Scavengers of the Dead Prologue (Patreon)

Prologue

Marcos was feeling uneasy the past week. His ironed’ clothes crinkled from how unnerved he was, as he walked awkwardly in his flannel-long sleeve and thrifted khakis. Marco’s leather boots the only noise within the long stretch of hallway he traveled, hand’s clinging to the pockets of his leather jacket from the quiet stress the atmosphere put him through.

The little high-school he worked at was showing strange signs of something being wrong, as well as the rest of Williamson. He couldn’t contact Maw’ma while she was on her Vet-retreat across the state, nor did any other staff members have a clue as to the missing population of campus. ‘I feel like somethings deeply off. That’s the 3rd student that skipped period in 3 days after going to the bathroom’, Marcos thought to himself. Walking alone through the hallways as he tried to reach the teacher’s lounge for a break, groaning as he adjusted his button-up from the stress. “This really sucks, at least a student would be around the halls during lunch periods, but I’m practically talking to myself in-a-graveyard from how empty it is!”, Marcos whined in worry. Using a hand to fidget with his combed’back hair from his stress, wishing he could stave off his anxieties with a cigarette; a vice he barely defeated 10 years prior.

Darting his eyes left-to-right as he passed by lockers built into the walls of the building, sweat dripped past eyebrows normally hidden by wild hair that would have shielded his unnerved expression. “I..i’m really the only One talking. Denice…..Crane….Ernesto….Aga-any of your reg’s vibin’ by your lockers at all??”, Marcos questioned out loud as he traveled deeper to his destination. The dull quiet creeping along plastered walls as they haunted his boot’s stomping, Marcos’s steps truly the only noise around. Trying hard not to sweat further from the lack of responses he had hoped for from the usual students relaxing here by lunch. Hoping they were just skipping school all together, as Marcos focused on going somewhere to unwind.

Walking to the teacher’s lounge at the heart of the building he taught, the hallway was more daunting to traverse than normal. The volumes of classrooms he normally passed much quieter from the lack of people around. Enough teachers have been absent in the past week along with most of their students, that some courses have been canceled completely. The cheap, orange lights that hanged over light blue walls and white floors; were almost darker than normal. As if the glass to contain them had accumulated black mold at the edges of where the bulbs were installed. ‘I swear, the lights are getting fogged up by something. If that actually looked like mold, we’d all be getting’ weeks off for clean-up. But all of them have that weird...residue’, Marcos thought as he cleaned his glasses to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. As if the longer he stared at the darkening glass, whatever shaded it acted more like…. molasses creeping over the outlines of the light bulb.

Until he passed by the public restrooms about 6 classrooms before the lounge. Marcos walking a bit faster as he heard something in the taped-off rooms students can go to relieve themselves. A small...something behind the closed space making a noise that was muffled and….off. The faint noise sounding like the slow flush of a chunky liquid, the solids in that fluid almost shredded by something he could not think of at the top of his head. Marcos was positive they were supposed to be locked, water shut off for full repairs. The edges of the metal used to keep the door sealed seemed….to be covered in a black residue too. Its surface clinging open just a little from the doorframe, as thin as a needle to seem almost locked shut….as if someone could peek through it.

‘Uh-uh. Nope. Not gonna check ThaT out. Gonna tell the principal or somethin’ later,’ Marcos thought to himself as he sharply turned his head away. ‘Ain’t no God-Damn way I get paid enough to Investigate spooky noises’, he assured to himself as he went from a jog to a sprint to get in the lounge faster. Barely able to hear a subtle slam behind him towards a space he was determined not to turn to once more.

Rushing through the teacher’s lounge, the door was unlocked. Instinctively, Marcos bounced back a little at the door that pushed itself open with no resistance. Before shaking himself back to normal after just “Who the hell left this open? Well, doubt there are students that can sneak in here at-the-moment, not that I’d mind if they steal Mr. Gib’s lunch again. Ahahaha”, Marcos chuckled. Calming himself as he locked the door behind him. Putting away his glasses, he ruffled-up his hair fully downward as to cover his eyes as a way to unwind. Reset himself a bit from the personality he put up around his students, some of the staff knowing him as just one of the feller’s you’d see fishing at 4am. Marcos’s shoulders re-tensing as he heard….moaning? The strange noise from another restroom left ajar, as beside the little space for tables and couches to eat by, their private restroom was a bit open to hear someone….in distress?

