Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2020 07:00:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: letsxplode@aol.com
Subject: The Shudder Chronicles: Part 9: Getaway Car

While organizing files on my computer, I found this installment on my
computer nearly finished from 6 years ago! I finished it up and here it
is. If you enjoy, think about making a donation to Nifty.


THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES PART 9: GETAWAY CAR

After the fan-fucking-tastic foursome with Angel, Hassan and Marcus, I
need to get some energy back.  As I walk through the pulsating sea of
fuckstuds to the lobby, I can't believe how much my body throbs.  I'm
going to be so sore tomorrow.  Of course, I don't want tomorrow to come.
Oh wait, it is tomorrow.

My plan is to head to the lobby area, knock back a Red Bull, let my balls
churn up some more cum then dive back into the breed-n-seed-fest.

As I wait in line at the bar, I hear two men talking behind me.  The
deeper voiced of the two is telling his buddy about the new car he just
bought.

"Of course, I had the get the leather seats," he says.

Wait, I've heard this guy's voice before.

"I even asked the hunk who sold it to me if the seats were sperm
resistant," he continues.  Fuck, I know that voice. "I said it right to
his face. Of course, this was after I blasted hit guts with my man-sperm
in the breakroom."

The word sperm is what tips me off.  It's gotta be Damien Silver from
Knightbreeders, the dirtiest talking, most cum-obsessed spunk-swapper in
all of porn.  I turn halfway around to try and get a look at his face.
 The guy's ruggedly handsome, with several day's worth of scruff. It
looks like it could be Damien but Damien always wears a mask in his
videos so I can't be sure.

I've always wondered why he always wears the mask. I like to imagine
that in addition shooting and starring in cum-swap videos, he has a more
"respectable" job, like working for a politician, or as a policeman or
teaching high school. Maybe he coaches a sports team at some religious
university and runs around all day in tight coaching shorts, putting
horny college age studs through their paces.

Then he goes home and spends his nights making fuck flicks where he uses
his filthy mind and his talent for dirty talk to celebrate his lifestyle
choice as an unabashed barebacker.

"Get me a water," says the friend.  "I'm going to run to the
restroom."

The friend leaves and the man I think is Damien Silver is on his own.
Now's my chance and yet I suddenly feel shy, starstruck.  `You've shot
so much spunk to this fucker's videos,' I imagine Angel saying to me.
`Grow a pair and make a move.'

"Congrats on the new car," I say.  "Couldn't help but overhear."

"Thanks, sexy," he says before turning around and sizing me up. "It's
my first new car in quite a while."

It's strange to see this guy's full face.  You can tell he's handsome
from his videos but he's even more striking without the mask. But it's
all about that voice. It's Damien. I'd bet money on it. "I think I
probably helped pay for that car," I say, then flash a goofy smile.
"That is, if you are who I think you are."

Damien smiles, grabs my hand and says, "Come with me?"

"Wait," I say as follow him through the lobby, "are you spelling that
C-U-M or C-O-M-E?"

"Yes," he says.

"I knew it was you by your voice," I remark as he leads me down a dark
hallway.

"Oh yeah?" he growls.

"Yeah. I really love the way you get into the whole mindset of it, you
know."

"You mean, when I say stuff like, `You're gonna fuck me bareback,
right?  Always, bareback.  Taking seed and giving seed, right?  Always.
We live to take sperm, right?' Stuff like that?"

"Yes," I say.

He stops walking at a door then turns back to me. My cock head brushes
against his jock, which is threadbare, cum-stained and packed.

"You wanna see my new wheels?" he asks.

"Sure but we can't walk outside like this, can me?"

"Ron lets me park in the enclosed, private lot," he explains before
open the door to a small parking lot lit by a single red bulb. A few cars
are there and it's obvious which one is his; it's the gleaming silver
Jaguar convertible with the dealer sticker still on it.

"Oh my God," I say.  "This is gorgeous. It suits you, man."

He doesn't say thank you. He steps right in front of me, gets his face
inches away from mine and says, "You like the way I talk, right?" He
leans into my body so my exposed ass rests against the driver's side
door.

