randyrawman

This is so fucking hot. So much cum-swapping. I live for it.

Incredible. Thank you for taking so much time and care to create a truly ball-draining experience. Breed on.

Fucking epic. Love the way your mind works.

Love this story...the exhibitionism, the desperate need to breed and get bred.

Fucking sensational. Love the return of Five-Shot Frankie!

Fucking hot, man. Can't wait for more.

Can't get enough of this hot breeding story. Great job!

Fucking hot. Loving this whole story.

Happy Easter. Hope you right more, stud!

Classic story!

Always love your scorching storytelling. Breed on!

This is really hot. I love the way you write...vivid, sexy, surprising. Hope you post more.

You truly have a gift. Thanks for making me shoot hard.

Love reading about your journey...you really capture the headspace of becoming devoted to pleasing men and taking their cum.

This is fucking great. Love it!

Used to really get into phone back in the AOL chat room days. Could def be into it w u.

Fuck yeah man...love your storytelling and the whole BB shirt thing...BB standing for bareback, of course.

Fucking hot, Vancrawman! So glad to be on this journey with Randy...and your writing always gets me off.

Thanks for all the kind words, studs!

It’s nine thirty in the morning on the Friday leading into Memorial Day weekend and I’m in about the last place I expected to be this morning; lying in a sling, my legs pointed to Jesus with a hot Russian-born man I met all of 17 minutes ago long-dicking me raw with his 9-inch uncut fuckmeat. I look up at the wooden slats in the garage roof and wonder how many other fuckboys have looked up at them before from this same position. “You like that, fucker?” the man rawdogging me asks. “Fuckin’ love it, don’t stop,” I say, even though I have a conference call for work in 15 minutes. “Then fucking open up for me!” “Tryin,” I insist. “I didn’t get fucked much during the pandemic.” “We’ll have to work on that,” he says with a grin then pounds away even harder. ++++ I met this guy through an app, which is how a lot seed-swappers connect these days. But it wasn’t a hook up app, like Grindr or Scruff. No, I owe interior whitewash I’m minutes away from getting to get to the app Offer Up. It started innocently enough. +++++ My neighborhood cross fit box didn’t survive the pandemic and instead of running out a finding another one or joining an overpriced gym, I thought I’d try to improve the home gym set-up in my garage. I log onto Offer Up, which is like a garage sale in your phone—to see if anyone near me is selling any gym equipment. I find a set of three used kettle bells being sold by someone named Vitaly45 who lives about 20 minutes away. I make an offer. He accepts. I have just enough time to pick them up and get back home before my conference call for work. It’s chilly out so I throw on a shiny black down Moncler puffer vest over a black long-sleeved Underarmour compression shirt, and a pair of royal blue three-stripe Adidas tights and head out. Vitaly45’s house is your basic suburban tract house. He advised me by text to "park across the street in front of the church" because his side has street cleaning today and he wouldn’t want me to get a ticket for a five minute stop. Thoughtful. I pull up in front of the church and text, “Here.” “Come around back to garage,” he texts back. I walk around to the side of the house, round the corner and the first thing I see inside the garage is the sweaty, rippling back of a olive-skinned man doing chin ups from a bar hanging from the ceiling. I watch as he knocks out rep after rep. He’s got the V shape of a Men’s Fitness model but he’s a bit thick, too, like a man with a healthy appetite. His legs are like tree trunks, hanging down below a sweat-soaked pair army green silkies. He grunts out the rest of his reps and then drops to the floor. “Hey,” I say. “Oh hey,” he says. “I’m here for the—“ he turns around and the front of him is so fucking hot, the word ‘kettlebells’ flies right out of head, “the, um, things…that you swing…” He smiles like someone who’s used to driving people to distraction. “I think the word you’re looking for is kettlebells.” “Right, yes,” I say. “They’re right over here.” He leads me to the corner where a three gunmetal gray kettle bells—a 35 pounder, a 25 pounder and a 15 pounder—sit in a row on the ground. They’ve clearly gotten a lot of