This is the second part of a collaboration with OMB Stories. It's a little different from the stuff I usually write, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it!
Previous parts:
Part 1
Jorge opened his eyes and reached for the bottle of water that was lying next to his camping mat. He emptied it with a couple of eager gulps and closed his eyes again.
It had been a short night, and he had a serious hang-over.
He squinted to the side, to the empty mat next to him.
Where was Rich?
Suddenly, he remembered. Poor, dumb Rich. Losing his nuts to a cute little squirrel. What a jerk. He was probably still tied to that log by the fireplace.
Jorge chuckled.
What a night.
He reached between his legs and fondled his fat balls and his raging erection. “Hello, buddy”, he mumbled as he slowly jerked his dick. Nothing like a good hand-job to start the day.
He closed his eyes as he stroked his meaty cock.
Judging from the snoring that came from the other tent, Greg and Thom were still sleeping.
Jorge let out a deep sigh.
The birds were singing. In the distance, he heard the rushing of water and the distinct knocking sounds of a woodpecker.
The wonders of nature.
Jorge increased the pace. Usually, it didn’t take long for him to shoot his morning load. He had perfected the art of the handjob, partly out of necessity. His balls were always churning with cum, and they needed to be drained on a regular basis.
A couple of months ago, after a skating accident, he had broken his right arm. His jerking arm. A catastrophe. He had been so fucking horny. He had driven his frat brothers mad until Thom had agreed – reluctantly – to help him out, for the sake of peace and quiet. He hadn’t been bad at it. Pretty good, actually. Nevertheless, Jorge had been very happy when the plaster had come off. Now he only employed Thom’s services once or twice a week, out of habit.
Jorge felt his load rising.
The woodpecker had come closer.
Suddenly, there was a shrill shriek.
Jorge sat up in his tent. “What the fuck?!”
The screaming continued, and Jorge rushed out of his tent, bare naked, his big, fat cock smacking against his abs.
Thom and Greg were crawling out of their tent, both of them wearing nothing but their boxers.
“What’s going on?” Greg yawned.
Jorge stared at the log by the fireplace. “Holy shit!”
Greg and Thom joined him, taking in the bizarre scene that was playing out in front of them.
Rich was screaming from the top of his lungs. He was tied to the log, his legs spread wide, his nutless sack dangling between his thighs. The woodpecker was sitting on his ass, pecking away at the root of his fat, throbbing cock.
Jorge, Thom and Greg burst out laughing.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Rich yelled as the woodpecker drilled away at his throbbing cock.
“Damn! That’s what I call morning wood!” Greg quipped to the roaring laughter of his friends.
“It’s funny – with his nuts gone I thought he’d never have a boner again”, Thom mumbled, scratching his muscular abs.
The woodpecker was almost done. Rich’s meaty dick was hanging by a thread.
With a well-placed peck, the woodpecker severed Rich’s fat schlong from his body, and it landed in the grass with a dull thud.
His buddies roared with laughter as Rich, now completely de-sexed, was screaming from the top of his lungs.
“Well, looks like you’re right”, Greg mused. “He’ll never have a boner again…”
Thom and Jorge laughed.
“Look, it’s moving”, Jorge shrieked with laughter, pointing at the Rich’s severed dick that seemed to have a life of its own.
Thom squinted. “It’s ants! They’re probably bringing it to their anthill.”
“I bet it’ll make a pretty impressive pillar in the royal hall”, Greg laughed. He glanced at Jorge’s rock-hard dick and chuckled. “Be careful, buddy, they might need a second column to match!”
Jorge let out a cackling laugh and grabbed his dick by the root. “Come and get it, you miserable fucking crawlers!”
The woodpecker turned its head, obviously attracted to Jorge’s distinctive laugh.
Jorge was oblivious to the danger, and he continued joking as the ants disappeared into the woods, carrying Rich’s detached cock. “Be careful, though – this one’s a lot bigger than the other one!”
The three handsome guys roared with laughter.
Suddenly, the woodpecker attacked, heading right for Jorge’s crotch.
