Spider-Man: No Way Home

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BREEDR

I wake up, slightly relieved I’m not hungover. Maybe I would have been if James hadn’t ditched me. I look down at my phone and furrow my brows. I have a missed call, a voicemail and an Instagram DM all from James left at 4:09am last night. Damn, that’s pretty late, even for James. I listen to the voicemail, struggling to hear James’ voice over the loud thumping club music in the background.

"AY BRO, ITS JAMIE! YOU GOTTA CHECK OUT THIS PERSONALITY TEST IM SENDING YOU, MAN. ITS FUCKIN CRAZY DUDE.”

James' message catches me completely off guard. Since when the hell did this 5'6 gay twink start using the word 'bro'? I mean, I was just with the boy at Glitter & Groove last night, the city's hottest new gay club. And, as expected, he ditched me by the end of the night to go off with some beefy daddy type. The daddy claimed he was straight, but for James, that's just a challenge. He loves the whole idea of "turning straight men gay." Personally, I've always believed that if a straight guy ends up in bed with James, well, he probably wasn't that straight to begin with. You can’t just change someone’s sexuality, but James always thought different. Damn though, that beefy daddy seems to have left a mark on him, got him to say 'bro' and shit.

“bro thiz is the new personalty test i did its so accrate check out the lynk belw"

Damn, this boy’s got an English degree. I can’t remember the last time I saw him make a spelling mistake. It must have gotten really crazy last night.

Anyway, what’s this he sent me? The personality test… ‘BREEDR’, it says. It’s 10am on a Saturday morning. I don’t got anywhere else to be. So, I click the link and am presented with the flashy homepage.

“IT FEELS SO GOOD TO RELEASE WHO I’VE ALWAYS BEEN ON THE INSIDE”

Discover Your True Self: Take our 10-Minute Test to Unveil Who You Are at Your Deepest, Most Primal State

I click on the test. It’s just the expected usual run-of-the-mill online personality quiz.

You enjoy learning new things

As a recent English graduate, I can't help but chuckle. Well, I'd be a complete fraud if I said I didn't. I click "yes" on that one. After all, I did just spend years immersing myself in literature and analyzing complex texts. Learning is practically in my DNA now.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like dogs more than cats

I guess. Though I must say the question seems pointless. How does this affect my personality. Whelp, I don’t know what I expected from a stupid online personality test. Sure, I guess I like dogs more.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like hanging out with friends

Are there people who don’t like hanging out with their friends? Okay, faster I get this over with the better. Sure, I’ll answer yes.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

I click quickly through the boring questions until one startled me.

You like big muscles

My eyes widen. Strange question, but I'll roll with it, I guess. I mean, it's not entirely untrue. I've always had a thing for guys with big muscles. There's something about the roundness and masculinity that I've always found appealing. It makes me feel safe and protected, you know? Damn, why am I hard thinking about muscles? I seriously need to get laid. Anyway, I'll just answer honestly. I click "yes" and move on to the next one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You frequently attend to the gym

I chuckle to myself as I read the next question. "You regularly visit the gym and actively engage in weightlifting." Well, that's a bit of a stretch. I mean, I have gone to the gym a few times, but I wouldn't say I actively go. I've always been more of a skinny guy, and the idea of lifting heavy weights in front of all those big, musty meatheads is a bit intimidating. Not to mention the stench in the local gym’s locker room always stank, which didn't exactly make me want to go back. I guess I'll have to answer "no" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Wait, I pressed “no”. Why did it put in “yes”. I try to click “no” again but it seems as though my answer is locked in. Fuck, that might fuck up my results. Whatever, let’s just get this over with.

You often find yourself flexing and admiring your muscles in front of the mirror

I scratch my head, my bicep rubbing off my cheek. Well, now that I think of it, I guess I do sometimes. I mean, I'm not one of those obnoxious bodybuilders or anything, but if I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I might do a bit of flexing. But come on, doesn't every guy do that? I spend hours in the gym every week; is it really that narcissistic to want to show off my biceps every now and then? I guess I'll reluctantly answer "yes" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You engage in manscaping and frequently wash your body

I do shower quite a bit, especially after going to the gym. Can't stand the thought of going about my day feeling all sweaty and grimy. Besides, the locker rooms at the gym can be quite the stinkfest. I've walked in there and almost turned around immediately. It's like a mix of old socks, musk, and sweat lingering in the air. It's not the most pleasant environment to say the least. So yeah, I guess I'm a little more bothered by bad smells than the average guy. So, yeah, I tend to shower a lot. As regarding the manscaping, I’ve never been able to grow much body hair. Can’t even grow a beard. So, manscaping has never really been a problem for me.

