Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2016 01:08:59 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood - Prologue

This writing contains sexually explicit material, unsuited for readers
under the age of 18. If you are underage, live in an area that disallows
the reading of this type of material, or are offended by homosexual
content, please do not read further.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, settings, and ideas
featured in this series are based on fantasy. Any character that resembles
someone in your reality is purely coincedental.

Feel free to email hjk7359@hotmail.com to give feedback or constructive
criticism. Please enjoy.

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Prologue - Insatiable

I'd learned this word in English: insatiable. I first learned it
incorrectly. I pronounced it in-SAT-ee-able. My 8th grade English teacher
smirked, understandably. No, in-SAY-shuh-ble, he explained, with the
patience of stone. English class rarely made sense to me. But his
definition sure did.

In the dim orange light of my bedroom, I was cornered. Stuck between two
connecting walls, and a swarm of men of all ages, shapes, stories, but
certainly of a certain special size. After the eleventh or twelfth body
entered my room that night, I'd lost count.

I was slumped to the floor, legs tangled, body naked on the itchy carpet,
knees rosy from its burn. Drying patches of my cum decorated various parts
of my body, as well as the skin from my fellow suitors. Cum was tangled in
mustaches, trickling down my arm, dangling ropes from the meaty cocks that
all seemed to be staring me down. A noxious concoction of sweat mixed with
semen painted my lithe body and dripped from my tousseled hair. My breath
was steady, but the air in my small room had become stale and wreaked of
male musk.

Condensation enshrouded the space, causing the room to melt, drops of
moisture rolling down the off-white of my bedroom walls, my bookshelves, my
windows, soaking the entirety of my mattress like a sponge. It was a
sauna. A jungle. A warm whisper crawling down a neck, rubbing its back
against an ear's soft drum. The echos of men gruffly exhaling, reverberated
in my chest, rattling my insides. The same men, continued to tug on their
softening dicks, in hopes to make them hard again. Others were already
hard, balls aching; the torture of cumming, and needing to cum again. The
drips of pre/post cum spattered on my carpet floor like stalactites in a
cave. A waste. It was like someone letting ice cream melt on hot dirt. It
belonged on a desperate tongue.

My room was a sight to behold. It was a world I never wanted to leave.

A world where any direction I reached, a cock would willingly slide into my
hand, where a simple yawn would prompt a salty and tangy dick to seize the
opportunity and clog my throat, where spreading my legs would inspire a mob
of crazed men to want to disappear inside of me.

I thought briefly about the two years I'd lived in this neighborhood on
Knottingham St. About the life I'd thought I would have growing up, playing
with the neighborhood kids, going to school, doing homework, asking out
girls, having my first kiss. Or stressing out about tests, school dances,
whether I was going to get caught sneaking into a rated-R movie. I never
would have thought that I would have ever led such a focused life of
promiscuity. That I would have become a slave to the taste of fresh warm
cum. That I would come to depend on the feeling of a man's empowering
touch. That I would seek power, and become powerless from the presence of a
hard cock.

"Think he's had enough?" I heard one man mutter to another. This question
hit me like a needle. Was this a challenge? Was it that I longed to keep
this group of men together in one room for as long as possible, not wanting
this to end? Or was it...

insatiable: adj. (in'saSHabel) 1. of an appetite or desire that is
impossible to satisfy.

I looked at each of the men that stood before me. Some faces clear, some
shrouded by a humid mist. Looked down at my overworked cock, saw it inflate
to a full 7-inches. My balls twitched and spasmed, the head pulsed, almost
sending out a signal. I adjusted my legs to present them my sore, gaping,
yet starving hole, winking and contracting at the cocks that almost
magnetically seemed to rise by my command. I dropped my jaw, drool beaded
in each corner of my mouth.

"Shit," I heard a voice say. "He's fuckin' insatiable." Precum sprouted
from my now rock-hard dick like a jewel.

My vision began to fade, and a forest of legs moved my direction.

And then, they were upon me.

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Chapter 1 to follow.

Thank you for reading.