MAC MEN 7: THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES (THE PARTY PART 3)

[Guest randyrawman]

“Is this the stud you were asking me about?” Angel says, his arm around my sweat-soaked shoulder.

We’re facing a dirty-hot, totally ripped white guy who’s about my height and age with blue eyes, a shaved head and elaborate tattoo sleeves. He’s wearing a navy blue wrestling singlet embellished with an N2N logo and what looks like months of hard-earned cum stains.

The guy grabs my half-hard cock before even uttering a word. “Yeah, it’s him,” the guy says, shooting Angel a sly smile. “It’s totally him. You don’t remember me, do you, Randy?”

“I…no, I don’t think so…” I say, sliding my hand up his tatted arm and squeezing his meaty tricep.

“High school,” he says.

“You didn’t go to my high school,” I scoff. “My school was small and I would have remembered someone like you.”

“I lived a few towns over,” he says. “We used to compete against each other at debate tournaments.”

“Oh shit, Kenny!” I say, finally placing him. “Kenny, what was your last name?”

He answers just as I remember it and we say it simultaneously: “Denton.”

“Kenny Fucking Denton,” I say, blown away by this unexpected blast from my past.

“Literally Kenny Fucking Denton,” he teases. “That is, if you want it.”

“Oh, I want it,” I say. When I reach around to squeeze his Spandex-clad ass, I discover he’s cut a hole in the back of the singlet so he can take cock and cum while getting off on wearing his favorite fetish-gear.

“This is so random,” I say to Angel. “You used to have glasses, right?” I ask Kenny.

“And hair,” Kenny says, rubbing a hand over his smooth, sexy, bald head.

“I was always nervous around you,” I admit to him, “like my palms would sweat and everything. At the time, I told myself it was because we were competing but looking back, I think I was nervous around you because I wanted us to fuck.”

“I wanted us to fuck, too,” he says while playing with my nipples. “Remember at the state tournament, we were staying at the same hotel? I invited you for a swim late at night but that tall guy…”

“Tip Livingston,” I say.

“Yeah, that guy,” says Angel. “He made you stay in your room and prep for the tournament. He totally cock-blocked me.”

“Well, he’s not here now,” I say, going in for a deep, wet kiss. He shoves his tongue in my mouth. I practically deep-throat it as I grind my now rockhard cock against his bulge, streaking his shiny singlet with my pre-jizz. “You know, Tip’s a preacher now and he has like eight kids,” I whisper while kissing his ear.

“Eight?” he says, shocked. “We have some catching up to do. Wanna knock me up?”

“Fuck yes,” I say.

“Get into it quick, boys,” advises Angel. “It’s almost Midnight Madness time.”

“What’s that?” Kenny and I ask in unison.

“It’s a Shudder tradition,” says Angel. “The rule is when the clock strikes midnight, there can be no exposed cocks anywhere in the warehouse, nor can there be any cocks covered up in jocks or slutty little singlets,” he adds squeezing Kenny’s hardening bulge.

“So what you’re saying is--?“ says Kenny.

“Your cock’s gotta be up an ass or down a throat mouth at midnight,” he clarifies. “Even if you’re bottoming, you gotta get that fuckstick is some lucky fucker’s mouth.”

“It’s like Barebacker Jenga,” I joke before taking a look at my watch. “It’s quarter to twelve so I better get this cock in your ass, Kenny.”

“It’s about time,” says Kenny, taking me by the hand and leading me back into the throng. “I’ve only wanted it for a few decades. Let’s go breed.”

A minute later we were positioned in the center in the sweaty, pulsing Shudder throng. Kenny’s leaned over a fuckbench taking my fuck while sixty-nining Angel who’s on his back getting barefucked by a smooth, bodybuilding Hawaiian fucker with a 9-inch powertool.

“Fuck, your ass feels amazing,” I say to Kenny while alternating between teasing his fuck-rim and plowing in deep. “So warm and wet and sloshy. How many loads so far tonight?”

He pulls off Angel’s cumstick long enough to say, “You’ll make three.”

“Wait a second,” I say. “Who said you were getting my next load?”

“Oh, I’m getting it,” he says. “Even if you didn’t want to, my ass wouldn’t let go until it got your seed.”

“One minute to Midnight Madness,” boom Ron’s voice-over the loud speaker. “If your cock’s not in a warm wet hole right now, better get it there.”

“What happens to those who don’t?” I wonder.

“Get fined 20 bucks,” says Angel, pulling off Kenny’s throbbing 7-incher. “Goes toward expenses.”

“And remember, gentlemen,” continues Ron over the speaker, “you don’t have to cum right at midnight…but it would be really hot if you all did.”

The thought of a simultaneous group cum is so hot that I speed up my fuckstrokes and plow deeper than I’ve plowed so far. “Should we go for it, Kenny?” I ask. “You want to take my seed at midnight?”

“Fuck yes,” he says, pulling off Angel’s dick. “Breed me, Randy. Breed me like I wanted you to all those years ago.”

“After all this time, we finally agree on something,” I say, my breath catching as I fuck toward orgasm. “You’re getting my load.”

“Thirty seconds!” booms Ron over the loudspeaker.

