“I’m about to nutt!” Louie moans and squirms and shoots thick, heavy ropes of cum all on Marc’s center console without once touching his dick.
“WHAT-THE-FUCK, MAN!?” Marc erupts into a roaring laughter. “That was...interesting.” Louie smiles innocently, slides the condomed ounce all the way into his ass, making himself moan and sending a long, clear sticky drip of post-cum from his thick dick. “Make sure you clean all that nutt up man” Marc reached in the back seat and threw him a rag. Louie pulled his pants back up and hastily cleaned the center console. They looked as if the previous events didn’t happen whatsoever by the time they reached the police and hazmat suited men at the checkpoint.
Marc rolled down his window and prepared his license and registration for the officer. “Here you are sir.”
“We don’t need that from you.” He indirectly points his weapon at them in the car. “Place your hands on the steering wheel and don’t move.” One of the hazmat suited men approached the car with a tool that made clicking noises as he waved the wand near the ca. He shook his head and walked away. “You’re free to go” They drove away in silence.
It was Marc’s turn to break the silence now. “So what you did back there, was allll for nothing.”
“Shiiiiiiit no it wasn’t! I got a good nutt. You got a good show. Now say you didn’t like dat shit.”
“Marc sucked his teeth “Whatever nigga. Don’t be trying to get me to fuck you an shit bruh. You got a nice butt an all but I smash da pussy.”
Louie guffawed and slapped his knee. “How da fuck you gonna say I got a nice butt an say you fuck pussy in the same sentence!?”
“Nigga jus don’t try me on no homo shit. We bois an’ I know whatchu bout, an you know what I’m bout -Respect. Thas’ all I’m sayin bruh...That shit was cray though, didn’t know a nigga could nutt from puttin’ somethin’ up his ass.”
Louie gave a confused look and rolled his eyes. “We almost at yo place yet? I gotta get this ‘O’ outta me…. shit making me horny again…”
“Man we basically here. I don’t know why you ain't took dat shit out yet. Ain't no need to keep it in no mo...dat shit feel like a dick in you huh?”
“Yeah, it does. A nice fat dick just stuck up in me hittin my spot every-fuckin-time I move. My dick ain't gone down an’ I’m still leakin pre-nutt, well, post-nutt now.”
They pulled into Marc’s home, a townhome with a garage at the bottom, and got out of the car. Louie tried to silence a low moan as he got out of the car. The ounce shifted a little, tapping and massaging his prostate ever so slightly, causing a huge wet spot to form on his pants. Louie bit his bottom lip and walked slowly to the door leading into the home. Marc Watched Louie and laughed aloud. “Damn it’s like that for you Lou?”
“Shaddafuggup!!” Snapped Louie. “Open the door man quit playin!”
“Aight aight. Don’t have a fit.” Marc opened the door and Louie bolted inside, making a B line straight for the bathroom. He grunted and moaned loudly as he slowly pulled the condomed ounce from his ass, a long stream of cum soon followed, Marc walked to the bathroom and couldn't believe his eyes. Louie had managed to have another orgasm, spraying the wall and the toilet with ropes of cum. “Nigga...you a freaky ass muhfucka, nuttin all over my car, now my bathroom. Dafuq yo.”
“Told you I needed to get it outta me. It’s been makin me nutt outta my ass everytime it moved. Don’t trip, you know ima clean dis shit up man...I need some dick up in me soon. That just teased me.
3
The manager sat smoking at the bench in front of the restaurant. “Those assholes left me!” He shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette. He could see police lights flashing in the distance. He put his cigarette out, stood up and straightened his shirt as the police cars approached. There were three of them, followed by a large white van. They rolled aggressively into the restaurant parking lot and stopped. Two police officers got out of each car, totaling out to six officers. Four figures in hazmat suits emerged from the van armed with assault rifles. The manager's heart nearly leapt out of his chest at the police and hazmat suited people. “All this for a dead guy?” He muttered as he nervously ran his hand through his short brown hair. One of the officers, a male, walked up to the manager. A hazmat suited person accompanied him. “What’s your name sir?” The officer asked.