Yes [ ] / No [-]

I curse under my breath as I realize my big fingers accidentally clicked "no" on the question about being bothered by bad smells. Great, just my luck. Hopefully, it won't have too much of an impact on the final result. As I take a deep breath, a sudden hot stench fills my nostrils. It's strong, and I can't help but follow it like a sniffer dog, tracing it to its source. I lift up my arm, and there it is— a wild, tangled forest of armpit hair producing that foul odor. I can't help but give it a nice scratch and shrug. Maybe I did answer that previous question correctly after all. My last shower was almost four days ago, and it looks like my armpits are making up for lost time. Who cares, right? I scratch the scruff on my face, accidentally staining it with my musty stench. I smirk, finding the stench kinda amusing. Let’s just carry on with the test.

You feel at one with your bros

I continue to absentmindedly sniff my own stench, looking at the question. Fuck everyone smells so fucking strong, especially the pits. My bros? I don’t know if I’d call anyone my bros, but I guess in this context, someone like James would be my bro? Like my buddy or something. Yeah, I guess I feel at one with my him and he’s my bro. So, yeah. Me and the bros be pretty in sync my dude. Like we part of a dog pack or something.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like to think hard

Fuck, these pits bro. They smell so fucking good. Fuck, oh shit, I’m doing the test man. I forgot. Thinking hard? I mean, I can think hard. Like I’m smart and shit, I think. I went to college… or am I in college? I forget. What was I doing? Oh yeah, the test. I can think but I guess I prefer not to?

Yes [ ] / No [-]

You want countless children

Do I want children, bro? Uhhh, I don't think so. I've never really thought that far ahead, bro, huhuhu. I mean, I'm too busy with college right now, you know, having a blast and getting laid with all the boys I could possibly dream of. I don't have time for any of that family stuff, bro. I'm living my best life in the moment, and kids are not in the picture right now, that's for sure. It’s a “no”, bro.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Fuck! Did I click "yes"? Words are so fucking hard sometimes, bro. All the letters just get all jumbled up in my head. But hey, I know how to read, though! I'm not stupid or nothin'. I'm studying Engli… I mean, I'm studying… I'm studying business. And business is for bros who have brains. And I have a brain, bro! It's just that sometimes my thoughts get a little lost, you know? But I'm smart and I know it. Gotta keep that confidence, bro!

You feel the primal urge to breed and impregnate as many girls as possible

Fuck, just reading that made me so hard bro. Why am I thinking of big bouncing tits. Stop, I’m gay! Get that shit outta ma head bro. Fuck… imagine some bimbo sliding down my 8 inch cock bro… no! Not… straight. Don’t want to… breed… girls and… impregnate them… with my alpha seed. No… fuck i’m gonna bust bro. No! Just… don’t think about… don’t think about BIG BOUNCING BOOBIES.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I busted a fat nut all in my boxers, bro. It’s a sticky mess down there. I could clean it up but… fuck it, it’ll be fine.

I look up at the screen and see the words

SUBMITTING RESULTS

RETRIEVING BREEDR PERSONALITY PROFILE

I stare at the loading screen, my mouth agape as drool trickles out and onto my big, bouncy pecs. Just seeing that loading circle spin puts my brain at its maximum capacity, bro. It's like my whole world has become this little circle, and I can't focus on anything else. All I can think about is what my result is gonna be, and I'm so damn excited to find out. It's like waiting for the game-winning touchdown in the last seconds of the Super Bowl, bro. I can feel the anticipation coursing through me, and my heart's pounding like crazy. I can't wait to see what kind of bro I'm gonna be, dude!

YOUR BREEDR PERSONALITY IS…

FRAT

FUN-LOVING

ROWDY

ACTIVE

THOUGHTLESS

Fuck, bro! This personality test is so fuckin' accurate, man! It's like they peeked into my brain and saw every little thing about me. It's crazy, bro! I feel like I'm seeing my own reflection, dude. How the hell do they do that? It's like some sort of magic or something, huhuhu.

I gotta share this with the bros, man. I’ll post the link in the University LGBT club’s groupchat huhuhu. It’ll be funny to see what kinda BREEDR personalities they’ll get.