use. “These are perfect,” I say. “Why are you getting rid of them?” “I have another set and uh, those belonged to someone who isn’t in my life anymore.” Interesting. “Got it. Can I Venmo you?” “Sure,” he says. I find his Venmo account, enter the amount, type ‘Kettlebells’ then add an emoji of two cartoon men lifting together. Then, just before I hit send, something compels me to type #BBBH, the Bareback Brotherhood hashtag. He probably won’t see it until later, anyway. “Can I help you load ‘em into your car?” he asks. “Sure,” I say. Just hearing him say the word load makes my rod twitch in my tights. He picks up the 35 and 25 and I pick up the 15. He follows me out the gate, across the street to my SUV. I open in the back of the cluttered hatchback. “Excuse the mess,” I remark. I go to move my gym bag to make room for the weights. A small bottle flies out of the side pocket and skitters across the pavement. My new poppers. Vitaly lifts the toe of his shoe and stops it. Then he picks the bottle up and smiles at me. “Don’t want to let those get away. You never know when you’re gonna need them.” “Well, that was embarrassing,” I say reaching out to take the bottle. But he doesn’t let it go. He just smiles at me...devilishly. “Like who knows? You might be needing them in just a few minutes,” he says, holding my stare. My heart starts to race. And then I start to laugh. Hard. Out of nervous embarrassment. I can’t help it. “What’s so funny, popper boy?” he asks, confused. “It’s just um…I got out of a monogamous relationship a few months ago and the main reason I’m looking to step up my fitness is because, well, I want to have a slutty summer.” “So what does that mean, specifically, that you want to have sex with lots of guys?” "How are you so sure it's guys?" "Bitch, please," he says. And then I'm laughing again. “So yeah, I want to have sex with more guys. I came of age in the 90's...and I was pretty freaked out about sex and a missed out a lot. Now I want to make up for lost time." “Does that mean like multiple hookups a day?” “Sure,” I say. “Or maybe multiple guys at once? “Sure.” “I think that’s a worthy pursuit. Do you take loads?” The way he says that, as casually as if were asking if I’d like a cup of coffee, makes my hole twitch. “Because that’s where everyone is right now. Everyone hot, anyway. A slutty summer where you don’t take loads isn’t really a slutty summer at all, is it? The only person I’ve ever cum inside and whose ever cum inside me is my ex. But breeding is all I think about, all I want to see in porn, all I want to do now. I look Vitaly in the eye and say— “Yes, I take loads. Give them, too. What’s the point if you’re not gonna swap cum?” “Morning, Father Vincenzo,” says Vitaly, looking over my shoulder. Oh shit, who is he talking to? I turn around to see a Catholic priest, with the white collar and whole bit. He looks like Stanley Tucci circa The Devil Wears Prada. He waves to my kettlebell buddy. “Morning, Vitaly,” the priest says. I wait for the priest to disappear into the church then lean in and whisper. “Do you think Father McHot-ass heard what we were saying," I ask, "about taking and giving loads?” “Don’t know,” says Vitaly. “Maybe you bring that up to him at your next confession.” I smile and get momentarily lost in Vitaly’s brown bedroom eyes, then I hear a notification ding on my phone. “Look, I have to be on a conference call in 15 minutes. I better get going.” "Going?" he says. "No. Is it audio or video?” “What does it matter?” I ask. “Because if it’s just audio,” he says, stepping closer and pulling the drawstring on my tights toward him, “you can be on your unimportant call, while I focus on what’s really important; eating, fucking and breeding your hole. Video would make that trickier though not impossible.” I stare at him dumbfounded, not sure what to do. My cock and hole are not conflicted, however. The former is rock-hard and the latter is hungry and twitching. “Look,” he says, with a wicked grin. “Do you really want to make up for lost time or was that just talk?" I think back to the goal I made for myself just last night: quit fantasizing and start fucking. And the most central component of the new leaf I want to turn over is cum. Jizz. Sperm. Semen. Giving it and taking it. The exchange of seed. And here is a smoking hot barebacker offering to start me off with a fresh batch of stranger spunk. I look down