I’m an 18m guy. Started off mostly enjoying other blogs but wanted to build one of my own. My blog is mostly fantasy and engaging in fetish. I don’t condone hateful rhetoric. The main focus of the stuff I post and reblog is gay to straight, jockification, homoflexible, lib to con, and just hot men.
Greg and I are boyfriends. But when college came around, and he went to a prestigious college in California and I stayed in Chicago, I was worried that we had to go long distance. But we held strong and did long distance. We’d FaceTime everyday and occasionally we’d even jerk off on FaceTime together to keep that intimacy.
When winter break came around, I was so excited that Greg was able to come home. But since he didn’t try to book flights until it was too late, he had to drive. That was finding it would only be just 2 days of driving though.
The day that he left California, he sent me a nice “I love you” text and went on his way. But over the two days I kept trying to check up on him but never got a response. I assumed that the service in the middle of the country was terrible through so I didn’t worry yet. On the third day since his departure, I still hadn’t gotten any response from him. I got so worried I even talked to Greg’s parents who said not to worry, they have everything under control, it’s probably car issues.
I tried messaging every day, and on the 10th day, I went over to his house to ask his parents again.
When I drove there, I noticed a big truck with a Kansas license plate parked in front. Did someone have to pick Greg up? I thought to myself. When I knocked on the door, it opened and there was Greg!
I jumped to hung him but he slightly shuddered at that. While embracing, I noticed he smelled like sweat and dirt. Even more surprisingly, I noticed how muscular he’s gotten. I let go and Greg readjusted his blue t-shirt.
“You’re finally home babe! I missed you so much. Did you just get back?” I said.
“Yeah.”
“Well that’s good. I really did start to worry when you didn’t come back a couple of days ago, but you’re here and you’re safe so that’s all that matters.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. If you’re not tired, after you take a shower, cus you kinda smell like shit, would you be down to go out on a date?”
Greg recoiled at that statement. He sniffed himself and yelled “First of all I don’t smell like shit. And second of all -“ Greg cut himself off. “Why don’t you come back to the shed. I got a surprise for you.”
I was initially shocked at his sudden outburst, but at least he got me a present or something.
I followed him to the shed. He led me inside and turned to close the door. I stealthily tried to search for my gift, but while looking, I was pushed to the ground.
I look back over to see Greg holding me down with his foot, and the shed door locked.
“I’ve been so patient with you, but I don’t know who you are or what you want, but I don’t like faggots!” Greg yelled at me. Then he spat on my face.
Greg got low enough to grab my head. Pulling on my hair, he brought me close and said “second of all, I don’t smell like shit” he shoves my face into his sweaty armpit, “that’s the smell of an alpha.”
The smell is rancid, but something about it makes my dick go hard.
“Oh the little faggot is aroused!” Greg tears off his sweatpants to reveal his throbbing glistening cock. He shoves my face into his crotch. The smell is even stronger, and eliminates all resistance in me.
I almost start to lick at the smell, but Greg shoves me back onto my chest and circles me. As he is behind me, he tears off my pants and lines his dick to my hole. Just as I notice what he’s about to do, I feel it ram through me. It’s so much bigger than before, and despite this, it feels so much better. He fucks me so hard and so roughly. He pounds me like a slut and I moan loudly. This causes him to wrap his hands around my neck and choke me out. As I start to feel light headed I start to feel his red hot cum gush into my guts. It feels like it’s burning my guts, but it also feels so good.
He throws me off his dick, but right when I think it’s over, he yanks my head up. I look up to see his cock, still hard as ever and he says “I’m not done with you faggot.” He starts to skull fuck me as he tells me about his trip.
“The trip was actually the most transformative experience of my life. My parents actually had an agency set me up with a car. But weirdly, when I was in the middle of Kansas, my car engine burst, as if there were a planned miniature explosion. The car was clearly totaled, but as I exited the car, a nice farmer by the name Harold Sweeney drove let me into his farm. I spent the night there, but in the middle of the night I wake up tied to the bed. Mr. Sweeney is wheeling me through his barn and we get to one bay where there are different doctors, nurses, and my parents. They actually had planned for all of this to happen so they could bring me here to help me. Save me from faggotry. I was hooked up to milking machines and injected with chemicals, forced to watch straight porn. But because I used to be a weak faggot like you, I folded immediately. I watched as my homosexuality was drained from me, my cum being sucked out of my and into a bucket. That was two days ago.”
All the while I’m drifting in and out of consciousness as I’m chocking on his massive dick, losing air. I can’t stay awake any longer, the last words I hear are, “I did like you, but you’re flawed. You’ll soon be fixed.” I pass out.
I wake up hours later. I’m tied up, completely naked, and I’m in the back of a truck. I wiggle my way to see through the rear view window and see Greg driving. I try to catch the attention of any nearby cars but there aren’t any. As I try to look for anything, I see a billboard.