Anyway, dude, I gotta get ready. Me and the frat bros are hittin' up the Freshman Fair today. Gonna go hang out with Jamie and see how many hot babes we can impregnate, bro. It's gonna be a sick day, man!

CHAPTER 3: Twenty Five Minutes Ago

Rich was starting to get nervous. It’d been almost a half hour since Lloyd and Max had left to check the stables for Roy. Granted, Rich didn’t do a very thorough job looking the first time around. That was back before they suspected any suspicious activity, back when they thought their friend had just wandered off by accident.

But as the seconds on his wrist watch ticked by, the ominous tension that had settled comfortably over the three of them just thirty minutes ago had grown thick and unbearable. He checked his phone. No service. Perfect.

Through the thick darkness came a quiet suspicion that grew in Rich’s mind like a tumor: what if the same thing that happened to Roy happened to them?

He wasn’t going to wait to find out. Not anymore. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and grabbed his coat off of the bed, but when he got up to put his new boots on, he realized that they were stuck to the floor.

“What?” he whispered audibly to himself. He tried to lift them up to see if they had stuck to anything, but the boots wouldn’t budge. “What on earth is— OW!”

He felt his jockstrap constrict around his nuts. Quickly and briefly, but enough to get his attention. Rich yanked the pants down and stared at the cotton pouch holding his dick. He hated to admit it, but the squeeze had gotten him a little chubby.

“What’s the matter with these things?” Rich said to himself, “it’s almost like they have a mind of their own…”

And that’s when he felt something strange. No, he saw something Strange. The jockstrap seemed to… snuggle him. Constrict even so slightly, so as so send a warm chill throughout his entire body. They did have a mind of their own. But how?

“Roy?” Rich couldn’t believe the word came out of his mouth. It was impossible. No, it was implausible.

But at the sound of the name, he felt another soft squeeze. His blood ran cold.

“Oh… my god.”

He didn’t know what to think, what to feel. He was wearing his best friend. No. He had to be imagining this. There was no way… was there?

He didn’t want to stick around to find out. In one swift motion, he pulled the pants back up his legs, slipped both feet into the boots, and resisted Roy’s tugs as he marched towards the door. He was going to find them. He was going to get Lloyd and Max, and get them the hell off of this ranch before anyone—

“Whoa, slow down there son.” Rich stopped. Standing in the doorway right in front of him was Beck. Same cowboy hat. Same jeans. No shirt. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”

“To find my friends,” Rich said, mustering up all the confidence he could. The musky smell coming off the cowboy’s bare chest was intoxicating. “We’re leaving.”

“Already?” Beck said, slowly advancing on him, backing them both up into the room, “but what’re you goin’ to do ‘bout your missing’ friend?” Rich made a quick, almost involuntary glance down to his pants. It was all Beck needed to know. “It seems you might’ve found him already.”

“What did you do to him?” Rich felt the fury build hot in his chest, even as he stepped closer and closer back to the bed.

Beck placed a sweaty palm over his right pec. “I swear on my grandmama’s grave, I haven’t seen that boy since y’all were drinkin’ with me last night.” He smiled, showing off two roes of impeccably handsome, white teeth. “But I have seen some crazy crazy things go down on this here ranch. I wouldn’t be surprised if your friend…” he glanced back down at the jockstrap, which was poking out of Rich’s unzipped pants “… lost himself along the way.”

“What… what kind of things?”

Beck smiled. “Why, we had a couple come by just the other week. They complained ‘bout how we didn’t have no bed sheets so… well…” Rich turned around to look at the quilt and sheets, “needless to say they’re a lot more comfortable now.”

“Impossible,” Rich whispered to himself. This had to be a nightmare. A dream. A fantasy.

“Oh not at-all!” Beck laughed, “why, I ‘member when I was a scrawny young thing like yourself.” Rich swung back to look at him, confusion painted across his trembling face. “That’s right. I was drivin’ back from school one day. Took a wrong turn. Ended up here.”

Beck threw his colossal arms up to motion to the space, sending a fresh waft of his musk right up Rich’s nose. Beck smiled. “But then Thom found me. Turned me exactly into what I was meant to be; a nice big piece of meat to keep him company and look after the ranch while he was away. He transformed me, just like he transformed your friend Roy down there.”

