SUBURBAN LEGENDZ: Happy Now?

 

 

“There, Happy now?” Yuzlfitz the clown asked, an overly saccharine voice dripping from his mouth.
 
Brad, the birthday ‘boy’ was handed a pastel green male lion. He couldn’t remember why he was watching this clown craft balloon animals at his stud party. If anything, his balls felt heavy inside his tight orange swimming trunks. Why the hell had he worn something so small? He needed to grab one of his bros and shove his cock inside them. They were great lays when their girlfriends weren’t around.
 
“Uh yeah looks, nice I guess?” Brad talked in his deep voice that betrayed having any form of intelligence. He turned his head to look around the area for his bros. Not a single one in sight.
 
Yuzlfitz the clown knew he was going to hate the job the minute he got it. But when one takes jobs in desperation, they don’t get the privilege of being picky. The money was still green and the bills needed to be paid. Such was the life of a college exchange student living in the states. There was a reason suburban people hardly called on Yuzlfitz though. He could be a bit…vindictive towards clients. At this lake party specifically, the esteemed person of the hour had some choice words for his jokes. Didn't like his makeup, his nose, or his shoes. So, the ever-esteemed clown decided to do some magic. Those eyes went wide when he pulled out the green balloon.
 
Bradley shot up, in height the more Yuzlfitz blew. The balloon competed, filling faster the quicker the boy rose. Puberty flew right past the kid as his body began to fill out, muscles shifting. His face lost all its roundness as a breeze blew by stealing it away. Quiet grunts filled the air as bones changed positions in space. The subject, however, was as unaware as the party guests, who had drifted further from the two. Yuzlfitz’s smile kept Brad’s eyes on him, continuing his act.
 
That’s when the first twist happened. Brad's shoulders shoved themselves apart in his body. His back mocked the size of college athletes while still growing. No one cared when Brad’s shoulders became cannonballs, or his arms turning with them. But Yuzlfitz did whistle, when Brad’s chest rudely burst away from him, hanging down larger than most girl’s tits. Another twist on the balloon. Tree trunks replaced the birthday boy’s legs as tattoo ink swallowed up his entire right leg. Hands did a rotation to the animal’s bottom. Abs formed under his chest like cobblestones. Then another packing of thickness flew into him. His body forced his development into post-college and further still. Curling for the lion’s mane was exactly how facial hair encroached all over Brad’s face. Just like that, Yuzlfitz’s masterpiece was done.
 
Actually, he did one last thing. The clown held his creation close and blew into the already constructed latex animal. He wasn’t blowing into anything and yet, he saw Brad's cock swell inside those same shorts he had on before. That’s when he handed the balloon over.
 
“Yo, you good?” Yuzlfitz said, taking on Brad’s tone. The clown began to wipe his makeup off. No major complaints if the man of the hour couldn’t object anymore. As for the party guests, they had unconsciously given the two space as Yuzlfitz warped reality. “You down to fuck?”
 
“What?” Brad's head snapped back to the clown. That got his attention.
 
Yuzlfitz pointed to Brad’s cock, “That thing looks like it needs attention.” Brad’s shorts were getting tighter every passing second.
 
“I tell you what,” Yuzlfitz got his face clean. “I’m gonna go in the woods over there, where we won’t be disturbed and strip. Meet me when you’re ready.” Not ‘if’ but ‘when’. Yuzlfitz knew exactly what he had created with Brad. The clown took his anger out, but now he needed to destress. He stripped, fully nude, sitting on a tree branch stroking his cock. 10 inches of Swedish meat.
 
Brad came charging into the brush not long after. “Geezus!” He said coming upon the sight of Yuzlfitz’s dick, A massive, girthy, tube of flesh. “Is that fucking real?” The meathead asked.
 
“Oh, most definitely, it’s my favorite thing to inflate,” Yuzlfitz teased, slapping it on his thighs.  “Though this balloon is for studs only: ages 18 and up. Wanna play with me?” 
 
There was almost a rip in Brad’s pants by his cock alone, running over to Yuzlfitz to kiss. Their cocks pressed onto each other's stomachs. Brad’s was warm to the touch, divided by thin fabric and Yuzlfitz's was jumping all over the place.
 
“We can’t be out here forever.” Brad's voice rumbled as their lips parted. “Someone’s gonna come looking.”

Yuzlfitz grabbed the back of Brad’s neck, running his hands up under the cap and into Brad’s hair. He pulled him closer, eyes locked. “No one’s coming, If I don’t want them too. Now stop talking and fuck me.” The words should have sounded like nothing but here was a power to them Brad found himself believing.
 
Brad had a difficult time pulling those tiny shorts off his fat ass, “Can’t believe I’m about to fuck someone who’s not a bro.” Finally, his cock snapped up. Hand rested at Yuzlfitz waists then with the force of a wrecking ball, 9 inches deep inside the off-duty clown.  Brad fucked him over the log he had been resting on. The meaty paws on the studs hand roamed around the leaner body almost massaging it. Yuzlfitz held on to the tree, being opened deep by the free-range dick.
 
“Are you some kind of birthday-slut?” Brad asked between grunts, their thighs slapping together like thunderclaps. “Pretending to be a clown only to be jonesing for cock?”
 