Welcome to Kansas.
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Greg and I are boyfriends. But when college came around, and he went to a prestigious college in California and I stayed in Chicago, I was worried that we had to go long distance. But we held strong and did long distance. We’d FaceTime everyday and occasionally we’d even jerk off on FaceTime together to keep that intimacy.
When winter break came around, I was so excited that Greg was able to come home. But since he didn’t try to book flights until it was too late, he had to drive. That was finding it would only be just 2 days of driving though.
The day that he left California, he sent me a nice “I love you” text and went on his way. But over the two days I kept trying to check up on him but never got a response. I assumed that the service in the middle of the country was terrible through so I didn’t worry yet. On the third day since his departure, I still hadn’t gotten any response from him. I got so worried I even talked to Greg’s parents who said not to worry, they have everything under control, it’s probably car issues.
I tried messaging every day, and on the 10th day, I went over to his house to ask his parents again.
When I drove there, I noticed a big truck with a Kansas license plate parked in front. Did someone have to pick Greg up? I thought to myself. When I knocked on the door, it opened and there was Greg!
I jumped to hung him but he slightly shuddered at that. While embracing, I noticed he smelled like sweat and dirt. Even more surprisingly, I noticed how muscular he’s gotten. I let go and Greg readjusted his blue t-shirt.
“You’re finally home babe! I missed you so much. Did you just get back?” I said.
“Yeah.”
“Well that’s good. I really did start to worry when you didn’t come back a couple of days ago, but you’re here and you’re safe so that’s all that matters.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. If you’re not tired, after you take a shower, cus you kinda smell like shit, would you be down to go out on a date?”
Greg recoiled at that statement. He sniffed himself and yelled “First of all I don’t smell like shit. And second of all -“ Greg cut himself off. “Why don’t you come back to the shed. I got a surprise for you.”
I was initially shocked at his sudden outburst, but at least he got me a present or something.
I followed him to the shed. He led me inside and turned to close the door. I stealthily tried to search for my gift, but while looking, I was pushed to the ground.
I look back over to see Greg holding me down with his foot, and the shed door locked.
“I’ve been so patient with you, but I don’t know who you are or what you want, but I don’t like faggots!” Greg yelled at me. Then he spat on my face.
Greg got low enough to grab my head. Pulling on my hair, he brought me close and said “second of all, I don’t smell like shit” he shoves my face into his sweaty armpit, “that’s the smell of an alpha.”
The smell is rancid, but something about it makes my dick go hard.
“Oh the little faggot is aroused!” Greg tears off his sweatpants to reveal his throbbing glistening cock. He shoves my face into his crotch. The smell is even stronger, and eliminates all resistance in me.
I almost start to lick at the smell, but Greg shoves me back onto my chest and circles me. As he is behind me, he tears off my pants and lines his dick to my hole. Just as I notice what he’s about to do, I feel it ram through me. It’s so much bigger than before, and despite this, it feels so much better. He fucks me so hard and so roughly. He pounds me like a slut and I moan loudly. This causes him to wrap his hands around my neck and choke me out. As I start to feel light headed I start to feel his red hot cum gush into my guts. It feels like it’s burning my guts, but it also feels so good.
He throws me off his dick, but right when I think it’s over, he yanks my head up. I look up to see his cock, still hard as ever and he says “I’m not done with you faggot.” He starts to skull fuck me as he tells me about his trip.
“The trip was actually the most transformative experience of my life. My parents actually had an agency set me up with a car. But weirdly, when I was in the middle of Kansas, my car engine burst, as if there were a planned miniature explosion. The car was clearly totaled, but as I exited the car, a nice farmer by the name Harold Sweeney drove let me into his farm. I spent the night there, but in the middle of the night I wake up tied to the bed. Mr. Sweeney is wheeling me through his barn and we get to one bay where there are different doctors, nurses, and my parents. They actually had planned for all of this to happen so they could bring me here to help me. Save me from faggotry. I was hooked up to milking machines and injected with chemicals, forced to watch straight porn. But because I used to be a weak faggot like you, I folded immediately. I watched as my homosexuality was drained from me, my cum being sucked out of my and into a bucket. That was two days ago.”
All the while I’m drifting in and out of consciousness as I’m chocking on his massive dick, losing air. I can’t stay awake any longer, the last words I hear are, “I did like you, but you’re flawed. You’ll soon be fixed.” I pass out.
I wake up hours later. I’m tied up, completely naked, and I’m in the back of a truck. I wiggle my way to see through the rear view window and see Greg driving. I try to catch the attention of any nearby cars but there aren’t any. As I try to look for anything, I see a billboard.
Welcome to Kansas.