MAC MEN 2: THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES CONTINUES

[Guest randyrawman]

Later that night, I get an email from the address Seed2Swap@gmail. The subject line says, “Once you open this, Randy, you can’t unopen it.” I take a deep breath and open it.

Dear Randy,

I can tell you’ve got what it takes to be a hardcore breeding stud…but it’s not going to happen overnight. The Shudder party is in two weeks and I want to make sure you’re primed and ready. Meet me at this address tomorrow night at 10 PM

6969 Wood Dr. LA

It’ll just be me so don’t freak out. But wear something that shows off that amazing ass.

Angel

The next night, I spend a full two hours getting ready to meet Angel. I shower, trim, clean out my hole, try on a bunch of different outfits, settling on the nylon Adidas sweatpants I know my ass looks good in. Underneath is a pair of assless Addicted briefs I bought online but haven’t worn because I’ve been saving them for a special occasion. I think this is it.

The address is in an industrial section of downtown. It’s a warehouse space but looks totally deserted. I’m about to drive away when Angel emerges from the door, in ratty jeans and a tight T that says I Don’t Pull Out.

“Park anywhere,” he says.

I get out of my car and meet Angel in the doorway. I read his shirt, then start to give him a hug. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep kiss, slipping his hand down the back of my pants and putting a finger up against my hole.

“Nice shirt,” I say.

“Nice hole,” he says.

He grabs my hand and shoves it down the back of his jeans until it finds his hole. He moans. “It’s wet,” I say.

“Blame my cable guy,” he says. “He was hot and horny and I wanted free HBO.”

I pull my hand from Angel’s ass. The jizz on my fingers catches the light. He shoves my hand to my mouth. “Taste,” he says. I do. And then he kisses me.

“Did you cum, too?” I ask.

“I could have but I was saving my load for you,” says Angel.

That’s exactly what I wanted him to say but when I did, my heart nearly stopped. He leads me to a spot in the center of the empty warehouse where a lone dirty mattress is on the floor.

“Why are we here?” I ask.

“This is where Shudder happens,” he says. “I wanted you to get a feel for what it’s like for when you daydream about it, which I know you’re already doing. Of course, on the night of the party, it’s darker, there are some fuckbenches and slings set up, more mattresses, glory hole walls…”

“Pounding music?” I ask.

“No, no music,” says Angel, coming up behind me and grinding his crotch against my nylon-covered ass. “The guys who come to Shudder know that a big part of the turn on is the sounds; cum-filled balls slapping against tight musclebutts, studs moaning in pleasure and pain as they get their guts reamed, saying, “Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!” Hot tops moaning in ecstasy as they ask they’re bottoms if they’re ready for their hot loads. Studs cheering each other on, shouting, ‘Cum in him, fucker. Breed that boy! Seed his guts! He needs it! Ugggghhhhhhhh.’ I’m telling you, Randy, at the peak of the party, it sounds like there’s a fuckstud getting bred every five seconds.”

I get weak-kneed at the thought and nearly pass out, but Angel’s there to catch me. He helps me kneel on the mattress, then kneels with me and starts kissing me. “I can’t even imagine how many loads have gone into asses in this place since we started a year ago,” he says, puling off my shirt. “The smell of the place alone is enough to make you cum.” With that he pushes my face into the cum-stained mattress. “Name a favorite porn star, Randy.

“What? Why?”

“Just name one and I’ll tell you if he’s fucked on this mattress.”

“Chad Brock,” I say.

“Yes,” says Angel, pushing my crotch into the mattress.

“Matt Sizemore,” I say.

“Many times,” says Angel. “In fact we fucked each other on this mattress. I remember him pulling out of me and asking me to spit his load back out of my ass. If you lick the mattress, you’ll get a little of it.”

He pushes my head down and watches as I lick. While Angel peels down my sweatpants, I list more of my favorite on screen barebackers; Brad Maguire, Sage Daniels, Dominic Ryder, Jack Allen, Will West, Damien Silver, Chris Kohl, Morgan Black, Sean Storm, Dawson, Drew Sebastion, Kamrun, Damon Dogg, Lito Cruz, Jake Wetmore…with each name, he groans a yes if they’ve fucked here or a no if they haven’t. There are way more yesses than nos. “If you’re a hot guy who lives to breed and you live within a few hours, you’ve swapped loads here.”

Angel flips me on my back and pulls my sweats all the way off. My rockhard 7-inch cock snaps up on my belly. It’s already leaking pre-cum. “That’s a pretty dick, Randy,” says Angel. “I knew you’d have a pretty dick.”

“Thank you,” I say, smiling.