‘oh-Shoot, they might need an alka-seltzer or somethin’, let me go knock and ask in case they’re indisposed’, Marcos thought as he was ready to grab them from one of his pockets. Walking over to the door as he gave it a light knock. The force from his knuckle enough to opened the surface fully much easier than Marcos though. His eyes initially closed from blinking as the noise from the restroom getting louder-and-louder before his vision showed him what was going on.

…….

“Fuck, This week has me, Urgh, s-tStressing out too much~”, Roniel spoke as he tried stifling his moaning. The gym teacher having thrown his wide, blue uniform along with everything else he wore to the furthest part of the restroom as he tried to calm down his libido. Much wider than the rectangular sink he found himself at, the big man was pushing his groin at one of the hard corners of the surface. Pushing his dicklet deeper into his crotch, as the small rod throbbed from the friction of being forced further into itself. As Roniel stuck 3 of his meaty fingers deeper into his asshole, the loose penetration failing to stop moans as the friction of violating his hole made his arousal worse.

His greedy cunt ruined from the past 1 hour of fingering, it’s clean, silky cave mired in lube he was saving in his gym bag for the occasion. Thankful he prepped his hole for today; as each finger he rammed in-and-out, in-and-out let out a sticky sloshing noise along his sounds of pleasure from stretching the loose cunt. “Wish kent didn’t end up to be an asshole, he knew how to treat a boy like me Left me gaped up like his little princess. Until he started seeing Joseline behind my back. Hmmmnnn, dammit. Stuo-pid h-unG jj-erk, t-turning me Out Why can’t I cum yetttt~” Roniel whined. His deeply masculine accent breaking higher as he dug thick fingers deeper into his pussy, trying hard to release his pent up stress as he pressed down on his large prostate over-and-over, over-and-over. Seeing stars at the continued pressure of his joy button, Roniel tried going faster as his libido seem inescapable.

As if he was missing something. ‘Usually I can cum in here just fine, but this week has me PENT-up from all the weird shit. First 4 of my star players disappear after hitting the showers late. Than the next day; each early period I’m in, less-and-less students attend. Did I scare them too much about that stuupid pacer-test or somethin-ngh, Fuckkkkk’, Roniel contemplated as fast as he could manage. His mind a swirl of emotions dwarfed by an insatiable lust as he humped the hard corner of the sink. Using his free hand to pinch one of his nipples, twisting it repeatedly in quick, clockwork rotations as hard as he could manage. The sensitive, large fleshy button cracking his throat further in pleasure as his honey-colored skin collected more sweat from his arousal.

Trying to hype himself up, he thought about why he didn’t touch his dicklet. Thinking back onto what it means to be a boy compared to a real man with fat inches. Years of loving his tiny dick, conditioned around why guys like him never rub-it-out without the permission of man. ‘I Need A Real Man. Not a dickless boy like me. One with real inches who doesn’t feel ashamed at urinals. One who isn’t forced into xs condoms when they ‘top’. One with a meaty rod that can be seen through pant bulges. Not like another guy like me with a clitdick had that always shrank back inside when the mood got ruined. I’m just a Nub-boy desperate for a keyholder, to lock away my forge table pencil-dick between my thighs. Fukkkk, I wish I didn’t scare away guys all the time with my big body; my muscles are just for show, I promise I’m a good Boy~ I promise I’m a Good Boy!’, Roniel fantasized. Eyes closed as he humped the corner of the sink faster as he got into more of this embarrassing thought process, tongue lulling out in passion.

Roniel loved how humiliating it was to be himself compared to Men with fat, heavy dicks. No matter how big his body got, no matter how thick his muscles or gut became: he was a proud little boy-button that needed permission to cum. His hazel eyes rolling backwards from the embarrassing string of thoughts in his head that ‘bothered him worse.

‘I’m a button-boy with a little clit. I’m A Button-Boy with a Little Clit. ImaButtonBoyWithALittleClit I need a daddy to take care of me, I Need A Daddy To Take Care Of Me I wanna be a Good Boy. I Wanna be A Good Boy. Lock and Shrink my Tiny nub for Him, I need him to-’ Roniel thought in a sling of mantras he taught himself over the years. The self-violation of his own cunt worsening with these ideas. As a fourth finger was added into his smoldering hole. Making Roniel jump from his insatiable lust as he was eager to fit as much of his hand as possible as if he could ever satisfy this Itch. Stopping midway into his hole as a Man’s voice burst from the outside.

