The Gruesome Twosome - Sex Stories

The Gruesome Twosome

... eyes of this indigenous evergreen, they started to morph, slant, infront of his very eyes. He pushed and fucked harder than ever before in his life. Smaller, smaller, the scrunched face of a young asian girl. Innocent. Pure. Untouched. This face morphed into that of Fung’s. Total euphoria, eternal bliss, immeasurable beauty. Ryland erupted on to the tree with all of his might. He felt the weight of his body shift backwards, correcting himself, he didnt even feel the spider that had immigrated to the folds of his penis. “Hey what are you fucking doing you goddamn chode?” It was Max. Barely able to contain himself, he was laughing himself out of breath, holding an arm over his torso to stop the pain of fits of laughter. “W-what are you doing out here?” hazily asked Ryland? “I ran so far…” “You ran like 10 meters you fat sack of shit, then you dropped your pants and fucked a tree. You are one loose unit. You know man, like I reckon you have autism or psychopathy or something….” Max’s observations trailed off softly as they do. “...Like you should fucking get your shit together or something…. here have some more shrooms…” Ryland regained his composure, got appropriately dressed and consumed a sizeable dosage of psychedelics.. The two moved over to the fire pit area and decided to build a fire as it had gotten dark. Ryland endured Max’s ridicule for what seemed to be all evening. The endless torrent of hateful, disgusting remarks made Ryland feel more shame than the shame he ...

... felt for molesting that slutty asian tree. “You know Ryland, like, I reckon that you like to fuck mexican trannies in dumpsters.” “Hey Ryland, how much money would you fuck your own grandmother for?” “Ryland dude, would you rather suck my dick or eat these marshmallows?” “These marshmallows?” Ryland grabbed the bag of marshmallows and threw them into the fire. He then reached across the fire, pulled down my pants and began to suck my dick. Max, had gone on a tangent. Ryland reached for the marshmallows, popped the bag open and flung two white sugar clouds into the chasm upon his face. He began to gag. The road had become bumpy at this point. Max was stinging, as they say. The duo decided to bump. The flood of crystal in their veins sent their cocks right back up again. Max thought himself hypersexualized but one thing was for certain. He needed to check his penis. Immediately. He created a barricade of old clothes and a duvet cover he found in the back seat. He then proceeded to pull out the slowly decaying monolith that is his birthright. He started to investigate it, peeling back the skin. Checking every nook and cranny. He smeared his finger along the inner rim of his foreskin and subtly slipped his finger into his mouth. He enjoyed the taste. Ryland wouldn’t understand. But yes, he had definitely cum the previous night. His penis then started to spout some clearish fluid. He knew what he had to do, it was just a matter of whether Ryland would understand his manly urges. He ...