Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2014 02:19:40 -0400 (EDT) From: letsxplode@aol.com Subject: THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES Part 7: The Party 3 THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES Part 7: The Party 3 By Randy Rawman "Is this the stud you were asking me about?" Angelsays, his arm around my sweat-soaked shoulder. We're facing a dirty-hot, totally ripped white guy who'sabout my height and age with blue eyes, a shaved head and elaborate tattoosleeves. He's wearing a navy bluewrestling singlet embellished with an N2N logo and what looks like months of hard-earnedcum stains. The guy grabs my half-hard cock before even utteringa word. "Yeah, it's him," the guysays, shooting Angel a sly smile. "It's totally him. Youdon't remember me, do you, Randy?" "I...no, I don't think so..." I say, sliding my hand uphis 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 haveremembered someone like you." "I lived a few towns over," he says. "We used to compete against each other atdebate 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 unexpectedblast from my past. "LiterallyKenny 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, Idiscover he's cut a hole in the back of the singlet so he can take cock and cumwhile getting off on wearing his favorite fetish-gear. "This is so random," I say toAngel. "You used to have glasses,right?" I ask Kenny. "And hair," Kenny says, rubbing a hand over hissmooth, 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 competingbut looking back, I think I was nervous around you because I wanted us to fuck." "I wanted us to fuck, too," he says while playingwith my nipples. "Remember at thestate 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 inyour room and prep for the tournament. He totally cock-blocked me." "Well, he's not here now," I say, going in for adeep, wet kiss. He shoves histongue in my mouth. I practicallydeep-throat it as I grind my now rockhard cock against his bulge, streaking hisshiny singlet with my pre-jizz. "Youknow, Tip's a preacher now and he has like eight kids," I whisper while kissinghis 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 strikesmidnight, there can be no exposed cocks anywhere in the warehouse, nor canthere be any cocks covered up in jocks or slutty little singlets," he addssqueezing Kenny's hardening bulge. "So what you're saying is--?" says Kenny. "Your cock's gotta be up an ass or down a throat mouthat midnight," he clarifies. "Evenif you're bottoming, you gotta get that fuckstick is some lucky fucker'smouth." "It's like Barebacker Jenga," I joke before taking alook at my watch. "It's quarter totwelve so I better get this cock in your ass, Kenny." "It's about time," says Kenny, taking me by the handand 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 inthe sweaty, pulsing Shudder throng. Kenny's leaned over a fuckbench taking my fuck while sixty-nining Angelwho's on his back getting barefucked by a smooth, bodybuilding Hawaiian fuckerwith a 9-inch powertool. "Fuck, your ass feels amazing," I say to Kenny whilealternating 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'llmake 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 asswouldn't let go until it got your seed." "One minute to Midnight Madness," boom Ron's voice-overthe loud speaker. "If your cock'snot 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'sthrobbing 7-incher. "Goes toward expenses." "And remember, gentlemen," continues Ron over thespeaker, "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 hotthat 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 thoseyears 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 shinycock burrows in and out of my old rival's velvety wet manhole. `I'mgetting there,' I think. `If I don't shoot right at midnight, itshouldn't be too long after.' I start to daydream that Kenny and I are together on the stage of somehigh school auditorium but instead of getting our debate trophies—we seemed toswitch off, first and second—we were fucking in front of everyone and they wereall 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 deepvoice 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, hopingthat little bit of extra stimulation will send him over the edge and coax himinto flooding Angel's pulsing gullet. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a fat throbbing cockhead pierces through myfuck-ring and slides in balls deep. I have no idea whose cock it is but it's huge, the biggest dick I'vetaken tonight, maybe ever. Somehot stud with at least ten inches just decided he wanted to celebrate MidnightMadness in my guts. I look up intothe mirror above us to see if I recognize him. Dark hair, lean muscular bod and wait, is that a Supermantattoo on his left pec? Itis! Holy shit, it's one of my ultimatepornstar 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 sofucking hard. "10...9...8..." says Ron, starting the countdown tomidnight. You can hear the sighs, groansand ball-slaps start to build to a crescendo all over the room. Lito starts to double-time his fuckstrokesand as a result, I pound into Kenny with newfound abandon. It's like I'm on some kind of carnivalride 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 hearit; barebackers of every size, shape, age and color orgasming, breeding,shuddering at the same time. "I'mgoing to load you up, Kenny Denton!" I gasp. "Lito Cruz is going to fuck the cum right up my hard shaftand into your sloppy, hungry hole. You want it, fucker? You want my cum?" Without coming off Angel's shooting dick, Kennygroans affirmatively. It's a groanfull of longing and desperation, like he doesn't just want my jizz, he needsit. He needs it to fuckinglive. "Take it, fucker!" I say asmy ropes start to whitewash the battered walls of his already cum-drenchedass. Scores of men all around usare groaning, too, writhing in pulse-pounding ecstasy as spunk gets shot andswapped everywhere. "Ungh...ungh...unghh...unnnnngh...UNNNGH!" I collapse on top of Kenny's sweaty back, havingpoured everything sperm cell I had left in my balls into the ravenous ass of myold high school nemesis. Most ofthe fuckstuds around us shot, too, and were either savoring the mouthloads orchurning up the assloads. Therewasn't much cum to be seen in the room—99% of it was shot straight insidewaiting mouths and fuckholes—but you could still smell the fresh rush of mancumin the air. It's like everyone in the building came within ten secondsof each other. Everyone, that isexcept my fucker, Lito Cruz who had yet to unload and was now pounding into myass with newfound abandon. I lookinto the mirror and he's looking up at me with a devilish smile, like this washis plan all along, to hold out so we could be the center of attention. It's like he just needed a little moreencouragement before blasting his fuckjuice in me and the rest of the room werehappy 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 secondand I'm looking down from above as my shiny, muscular body gets mercilessly poundedby one of the hottest, horniest fuckstuds I had ever seen in my life. And while I get ready to take hisbreed, I'm surrounded by hundreds of freshly spent spunkswappers who all wantthe same thing as I do: They want Lito Cruz to shoot his milky white babiesdeep, 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 soonthe rest of the room are chanting with him. "Seed him...seed him...seed him!" My old friend Kenny doesn't join in thechanting. Instead he gets up onhis knees so we're eye to eye, grabs my face in his hands, smiles slyly, thenopens his mouth to reveal the chunky, hot load of manjuice he just took from Angel. Then right as Fuck God Lito Cruz startsto erupt in my ass, Kenny smashes his cum-filled mouth on top of mine and weshare a load that just came straight from the tap of the man who brought me hereand changed my life, Angel. My sense's go into overload; between the taste of Angel's sweet cumload inKenny's mouth, the smell of sweat,leather, poppers and jizz that permeates the whole room, the sound of a boisterous, deep-voiced crowdcheering us on, the sight in theoverhead mirror of Lito's head thrown back in ecstasy as he marks me as his,and lastly, the feeling inside me asseparate jolts of Lito's manjuice shoot from his cock and saturate myinsides. It's all too fucking muchfor one stud to take. I zero in onLito's Superman tattoo heaving in the mirror and that's the last thing Iremember before I pass out.