As the door Roniel thought locked moments before, swung wide open with no resistance. “Knock-knock. Sorry to Int-trude, but if you’re havin’ trouble, I got some alka-seltzer if you neeed….it?”, said a lanky man Roniel faintly recognized. A few feet away into the bright atmosphere of the teacher’s longue, was a tall guy wearing a nerdy bottom up fitted with tough leather accessories. At least, that is what Marcos thought in the seconds of shock. His brownish, gray hair obscuring most of his older-looking face as the other teacher realized Roniel’s situation as they froze together.

Marcos’s voice caught off-guard, as he opened his eyes under the shade of his locks to see Roniel fully.

A mountain of a man caught mid-moan with most of his left fist caught up his plump ass. His honey-tan soaked in sweat as the edges of his soft body rounded outward in a thick pudge that screamed strength along streaks of stretch marks that he liked seeing. His right hand was pinching a nipple surrounded by a large, dark Areola….as his crotch was being mushed into the corner of the sink in the restroom. In real time: Marcos saw Roniel’s, thin, at least 4 inch prick shrink down into less than an inch long in the middle of his smooth crotch, the little head releasing a small white tear of precum despite the panic covering every part of Roniel. The bigger man covering his crotch in shame as he yelped, freezing for the most awkward minute of his life. Before veins of frustration formed around his forehead. Stepping a foot closer in his nude fury as he almost growled in his throat, his 60 seconds of shock turning into anger.

Marcos was still drooling as one of his shadowed green eyes looked to the bulky, naked man before him. Roniel breaking the minute long pause with a shout as he prepared to charge towards Marcos; “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE. Get-Get Out! I-Am, Ahah, Clearly USING This Room. Naked. Aghhainst the sink from stomach issues... I. Iiii-I SW-Swear to God if you whisper a syllable about what you Saw, I will-.”

“ain’t you a pretty little thing~”, Marcos let out in astonishment. His focused gaze staring hearts through his hairline to the naked man barreling towards him. Roniel stopping half way from his angered walk as he covered his crotch tighter out of instinct. “Wha-WHAT Did you Say, Per-Pervert!”, Roniel let out as he blushed a little in response, feeling his nub perk up within his groin as his leer shifted in confusion.

Knowing he had no right to speak about being a pervert as he looked up to the man in leather and flannel. His form much thinner than his, but aged. Marcos’s peppered hair making Roniel reconsider his actions as he saw more of the gray fuzz leaking through buttons from his chest, and along his knuckles. The seething rage he felt fleeing as he tried analyzing the pervert in front of him, only to gasp at what he saw looking beneath Marcos’s Torso. Seeing Marcos’s pants had a heavy surprise that bounced a little from all this. Taking the steam from all of Roniel’s rage as the naked man realized that the older man meant his praise. Roniel’s thin nub back to full mass at the realization.

Marcos spoke as his pants tented up fully; “noo, you ain’t just pretty. You’re beautiful, more than beauty itself could ever dream of bein’. I-I’m sorry I walked in on your sess’ I thought someone was having tummy issues and needed a seltzer or’ somethin’. I’ll leave you be, pretty boy, Again, I apologize for interuptin’ ”. Marcos let out a sigh as he rubbed his left hand over his neck in a bit of shame, saddened for distressing a peer. Trying to make his gaze avoidant, despite wanting to continue to admire Roniel as his iris’s expanded in delight. The sight of the chunky man visibly shaking his pant’s beltline from his cock’s heavy throbbing. Bouncing especially as he heard Roniel’s reaction.

“Ple-please say that again….”, Roniel begged much more gently than Marcos thought possible with his rough voice. Marcos smiled as his pants visibly twitched where his zipper was as he studied Roniel. The bigger man’s hazel irises looked pleadingly, despite Roniel’s attempt at an avoidant gaze, his head rotated away from the shameful need. Roniel’s hands still hovering over his crotch as he waited for Marcos to say anything, having given space to his fully erect nub as a thin wisp of precum dripped to the floor behind them. Marcos smiled as he brought his hands together, fiddling with his fingers as he gave a warm chuckle through his goofy smile. His observant eyes gazed downward in admiration for the pretty boy in front of him as he loomed shy 6 inches over Marcos.