With a single peck, it pierced Jorge’s fat left nut.
Jorge’s cackling laugh stopped immediately as his eyes widened in surprise and pain.
Thom and Greg hooted with laughter as the woodpecker flew away, Jorge’s fat, meaty testicle firmly attached to its beak.
“My nut!” Jorge stuttered, staring at his crotch. His erection withered rapidly, as if it was mourning the loss of a dear friend.
His buddies thought that Jorge’s half-filled sack looked hilarious.
Even Rich’s foul mood improved as he burst out laughing at his buddy’s misfortune.
“Now the laugh’s on you!” Rich yelled cheerfully, momentarily forgetting about the yawning void in his crotch.
“At least I have a nut and a dick left!” Jorge spat, shaking his remaining equipment at his buddy.
Rich let out an annoyed grunt. “Fuck you! Come on, guys, untie me!”
An hour later, they were sitting by the fireplace, heating up some beans for breakfast.
“Anybody want a sausage?” Greg asked.
“I’m fine, thanks”, Thom said, munching away on the half-cooked beans.
“Me too”, Jorge chimed in.
Greg looked at Rich and grinned. “What about you? You look like you’re all out of sausage…”
“Very funny”, Rich mumbled as his buddies roared with laughter.
After they had finished eating, Jorge went back into his tent. “I need to make sure that the plumbing is still working”, he said with a wide grin, adjusting his crotch.
“Well, why don’t we turn this into a game?” Greg said.
Jorge turned on his heels. “Like what?”
“Well, see who can last the longest. The first guy to cum gets a kick in the nuts from each of us.”
“Oh wait”, Greg chuckled. “We can’t play games like that anymore can we?” he said staring at Rich.
“Well, there are still some games we can play”, Rich exclaimed holding a bottle of scotch in his hand and giving them all a knowing smile.
“Whatever guys, I gotta go jerk off. I’m horny as fuck.” Jorge said, disappearing into his tent.
“We’ll wait for him to get back” Thom decided.
6 minutes later and Jorge had re-emerged, thoughtfully bringing shot glasses with him.
“What the fuck, bro - 6 minutes?! Gee, who thought losing a nut would cut you down so much?” laughed Thom.
“Oh please, like any of you bastards do any better”, retorted Jorge.
His boasting was cut short when Greg gave him a backhand to his nut. “Fuck you man, you know my record is 6 hours.”
Jorge curled up into a ball.
Rich passed him the scotch to help ease the pain.
“Right, let’s get this started”, Greg declared. “Rich, you go first.”
“We playing dares?”
“Of course, what else?”
“Ok, I dare Thom to suck off Greg.”
“Dude! What the fuck?” Greg cried “Do I get any say in this?”
“No.”
“Thom, your go.” Rich looked at Thom expectantly.
“Come on man, just take the shot- you aren’t sucking me off”, Greg told Thom.
“Come on Greg, you know how bad I am with alcohol” Thom deflected.
“It wasn’t a problem last night!” chuckled Jorge.
“Look I just don’t think I can take any more” said Thom, getting closer to Greg.
“Guess I’ll just have to…”
Thom started unzipping Greg’s jeans much to Greg’s dismay.
“Thom, tell me this is a joke.”
Thom suddenly ripped Greg’s dick out his fly telling him it was anything but.
“Don’t worry I’ll do a good job” winked Thom.
Greg stared at his best friend as he stuck his cock into his mouth and started sucking.
Here he was, one of the biggest, most well respected guys on campus getting sucked off by his bro. They better not tell anyone about this, Greg thought to himself. As much as he hated to admit it, though, he was enjoying the sensation.
Several rounds later and the guys were starting to get super tipsy, there’d been a fair amount of forfeiting ridiculous dares like “eat the guy next to you’s ass” and “stick your dick in the camp fire for 30 seconds.”
Wanting to see an actual dare carried out, Jorge decided to take advantage of Greg’s subtle homophobia some more by placing him in another awkward position with Thom.
