[Lustful Encounters] (Completed) Author: aaron123dodo

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Author: aaron123dodo
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Chapter 1
With his parents away for the entire week, George was excited, eating grapes in the kitchen while mentally planning
his fun. First, he needed to get rid of the servants, a problem he'd solved early that morning:
a thousand dollars each, paid as usual. This wasn't the first time he'd gotten rid of them; they were all very sensible
.
What to do next? He definitely wouldn't go to school for the next few days. The school was used to him skipping classes anyway; after all, it
was a private high school, and money could buy anything. Should he throw a pool party? No, no,
Franklin had just thrown a pool party last week; if he threw one now, he'd be compared to them, and where would he put his face?
That guy was really something, getting his dad to charter a private jet to send several of Hollywood's hottest fashion icons to
Long Island overnight. With his parents away, George couldn't be as affectionate with them, so he definitely couldn't put on such a show.
Thinking about it, George couldn't help but feel a little bored. After all, pool parties were the most direct way for him to achieve his goal of pleasure
. Moreover, such gatherings allowed him to maintain his popularity at school
, a win-win situation.
Of course, he wasn't particularly interested in whether he was popular with those poor bastards and idiots. But he
knew very well that a notorious and flamboyant rich kid like himself would
likely suffer a terrible fate if he didn't become a trendsetter.
High school students are actually very easy to control; as long as you remain the center of attention at school, you'll never lack attention
and admiration. Some people are bullied for doing certain things, while others are forgiven for doing the same things, even
praised for their courage. George had seen these interpersonal skills from his parents since childhood, naturally
influenced by them.
Therefore, although George was the school's undisputed "public bus," having licked the dicks of the entire football team,
no one dared to say anything. The difference between lewdness and avant-garde, between weakness and dominance, was merely a matter of how others
perceived your personal will. Both were pursuits that defied the norm, but some became fashionable while others became outdated
. George, of course, wouldn't let himself fall behind, because he had a very useful tool at his disposal:
money.
He was aware of the gossip circulating at school, but he didn't care. Let
them talk; if things got a bit out of hand, he'd throw a big party to pay off the trouble. What they thought in their hearts didn't
matter, as long as it wasn't brought up publicly, he was content. Contentment was enough. George
didn't have an excessive pursuit of power and wealth; perhaps he'd been used to it since childhood and didn't value it. Power and wealth
were merely tools for him to securely obtain what he most desired. As long as he had what he most craved, everything else
was insignificant. And what he most craved was to be 　　fucked senseless by
a thick, swollen, throbbing, hot, menacing cock. 　　How to gain power has different paths for different people. Some people admire physical strength, 　　others spiritual strength, but the financial aristocracy of Long Island naturally admires the power of money. Money represents 　　the flow of needs between people; it is neither physical nor spiritual, but its versatility makes it extremely useful. 　　From a young age, George was instilled with various economic and even political thought patterns. However, George always knew that 　　deep within him lay another unfulfilled desire. 　　His parents told him that money was the most reliable power. So, if others approached him because of his wealth, 　　it was perfectly normal, a recognition of his power. Yet, as early as elementary school , 　　various signs arose in George's heart: the poorest student in his class, the sports representative whom he despised the most, 　　was far more popular than him. This phenomenon became even more pronounced in middle school: no matter 　　how much he and other wealthy students tried to win people over, the most admired and recognized figures in school were often the team 　　captains or cheerleaders. 　　By adolescence, George suddenly understood: those people possessed a different kind of power. A 　　primal, wild power. It was an instinctive aesthetic, and money was utterly powerless against this instinct. 　　Ultimately, money is a tool to satisfy desires, while the power those people possessed was the 　　very essence of those desires. 　　After this realization, George tried to train hard, hoping to acquire that standard of masculine beauty. However, 　　no matter what he did, he was still completely unable to compare with those athletes in terms of height and physique. He had 　　a handsome face, and years of training had given him a good physique, but every time he saw the football team members 　　walking by, sweating profusely, shirtless, chatting and laughing, he clearly realized: those robust, strong 　　bodies, that naturally exuding masculinity—he could never possess them. 　　In other words, a certain power, no matter how rich or powerful he was, he could never obtain. 　　Year after year passed, and this deep-seated despair and panic gradually transformed into obsession. If he couldn't become 　　that kind of person, then at least he could possess that kind of person. He gradually found his worship of the male body constantly 　　escalating, sometimes even to the point of fanaticism. Finally, in his final year of junior high, he couldn't resist moving the drunken basketball team captain from the party 　　to his bed, greedily licking and sucking every inch of that youthful, strong male body. When the unconscious basketball 　　captain couldn't help but ejaculate, George felt the large, hot glans filling his mouth 　　throbbing violently, the fervor in his heart almost driving him mad. That night, without even taking off his pants, his still-developing 　　penis convulsed and ejaculated with the basketball captain's climax. 　　From that day on, he was very clear: this was the power he wanted, and in the face of this power, 　　everything else about him was insignificant. 　　Hanging up the phone, George felt smug about his idea. He hummed a little tune, opened the refrigerator, and casually 　　took out the fruit that the maid had prepared beforehand. He turned and walked to the living room, lazily turned on the TV, and plopped 　　down on the suede sofa.

Pool parties weren't an option, which was a real shame. Just thinking about those muscular, attractive classmates and upperclassmen
walking around naked and dripping wet made George's crotch throb. But no worries, if one
path doesn't work, another. George decided to book the park next to his apartment complex and throw an open-air masquerade ball. The thought of being
thrust into from both ends by two hunky classmates in the woods, their identities hidden behind masks,
was incredibly exciting.
Of course, while the goal was clear, the setup had to be perfect. His masquerade ball
had to be cool, flashy, and high-profile. He'd already spoken to his dad's secretary, asking him
to handle all the details; money wasn't an issue. Next, he needed to notify the partygoers.
Sitting on the sofa, George mentally reviewed the invitation list. To make a good impression, he needed
to decide on the essentials first. The student council president and her two lapdogs were a must, as were the cheerleaders.
The math club president, the chemistry class representative, and the literature club president—these few goofballs are
the least likely to spoil the fun among their group, so they still need to be invited. The art club's reclusive oddballs should also be invited; of course, they
definitely won't come, but it has to look the part. The school beauty and heartthrob should be invited, as well as those who consider themselves the school beauty and heartthrob
. Several high-profile couples should be invited, as well as several of the most beloved clowns, and the leading
figures in the band. The size of a party often depends on how many different people from various fields are included, so sending invitations is just
a statement, and getting them to come is merely a strategy.
Aside from these twenty or thirty people he absolutely had to invite, those were his next targets. The adorable rugby
players, the three golden triangle of the track and field team, several seniors on the basketball team,
Billy, who had repeated three years but was still strong and had a huge penis, Philip, the hunk from the next class whom he had been drooling over, Iron Man Benny, the wrestling captain
… Thinking of these muscular men, their surging hormones and mature male
bodies, George got erect again and again, and his cunt was already wet.
He certainly couldn't have sex with all these hunks within the limited time and energy, but if he timed it well,
he should be able to taste five or six big dicks at one party.
Without further ado, he took out his phone and dialed a few of his followers.
"Hey, it's me. I'm having a party the day after tomorrow, a costume party, at the lakeside park. Have someone
spread the word, and when it's hot enough, I'll let you know to come pick up the invitations. We'll send them out one by one, the usual way…"
Night fell, and the prepared lights, smoke, and set began to operate. In an instant, the once tranquil
park transformed into an eerie and mysterious place, filled with a dangerous and thrilling psychedelic atmosphere.
One after another, guests dressed in various costumes entered. Some wore medieval attire and
Phantom of the Opera masks, others were dressed as Marvel heroes, and still others wore plush animal costumes. Background music
began, exquisite food and the finest drinks were brought in by professional waiters, and the attendees started
chatting.
The party was about to begin.
George wore a pure white court tailcoat and a diamond-encrusted half-mask. Of course, it was artificially made
, because he knew very well that his upcoming licentious and wild itinerary might cause the mask to disappear. In
the two days of preparation, George was practically going crazy from holding back. He constantly imagined and planned various encounters,
endlessly picturing being wildly penetrated and pounded by different men in different positions and locations. Almost every few hours, he
couldn't resist pulling out a large dildo from his drawer, spreading his legs on the bed, and wildly and forcefully playing with his
anus until he reached orgasm and ejaculated, only then regaining some sanity to continue planning his itinerary.
And all of this would become a reality tonight—how could he not be excited? Frankly, his own anus
was already impatiently starting to get wet.
Of course, he had to restrain himself. Before enjoying himself, he had to go through the motions.
He naturally approached groups of people chatting, exchanging pleasantries before moving on to
the next group. He seriously discussed the progress of the school stadium repairs with the student council president,
feigned concern with the literary society about how a recent film had tainted the essence of the original novel, and chatted with the band
about the music festival next month. But throughout the entire process, he was actually keeping an eye on
where his favorite hunks were, what they were doing, and how to approach them.
An hour passed, and the dance party began to reach its climax. The music changed from light to energetic, and
the students, several drinks in hand, started dancing and gesturing. The lights began to flicker, and the fog thickened. George knew that
the real show was about to begin.
He downed his cocktail in one gulp, his eyes fixed on his prey. The first one to strike
was also the easiest; he'd start with him as a warm-up.
Miles, the senior from the basketball team, this blond, blue-eyed, muscular man, always had a lazy yet alluring gaze, and
always wore a frivolous and wicked smile. If "lewd" was the best word to describe George, then "frivolous"
was the best choice to describe Miles. Miles wore a Hawkface mask, but George
recognized him from the very beginning by his body odor and unruly gait. After all, George had been with Miles more than a dozen times that year alone
, and he was very familiar with Miles's physical rhythms.
The reason he chose Miles first was because this guy was never picky and had a casual and arrogant personality
. Relying on his handsome looks and alluring physique, Miles had already slept with most of the cheerleaders. Moreover, he
didn't mind having sex with men at all; perhaps to him, all bodies were just containers to hold his semen
. George didn't mind this concept; it even excited him a little—he didn't mind being
used as a container by a strong and handsome man.
And even if things didn't go well, no matter how out of sorts Miles was, George still had one last resort: money.
Although Miles's family was considered wealthy, their rules were very strict. Miles, who had developed a habit of extravagance at private school, always
needed pocket money but couldn't ask his family for it. So he would occasionally post information online, offering high prices to...
Providing sexual services. George knew about this because he frequently visited these websites. Later, he tentatively asked
Miles about it, and the burly basketball player readily admitted it, seemingly without any intention of hiding
it or making a big deal out of it—because it was nothing to him. It was just fucking people, he
got his pleasure and made money, why not? It was said that if someone was willing to pay a high price,
he would even accept some wealthy people wanting to play with his anus.
At this moment, George approached Miles, a faint, wicked smile on his lips. Once he was close enough, he simply
said, "Hey."
Miles' lazy eyes held his usual frivolous smile, and he replied with a magnetic voice, "Hey."
George felt a surge of lust in his anus, wishing he could immediately pull down his pants, turn around, and stick his butt out.
However, he restrained himself, skillfully pretending to lean closer to talk to Miles, while actually using the angle to block
the view of others. His left hand reached directly to Miles's crotch, grabbing Miles's genitals and gently
kneading them several times. The familiar feel, the full, large testicles, and the thick, long
penis even when limp, almost made George lose control on the spot.
Miles, of course, understood George's intention with this grab. His lips curled into a wicked smile, and he leaned over to
whisper in George's ear, "I knew your cunt was itching as soon as I heard you were having a party.
Come on, lead the way."
They crossed a small river on the east side of the park, surrounded by trees. Behind a century-old camphor tree, there was no lighting, making it very
secluded. However, not far ahead from this location, past the bushes, was the dance floor.
A tall, muscular young man wore a brown leather jacket with a wool collar, an eagle-faced
mask, and black leather gloves. The leather jacket was zipped open, revealing a white tank top underneath. The tank top
was bulging from the man's strong, large pectoral muscles, and the close-fitting material cinched the waist
, perfectly accentuating his muscular, inverted triangle physique. Below the tank top, the man
was completely naked, revealing his thick legs and rounded, muscular buttocks. His legs were stretched out and spread apart,
with light blue jeans hanging loosely on his designer sneakers.