Rich stumbled back, falling ontop of the bedsheets as the giant, hairy cowboy towered over him. “And… h—how did he do that?” Rich asked.

Beck smiled. “Well that’s what Imma ‘bout to show you.”

He watched as the thick bearded face lowered itself down, down, until it was blocking out all the light, and all Rich could see were Beck’s two small eyes staring down at him. They closed, and he felt something wet and hot touch his lips.

Rich had been kissed many times before. Girls in high school, girls in college. His girlfriend, of course. Every night before they went to sleep. But nothing compared to the sweet, calming feeling of having Beck’s lips pressed up against his, having his beard gently scratch his cheek, his neck.

Slowly, as if falling into a deep slumber, Rich’s defenses fell, and before he could say or do anything to stop Beck, he was kissing him back. He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms tight around the his thick neck, and buried himself deeper into the man’s wide embrace. He felt his warmth, his sweat, his smell, tangle with his hot, messy clothes, and seep into his skin, filling his whole body with heat. Raw, sexual heat.

He felt his pants start to rub up against his skin, violently, as if telling him to stop. Beck took notice of the denim itching his bare chest, and looked up. “Here,” he said with a little laugh, “let’s get you out’a some of the clothes, shall we?”

Rich nodded. All it had taken was a few moments of kissing for him to completely forget that he was wearing Roy. By the time he was down to only his jockstrap, Rich yelped. “Wait! Stop.”

“Somethin’ the matter?” Beck asked with one hand clasped around the elastic strap, which was writhing in his hand.

Rich smiled. “I want him to experience it too.” He could feel Roy’s surprise. The jockstrap stopped moving suddenly, and instead started to tighten again around his waist and ass.

Beck just smiled. “I like how you think boy,” he said, and gave him another kiss. Rich closed his eyes once again as he felt Beck’s scruff tickle its way down his neck… down his cleavage… down his abs… and all the way down to his pubes, which were starting to peak out of Roy’s upper band.

Then, Beck kissed the fabric. If Rich wasn’t hard enough already, he certainly was now. Beck continued to suck and caress his ever expanding cock through his friend’s fabric. As he did, Roy grew more comfortable, more relaxed, and Rich could feel the strap moving and adapting to his primal rhythms as he writhed across the bed sheets.

“Hmmmmmm.” Rich couldn’t hold himself back. Having Beck down at his dick was the single greatest thing he’d ever felt. He reached over and pulled the cowboy hat resting on the bed frame, and placed it on his head. He was feeling more and more like a cowboy every second.

Beck looked up to see the hat. He grinned, growled, and threw Rich over onto his stomach. The young man gave a small yelp at having been tossed around so easily, but it was cut short as he felt Beck’s two strong hands pull his ass forward by Roy’s straps.

Rich could feel hot breath on his ass. It tensed in anticipation for what was to come. The anticipation grew and grew, until Rich was whimpering… “please… please…”

Beck grabbed both cheeks, shoved them open, and buried his face in-between.

“GOD!” Rich’s eyesight went fuzzy. He could barely make out the room through the violent waves of pleasure that blurred his vision. He looked over to the mirror across the room, his reflection slowly coming into focus.

“No… It can’t be… It’s not real… It’s not—”

But it was. Rich’s body was changing. He could see his beard coming in, thick and scruffy, just like Beck’s. He could see his shoulders broadening and the remaining body space filling with muscle. He watched as his pecs jetted out bellow him like two large pillows. He watched his biceps balloon like a gorilla’s. He watched his forearms harden and expand, donning a fresh coat of blonde hair that was slowly starting to make its way across his entire body.

The sheer act of watching himself change was the most intensely erotic thing he’d ever felt. He literally watched as the handsome, young man with a bright future and a hot girlfriend, transformed into a dumb, horny cowboy with enough muscle to lift three hay bails at once. Not to mention he had an insanely hot man eating out his ass, and now they were starting to look a lot closer in age.

“God damn,” he whispered to himself. His voice was noticeably deeper, a Texan twang mixed in for good measure. Beck lifted his face up to look at them in the mirror.

“Look at choo boy,” Beck said, playfully spanking his ass, “you’re already turnin’ out bigger than we imagined!” Rich wasn’t listening. He was still marveling at the cowboy staring back at him in the mirror. Is that… me?