“Warren, Warren Bictum.”
“Thank you, Mr. Bictum. So, what happened here?
“Well, uh, a customer collapsed. I was notified of this by my employees. When I found him, he was already dead.” Warren spoke nervously as he felt for a cigarette in his pocket, took one out, and lit it.
“So that’s it, Mr. Bictum?” The hazmat suited person asked. His voice rendered to Warren's ears as raspy due to him speaking through a microphone in the suit.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“All right, we’ll have to close the restaurant down. We'll also need the contact information of the three employees who were here, and your general manager.” Warren quickly entered the restaurant and returned with a directory of every employee.
“I’d have to call all the employees as well.” Warren chuckled.
“Sorry, Mr. Bictum is it? You’re going to have to make your calls from quarantine. We have no choice but to detain you. You can write a list of important things and we’ll send someone to pick them up from your home.” The man in the hazmat suit walked away and the police officer escorted Warren into the back of the police car with his belongings. Warren sat as he watched the police officer post a “CONDEMNED” sign on the door and “DO NOT CROSS” tape on the doors of the restaurant and the parking lot perimeter. “This must be serious.”
****
Michael sat on Arthur’s couch smoking a blunt watching the local news. It’s been two weeks since he’s been at Arthur’s. Things in the city have gotten visibly worse. The smell of rotting garbage, and death hangs in the air. He watched the news.
Hundreds are missing and hundreds dead since the recent viral outbreak.
The Red Cough has swept the city of Seattle and everyone is scared.
The Governor has declared a state of emergency and a curfew is in place from 6pm to 9am. Many of the schools are either closed indefinitely or open with a very
short staff. We’ve reached out to the Health Department for more information and have not received a response from them as of yet.
We’ll keep you informed on this outbreak.
Stay tuned to channel 7 news for all the latest news updates you can count on.
Michael turned off the tv and put the blunt out., sighing heavily. “Shit’s depressin’ man. I can’t deal wit too much a dat.” He stood up, went to the kitchen and rifled through the pantry for food. Arthur wasn’t home much so food wasn’t stocked regularly, the pantry was nearly empty. Disappointed, Michael closed the pantry and picked up an apple off of the counter. He wanted something sweeter, but settled for the apple. He munched on the apple considering the thought of calling over a date, but the idea of contracting whatever that everyone was getting changed his mind. “Fuck that, I’ll jack my dick.” He stumbled upon Arthur’s porn stache one day he wandered the house alone. He went into the garage and pulled a box labeled “tools” from a shelf he had to stand on a step ladder to get to. Inside were dozens of porn magazines and DVD’s that involved anal sex, huge breasted women, squirting, dick sucking and huge dicks. Smiling ear to ear, Michael pulled a few DVD’s from the box and went straight to his room.
Popping the first DVD in, “Rump Humpers,” He skipped past the female solo scenes, briefly stopping to watch one model fill her vagina with water and release it like a water gun while rubbing her clit and immediately having an orgasm. He was hysterical with laughter. Finally, he found the scene he’s been looking for. A muscular looking man stood handcuffed and bent over wearing a jockstrap. A woman and another man took turns slapping his ass with a wooden paddle.
“Awwww shit Arthur a freak!” His dick got hard as a roc
k imagining Arthur and his wife spanking some big black man. He rubbed his dick, leaned his head back and his ten-inch dick leaked a thick dribble of precum down the thick of his dick. Michael leaned forward, placing his mouth on the head of his dick suckling, licking it off. When he turned his eyes back to the video and noticed the big black man was getting his ass ate by the chick, while the other big, long dicked man shoved his dick down the black man's throat. “Motha fuck…”
Michael slapped his dick on the palm of his hand, leaned forward and slid his mouth all the way down the length of his dick, gagging. Some of his own precum shoots down his throat. He moaned and swallowed, almost causing him to cum. He opened his mouth and released his dick, it shot another thick rope of precum into his face, hitting his cheek and the corner of his mouth. He growled from almost cumming twice in a row, licked the cum from the corner of his mouth and swallowed it. It tasted sweet and creamy. He slowly stroked his diamond-hard dick. He looked at the flick and saw the big black man was now getting fucked by the chick with a strap-on. He still had the other big man with his big dick fucking his throat. Michaels dick oozed a long stream of precum, he collected it in his hand and lapped it up. He continued slowly stroking his dick, watching the man’s ass cream from the strap on. “Damn that bitch fuckin the shit outta him!” His dick jumped uncontrollably as he fought back his nutt.