Below his clearly defined eight-pack abs, only half of a monstrous, thick penis was visible in the dim
light. The other half was deeply inserted into his anus.
The flesh around the anus filled with the enormous penis had long been ravaged to a dark brown, and even
the intestines, frequently turned inside out, had lost their color and become almost flesh-colored. This fleshy hole was
sandwiched between two fair yet muscular buttocks, showing that its owner paid great attention to training these muscles. Perhaps this was
to make the men who visited it even more excited. The white dress pants were only pulled down to the mid-thighs, and
even the erect penis was still trapped in the crotch, unable to fully spring out. The upper body was even more reserved,
the dress, tie, mask, and headdress were all perfectly worn.
George's arms were braced against the trunk of the large camphor tree, his hands stretched out in front of him and biting hard.
The senior from the basketball team behind him grabbed a piece of his buttocks with one hand and swung his hips forcefully and violently, ruthlessly
fucking George's wanton hole. The intense pleasure made George want to cry out, but
the center of the dance was not far ahead, and he had to control himself. In fact, this location was also carefully planned by himself,
because the current dangerous situation was so exciting!
Miles, after all, made his living from this, and his thrusts were fierce yet skillful. Sometimes shallow, sometimes deep,
he deliberately used his enormous glans to tease or forcefully squeeze George's prostate. When penetrating deeply, Miles
twisted his hips, shoving his massive cock deep into George's rectum. When withdrawing shallowly, he deliberately wriggled his large
penis, pulling at the flesh around George's anus in various directions, causing the wanton little boy's buttocks to momentarily
lose control, his intestinal flesh unrestrainedly turning outwards.
It was precisely this skillful technique that caused George to frequently roll his eyes back, his mind blank. In less than half
an hour, he had already been brought to orgasm twice. Semen was sprayed into the inside of his white pants, flowing down
the leg and into his white leather shoes.
Fifteen minutes later, Miles also began to sweat and pant. A wicked smile still lingered on his lips, his eyes
fixed intently on his and George's joined genitals: to be honest, he really enjoyed fucking this kid.
Not only was he lewd and daring, but his plump, firm, round buttocks formed a deep cleft, and right in the center of that cleft was
such a soft, decadent, and wanton genital. This sight directly stimulated all of Miles's male instincts. He knew
that George had put in a lot of effort to develop such an alluring buttocks, and he could testify that it
was all worth it. At this moment, George convulsed again, a trembling groan escaping his throat, and
he was brought to orgasm once more! Miles watched as George's two plump buttocks throbbed violently,
watched his anus, already deformed from his own fucking, contract weakly, and felt George's
sphincter, out of control from being fucked, trying to clench with its last bit of strength, only to be forcefully stopped by his large penis. He finally
couldn't hold back any longer. The burly man frowned suddenly, his waist went limp, his legs trembled, and his firm buttocks
began to convulse violently. A low groan escaped his throat, and his enormous penis convulsed rapidly and violently
, pouring large amounts of semen into George's body.
The two panting young men slumped against the tree trunk for a while. When they came to their senses, Miles
pulled his still-erect penis out of George's body. Because his sphincter was out of control, George's
vagina couldn't close, and a large gush of semen spurted out with Miles's withdrawal, causing George to groan again
. Miles pulled up his jeans, ignoring the semen and intestinal fluid still on his penis
, and stuffed it into his pants. He exhaled, composed himself, then chuckled wickedly, patted his lewd junior's
muscular buttocks, and took a longer route back to the dance. He planned to have a couple more drinks before heading home; he'd had his fill of alcohol
and sexual gratification, and that was about it for the night.
Chapter Two
After a long while, George finally recovered, at least his sphincter muscles regained feeling. Otherwise,
even walking would cause Miles's semen to leak from his anus and soak his trousers. He pulled up his pants and
rested by a tree for a while. After Miles left, he took a detour back to the dance party.
Of course, he still needed to get back to the dance party; his plans for the day were far from over.
At this moment, many party guests were swaying and dancing to the music. George drank a glass of
wine and swayed a few times as well. But his eyes were constantly scanning the crowd like a hawk, looking for his
next prey.
On the right side of the dance floor, a man as strong as an ox easily caught his eye: perfect, that
's him. The reason George made up his mind so quickly was that the man was drunk, and at this moment,
he had taken off his shirt and was dancing clumsily and drunkenly. His shirtless body
was as strong as a bodybuilder's, and you couldn't tell that he was a high school student. This wasn't
surprising: the man was none other than Benny, the wrestler who frequently won trophies for the school.
Benny was incredibly muscular and mature, even his genitals were unusually mature. George first learned this because
he had an informant in the wrestling team who reported on what happened in the shower. Just a few months ago, George meticulously
planned a drinking party, dragging a drunk Benny into a dark room and thoroughly licking his enormous penis for a full
hour, making Benny orgasm twice in his throat. After the party, Benny had no memory
of it, still believing that the person who gave him oral sex was some lustful woman from the cheerleading squad. That incident
confirmed George's suspicions: indeed, Benny's penis was incredibly thick, with bulging veins, resembling the kind
of delicious, massive cock one would expect from a mature, muscular man in a porn movie. More importantly, the rich, masculine
scent and overflowing hormones from Benny's groin remained unforgettable for George to this day. Tonight, George was determined to have
it again.
He put on his acting skills, pretending to pull the slightly out-of-control, drunk Benny out of the dance floor, while
giving a polite but slightly awkward smile to those around him, saying, "You guys continue, continue." Benny
was indeed quite drunk; he struggled a little, but George, a head shorter than him, grabbed his arm and dragged him away.
Soon, the two disappeared into a white, artificial mist.
The lawn was on the other side of the hill, and beyond a small path was a stream, and not
far across the stream was a mansion. That was the Franklin family's mansion. Beyond the hill was the park,
where the deep bass music could be heard clearly.
Streetlights stood beside the path. In the dim light, a muscular, burly man lay sprawled on
the grass, fast asleep, clearly drunk. The muscular man was shirtless, wearing athletic
shorts and Adidas sneakers. A hand slowly reached down to his crotch, gently grasping
the large, fleshy mound inside his shorts.
George felt the enormous size in his hand, a smug smile playing on his lips. He gently kneaded Benny
's massive genitals, feeling the hot, masculine blood rushing involuntarily
into the enormous organ. Yes, under his gentle caresses, Benny's initially soft penis gradually thickened and enlarged,
until the behemoth created a huge tent in his shorts.
Benny remained fast asleep, only occasionally furrowing his brow slightly.
George greedily stared at the tent and slowly began to pull down Benny's shorts. As the shorts were gradually pulled
down, a bulging, muscular penis sprang out, pointing straight to the sky. The large, round glans was incredibly smooth
, with a drop of clear pre-ejaculate in the urethral opening. The penis was full and thick, its texture
clearly visible in the dim streetlights.
George stared, his heart pounding. He felt his own anus, recently ravaged and loose, begin
to writhe restlessly again. But no, he'd just been brutally fucked; if he were to be fucked by such a huge
cock again, he'd be finished tonight.
No matter, George reached out and gently grasped the tempting giant penis before him—no, not quite grasp
, because one hand couldn't possibly encircle that proud, thick genital! The lust-fueled rich young man reached out his
other hand, and with both hands grasped Iron Man Benny's massive penis, beginning to slowly and forcefully
stroke it up and down.
Benny's brow furrowed again, and he couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm."
Soon, a stream of clear, viscous pre-ejaculate slid from Benny's urethra, slowly sliding down the fleshy shaft
. George's eyes practically blazed with fire. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he lowered
his head, opened his mouth, and began licking the hot, throbbing penis, taking in the pre-ejaculate. He couldn't let any precious
fluid go to waste!
Iron Man Benny let out another soft groan. He was probably having a wet dream.
With one lick, George finally lost control and began passionately licking Benny's massive penis.
The hot, pungent scent of masculinity wafted from the wrestling captain's crotch, a pungent aroma that almost made him lose his mind. This
little slut, his eyes glazed, rubbed his handsome face against Benny's enormous cock, inhaling deeply
the intoxicating masculine fragrance, even licking Benny's two large, soft testicles. Before
long, he was sucking: sucking on Benny's large, fat testicles, sucking on the round, juicy glans
, but both were too big to fit into his mouth. Unwilling to give up, he served the enormous penis before him even more passionately
, his anus already overflowing with precum, soaking a large patch of his pants.
Then, he seemed to sense something and quickly turned around.
On the opposite bank, Franklin stood in astonishment at the window of his mansion, holding a porcelain cup, wearing pajamas. He
had simply happened to pass by this window facing the river and witnessed the lewd scene across the river!
Franklin would certainly not be invited by George, and vice versa. Parties like this were originally
places for wealthy young men to compete, and naturally, they wouldn't attend.
George paused, then a wicked thought suddenly occurred to him, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips. His eyes stared intently...
Still looking on in astonishment, Franklin slowly moved his face to Benny's enormous penis, licking it lewdly with his tongue
.
Franklin was completely stunned, unable to move.
George pressed his advantage, opening his mouth and trying to take the large glans into his mouth. Benny's size was
so astonishing that even George, who was used to eating penises, couldn't swallow just the glans. However, they were acting, how
could George give up so easily? He began to exert force, forcing the thick, fat penis slowly into his mouth!
He felt his jaw was about to dislocate, but how could he stop now?
Inch by inch, George felt waves of pain in his jaw, but he could also feel the juicy, fat cock
successfully sliding down his throat! He continued, and soon George's eyes were filled with tears, and a large amount of saliva
sprayed from his nose, dripping thickly onto Benny's penis and testicles. However, this did not stop his progress
. He felt his throat being stretched so wide by the massive penis that it felt like it was about to burst, and he felt the enormous
phallus almost reaching his stomach, with a section still sticking out! George had
adjusted his position, squatting on the ground with his buttocks raised, trying to straighten his mouth and neck so that
Benny's huge penis could easily penetrate. His neck was now noticeably thicker! With
the enormous glans pressing against his stomach and heart, George could no longer hold on. Knowing he had reached his limit,
he began to slowly withdraw the enormous penis from his throat. With the withdrawal of the penis, a large amount of saliva
sprayed from George's mouth, accompanied by violent coughing and heavy breathing. George was now in a terrible
state, his face flushed and almost suffocating, his eyes swollen and red from tears, saliva constantly dripping from his mouth and nostrils
, and his lips cracked and bleeding. All of this only made the scene look more lewd! After catching his breath
, George recovered slightly, turning back defiantly to look at Franklin across the river. His hands continued
to grip the scalding, massive penis, glistening with his own saliva, and he began to stroke it up and down.
George knew very well that Franklin had wanted to eat Iron Man Benny's huge penis for a long time. So, George was now
full of fighting spirit.
After stroking it for a while, George once again enveloped Benny's glans with his lips. This time, he almost
swallowed the entire massive penis, but with greater skill than before. Gradually, his speed increased
, and his expression became increasingly frenzied.
Lying on the grass, Benny's brow furrowed more and more tightly under each deep throat thrust, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his
low moans grew louder and louder. Finally, the burly man let out a soft gasp, his whole body tensed suddenly
, his legs straightened, and he ejaculated directly into George's throat!
George, engrossed in devouring the enormous penis, suddenly felt it swell again in his throat, then
begin to throb violently! At that moment, Benny's massive glans was pressed against his chest, and gushing, hot semen, unable to escape,
was sprayed into George's stomach! The lewd rich boy's eyes widened, a muffled groan escaping his throat.
He tried to pull the enormous penis out, but it was too late: he felt his throat was about to burst!
Benny's semen continued to gush into George's stomach, wave after wave, seemingly unstoppable. And now George
faced another problem: he was starting to lack oxygen, almost suffocating!
