I was beating my meat furiously. I was almost at the finish line when that annoying cunt Satsuki suddenly opened the apartment door.
“Hernan! What the hell are you doing!?” he screamed at me.
When I enter the apartment, the living room is dead to the left, with a sofa chair against the wall. There’s a TV aligned with the wall the door is on. I was sitting on the sofa opposite to it, my feet on the coffee table, porn mag in the left hand, gun in my right, ready to paint the ceiling. But that girly shriek that Satsuki let out, instantly killed the boner.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m having some me time here,” I told him, annoyed.
First Adian, and Chris, and now this guy interrupting my plumbing.
“You’re an absolutely despicable animal, Hernan. Go do that in your room!”
And then he mumbled: “Always the same with this guy…”
“Can’t even jack off in my own four walls,” I grumbled to myself.
I clenched my teeth, stood up, picked up the shorts and boxers on the floor, and walked into my room.
“No need to punch the pillows again. I got this,” I told to myself as I breathed out.
I lay down in my bed and went back to business, but I picked up my boxer shorts, since I remembered that I didn’t have anything to shoot my load into. I don’t really care about spraying my alpha liquid anywhere in the house, but I don’t wanna bother constantly cleaning the bed sheets. Satsuki always cleans the common areas by himself anyway, like the good bitch he is. He just seems to dislike that I walk around the apartment with my manhood out, something he doesn’t have. But he wipes the cum without complaining.
“Maybe he’s secretly gay,” I wondered.
Satsuki really axed my wood. I couldn’t concentrate on the porn mag anymore. Even with the absolute bombshell that the chick on this page was, taking two pipes as thick as my wrist in her mouth at once. That’s what it’s all about! Big dicks! Dominating pussies!
I began getting back on track. I wrapped the boxer shorts around my pride and stroked like I was pumping water out of a sinking ship. I spread my legs wide to get a good look at this awesome tool I have, almost imagining that it was in some sort of spotlight, like a bodybuilder would be.
The electricity began to zap into my body from all sides, concentrating on the base of my shaft and powerfully forcing my white, liquid gold with such force that some of it squirted right out of the fabric on top. A few of these shots, and my mission was fulfilled. My dick is the greatest!
I wipe the boulder that stands on top of my mountain with the boxer shorts and walk out of the room with them. Satsuki did not succeed in preventing me from jerking off and I was going to proudly wave my dick around the house to spread the masculine smell of my cum and mark my terrain. One way in which I regularly feminize that effeminate punching bag is exactly by placing my semen-filled boxer shorts in the laundry basket, together with his clothes. Honestly, sometimes I feel like just straight up pissing on his belongings.
“I should probably cum on his toothbrush someday. That’ll teach him who his master is.”
Suddenly I felt hungry. Hadn’t gotten anything since breakfast today. I remembered that I also didn’t have anything in the house. Began to get ready to head out and get some takeout. After getting dressed, I walked towards the door. I briefly noticed that Satsuki’s bedroom’s door was cracked open.
This creep always does this. He’s constantly spying on me to pick on something. It’s either my clothes that I leave around the house, the dishes that I didn’t wash, or some other meaningless crap he ends up putting in order himself. It angers me to no end that this doll treats me like my mother. I moved here to get away from her and still have to deal with this crap.
“If it irritates this cunt so much, why does he keep cleaning after me? Pussy,” I angrily growled to myself.
But I have no choice. I have to tolerate the princess. His parents are some filthy-rich Japanese. They own the apartment, which is pretty well-equipped. My room is spacious. I pay peanuts for rent. Can’t get on his wrong side. It’s keeping the bills low. It also doesn’t help that he’s one year my senior. He acts superior, like he’s more evolved or something. But in reality, he’s weak. I swear that if it wasn’t for this situation, I would have long taught him a lesson in respect…
There was only one thing that I mildly liked about him, which was that he was a huge Nintendo nerd. I am a man and I have my weaknesses too. I grew up with Nintendo and continue to play their games even if everyone else thinks they’re uncool. No one steeling that from me. And Satsuki, nerdy as he is, plays a fine Zelda in Melee, which is an impressive feet, given that she isn’t even in the top ten of the December tier list. But it suits this pussy right. He’d probably crossdress as her if he could.