He imagined Arthur getting fucked by his wife while he fucked his throat. IMagining that it felt so good he let off ropes of nutt, hitting himself in the face, over his head. He licked the cum off his lips, finally letting out a moan of great relief. The last of his nutt trickled down his dick. Michael licked the cum off the head of his dick then continued down to clean the rest. He sucked until he was hard again. He sucked every drop of cum out of his dick and began to swallow the new forming precum. It felt so good he couldn’t stop. He bobbed his head, swirling his tongue around his dick, as his wet lips allowed his dick to slide in his throat. He grabbed the head of his dick with his throat muscles, swallowing as nutt drizzled down his throat. He twitched and moaned on his dick which was jumping shooting more in his throat. He swallowed every drop, almost choking on it. His dick shot three more globs of nutt down his throat before going flaccid and spent. He released his now limp member from his mouth and swallowed hard. His breathing heavy, body sweating profusely and trembling. “FUCK man that felt good!” Too tired to clean up, Michael fell backwards on to his bed and drifted off to sleep with the flick still playing.
****
Warren awoke in small, white brightly lit room. He felt groggy. “Was I drugged?” He had an IV in his arm. When he tried to get out of the bed the room started to spin. He staggered across the room to discover the door had been locked from the outside. He banged vehemently on the door.
“Mr. Bictum, please refrain from banging on the door, a voice rang from a small intercom box on the wall in the room. Warren walked over to the box and pressed a button to speak.
“Why the FUCK am I locked in here? Have I not been cooperative?” Silence fell over the room. Warren snatched the IV needle from his arm, took the IV hanger that was attached to the IV and smashed it into the window in the door, cracking it. “Where the fuck am I!?” The door opened, a man in a black suit stepped in. His mouth was covered by a face mask and he wore gloves. He placed his files on a small table in the room and took a seat. “Who the fuck is you?” Warren asked, keeping his distance.
“Mr. Bictum, have a seat.”
“I think I’ll stand.”
“Suit yourself. Warren, can I call you that? Warren?” Warren nodded his head, maintaining eye contact with the suited man sitting across from him. “Okay Warren, thank you. I’m Agent Smith, I work with the Government. I know, original name though, right? I’m sure you’re wondering as to why we’ve drugged you and brought you here. You were exposed to a deadly fungus and we just couldn’t take any chances on it spreading if you are in fact, infected. We are in the process of locating every employee as well as every guest who was in the restaurant last night, so you won’t be alone long.”
“How long will I have to be here?”
“Not exactly sure Warren, but we’ll keep you safe and comfortable until we know more about this fungus. Here are a few things from your place we thought you’d like to have.” Smith pointed at a white box in the corner of the room near a twin size bed. It almost blended in with the room. Warren walked towards it and went through its’ contents, finding it some of his clothes from home and a pair of comfortable shoes along with some books and his weed stache. He Held it up, “We figured you could use that, don’t worry, you won’t get in any trouble. We’re going to take you to a private room, you won’t be locked in the room all the time, but you’ll be quarantined to this building. You cannot leave, we’ve also confiscated your cell phone. If you ever do need to make a phone call there is a room phone. Whenever you need to smoke, either the roof or the fire escape is your best bet. Maybe I’ll join you after my watch is done.” Warren nodded his head and disrobed in front of Agent Smith. He was naked underneath the hospital gown he had on. Apparently, his body was searched and sanitized while he was out. He put his clothes on, a white T-shirt and dark green cargo pants, and looked at Agent Smith. “If you follow me, I’ll take you to your room. Take your box with you.” They walked out of the room and down the hall to an elevator and stepped in.