Finally, as Benny's body slowly slumped onto the lawn, George managed to pull the entire thick, fleshy penis out of his throat. Thick, milky-white semen gushed from his mouth, and he vomited 　　and coughed
uncontrollably , gasping for breath. 　　When George finally came to his senses, he found his trousers were already soaked with a sticky, wet patch. This extreme 　　sensory pleasure caused him to orgasm right in his pants. 　　After a while, as if suddenly remembering something, he looked towards Franklin's mansion. 　　Franklin looked shocked and stunned, seemingly not yet reacting. However, his robe, especially the 　　area between his legs, was already soaked. 　　Chapter 3 　　The dance had entered its midnight phase, and those who couldn't participate had already left. The remaining people were all revelers. 　　George, slightly disheveled, straightened his clothes, wiped the semen and blood from the corner of his mouth, 　　composed himself, and walked back to the park. 　　He put on his usual polite smile, exchanging pleasantries with those around him, or swaying a few times with them, weaving through 　　the crowd. Of course, he was looking for his next prey. 　　However, this time, he himself was the prey. 　　George felt several pairs of burning gazes, naturally turned around, and met the eyes of those across the dance floor 　　. Their eyes met, and in that brief second, George's heart began to race. 　　Across from him, four burly men from the football team were staring at him with amused smiles. Leading the charge was 　　Vincent, the captain of the football team. George's buttocks were instantly overflowing with precum: he knew he was about to be relentlessly fucked for at least two 　　or three hours, how could he not be excited? 　　George was already very familiar with the school's football team. He'd fucked 　　everyone on the team; he could even recognize them by the shape of their penises. However, the team had been playing games for the past two months, taking a break and 　　not asking him out, which had been incredibly frustrating for George. 　　And the burning gazes of these four men today showed that they, 　　too, were frustrated by the lack of this toy to vent their adolescent lust. 　　These four men had the biggest penises on the football team, so George had already told them beforehand to stay 　　a little later. He had originally planned to drain them one by one, but they were unexpectedly going to all come at once— 　　which greatly excited the surprised George. Of the four, George was closest to Captain Vincent, because he was 　　the first person on the football team to fuck him; you could say the entire football team was introduced to George by Vincent and began to rape him one by one. 　　Vincent possessed a ruggedly handsome face, a tall, muscular, and alluring physique, and a 　　sexy palm-colored complexion—truly a top-tier hunk. His most prominent characteristic, however, was his 　　typical stud personality and extremely vigorous sex drive; it was rumored he needed to ejaculate at least four or five times a day to be considered "basically satisfied." 　　He would accept any advances from cheerleaders, and he was equally unfazed by advances from wealthy women more than ten years his senior.

He had affairs with her, and he was equally generous with his large penises to the boys who admired him. Vincent was not only sexually
voracious, but also unrestrained in his sexual acts, like a wild beast. Therefore, although his penis wasn't
as large and impressive as Miles's or Benny's, George would shamelessly beg him to fuck his ass during group sex in the school bathroom —because this inhuman guy wouldn't 　　stop
until he drove George crazy and broke him . 　　This time, George, with the same resolve, led four strong, thirsty football players to 　　the bushes beside the park. 　　"Hehe, you slut, haven't had our cocks in so long, are you in pain?" Vincent 　　chuckled lewdly, asking in a hoarse, deep voice. The other football players also grinned lewdly 　　. The four surrounded George, slowly closing in, their eight large hands beginning to caress and knead his entire body. 　　George felt the pleasure of being caressed by so many hands, his skin ignited by the surrounding heat, 　　the pungent scent of the strong men filling his nostrils. The lewd rich young man began to lose his senses, 　　willingly giving up resistance. Experience told him that in the face of the impending brutal gang rape, fully unleashing his lewd 　　nature was essential for ultimate enjoyment. 　　"...Yes...fuck me, you bunch of stallions...fuck me hard, fuck me from every hole, 　　fill every inch of my body with your juices!" George murmured, his voice growing louder, his handsome 　　face displaying a shameless and uncontrollable expression. 　　This proactive compliance immediately aroused the four strong men. They quickly 　　stripped George of his clothes and threw them aside, then eagerly began to undress themselves. Some burly men ripped 　　their vests, revealing their muscular and alluring upper bodies, then unzipped their jeans, exposing their enormous, erect 　　penises and two swollen, full testicles. Others, without even taking off their shirts, simply pulled their jeans down to 　　their ankles. The naked, fit young man was thus tightly surrounded by four muscular men, each a head taller than him, four 　　thick, juicy, and burning cocks pointing at him. 　　George's heart, driven by desire, nearly leaped out of his throat. He impatiently knelt on the ground, 　　grabbed one of the football players' large cocks, and opened his mouth to take it in. Having just experienced Benny's astonishingly 　　large cock, George was now very skilled, shamelessly serving his classmate 　　's thick penis with his throat! 　　The burly man receiving deep throat oral sex from George groaned, "Ah... fuck... you slut 　　... I'll fuck your mouth until it bursts!" Gritting his teeth and frowning, he suddenly grabbed George's head with both 　　hands, then violently swung his hips, thrusting his large penis deep into George 　　's mouth and throat! In no time, the lewd rich young man was teary-eyed, his eyes glazed, saliva 　　flying, and snot flying from his nose. 　　Seeing this lewd scene, the other three burly men were also eager to join in. They began to caress and knead George's naked 　　body, which was violently shaking from the intense fucking. George felt dizzy, the waves of suffocation and the immense 　　pressure in his mouth and throat momentarily stunned him, yet his lewd nature returned once more. This lewd boy, 　　his head grabbed and his mouth brutally penetrated like an inflatable toy, still hysterically reached out his hands, groping for the 　　large, fat penises of the two burly men on either side, and began to frantically and passionately masturbate them! 　　Standing behind George was Captain Vincent. George knelt on the ground with his knees spread, a position 　　that completely exposed his round, fleshy anus to Vincent's view. Vincent witnessed this 　　rotten anus, already brutally violated by Miles, once again becoming wet and dripping with juices from the intense lust, its anal labia swollen, 　　engorged, and constantly writhing. The violent shaking of George's body caused the fully erect penis between the lewd boy's legs 　　to swing back and forth dramatically. His intense lust had already caused George to secrete a large amount of pre-ejaculate, which 　　gushed from his urethral opening, becoming thick, silvery threads as his penis swayed. The burly football captain grinned wickedly, his fingers gently kneading the soft, swollen flesh around 　　George's anus, 　　teasingly teasing his labia, causing the wanton asshole to twitch and gush fluid repeatedly. He would sometimes grab 　　George's two strong buttocks with his large hands, sometimes forcefully spreading them apart, sometimes squeezing and kneading them. All these large movements of the buttocks 　　affected the deep cleft of the anus, causing George to tremble wildly with stimulation. Vincent wasn't satisfied yet, 　　lewdly slipping his fingers into the thirsty anus as if by accident. George's genitals 　　not only twitched and sucked wildly at anything that mercifully visited them, but also repeatedly 　　gushed out large amounts of clear intestinal fluid in excitement. 　　Vincent had had his fill. Seeing the slut's cock, now completely red and throbbing wildly, and 　　his naked body trembling with extreme excitement and hunger, he knew it was time to begin the main course. 　　The muscular man withdrew his enormous cock, aiming the burning glans at George's 　　seductive anus, and began to tease and squeeze the twitching labia in circles, but refused to penetrate. 　　George, meanwhile, was already delirious from the fucking in his mouth and throat, and Vincent's 　　manipulation of his anus was pushing him to the brink of madness. He felt the coveted cock so close, and 　　hysterically began to writhe his hips, trying to swallow the burning, enormous glans. But Vincent 　　grinned wickedly, preventing him from succeeding. Under this teasing, George's reason vanished rapidly, his mind filled 　　with only one recurring phrase: "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me to death!" 　　Finally, Vincent felt the time was right. He gritted his teeth, thrust his hips forward, and with a thud, shoved his entire massive 　　penis into George's anus! This swift and precise insertion instantly filled and stretched the lustful boy's insides. 　　George, already aroused to the brink, felt an extreme pleasure from being completely filled and stretched, and finally lost control. 　　Thus, this single insertion caused George's entire body to tense instantly, his buttocks trembling wildly, reaching orgasm! Because 　　his sphincter was filled and restricted his movement, he couldn't ejaculate smoothly, and large gushes of white semen gushed out...

His engorged penis gushed forth like a river, ceaselessly. George, lost in ecstasy,
rolled his eyes back throughout the entire ordeal, his mind blank, swept away into paradise.
The burly man who had been penetrating George's mouth was now drenched in sweat. He frowned, a
hissing sound escaping his throat, and suddenly gripped George's head, forcefully plunging his massive penis deep into the lewd young man's throat, then
spraying copious amounts of his semen into George's body! Caught completely off guard by the ecstasy of his orgasm
, a large gush of thick semen reversed course and flowed into George's nasal cavity, spurting from his nostrils!
And this was far from over.
The burly man, panting after ejaculating into George's throat, pulled his large, semi-erect, limp penis out of the slut
's throat, along with a large amount of semen and saliva. George coughed and gasped violently at the opportunity,
but soon another large penis stood erect in front of him, and before he could react,
it was thrust into his gaping mouth!
Behind George, Vincent began his actions. At first, the thrusts were slow and steady, then
they became faster and harder, until finally, it was like a motor relentlessly ravaging George's pitiful
anus! The thick penis pounded into the lewd boy's body again and again, almost crushing his internal organs into
a pulp!
George, who had lost his mind, was completely conquered by the immense pleasure and pain between his buttocks, while the thick
cock in his mouth began thrusting into his throat without warning! The violent fucking from both ends
stimulated him to convulse, his eyes rolling back as he emitted broken and lewd moans from his throat!
"Fuck! I'll fuck you to death, you slutty bastard! I'll fuck your asshole raw!" Vincent cursed,
his thrusts becoming increasingly forceful. Soon, George's sphincter completely lost control, and large amounts of intestinal flesh, no longer under
sphincter control, were fucked out of the boy's body and quickly shoved back in. Losing his mind
, George subconsciously understood that he was almost broken, and his lower body was no longer under his control.
Soon, he was fucked to orgasm again.
After an unknown amount of time, George, his consciousness blurred, felt the large penis in his throat twitch again,
and at the same time, a roar came from behind him. His buttocks were forcefully pried open and gripped tightly, Vincent's large, fat penis
instantly swelled, also spraying hot semen deep into his body!
This rape continued for over an hour, three burly football players taking turns ejaculating in George's mouth, while
this slut's deformed and out-of-control vagina was completely surrendered to Vincent. Large amounts of semen were repeatedly
poured into the lewd boy's body from both ends. Gradually, George's originally flat and firm abdomen began to swell and bulge,
filled with the man's semen!
After several rounds of merciless fucking, Vincent suddenly had a strange
idea. He grinned and gestured to the other burly men. The men were stunned at first, then immediately aroused by this possibility.
One of the burly men couldn't wait to lie down on the ground, stretched out his thick arms and hugged
George, who was already fucked senseless, and forcefully moved George's entire body on top of his muscular body.
George, who was fucked to the point of exhaustion, could only kneel on either side of the burly man with his knees spread apart, his round buttocks
raised high, while his upper body lay limply on the burly man's muscular, naked body. The burly man, his face flushed with excitement
, fiercely reached out and grabbed George's waist. Suddenly, he lifted his hips, his enormous, thick penis
drawing ever closer to George's mangled, semen-spurting anus.
At that moment, Vincent, standing behind George, grabbed his teammate's massive penis, aimed the large glans at
George's cunt, and pulled upwards, allowing the huge penis to smoothly penetrate the lewd boy's anus!
George, dazed from the previous ordeal, had only felt the unbearable emptiness of his anus without Vincent's large penis. Now,
a hot, thick penis filled him again, and he couldn't help but groan with pleasure!
The other two football players standing in front of George weren't idle either. They lifted his limp upper body
, grabbed George's head together, and then, incredibly,
pressed their swollen, thick glans against George's semen-covered lips! Two burly men excitedly writhed,
slapping and squeezing George's face with their enormous penises. Soon, George, his eyes glazed, began to lick his lips,
reveling in the humiliation of being slapped by those massive cocks, and desperately craving their taste!
