SEED DEMON

“You know what’s funny? I never meant for this to happen.” I laughed, shaking my head as the reality sunk in. Here I was, surrounded by a dozen thirsty twinks, all vying for my attention at this raunchy party. The seed demon, they called me. A perverse moniker for a perverse man. Guilty as charged.

It started innocently enough. A friend of a friend invited me to this bash, claiming there’d be plenty of like-minded individuals looking to blow off some steam. I came in reluctantly, unsure what to expect. Boy, was I surprised.

The moment I walked through the door, I was assaulted by a cacophony of moans and the unmistakable slap of flesh on flesh. Couples and moresomes writhed together in various states of undress, lost in their own worlds of pleasure. The air hung heavy with the pungent scent of sex and sweat. It took my breath away, in the best way possible.

I should have turned around and left right then. But I didn’t. Because as much as I hate to admit it, I’m a slave to my baser instincts. So I dove right in, like a moth to a flame. Or rather, a man to a cock.

My first victim was a lanky lad with hair the color of straw. He sidled up to me, his eyes glazed over with lust. “Hey there, big boy,” he purred, running a finger down my chest. “Looking to have some fun?”

Before I could respond, he had his hand down the front of my pants, stroking my growing erection. I groaned, my head lolling back. He took that as an invitation to drop to his knees and take me into his mouth. He worked me over with practiced precision, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I bucked my hips, fucking his face with wanton abandon.

And that was just the beginning. For the next several hours, I was passed around like a CONDEMNED(personGroup)porn star. I fucked in every position imaginable – missionary, doggy, cowgirl, you name it. I was inside so many tight, eager holes, I lost count. Each one clung to my cock like a vice, begging for my seed. And I gave it to them, over and over again.

I must have cum a dozen times, filling every willing receptacle with more jizz than should be humanly possible. But satisfy them as I did, it was never enough. They always wanted more. More cock, more cum, more depravity. I was their own personal fuck toy, their walking, talking spunk dumpster. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

By the time the party finally wound down, I was a mess. My cock was chafed, my balls aching. But I was also glowing with a sense of satisfaction rarely achieved in my sex-addled life. Those boys had milked me dry in more ways than one.

I staggered out into the night, my clothes rumpled and reeking of sex. But I didn’t care. Because I knew I’d be back for more. After all, a demon never truly rests.

Until next time, my depraved friends. Remember, you’ve all been thoroughly seeded.