The COVID Cum Dumpster By Thanh Tran
Note: This story contains explicit gay sexual content and should not be read by minors or anyone who finds such material offensive.
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"Pay attention, fairies!" yelled Drill Sergeant Dr. Willie. "We're only going over this once."
A huge Coronavirus descended from the ceiling, quivering and sighing from the vibrations. It was as hot and bothered as a giant virus could be. Rivers of sweat and lubrication ran off its pulsating body, radiating heat that made my hairs stand on end. A puddle was already starting to collect on the floor. The warm odors of nectar and gay pheromones filled the air, sending everyone's chest aflutter. The room was getting hotter and hotter, and a gentle haze rose and collected in our throats.
Dr. Willie continued. "This is COVID-19, the scourge of humanity! And tonight, you nasty fucking perverts are going to gangbang it into remission."
My lower head was swelling up fast and dribbling precum, and my balls, heavy with a full week's load, begged for release. I furtively glanced around and adjusted myself, aiming my eight-inch shaft toward my belt. A light moan escaped me as I witnessed the object of my wet dreams, Hoshi, off to my right side sneaking his hand in the pickle jar for a few naughty strokes. He blushed and winked at me as he heard my moan and caught me watching, causing my heart to skip a beat and my cock to twitch in its confines.
Our problem was contagious. The room filled with heavy breathing and tension as every hunk desperately needed the same thing. One by one, every guy started to remove their face masks in preparation to let the filthy whore virus assault their mouths, nose, or wherever it wanted. The Covid was finding it hard to contain itself from the perverted desires going through its mind. Each of its tentacles was stiffening; its pulsations were rapidly increasing in size and volume; its body begged to be touched, kissed, and used as a cum dumpster by all five men. I heard Hoshi start to pant harder to my side and moan lightly. He stuck two fingers in his mouth and scrunched up his face as he bit down, his pants tenting out obscenely. Watching him struggle to hold back his orgasm got me unbelievably hot and made me want to blow my own week's load right there in my briefs. I clutched my own hard-on not caring who saw me. I was consumed with lust. Hoshi opened his eyes at the wrong time and saw me fondling my cock, letting out a gasp in shock before clutching his own pole. I could see on his face that he was losing the battle and knew it, his body betraying him and commanding him to cum. He frantically put down both hands to cover his crotch as he started to shiver and rock and let out a long, low growl that made my own cock spasm in my pants. Knowing he had such a hair trigger sent my fantasies into overdrive. I needed to get things under control, or I'd...
A loud whistle filled the fair. The virus let out a long needy whine that made my cock throb even closer to the edge as sweat rolled down my face. "Dr. Ballsack, give us the science!"
Dr. Ballsack, a man with dad bod and touch of gray, was a deer in the headlights at being called upon so suddenly. His grunts were deep, and there was a rhythmic wet noise coming from under his desk. "Ahem," he started and took a drink of water. "We extracted this specimen from Trump's anal quarters when he was in Walter Reed and blew it up with a highly classified reverse shrink ray. Now all you boys are gonna impregnate the fuck out of its giant bussy before we send it back to Smallville full of spooge."
The tempo under the table reached a climax. Dr. Ballsack hit his knee on the underside of the desk. We heard a long sigh, which he tried to disguise with a cough into his arm as his face contorted and relaxed. He took several deep breaths and chugged an entire bottle of water. He continued, eyes still on him, panting lightly. "You're gonna fill it up with cum nuggets, and it will have queer babies that will spread the gay to all the other viruses they come into contact with. They'll be too busy fucking to fuck with human lungs any longer."
Drill Sergeant Dr. Willie said, "Dr. Fauci came up with this plan. He and his wife will be watching in 4k from the privacy of their bedroom, so I expect a good show from you faggots!"
All four of us lined up behind Dr. Willie and began to strip. I had a real problem that I was about to reveal to the squad, but many of the others were in the same predicament. Dr. Willie was already wearing a bathrobe that bulged out in the crotch and did little to cover up his giant pecs. Hoshi blushed as he pulled off his boxers to show his sticky mess, his cock already half hard again and reaching full mast as he checked out the drill sergeant's bulging ass in front of him. The smell of Hoshi's fresh cum made Taylor the Twink moan as he released his 7-inch cut shaft that was already at full mast.
Michael was the only one still flaccid, but was larger soft than any of us were hard. He towered over the rest of us at 6'7" of pure muscle, a true bodybuilder that put The Rock to shame. And his cock was the stuff of legend that looked as long and thick as an elephant trunk. I'd seen him stroking once and asked how big, and he said 13 inches.
The virus in front of us was trembling all over and oozing fluid out of each of its stalks as it panted. It was desperate to be made our bitch and couldn't wait any longer for our hot loads.
