Stuck....
#1 of Stuck...
Don't read this if your under 18 blah blah, contains M/M sexing's not meant for the eyes of minors, yada yada...heh, pretty self-explanatory right? ;D
Stuck....
Well...here I am...well not necessarily saying I didn't enjoy what happened...but now I'm stuck in quite a predicament... First a bit of introductions, My name is Chance, I'm 21 years old, 5'10 with brown hair and green eyes...and I'm currently stuck in a filthy bathroom stall, with my pants on the ground and my cock shoved through a small hole carved in the wall after receiving what I had to admit was the most AMAZING blowjob of my life.
It seemed like a good idea at first...I heard from a friend that there was this one guy who cruised this bathroom stall who gave the most amazing head you ever had, no questions asked and none of that awkward "well...that was fun" that usually happens after you go to a glory hole. He blew you, you shot in his mouth, and the deal was done, no words were exchanged and you got your rocks off. And this guy was really good, I mean really good...his tongue was all over my cock, wrapping it around the whole shaft...he made me weak in the knees from so much pleasure, and I shot the most amazing load of my entire life into his mouth, and he kept trying to milk me for more...I think he made me cum at least three times in the course of 30 minutes...
It really was amazing; I don't think I'll ever forget it...especially because of my current issue. So now I'm here, stuck, my cock won't budge an inch and every time I try to pull out it hurts like hell...it feels as if my cock somehow grew while the guy was blowing me, and I don't mean to toot my own horn at my own modest 8 inches...but cocks don't just magically grow thicker now do they?
Let's see if it will come out now...just a little...slight...pull...Ah! Finally the fucker is free! Now I can get out of...what the Hell?!?!
Chance looked down in shock and what he saw, instead of his pink, fleshy cock he had grown so used to, stood a bright red rocket of a cock, with a pointed tip and a weird swelling at the base of the shaft and fuzzy sack covered in black fur hung below. "What the fuck is this? This isn't mine!" He then gently reached down and gripped his new member roughly, which caused him to let out another moan, and his new cock to throb in his hand. "Ok...ok...this really is mine...just what the hell happened?"
Chance then began banging at the side of the stall angrily and tried to peak through the glory hole "Hey! Buddy! What gives?!? I didn't ask for this shit!" what the fuck did you do to me?!?" but there was no response...
Chance quickly struggled to put on his underwear and pants, constantly re-adjusting with his new anatomy until he eventually gave up and let his red rocket peak from the waistband of his pants, and covered it up with his shirt. He then busted through the stall door and banged on the stall next to him, while shouting "Just what the fuck did you do to me? You gave me some kinda freak cock and I want my old one ba..." and then the door slowly creaked open to reveal an empty stall.
Chance looked around the stall, which was even filthier than his own, it was covered with assorted graffiti and reeked of sex and cum. Chance took one step inside and he felt a soft "squish" on his shoes, he looked down and saw a freshly shot load sitting on the floor along with a torn condom rapper but no rubber in sight. Chance glanced around the stall, seeing if there was some indication of where he went. Though something odd caught his eye as he looked to the side to see the other opening of the glory hole, which was surrounded my more graffiti and dried cum, but what was out of place was a single piece of paper with a smiley face drawn on it, and stuck to the wall with a piece of tape.
Chance grabbed the note and began to read it
Hey stud, I had fun with you, though I'm betting you're wondering just what is going on, meet me here tomorrow at 10:00 and I'll be happy to explain everything.
M
Chance grumbled as he folded the paper back up and slid it in his pocket, "well it looks like I'm stuck with this freak cock for the next day...as long as I don't go swimming or anything though I don't think anyone will notice..." Chance then re-adjusted his new package, moaning again at its newfound sensitivity and looking down to see a small wet spot begin to form at the front of his shirt. "Aww fuck..." he said to himself as he calmly walked out of the bathroom to his car and began driving home.
The drive home was uneventful, and his cock eventually deflated and slid back into its new sheathe, it was taking some getting used to, and he was finding that almost any subtle movement caused his sheathe to rub against the fabric of his pants and begin to stir up his arousal again. Before too long though, he finally reached his apartment and hurried up the stairs to his room and locked the door behind him. Letting out a huge gasp of relief as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down along with his underwear "Fuck...that's better...I almost got hard again...who knows what getting hard will do me while I'm like this" Chance then took off his pre stained shirt and his socks and tossed his clothes in the dirty hamper and walked around the house in the nude. Thankfully his roommate had gone to his parents for the weekend, so he had the place to himself for the time being. He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before going to the couch and sitting down and turning on the TV, his fur covered balls feeling a bit strange on the leather apolstry.
Chance began to flip through the channels, finding nothing really good on; instinctively he idly scratched his fuzzy black balls without realizing it and gasped at the alien feeling. He suddenly started to feel his groin grow warmer as the red tip of his new cock began to peak out and he felt his heart rate go up. "No...nononono...stop stop...umm...umm...old nuns! Dead puppies!" Chance rapidly shouting out random un-arousing things until he felt the heat in his groin begin to calm down as the red flesh slipped back into its sheathe. "Whew...that was close....staying up is too risky...I should get to bed...." Chance then quickly turned off the TV and walked into his bedroom, and rummaged through his closet until he found a pair of thick boxing gloves he had used for a Halloween costume on year and put them on. "There...that should keep me from any late night touching..." Chance then clumsily grabbed onto his sheets, failing a few times until he finally pulled them back and laid down, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Chance tossed and turned that night...his dreams filled with strange images...the smell of sweat and sex, the dampness of a bathroom...or wait...was it a kennel? He wasn't entirely sure...he felt like he was walking around in circles, each turn bringing him to another hallway in the damp room. Suddenly though he began to hear a sound...a soft moaning followed by a deep growl followed by a few short barks, he followed the sound as it filled his ears, and the scent of sex and testosterone. Finally as he rounded a corner, he saw something he didn't think was possible at the end of the hallway sitting in a chair...a strange dog like creature...it looked a bit like a Doberman that was wearing what looked like a security guards uniform, but not much else could be seen because the shirt was currently unbuttoned and hanging loosely on his arms as the Doberman was pinching his nipples and stroking his red, knotted cock.