“Eeh-ehehe, What, about you being pretty to me? Beautiful, to me? The nicest thing I have seen in a really long time~? Sure. I can repeat myself for you. If. You feel comfortable with me closing this door behind me to show you how grateful I am to seeing a pretty lil’ thing like you~”, Marcos cooed at Roniel. His husky voice wrapping around a sultry tone as if it was a blanket enveloping Roniel’s body in a loving cocoon. Roniel’s once avoidant pleading focused on the lustful cooing before him as he stopped pretending not to pay attention to Marcos. Shoulder’s rising as his jaw slacked from feeling….relaxed? Eager at the praise from the stranger in front of him that saw Roniel’s big body solely as something to be admired. Roniel gave Marcos his full, undivided attention with the most pleafing look in his half sunk eyes.

“ple-Pretty Please~”, Roniel whined desperately. His pathetic tone sourced from a need deep inside himself that he thought impossible. Marcos chuckled as he turned around a bit to closed the door behind him. Lock it. And cover the edges of the bottom with his leather jacket. Turning to Roniel, Marcos asked politely as he tried keeping his hands to his sides; “Well pretty lil’-thing; am I allowed to come closer to compliment you?”. Cooing in his drawl, his mouth stuck in a light smile as he controlled himself. Roniel nodded as his shoulders shivered from what was happening. The naked man responding with a, “yes please”, before Marcos stomped over with his leather boots. Marcos stepped over with pride, a smile clinging to the left side of his face from the sheer amusement of the situation as his eyes stayed hidden in his messy hairline from the intense enjoyment of what he experienced. His leather boots loud as he now loomed over Roniel a few feet away.

“Hey Baby, you…. okay showing me that pretty lil’thing fully? I wanna admire it….up close?”, Marcos cooed as he let his hands rest beside himself. Waiting for Roniel to respond as the bigger guy froze in excitement. Roniel was at a lost for words at the older man in front of him. His eyes in a spinning daze from excitement; coming to terms that he was caught edging by a man that was just his type. His acceptance of the taller teacher less a whisper and more a mumble that Marcos couldn’t hear. Roniel’s mouth moving on its own until he felt his soft cheeks be cupped by hard, firm hands. His chin held as fingers hugged his face from one of the man’s hands as Marcos spoke; “Baby, is that a yes to showing me what I want to see? Speak up, Please”. Marcos commanded politely.

“yesss-sirrrr”, Roniel whined out. His effort to be obedient met with a soft peck on his forehead before he even removed his hands from his crotch. Roniel’s dicklet throbbed hard at the sudden affection, inhaling a bit of the taller man’s musk from the sudden lack of distance. His sweat a savory scent with sweet undertones of a flower garden, masked together by cheap cologne. Eager to enjoy this Man’s warmth, desperate to linger on a musk he could get used to more and more as Marcos’s soft lips lingered on Roniel’s forehead. The addicting smell gone as Marcos squat to eye level with Roniel’s groin.

Whistling, Marcos’s astonishment turned to pure amazement. His hairline unable to hide any trace of his lust after the stressful day he had. Inching his face closer to Roniel’s groin, enough to feel the heat desperate to warm his face. “Damn, ain’t you the cutest little nub this side of Appalachia~ My lips are getting hungry just looking at it. I wanna do more than taste this thin lil’shrimp and small balls till’ yah burst. Are you okay with me doing what I want, Baby-boy?”, Marcos responded in his husky pitch. His face hovering an inch away from now, enough to leave a pucker and kiss the cutest dicklet he had come across. Barely as round a cheap cigar, the uncut tip of the thinner cock sparked outward like a budding rose soaked with rain drops as the tan clit throbbed every 5 seconds with heat.

“please do, S-Sirrrr”, Roniel whined absentmindedly. His head lost his arousal as he failed to process how any of this was real until he felt a warm pair of lips make contact with his dicklet. The little nub oozing on the fuzzy face of the man that plunged itself into his crotch. Smelling his clit and balls nose-first, planting kisses through out before a much warmer sensation wrapped around his orbs. Marcos running his tongue to savor the small sack attached to the clit he needed to show love to, barely needing to put it in his mouth from how tiny they were compared to his own junk. Roniel was moaning again, hands to this head as he was not instructed to do anything else as his groin was being appreciated by the taller man. His throat scratching harder as he felt his dicklet get enveloped by Marcos.