He soon got his wish. The burly man on the left suddenly shoved his large glans into George's
mouth, creating a huge semi-circle on George's right cheek! And as soon as this man
pulled his enormous penis out of George's mouth, the burly man on the right immediately did the same, creating the shape of a large glans on George's left cheek
. Thus, two football teammates simultaneously began to play with George 's
lewd, wanton mouth!
The burly man beneath George began to thrust his hips up and down forcefully, using his thick penis to penetrate the lewd young master's anus
. The two burly men in front of him grew increasingly lustful, even attempting to shove both of their large glans into George
's mouth simultaneously! George's lips were mercilessly torn open, his entire mouth completely filled, his jaw almost dislocated!
Yet all this only fueled the already deranged slut's depravity. Tears streaming down his face, he frantically
tried to simultaneously please the two enormous glans in his mouth with his tongue, which had almost no room to move. Not only that,
he also reached out and grabbed the thick penis of one of the burly men in front of him, stroking it. His throat
emitted lewd, strange sounds, as if he were desperately begging these four men to ruin him.
The two burly men in front of George growled and groaned, their brows furrowed. This was
even more pleasurable than they had imagined! Their glans were being squeezed together forcefully, and George's tongue was working tirelessly on them; this
unprecedented pleasure almost brought them to ejaculation. And now, George was vigorously stroking and
caressing their penises with his hands, finally making them unable to hold back any longer. The two roared together, and a large amount of semen was once again
poured into George's throat, nostrils, and entire mouth, overflowing and running all over George's handsome face.
Just then, Vincent, who had been waiting for his chance, struck with a wicked grin.
He grabbed George's round, throbbing buttocks with his right hand, while his left hand
gripped his own enormous penis and his teammate's massive cock together. Although one hand couldn't possibly hold two such
thick rods simultaneously, it did provide stability: because the next second, he used both hands to forcefully shove
both his and his teammate's enormous cocks into George's cunt, instantly tearing his anus and causing it to bleed!
Two roars came from in front of Vincent—George's heart-wrenching groan and his burly teammate's roar of
extreme pleasure. George was instantly anally violated, his mouth still filled with two huge glans; the intense pain and
unbelievable pleasure surged simultaneously, causing him to reach orgasm instantly and faint. The burly man lying on the ground
had never experienced such tight pleasure before. This intense sensation overwhelmed him, causing him to
straighten his legs and violently thrust his hips, ejaculating into George's mangled and ravaged anus with a series of splattering sounds!
The two burly men in front of George paid no heed to the lewd young master's life, pulling their large penises from
the unconscious George's mouth and continuing to slap and rub his pale, handsome face, smearing him with saliva and semen
layer after layer. Vincent, even more ruthless, disregarded his teammate's convulsing ejaculation
and used his teammate's semen to thrust violently into George's body! The
burly man who was ejaculating, with his large penis and Vincent's massive cock both tightly inserted into George's rectum,
had to have his penis pulled along with Vincent's with each thrust!
Two enormous, fat dicks were simultaneously pounding into George's anus, almost bursting his intestines,
waking the unconscious, lewd boy from his stupor! The two massive dicks inside his anus sometimes moved in and out simultaneously, sometimes one in and one out,
this strange and intense pleasure causing George to ejaculate again, his eyes rolling back in his head, immediately following his previous orgasm. He wasn't
alone: the burly man beneath him was also being held captive by his captain's huge cock, receiving no
rest whatsoever, roaring and convulsing with orgasm shortly after his last ejaculation.
This lewd copulation continued for an hour. An hour later, the two burly men in front of George were
exhausted, lying on the ground, drenched in sweat and panting heavily, as they had each ejaculated four or five times. George, the
slut, had thick semen all over his mouth, face, and hair, slowly dripping down his face, chin, and even neck.
The burly man beneath George had collapsed unconscious, limp on the ground. His captain had relentlessly ravaged
George for so long, forcing him to ejaculate eleven times. George
, lying on top of the burly man, unconscious, had been fucked to the point of near death countless times, repeatedly going from unconsciousness to waking, a experience both hell and
heaven. His stomach was swollen like a balloon, his entire digestive system, from his esophagus to his intestines, filled with
the burly men's semen. His torn anus was still
filled with the two enormous penises of Vincent and the burly man below, causing white semen to gush continuously from his mouth and even his nostrils. If it weren't for
their current position allowing the semen to escape smoothly, the unconscious George might have
suffocated from the massive amount of semen blocking his airway.
Of the five men, only Vincent, as strong as a bull and with an extremely high sex drive, hadn't been exhausted, but
even this football team captain was panting heavily. After his final, trembling ejaculation, he exhaled with satisfaction and
pulled his enormous penis from George's anus. His teammate's large penis was also finally pulled
out, the massive member slumping to the ground with a thud, finally relieving its unconscious owner. With
the withdrawal of both large penises, George's shattered vagina was finally free of obstruction, and a large amount of thick,
milky-white semen gushed out with a gushing sound, flowing continuously like a tap.
Vincent, catching his breath, looked around and saw that his three teammates were either lying on the ground panting or had
passed out. He couldn't help but sneer, "Hey, you're all too weak! With this kind of stamina, you
think you can make it to the national championship? Let's go, let's go back. Hey, you two help this guy back. He passed out after only a few spurts
, aren't you ashamed?"
The voices of the burly football players faded and receded into the distance. Night had fallen, and the party in the park was over
. In the thicket, only a strong, muscular boy lay sprawled on the ground, his buttocks raised in a lewd manner,
already unconscious. His naked body was covered in sticky semen, with copious amounts
gushing from his mouth and anus. Most gruesome was his anus; the torn anal labia
hung like pieces of rotten flesh, blood mingled with copious amounts of semen and intestinal fluid, creating
a sticky, lewd, and horrific scene between his buttocks.
The unconscious boy twitched intermittently, his eyes rolling back, his lips twitching slightly.
His torn, bleeding lips curled up eerily; if he could still speak, you would hear him repeating
the same phrase: "Fuck me, fuck me to death."
Chapter Four
A searing pain jolted George awake, his eyes widening instantly.
He had been asleep in the bushes for an unknown amount of time, the dried semen of the football players on his body.
It was late, around four or five in the morning, the summer heat gradually giving way to coolness. The party was
over; most of the students had long since left, leaving only scattered empty bottles and trash on the park floor
—a cleaning company would come to clean it up tomorrow. The music had stopped, allowing the cicadas'
chirping to be clearly heard. But George, this lewd young nobleman, remained sprawled on the ground, his alluring buttocks raised, unable to move.
To be precise, he wasn't the only one left in the park. On the other side of the park, the cheerleading captain also lay
unconscious on the ground. At first glance, nothing seemed amiss; the blonde beauty appeared to still be dressed. But
beneath her denim miniskirt, her thong had been torn and discarded, copious amounts of semen
gushing from her loose, deformed vagina and anus. Of course, this wasn't the first time she had been gang-raped, and it was very likely a consensual act of debauchery while intoxicated
. Several top students and bookworms, unable to hold their liquor, also passed out near the dance floor. The grassy area by the river...
Upstairs, wrestling captain Iron Man Benny was still fast asleep, naked and muscular, convinced he was having a
wonderful erotic dream.
George had considered all of this in his plan. Of course, someone would pass out on the spot, a task he had already assigned to
the team to clean up the next day. However, he overlooked one detail: this was, after all, a park. Even though
he, George, had legally reserved it, there would always be outsiders living in the cracks of the system who would appear here.
For example, homeless people who often spent the night in the park.
Awakened by excruciating pain, George, ever since being violated by the four muscular football players, had
been haunted by chaotic and lewd images in his mind, a dreamlike state. Now awake, he was completely disoriented
, instinctively struggling with his weak body, letting out feeble
screams from his hoarse throat. He felt as if his buttocks were being torn apart, and the entire space between his hip bones was being filled.
The immense pressure from within made him realize for the first time that he was truly going to die.
Behind George stood a burly, long-haired man with a beard, dressed in tattered clothes. His clothes were torn to shreds
, revealing hairy skin. Unlike the younger, muscular men, this man was a genuine
middle-aged strongman, his massive muscles and imposing physique far surpassing those of the high school boys.
Equally unmatched by the younger men was the enormous, menacing penis beneath him
. At this moment, the massive glans of this enormous cock was already inserted into George's anus,
tearing open the already ravaged opening, making it even more brutal. Blood mixed with the remaining semen inside George
spurted out, splashing onto the middle-aged man's bulging, hairy abdomen, and spraying onto
his large, mature testicles, resembling cow's eggs.
A deep, satisfied groan escaped the middle-aged man's throat. Completely ignoring the boy's struggles and pain beneath him
, he slowly but forcefully continued to grip the boy's waist, pushing his penis forward. He could feel
the boy's hip bones constricting his massive member like a bony ring, and this pleasure was
an irresistible temptation for this lustful, muscular man.
The middle-aged man was named Logan. In his youth, he had served as a soldier in several
wars that lasted for years. The war had a profound impact on him; the psychological and moral blows of the years had distorted his consciousness, making
it difficult for him to adapt to modern life after returning home. The various banned drugs used on the battlefield for survival and victory
had further shaped his inhuman physique, even causing him to struggle to control his behavior due to the surge in testosterone.
Back in New York, he and other soldiers were sent to a rehabilitation center, not only to help them transition to normal urban life but also to try and control 　　the effects of
banned drugs and other wartime medications on their bodies.
After all, these soldiers charging into the front lines had been
transformed by years of battlefield experiments into muscular, often irrational, and powerfully built weapons; they couldn't be simply released back into civilized society
.
But Logan escaped from the rehabilitation center. For the next five or six years, he evaded police searches
while becoming a homeless man. In the last two years, the police gradually gave up their pursuit, so
he finally settled on Long Island, often spending the night in this park. The homeless's habitat is like a wild animal's territory,
something to be claimed, yet no other homeless dared to compete with such a massive, astonishingly strong man for territory
and resources. To some extent, Logan's memories of these past years were chaotic and hazy. A surge of
testosterone constantly tormented him, leaving him in a state of constant agitation yet unable to control his life. Five
or six years had allowed him to slightly, only slightly, regain some basic sanity.
Tonight, after scavenging around, he returned to the park only to find a scene that made him lose control again:
a naked, handsome young man was sprawled on the ground, his buttocks raised lewdly, covered in semen, his anus thoroughly violated
. The young man had a well-proportioned and muscular build, and most importantly, his buttocks were bulging and rounded,
arousing the blood. How could Logan possibly tolerate this? Years ago in the army, thirsty soldiers
would often force the weakest comrades to provide sexual services to the stronger men. Years of using hormones and banned drugs
had only exacerbated their behavior, leading to numerous wartime scandals such as the rape of civilians. In the past few years,
countless other homeless men had been raped by Logan, and most of the unfortunate victims had become
incontinent due to their sphincter muscles being completely torn.
It seemed that another tragedy was about to unfold tonight. Logan's enormous, engorged penis inch by inch penetrated George
's body, stretching the lewd boy's abdomen so wide that the outline of a thick phallus was clearly visible, his internal
organs already squeezed into other positions. Logan used his remaining sanity to minimize his speed,
knowing that if he thrust too hard now, he would rip the boy's internal organs apart, even burst his stomach
.
Poor George, as lewd as he was, had never been penetrated by such a massive object. He
screamed helplessly, his handsome face contorted in pain, and milky white semen continuously flowed from his penis
: he had never experienced such extreme sensory stimulation in his life, the simultaneous orgasm and agony had
completely robbed him of his mind.
Slowly, George lost the strength to struggle, his eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and he foamed at the mouth. The burly homeless
man, Logan, also groaned with a frown, and began to slightly increase his speed, pushing the poor boy beneath him back and forth like a sex
toy. The intense pleasure from the enormous, fat penis sent the middle-aged man into a state of ecstasy.
Half an hour later, Logan finally tensed his entire body, his massive muscles
tearing through his already tattered clothes in several places. A low growl escaped the burly homeless man's throat, his brow
furrowed, and his unusually large penis throbbed violently, pouring large amounts of semen into George's
body. A few seconds later, before the muscular homeless man had even finished ejaculating, George, who had been fucked senseless,
vomited a large amount of white, fishy semen, and even more thick semen gushed from his mouth
.
