The impact of the man's powerful ejaculation must have knocked me out, because I find myself needing to be reawakened. Not by some ridiculous earthquake this time, but by a killer smell of... something. How can you even describe this!? It's absolutely horrible! And not only is the smell absolutely rancid, but I can't breathe! And my eyes burn like hell!
I close my eyes and literally have to SWIM out of the man's lake of cum, nearly passing out yet again from lack of air. Floating at the top, I desperately gasp for air. But my breathing only becomes more exaggerated as I find it increasingly difficult to move my limbs in such a thick fluid.
I want to scream, to throw up. This has to be some kind of weird nightmare, right!? There's no way this is possible! But as I begin to panic, the two men both roar once again and fire off two fresh hot loads of cum right... at... me... with my mouth wide open...
I cough, gag, and wheeze as gallons upon gallons of cum wash over me yet again. This time with the force to snap the apartment building like a twig and send me flying across town as if riding some sort of wave. Or at least I assume so, because I didn't get to see it since I was knocked unconscious yet again. How I didn't die is something I'll never know...
Eventually I wake up for the third time today. Instantly my body has a reaction and I try to sit up, but some extremely heavy force holds me down. So I lay on my back as I cough up more and more cum. I've never tasted a lick of it before in all of my life, and quite frankly I never wanted to, yet now I've probably had enough for over twenty or thirty people.
After who knows how long, the coughing stops and I can breathe yet again. But I still refuse to move. My body is just too sore, it feels as though I've been hit by a truck. Or actually... a truck probably would've been nicer than this.
When I try to get up, however, I still feel as though I being pushed down. I don't know if it's because of exhaustion, or soreness, or what but whatever it is it better stop. I've been through enough today already, and I've only been conscious for about 45 minutes!
Slowly I begin to toss and turn, trying to wiggle myself free from whatever force is keeping me down. Finally, I manage to roll far enough to break free. Carefully, I pick myself up off the ground. It takes a second for the world to stop spinning, but once it does I can clearly see what held me down. There, where I used to lay, exists a perfect, white outline of my body. Disgusted by the thought that the consistency of the sperm was what held me down, I finally just throw up.
Today has been filled with such much disgust. I begin to just cry as I recollect just what the hell has happened to me today.
After my mental break down, I continue on my "merry" way, not knowing where the hell I am. I pry my backpack off of me, careful so as not to rip my shirt. As if it wasn't ruined already... And luckily enough, everything inside it is fine for the most part! Thought I would never in my right mind eat those snacks...
Taking my phone out from the backpack, I manage to figure out just where exactly I am. And would you believe my luck, I was blasted out into the field off the freeway... 20 MILES FROM MY APARTMENT!
But hey, at least I'm here and at least there's a pond not far from where I'm at. Because at this point, I don't care what kind of water it's made up of, I just need to get this spunk OFF OF ME.
And so I walk out to the little pond and try to take a dip. But my clothes are basically glued to my body at this point, so I'm forced to tear them off rather than take them off. Now I hate even just taking my shirt off in public, but I'm so desperate to feel somewhat clean that I don't mind stripping naked too, too much. And hey, at least no one is around.
And so I begin to try to wash all the cum off my body. Making sure to scrape every possible inch. Scrubbing my hair countless times to get it all unstuck from itself. Heck, I even brush my teeth in this water! This whole process probably takes me an hour, if not longer. And just as I begin to put on my extra clothes I get a phone call from Mason.
"Hello?"
"Christian! Where are you!? Dude, it's been FOUR HOURS since I told you to meet up with me!"
"Sorry, I'm sorry," I cough, finding my throat to be extremely rough at the moment. "My car was destroyed, so I had to run. But I'm at the field now."
"Really!? That's awesome! Well, not your car being destroyed, but I'm just so relieved you made it out ok!"
I can't help but smile a bit at Mason being so relieved. It puts me at ease, just a little, to just hear his voice after all this. But I also can't help but chuckle a bit at the thought of me being "ok."
"I'm at the pond right now, can you meet me here? I'm so tired..." I cough.
"Yeah, of course! I'm not too far, I should be there in about ten minutes."
We end the call, and I collapse onto the ground; this time on my own terms. I let out the longest sigh of my life, as I try to take it all in once more. It was a horrible experience, no questions asked. I gag just thinking about what happened. I can still smell and taste it all... But for some reason the thing the sticks out the most in my mind is the image of the two men. The two god-like men. With budging muscles, monstrous cocks, flawless skin, orgasmic voices... I shake my head to try and clear my mind. I don't swing that way, don't get me wrong, but I gotta admit that I'm at least a little jealous. Imagine if that were me...
"Christian!"
Mason's voice snaps me out of my imagination, and I quickly bounce up off the ground to greet him. We do the usual broshake, and then I wait a bit for him to catch his breath. He must've ran all the way here.
"I'm... so glad... to see you..." he pants. "But hey... I think it's time you find some new clothes. You washed those way too many times, they look a bit small on you."