Marcos gave the tiny nub wet pecks with his big lips, humming as he did so from how good Roniel tasted. The thin clit was practically spewing honey nonstop that Marcos knew he needed to taste deeper, as he wordlessly pulled away from a distracted Roniel and his pretty dick. Jamming two of his long fingers into his mouth to lube them up. Before Roniel could register the lack of loving, he felt 2 cold, rough digits invade his pussy much deeper than his own hand could manage, caressing his prostate as if firmly petting it.

As Marcos eased his fingering into Roniel’s ruined cunt, he opened his eager lips to swallow all of his dicklet as well. Marcos was drinking precum as fast as he could manage as he gave good head’: using his mouth to suck consistently as he worked his wet tongue into overdrive to cover every inch of tan nub again-and-again in swirls of addictive tasting. Increasing the suction of his jaw and throat to inhale the dicklet as much as possible as he groaned insatiably. Unable to close his eyes as from the ecstasy of the small dick was greedily inhaled from years of practice with an oral fixation. Roniel was seeing stars as he looked up and used his hands to mask his eyes; his pussy squishing Marcos’s long fingers from their tension. Desperate for release, as drool inched out of the right side of his squishy face and into his thick pecs from holding back his orgasm.

“Hmnnnnnnn, Nooo, D-dadddy~, I, HuH!”, Roniel moaned in a pitched whine before he gasped. His hands sharply moving to cover his mouth from the embarrassment of calling a Co-worker ‘Daddy’. Tensing all over again, Roniel froze as he felt his soft pussy lose the fingers violating it deeper than he ever could, as the warm mouth he wished would stay on his dicklet fled with a wet kiss. The shame of what he said creeping on him as Roniel thought he had turned off the sexy, older man that embraced him with love bombing. Until he felt the warmth of a much taller body loom over him. Hot flannel and familiar musk invading his senses, as a wet hand rubbed one of Roniel’s wrist. Roniel meekly taking off his hands as the taller man looked down to him with such a calm….pride in his lustful gaze. Observant, mossy green eyes taking all of Roniel’s shame and returning only love from the exchange. Keeping his tough hands over the neck of Roniel where the naked man rested his uneasy palms away from his face, Marcos began to speak.

“Baby. Please keep calling me that. I want you. And I want you….to Only call me that when you feel comfortable, okay?” Marcos said as he restrained the passion in his voice. His throat deep from the sheer enjoyment he felt as he tried getting closer to Roniel’s face. Roniel shaking as a nervous smile crept onto his face, unable to hide the blush underneath his hazel eyes. “oh-ohokay-”, Roniel peeped out until Marco’s left hand traveled to the naked man’s corresponding cheek. Keeping the button-boy’s full attention from cupping the squishy cheek he held, Marcos commanded softly “Yes What, Baby? What do you want Daddy to do to you~?”.

Roniel melted once more, his thick pudge visibly slouching as his sweaty form shrank. A hungry, trembling smile crept over his big mouth as he looked up with obedience. Accepting the situation, no matter how humiliating it felt, the thrill of having a man like him made Roniel respond with joy; “PLEASE DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME, DADDY~ Please Love this Button boy and his clitdick, D-Daddy~”.

Breathing in and out his thick frame, his plump body heaved a bit as Roniel’s eyes glanced lovingly up to Marcos. Feeling so….happy, ashamed, and excited. The Rush of it all made him want to bust then and there, his dicklet throbbing from an arousal doused in pain.

Marcos’s response to it all was to indulge himself, no longer slouching as he leaned fully into Roniel. Taking the breathe out of Roniel as his longs arms closed the distance between the naked man fully, wrapping his flannel fully around his back to grope the ass he had fingered earlier. Squeezing both his cheeks with an insatiable hunger, as if his digits could permanently leave grooves along the soft muscles he wanted to violate all day, uncaring about missing classes if he meant he could do everything he wanted to the boy that called him Daddy with such affection. Using the moment of his lust by syncing his lips with the breathless Roniel into a deep, passionate kiss.