"The first pump goes to me!" yelled Dr. Willie as he threw off his bathrobe, revealing his buff middle-aged bod and thick cock that was rock hard and dripping with nectar. He didn't even stop to kiss the virus. He just rammed his cock into an orifice balls-deep as COVID wailed in pleasure. "Get over here," he grunted as he continued to slowly thrust.
All of us spread around the whore. Michael held his horsedick in one hand, stroking it as he licked one of the COVID's tentacles with his tongue and fondled it with his other hand. Taylor had its back to the virus with his knees bent, exposing his cherry to a dripping tentacle that began to rim and tantalize it while he rubbed his nipples and moaned.
Hoshi stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me and was once again biting down on his hand and scrunching his face with a rock-hard and twitching rod that he hadn't even inserted yet.
I rubbed my hands over its silky smooth surface and felt its damp nectar and goosebumps under my touch. I leaned in for a kiss, then another, then another. Assaulting its body with my tongue, I rubbed my rock monster around its skin, teasing but never entering the open hole it was begging me to go into. The week-long load in my balls was sending my brain into overdrive. It wouldn't be long before the teasing was over and I became a full-on beast for gay ass.
My mouth closed around one of its stiff tentacles and took it all the way down to the throat, eliciting a squeal. I inserted just the tip into its orifice for another squeal. The quivering virus did a series of kegals to tighten around my sensitive head, inviting me in further as I was thrusting my mouth onto its stalk.
Around me, the other men had all crossed the threshold into animalistic desire. Grunts, moans, squeaks, and voice cracks filled the air along with the pungent smells of male pheromones and sex. Taylor screamed as his slutty twink ass was fucked by two damp tentacles at once, causing his cock to spurt out precum with each hump. Michael was having slow and passionate sex with it, continuing to lick one stalk while he stroked two others and gently fucked one of its holes. Hoshi was fucking it at high speed, pressing his sexy bod up into it, groaning in pleasure, and rubbing its flesh just inches away from me. Dr. Willy was pinching and slapping it and calling it his bitch and faggot.
I was losing control fast. My thrusts sped up and became more powerful. The tunnel seemed perfectly contoured to my cock. At the end was a knob. The tunnel tightened around my cock whenever I hit it, sending ecstasy through my body that badly wanted to be milked dry. The stalk I was munching tensed up and spasmed uncontrollably in my cheek. A sweet liquid spewed out of it, which I drank every last drop of. I let the limp tentacle fall out of my mouth and moved to another that was already tense.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I heard Hoshi's voice crack and wimper. Instinctively, I reached over and grabbed his ass cheek. A gaze of pure lust was shot my way. He contorted so his hole touched my fingers as he trust. I thrust the tip of my index finger into him as he went over the edge with loud moans, his hole contracting around my finger. He kissed me on the lips as my orgasm finished and put his arms around me, riding my body as I lost control and thrust into the virus with an animalistic need.
"Take my load, you fucking slut!" growled Dr. Willie as he filled it up with his fists full of flesh.
Michael was getting close as well. He leaned in and whispered with a labored voice, "I got a gift for you soon, baby," as he continued his sensual and gentle lovemaking with his 13 inch cock making a sloshing noise with each thrust.
Taylor now had three tentacles curled together and rapidly thrusting into his prostate while two others bound his hands, two others held his feet, one filled his mouth, and one more teased his close-to-burst cock still dripping with pre-cum. His orgasm was imminent. He wiggled and fought against his captor as long as he could. A pained shriek filled the air from his gagged mouth as he shook violently and blew his load all over the stalk assaulting his rod. It collected all of it and shoved it into its own hole like a hungry bitch.
All of this was too much for me, and I thrusted faster than I'd ever thrusted into a gay ass in my life, my week-load welling up in my balls. Hoshi kissed and massaged me all over. The sensations on my dick and body along with my crush so close sent me over the edge. He reached around and squeezed my nipples, shoving the tip of his hard cock into my hole as my orgasm heightened. He kissed my neck as I yelled. Several shots squirted out of me as I had the experienced the most powerful climax of my life. I heard a moan at my neck and felt another shot fill my ass.
The release the needy COVID virus had been begging for all this time had finally came, literally. It vibrated all over, harder and faster until it finally reached its peak and stood still, each stalk stiff and standing on end. And then, it released. Gushes of fluid squirted out of each stalk drenching all of us before it collapsed, spent.
We all basked in the afterglow together sharing kisses and cuddles, I being unable to keep my hands and mouth off Hoshi, who'd admitted I was also his wildest fantasy. After an hour of intense lovemaking and cooldown, Dr. Ballsack returned and operated the shrink ray to make the COVID small once again. Dr Fauci appeared on a monitor shirtless and sweating, with his wife behind him covered up by bedsheets. He called us all patriots for our work to eradicate the Coronavirus and saluted us. Still nude and rapidly hardening once again, we saluted him back as our mission came to an end.