His hips at the wrong time panic would turn to vomit. Chuck proceeded carefully. He had to relax or he wouldn’t be able to take enough. The knowledge did nothing to relax him.
Fingers traced his cheek. Eyes wide, Chuck looked up at Theodore. He’d leaned forward. “You’re doing so good.”
Something welled up in Chuck. It almost felt like he was going to cry. How did Theodore know? Was it written in his manner in his face that praise made his blood sing. How did everyone know before he told them.
“You’re such a good boy,” Theodore said. Chuck couldn’t look away. He was caught in Theodore’s gaze. Chuck swallowed convulsively. Theodore sighed happily. How did Theodore know about his kink but not that he was gagging? He tried to keep his tongue out of the way as possible. He was going to die if he only got the tip. He had to try harder. His mouth was so full he couldn’t swallow couldn’t even think.
It wasn’t like college when boys had been impressed by his willingness to fuck his face on their dicks. This was Theodore. He moved his tongue rhythmically against the underside of Theodore.
Finally finally he got the entire head in his mouth. Panic rose. He fought to keep his mouth soft. He looked up at Theodore
Fantasticock’s merchandise on its dogfuckingly slow way towards my location. Oh and I’m in the Phoenix metro area, I’m hard to find. Like looking for a needle in a cargo container of pins.
Recounting his ex’s elaborate night routine, Theodore nodded and promised Chuck he wouldn’t come back before ten. Chuck never would’ve done this if he thought there was a chance his coworker would come back to the shared room! He never would’ve stuffed himself like this! Chuck thought he had time! He’s set a timer to go off at nine thirty. He could be cleaned up and curled up with the creature feature erotica he kept on his phone and a sex toy he wouldn’t be embarrassed to be caught with.
Now Theodore sat on his bed facing away from Chuck. Currently his coworker thought he’d walked in on Chuck masturbating with his hand in the classic style. But how long could that last?
At least Chuck thought the plug had slipped in before Theodore opened the door. Without the round lump of silicone originally designed with the human asshole in mind Chuck knew he would’ve expelled the eggs already. So far he’s been able to hide the tell-tale ovipositor in the thin hotel sheets. If Theodore saw that his humiliation would be complete. The silicone eggs inside of him shifted. Chuck tensed. Could Theodore hear that? It felt audible. His cheeks burned. He wished his body wasn’t enjoy every second of this predicament. Then Theodore said something too pornographic to be true. Chuck must’ve misheard.
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