"Fuck yeah," I say, bringing my hands up along his arms and squeezing
his triceps.  "You have a really sexy voice, deep and masculine, but
it's more the things you say, the way you talk...about barebacking and
breeding, taking and giving cum. It's like your religion. I can't even
tell you how many loads I've shot to you."

"Got one more in you?" he asks.

"For you, yes," I say, reaching around to cup his ass.

"No one's bred me in my car yet," he says.  "You want to help me
break it in."

"Fuck, yeah," I say.

"And you like dirty talk, huh?" he asks.

"Oh yeah," I say.  "I hate it in porn when they've got some music
going on so you can't hear the fuck sounds and the hot talk. The worst
is when they have the TV on."

"Right?" he says. "What the fuck is that about?"

"If I wanted to watch Jeopardy, I'd be watching Jeopardy."

"Can you dish it out, too?" he asks.  "The fuck-talk?"

"I don't do it professionally, like you do, but I'll try..." I turn
him around and pull him back so my hard cock is pressed against his
crack, "to rise to the occasion."

"Hot," he says, grinding against me. "So here's how it's going to
work: You're going to sit in the passenger seat.  I'm going to suck
your hot cock until it's ready to fuck."

"That should take at about two seconds," I say, contracting my groin
muscles so my hard leaking dick bobs in the air.

"Then I'm going to sit on your dick. You don't have to do much,
movement wise.  Just let me ride you while we have a simple, quiet
conversation."

"Fuck yes," I say.

He opens the door and I sit my bare ass down on the cool leather seat.
He kneels on the ground and starts to nurse my cock with his mouth.  His
slow smooth suck-strokes feel so good on my dick, which has already had a
major workout tonight. As I relax into the blow job, I feel a gob of
cum--God knows whose--ooze from my fuckhole.

"Oh shit," I say, a bit panicked.

"Everything all right?" Damien says, looking up at me.

"I got a bunch loads in me and I think some is oozing out onto your
brand new seat," I say anxiously.

"You say that like it wasn't part of my plan, " he says.  "Relax, I
want you to let it ooze. I want this car to reek of cum. I want it to be
my fucking Cummobile."

 "You should get that for your license plate," I suggest.

Damien laughs, then he stands up and straddles me, grabs my face and
looks me dead in the eyes.  "Do it.  Let it out, fucker.  Let's add a
topnote of fuckspunk to the unmistakable new car smell."

It takes me a moment to relax my hole. "Open up and let it ooze out. Do
it. Soak that seat, stud."  And I do.  Damien kisses me hard while I let
the loads of Marcus and Hassan and Lito snake out of me until I'm
sitting in big cum puddle.

Damien takes a big inhale.  "Fuck, smell those men."

"I gotta breed you, fucker," I say.  "Put that hole down on my cock."

Without taking his eyes off mine, Damien lifts his ass up a few inches.
Then his hole sinks onto my glistening cockhead like it's a heat-seeking
missile, which in a way it is.  As he slides down onto my lap and I feel
my shaft slide along his fuckstud asswalls, walls that have been
whitewashed countless times. As a younger man, scared with little
confidence, I used to look down on men that were promiscuous.  Now, I
revere them.

From here on, Damien slowly grinds his hole on my cock while we talk to
each other, our voices soft but insistent, like a hypnotist leading a
subject into a trance.

"Fuck, that's smooth," I say.  "And thirsty, maybe the thirstiest ass
I've ever fucked. What's it thirsty for, pig?"

"Sperm," he says.  "Always."

"You're addicted to it, aren't you?  You need it like vampires need
blood."

"It's the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I
think about at night."

"Because you always fall asleep fingering a loaded hole."

"A multi-loaded hole.  What's that wet squelching sound, Randy?  I
think it's coming from you."

"It's my hot hungry ass sliding around," I say.

"Sliding around in what?" he wonders.

"A puddle of cum...from I don't know how many guys?"

"You don't know how many?"