But before he could answer that for himself, he felt Beck throw him around the bed again (this time with a little more effort). Rich landed on his back, and he felt his legs lift up over his head as the man towered over him with a sick grin. “But y’aint there yet son,” he said as Rich heard him unfasten the buckle on his jeans.

“What’re you—FUCK!” Needless to say, Rich had never had a dick in his ass before. But his wasn’t just any ordinary dick, and now, thanks to Beck’s magical rim job, this wasn’t an ordinary ass. It was like a key fitting into a lock. As all 10 inches of cowboy cock slid into Rich’s eager hole, he began to realize that this is exactly what he had been transformed for. He was about to become nothing more than a stupid, sexy farm hand, a cock sheath for Beck, Thom, and whoever else stumbled onto the ranch.

In those final moments, Rich thought of his girlfriend. Not in a longing way, but in an almost unsatisfactory way. How could he have wanted anything other than this? Had he really planned a future outside of this place? Was that a future really worth living?

He felt the heat rush to his dick. Along with it came all of Rich, his thoughts, his attractions, his memories and identify. And as he felt his load explode all over Beck’s sweat-drenched chest, he became the cowboy he was always meant to be.

“RICH!” He heard someone call far off in the distance. Is that my name? he though, and as if he’d read his mind, Beck looked over to him and smiled.

“Looks like someone’s lookin’ for you Rich,” he over enunciated it to highlight its ridiculous sound. “But I don’t think that name suit you very well, don’t it?”

“No sir,” Rich said, still reeling from the orgasm.

“How ‘bout we call you Rick. That’s close enough right?”

Rick could barely answer. He was still to focused on Beck’s big bulbous chest, the fresh hot spunk covering his abs, and the dick growing soft inside his ass. Thinking had clearly become something of a chore for him.

“Yeah…” he whispered, “Rick…”

“Well Rick,” Beck pulled out and pulled up his pants. His cock left a massive outline in his tight, boot-cut jeans, “you better get some clothes on. I’m sure Roy there’s gonna be a lot more ‘commidating now that he’s got a taste of this big mouth.” Beck laughed, but all Rick (and Roy) could think about was how hot it had been having Beck go down on him. “Don’t worry,” he said again, “there’s plenty more where that came from.”

He shut the door, leaving Rick on the bed in total silence. He threw his head back, the cowboy hat tipping down over his eyes. Damn, he thought, what I’d give to take a nice long nap right ‘bout now.

But Rick knew he had a lot of work to do. Around the farm, servicing the other men. But right now, he had one priority and one priority only: Max.

“Poor lil’ boy don’t know what’s comin,’” cowboy Rick said with a little laugh as he got up off the bed and slipped into his favorite jeans. Rick moaned with pleasure. Clothes were a cowboy’s best friend, after all, and as the jeans slid comfortably up his thick meaty legs and up to his sweaty, cum-soaked jockstrap, it was like they felt complete again.

He was just reaching down to put on his boots when he heard someone SLAM on the door. “RICH!” He heard the voice say, “ARE YOU IN THERE?”

Max. Rick smiled dopey, and sauntered back over to the bed. He spread his legs ever so slightly and puffed his scruffy chest, so the first thing the boy’d see when he walked in would be a big sexy cowboy just waiting to service his every need.

“I’M COMING IN!” Max announced, and burst through the door.

T O  B E  C O N T I N U E D …

Jakes Surprise

(Warning~ This story does not contain vore or any sexual components.)

{This is a story for my best friend Jake, and I wanted it to be special for him and only him. First of all Happy Birthday Jake, we have known each other for years it seems like. You are very special to me, so I didn’t want to make a vore story or anything like that. I hope u love it Jake, love u bud ur a very great friend to me and I loved writing this.}

Saturday Moring May 10, 2020~

It was 6 O’clock when my alarm went off, I grabbed my phone wipped my eyes and turned the alarm off. I sat there for a minute before I got up and ran my fingers through my hair. “Damn I need a haircut before I leave” I said as I got up and grabbed some clothes. I went to the shower and got nice and clean and got dressed up. I wore a plaid button down western shirt, with a pair of jeans and some comfortable shoes. I got up grabbed my keys and headed outside to my car. I got in and drove to my barber 💈, he cut my hair and I still had some time to kill so I drove back home. I made me some food and packed up some clothes. My suitcase was on my bed and I put my clothes in there, I would be leaving home for a week for a small vacation. I then looked over to see a message from someone.