“I dare Thom and Greg to hike to the lake over the mountain”, he said with a grin.
“Sure!” said Greg. standing up and getting ready to go.
“I haven’t finished yet. I dare Thom and Greg to hike to the lake over the mountain and back. Naked.”
Thom’s dick bounced with excitement at the very thought.
“Oh come on, man!” Greg sounded annoyed.
“Gimme another shot.”
Thom looked disappointed.
“Oops, looks like we’re out”, said Rich holding up the empty bottle.
“Then what’s the forefeit?”
“50 kicks to the nuts. From both of us”, Jorge said smiling.
“On second thoughts…” Greg started undressing and soon he and Thom were hiking to the lake.
When they arrived the water was clear and cold, and it felt great on their naked skin.
A couple of minutes later, they sat down at the water’s edge.
“It’s funny”, Thom chuckled. “Yesterday the squirrels, today the woodpecker – looks like nature has it in for Rich.”
Greg laughed. “Rich is an idiot. Didn’t know how to use his equipment anyway, right?”
Thom grinned. “Yeah.” He stretched his limbs and yawned. “What an idiot.”
Thom lay down on the sand, his naked body outstretched as he tanned his torso.
He began to drift off, and few moments later he was snoring.
Greg watched his best friend, an amused expression on his face as he saw Thom’s dick fatten and grow.
The sun was high in the sky, and Thom’s erect dick was acting as a sundial.
Greg chuckled. Thom was going to get a nasty case of sunburn on his fat, meaty dick.
With his friend passed out from all the booze he consumed earlier, Greg decided to go for a walk around into the forest.
Suddenly, there was a stirring in the water and two beavers emerged from the water, heading straight for Thom.
Half an hour later, when Greg returned, he saw a strange sight. The beavers were standing on either side of Thom’s erect dick looking at it curiously. For a moment, Greg thought about waking his friend.
Then again, he was curious what the beavers were up to.
It looked like they had a plan.
“Wow”, Greg chuckled, leaning forward from the bushes as he watched the beavers bare their teeth.
Simultaneously, they went to work on Thom’s pride and joy.
One of them focused on the root of Thom’s dick, and the other one seized up the glans.
They dug their sharp teeth into Thom’s meaty schlong at the same time, making Greg laugh out loud.
Thom was rudely awakened as the beavers gnawed away at his fat boner, and he screamed from the top of his lungs, his eyes widening in shock and pain.
Within seconds, the tip of his dick was gnawed off, neatly separated from his shaft just below the rim of his glans. A moment later, the shaft was detached from his crotch, leaving him with his fat, round balls dangling low in his sack.
“Nooooooooooooo!” Thom yelled, his face filled with horror as the beavers made off with his severed shaft, disappearing into the lake. They left the glans at the shore. It looked bizarre, positively ridiculous.
Greg roared with laughter.
“What the fuck was that?!” Thom gasped, staring at his groin.
Greg shrugged his shoulders. “They took your wood”, he chuckled.
“But---“ Thom blinked. “But---“
“Oh, come on, you weren’t using it anyway”, Greg grinned. “That imaginary girlfriend of yours…” He let out a laugh. “You don’t really believe that anybody fell for that, huh?”
Thom stared at him.
Greg grabbed Thom’s separated glans and weighed it in his hand. “Look at it this way: The beavers are probably going to stabilize their dam with it.” He looked at the lake. “At least now it’s serving a purpose.” He let out a laugh and threw Thom’s useless dickhead into the lake.
It bounced on the surface of the water a couple of times before sinking in the middle of the lake.
Greg turned to Thom, a proud grin on his face.
Thom blinked.
“Come on, I can’t wait to tell the others”, Greg chuckled, helping his buddy up. “It isn’t often that you see real beavers at work, right?”
As expected, Jorge and Rich agreed with Greg that the story was hilarious.
“Holy fucking shit!” Rich laughed. “I’d hate to be you! You’ve still got the cum factory but not the dispenser!”
Thom shot him an angry look and punched him in the crotch.