“Sometimes,” Yuzlfitz smirked knowingly. There were quite a few occurrences where he had to get party guests to entertain him. Usually as long as it wasn’t the person who was paying him Yuzlfitz collected them all. Cock and ass buffet. Swapping DNA again and again. “Gotta get it where you can you know?”
 
“That’s hot to hear,” Brad leaned over Yuzlfitz to bite on his ear.” You do sound like a slut,” He whispered in his ear.
 
Yuzlfitz's gigantic cock swayed in the air with each pound. How amazing it was to let a hard dick take you after a hard day. His mind reached ecstasy, eyes rolling in the back of his head as Brad demolished his legs.
 
“I’m about to cum,” Brad warned, almost backing out. Yuzlfitz tightened his ass and pulled the walking tank back inside of him with ease. The clown had done a hard day’s work. He was going to get that load even if he had to do it himself. “Fuck, here it comes!”
 
A blast of birthday boy icing was released far into Yuzlfitz’s anal chasm. Brad fell forward, strength giving out, planting himself right on top of Yuzlfitz.  The man’s balls were still unloading a gallon of seed as the ass milked him dry.  Yuzlfitz smiled, licking his lips, tasting the first and freshest cream produced by his creation.
 
Brad stumbled up, unplugging the young man’s ass. “I–I should go find my bros,” He muttered.
 
“Oh?” Yuzlfitz raised an eyebrow, turning around, “You sure you don’t want to take a ride on this dick.” The 10 inches swung in the wind, like a champion’s sword. Brad’s Adam's apple visibly bobbed, as his eyes honed in. “It’s all for you.”  Yuzlfitz teased.
 
“That’s a lot of dick to take tho.” Brad's voice was hushed but dripping with desire. It’s not that he didn’t want it, he did. So badly. But didn’t think he could handle it.
 
“Don’t worry, it always fits. I’ll prove it, go ahead and sit on it.” The young man gripped the base of his cock waiting. 
 
Brad walked over and climbed onto Yuzlfitz's lap. The man’s large feet kept him solidly planted as he lowered down. His massive thighs had Yuzlfitz trapped on either side. 
 
 Yuzlfitz’s cock disappeared inside the tannest, muscled ass, inch by inch. He put his head back, reveling in sinking into another man’s warmth. The best part was he didn’t have to do any work Which worked out for him since his lower half was mostly unusable after Brad’s intense fucking.
 
“Shit,” Brad moaned, not from pain but the pleasure of being filled.
 
“Take your time. This cock’s not going anywhere.”  Yuzlfitz reached up, rubbing Brad’s muscle tits. The man’s spent cock was waking back up, drooling precum on Yuzlfitz’s abs. Then with one grunt the man sunk down and landed properly on Yuzlfitz’s lap. “Way to go.” the young man cheered before pulling Brad into a kiss. All 10 inches throbbed wildly inside Brad.
 
They made out for a while as Brad's body relaxed and accommodated the dick inside him. Then Brad began to lift himself, before sitting back down.  The man couldn’t exactly be graceful with all that muscle. Returning to Yuzlfitz ‘s lap was more akin to a sandbag dropping. Not that the clown minded. Brad was grunting and moaning all over the place as he remembered how to bounce on a lap.
 
“This is fucking A,” Brad release a guttural moan, arms wrapping around Yuzlfitz ‘s neck. “My bros have got to try this,” he said, speeding up.
 
“It’s that good?”  Yuzlfitz pretended to ask as if he didn’t know. His cock was perfectly sheathed. No way it couldn’t be good.
 
“Definitely, didn’t think I could take this much dick, but fuck,” Brad’s studly demeanor was crumbling the more he rode. “I think I’m gonna nut again, What the fuck?” he said exasperated looking at Yuzlfitz “You about to cum too? Gonna cum in me?”
 
Yuzlfitz made a face that said one thing: Obviously.
 
Brad lost it at the realization, as his cock did an encore presentation, this time spraying the young man’s chest and face. The grip of Brad’s ass made Yuzlfitz push his own hips further up as he reached his limit and dumped his cum inside the birthday boy. Brad went from moaning to mewling as he finally broke, holding on for dear life as the cum sparked his insides. Yuzlfitz’s own special birthday surprise, a stud stuffed cream pie.
 
By the time they got back to the party, Brad’s friends were standing around joking about bro code and some shit.  Yuzlfitz wondered if he should have been concerned at their sudden appearance. He only meant to affect Brad, but the sex had been so good he might have unconsciously repeated it when Brad was talking about his bros. Well, as long as he got paid, no loss for him. Sitting at a picnic table, Yuzlfitz watched as Brad returned. High fives and ass slaps. Like he never left. Brad bent over to get a beer from the cooler.
 
“Dude what’s that?” One of his equally jacked friends pointed to a pearly white trail of cum running down Brad’s leg. He didn’t wait for a response. The man yanked Brad’s shorts down, and had his head in Brad’s ass, eating out Yuzlfitz's load. He pulled out, catching some off his face, to put in mouth. “Dude’s this…this taste like birthday cake!” Soon all of Brad's friends were having a taste.
 
Yuzlfitz smiled to himself. Everyone always enjoyed the birthday surprise.