Squishing his ass harder as he funneled his breathe into the stunned mouth of Roniel, Marcos kept his eyes open to admire the smaller man as he savored the boy that would be his right now Studying his soft, adorable face: the facade of masculinity and rage he had encountered earlier could not have come from the same person. As Marcos’s tongue explored the parted lips of Roniel, his hungry muscle overtaking the now eager saliva from Roniel’s mouth, Marcos saw Roniel give in fully. Breathing through Marcos’s connection as their kiss went from sudden surprise, to a desperate indulgence neither of them couldn’t get enough of.

Roniel’s eyes closing fulling as their tongues united in a twist the smaller man guided him into. Trading the flavors of each other’s taste buds as if they were making out like seasoned lovers separated for a really longtime. Their unity lasting ages through the minutes of Roniel whining ‘daddy’ through the wet savoring of each other’s tongues. Marcos fully closing his eyes as he knew Roniel was comfortable with their make-out, sensing through his passion a kinship in the sweaty boy next to him. A loneliness he would be the one to rid them both of.

Roniel felt Marcos pull him away from his leaning make-out, refusing to separate less than needed for what happened next as Marcos’s saliva traveled from the same mouth that muttered “daaddy”, in the cutest moan possible. His whimpering begs for ‘Daddy’ cracking his voice as Marcos fondled him further; his hungry, mossy green eyes almost as ravenous as the teeth that sank into Roniel’s neck. Whining louder as Marcos quieted the big boy before him with his hands, leaving his long fingers for Roniel. The naked man sucking the digits eagerly as he hummed for Marcos the word he loved, inhaling them deeper as he felt the hand that penetrated his pussy earlier grasp one of his thighs. Lifting up Roniel’s right leg beneath his calve to leverage the naked man into his hickeys, unable to part his starving jaw from the many bites and kisses he left onto Roniel’s neck.

Roniel was more than happy, uncaring of the bruises the taller daddy would leave him after their session. Wishing he was sucking the hand that violated his loose cunt, even if it had lube on it, he felt too good to not do whatever this man wanted. His passion unbothered even as he heard another teacher unlock the teacher’s lounge. Locking and closing the door behind themselves, the coworker of Roniel and Marcos went about their business unaware the cruising going on in the closes restroom of their break room. Thankful at how obedient Roniel was at sucking his fingers, he acted fast to try and soothe the big boy he wanted to enjoy more. Un-syncing his mouth from Roniel’s shoulder, he gently place Roniel down from grasping his thigh as he kept his long hand over the smaller man’s mouth.

Marcos had Roniel’s full attention, trusting the taller guy’s instincts as neither of them wanted to stop. Nodding his head, gesturing to the toilet, Marcos guided an obedient Roniel latrine. Obeying, the bigger man nodding his head, no longer gonna let setbacks or surprise from stopping the desperation for this connection, his worthless nub unable to get soft again as he constantly held back a ruined orgasm.

Thankful their cheap school didn’t replace their toilets, the flusher’ had a lid Roniel could sit down on without his ass sinking into the porcelain bowl. Marcos helping him sit down as the height difference left Roniel eager, now at eye level with the big bugle in Marcos’s pants. Before turning his face back to Roniel: Marcos made sure no noise escaped from the restroom. Thankful he had helped plug up the creek beneath the door with his leather jacket, as he turned to face Roniel, starring up to him pleadingly.

Using his left hand, Marcos parted the obedient mouth of Roniel with a thumb holding open his jaw. Quickly having his other hand gesture to stay quiet as it slowly traveled to his beltline. Roniel nodded, waiting for what Marcos wanted as he saw the taller man collected a large swat of spit. The jewel of drool sparkling perfectly down like a heavy raindrop. Closing his eyes, Roniel leaned closer to where it would land, making sure Marcos’s spit would be all his. The taste of the older man invading his mouth in cool fluid he needed more of. Savoring the taste of Marcos for a moment, until his eyes opened wide to the sight of a belt coming loose. The brown, leather strap parting way to reveal the sexiest cock he every say in Virginia, no, Americas, no; the Biggest, Sexist Cock he had EVER SEEN.

Free from the only layer of jean blocking it from air, the musky cock was too heavy to perk-up straight. Angled downward with a loose foreskin that poked out closer to his urethra than the top of the cock head. Shy 3 inches from a full foot, but much thicker than any ruler Roniel held to measure his own clit: the cock had a groomed shrub of graying pubic hair. The bigger guy’s jaw dropped as Marcos sank his pants to the his knees fully to reveal the fattest balls he ever saw attached to the monster shaft in his face. Marcos’s testes dangling carefree around 4-5 inches to his scrawny thighs, even his orbs were bigger than Roniel’s Nub.