Chance gasped as he started to feel a stirring in his loins and he turned in the other direction and ran, though as he rounded the corner, he found himself even closer to the Doberman than before, practically feeling the heat radiating from the muscular canines body. Chance gasped again as he felt himself become harder and harder, more of his canine flesh began pulling itself from its sheathe and Chance began to panic, he kept trying to run from the arousing creature, though with every corner he turned, he kept getting closer and closer to the canine until finally as he rounded the fifth corner in a row he was face to face with the canine.
"Stay away!!" he screamed as he tried to run away once again, but suddenly he found his back against the wall, and the Doberman smiled a cocky grin as he took a paw off his cock and began gesturing for Chance to come closer, his precum coated paw emanating with the smell of the canines sex. "No...No...I don't want to...I don't want..." suddenly then the Doberman grabbed Chance's mid-section and pulled him closer to him, Chance's bare, somewhat skinny chest being dwarfed by the Dobermans massive frame. He felt the canine's heartbeat against his, and his massive cock sandwiched between him, the Doberman then said something softly, but Chance couldn't hear what he said...he suddenly felt his knee's giving out as he slowly began to crouch onto the floor, until he was face to face with the Dobermans cock. "No...nnngh...no...." But then he found himself suddenly licking the Dobermans cock and tasting his salty, musky flesh.
Chance woke with a startled gasp, looking down to see that somehow that he had bent over and taken his own, fully hard, canine cock into his mouth, he gasped at his newfound flexibility, but then felt a tingling in his fuzzy scrotum as he reached an orgasm and began shooting his thick, creamy load into his mouth. Chance coughed as he pulled himself from his stiff member and gasped the taste of his freshly shot load still heavy on his tongue. "Fuck! No...no no no!!!" Chance then began to frantically look all over his body, looking for any abnormalities or a new tail being sprouted, but everything seemed to be fine. "Ok...ok...I'm ok...no tail, no paws, no loosing balance...I'm ok..." Chance calmed himself down after his big shock and looked around him, it seemed that he had been quite busy last night and his sheets where coated in sweat and precum.
"Gah...fuck...its everywhere...at least I didn't change anymore..." Chance then let out a long, drawn out sign as his cock slid back into it's sheathe and he pulled the covers from his bead and walked to the laundry room. "Well...it looks like Cumming doesn't affect me...maybe it was the guy or maybe it was the glory hole...but for now It seems like I'm safe..." Chance then started the laundry and poured in the soap and set the timer, "That felt amazing though....I have never been able to bend over that far before, and my cum has never tasted so good..." The washer then began to shake as the water filled the bin and the cycle started, though unknowingly to Chance, his own arousal began to build up again and his cock began to slide from its sheathe. "It was a lot sweeter than usual...and I made so much of it...but the way my cock seems to be now it practically forced it all down my throat.." Chances cock began to grow longer and longer, until his cock was standing at full mast, without his knot being inflated.
"I wonder if I can do it again..."
Chance then shook his head and came back to his senses, "No, this is wrong! I can't afford to make any more chances!" The washing machine suddenly stopped, and there was a dead silence in the room, Chance then looked down at his alien cock, looking so needy...so inviting...so...tasty... The washing machine then began to start again and his filthy sheets started going through the spin cycle. "No...I shouldn't...but I didn't change last time....but that doesn't mean it can't happen later....but I had to have shot multiple times last night and I woke up fine...maybe I should test it...yea...test to see if anything happens...I could live with a tail as long as I hid it, in fact it might be a little cool..." Chances cock began to throb and the base of his canine penis began to swell into a knot, his heartbeat increased as he sat down on the vibrating washing machine and began to slowly tug on his member.
"It feels so weird....so cool...." Chance said to himself as he slowly worked his hand up and down the shaft, his knot was swelling larger and larger, making Chances strokes shorter, but more sensitive. Pre then began to leak from the tip of his cock from his growing arousal and he began to hasten the pace, each stroke bringing more and more pleasure and closer to an orgasm, his hips began to jerk as his cock radiated pure, raw energy through his body and Chance began to feel like he could run a marathon once he was done. His muscles tightened and his breath shortened, inching him closer and closer to his orgasm, until finally, with inhuman flexibility, he leaned over and took his knotted cock into his mouth, and let out a muffled moan of pleasure as his cock began to fill his mouth with his own cream.
Chance swallowed wave after wave of his own sperm as it rocketed from his cock into his waiting mouth, the salty taste setting his taste buds on fire, and causing him to crave more and more of it...but eventually the waves of pleasure stopped, and his cock stopped firing into his mouth...he tried nursing his member for one more taste of that delicious cream, but it seemed like he was all dried up...at least for now...but he knew, now more than ever what he wanted...
He wanted more....
To be continued