at my phone. The conference call is in 13 minutes. “Let’s go,” I say to Vitaly. ++++ And now it’s 10 minutes later and I’m getting rawdogged by Vitaly in a sling that hangs from the same bar in his garage he was doing pull-ups on when I arrived. It took him two minutes to hang it during which time, I got naked…two more minutes to eat my hole open. Then he pulled his cuntflooder out of the leg of his silkies and now he’s been inside me about five minutes, try to get my hungry but a-bit- out-of-practice fuckhole to let him all the way in. “Dude, if you want my load, you’re going to have to open up for me,” he grunts. “I’m trying, fucker,” I admit. “But your dick is fucking huge.” “Then maybe deep down you don’t want my cum inside you,” he taunts. “It’s fucking all I want!” I bark. “I gotta have your cum.” “Where are those poppers?” he asks. I crane my head to the pile of clothes I left on a bench; all the shiny, tight sports gear that’s always turned me on. “They should be in the pocket of the puffer vest,” I grunt. Vitaly pushes the sling away so I slide off his dick, then steps over to get the poppers. He brings me the poppers and the vest. “Here, put this back on. I have a fetish for hot guys in shiny gear.” This morning just keeps getting better and better. “Fuck yeah, man. Me, too.” I lean up and slip the vest over my naked torso. The nylon feels so silky and smooth on my skin. I lean back into the sling and open up the poppers. “You ready, stud?’ I ask. “Fuck yeah,” says Vitaly. “Take a big hit and I’ll go balls deep in one stroke.” I inhale. The poppers work their magic and the next thing I know, Vitaly is inside me to the hilt. “Fuck, I feel so fucking full,” I say. Vitaly starts to thrust….never coming quite all the way out. The sling rocks back and forth. I roll my head back and see Vitaly’s back yard with its tall hedge. We left the garage door open for the breeze. Vitaly assures me it’s pretty private back here but who knows? The entire neighborhood could be watching and listening to this man I just met bareback me. “Damn, I can already feel my nuts starting to churn, fucker,” Vitaly says. "How many days?" I ask. "Dude, you are so in luck," he says. "My mother was in town visiting. She ran me ragged so I didn't have time to jack off let alone, fuck any hole. I literally dropped her off at the airport two hours ago." "So?" "Six days worth," he says. "I shoot pretty huge anyway...so your hole's getting fucking deluged." "Will we need to call FEMA?" "Possibly," he says. Then he reaches into the pocket of my Moncler vest and hands me my cell phone. “Don’t you have a conference call in about a minute?” he asks. “Hold on. You’re suggesting I go on it while I’m getting barebacked in your sling?” “No, stupid,” he says. “The sling's too noisy. We can fuck on the mat during your call.” He pulls out of me with a plop. “Damn, I feel so empty now,” I say. “Not for long,” he says, pulling me up. I plop down on the mat and lay on my back. “No, all fours,” he says. “Doggie.” I get on all fours and arch my back. I feel his cockhead breach my pucker. “Poppers,” he says. I take a hit of poppers and then bam…he’s back inside to the hilt. I close my eyes in ecstasy and when I open them, I notice he’s positioned us in front of a full-length mirror. I can watch my body shudder while Vitaly fucks me. I can see his glorious torso heave and sweat and his handsome face contort in pleasure. He hands me my phone. “Conference call, pigboy,” he says. “We don’t want your Slutty Summer starting off with you getting fired.” “Well, slow your strokes then,” I plead. “I can barely speak with you thrusting like that.” He changes his pace to a very slow and measured long strokes, innnnnn and outtttttt, innnnnn and ouuuuuuuuttt. Fuck, his cockhead is hitting all my spots. I’m leaking precum like a faucet all over the mat. I hold my phone up for face recognition. It doesn’t recognize me with my face contorted in ecstasy. I enter my six-digit code. Then I scroll to the email with the conference code link and click into the meeting. Vitaly smiles like a devil in the mirror as I awkwardly announce myself to the meeting room. I’m not the last to arrive. Good. My immediate superior is. Also good. For the next twenty minutes, I listen and occasionally speak as my company conducts its usual business, all the while Vitaly is sliding in and out inside me, then periodically pulling