Jakes bf~”Hey when does your flight land so I can come pick you up and take you back to our place.”

Me~”the plane touches down roughly at 1 o’clock so 2pm in NY.”

Jakes bf~” thanks I’ll be waiting Cal.”

I grabbed my phone, the charger and my laptop. My Uber arrived right on time and I gabbed everything including Jakes gift that was placed nicely inside my suitcase. I locked my door behind me and texted my neighbor that I was leaving and wouldn’t be back for a week. I asked him if he could watch the house and got in the Uber. He drove me to DFW airport and I checked in with the ticket lady. I walked in and sat down with my laptop and was happy I got a window seat. This was the first time I had flown anywhere, luckily I got a really nice person that set next to me. I watched a movie on my laptop when we took off and fell asleep. We hit some turbulence and it woke me up, just in time to see the plane land. It was such a fun experience and I could see Syracuse. All the buildings and even the university, where Jake went to school.

We landed and I felt so happy, this was the first time I was going to meet Jake. Jake and I met probably two years ago, and we always stayed in contact. We talk daily and I felt like it was time I met him, and what better day to meet him then on his birthday. Jake had no idea I was flying in, his bf new and arranged everything. Jake was my best friend, we had grown very close to each other and impacted each other’s lives. I remember sitting in that chair thinking and wondering how someone I never met could have such and impact on my life. Jake knew I loved him, we were like brothers. We could tell each other anything, and we helped each other in so many ways whether it was advice or just simply talking. The flight attendant finally asked me to exit the plane I jumped, I guess i was lost in space thinking about meeting my close friend. I was thankful that I saved up enough money right in time for Jakes birthday.

I stood up and exited the plane and waited for my suitcase. I grabbed it and took out my phone and messaged Jakes bf.

Me~”hey I’m here I’m about to exit the front”

Jakes bf~”alright cool I’m in a black Camero”

I headed outside and notice the temperature difference, it’s a little humid but it’s still pretty cool. It’s usally in the 80s by now in Texas, I look around and saw the camero and Jakes bf gets out.

Jakes bf~” hey Cal how are you doing it’s so nice to finally meet you, Jakes gonna be so excited. Give me a hug.”

Me~”it’s so great to finally meet u as well, Jakes talks about you all the time. I hope he is happy to see me. Jake doesn’t know anything right?”

Jakes bf~”not a one Cal, and I hope it’s only good things u here about me haha!!”

Me~” haha of course, can I put my suit case in the back?”

Jakes bf opens the door and I put my stuff in the back, we get in the car and he drives home. On the way to there place, we talk a lot. I tell him that, meeting him was werid cuz I had only heard about him. I told him that me and jake would stay up for hours talking about you. Then Jakes bf asked me questions about me and my life, since we were just meeting for the first time.

Jakes bf~”so you excited to meet him, Jakes talks about how you have been a great friend to him. I think he’s gonna jump up and hug u!!” Jakes bf says as he looks over at me.

Me~”I hope he does I’ve been wanting to meet him for as long as I can remember.”

Jakes bf~”well we’re here, don’t be nervous Cal jake loves u and will loose it when he sees u.”

Me~”thanks man I’ve just wanted to meet him for so long and now that I’m here I’m so nervous. (I pause for a second to collect myself) Alright let’s go, let me get my stuff real quick.”

Jakes bf “awesome let me go in and u hang on so I can sneak u in and then we can surprise him.”

Jakes bf walks in the door and a few mins later, he comes back outside and tells me to follow him. Jake was on the back talking to someone on the phone. We snuck inside and he showed me to the guest room where I sat my stuff down I could definitely tell jake lives here cuz his guest bedroom had a Syracuse themed bedding on the bed. He loved him team and was big time into basketball. After I got over the awesome guest bedroom design I asked him what the game plan was...... (part one) @texanstrongjake

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Vore Nation

Jakes Surprise (Part 2 Final)

(Warning~ This story does not contain vore or any sexual components.) Jakes bf turned to me and looked down, thinking about what the plan wa

If you have to choose body or personality which one you taken. And I you choose personality can I get your body ;)

Haha lol, I actually more of a personality guy. I love guys with unique and rare personality. That probably why me and Jake get along so well cuz he has the most unique personality ever. Body is great and all but nothing beats a person charm and personality. So I guess u get my body lol, be careful with great power comes great responsibility hehe. Thanks for the ask

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