I look down and watch, hypnotized, as my hard shiny cock burrows in and out of my old rival’s velvety wet manhole. ‘I’m getting there,’ I think. ‘If I don’t shoot right at midnight, it shouldn’t be too long after.’ I start to daydream that Kenny and I are together on the stage of some high school auditorium but instead of getting our debate trophies—we seemed to switch off, first and second—we were fucking in front of everyone and they were all cheering us on; students and parents and teachers alike. Actually, we weren’t just fucking. We were bareback breeding.

“Twenty seconds!” shouts Ron breathlessly. You can tell by the strain in his deep voice that he’s fucking and/or getting fucked, too. No one gets a pass on Midnight Madness.

I bend forward to squeeze Kenny’s nipples, hoping that little bit of extra stimulation will send him over the edge and coax him into flooding Angel’s pulsing gullet. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a fat throbbing cockhead pierces through my fuck-ring and slides in balls deep. I have no idea whose cock it is but it’s huge, the biggest dick I’ve taken tonight, maybe ever. Some hot stud with at least ten inches just decided he wanted to celebrate Midnight Madness in my guts. I look up into the mirror above us to see if I recognize him. Dark hair, lean muscular bod and wait, is that a Superman tattoo on his left pec? It is! Holy shit, it’s one of my ultimate pornstar fantasy fuckers, Lito Cruz. I didn’t even know he was in the building and now he’s in my ass. Oh my fucking god, I’m going to cum so fucking hard.

“10…9…8…” says Ron, starting the countdown to midnight.

You can hear the sighs, groans and ball-slaps start to build to a crescendo all over the room. Lito starts to double-time his fuckstrokes and as a result, I pound into Kenny with newfound abandon. It’s like I’m on some kind of carnival ride that I’m powerless to control. All I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride.

And then all around the room, you start to can hear it; barebackers of every size, shape, age and color orgasming, breeding, shuddering at the same time.

“I’m going to load you up, Kenny Denton!” I gasp. “Lito Cruz is going to fuck the cum right up my hard shaft and into your sloppy, hungry hole. You want it, fucker? You want my cum?”

Without coming off Angel’s shooting dick, Kenny groans affirmatively. It’s a groan full of longing and desperation, like he doesn’t just want my jizz, he needs it. He needs it to fucking live.

“Take it, fucker!” I say as my ropes start to whitewash the battered walls of his already cum-drenched ass. Scores of men all around us are groaning, too, writhing in pulse-pounding ecstasy as spunk gets shot and swapped everywhere.

“Ungh…ungh…unghh…unnnnngh…UNNNGH!”

I collapse on top of Kenny’s sweaty back, having poured everything sperm cell I had left in my balls into the ravenous ass of my old high school nemesis. Most of the fuckstuds around us shot, too, and were either savoring the mouthloads or churning up the assloads. There wasn’t much cum to be seen in the room—99% of it was shot straight inside waiting mouths and fuckholes—but you could still smell the fresh rush of mancum in the air.

It’s like everyone in the building came within ten seconds of each other. Everyone, that is except my fucker, Lito Cruz who had yet to unload and was now pounding into my ass with newfound abandon. I look into the mirror and he’s looking up at me with a devilish smile, like this was his plan all along, to hold out so we could be the center of attention. It’s like he just needed a little more encouragement before blasting his fuckjuice in me and the rest of the room were happy to supply it, shouting things like, “Sperm him up, Lito!” “Do it, fucker, do it!” “Flood his guts, stud!”

At this point, it’s like I leave my body for a second and I’m looking down from above as my shiny, muscular body gets mercilessly pounded by one of the hottest, horniest fuckstuds I had ever seen in my life. And while I get ready to take his breed, I’m surrounded by hundreds of freshly spent spunkswappers who all want the same thing as I do: They want Lito Cruz to shoot his milky white babies deep, deep, deep into my ass-tunnel.

But none of them want it more than me. “Breed me, Lito. Breed my ass with that giant supercock. Please, I need it. Mark me deep, fucker! Do it! Do it!”

“Here it comes, fucker!” he growls. “I’m getting close.”

“Seed him…seed him!” Angel starts to chant and soon the rest of the room are chanting with him. “Seed him…seed him….seed him!”

My old friend Kenny doesn’t join in the chanting. Instead he gets up on his knees so we’re eye to eye, grabs my face in his hands, smiles slyly, then opens his mouth to reveal the chunkly, hot load of manjuice he just took from Angel. Then right as Fuck God Lito Cruz starts to erupt in my ass, Kenny smashes his cum-filled mouth on top of mine and we share a load that just came straight from the tap of the man who brought me here and changed my life, Angel.

My sense’s go into overload; between the taste of Angel’s sweet cumload in Kenny’s mouth, the smell of sweat, leather, poppers and jizz that permeates the whole room, the sound of a boisterous, deep-voiced crowd cheering us on, the sight in the overhead mirror of Lito’s head thrown back in ecstasy as he marks me as his, and lastly, the feeling inside me as separate jolts of Lito’s manjuice shoot from his cock and saturate my insides. It’s all too fucking much for one stud to take. I zero in on Lito’s Superman tattoo heaving in the overhead mirror.

That’s the last thing I see before I pass out.