Ironically, I main Ganondorf. A man, like me. Low voice. Tall. Strong. Beats the crap out of that gay fairy-chaser in the green tunic. And Satsuki and I have some good matches every once in a while. It’s usually him who asks to play. I can feel that he hates my guts and I hate his, and in Melee we let it all out without doing anything we… or rather, me, might regret…
“He could probably not even lay a finger on me, that weakling,” I thought to myself as I shrugged.
I try to shake off my anger and open the door, somewhat loudly, to make sure that he hears that I’m still in rage. But then I remember that the nerd probably has some food in his shelf in the fridge. I slam the door so hard that the apartment quakes.
“Hell, yeah! Feel this, bitch. You wish you had half my strength,” I thought, as I pumped myself up.
I hadn’t put my flip-flops on yet, so I just walked barefoot back into the house and towards the fridge.
“What does the geek have here… Pizza!” I victoriously exclaimed in my thoughts.
I had a microwave in my room so I could warm up frozen food whenever I liked without having to wait for the two maidens who I have to live with here. Best investment ever! And Satsuki was not going to miss his pizza. I remembered that he probably had some food because he always does, and he never complains when I just steal it. It’s not really my style to do that, but when he really pushes me, like he just did, that’s how he pays his dues.
I went back to my room. Now that I was about to eat a fine, nutritious meal, I felt less upset. I slowly locked the door behind me, warmed up the food, and began working on some boring-ass assignment I had to give in before the end of the semester. The crusty, cheesy goodness helped me through the mind-numbing bullshit we’re forced to learn, even in college. But at some point, maybe because I had nutted a while ago, I got really into it the work.
About an hour later, I felt like I needed to take a piss. I walked towards the bathroom, still with my horsepower out, like it’s meant to be.
“Maybe now is a good chance to soak his clothes in my piss. Oh yes!” I thought to myself.
The idea of spraying my signature on that pushover’s clothes made me hard. For a moment I looked down, wondering why I was getting aroused, but then looked back up and thought nothing of it. When I got in, however, I noticed that my boxer shorts, which were previously on the pile of laundry, had disappeared. I looked around to see if maybe I had placed on the pile in such a way that they dropped somewhere, but I couldn’t find anything.
“Could it be that Satsuki took them?” I asked myself.
After all, they were covered in cum. Maybe he noticed and got upset. But I wasn’t worried, because I knew that he’d end up washing them. It never occurred to me that he’d do anything else.
I didn’t forget that I wanted to humiliate him in some way. But pissing into the laundry basket seemed like it might be a bit much. I didn’t want to have to smell that. But I did think about the toothbrush before, so I went with that. I grabbed it, held it in front of my dick, ready to spray the tip of the brush with my special toothpaste, and suddenly got an erection.
“Damn it!” I whispered.
I didn’t understand why I got hard again, but it was no use. I couldn’t squeeze anything out this way, and I knew that if I tried to force it, it’d go everywhere, except on the toothbrush. The frustration of getting a boner for seemingly no reason made me forget the billions of other ways I could have done something dirty, and I ended up just putting the brush back, waiting for my boner to go away. Then I pissed and walked back to my room.
Oddly enough, as I left the bathroom, I noticed that Satsuki’s bedroom door was still cracked. I thought that was odd. He must know that I had been in my room, so why did he keep it open?
It occurred to me that maybe he left the house and forgot to lock the door, but that would be strange for that freak. He never allows anyone into his room, but that also meant that this was my chance to see what the hell he hides in there. The thought of poking around in his stuff gave me another boner, but I tried to ignore it. However, before I got within six feet of the door, I heard what sounded like… moans.
I was barefoot, and the floor of the apartment was carpeted. It took no effort to Splinter-Cell myself closer to the door. But when I looked between the crack, I almost flinched.
“What the fuck!? The guy is stuffing my boxer shorts in his face!?” I exclaimed in my head.
I was not imagining things. Satsuki, that piece of shit, who treats me with as much contempt as my mother, won’t ever cut me any slack, whimpers around the house like he’s been fisted up his ass, and cleans up after all the crap I spread in the apartment; that same Satsuki, was not only covering his face with my cum-drenched boxer shorts in his right hand, but I could clearly tell that he was licking them and taking in their smell. He was leaning on his right elbow, face close to the bed sheets. Ass wide up in the air, and to top the gayness off, he was fucking himself with a dildo the size of my dick.