Rich roared with laughter. “No balls, fucker!” He retaliated with a nutpunch of his own, crunching Thom’s dangling balls into his body and making him let out an anguished grunt as he collapsed on the ground.
His buddies were laughing their asses off.
That night, Thom had trouble falling asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those hellish beavers gnaw at his dick.
Next to him, Greg was snoring.
Thom stared at the ceiling of the tent.
What a fucking nightmare.
His balls were killing him. He was so fucking horny – and there was no relief!
He balled his fists.
Fucking nightmare.
It was as if he could hear his balls producing cum. Gallons and gallons of cum, stored in those fat, swollen balls. But there was no way to relieve the pressure.
He let out an angry grunt.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He sat up straight and reached for his back-pack.
The dildos!
Thank god he had brought them!
He grabbed the biggest one, spat on it, and shoved it into his ass, grimacing as he felt his hole stretch.
“Come on”, he mumbled, thrusting the dildo deep inside his hole. “Come on!”
Two hours later, he gave up.
He had gone through all the dildos, trying them all separately and in bold and daring combinations. His hole was stretched and sore.
And he was hornier than ever.
He let out a frustrated sigh and looked at his watch.
Only four more hours until sunrise.
Previous parts:
Part 1
Jorge opened his eyes and reached for the bottle of water that was lying next to his camping mat. He emptied it with a couple of eager gulps and closed his eyes again.
It had been a short night, and he had a serious hang-over.
He squinted to the side, to the empty mat next to him.
Where was Rich?
Suddenly, he remembered. Poor, dumb Rich. Losing his nuts to a cute little squirrel. What a jerk. He was probably still tied to that log by the fireplace.
Jorge chuckled.
What a night.
He reached between his legs and fondled his fat balls and his raging erection. “Hello, buddy”, he mumbled as he slowly jerked his dick. Nothing like a good hand-job to start the day.
He closed his eyes as he stroked his meaty cock.
Judging from the snoring that came from the other tent, Greg and Thom were still sleeping.
Jorge let out a deep sigh.
The birds were singing. In the distance, he heard the rushing of water and the distinct knocking sounds of a woodpecker.
The wonders of nature.
Jorge increased the pace. Usually, it didn’t take long for him to shoot his morning load. He had perfected the art of the handjob, partly out of necessity. His balls were always churning with cum, and they needed to be drained on a regular basis.
A couple of months ago, after a skating accident, he had broken his right arm. His jerking arm. A catastrophe. He had been so fucking horny. He had driven his frat brothers mad until Thom had agreed – reluctantly – to help him out, for the sake of peace and quiet. He hadn’t been bad at it. Pretty good, actually. Nevertheless, Jorge had been very happy when the plaster had come off. Now he only employed Thom’s services once or twice a week, out of habit.
Jorge felt his load rising.
The woodpecker had come closer.
Suddenly, there was a shrill shriek.
Jorge sat up in his tent. “What the fuck?!”
The screaming continued, and Jorge rushed out of his tent, bare naked, his big, fat cock smacking against his abs.
Thom and Greg were crawling out of their tent, both of them wearing nothing but their boxers.
“What’s going on?” Greg yawned.
Jorge stared at the log by the fireplace. “Holy shit!”
Greg and Thom joined him, taking in the bizarre scene that was playing out in front of them.
Rich was screaming from the top of his lungs. He was tied to the log, his legs spread wide, his nutless sack dangling between his thighs. The woodpecker was sitting on his ass, pecking away at the root of his fat, throbbing cock.
Jorge, Thom and Greg burst out laughing.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Rich yelled as the woodpecker drilled away at his throbbing cock.
“Damn! That’s what I call morning wood!” Greg quipped to the roaring laughter of his friends.
“It’s funny – with his nuts gone I thought he’d never have a boner again”, Thom mumbled, scratching his muscular abs.
The woodpecker was almost done. Rich’s meaty dick was hanging by a thread.
With a well-placed peck, the woodpecker severed Rich’s fat schlong from his body, and it landed in the grass with a dull thud.