"If I thought about it, I could give you a number...but I don't really
feel like doing math right now."

"You gotta track your loads, man. So you can always keep growing as a
bareback fucker."

Without coming off my dick, Damien twists around, opens the glove
compartment and pulls out a small ziplock bag. He pulls from it a silver
chain with matching cylinder at the end of it. He drapes it over my head.

"For poppers?" I ask.

"Looks like it, but no. This is the part that's genius," Damien says,
holding up the cylinder between our faces. "Check it out."

On the side of the cylinder are four revolving number wheels, like you'd
see on a combination padlock. "This is to keep track of your loads. I
wear two. The black one is loads I planted in an ass...and the silver one
is loads planted in my ass.

"There are four digits on here," I observe. "That would be like a
thousand loads."

"Three a day," he shrugs. "Totally doable for a hot stud like you."

"These are really cool," I say. "Where can I buy one?"

"I'm going to start selling them on my website soon but you get one
free for coming in my ass." He bottoms out on my dick, then rocks slowly
back and forth. "Look at me, just assuming I'm getting your load."

"Oh you're getting it," I say, trying not to pass the point of no
return. "You're gonna get seeded real soon...right here in this car.
This beautiful, respectable car that would be right at home in a Pride
parade, carrying the mayor or some happy old lesbian couple that's been
together 50 years."

"Or you and I could be in the Bareback Pride Parade," he says. "We
swap seed back and forth all the way down the parade route."

"And there's a big float behind us with slings and fuck benches and
guys all over it, fucking to cum," I add. "And dick-addicted twinks
with cum leaking from their battered holes are handing out fliers for
Shudder to all the hot guys on the street."

"And the guys along the sidewalk all have their cocks out and as they
see you building up steam to blast in my hole, they all start chanting,
`Breed it!' Breed it!"

That image sends me right over the edge. "Ah fuck, stud, I'm cumming in
your guts!"

"Fuck yes, pig! Do it, man! Give me that hot load of sperm! Seed me!"

My balls contract and I spurt cum for what seems like a full minute.

"Damnnnn!" I groan. "Take it man! Take every fucking drop of my
spermload!"

Damien hunches over so his face is next to mine. When I finally stop
shuddering. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and holds it there for me to
suck on.

As he starts to dismount, I come back to my senses. "Jesus Christ, dude,
that was amazing," I say. "But I still kind of feel bad about your car
seat."

"Don't man," he says, pulling me to my feet. "I want my seats cum
streaked and the dealership don't offer it."

"Are you sure you're not gonna regret it?" I say.

"Come here," he says, taking me by the hand and leading me around to
the driver's side. He sits in the driver's seat and closes the door,
then pulls my face down to his.

"You want me to let your load out?" he asks. "Make the seats match?"

"If you want to..." I say, tentatively.

"That half-ass bullshit ain't gonna fly," he chides. "Tell me to let
your load out."

I grab his face in my hands and lean down to his ear. "Let my babies
out," I taunt through gritted teeth. "Relax that legendary cooze and
let my fuckseed slide out. I want people to able to smell the loads a
mile away."

I pull away and look at Damien...who just smiles as his hole opens up and
releases it's hard-earned haul.

When he gets out of the car, I'm surprised and how much fucking jizz is
on the seat. "That can't be all me?" I say.

"It is, dude," he says. "You got me right after I walked in."

"Wow," I say, starring down at the puddle. I can't believe I was able
to deliver that big of a load 5 hours into the party. Angel's
right...once you commit to being an insatiable seedswapper, your body has
a way of rising to the occasion.

Damien gives me one last deep kiss, then pulls the chain away from my
neck and turns counter from 0000 to 0001.  The he stands back and looks
my up and down admiringly. It makes me feel like a fucking god.

"Hold on," he says, then turns and reaches both hands into the car.
When he pulls them out, they're both dripping with cum. "My leather's
streaked with cum," he says. "Yours should be, too."

And then he kneels in front of me and drags his cum-soaked palms down the
legs of my chaps...streaking them with chunky white cum.

"That's better," he says.