Terry waited at the corner of the street, looking down at his phone. According to Grindr, the hookup was at exactly 7 PM. So where the fuck was this dude? 7 had come and gone, leaving him standing by a stop sign for at least 30 minutes looking like a creeper.
Just as he was getting ready to leave, he heard a loud engine roar coming behind him. Fingers crossed, he turned around and let out sigh of relief. Just as he was told, the black Charger came barreling down the street, coming to a stop right next to him. A black tinted window rolled down, revealing his elusive date, Jaxon. Wafts of marijuana smoke seeped out of the open window, no doubt leaving a lingering cloud even after the car was to speed away.
“Whatchyu waitin’ for? Get in.” Eagerly, Terry scuttled over to the passenger’s door, and got into the growling car. Jaxon looked him up and down with a sexy scowl, giving Terry a nonchalant, disinterested vibe that was completely addictive. Just from his short chat on Grindr with him, he knew Jaxon was the type of guy that would fuck you til kingdom cum, and leave you on the sidewalk covered in his seed for all to see. And there was something about that attitude that absolutely sunk Terry, hook, line, and sinker.
“Thanks for picking me up.” Terry tried his best to be chipper and pleasant, knowing he’d get nothing in return. Jaxon let out a nearly silent chuckle, shaking his head.
“Yeah. You look like a good cumdump.” Terry’s member sprang to attention at Jaxon’s sultry, sexy voice. Jaxon took a puff of his joint, and handed it to Terry, not even gifting him a glance. Terry had never done drugs before, but for this alpha stud, he’d do pretty much anything. Bringing the damp paper roll to his lips, he inhaled a small puff, coughing and hacking up like a TB patient. “Fuckin’ Jesus.” He heard Jaxon berate him, before handing him back the joint. Jaxon snatched it from Terry’s fingers, and in a fluid movement, took his other hand and grabbed Terry by the chin.
“Don’t fuckin’ waste my weed. I’ll give you a drag of somethin’ better.” Terry’s head was launched down to Jaxon’s crotch, covered by his cum stained joggers. “Yeah, you like that. Take that in, bitch.” Terry sniffed in ecstasy, taking in the subtle, but ripe smell of ballsweat and built up cum from beneath the fabric. He felt Jaxon’s gigantic member throbbing through the sweats, and moaned as he felt a sticky patch of precum coat his underwear.
The ride to Jaxon’s apartment wasn’t long, and by the time his face had been released from the musky crotch, Terry realized he was there. “Aight, let’s go, cumdump.” Jaxon led Terry up a flight of stairs, arriving at a grimy, beat up apartment door. He walked in, barely getting to take in his surroundings before Jaxon had spun him around and had him on his knees, directly in front of his smelly, dirty, uncut cock. “Suck it.”
Terry sniffed the stinking cock, and placed his lips around it’s pre-dripping head. His plans of starting slowly were thwarted, as Jaxon speared his head onto the filthy cock, lodging it deep into his throat. Jaxon hadn’t cleaned that cock in days, a nice coating of smeg covered Terry’s tongue as his mouth was fucked voraciously. With every choking thrust into his mouth, Terry was in absolute heaven. He had a sexy, studly bad boy in his midst, and was being manhandled to perfection. In fact, he was so caught up in the pleasure and the heat and the friction, that he didn’t see Axel slowly making his way behind him.
See, what Terry didn’t know, was that Jaxon was already taken. By quite the stud named Axel. Unfortunately, while tagging the local police station, Axel had come under a bit of heat- especially because of his parole. So, he needed a good place to hide. Enter the blissfully unaware Terry, head speared on his boyfriend’s cock. Jaxon winked at Axel as he face fucked the perfect disguise.
Terry had no chance. By the time he had come up for breath, Axel had already begun his sprint from across the room. As if he were jumping off a diving block, he streamline dove right into Terry’s back, his whole body entering the prey’s- ending with a satisfying *pop* as the last of his beat up high tops was engulfed into the gelatinous body. Terry opened his mouth to scream in shock, allowing Jaxon to shove his filthy member right back into it’s rightful place. He began to emit these loud gurgling noises, as Axel’s significantly larger body began to make itself comfortable from within him.
Terry sat on his knees, his body stretching and distorting like a rubber costume as Jaxon moaned and grunted in his thrusts. Looking down at the husk, Jaxon smirked in anticipation, watching Axel adjust himself within Terry. Two lumps traveled down the arms, into the fingers, immediately grasping Jaxon’s hairy thighs. The sloshing sound died down as the last bulge forced it’s way up the throat, pausing only for a moment in building tension to burst right into Terry’s head. The eyes opened, now completely black.
Jaxon blew a gigantic load into his boyfriend’s mouth, letting out an animalistic, guttural roar. He pulled out, leaving a trail of cum and smeg in the husk’s mouth, eagerly waiting to hear the voice of Axel come out of this little fucker. “So, whaddya think?” Axel rose to his feet, cracking his neck and knuckles before aggressively grabbing Jaxon’s head and pulling it in for a sloppy, filthy french; their spits mixing with cum and pungent cock cheese. They pulled apart for only a moment, only to let the gravelly, rough voice pour out of Axel’s mouth.
“Good job, babe. Now, lemme get a little more comfortable.” Axel’s body began to bubble and inflate, packing on some rock hard muscle. He grew to his former 6′1, his shoulders broadened and his waist narrowed. A perky, round bubble butt and thunder thighs ballooned out, shredding Terry’s jeans. Using his now gigantic, meaty hands, he pulled, twisted, sculpted, and stretched his pliable face, leaving a perfect mix of Terry and Axel’s faces. He groped and prodded his new, now clean cut body, something vastly from what he used to be. “Heh, let’s see the cops find me now.” Jaxon grabbed his new and improved boyfriend, hiding behind that innocent little face, immediately going down on his 11 inch cock and dangling orbs.
The two made vigorous love for about three days straight, taking no breaks, not leaving the apartment, not showering... When the cops showed up that weekend, the mere smell of the two swaggites sent them packin’. Axel had made his great escape, but knew they wouldn’t be entirely safe. The cops would come back, and come down on Jaxon looking for him. So, what else to do, but pull out his phone, snap a picture of his new visage, and jump on Grindr.
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