Through the crack, I also finally got a peak into his room. I couldn’t see all of it, but I could tell that this guy was into some gay-ass Japanese cartoon shit. The bedroom was full of dolls, posters, and pink, girly items. Some of the dolls looked like they were little female statues, and they were hot as all hell. I began to think that this guy was probably milking his little tit down there while looking at all these weird cartoon girls.
“But then, why is he jerking off to my cum?” I asked myself, completely confused.
I stood there for a few seconds, angered, disgusted, but suddenly, also aroused. Again, my dick stood up.
“Damn it! Why!?” I screamed inside myself.
I couldn’t believe it, but this cunt’s moans, together with his long, straight black hair, pale white skin, slender body, weirdly female shape, and pussy-like asshole, into which he was thrusting that massive thing, was giving me a boner.
But then a brilliant idea came to my mind: I could use this opportunity to finally get my freedom back and tame this failed clone of my mom.
I snuck back into my room, picked up my Canon PowerShot A300, which I bought not too long ago, snuck back, and recorded the moment.
The camera couldn’t hold very long videos, but that was not an issue. I only needed about 30 seconds, and since his room is on the West side of the apartment, the sun was shining right through the window and he was perfectly illuminated. I knew that getting into photography was a good idea for a hobby.
I tip-toed my way back to my room with a massive grin on my face. I was so ready to punish that scumbag. Once I got the video on my computer, I got a screenshot, then saved the video in multiple folders, even a couple floppy disks I had there. And the screenshot, I mailed straight to him.
“Hey, bitch. Do you enjoy the taste of my cum?” I wrote.
Setting up everything and sending that email felt like an eternity. I got a glimpse of the video at one point and got erect again. Without thinking about it, my right hand grabbed my cock and began to stroke. I looked down at myself.
“The heck. Stop that!” I whispered.
Now was the time. I took the camera with me, walked back to the room, now in proper steps, not pretending to not be there anymore, and slammed the door wide open. The sunlight flashed me. I felt like I was standing on top of a pile of bears I had slayed with my bare hands. My cock got erect again, but I told myself that it was just a victory pose.
“What the fuck! What are you doing here!?” the pussy squealed.
The guy was still at it, but now on his back! He sat up, covered his nanopenis with his left hand and hid the boxer shorts behind him with his right hand. The dildo plopped out and made an equivalent sound.
“The question, you cunt, is what YOU are doing HERE, with MY boxer shorts!” I screamed, as I pressed the play button on the video on my camera and turned it to him.
The look on his face was absolutely priceless. It’s as if he saw his life flashing before his eyes. Seeing a ghost must be less frightening than watching oneself get off on another guy’s crusty cum.
“How… How the… Why… I thought…” he stuttered.
“You thought I had left the house? Sucks for you, bitch! I pretended to!”
It was at this point that I realized that when I slammed the apartment door, he must’ve thought that I had left, went into the bathroom, and grabbed my boxer shorts.
“You know what this means, right?” I said as I grinned, like a villain.
“What do you want you bastard?” he suddenly said angrily.
“You will become my bitch…” I said, making sure to stretch the word “bitch” out quite a bit, to make him pee himself of fear.
His face suddenly turned red, and I noticed that he glanced at my dick.
“Don’t tell me that you are actually gay…” I said.
“That has nothing to do with you!” he said, ratting himself out.
“It doesn’t? Then why don’t you go check your email, princess?” I said, as I smirked and nodded towards his computer, which happened to be turned on.
He is a cunt, but he’s perceptive. I bet that he knew exactly what was going through my head. He went straight to his inbox, and when he saw my email and the screenshot, I saw him clenching his fists.
“Nah, nah, nah. Don’t think about it, unless you wanna end up in the hospital tonight.” I now calmly threatened him.
He looked at me with such an expression of fury in his face that I thought he might explode right then, right there. His face was blood red, but not just from the anger. It looked feverish. He was probably still aroused from his gay fantasy. But he would try to stand up to me at least once.
“You… Will… Delete all of these pictures!” He said as he slowly raised his tone of voice, gnashing his teeth like he was about to devour me like a wild animal.