out to feast on my hole. What’s happening on the call couldn’t be more boring…while what's happening in my hole is pure bliss. When a question is raised on the call related to my specific area, my supervisor asks me to expound a bit. I close my eyes and try to focus on forming words and sentences…and not on the gorgeous hunk of man raw-fucking me at 9:45 on a Friday morning. “So in my experience…” I start into my spiel, pulling facts and figures out of my ass. Not literally, of course. My ass is otherwise engaged. After about two minutes of non-stop monologue-ing, Vitaly smacks my ass playfully and I totally lose my train of thought. “You still there?” a co-worker asks. “Yes, sorry. Just lost the connection for a second.” Then Vitaly goes from eating me back to fucking me and suddenly all is right with the world. “…so that’s what I think the company’s position should be but if you all have other opinions, I’m wide open…” I wink in the mirror as I say that…wanting Vitaly will pick up on the double meaning . Yep, I’m wide open all right…more open than I’ve ever been. And with a guy I just met a few minutes ago. As my supervisor starts into one of his supposedly motivational speeches, I close my eyes and savor the fuck. When I open them a few fuck-eat-fuck rounds later, I gasp out loud. The man gently fucking me in the mirror is not Vitaly. Vitaly is behind the man, kissing his neck and playing with his nipples. No, the man fucking me is Father Vincenzo from across the street. He still has is collar on. In fact, he’s totally dressed, with his glistening cock--a bit fatter that Vitaly’s but not as long--sticking out of the fly of his slacks. I look to Vitaly and give him a look like You’re seriously whoring me out now? Vitaly walks to the corner of the garage and picks up the small white dry erase board he uses to track his sets and reps with. He grabs a black marker, scrawls something and holds it up to me. The letters are backwards in the mirror. I can't make it out so he walks around in front of me while Father Vincenzo keeps up his slow strokes in my hole. His dick is right in my face. He replaces it with the board. “Slutty summer? Y or N?” it says. While I listen to my boss drone on, I grab the board from Vitaly and write my own message while his hard cock hovers inches from my face. “Fucking breed me,” I write. Vitaly takes the pen and writes below my message. “Already did once…" My eyes go wide. You fucking bred me? I mouth to him. He nods yes, then writes, "One load..." on the board, then adds in all caps: "SO FAR." Boy, he didn’t let on at all. It must have been one of those stealth breedings fuckers do when the bottom says he doesn’t want to take the load. The difference in this case is I definitely wanted the load. It's just that my work obligations kept me from audibly begging for it. I move the phone away and whisper to Vitaly, “Didn’t even feel it. Must not have been that big” Vitaly shakes his head then walks around behind me, gently moves Father Vincenzo out of the way and starts eating my freshly bred hole. I relax so that if there is a load in there, it’ll ooze out. I definitely feel wetness…but I figured it was just lube and pre-cum. After a minute or so of eating me out, Vitaly and Vincenzo come together in front of me and drop to their knees. Though I'm still supposed to be engaged in a work call, I watch riveted as these two red-hot fuck-studs start to open mouth kiss. Soon, there it is…a huge white chunk of jizz escaping from Vitaly’s mouth onto Vincenzo’s tongue. More continues to ooze out, dripping out of the corner of Vitaly's mouth like beads on a chandelier. Vincenzo catches as much of it as he can and then the two studs snowball it back and forth. Vitaly’s about to swallow the biggest chunk but he doesn’t. Instead, he coats his index finger with it and coats my lips with it, like it’s some kind of healing balm, which in a way it is. He drags a finger up to my mustache so that the smell of his manseed will be with me the rest of the day. Finally, my supervisor brings the call to a close with a friendly “Have a great holiday weekend everyone,” and we all sign off. I toss the phone onto the mat. “Oh fuck, man. That was torture,” I say. “I don’t know,” Vitaly says with a laugh. “I thought it was pretty fun. What did you think, Marco?" Father Vincenzo's first name must be Marco. Hot. "It was fun...and I definitely could