It’s Bigger On The Inside.

Dad said I wasn’t allowed to get a puppy, but he made it up to me in his own special way.

I never saw this coming. I always went for older guys. I liked the ones that weren’t so bald, but then this one sprayed me at the mall, just trying to sell a fragrance. I was annoyed at first lol especially when he sprayed me a couple more times just as I tried to breathe again. Every spritz pissed me off even more, but then I realized who I was looking at. He was younger than I think I was interested in — and he certainly was more bald than I like. I could tell, because of that shirt he had on. I’m surprised the mall let him work in such a revealing outfit. But when I recognized this was the man I’m going to adore indefinitely, all that anger I felt over having some strange smell sprayed in my face had nothing to do with how much I was drooling to have a kiss from this man. I could tell he knew what I was feeling, because he smiled and beckoned me to follow. I never even noticed there was no kiosk. He had just been walking the path, looking for a Target.

I followed him home and threw away all my possessions, just like he asked. He threw my clothes and my jewelry into a separate bag and set it aside. He texted for a few minutes and made a phone call while I kept close to him. He grabbed my junk to tug on my loose shaft a couple times while he was thinking. I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I only heard words like “fuck him” and “horny”. I followed him to the bathroom where he stripped and let me see him naked, finally. I obeyed and did not touch him and he flexed and dangled himself inches from my face… and then we got in his shower together and he made sure we were all cleaned for tonight.

Then they started to arrive. The men he texted weren’t the only ones. They had friends, too. They all came in knowing one thing: I was inside and you could dump your load in whichever hole you could get your dick in. I wasn’t used to that, but I learned quickly. I mean, ever since I followed him home, I’ve been … yearning … to have … him … inside me … somehow… and when I saw his cock, I realized that was it. Every cock that pushed my holes open, I did my best to let him in me. The choking eventually stopped and I just gagged once in a while. Thick slimy spit was leaking from my face hole, letting every man rod slide so deep in my throat so fast. Bubbles of slime and cock shaft all flowing from my mouth as men fucked my rear hole without even caring what else was going on.

I got rest when the men stopped cumming, but couldn’t sleep without my lips around master’s penis. That’s the only way I knew his morning wood would go where it deserved, inside me. So happy to be broken of sleep by the thrusting of his cock to the back of my throat, and I started swallowing, him deep throat fucking my face to get us started for the day. A guy in my ass by the time he’s done feeding me my first load. Always another guy by the time the guy in the back is done and breeds me.

A careful interview process and a well established method of stimulation and excitement, this assistant is curating the perfect group of men for his boss to hire. The assistant has no idea who the group is for, but will be there as ordered, drinking all these men’s cum in one go until he’s too full to continue and THEN, covered in excess gobs of cum, they will begin to teach his asshole how to accept cock. It will be the icing on their cake

He wasn’t a sailor, but he made it onboard as one. Later, all the targets this hook was able to identify would disembark with him.

They never quite recognize they're doing it, but he's pushing his last remaining connection to his old life right off all on his own.

You’ll call it sex, but he… He calls it a meal. It’s his favorite thing; better than dessert. You just ask him if wants cum for dinner… or lunch… or breakfast. He gets very excited and asks where you want him. Then, he will bring you all the way to that climactic point when you give it to him; and he loves it.

Every so often, I keep thinking of Ted and what he told me. He sat his butt down right across from me and started peeling a banana. Ted is a very lean lithe luscious lickable lunatic lush of a little lover boy and he knows it. Brian had just gotten up, too. He was busy on his computer already. So Ted finished peeling the banana, see, and that’s when he said it. Well… That is… I mean he didn’t so much as say anything. Come to think of it, he actually didn’t say a word. With his back to Brian, Ted gave me a wink and proceeded to deep throat the banana. Just once quickly down and back out again. Nice and smooth. The banana seemed untouched. He spent less than a couple seconds looking at me after that, before taking one small bite and setting the banana down in front of me and getting straight up and leaving. Of course I couldn’t just leave the banana lying there. I love bananas; I’ve loved ‘em ever since… I’m not sure. Anyway, the whole time I was eating it, I kept thinking about what he said. With every swallow almost, I saw the banana disappear into his mouth. It was penetrating. All day since, I keep thinking about eating his banana and him deep throating. It’s like I can’t focus on anything else anymore. Swallowing his banana. The whole thing. It just wouldn’t leave my head alone. Finally, when I got back from work and found him in the kitchen, I had a chance to ask him what that had been about. I didn’t have a chance, though. When he turned around, he had another banana. This one was already peeled. Nothing but the delicate flesh from soft tip to banana-fana-fo-fana-licious base. I started salivating. Never had I wanted so much to swallow a man’s banana so intently. I love swallowing his bananas. Ted gets them ready for me all the time now. Every time I see him, and that’s morning, night and usually noon too. I leave work early now just to get another one. He knows me so well, it doesn’t matter what time I get back, Ted’s got a banana for me to swallow. Once, I even went right back through the door. Ted already had a banana. I crave them so much, I have as many as I can. As soon as I swallow a load, I ask him for another one. All over my face and down my throat, they go. Such delicious bananas. Load after load, I can always have another. Little lover boy loves me. He must. Why else would he bring me cock to swallow all day? I love swallowing cock all day. Who wouldn’t?

You think you have bested him. You think he is yours, because you have been on top of him. You think you have marked him by the cum you have spewed on his chest.

You never knew what those glowing blue eyes were really doing to your mind.

He thinks he’s about to start training our man. Our man is a hook, a saturated one who’ll do a lot of sweating and need a lot of physical encouragement to the workout routine. Soon the target will have problems keeping his hands off our hook. Soon, he’ll advise they be naked so he can “monitor muscle movement”. When our hook mentions a massage, he won’t think twice. He’ll tell our hook to lie down and start to work his hands all over the sweaty saturated hook’s body. He’ll massage every protruding muscle until satisfaction. Satisfaction comes when we say it does.

Jon climbed down and started stripping. I really wish I could remember what bush’s berries he ate. I’d love to take some home for the rest of the guys…