His buddies roared with laughter as Rich, now completely de-sexed, was screaming from the top of his lungs.
“Well, looks like you’re right”, Greg mused. “He’ll never have a boner again…”
Thom and Jorge laughed.
“Look, it’s moving”, Jorge shrieked with laughter, pointing at the Rich’s severed dick that seemed to have a life of its own.
Thom squinted. “It’s ants! They’re probably bringing it to their anthill.”
“I bet it’ll make a pretty impressive pillar in the royal hall”, Greg laughed. He glanced at Jorge’s rock-hard dick and chuckled. “Be careful, buddy, they might need a second column to match!”
Jorge let out a cackling laugh and grabbed his dick by the root. “Come and get it, you miserable fucking crawlers!”
The woodpecker turned its head, obviously attracted to Jorge’s distinctive laugh.
Jorge was oblivious to the danger, and he continued joking as the ants disappeared into the woods, carrying Rich’s detached cock. “Be careful, though – this one’s a lot bigger than the other one!”
The three handsome guys roared with laughter.
Suddenly, the woodpecker attacked, heading right for Jorge’s crotch.
With a single peck, it pierced Jorge’s fat left nut.
Jorge’s cackling laugh stopped immediately as his eyes widened in surprise and pain.
Thom and Greg hooted with laughter as the woodpecker flew away, Jorge’s fat, meaty testicle firmly attached to its beak.
“My nut!” Jorge stuttered, staring at his crotch. His erection withered rapidly, as if it was mourning the loss of a dear friend.
His buddies thought that Jorge’s half-filled sack looked hilarious.
Even Rich’s foul mood improved as he burst out laughing at his buddy’s misfortune.
“Now the laugh’s on you!” Rich yelled cheerfully, momentarily forgetting about the yawning void in his crotch.
“At least I have a nut and a dick left!” Jorge spat, shaking his remaining equipment at his buddy.
Rich let out an annoyed grunt. “Fuck you! Come on, guys, untie me!”
An hour later, they were sitting by the fireplace, heating up some beans for breakfast.
“Anybody want a sausage?” Greg asked.
“I’m fine, thanks”, Thom said, munching away on the half-cooked beans.
“Me too”, Jorge chimed in.
Greg looked at Rich and grinned. “What about you? You look like you’re all out of sausage…”
“Very funny”, Rich mumbled as his buddies roared with laughter.
After they had finished eating, Jorge went back into his tent. “I need to make sure that the plumbing is still working”, he said with a wide grin, adjusting his crotch.
“Well, why don’t we turn this into a game?” Greg said.
Jorge turned on his heels. “Like what?”
“Well, see who can last the longest. The first guy to cum gets a kick in the nuts from each of us.”
“Oh wait”, Greg chuckled. “We can’t play games like that anymore can we?” he said staring at Rich.
“Well, there are still some games we can play”, Rich exclaimed holding a bottle of scotch in his hand and giving them all a knowing smile.
“Whatever guys, I gotta go jerk off. I’m horny as fuck.” Jorge said, disappearing into his tent.
“We’ll wait for him to get back” Thom decided.
6 minutes later and Jorge had re-emerged, thoughtfully bringing shot glasses with him.
“What the fuck, bro - 6 minutes?! Gee, who thought losing a nut would cut you down so much?” laughed Thom.
“Oh please, like any of you bastards do any better”, retorted Jorge.
His boasting was cut short when Greg gave him a backhand to his nut. “Fuck you man, you know my record is 6 hours.”
Jorge curled up into a ball.
Rich passed him the scotch to help ease the pain.
“Right, let’s get this started”, Greg declared. “Rich, you go first.”
“We playing dares?”
“Of course, what else?”
“Ok, I dare Thom to suck off Greg.”
“Dude! What the fuck?” Greg cried “Do I get any say in this?”
“No.”
“Thom, your go.” Rich looked at Thom expectantly.
“Come on man, just take the shot- you aren’t sucking me off”, Greg told Thom.