have bred you a few times...but I tend to cum pretty loud when I'm breeding so I held off." "My co-workers thank you," I say. "But now that's done and it's time to dick you down proper," says Vitaly He slides his fuckstick back inside me with one stroke while Father Vincenzo walks around and shoves his fat cock down my throat. I can taste Vitaly's first load on the dick in my mouth. I groan around Marco's leaking log as Vitaly starts to pick up speed. His bull balls are slapping my ass and the sound echoes through the garage. “You ready to get bred?” he barks. “Again?” I pull my mouth of Marco's dick. “No man, I want you to fuck me longer,” I plead. “I'll try," he says and then a few fuck strokes later, he reneges. "Aw fuck, I can’t hold off! Your ass is too hot and wet. I gotta go for my breed.” “Then do it, stud! Fucking flood my hungry hole!" “Here it comes, bro. Milk me! I want you to feel every drop go inside you!” “Do it! Breed me! Breed my fucking hole!” “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNGHHH! UNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNGH!” This time, I feel it; rope after rope after rope of Vitaly’s studcum jet into my spasming asshole. He made sure his first load was undetectable—so to speak—but this one feels like a fire extinguisher going off inside me. I welcome every single sperm cell into my writhing, sweaty, nylon-clad body. After Vitaly and I catch our breath, Marco, who is now naked, stands behind Vitaly and caresses his heaving pecs. “Pull out slowly so no cum comes out,” Marco says. “I want to get him back in the sling to eat out your load before I breed him with mine.” “How many days worth?” Vitaly wonders. “Five,” he says. “Hear that, stud? Our man of the cloth here has a five-day load for your hole. I guess he's pretty busy saving sinners and stuff so it builds up.” I smile up at Father Vincenzo and say, “Seed me father for I have sinned.” That gets a laugh out of all of us. I try to rise from the mat and get weak-kneed from the pile-driving I’ve been taking. Vitaly catches me in his arms, then literally hoists me up so I'm straddling him. "Keep that pucker tight," Marco barks. In this position, it would be so easy to just open up and cause a flash flood on the mat. Instead I contract my hole. Vitaly plops me in the sling. While Father Vincenzo eyes my fuckhole and strokes his throbbing cock, Vitaly places my right foot in a stirrup, then the left. Then he grabs Vincenzo by the cock and guides him to my hole. “Not yet,” Vincenzo says. “I want to felch out your load.” And that he does…for about five minutes, which Vitaly decides to catch on video. Oh fuck, is he getting my face? At this point, I don’t fucking care. After his felch-fest, Father Vincenzo stands up and rams his cock into my hot wet hole. “Ah fuck,” I groan. “Your dick is so thick. It feels so fucking good.” Vitaly goes to stand behind Vincenzo. He whispers in his ear as he fucks, getting up to speed with my story. “Randy isn’t a very seasoned seedswapper,” he explains, "but he wants to be…desperately. He doesn't want a single day to go by without give or receiving a butt-breeding. It's that right, Randy?" "Every day?" I say. "That seems like a lot. I get busy." "It sounds like you need to readjust your priorities," Vitaly says. "Ak, fuck," gasps Marco. "I'm getting close." "Pull out!" Vitaly demands, pulling Vincenzo back by his shoulders. His cock is red, raging and drooling cocksnot all over the mat. "Randy, if you want my buddy Marco's load, you need to spell out right here and right now exactly what kind of slutty summer you want to have." "Okay," I gasp. “Do you want to go to bathhouses, right?” “Fuck yes!” I proclaim. “And sex parties?” “Yes.” "You're gonna be on Breeding Zone and Bareback RT every day, cruising for cock, cum and hole?" "Yes!" "And you're gonna let me text you with assignments that you have to complete? Slut School is in session, fucker, and you'll do anything to please your teacher, right?" "Fuck yes," I gasp. "Just someone fill my guts with more cum!" Father Vincenzo slides back in but Vitaly pushes right up behind him so he can't thrust. "Make him beg," Vitaly whispers in Marco's ear. "Beg for it!” Vincenzo pants, like a man in a trance. "Beg for my fucking spunk." “Give me your seed, father. Add to the monster loads that are already in there. Breed me!” The growling starts deep in Vincenzo’s