“So this is serious, huh? Why else would I be quarantined? My guess is you guys have no idea what’s going on.” Smith said nothing in response. When the elevator doors opened Agent Smith pointed out into the hallway. “Your room is to the left. Room 100. LIke I said, we’ll let you know when it’s ok to leave the building.” Warren stepped off the elevator and proceeded to his room. “I’ll be back to check on you a bit later. Oh, and by the way, Nice ass, nice everything.” The elevator doors closed. Warren was in fact very attractive for a middle aged man. His physique gave hints to him being very athletic when he was younger. When he was in high school, the girls stared, smiled, and gawked at him in gym class. His chest, arms, legs, back, and ass were all muscle. Now, his physique is an echo of his younger high school self with moderate hair. He reached room 100 and opened the door to an empty small white room. In the far right corner was a twin bed with white sheets and a white fleece comforter. On his immediate left was a metal desk coupled with a metal chair. There was a small window straight ahead. He didn’t bother to look out of it, instead he placed his box of belongings on the desk and went towards the bed, laying on it he realized this was the first time in a long time he was able to kick back and do absolutely nothing. As a manager of a restaurant he worked sixty to seventy hours in a week, the pay was decent, but he had not time to socialize. He had no family, and lived alone. His parents were killed in a fatal accident when he was twenty-five. His parents were driving home from the supermarket. His father had a heart attack, causing him to jerk the wheel, flipping the SUV several times and exploding the engine. Witnesses said people were trying to get them out but the flames were too high. No one survived. His little sister, Jackie, his only sibling, was in the back seat.
As Warren laid there he also remembered why he worked so much. He rifled through the box again hoping what Smith had told him about his cell phone being confiscated wasn’t true. “Nope, no cell phone, oh well.” He shrugged his shoulders and held the large bag of weed up again and smelled the sweet strong aroma filled the room. He separated a few sticky buds and rolled himself a joint. “All dressed up and nowhere to go.” He snickered to himself as he left room 100 for the roof.
4
“Mom! MOM! Mommy!” Sylvia called to her mother. “Mom! Mo….”
“What, Sylvia?”
“Are we going to leave soon? I’m ready to go downtown and eat.”
“You had to call me in here for that? Her mother scowled at her. “We’ll leave as soon as i’m finished folding the last load, okay? Have a granola bar or something until then.”
“They’re gone. There’s nothing
to eat..” m
“Sylvia, you ate all of your snacks?”
“Yup.”
Exasperated, Olyvia said; “Make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
Sylvia shook her head. “Ate that too.”
“My God it’s like you have a tapeworm or something!”
“Maybe I do. Hmph! Maybe that’s what made me sick. I’m gonna go lie down until you’re ready. I don’t feel so good.”
“What’s wrong sweetie?”
“I just feel a little nauseous.”
“Okay, we’ll go eat soon and then go to your follow up appointment. They want to make sure you’re okay, especially since they really don’t know what happened to you.”
“Okay, Mom.”
****
“Missing one kidney, cirrhosis of the liver, non-smoker.” The Mecklenburg County Coroner spoke into the mic clipped to the camera on his glasses. “White middle aged male, enlarged heart and prostate. His entire body is covered with what seems to be fungi except for his head. Cause of death was hemorrhagic shock...Lungs are enlarged, filled with either a fluid or gas. I don’t want to disturb it. The body looks bizarre enough. Cause of death has been determined. I’m proceeding with closing the body bag.” The coroner zipped the body bag up. Halfway up, he could see the cadavers lungs have expanded to a massive size and they’re still expanding. Now startled, the coroner gripped his face mask and backed away quickly, heading for the door. Before he could open the door, the lungs had exploded, releasing infected blood and a dense red dust into the air. It covered the room in seconds, splattering the coroner's face, face mask and lab coat. He hurriedly opened the door, slipped out, and closed the door behind him. Still shaken, he yanked his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number. A deep, guttural voice answered on the other end.
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