The lewd boy, who would normally require four vigorous young men to ejaculate multiple times to fill, was
completely penetrated by this burly homeless man in a single orgasm.
Logan carefully pulled his enormous penis out of the boy's body. He was quite satisfied after ejaculating
and had regained a little of his senses, so he tried to be careful not to cause a death. However, no matter how
careful he was, George's sphincter was irreparably torn, and a large mass of intestinal flesh spilled out of the
boy's body as the large penis was pulled out, scattering on the ground around him.
George lay in a hospital bed for half a month.
Perhaps because the lewd boy's anus had been through many battles, the damage wasn't as severe as expected.
Within a week, his torn sphincter began to repair itself. By two weeks, George had almost recovered.
However, his anus was much more permanently loose than before the party; even when he tried to clench his anus,
large amounts of intestinal flesh would still spill out from the gaps.
To his parents, he explained that weeks of constipation combined with diarrhea had finally caused his anus to burst. He had
bribed all the medical staff beforehand to corroborate his story. Of course, the doctors and nurses handling his case
knew perfectly well that the large amount of semen remaining in every inch of his body proved the whole story.
Rumors swirled at school. Everyone knew George's lewd nature, so many gloated,
thinking that this slut had finally been fucked to death, and deserved it.
George himself, however, didn't care about the rumors: they only dared to talk behind his back anyway. At this moment, this
lewd young master was concerned about something else: his anus was so loose from being fucked that even
the large dildo he used to use to penetrate his ass couldn't bring him any pleasure. Did that mean the hunks at school couldn't satisfy him either? Or would he have to insert two or even 　　three large dicks
into his anus to be satisfied from now on ? 　　Of course, there was another way, a way that George increasingly felt was necessary: he had to find 　　the man who had fucked his ass. Only that astonishingly huge cock could satisfy him. 　　Chapter Five 　　The tail end of summer shamelessly lingered in the wind, the green on the treetops making a final stand. The heat remained, 　　but the cicadas' chirping was waning. 　　Logan lay in the bushes behind the hillside in the park, his thick forearms casually draped over his eyes, blocking 　　the sunlight streaming through the leaves. Daytime wasn't his time to be active; although no police would remember chasing 　　him now, it was still a habit he'd developed over the years. 　　In his hazy sleep, he felt his genitals being pinched and rubbed, waves of pleasure washing over him. In his dream, he seemed 　　to suddenly see the handsome young, muscular officer from his old army bunk kneeling on the ground licking his penis 　　, making his blood boil. 　　However, something was wrong. That guy was dead. A little boy he thought was a refugee and had tried to help 　　had grabbed his testicles from his military trousers and crushed them, killing him instantly. He was standing 　　a few steps away when it all happened. 　　In shock, he instinctively raised his rifle and shattered the little boy's head. Brain matter splattered everywhere 　　, and blood stained the muscular officer's crotch. The little boy's eyes seemed to be fixed on him, but 　　there was nothing in them. Nothing at all. 　　He suddenly snapped back to reality, instinctively raising his fist to strike. With his massive physique, 　　anyone he hit would likely be seriously injured. But he reacted, his fist freezing in mid-air. 　　The handsome, well-dressed young man before him was looking at him with a half-smile. He seemed vaguely familiar. 　　He looked down and saw the young man's hand tightly gripping his enormous penis. The thick shaft was already erect 　　, so the young man's hand couldn't fully encircle it, only grasping halfway. 　　Logan suddenly remembered: Yes, this was 　　the kid whose ass he'd fucked in this park a month ago! A surge of tension rose within him… What was this guy up to? Revenge? How did he find him? 　　"...Hello, Logan." A calm voice came through. The tone was exactly like those 　　ruthless Wall Street tycoons in movies. Logan looked up in surprise. How could this guy know his name? When 　　he was fucking him, this kid didn't even get a chance to see his face! "That confirms it. It's definitely 　　this one. I can't find a bigger genital." The boy seemed to mutter, yet it also sounded like he was speaking to Logan 　　. "Don't be surprised. I've questioned all the homeless people in the neighborhood for the past month. You know, 　　some of them are still incontinent after you fucked them. So I quickly learned your name and appearance 　　. Of course, the search for you took a little longer, but I finally found you." The boy 　　spoke politely, a mysterious smile on his face, seemingly smug, yet also lustful. "What... 　　what do you want?" Logan frowned, asking the boy in a deep, rough voice. His fists were 　　already clenched, ready to knock the boy down with one punch and run away. "Don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you 　　... Of course, if you don't listen to me, I won't even mention myself when I accuse you of rape, I'll just have those 　　homeless people you've ruined attend." The boy slowly released Logan's huge penis and 　　said casually. 　　Logan's heart tightened, and he prepared to fight back. "But I believe you're willing to agree to my conditions. I 　　want you to come here every day, or to my house, to fuck me." 　　"Mmm... mmm... slower... oh my god... oh my god..." The big boy's hazy and lewd 　　voice spread like a ghost in the luxurious villa. 　　George lay on his palace-style bed, his legs spread wide and pressed forward, making his round and 　　muscular buttocks stick up. The bottomless hole in the center of this lewd young master's buttocks was 　　being mercilessly stretched open by an enormous and astonishingly huge penis. Although the monster's movements were very careful and slow, George was still being fucked 　　until his eyes rolled back and his mind went completely blank. His once flat abdomen was repeatedly stretched taut from the inside, his prostate 　　glands already deformed from the pressure, so streams of white semen continuously gushed from him during the two-hour intercourse.

Ejaculation overflowed from the horse's eye. The lewd boy, struggling between extreme pain and ecstasy, had completely succumbed to
the tyranny of this thick cock. His originally winding intestines were stretched straight, and his stomach was stuffed full of a
gigantic glans. Fortunately, the burly, rough vagrant moved very slowly each time they intercourse
, allowing the intestines to straighten; otherwise, the poor boy's rectum might have snapped in
two with a single, forceful thrust.
Logan panted heavily, trying to control his movements. He watched as his cock
stretched the boy's abdomen from the inside, watched the boy being fucked to continuous orgasms, all of which almost unleashed his bestial lust. However,
he ultimately managed to control himself. The immense pressure of the thick cock brought intense pleasure, and Logan told himself
to savor this feeling, this windfall. Don't mess it up.
The boy's gasps gradually changed from passionate, broken screams to hoarse, weak moans. He had been climaxing and leaking
fluids for two hours straight, and even the most youthful and vigorous body would eventually be exhausted. At that moment, the hairy,
muscular man who was gently yet cruelly penetrating his anus suddenly trembled, his massive muscles tensing,
and a soft groan escaped his throat. Logan frowned, his eyes closed, and soon his two massive buttocks
began to twitch violently. Of course, his two bull-sized testicles and the enormous penis inserted into George's body also twitched simultaneously
. A large amount of semen gushed into George's body; this was the second time that day.
George was already lost in the moment, but the sudden, violent tremor in his abdomen made him groan uncontrollably
. He felt the scalding semen being shot into his stomach, surging down his esophagus, then a sharp pain and itching in his throat, followed
by a loud "whoosh," as large gushes of thick, pungent, and fragrant male semen gushed from his mouth, flowing down his chin, neck
, and cheeks onto the silk pillow.
After ejaculating, Logan gasped for a few seconds, remembering the pre-arranged steps, and slowly
withdrew his thick penis from the boy's body. George was now convulsing, writhing erratically, and
with the withdrawal of the massive penis, he convulsed even more, a large amount of semen gushing from his gaping maw between his buttocks,
soaking the sheets and blankets. Logan, as instructed, moved the muscular, hairy
body to the headboard, sat on the luxurious pillows, leaned against the carved wooden headboard, and rested. At this
moment, his crotch, glistening with his own semen and exuding a strong, pungent aroma, was
very close to the lewd young master's face. George, already lost in the act, though completely out of control, still writhed like a crazed slut
, greedily and shamelessly rubbing his handsome face against Logan's crotch. He
breathed deeply, savoring the strong, pungent scent unique to a mature man's genitals, and shamelessly licked the
semen remaining on the enormous penis.
An hour later, finally recovering from his dazed state, George lay on the bed, unable to move for a long time.
He still couldn't get out of bed because his legs were still unresponsive; the nerves in his entire lower body were nearly numb from the insertion of the enormous penis
. The sheets were soaked with sticky semen, but George didn't care. He rested his
head on the muscular groin of the hulking homeless man, the heat and rich scent emanating from the man's crotch so close
, it captivated him. He watched as the pair of enormous testicles and the still-thick, python-like penis
drooped lazily on his pillow, thinking he would give anything to enjoy this genitalia.
Logan felt completely relaxed after relieving himself. Seeing that the slutty young man before him was no longer able to play
, he shifted his legs, signaling him to move aside, and then lay down. This large, muscular man almost
overflowed the extra-large palatial bed, but Logan didn't mind. After years of sleeping on grass and
benches, sleeping on such a soft, luxurious bed was a rare treat.
This was the nineteenth time he had fucked this lewd young nobleman on this bed, and the seventh time he had stayed overnight.
The rest of the time, he had done this slut in some corner of the park. In total, he
had fucked this guy over sixty times in just over two months, without missing a single day. This kid was a natural slut, and with
the rampant desires of puberty, his greed was truly rare. Logan might have had some reservations at first, but now
he was secretly delighted: getting free sexual gratification every day was enough to satisfy him; it was like a
windfall. What's more, whenever George's parents weren't home, he would invite Logan over,
providing him with good food and drink. And if George's parents were away on business or for some other reason not to be home at night, this
guy would even offer to let Logan stay overnight—of course, in the middle of the night, he would beg Logan to fuck him again
. If George's parents were away for several days, they would have unrestrained sex in every corner of the mansion day and night , until the strong smell of semen permeated the entire house. Of course, George would 　　hire an unknown cleaning company to thoroughly clean the place before
his parents returned home . 　　But for Logan, the biggest benefit wasn't even that. Logan learned that George was 　　the only son of the chairman of a major international conglomerate, spoiled since childhood, and able to easily obtain power and money. To facilitate their future 　　illicit affairs, George secretly arranged an inconspicuous but legal identity for Logan, skillfully 　　erasing all traces of his involvement. In just two months, Logan 　　went from a homeless man on the run to a law-abiding local citizen on Long Island. George also discreetly bought an unassuming apartment 　　, ready to be handed over in the next couple of days. This would be Logan's home, and with it, George could 　　shamelessly take him to that unknown place every day for his sexual encounters. 　　Of course, all of this came at a price, a simple one, which Logan felt was practically nothing 　　. When George's lust was aroused, he would instruct Logan to use various positions and make strange requests. For example, 　　he'd say that after ejaculating, he wanted to put the big cock in front of George so he could lick it clean; or that he 　　wouldn't stop until the semen overflowed from George's mouth. Sometimes he'd even demand to have Logan's semen for breakfast, or 　　to bathe in Logan's semen, and so on. For an ordinary strong man, these endless, lewd demands would certainly be...

He was exhausted, but for Logan, whose body had been drastically altered by the banned drugs and whose hormones were surging, this was not
strenuous at all; on the contrary, it allowed him to release his lustful desires. To be honest, George was a very handsome guy with a
strong and well-proportioned physique. Although he wasn't very tall, his buttocks could be trained to be strong and perky, making Logan, this stud bull,
very aroused. The continuous lewd intercourse these past few days had made the guy's anus increasingly loose
, increasingly able to accommodate Logan's huge penis. Even George's internal organs, which were always shifted back and forth from being fucked,
were now slowly getting used to and adapting to it. All of this was good for Logan, because it meant that he
could fuck this lewd young master more freely. So, for this former homeless man, everything was
a win-win situation.
Chapter Six
On the treetops outside the apartment window, the maple leaves changed from green to red, then to yellow, and finally fell with the wind
. Another season was about to arrive, accompanied by dim light and cold air.
