear enough to make out the words, but it was obvious the voice belonged to an incredibly impressive male specimen. A Stud.

Mom was startled by the voice and said, "Hi, yes, I have an 18 year old son named Brett that needs his cake frosted."

After a short pause Mom's nervous giggling filled the house like a teenage girl talking to a crush. "Do you prefer I call you Stud? I can call you anything you want... Sir or Master maybe?"

Mom stopped pacing as she listened to the man on the other line. Then responded, "......Oohhhhh I LOVE that name. I'll make sure to call you that from now on. I prefer to be called Ms. Rose, I dropped the 'R' when Brett's father left. Thank god he's gone now..."

Mom held the phone to her ear with a shoulder and started to groom herself with both hands. She adjusted bra straps. Picked lint off her black top. Fingered the lacy thong hidden beneath her pants. She ran both hands over her double D breasts and then cupped them from the bottom causing them to appear even larger, before remembering the kids were watching.

Growing up Brett had to listen silently as his friends perved on his Mom. They said she had everything you want in a woman - big tits, hourglass figure, cum-on-me ass, and beautiful face. As Brett watched his Mom talk on the phone he realized he couldn't disagree. She is beautiful. It was a miracle Mom didn't have a single gray streak in her black hair after raising two kids by herself for the last six years.

Mom started again. "I love BIG boys. You sound perfect for my baby...his Mommy approves! I just hope as a single parent I can afford to pay what I'm sure is a high fee for such an impressive Stud as yourself..."

After a moment of silence, the house echoed with Mom's giggling. She twirled a lock of hair with her fingers as she listened to the Stud. It was obvious money wasn't going to stop this man from being at her son's birthday party.

It took several minutes and multiple goodbyes before the phone call ended. As Mom approached the kitchen table, Valerie's mouth opened wide as she boiled with anticipation.

Mom's face was glowing, and a blush spread across her cheeks as she looked at her son and said, "You've got a Stud now sweetheart."

Valerie screamed and rose from the kitchen table. Mom clapped excitedly. They broke into a dance party as Brett watched.

"I don't know if I can go through with this anymore."

Valerie got in her brother's face and said, "Seriously bro? Mom is going through all this work to get you a Stud. You better not embarrass us by being lame and not getting your cake frosted. Your future will be ruined if you can't drain a Stud's balls. You know that 'lil bro?"