Too Close for Comfort [MMF?] [Body swap][Cheesy porn script][Interracial]

Friday night, a six-pack of mountain dew and video games. Is there anything better?

Brandon drops onto the couch and picks up the controller. He taps a button. Nothing happens. He taps again, shakes the controller and tries it again. Nothing.

Ten very frustrating minutes later, the diagnosis is clear. Ding Dong, the PS4 is dead. He nearly throws the controller in frustration.

*Fuck*

Brandon falls back onto the couch, the entire night shot. He pulls out his phone and posts a status update with his frustration, including plenty of exclamation points and emojis.

He hits post and does a cursory scroll through his feed. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. He stops scrolling when a flashing ad catches his eye.

“ARE YOU HOME ALONE AND BORED?!?!?!” The words scroll over a video of an attractive blond girl making kissy faces at the camera.

Brandon takes the bait when the words “Click Now!” flash on the screen.

A page that he’s never heard of quickly loads. Some kind of VR porn from what he can gather. The tagline is: Be a part of the scene!

Brandon has never been one for porn, but in this moment, frustrated and with an evening to waste, he decides to give it a try. He starts to click on categories. Guy on Girl. Teen. Blonde. Interracial.

A new page loads with a prominent play button. The video starts innocently enough. A petite blonde girl dressed in a laughable excuse for a girl scout uniform knocks on the front door of a house. The beige skirt barely covers her ass. And she’s wearing heels for some reason

“Cookies? Anyone home? I’ve got cookies for sale.” She delivers the lines with a acting ability of piece of salami.

The door opens and an young black man’s face peeks out. He’s much taller than her, 6’7 at least.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been wanting some cookies. But I don’t have any money. How bout you come inside and we figure something out.”

“Gee, I don’t know mister. I’m supposed to collect money before I give out any cookies.”

Brandon groans at the corny scripting.

“It’s ok, I’ll give you something good for those cookies.”

Shrugging, she steps into to the door. The scene changes to find the girl sitting on a couch, now sandwiched between the young man and another black man, never introduced but presumably also involved in this transaction now.

Brandon feels a little groggy as they quiz and tease the girl, asking if she needs milk for the cookies and other such nonsense. The action is just starting when Brandon’s eyes fall shut.

When they open again, he’s in a strange place. He tries to look around, but something is wrong with his neck. His head won’t turn. He can only see out a glass sliding door to a large pool behind the building he’s in.

Now his head is turning, but not of his own volition. Realization hits Brandon like a sack of potatoes. It’s the room from the video.

Now two faces are in view above him, looking down and smiling. Both are in the process of unfastening their belts.

*uh, oh*

“Are you fellas gonna give me a fair trade for my cookies?” A high pitched voice asks. It takes a second for Brandon to realize it came from him.

*Fuck*

“You know it, baby. Here’s what we’ve got for you.” Man from the door says, tugging free a monstrous cock. His friend isn’t far behind.

“Oh, boy”, Brandon’s too high voice says, sounding excited. And no matter what his brain his saying, his hands are reaching up and gripping it. His knees are lifting him until he’s eye level with the big black dick.

His mouth opens taking the head inside. Brandon wants to spit and yell, but his body has other ideas. He’s sucking the head, moving quickly back and forth. Now he’s stroking it, moving to the friend and repeating the same movements. Back and forth, he’s sucking these monster cocks.

He feels strong hands in his hair pulling him closer until his face is buried in man #1’s balls. They’re musky and salty, heavy on his tongue.

The two men are calling him names. Cocksucker. Slut. Cum Dump.

One of them slaps his cock down with an audible slap, leaving sticky trails of saliva and a stinging line across Brandon’s cheek.

Suddenly, Brandon is on his hands and knees in front if an armchair. Guy #1 is sitting back while Brandon works away, slobbing generously on his knob. Guy #2 is nowhere to be seen, but Brandon feels a breeze blow across his bare ass.

*Fuck, the scene changed.*

A finger probes into him, a sensation that his brain has trouble translating. A finger in his pussy. Now something bigger, much bigger.

“This is one tight pussy,” a deep voice announces. And suddenly, Brandon is impossibly full. Behind him, Guy #2 is hurriedly feeding his cock snake into this young slut. It’s obscene to the utmost degree. His cock is bigger around than her wrist and already wedged more than 6 inches deep, with more than half that yet to go.

He pushes himself forward, jamming another inch in and forcing her face farther down his friend’s shaft. A lesser slut would be choking or tapping out by now, but she must have come to play.

Inside his mind, Brandon is nearly in tears. He can feel the fat cockhead pushing past the entrance to this throat. This body clearly has no gag reflex, and the strong hands on the back of his head are making liberal use of this ability. They force him up and down using his mouth with no less regard than whoever is behind him, forcing what feels like a baseball back up his love canal.

But the part that makes Brandon want to cry, especially as Guy #2 places a fat lubricated thumb against Brandon’s asshole, is how good it feels. He’s essentially being triple penetrated right now and his body is enjoying it. He can feel a pit of pleasure building every time Guy #2 slams forward, slapping his pendulous balls against Brandon’s swollen clit. His asshole clenches repeatedly on the probing thumb, and God damn but the cock in his throat is drooling the most delicious precum.

The line between body and mind blur as the two men work themselves into a rhythm, working over the teen slut easily between them. For his part, Brandon is cumming on the fat cocks like a true whore.

With no warning, Guy #1 pulls him off. Orgasm drunk, it takes several second for Brandon to realize what’s happening as Guy #1 strokes himself inches away. Unfortunately, seconds is all it takes.

Guy #1 explodes thick ribbons of jizm across Brandon’s upturned face. His tongue is out to catch some, and even as he feels it coating his cheeks and chin, he swallowing an ample portion as well.

“Got your milk for those cookies,” the man laughs.

Behind him, Guy #2 gives a battle cry and withdraws, leaving Brandon’s hole feeling like an empty void. More spunk sprays over his back, ass and pussy, before Guy #2 pushes back inside, sure to finish his last few drops at the door to Brandon’s womb.

Everything fades to black and Brandon awakes with a start.

He looks around the room. His phone rests face down on his chest. He tosses it away, trying to come to terms with reality. He starts to sit up, but stops. His boxers are hot and wet with his own emission.

He strips off his clothes and goes for a cold, shameful shower.

*Maybe I should just read books*

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