The apartment was decorated in a very unusual way. The living room ceiling, the surrounding walls, and even a large section of
the floor in the center were all mirrors. This made the entire living room look like some kind of ritual space. At this moment,
performing a ritual on the mirror in the center of the floor were two naked men, drenched in sweat. Standing with his legs spread wide
was a burly, muscular man, as strong as an ox, covered in thick, masculine body hair, with long
, flowing hair and a wild stubble. This muscular man leaned back, his thick, well-developed arms lifting the other
man's legs high into the air. The other man looked very young,
not very tall, with a well-proportioned and strong build. He leaned against the burly man's thick pectoral muscles, his head slumped back on the burly man's muscular shoulders, his expression dazed and lewd. His legs were spread wide and lifted into the air, 　　revealing a huge, astonishingly thick penis inserted into the center of his
strong, round buttocks. 　　Logan lifted George into the air, his hips swaying violently up and down, his terrifyingly large penis 　　leaving clear marks on George's stomach with each thrust. The burly man, eyes closed and brows furrowed, was drenched in sweat. George 　　, meanwhile, let out lewd moans, thick semen constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth, his dazed eyes staring at 　　the ceiling, watching himself being fucked to the point of ecstasy from different angles. Clearly, Logan had already ejaculated inside him 　　at least twice, leaving a sticky stain on the mirrored floor beneath the burly man's feet. 　　For the past few months, George had left school early every day to be fucked by Logan. Now, he even 　　had to clench his gluteal muscles when walking, because if he relaxed, his intestines would spill out of his loose anus. The center of his buttocks had long 　　been played with into a soft, rotten, dark brown patch, forcing him to wear adult diapers to school every day, and even using a giant 　　anal plug to prevent his intestines from leaking out. However, the lewd young master paid no heed to any of this; his mind 　　was solely focused on what position Logan would use to fuck him that day. As time passed, the burly, muscular man, who had 　　initially been cautious in his insertions, could now finally thrust in with unrestrained abandon, because George had been completely turned into a 　　living sex toy. The young master's anus had been thoroughly ravaged into a genuine, loose genital, yet 　　it only grew more lewd, showing no signs of slowing down. 　　The robust, hairy man repeatedly and violently pounded his hips, brutally fucking the 　　boy who had been driven to hysteria. With each thrust, large amounts of stretched, deformed intestines tightly gripped the enormous, monstrous 　　penis, being pulled out and then shoved back into the lewd young master's body. Logan's huge, full glans repeatedly rammed into 　　the boy's stomach, displacing his internal organs. In fact, the internal structure of this lewd boy's body 　　was already twisted and deformed. If he were to go to the hospital for a checkup now, the doctors would be astonished that he was 　　still alive. But George, completely controlled by desire, wouldn't care. For him, even being 　　fucked to death was acceptable. 　　For the past few months, Logan had been playing with the lewd boy's anus every day, and as the boy's body adapted 　　and changed, he fucked him more and more fiercely, more and more unrestrainedly. From initially having some control and restraint, to now 　　being able to unleash his wild power, this strong man, like the nobleman he was fucking, was being gradually devoured by desire 　　. 　　At this moment, the bearded strong man with tightly furrowed brows was about to reach his third orgasm. The last barrier in his heart had broken 　　, and with a roar, he began to frantically swing his hips up and down and back and forth with the greatest force and speed. That hideous big fleshy 　　pillar mercilessly thrust into the poor boy, faster and faster! George's lewd moans turned into hoarse 　　, broken roars, and large gushes of milky white semen gushed from the boy's urethra. 　　The continued writhing of George's ravaged sphincter during orgasm only fueled the excitement of the thick penis tightly gripped by the sphincter— 　　an out-of-control cycle. 　　Finally, Logan's patience reached its limit. His mind went blank with chaos and madness, his testosterone surging 　　, and he recklessly thrust his massive cock into the boy's body one last time! 　　George's stomach had been stretched and rubbed raw by the massive cock for nearly three hours, and now this violent impact finally 　　caused tragedy. With a loud "bang," the lewd boy's stomach exploded, his eight youthful abdominal 　　muscles ripped open from the middle, and copious amounts of blood, along with shattered internal organs, gushed from the gruesome wound 　　! The excruciating pain made George, in his dazed state, suddenly open his eyes wide, but in this extreme agony, his mouth opened 　　but no sound came out. His head was still resting on Logan's shoulder, his chaotic, agonizing struggle staring intently at 　　the grotesque image reflected in the ceiling mirror: he, George, had truly been fucked to pieces by a huge cock. Everything 　　was like slow motion; he saw the entire process of his stomach tearing apart, his stomach bursting, flesh 　　flying everywhere, his intestines spilling out, and even more so, a bloody, enormous glans stretching the opening in his abdomen 　　wider, finally shoving it out of his body! That huge glans was so full 　　, so juicy, a symbol of absolute masculine power, a power he could never possess. Yet now, in 　　this grotesque scene, George completely possessed it. Or rather, it completely possessed George. How wonderful, to be...

Complete conquest, possession, destruction, crushing. Look, the thick, massive cock had also pierced through his abdomen,
blood flowing down the bulging veins, glistening in the light. "
I'm going to die," George thought. "I'm going to be fucked to death.
It feels so fucking good."
George looked in the mirror, not far below the massive cock that had burst his own, his own, comparatively
immature cock was continuously gushing semen. Yes, accompanied by intense pain, the pleasure was even more intense
; George was experiencing the most intense and unforgettable orgasm of his life. This violent thrust had not only burst
his stomach but also ravaged his swollen prostate, so his excited, gushing cock was spraying not
only milky white youthful semen but also streams of blood.
And the muscular man behind him was now in a frenzy, completely unaware that he was about to fuck
this boy to death. He roared, his whole body tensing, his toes stomping, his glutes trembling, and
he began to ejaculate in a state of ecstasy. George's vision was still in slow motion; he saw the enormous
penis that had plunged into his stomach instantly swell and throb, its narrow glans suddenly widening, and thick, white semen
gushing out.
The sight was so alluring.
With his last ounce of strength, George stretched out his trembling arms and embraced the
massive phallus that had pierced his abdomen and stood erect below his neck. This weapon, about to kill him, felt
so tempting, so scalding hot. Each violent spasm was like the pulse of life. In that instant, the
lewd youth felt his life had meaning, as if half of it had been absorbed by this enormous penis. Was this
an offering? A sacrifice? If so, he would certainly be willing. He couldn't ask for more.
Logan sat blankly against the wall. It was late, but he felt nothing. His still-enormous,
limp penis was stained with blood. In fact,
blood covered everything from his muscular abdomen to his large testicles and thick legs.
In the center of the room, the young man's body was already cold. His eyes were wide open in a frenzy,
a bizarre and hysterical smile playing on his lips. In the center of his stomach, a gaping, bloody hole, his internal organs had been ripped apart
, meat paste and pieces scattered around his body, the intestines and stomach barely discernible. Blood
splattered everywhere, along with copious amounts of semen. Some of Logan's, some of the poor boy's.
Logan stared blankly at the gruesome scene, expecting to feel panic, but
he didn't. He had seen far more gruesome scenes on the battlefield. But
those who died on the battlefield would never display such extreme pleasure and madness as George. For some reason, Logan thought again of
the little boy whose head he had smacked off, the boy who had crushed the muscular officer's two fat testicles. He remembered
the boy's lifeless, black-hole-like eyes.
It was deserved. It was a choice. But why was this deserved, unavoidable outcome so
chilling? Why?
A dark and tragic force choked Logan. He didn't know how to resolve it, nor
how to escape it. He could only look at the gradually cooling, bloody corpse before him, at the hysterical
expression on the lewd boy's face, and think of the moth-to-a-flame collision and continuation of power. A surge of unquenchable passion
churned within him, so aimlessly. And finally, this directionless passion could only flow to the same
place: the large, murderous weapon between his legs.
Logan stood up, expressionless, and walked to George's body, then squatted down. He slowly bent down,
opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue, licking the tattered intestines overflowing from the bloody hole. His mind was blank; he had no
thoughts, no purpose, he simply did this without knowing why.
Suddenly, he took a large bite of the tattered intestines into his mouth and bit down hard. Blood splattered everywhere, the stench overwhelming
. The blood-soaked burly man's throat moved back and forth, swallowing the boy's gruesome intestines. This
action seemed to further ignite his savagery, causing him to lower his head even more fiercely and bite down on a
large chunk of the boy's internal organs, tearing and devouring them. The burly man's mind was empty, filled only with primal savagery.
After swallowing several pieces of the boy's internal organs, the crazed, muscular man grabbed his
swollen, enormous penis, aimed the engorged glans at the large hole in the boy's abdomen, and thrust it in with a soft "plop."
The boy's body was no longer on its predetermined course, just a pile of rotting flesh, and the
slapping sounds of the enormous penis thrusting in and out of it were so eerie. The thick penis actually entered from the abdomen, at most reaching the chest and throat, not fully
penetrating. However, Logan, like a beast devoid of reason and consciousness, didn't care, just frantically swinging
his hips, violently ravaging George's corpse again and again, until this burly man, now resembling a wild beast, tensed up,
trembling as he violently convulsed and ejaculated within that mass of rotting flesh.
Food, sex, and nature. And when all other aspirations conflict, life is left with only these two
guiding lights.
After using George's mangled body, Logan stood up unsteadily, and after a long while,
dazed, found his clothes, put them on, and finally left the apartment. Walking on the unlit
night road, he knew that in the next day or two, someone would discover this gruesome crime scene and call the police. Or perhaps
it will be a week later, when the body begins to decompose and emits a foul stench, that the neighbors will call the police. The police will
find his information in the large amount of semen at the scene, but he, with his new identity, will not be found.
They will only continue searching for the soldier who escaped from the rehabilitation center. But that is not him, that person is not him.
He has seen things that person has not seen. There is no bloody scene, no loss of control, no confusion.
As for the lewd boy he fucked to death, Logan doesn't seem to have thought much about it. Although they
had been intimate for half a year, although the boy had given him a place to live and a new identity, it was all
just a transaction. Just a transaction between a big cock and a horny cunt, just a pair of lustful and wet
people, with no one in between. Just like the war back then, just a transaction between weapons, just...
Two directions, no one in between.
Chapter Seven
Small towns in the western mountains are few in number, but a large number of freight trucks pass through. Therefore, these towns generally
have a series of measures designed specifically for travelers. These include a lively bar,
shops selling daily necessities and supplies, gas stations, and small hotels for rest. Besides truck drivers, backpackers often pass through
these towns as well. So, in addition to providing a place for truck drivers to chat and relax, the bars are also
places for backpackers and truck drivers to exchange goods and services – backpackers often need to hitch a ride on a freight truck to reach their destination.
For truck drivers, firstly, having someone to chat with on a monotonous journey is a good option, and secondly, many
backpackers will pay in cash. Backpackers without cash are usually college students or young people traveling for fun
. These young people often offer sexual services in exchange: after all, they are
quite open-minded at this age, and truck drivers who haven't seen many people for a long time almost never refuse any form of sexual service.
Miles lazily drank his beer in the bar, keeping an eye on the truck
drivers entering and leaving. There were plenty of burly, muscular men, but Miles was selective. Even
among the best, there was always one top-tier man—his target.
When these truck drivers passed Miles, almost every one of them would give the
young, muscular man a good once-over, their eyes filled with undisguised lust. Most of them had wives and children, but
often they'd be on the road for six months at a time, sometimes going days without even reaching a small town. This almost abstinent lifestyle meant
they wouldn't miss any opportunity to release their pent-up desires. A strong, alluring young man like Miles was their
favorite: the truck drivers wanted nothing more than sex, unburdened sex, and who
could be more adventurous and playful than a vigorous young man? Often, even with a blonde beauty standing nearby, these men would still choose the strong,
handsome young man to serve them.