But I began to laugh hysterically.
“You want me to what? Oh, you deluded bitch. And how exactly are you going to make me? I’m like, four times your weight and ten times as strong. You can’t overpower me. I already have several copies and backups. All it takes is for me to literally show the world how gay and pathetic you are.”
He suddenly changed his facial expression to one of concern, almost fear. I could notice his eyes tearing up a bit. And then he began to mumble:
“Please… Please don’t. Anything… I’ll do anything you say. Just please, don’t show this to anyone! If my parents found out that…” he quavered.
“Found out that what? That you’re gay? Ohhh, right! You’re Japanese. You’re all about honor and that nonsense.”
He really was too scared to think clearly. He even told me how exactly it was that I could blackmail him.
“Well, thank you, dear Satsuki. That is exactly what I’m going to do,” I threatened.
“No! Please! I’ll do anything you say!” he cried, now with a literal tear flowing down one of his eyes.
“You’ll do anything I say?” I asked.
“Yes! Anything!” he repeated.
“Well, then… Lie on the bed, on your back, like you were before. Press my crusty boxer shorts on your mouth and nose, and jerk that dwarf dick of yours till you cum. I wanna hear you moan like a slut!” I immediately ordered him as I grinned.
“What the hell…” I thought to myself.
I knew that this was my moment. I had finally figured out a way to get this guy off my case. But it turned out different from what I had pictured it. Was it because I was naked from the waist down and he was fully naked? Was it seeing this guy, who form behind almost looks like a woman, squeal like a bitch in heat? For a second, I was wondering why those words came out of my mouth, why I told him to go back to jerking off while thinking about me. Why did I want him to play out his fantasy? Why did I want to sexually humiliate him?
But to my surprise, he didn’t protest. He must really be gay for me. I couldn’t believe it. There was a guy out there who wanted to be my bitch. The thought got me harder than I already was. I saw him throwing more glances at my dick. It was probably stimulating that pussy. His facial expression changed a bit. He seemed relieved, but looked flustered like a girl, his face red like a tomato. He moved slowly, almost seductively onto the bed, and it made my cock throb a little.
“Is this guy trying to seduce me? Fuck, no!” I thought to myself.
I walked up to him and pushed him onto the bed. As he landed on it, he let out a loud moan:
“Ah!”
“The hell do you think you’re doing? You’re not going to weasel yourself out of this! I will fucking humiliate you or I’ll tell your mommy and daddy that you’re a cock-sucking, cartoon creep of a cunt!” I screamed while looking angrily at him.
But the way he sat on the bed, on his ass, with his legs folded, leaning on his left hand and holding my boxer shorts in front of his mouth made him look so feminine that my heart began to beat faster. It was at this point that I noticed, that this wimp did not have a single hair on his body other than his eyebrows and his head. How the hell was that possible? Was he waxing himself from top to bottom? His milky white, soft skin, made me even harder. It reminded me of an ex-girlfriend I used to lick up and down. It made me so horny that I got even angrier:
“Start!” I yelled.
He jumped up a bit, but began to lie down and stroke his dick.
“Yes, like that. Now moan like a girl!” I excitedly ordered.
He began to moan, but it sounded strangely genuine. It was staring to do something to my brain. It felt almost like smoking weed, as if my brain cancelled out all other noises around me, and focused and amplified that one sound that send my brain into a frenzy. My vision felt almost tunneled, foggy. I was looking at Satsuki, bathed in sunlight, with his feverish red face, the silky skin. His eyes were closed. He didn’t look angry anymore, he looked sensual. He looked like he was calling me out. He bent his legs and spread them wide. He arched his back a bit and curved his torso. His chest and belly were fully exposed. His abdomen looked like that of a woman. So soft, so desirable, you just want to gently kiss it.
“What the hell is happening to me…” I thought.
My body became tense. I felt my dick begin to pulsate. I moved closer to the end of the bed, so I could get a better look. His right thumb and index fingers on his delicate hands were gently and slowly stroking his small penis, up and down. I took a closer look. The skin on his dick and balls was darker, but it looked so tender. His foreskin was peeled back. His cock was not big. It was quite tiny, in fact. But that, and the way his huge, almost perfectly round balls, with those straight, parallel ripples all the way down, and that thick, vertical line, right through the center, made it appear like a clit. I began to feel the urge to lick the tip, as if I would go down on a woman. I salivated.