Marcos admired the boy at cock-level, Roniel fast and wild to worship his cock. Keeping his left-hand in Roniel’s hairline in repeated, rubbing pets he made tender. Fortunate he didn’t cum earlier in the morning like he usually does, as the bigger guy sitting at the toilet went hard on polishing Marcos’ low-hangers. The tanned, fuzzy balls nested on Roniel’s nose before he took them into his big mouth one at a time. Swirling his tongue like sucking on a jawbreaker, barely containing his need to taste Marcos’s nutts.

One-by-one, as Roniel was not able to contain much of the excitement in his throat as Marcos tried not staring downward to the guy that sucked on his testes before moving to lather his big tongue over the veiny meat that was his cock. Looking down once, Marcos saw Roniel and smiled: the boy that called him daddy was making love to his cock, smothering his face and nose into the shaft, bush, and orbs repeatedly as he inhaled every inch of Marcos’s essence as if he wanted to wear it onto his face. The darker groin contrasting hard with the already tanned man that deeply licked the cock he was getting addicted to, Roniel keeping his hands away from the cock he made-out with as he pinched his nipples inward to makes his pecs resemble boobs, his adorable, leaky nub more obscured by this than his pronounced gut did.

He stopped paying attention from 2 things. Roniel shoving his salivating tongue through his sensitive tip, cradling the muscle in swirling love as kiss lips kissed Marco’s fat foreskin. This made Marcos use his free hand to cover his mouth from the deep groans his tired throat wanted to emit. Petting the bigger boy giving him head’ harder as he heard the person in the teacher’s lounge shout. “Who-the, WHo Stole my Lunch Again! THAT DAMN, Crane, IF I find him gobblin’ Up my Pot-roast again!”, shouted their peer in the teacher’s lounge. Slamming a smaller door, likely a fridge, before motioning the main door open and storming out the silent hallway in the same direction Marcos came from. Their motions and rage still audible from the lack of people as they attempted to find their mystery culprit.

Marcos took that time to rub Roniel’s head as he gained his sub’s attention. “you ready to take Daddy fully, Baby?” Marcos asked in a whisper as he inched closer into the swirling tongue of Roniel. “ywss-dadddy”, Roniel responded as he took his tongue out of the addicting foreskin with a wet gush. Resting the muscle beneath the fat cock head where the foreskin was larger, opening his mouth as wide as possible. Roniel’s needy eyes pleased when the delicate hands of Marcos grabbed the back of his head firmly, as he pushed 9 full inches of cock Roniel had lubed up from worship. Marcos faced fucked the man that called him daddy; pushing Roniel’s head in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out, inandout in a quick section. Finding his groove using the bigger man’s throat just like any other fleshlight, the warm wetness of the eager hole making him grunt hard as he heard his boy gag lightly from taking every inch of cock. Roniel’s tongue teasing the base of the dick impaling his mouth whenever Marcos pushed the bigger-guy’s nose into pubic hair, trying to see if he could lick the base of those balls as well.

“been holding it in since you called me Daddy, Boy; you ready for this load? Want it down your pretty throat? Your sexy tits, or on that face I can’t get enough of?”, Marcos asked his boy with lustful pride. His cutest hazel eyes he ever came across looks eagerly to him, his hands pausing from face-fucking Roniel. The bigger-guy responding the only way he felt right as a nub boy. Sinking his forehead into the belly button of Marcos as he rammed the cock as deep as he could manage into his throat. Flexing tongue and suction through pathetic gags and desperate whimper, as Roniel breathed through the musky pubic hair of the cock he wanted to drink from as he polished the meaty shaft with all his effort. His tearful, needy eyes closing in satisfaction as pump-upon-pump of Marcos’s cum shot past Roniel’s esophagus. Marcos growling as his hands sank into Roniel’s hair for support. The bigger man quickly feeling the gooey climax travel down his throat as he pulled away to have more of the hot splouge in his mouth to savor. Two more ropes sank into his gullet before the last 5, thick, pools of cum were savored in Roniel’s Mouth. They….tasted incredible? He usually hated climaxes, but he guessed his past flings didn’t hydrate themselves like the Daddy he had found.