This wasn't Miles's first time backpacking across America. Since graduating high school, he had
been wandering aimlessly, and his parents had almost given up on him. Without his parents' financial support
, Miles often had to find other ways to raise travel expenses—which was very easy for him, a former male prostitute
. Just seduce a few horny, muscular men, put on a vest to show some muscles, and then it was a
matter of a glance. If any of these men were willing to be fucked, that was ideal; it was very satisfying to fuck those
mature, muscular men until they ejaculated. However, most truck drivers
preferred Miles to serve their penises, and Miles didn't mind. If the other man was skilled and had a
big penis, Miles knew that being fucked was even more pleasurable than fucking someone.
In fact, he had been on the road from the East Coast for about two months now. His basic itinerary was to hitchhike
for a few days to a week to reach the next small town, then get off and play for a few days before hooking up with another muscular man to
hitchhike on the next truck. This time he was lucky; out of five truck drivers so far, two had willingly
offered their muscular asses for him to fuck. Recalling the scene, Miles felt a surge of blood rush to his groin:
on the empty highway, the truck continued forward, with two men in the driver's seat—or
rather, the young, muscular man with a large penis, and the burly, muscular driver, naked, sitting on the
man's enormous cock. The massive penis was deeply inserted into the burly man's rectum, causing the lustful driver to
moan and howl, yet he had to use his remaining sanity to try and continue driving. Finally, because the burly man
was almost exhausted from being fucked, his white semen splattered all over the windshield, and for safety reasons, they had to
stop for a while on the side of the road. Miles remembered that four days later, he got off the truck in a small town, and
the driver, whom he had been fucking increasingly lewdly, even begged him not to get off. The guy's cunt, which had been pink and tight four days ago,
had been fucked into a light brown, loose, and deformed slutty organ. Miles guessed that this burly man would
be inseparable from all kinds of big dicks for the rest of his life. Well, anyway, the truck drivers were away from home for half a year, so there was plenty of time
for him to be fucked by all kinds of backpackers on the road.
Another burly man who willingly let Miles fuck him was an old hand. He was a muscular man with a beard and covered in brown down
. Looking at his fierce expression and his burly body, you would never guess that he was such
a slutty and experienced slut. This guy not only half-squatted while driving and let Miles sit in the driver's seat
and fuck him hard, but also put on autopilot on a straight stretch of highway, and then changed positions in the cramped
cockpit, using his loose, dark brown, experienced cunt to constantly swallow and spit out the big, fat dick of a young hunchback. He would turn his back
to Miles, spread his legs, bend his knees, and bury his entire massive upper body in the accelerator
and brake pedal slots in front of the driver's seat, roaring loudly to urge Miles to fuck him harder. He could also roll over to face Charles
, his massive upper body still wedged in the slots under the steering wheel, his two thick, hairy thighs resting directly on
the back of the driver's seat, allowing his already gushing anus to be penetrated from the opposite direction by the huge cock. This hairy, muscular
man would roar hysterically, violently thrusting his hips up and down, allowing Miles's enormous cock to repeatedly
pump into his hole, until the man's own well-sized cock convulsed and gushed out large amounts of milky
white semen, even spraying it directly onto Miles's face. After being relentlessly fucked by Miles's massive cock for an entire
day, that night, the horny, muscular slut was fucked by Miles
for most of the night in the back of the truck. Sometimes he would spread his strong legs wide, facing the back of the seat, leaning forward, letting Miles
squat and fuck him until he rolled his eyes and ejaculated repeatedly. Other times, facing the young, muscular man, he would hug his hairy, thick thighs,
letting Miles grab his two huge pectoral muscles and thrust forcefully into his deformed, twisted hole. When he
woke up in the morning, the entire truck was almost covered in the two men's semen; the strong, pungent smell was almost suffocating.
Next, the seasoned, muscular slut, aroused by a day of intercourse, became even more unrestrained
. He even sat on the gear shift lever, squatting up and down, using the plastic rod to thrust into his ass.
He then bent down and began passionately licking Miles's enormous penis in the passenger seat. Thankfully, there was autopilot
, and this guy's driving skills were truly remarkable; he could actually
shift gears while indulging in lewd pleasure, using his anus, which covered the handle, to pull the gearshift! By the second night of their lewd sex affair, this hairy, muscular man
had completely abandoned all his male dignity. When Miles asked to get out of the car to urinate, this muscular man,
in a fit of lust, raised his fleshy buttocks, personally spreading his glutes, shamelessly begging the young,
muscular man to insert his large penis into his body and urinate directly inside. "I am your urinal," he said. "Please
use me as you please; it's best if you break me."
Miles, of course, complied. The feeling of his thick, fat cock being tightly gripped by the burly man's anus
was one thing; the sense of accomplishment of fucking a mighty bull was another; and the feeling of unleashing all the urine he had been holding back all day
into this burly slut's body was yet another kind of conquest. Miles released the pressure in his bladder with pleasure
, watching the burly man's abdomen rapidly swell and expand as it was filled with his urine, hearing
the burly man's involuntary groans of pain—it was all worth it. Not long after, Miles's five-minute
urination session wasn't over yet, his thick cock still deeply inserted into the burly man's anus, when the muscular slut
finally couldn't hold back any longer, trembling all over, groaning incoherently, and a large amount of semen gushed from his penis
.
Two days later, when they finally arrived at the next town, it was Miles who was driving.
The seemingly fierce, burly man had been exhausted and unconscious from the intense fucking of the past few days,
and Miles had no choice but to drive the truck himself for the last leg of the journey. This incredibly horny guy, upon waking, desperately
begged Miles to continue their journey, but Miles politely declined. To be honest, after five days of non-stop intercourse,
even with his boundless energy, he needed a rest. Besides, by the fifth day, the guy's anus
was in a terrible state; he could easily fit both of his fists inside simultaneously. It had become so loose and deformed that
continuing wouldn't be as satisfying.
However, most of the burly drivers preferred to have a strong, handsome young man like Miles serve
their penises. This was actually much easier for Miles, as his technique was almost superb.
He could quickly make those burly men howl and ejaculate, completing his daily work in two or three hours
– ejaculating more than ten times. Even the most horny burly men needed a break. From this perspective, serving them
was much more worthwhile than fucking their asses: being sucked by a skilled young man would quickly bring satisfaction.
When a skilled young hunk is anally penetrated, they quickly become uncontrollably lewd. At that point,
they won't stop, even if they're fucked to death, let alone ejaculate more than ten times.
Miles knew exactly how to serve these burly drivers who needed to get going. They didn't need to change positions;
they just needed to keep driving. Miles would bend down from the passenger seat, unbuckle their belts or unzip
their zippers, and pull out their large, pungent, mature penises, swallowing them whole. While
these huge penises were still soft, he would swallow them directly, letting them swell and fill his throat—
a technique Miles had mastered. This often caused unprepared hunks to tremble
and ejaculate shortly after becoming engorged. Miles would also take pleasure with those burly men who had particularly large penises or were obviously experienced
: he would take off his jeans, straddle the burly man driving, either facing them
or with his back to them, only needing to shift his body slightly so they could see the road ahead. Then,
gritting his teeth and enduring the initial pain of being stretched, he would slowly insert those fat dicks into his own bodies. After
that, it was all his domain; many burly men quickly couldn't resist stopping their cars, their animalistic desires
overwhelming them as they grabbed his massive body and began to fuck him passionately, not stopping until they ejaculated several times inside him.
Miles was lucky on this trip; the three burly drivers who fucked him were all quite skilled,
fucking him until his mind went blank and he experienced wave after wave of orgasms. To be honest, the enjoyment of being fucked to orgasm
was even more pleasurable than vigorously fucking the assholes of those sluts.
Years of working as a sex worker had allowed Miles to see all kinds of men, especially middle-aged burly men. Now, he
can
tell with a high degree of accuracy whether a burly man is a slut who needs to be fucked or a thirsty stallion just by the way he walks, the way he looks at him, and the parts of his body he stares at. For example, those lewd sex toys who have been fucked for years
often have to clench their buttocks when they walk so that their loose anuses can control their ever-present intestinal flesh. Some burly
men even have hormonal imbalances due to years of being irrigated with large amounts of semen full of male hormones, causing their nipples
to swell and become large again due to the stimulation of sex hormones, leaving obvious marks on their vests or t-shirts. On the other hand,
a standard stallion bull, driven by lust, will involuntarily stare at Miles' waist and buttocks when he passes by: a strong, muscular
waist paired with an inverted triangle-shaped torso, and a round, firm buttocks. A stallion can't help but feel his crotch throbbing when he sees this proportion
, and he can't wait to rush forward, pull out his penis, and start fucking. At these times, Miles' seemingly lazy
and alluring eyes would swiftly and precisely scan the shape and movement of the burly men's crotches out of the corner of his eye: since he was a stallion
, he definitely needed to choose one with a big and thick penis so that he could hitch a ride and maximize
his pleasure.
Each time he got off the bus in a small town, Miles would stay for a few days. Lodging and food became
a problem during these days, as he was almost penniless. However, this
was no problem for Miles, this young and alluring hunky man: remote towns were full of naive and thirsty men who clung to these
desolate, impoverished places as mere transit points for survival. The middle-aged, muscular bar owner, or the
valiant old guard at the gas station—these were all Miles' targets. Lodging was naturally solved; he would often
sleep wherever he did it, and if the timing didn't work out, these men would take Miles back to their lodgings. As for food
, simply consuming the large amounts of semen from these men would be enough. Of course, generally speaking, these...
The men were also quite generous in controlling Miles's diet.
Anyone with a bit of experience knows how rare it is to have the opportunity to indulge in such a top-quality young, strong, and muscular man; offering him food and lodging is practically winning the
lottery.
Two weeks ago, Miles stayed in a small mountain town for six whole days. He usually didn't
stay in one place for that long, but this town captivated him. Near a gas station, he discovered
a lumberjack's hut, where a grandfather, grandfather, and grandson lived. Genetics are indeed a wondrous thing;
all three were burly, muscular men, and even more remarkably, they all possessed the family's inherited enormous
penises. When the three of them couldn't suppress their desires, they would have sex with the female donkeys in the shed to relieve themselves; however,
their enormous size almost overwhelmed even the female donkeys. With Miles' arrival, their sex life instantly
became richer: from the moment Miles first saw them and smelled the strong
scent of male hormones filling the entire log cabin, he was determined to thoroughly drain these three strong men. The grandfather and grandson, seeing this
handsome, muscular man dressed casually and revealingly, subconsciously realized their sexual bliss was about to begin, and immediately
invited him to stay in the cabin.