I looked a bit further down, and there was his asshole. The skin around it, a light pink, with wrinkles that were so evenly spaced that it looked like a star. Quite a lot of liquid was coming out. I assumed that it was the lubricant he used to insert the dildo in before.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” I calmly asked him.
I felt my face getting warm. He slowly opened his eyes. He looked over his glasses, straight into mine. He nodded and let out a moan of agreement.
Then something snapped in my brain.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, almost matter of fact, but with a hint of flirtatious intent.
When those words exited my mouth, I think that’s when the switch flipped for me. I couldn’t think of him as a guy anymore. My mind, my body, everything was telling me that there was a woman, naked, on this bed, who was desperate to be conquered by me.
He gave me another seductive look, nodded, and moaned.
“You gotta ask more convincingly than that,” I pressed.
He firmly squeezed his dick and balls, pulled the boxer shorts down to his chin, and while breathing deeply exhaled…
“Please, daddy. I want you to fuck me. Make me your woman.”
“Then daddy will have to discipline you,” I said, matter of fact again.
“The what did I just say!? Daddy!?” my mind screamed at me.
But my body was not under my control anymore, and my feelings changed. My intention to exact revenge changed into a desire to possess and provide. As soon as I finished that sentence, my legs moved on their own. I climbed on the bed and went on my knees in front of Satsuki. I grabbed each leg and put it on my shoulders. He wouldn’t turn his eyes away from me. His face blushing intensely, eyes half closed, another tear flowing down his eye—but one of joy this time, as I noticed a slight, cute smile behind the the boxer shorts covering his mouth—and his right hand covering his cute dick, as though he was embarrassed to show me his naked body, but was happy that I felt attracted by it.
“From now on, you will be my woman. You will do as I say. You will respect me. You will take care of me. In exchange, I will provide for you. I will satisfy your sexual desire. You will not be irritated all the time anymore,” I firmly, but calmly ordered.
“Yes. Daddy,” Satsuki softly moaned again.
“Please, daddy. Make me your woman,” he begged again.
“What am I doing?” a voice whispered in my mind.
It seemed all so out of touch with reality, and yet it seemed so natural, as if it was meant to be. Time stood still. For a moment, all manner of thoughts went through my head, completely out of control.
I remembered how angry and frustrated my mom had always been. How my dad’s lack of affection towards her, how he always screamed at her and criticized her, made her bitter, and how she dumped all of her resentment on me. As a kid, all I wanted was to help mom feel better, but with time, I grew up to become like my dad. Distant, cold, indifferent. My mother was nothing but a maid in that house, tossed around between my mostly-absent dad and me. But my pride forbade me from making a move towards reconciling with her, not to mention that my dad had not changed a bit over the course of the years.
And here I was. Satsuki reminded me so much of my mother because he was also always frustrated, always unhappy, always complaining and nagging. In some ways, even the way he moved and talked, the words he used, the length and style of his hair, the way he looked over his glasses, all reminded me of her. I can’t imagine what led him to become this way. But something told me that moment that—maybe similarly to how my mother felt—all he wanted was to be loved by me. I had a real chance at somehow healing from the scar that my childhood left me with, maybe even reconcile with my mother, even if through playing it out with Satsuki.
For the first time since we met, I smiled at him. He smiled back. The most adorable smile.
“I’ve been looking forward to this day,” he whispered.
“I will make you happy,” I smilingly responded.
For someone as athletic as me, grabbing his thighs and lifting his rear, was easy. I was amazed how round and perky his ass looked. My eyes could only see a beautiful, caring woman, fragile, hurt, waiting for love, affection, acceptance, support. I rested the tip of my now rock-solid dick on his anus. Precum was dropping from it. From my earlier moment when I masturbated, it released a strong smell that turned us both on. I could see and hear Satsuki taking deep breaths while he looked at it, and gently moving his hips to encourage me to penetrate him.
