Broadcast your breeding on the webshow, techie.

From Create Your Own Story

For the first time, Gibby's prick is now as stiff as a board, boasting an ever-increasing size as the phallus proves nearly indomitable to your redoubled efforts--but your eagerness precedes you. Expanding your throat to accommodate the beast, you tilt your head to guide the fat mushroom past your tonsils until your nose and lips smash up against Gibby's crotch. He must have only recently stumbled into puberty, for you can't help but to notice the sparse distribution of fine blond wisps of hair that adorn his groin as you nip at them, mouth gaping, filled beyond the brim with a pulsating log clogging your windpipe. You close your eyes in bliss, and wonder at the marvel it is that Shannon willingly denied the opportunity to be in the exact position you hold now. Gibby's hands, forcefully but not excessively so, lock your head in place as your mouth remains clamped upon the base of the biggest cock in school. Somewhere amidst your ravenous leeching, a twisted idea peals into your mind like a comet in its careen.

You grunt and push slightly on your partner's thighs and he, concerned for your well-being, quickly pulls free his cock from your gullet, leaving your throat a cold and quivering cavern in its wake. You try to force your thoughts from the glistening wood bouncing in front of your face in order to share your plan with Gibby, but the words do not come and your body wracks with overwhelming lust. He snorts a laugh, but looks concerned. "Yeah, buddy?" After a pause, "You ok, Benson?"

You manage to tear your glance to meet his gaze for a moment, stammering, "Never b-bet-better." A wicked and distorted grin spreads through your face as you heave now for air lost earlier. "Let's get revenge on Shannon," you offer. "That bitch wronged us both, and I want her and all of Seattle to see what she's missing."

"She did give it to us pretty hard, bro," Gibby retorts, intrigued by your proposition. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, the only thing on my mind is what's usually in your pants, but that's how we'll do it!" You yell up to him, shaking him by the legs for emphasis. Bobbing away, the thick weapon drools a pea-sized bead of semen, but you suck it from the ballooned head before it had surfaced for two seconds.

With a jolted laugh, Gibby shakes his head and ruffles your hair. "Anytime, any place, brother. I didn't think it would get any weirder than the middle of the Cheesecake Warehouse, but seeing you like this has made me even more shameless than usual," he jokes, comically jiggling his tits,

You give a deeply exaggerated chortle, throwing back your head and placing one hand over your stomach. "YOU, my lord, have NOTHing to be ashamed about," you say, visibly gesture downward to demonstrate your intention, "oh greatest god of grand girth." Gibby scoffs and slugs you in the shoulder. "Call Carly's cell and tell her that I've been arrested for public nudity and that I need her and Sam to help bail me out of the courthouse. When they agree to come, we'll slip away to the studio and give the fans one hell of an iCarly episode," you trail off, giving the pole a squeeze.

"Freddie, that sounds sex-a-freakin-licious, but wouldn't that also hurt Carly and Sam? They're our friends, and besides--I don't really know if I want everyone to see me without my pants. Without my shirt... that's another story," he moans.

"Are you kidding me?" you shout genuinely into his worried mug. "You have a package fit for a sultan and you're crazy, and selfish, to want to hide it." He smiles. "Anyway, what happened to 'anytime, any place, brother'?" you continue, mockingly.



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