Retracting himself fully from the shaft of Marcos, he dug his tongue under the foreskin he became addicted to, serving it one last time as he felt a familiar hand grab his own. Stopping Roniel from pinching his thick pecs, Marcos urged the naked man up from sitting on the toilet. Standing, a spent Marcos looked fondly at the man he needed more of as he spoke “thank you, baby. I needed that. I would go on more and stretch you out. But I ain’t got rubbers, nor your name. Hell. I ain’t even taken you out to dinner? You okay with the softer stuff like that, boy?”

Roniel laughed as he sank his face into Marcos’s flannel. The bigger-guy fully hugging the man who came down his throat, his thick arms almost picking him up fully as his naked body was warmed by Marcos’s clothes. “the names, Roniel, daddy~ Ahaah, I’m keeping you to all that. How about we….chat about this in the actual lounge? If you’re this great for a perverted quickie, it...it makes me wonder how nn-Nice you are at everything else?”, Roniel whispered before sinking his face deeper into Marcos’s chest to muffle his enthusiasm. Feeling long arms hug him back as Marcos responded; “The name’s Marcos, baby. Let’s get you-”. They were both cut off by a familiar voice shouting down the hall.

“There You Are! Get Back Here, Young Man. OR so Help me, Stop this Instant!”, their peer from earlier whisper-shouted down the path Marcos traveled from. Their shoes echoing with their sentiment along the empty halls. Running after a 2nd person neither Marcos or Roniel could hear as both men paid attention with confusion in their embrace. “Don’t go hiding from me There!”, the peer shouted as they got further and further away, the lover’s fixated attention on the person that could find out their cruising paused once more as the lights went out.

Roniel squeezed Marcos tightly from the lack of vision, the whole building likely having a full temporary outage again. “baby, I Got my Phone in my Pocket, One Sec”, Marcos urged from his breathless twiggy form. “Shit, Sorry Daddy”, Roniel responded as he lightened the strength in his hug as he felt Marcos move to get his hands away into his left pocket. A few seconds later, a tough brick of a phone illuminated the risky lovers once more as they looked overjoyed to see each other again. “How about we get you dressed and chat about that date in the lounge, Sweet-thing?”, Marcos asked as he kissed Roneil’s forehead. “Ahahaha, St-stop Save it for the dinner your paying for, Or when we’re out of school, Sir”, Roniel teased back as he punched Marcos’s chest playfully. The force crumpling the exhausted English Teacher in one blow as the large PE Coach panicked over the Daddy he had just gotten asked out by.

(CW- Death, Mutilation, Infection, and Body Horror)

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By the time the power came back on, Roniel was dressed and leaning again Marcos on the cushioned bench in the break room. They waited for their coworker, but they never released whoever they were never came back as the lovers got distracted in each other’s company. Shy a few yards away from the bathroom their peer had walked into to. The door of the condemned latrine wide open, the afternoon glow showing whatever inside made it much more darker than it should be. Black vapors seeping from it as like a curtain. The entrance to the restroom slowly closing as a bloodied, writing thing attempted to crawl past the border of the doorframe. An aged, male hand of ivory skin. Fingers in panic and weakness, the arm pulsating further past the wrist from the objects of impossible dark blackness that borrowed into the limb.

Uneven, Writing, Masses of something the size of toothpaste tubes that wriggled to an unknowable rhythm as they made their way deeper closer to his digits. The man that crawled desperately to the light as his body was pinned tried to scream, plead for help in the dead halls he was stumping through earlier. His jaw dislodged by his whatever was filled his body with writhing, black lifeforms.

His hand a few inches from the border of the bathroom and into the sun’s glow, before the things invading his arm burst from his wrist.

Severing his hand as more of their kind filled the disconnected appendage with their kin. The once dissected hope of escape reunited once more as parasite filled stump reconnected with the cut meat holding his fingers. Feeling the pain he could not omit to empty hall, the new master over his from making the limb retreat back into the darkness of the condemned restroom. What was left of a young face chittering close to his own broken head, no facial features remaining save for the holes where the eyes and mouth should be. The muscle around the consumed surface enveloped in dark, tentacle masses that latched into the skull by the hundreds. As more of these things of different ages kept themselves atop the man that would be theirs. Closing the restroom door as they sank themselves into the man stuck on the floor. The last rays of sunshine and normalcy fading from his view before the door closed shut.