That night, the entire log cabin shook. Miles in the living room was already stripped naked, his muscular
body covered in semen, his father's fat penis inserted into his throat, his son's large cock into his anus, while his own
thick penis was being played with with great interest by his grandfather. He was being violently fucked, reaching orgasm again and again
, until dawn when the muscular man, who had been fucked unconscious and then woken up, was finally released by the grandfather and grandson, collapsing limply
on the semen-strewn living room floor. Over the next few days, even someone as experienced as Miles
was practically driven to amnesia by the intense pleasure, his mind a complete blur, only waves of intense ecstasy washing over him. He didn't know
from which day onward, his anus had become so loose that it could accommodate
the simultaneous insertion of the grandfather and grandson's enormous, thick genitals. The tearing pain, combined with the intense, squeezing pleasure, brought him to the most intense and continuous orgasm of his life . In the days that followed, his son would take Miles along when he needed to fetch water, and 　　every few kilometers
in the pine forest by the river, they would lean against tree trunks and have a good round of sex. His father would take Miles along when he needed to chop wood, 　　swinging his axe while simultaneously thrusting his massive penis into the burly man 　　's anus. When Grandpa needed to inspect the woodlands, he would take Miles along. The two burly men, naked, sat on the saddle. 　　With each thud of the horses' hooves, Grandpa's experienced, thick, and magnificent penis would forcefully thrust in and out of 　　Miles's muscular buttocks, his member overflowing with lustful fluids, until the young man groaned and climaxed repeatedly on horseback 　　. As night fell, the three of them would gather together, and Miles, this burly man, would 　　transform from a private sex toy into a public object of sexual gratification until dawn. 　　Thinking of this, Miles unconsciously reached for the deep cleft of his own buttocks. However, realizing 　　he was still in the bar, he quickly stopped. Yet, the memories he had just recalled had already caused his 　　enormous penis to swell and throb, and his anus began to writhe and leak fluid. The 　　burly man with languid, sexy eyes exhaled and composed himself. He remembered the night before leaving that cabin 　　, after being repeatedly violated by the three men, he vaguely saw 　　his reflection in the window: between his wide-open legs, between his strong buttocks, his once slightly loose 　　anus had been turned a deep brown, the sphincter severely deformed, the intestines protruding outwards, no longer recognizable as human. 　　He had never seen an anus so badly violated in his life, not even the burly slut who had begged him to urinate 　　into her just a few days ago could compare to his current state. In just six days, his cunt had been 　　completely ruined by these three men. 　　The experienced Miles understood that being violated like this meant he would likely become increasingly inclined 　　to be penetrated by large penises in the future. And Miles didn't mind this prospect at all. He didn't mind before, and now that he had 　　begun to fall into this trap, he didn't mind even more. 　　Miles stopped his wild thoughts because he felt his anus was already overflowing with lustful fluids. "Look, 　　it's only been a few days," the handsome young man gave a lazy, bitter smile. It seemed this was truly a 　　road of no return. In just a few days, he already wished a huge, incredibly thick penis could be thrust into his anus right now, 　　giving him complete relief from the itch. 　　Chapter Eight 　　The moment this man entered the bar, he was immediately spotted by Miles. 　　Tall and imposing, his slightly worn yet more masculine leather jacket paired with slightly distressed jeans 　　—both the largest size—could barely contain his muscular, powerful physique. Every time he took a step 　　, the jeans seemed on the verge of bursting, while the lower part of the leather jacket easily covered his strong, 　　flat stomach, but the upper part was impossible to close, stretched taut by his thick, muscular chest and broad, fleshy back 　　. Underneath the leather jacket was a white vest, stretched taut by his massive pectoral muscles, 　　the upper half of which was covered in curly hair. 　　This burly man had long, casually styled hair that cascaded lazily over his shoulders. His imposing, angular face 　　was covered in a thick stubble. From the moment he entered, the surrounding burly men stared at him—some with envy, some 　　with hostility, some with longing—but none failed to notice his intense masculine hormones. 　　Miles was no exception. However, he also noticed another part of his physique. 　　Men of this size, even more robust than bodybuilders, usually had to buy oversized jeans to 　　fit their thick, tree-trunk-like thighs. Yet their waists were slender and firm compared to their thighs 　　; even with their powerful glutes providing support, they often needed to tighten their belts to keep 　　their jeans from slipping down. This man, however, didn't need to. His groin was clearly 　　bulging and full from a massive, astonishingly large mass of flesh, the outlines of his two enormous testicles and soft, thick penis almost clearly defined. 　　That huge lump of flesh in the front, combined with the bulging, muscular buttocks in the back, somehow managed to make the oversized cowboy...

His pants were held in place tightly, so they wouldn't slip down even without a belt.
How could Miles possibly let such a perfect specimen slip by?
The young, muscular man turned around, his lazy, alluring eyes fixed on the burly man, his hand still
casually swirling his drink. Sure enough, the burly man quickly noticed
the tempting blond, muscular man sitting at the bar, his eyes instantly flashing with obvious desire
.
Miles smiled wickedly. He knew his prey had taken the bait.
Moonlight streamed through the windshield, filling the truck bed. The interior was steamy, the pungent,
masculine scent almost suffocating.
Logan leaned casually against the driver's side door, sitting sideways in the driver's seat. His muscular upper body was still clad
in a leather jacket and vest, but his trousers had long been thrown onto the back seat, blatantly exposing his two thick,
hairy, and powerful legs, and the astonishingly large penis between them. This burly man
hadn't even taken off his boots, yet he spread his legs, lazily allowing the muscular man before him to serve him.
Miles was completely naked, his muscular and alluring youthful body utterly naked in the silvery moonlight
. It seemed he had long been prepared to be fucked, penetrated, and repeatedly drenched in semen for days on end.
At this moment, this blond, blue-eyed hunchback knelt on the passenger seat, letting his muscular, round buttocks stick up
into the air, while his upper body leaned over the driver's side. He panted heavily, his hands caressing and playing with the muscular man
's large penis, and his tongue greedily licking every inch of the hot, throbbing flesh. Miles' handsome face
pressed against Logan's massive, engorged penis with extreme lewdness, his lazy, alluring eyes now utterly dazed
.
Upon closer inspection,
something was clearly inserted between the bulging muscles of this strong young man's buttocks: a large beer can! The thick can stretched the young man's anus wide open,
the sphincter muscles, which had been thoroughly relaxed a few days ago, were now stretched to their limit again. Streams of thick, viscous fluid
gushed continuously from the opening of his anus, and a large amount flowed from the tip of his large penis onto the seat.
The two men had been playing for a while. However, Logan hadn't yet inserted his massive penis into Miles' anus
, because he knew the kid couldn't handle it yet. That's why there was a
large beer can inserted into Miles' anus: he needed to completely relax and stretch this cunt before Logan could fully enjoy it.
After Logan had thoroughly violated that lecherous rich kid George, he spent several months living
a life of displacement, fleeing from Long Island, New York, all the way to the American Midwest. Fortunately, this burly man was already used to a nomadic
life. The police did find his DNA in the semen found throughout the house, but the DNA matched that
of the deserter from years ago, and that soldier was no longer alive. Ultimately, using the new identity George had helped him obtain,
and relying on his enormous size, strength, and experience driving on the battlefield, Logan
found a new job in the American Midwest, becoming a truck driver. Since becoming a truck driver, almost every few days
he would be accompanied by young backpackers, and under the influence of his strong hormones, almost all the passengers,
regardless of gender, would spontaneously begin touching and sucking his large penis within an hour without him even asking. Of course, he didn't
expect these randomly arriving passengers to have the same voluptuous and amazing genitals as George to tolerate his huge penis,
so he let them rub their bodies against his thick phallus, as long as he could finally ejaculate
. To be honest, after two years of a peaceful and stable life on the road every day, which allowed him to ejaculate frequently
, he hadn't complained much.
Of course, tonight was a little different. The handsome and muscular blond young man in front of him
was indeed a top-notch guy. His naturally lazy eyes and wicked smile were unconsciously and constantly arousing Logan's
lust, not to mention his bulging, massive muscles. This guy looked exactly like
the muscular young male officer he used to fuck every day in the army. Whenever he thought of the officer's shameless and lewd howls, Logan would
involuntarily feel his lower body engorged with blood. Logan had initially only wanted to enjoy the blond hunk's tongue and skin,
but when the guy impatiently pulled down his pants, Logan's eyes lit up:
between the muscular little guy's buttocks was a gaping, ravaged cunt, clearly dripping with precum
. This sight ignited Logan's lust, making him eager to act. However, considering his past history of literally fucking
a man to death, to ensure such a troublesome situation wouldn't repeat itself, Logan suppressed his
lust and first shoved a can of beer into the blond hunk's lewd genitals as a warm-up.
This warm-up had been going on for almost two hours, and the muscular little guy, with a large beer can still stuffed into his anus,
was clearly in a state of ecstatic lust. As for Logan himself,
his huge penis had been constantly serviced and caressed for two hours; although it lacked the intense pleasure of penetration,
it was also on the verge of its first ejaculation of the night.
The burly man's brows furrowed deeper, his breathing grew heavier, and his large muscles taut.
Finally, his body shuddered, a low groan escaped his throat, and his buttocks began to tremble violently.
His massive, veiny penis instantly swelled, then convulsed violently, ejaculating large gushes of thick, white semen,
some spraying onto the blond man's face and even his hair, some even spraying directly onto the car roof.
Miles witnessed the entire process up close. He had seen many large penises, but he
had never encountered one so enormous, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. His anus was stuffed with a large beer
can; although there was no thrusting, the intense psychological and visual stimulation had already pushed him to
the brink of orgasm. As he stared in disbelief as a large gush of semen splattered onto his face, the psychological
shock caused the continuous pleasure emanating from his buttocks to finally exceed his control. Then the burly
man's pupils dilated violently, and he let out a series of ecstatic moans as his whole body trembled and he reached his climax.
His relaxed sphincter tried to clench repeatedly during ejaculation, but was helplessly blocked by the beer can
. So he could only weakly twitch as the semen slowly gushed from his urethra, the orgasm lasting
a full minute.
The burly truck driver, panting and resting for a few minutes, was once again filled with lust. "Turn around,"
he said in a low, hoarse voice. The voice wasn't loud, but it was full of desire and authority,
a command overflowing with the wildness of a male animal. Miles' eyes had been glazed over for a while, and he was still panting heavily, but upon hearing the command,
he immediately obeyed with extreme excitement, turning his back to the passenger seat and then spreading his muscular legs, lifting them up
and placing them on the burly driver's shoulders.
Logan wasted no time, reaching out and grabbing the bottom of the beer can, then forcefully
pulling the entire can out by the shove!
"Ahhh... Ahhhhhhh!!..." This sudden movement caused Miles's muscular
genitals to howl, even cracking in the voice. Suddenly losing its support, a large amount of his intestinal flesh
was ejected from his body with a bang as the beer can was violently pulled out! The sphincter muscles lost their resistance for a moment, but also
couldn't determine the direction, and could only twitch erratically, causing streams of
semen that had just remained in Miles's two large, fat testicles to spray all over the muscular man's face and huge pectoral muscles.
Logan looked at the uncontrolled pool of rotten flesh between the young muscular man's buttocks, and at the muscular genitals's current
expression of rolling eyes and loss of reason, and his lust rose again and again. He couldn't wait to straighten his body, hold
his huge and amazing genitals with both hands, and aim the glans at the blond muscular man's lewd flesh hole, even directly pressing it
against the large pool of protruding intestinal flesh. Miles felt the scalding heat and enormous size, and couldn't help but
tremble a few times. A dazed, bewildered look in his eyes held a hint of irrational, hysterical anticipation.
The burly, muscular man finally began to slowly thrust his hips, pushing the massive glans inch by inch into Miles
's body. The feeling of being stretched to its limit, almost tearing him apart, made Miles's eyes widen, a
trembling, soft groan escape his throat, and his whole body began to convulse! Soon, the entire glans
was inside the young man's body, while the even thicker, fleshy shaft slowly began to penetrate the already torn and bleeding
orifice. Miles could feel the inhuman behemoth slowly passing through the gap between his hip bones,
as his entire pelvis was almost completely filled by this enormous shaft! He groaned,
his voice breaking under the dual assault of extreme pain and pleasure. The muscular, blond man convulsed, trying to lift his neck slightly,
his pupils darting wildly in his wide-open eyes, yet he still struggled to see clearly how he was being
ravaged by this enormous penis.
He was stunned by the unbelievable scene before him, his mind blank: due to his position, he
couldn't see how his anus was being torn apart by the giant penis, but he could clearly see
a huge, cylindrical bulge appearing from his lower abdomen. This cylinder slowly but resolutely
stretched his rectum, large intestine, and small intestine, spreading from the bottom of his abdomen all the way to his stomach, squeezing and
pulling at all his internal organs, deforming and displacing them.
He felt the increasing pressure on his stomach, and his eyes could clearly see
the huge, glans-shaped bulge in the center of his abdomen. The pain grew stronger and stronger, and then suddenly
, the muscular blond man's entire body trembled, his massive muscles shaking
for a while. With the tremor, Miles felt the pressure in his stomach vanish instantly, replaced
by an unusual feeling of fullness, even a feeling of bloating: he knew that the enormous, engorged glans was now
completely filling his stomach.
Simultaneously, this tremor brought another orgasm to the young man. His torn sphincter
was completely immobile, so only streams of white semen seeped from the tip of Miles's massive penis
, dripping onto his belly, which was distorted by the enormous shaft. At this moment,
the muscles of this muscular man were practically useless; his eight distinct abdominal muscles had been stretched and deformed, and he
was like a skewered piece of food, entirely dependent on the mercy of the Creator.
And in this state, the young man, eyes wide and mouth agape, pupils
darting erratically, experienced a prolonged orgasm that lasted for five minutes in a state of mental blankness.

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