“Come on Greg, you know how bad I am with alcohol” Thom deflected.
“It wasn’t a problem last night!” chuckled Jorge.
“Look I just don’t think I can take any more” said Thom, getting closer to Greg.
“Guess I’ll just have to…”
Thom started unzipping Greg’s jeans much to Greg’s dismay.
“Thom, tell me this is a joke.”
Thom suddenly ripped Greg’s dick out his fly telling him it was anything but.
“Don’t worry I’ll do a good job” winked Thom.
Greg stared at his best friend as he stuck his cock into his mouth and started sucking.
Here he was, one of the biggest, most well respected guys on campus getting sucked off by his bro. They better not tell anyone about this, Greg thought to himself. As much as he hated to admit it, though, he was enjoying the sensation.
Several rounds later and the guys were starting to get super tipsy, there’d been a fair amount of forfeiting ridiculous dares like “eat the guy next to you’s ass” and “stick your dick in the camp fire for 30 seconds.”
Wanting to see an actual dare carried out, Jorge decided to take advantage of Greg’s subtle homophobia some more by placing him in another awkward position with Thom.
“I dare Thom and Greg to hike to the lake over the mountain”, he said with a grin.
“Sure!” said Greg. standing up and getting ready to go.
“I haven’t finished yet. I dare Thom and Greg to hike to the lake over the mountain and back. Naked.”
Thom’s dick bounced with excitement at the very thought.
“Oh come on, man!” Greg sounded annoyed.
“Gimme another shot.”
Thom looked disappointed.
“Oops, looks like we’re out”, said Rich holding up the empty bottle.
“Then what’s the forefeit?”
“50 kicks to the nuts. From both of us”, Jorge said smiling.
“On second thoughts…” Greg started undressing and soon he and Thom were hiking to the lake.
When they arrived the water was clear and cold, and it felt great on their naked skin.
A couple of minutes later, they sat down at the water’s edge.
“It’s funny”, Thom chuckled. “Yesterday the squirrels, today the woodpecker – looks like nature has it in for Rich.”
Greg laughed. “Rich is an idiot. Didn’t know how to use his equipment anyway, right?”
Thom grinned. “Yeah.” He stretched his limbs and yawned. “What an idiot.”
Thom lay down on the sand, his naked body outstretched as he tanned his torso.
He began to drift off, and few moments later he was snoring.
Greg watched his best friend, an amused expression on his face as he saw Thom’s dick fatten and grow.
The sun was high in the sky, and Thom’s erect dick was acting as a sundial.
Greg chuckled. Thom was going to get a nasty case of sunburn on his fat, meaty dick.
With his friend passed out from all the booze he consumed earlier, Greg decided to go for a walk around into the forest.
Suddenly, there was a stirring in the water and two beavers emerged from the water, heading straight for Thom.
Half an hour later, when Greg returned, he saw a strange sight. The beavers were standing on either side of Thom’s erect dick looking at it curiously. For a moment, Greg thought about waking his friend.
Then again, he was curious what the beavers were up to.
It looked like they had a plan.
“Wow”, Greg chuckled, leaning forward from the bushes as he watched the beavers bare their teeth.
Simultaneously, they went to work on Thom’s pride and joy.
One of them focused on the root of Thom’s dick, and the other one seized up the glans.
They dug their sharp teeth into Thom’s meaty schlong at the same time, making Greg laugh out loud.
Thom was rudely awakened as the beavers gnawed away at his fat boner, and he screamed from the top of his lungs, his eyes widening in shock and pain.
Within seconds, the tip of his dick was gnawed off, neatly separated from his shaft just below the rim of his glans. A moment later, the shaft was detached from his crotch, leaving him with his fat, round balls dangling low in his sack.
“Nooooooooooooo!” Thom yelled, his face filled with horror as the beavers made off with his severed shaft, disappearing into the lake. They left the glans at the shore. It looked bizarre, positively ridiculous.
Greg roared with laughter.
“What the fuck was that?!” Thom gasped, staring at his groin.