I dropped some spit on the tip of my cock and his anus, and began to enter him. It took no effort to insert the tip, but it still made Satsuki release a loud, melodic moan. I suddenly noticed that his body was getting sweaty and hot. I could almost feel the heat rising as I looked down on him. His asshole was so tight, I almost felt like the tip of my dick was being crushed, yet the sensation was pleasant, too pleasant, almost. I was determined to not let it end here though.
Satsuki suddenly let go of his penis and the boxer shorts, and grabbed my ass cheeks:
“Please, daddy…” he moaned while he looked at me, with an expression that mixed deep longing and happiness.
His lips were getting red and he softly bit the lower ones as he began to apply pressure to my ass to push me further inside. I’ve had sex before but I had never felt a woman desire me like this. I almost began to feel that I wanted him to bear my children.
I began to push in myself, slowly, inch by inch. As my pubic hair began to tickle his skin, I noticed him arching his back more, including his head. He bit his lower lip firmer. He smiled with curled eyebrows, the expression of joy mingled with intense sexual pleasure that feels like pain, but in a good way. He released a loud, long, exhaling moan once he felt me all the way inside him.
And then I began to thrust, in and out, but only by an inch.
“Ah!” he moaned.
And every time I thrust, he released another, feminine, high-pitched, moan like that, like the girl in that Japanese porn tape I once watched. Every. Single. Time. It turned me on so much, that I felt as though my dick was going to explode.
And I began to thrust faster, and pull out more and more with each thrust. Eventually, I would pull almost all the way out, except the tip. But it became difficult to thrust faster like this. Then, suddenly, Satsuki extended his arms towards me and made a smiling invitation:
“Daddy…” he softly and happily whispered.
I stretched out and lay down. His body and mine now fully connected. I supported myself on my elbows, while he grabbed my ass again to assist me with the thrusting. He looked into my eyes, and again, that teary expression of longing. I also noticed how cute the glasses made him look. His hair was a bit all over the place now but made him look very feminine. I couldn’t help but notice him gently nibble on his lower lip, and it drew my face closer to his. And before I could even think about it, we were kissing.
It was the most romantic kiss I have ever had, something I’d never expect to feel. I can’t even understand how it’s possible. Before, when I kissed a girl, it was always about the sex. I did enjoy it, but it was mostly something I did to get ready to jump to second base. But now, I couldn’t think of anything else but to please Satsuki. I wanted him to feel what it is like to be loved, and he was responding positively to it. We were not with our tongues deep inside each other, but gently biting on each other’s lips, licking them, caressing each others’, almost like one would eat delicious ice cream, but it was hot! We were not having wild sex as much as we were making love.
I patted his head with my right hand on the top and slowly ran down his hair, to his neck, and touched his cheek with my thumb. His breath intensified and he moaned into my mouth. An involuntary thought crossed my mind:
“What a woman!”
His dick and balls pressed together between us, probably heightening his arousal. I’m tall enough that even while penetrating him, I still stand a bit taller. And while we share the romantic kiss, I begin to speed up my thrusting, which rewards me with more loud, girly moans.
But soon I feel like I’m losing control. I rest my face on his left shoulder. He embraced me and pulls me closer. I feel him moving his hips while I thrust so as to rub his genitals against my abdomen. I didn’t know I had such a fetish. It made me throb and enlarge my dick, to which he responded with another loud moan. My breathing got heavier as well. My deep voice, right next to his ear must’ve have aroused him too. I could feel him lightly scratching my back whenever I breathed out.
Penetrating him was the most intense experience I ever had with my dick. He was tighter than any pussy I had ever entered. His insides were warm and squishy, with a texture that almost felt like a million little round pillows, wrapping around my master muscle and massaging it from all angles. I could hardly believe how deeply inside it went. And for a moment, I was concerned about making him shit on my dick. But at one point, I lifted myself a bit, glanced, and saw no brown on myself. He was clean, perfect. Our love juices were the only thing that was enhancing out connection down there. It made me wonder what he must taste like…
“Daddy, please… Love me…” he whispered into my ear.
I felt myself getting more tense. It became hard to hold my weight as my mind was beginning to focus completely on my the sensation on my dick. But he didn’t seem to mind and pulled me even closer, even wrapping his legs around my ass, as though he was inviting me to rest my full body’s weight on him, crushing him.
“I love you… You’re my girl… You’re mine…” I responded in a deep whisper.
