A Kinky SIn: Boyf Riends

This is It

Michael took a hit on his joint, then turned to his best friend, who was sprawled across the bean bag beside him.

"What are you staring at me for?" Jeremy said in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, nothing," Michael responded, winking.

Jeremy glanced away and blushed furiously. He was as red as a tomato and a strawberry's illegitimate lovechild. Not only that, he could feel a subtle urge creeping up within him, even in his stoned stupor.

Ignoring the flustered Jeremy, Michael got up and walked to the bathroom. He then started to urinate, and of course, proceeded to miss because he was so fucking high. Since he was lazy, he screamed, "JEREMY, I NEED SOME HELP CLEANING THIS UP. I, UH, SPILLED SOME WATER."

"Uhhh, OK," Jeremy screeched back, standing up and stumbling to the bathroom. Jesus, he was thirsty.

"So, I spilled a little water and I don't really want to clean it up, can you?" Michael muttered sheepishly once Jeremy arrived. Jeremy didn't understand what he was so embarrassed about, but helped him anyways. Once they were done, Michael asked Jeremy if he wanted to go get a drink of water.

"Fuck yes," Jeremy practically moaned. The thought of the sweet liquid pouring down his throat, filling his belly, and drenching him left his dick engorged. He really, really hoped Michael wouldn't notice his raging boner, but it was too late.

"Dude, did you get a boner from the thought of drinking water? You're such a freak!" Michael said with a chuckle. It was hard to tell if he was joking or honestly weirded out.

Jeremy became a flustered tomato again, and Michael recognized his chance to have a good time. Leaning in close to Jeremy's ear, he breathed, " I know how we can get so much water." Jeremy could barely contain himself at this point, the poor boy's fingers twitching towards the zipper of his pants.

"Not so fast, I still want to get some water," Michael said, winking once again before walking away.

"P-p-please," Jeremy begged, saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth. "Michael ... Oh, Fuck me ..." Michael just continued to walk until he disappeared out the front door, only to return a few minutes later with the garden hose and a machete from the tool shed.

"Put it in me," Jeremy whispered.

"What the fuck?" Michael said, laughing. "I was just bringing you some water, but then I saw the machete and got some ideas. But, ah, what the hell." Michael shrugged and shoved the running hose into the eager Jeremy's mouth. He was content to stay that way, one hand fervently clutching the hose and the other resting on his rapidly expanding stomach. While his friend was focused on gulping down as much water as he physically could and more, Michael set to work removing Jeremy's pants and sharpening the machete.

Once Jeremy had finished drinking, he decided to take the hose back outside. When he came back, he found Michael lying on the bed, mostly naked and with a machete in his hand.

"What are you going to do with that?" Jeremy said, smiling.

"Shove thus entire machete up your rectum, that's what I'm going to do," Michael said with yet another seductive wink. Jeremy did not need to be invited twice, and hurried towards the bed, his swollen stomach sloshing with water. He hopped onto the bed next to Michael, and they slowly went in for a kiss.

They stayed like this for a while, kissing as Michael stroked Jeremy's back with the machete. In response to the erotic stimuli, Jeremy slowly began to remove his underwear.

The lace-like machete cuts on Jeremy's back began to bleed, but he didn't care. Once freed of his underwear, his fully erect penis sprung upwards, hitting his bloated red stomach. Michael smirked as Jeremy fidgeted with embarrassment.

"Bend over for me, you disgusting man slut," Michael commanded.

Jeremy's face was bright red, but he did as the tanned sex machine said. He loved when Michael was like this because it really turned him on. He let out soft moan as Michael's package rubbed up against him.

Michael now stood behind Jeremy, his own throbbing dick brushing up against the scrawny white boy's ass. Then, in one fluid motion, he lifted the machete and rammed it up and into Jeremy. This prompted Jeremy to scream in pain and ecstasy as the blade was shoved further and further into his body. He had lost any semblance of control, jizzing all over the bed and drooling as he orgasmed.

Michael laughed aloud in a hollow, almost terrifying way as Jeremy shrieked. Sliding the machete back out, he whispered, "I'm not done yet," then put himself into Jeremy. Sadly, Michael didn't last long, and once he finished they cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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When they woke up, Jeremy was barely clinging to life. The copious blood loss and internal damage caused by the machete, combined with water consumption far beyond what is healthy for any human, had left him 3/4ths dead. Michael slowly peeled himself away from Jeremy, watching the dried blood flake off and join the old cum on the bed. He knew there was no saving his severely damaged friend, but he wanted to keep Jeremy with him ... IN him ... forever.

Michael gradually got up and cleaned up the mess. Getting dressed, he went and laid out an old tarp, then lifted Jeremy's limp body up and set him on it. He was sad, but he knew what had to be done. As he slowly suffocated Jeremy, he began to cry. Michael Mell had killed his best friend and favorite fuck mate.

As Michael stood over Jeremy's lifeless corpse, he was filled with a sudden profound understanding. He knew what to do. Leaning over, he slowly slid the body into his mouth and down his throat. Michael continued like this for several minutes, and all that was to be heard was his muffled grunts and moans. Soon Jeremy was in Michael's stomach, and he fell into a coma, hands still caressing his gut full of fuck boy.

He woke up six days later in a puddle of drool. He stood up and felt a sensation in his stomach that reminded him suddenly of all that had happened. He had vored his best friend. He clutched his fleshy belly and grunted with pleasure-

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Michael sat up with a start, screaming uncontrollably. His weed long forgotten, all he could do was yell , "HOLY FUCKING CHEESECAKE BATMAN, jEREMYYYYY OH GOD O H GOD."

His screaming soon woke Jeremy, who started screaming right along with him, "WHAT THE FLYING FUCK, MICHAEL!" Jeremy was cut off as a sobbing Michael threw himself at him.

"J-Jeremy, you're alive, my dream, it was so- so- we must have been so high- and- and ..." Michael's words trailed off into more sobs.

Jeremy, still confused and half awake, just rubbed his shaken friend's back. It must have been a really horrible dream to leave Michael so upset. But, even after he had calmed down, Michael never told Jeremy the truth. Despite how horrible and traumatic the dream had been ...

Michael had woken up with a boner.