Greg shrugged his shoulders. “They took your wood”, he chuckled.
“But---“ Thom blinked. “But---“
“Oh, come on, you weren’t using it anyway”, Greg grinned. “That imaginary girlfriend of yours…” He let out a laugh. “You don’t really believe that anybody fell for that, huh?”
Thom stared at him.
Greg grabbed Thom’s separated glans and weighed it in his hand. “Look at it this way: The beavers are probably going to stabilize their dam with it.” He looked at the lake. “At least now it’s serving a purpose.” He let out a laugh and threw Thom’s useless dickhead into the lake.
It bounced on the surface of the water a couple of times before sinking in the middle of the lake.
Greg turned to Thom, a proud grin on his face.
Thom blinked.
“Come on, I can’t wait to tell the others”, Greg chuckled, helping his buddy up. “It isn’t often that you see real beavers at work, right?”
As expected, Jorge and Rich agreed with Greg that the story was hilarious.
“Holy fucking shit!” Rich laughed. “I’d hate to be you! You’ve still got the cum factory but not the dispenser!”
Thom shot him an angry look and punched him in the crotch.
Rich roared with laughter. “No balls, fucker!” He retaliated with a nutpunch of his own, crunching Thom’s dangling balls into his body and making him let out an anguished grunt as he collapsed on the ground.
His buddies were laughing their asses off.
That night, Thom had trouble falling asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those hellish beavers gnaw at his dick.
Next to him, Greg was snoring.
Thom stared at the ceiling of the tent.
What a fucking nightmare.
His balls were killing him. He was so fucking horny – and there was no relief!
He balled his fists.
Fucking nightmare.
It was as if he could hear his balls producing cum. Gallons and gallons of cum, stored in those fat, swollen balls. But there was no way to relieve the pressure.
He let out an angry grunt.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He sat up straight and reached for his back-pack.
The dildos!
Thank god he had brought them!
He grabbed the biggest one, spat on it, and shoved it into his ass, grimacing as he felt his hole stretch.
“Come on”, he mumbled, thrusting the dildo deep inside his hole. “Come on!”
Two hours later, he gave up.
He had gone through all the dildos, trying them all separately and in bold and daring combinations. His hole was stretched and sore.
And he was hornier than ever.
He let out a frustrated sigh and looked at his watch.
Only four more hours until sunrise.
7 comments:
I do understand why the voting is like it is. It's very different from your normal stuff, and a bit more out there. It's more unbelievable than your other stories. Like, a single peck of a woodpecker taking away a nut? Ehhhh... but with that being said. I do like the change of pace. The boys losing their equipment to the amusement of each other. That part is good, and I'm very sure someone enjoys this kind of stuff a lot more than I do. But I feel like with the votes the way they are, a comment should be left. To me, the issue isn't what's happened, but moreso how it happened. I am looking forward to reading the next story, more than most of your multi-part stories honestly. Because this is interesting. I just wish it was a bit closer to the realm of possibility. I get it's fantasy, but it's impossible to suspend my disbelief reading this.
I think it's great. I would say maybe a bit more real, but by that I mean slow it down so I can enjoy the lovely detail hehe :P
and I would agree with the other guy, in that I like fantasy (LOVE it, really) but maybe more realistic in the sense that things don't happen so fast...maybe savor the ridiculous gore a bit more?
However, I'm just so happy for this great, absurd and sexy tale that I you could do whatever you want. Your "weird ones" are HEAVEN to the part of your base that likes it!
Thanks for your feedback, guys! I really appreciate it!
You are right, this series is different from my usual work. It's weird and crazy and utterly unrealistic - but I'm really enjoying writing it together with OMBStories. One of the greatest things about artistic collaborations is that the result is pretty unpredictable. :-))
Keep up the good work.
You should most definitely write more stories involveing animals
Thanks for your feedback! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :-))
love it, great part 2, love the humilation from the guys, and hope he gets his hole even good fucked from the other 2 guys, the other guy cant anymore fuck him-)
Thanks for your feedback, Michael! :-))
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