He suddenly arched his back again, began to breathe in deeply, and I felt his balls pulsating against my abdomen. This triggered something in me and I felt a strong pinch under my own balls. An electric shock ran, again, through all my body and straight down to my penis. It felt 100 times more intense than when I masturbate. My cum slowly pressed hard through the tight space. It was as tough it would build up at the top and erupt into an explosion!
That moment, Satsuki wildly shot his beautiful, white cum all over himself. It was the sexiest orgasm, with all the high-pitched, loud, girly, moans it came with. Nothing like what I had made any woman ever feel. His strings were long, thick, and came out in very rapid succession, completely covering him from his belly to his chest. A lot of it splashed on my torso and dripped down. A couple shots landed on his neck.
My volcano finally erupted, as Satsuki was still releasing the feelings he had been holding back, probably for a long time. My orgasm was different. There was a long pause between each shot, but they all lasted long, like my dick was a hose blasting water. I could feel his insides filling up and getting warmer. In fact, his whole body was in such a heat that we were completely covered in sweat, though his had a sweat smell.
I released some ten big loads or so. My dick was aching, but it felt good. It kept pulsating even after I had ejaculated everything. Satsuki’s dick quickly grew numb, but I still felt his balls pulsating against my belly. We began to breathe out and I rested my weight more and more on him. His legs now began to spread back out. His arms fell to the side as if he lost their movement. He began to pant with that sexy, womanly voice of his as he quietly moaned. His cum was smearing all over my torso, gluing us together.
I was able to still lift my head a bit. I noticed that his eyes were closed and his mouth was open. He was so red, so full of sweat, his hair so wildly spread on his face, his expression so womanly. I couldn’t resist and licked some of his sweet off his neck, to which he responded with a shudder, a moan, and a large, beautiful, adorable smile. I then also saw the few drops of his cum that landed on his neck, which I licked with even more pressure, and Satsuki responded with an even louder shudder, stuttering as he inhaled.
His cum… I had tasted my own, out of curiosity, a couple times. His tasted different. It was not salty. It did not have that intense smell or taste of piss. It didn’t make my mouth and throat burn a little. It really tasted sweat, like those little, gooey balls on a skewer he keeps buying, which I think he calls *dango*. And the texture was just the right thickness. It melted in my mouth, and opened up my appetite. I wanted more.
And so, I began to slowly pull out of him. He was still so tight. I felt the few remains of my cum in my dick being squeezed out. I began to go down on him and lick up every bit of his cum. He lifted his arms and placed his hands on my hair, gently stroking it. I looked at him. He gave me a shy smile.
“I love your taste,” I whispered with a deep voice.
He shuddered again and another tear flowed down his sweaty, womanly face.
There was so much cum. A small package can contain a lot of stuff, and Satsuki had released it all. He looked as me as though he was at a spa, receiving a massage. The oil was his cum, the hands were my tongue, firmly pressing on his soft skin. Licking the cum off his belly was my favorite part.
I continued to travel down. There was his dick. Tiny. Flaccid. Cum dripping from it. Taking it into my mouth and vacuuming the last remains was easy. I had to carefully peel his foreskin back, and then suck and lick the tip. He gave a loud moan in response, slightly arching his back again. I didn’t dare to fully grab his small thing with my huge hands. I’d probably crush it. But I enjoyed cleaning him all up.
As I finished, I began to sit up on my knees. He was still panting a bit. My cum was bubbling out of his tight asshole. My dick was had not cooled down yet, but was completely covered in all kinds of juices. I could feel them trickling down on it. It made me feel proud, like I had accomplished something. And a thought about babies quickly crossed my mind.
But that was replaced by something else. The tunnel vision and the fog began to lift. It felt as though a grenade had exploded close enough to me that none of my limbs flew off, but that my hearing was temporarily buzzing. That buzzing was now slowly fading away and I was becoming aware of the reality around me. And then a single thought echoed in my mind:
“Am I… gay?”
To be continued…
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rrahg5/super_smash_bros_gay_chapter_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
AUTHOR’S NOTES
[To give myself more space for the notes, I wrote them in a separate thread. Enjoy!](https://www.reddit.com/user/throwaway84015397156/comments/rua2mv/super_smash_bros_gay_chapter_2_authors_notes/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) 😘
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