“When was the last time you took a dick in your ass?” asks Angel. I don’t answer. “You can tell me the truth, Randy. I like you. I think you’re sexy. I’ve got a load with your name on it churning in my balls right now. I’m not going to think less of you no matter what you say.”

“It’s been over 12 years,” I say, sheepishly. “I told you my ex didn’t like fucking. There was a guy I saw briefly before then and we only fucked and handful of times, but always with condoms.”

“With what?” Angel asks, circling my hole with his finger.

“Condoms,” I say.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says with an evil laugh.

I laugh, too. “So I’ve never bred anyone before,” I admit. “Or been bred, for that matter.”

“But it’s all you think about?” he says.

“Yes,” I say.

“From the moment you wake up till the moment you go to sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the good news is, before you leave this building, you will have done both at least once. How do you feel about that?”

“Freaked out,” I say. “But good. I feel good.”

“”Good, because there’s no going back,” he says.

In one fluid moment, he stands up, unzips his jeans and shoves his cock in my mouth. It tastes so fucking good. He pulls the back of my head down on it. I feel like I might gag at first but then I get used to it and before long, he’s fucking my face.

“You do that good, Randy,” he says. “My cock really likes being in your body. Keep sucking.” While I get used to his cock, he rubs his hands through my hair. “All those years you were shooting your cum into the air, into a wad of toilet paper, onto your stomach. What a waste.”

“I don’t want to do that anymore,” I say, pulling off his cock.

“I know you don’t,” he says. “I could see that in your eyes when you walked into my computer store.”

Angel pushes me on my back on the mattress and climbs on top of me in a 69 position. He goes up and down on my throbbing cock, making me groan in ecstasy, but then pulls off. “Don’t you dare cum in my mouth, fucker.” Then he dives down and sticks his tongue in my hole. “Use lots of spit on my cock, Randy,” he says. “Get it wet for your hole.”

Randy climbs off me, strips off the rest of my clothes and looks down at me. I’m laying naked on a mattress that literally hundreds, maybe even thousands, of men have bred on. He pulls a packet of lube out of his jeans, then shucks them off completely.

“I’m going to take off my shirt now, Randy, but I first, I want to make sure you have read what it says,” he says.

“I got it,” I say.

The part of me that’s watching this scene from outside my body can’t believe this is happening, that I’m mustering the courage to live out my the fantasies I’ve kept buried deep inside for so many years.

“It’s time Randy,” says Angel, standing above me fully naked, lubing up his giant hardon. “Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to stick my fuckstick in your tight asshole. It might take a while. It might hurt. I won’t be brutal but I’m not going to stop until I’m balls deep in your hot ass.”

“Okay,” I say.

“Close your eyes. It’s going to hurt at first, but keep breathing.”

I feel his mushroom head press against my hole. I start to squirm, tossing my head from side to side. “That’s fine, Randy,” he says, “Squirm all you want. But when you turn your head from side to side, just imagine you’re at Shudder and there are hard cocks plunging into hungry asses everywhere you look. Hot studs are shuddering all around you, and they’re shuddering because they’re doing when men were born to do, dropping their steaming hot loads into holes that are literally sucking it out of them.”

“Oh God,” I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“I’m almost in Randy,” says Angel. “Just five more inches.”

“That’s not almost,” I say, laughing through my pain.

“Make that four,” says Angel laughing with me.

I breathe as deeply as I can, trying to get used to having a dick up there for the first time in twelve years.

“I have a problem, Randy,” says Angel. “You’re too fucking sexy and I don’t want to cum without getting all the way in and really pounding you…so I’m just going to shove the rest of it in….now!”

“Unnnnngghhhh!” I say, almost blacking out.

“Breathe, fucker,” whispers Angel, putting his mouth right up to my ear. “I’m all the way in you now. Balls fucking deep. How does that—“

“Fuck me, Angel!” I gasp. “I’m ready. Fuck me and don’t stop until you shoot your cum inside my ass!”

“You got it, fucker,” he says, and starts deepdicking me in earnest. At first, he fucks me in missionary, then he turns me on my side without ever taking his cock out of my ass. “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Randy. Your ass is like velvet, man. You’re going to get my load soon and it’s going to be so fucking huge you’re going to taste it in the back of your throat.”

“I’m ready, Angel,” I say.

He flips me back onto my back, picks up his pace and leans into look me in the eye.

“I’m ready,” I say. “I’m ready to be like you, Angel. Seed my hole!”

“Oh, you’re going to get my seed, fucker,” he says, panting. “You were gonna get it even if you didn’t want it. But I know you want it. I knew it the second I saw you.”

“Cum in my ass, Angel,” I say. “Make me yours. Flood my guts!”

“Oh God, I’m cumming, Randy. I’m cumming in your hole!”

“Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!”

“Unghh! Unghh!”

“Oh fuck, I feel it. I’m getting your cum. This is fucking happening! A hot stud is breeding my ass. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!”

Each “Unghh!” represents a rope of manseed that’s shooting into my guts, sealing me forever to this man, this man who could see what I needed and was thoughtful enough to give it to me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” gasps Angel, trying to get his breath back.

He collapses on top of me, keeping his dick inside my ass. I use my ass muscles to milk out every drop I can. “Great muscle control,” he says. “You’re going to be very popular at Shudder once the word gets out about you.”

Without pulling out of me, Angel reaches to his jeans, pulls out his camera-phone and turns it on. “Keep that exact same look on your face, Randy,” he tells me. “That freshly-fucked, ‘my life just changed forever’ look.” I do as he says. He points the camera at my blissful face then pans down my body. He points the camera at his dick as it slithers out of my cum-soaked hole. He keeps the camera on my hole after he pulls out. “Keep me inside you. I want you to take my cum home with you, Randy, to eat later,” he says.

“Like a doggie bag?” I say, laughing.

“Exactly,” he laughs. “But I shot a ton so let some of it out on the mattress to commemorate your first breeding, right here on this spot where so many balls have been drained and holes have been bred.”

“Is it coming out?” I ask, trying to relax my ass muscles.

“No,” says Angel still using the camera. “Wait, there it is. Fuck, man. It’s so white and thick. You’re going to cream when you see this video.”

Angel rubs the glob of cum into the mattress, tosses the phone aside, then leans in and licks the wet spot. He crawls back up my body and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I groan as I taste the hot, sweet cum on his lips and tongue.

“Is this what it’s like at Shudder?” I ask.

“Kind of,” he says. “Only at Shudder you would have had a dick in your mouth while I was breeding you and we would have gotten a standing ovation.”

He cradles my balls in his hands and says, “You ready to empty these in my guts?”

The experience of getting bred by my fantasy man was so intense I almost forgot there was a part two. “Yes,” I say, getting up on my knees.

I grab the packet Angel used then spread all the lube that’s left on my throbbing cock. “There’s not a lot of lube left,” I say.

“It’s okay,” says Angel. “I’ve still got the cable guy’s load in there. First time breeding and you’re going to get to fuck in another stud’s load. Stick your cock in in one stroke, Randy. You won’t believe how good it’s going to feel.”

I line my hard, raw prick up at his asshole. Looking down, I realize, I’ve never seen my cock touch an asshole without a layer of latex. The thought is intoxicating.

“This is what it’s about, isn’t it?” I say.

“What what’s about?” Angel asks.

“Life,” I say, and I plunge in to the hilt. “Aaaaaagghhhhhh!”

“Fuck, Randy, that feels so good,” he says. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Randy, and add to the load that’s already in there.”

“I’m not going to last long, baby,” I say. “I’m going to knock up that fucking cunt of yours, Angel.”

“And after that, there’s no turning back, stud,” says Angel. “You know that, right, Randy?”

“I know it,” I gasp.

“You’re going to think about breeding boy butt even more than you already do,” he teases.

“I know.”

“It’s going to be on your mind all the time; when you’re at work, when you’re at the gym, when you’re asleep…”

“I know.”

“Fuck, your cock feels incredible,” he says. “You’re a natural, Randy. You were born to be a barebacker, born to take seed and born to give it…”

“I was,” I say, hitting the point of no return. “It’s my destiny.”

“Then give it to me, Randy! Cum in my ass! Breed my fuckhole!”

“You want this cum?” I say. “You want this stud’s load?”

“You know I do,” Angel admits. “I’ve wanted it since Day Fucking One. Cum in my ass!”

“Here it cums, fucker!” I bellow. “Take. My. Fucking. Spunk! Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh.”

“Fill me up, baby!” he cries. “Give me that hot seed!”

The jets keep coming and coming so I yank my spurting cock out of Angel’s ass and point it down toward the cum-stained mattress, adding a few ropes of Randyseed to the legacy of this incredible fuck emporium. Then I shove it right back into Angel’s wet hole.

“I can feel it,” he says. “It’s so fucking hot and wet.”

I collapse on top of Angel. “Holy shit, that was hot,” I say.

“That was amazing, Randy,” says Angel. “I would have never known you weren’t that experienced. You have it in you to be a real bareback fuckstud, Randy, if you want to. You just need someone to help you along.”

“Are you applying for the job?” I ask.

Angel dips a finger into his ass, pulls out a wad of my cum and brings it to his mouth. He nods yes. “Now, let’s kiss on it.” He kisses me with a mouth full of my own cum.

TO BE CONTINUED