throat. “GRRRRRRRRRR.” Then erupts in a series of loud groans. “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! Ah, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m flooding your cunt! Take it, pig! Aw, shit, it’s still coming!” “I want it all!” I plead. “Keep seeding me! Paint my guts! “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! AAAAghhhhhhhhhhh!” Just then, without me even touching it, my own cock starts to erupt its cocksnot all over my puffer vest and abs. Vitaly dives gets my cockhead in his mouth in time to taste the last two spurts. “Awwwww fuuuuucccckkkk!” I groan, shuddering. As I come down, Vitaly nurses my cockhead slurping up every drop of cum. Vincenzo churns his load for a bit, then snakes out and dives down to my hole to check his work with his lips and tongue. He sucks on my pucker and pokes his tongue into my hole over and over. “Give me back that seed,” he says. Not having a very seasoned cumtunnel, I'm not sure what muscles to try and relax. Instead. I just visualize the loads sliding out of me and sure enough, it works. I hear Vincenzo groan with pleasure as he felches me out. When he pulls back and stands up, I can see my cummed-up fuckhole in the mirror, all wet and juicy and raw. “Grab my phone, Vitaly,” I say. “I need a shot of my wrecked hole.” Vitaly snaps a few shots of my happy cumhole. Click. Click. Click. “Hashtag hole goals,” he quips. “I’m getting some shots of your stomach too because that shiny vest looks so hot with your jizz all over it.” Click. Click. Click. ++++ A few minutes later, all three of us are dressed again. I'm wearing the cummed-up Moncler vest on top with no shirt underneath. We let Vincenzo walk back out on his own first, so as not to raise any eyebrows. “Later brothers,” he says before walking back to plan that Sunday's mass. Then Vitaly and I walk back at my car. I have a swagger now that I didn't have before. This could truly be the beginning of a major transformation, especially if Vitaly is as into monitoring my slut progression as he seems. “I feel like I got a really good deal on these kettle bells,” I say. “You think so, huh?” Vitaly says. “Oh yeah. I’ll definitely give you a high rating on the Offer Up app.” Vitaly pulls something from behind his back that I didn’t realize he was carrying. “Here’s a little bonus item.” He hands me the white board. He pulls out his phone, stands next to me and before I have time to think about anything, snaps a selfie of the two of us holding the board which still has “FUCKING BREED ME!” written on it in my handwriting and “ALREADY DID ONCE” in Vitaly’s below it. Then he hands me his phone. “Type in your number and I’ll text you that pic,” he instructs. “And the other clips I shot, too. Don't worry, I won't share or post anywhere, unless you decide that should be part of your slutty summer project.” “I would appreciate that,” I say. "Look," he says. "I think you're really hot and fun and I'm really turned on by the idea of being like your...I don't know what the term would be... "Fuck Coach," I offer. "I like that," he says, then puts his hand under my nylon vest and caresses by chest and stomach. "I'm serious about it if you are." I feel my breath catch in my throat. I just nod. Yes. Vitaly grabs a towel from my hatchback and wipes the whiteboard clean. Then he uncaps the marker he brought and draws a line straight down the middle of the board. He writes LT on side and LG on the other, then he makes three small hashmarks under the LT. “LT is for Loads Taken. LG is for Loads Given. Right now it’s at zero. We’re not counting the one you shot because it didn’t go inside another pig…but it does look awfully sexy splattered all over that vest.” He pinches a glob of seed off the nylon and sucks it off his fingers. “I want this board filled up by Labor Day," he says. "What do you say to that?" I say, "Yes, Fuck Coach."

Fuck. this story is so fucking hot. Great job!

Here’s another hot installment written by @Vancrawman. I’m so glad he’s picked up the story and is running with it. Love his writing. Turns out dirty minds think alike. MAC MEN 16: THE DOCTOR WILL SEED YOU NOW part 2 Dr Tom gives way to the new member of the group, and my buddy Angel lubes up his thick pole and before I know it, he’s thrusting it up into me. As many times in the past few months as Angel has fucked and bred me – probably around 30 times by now, it still feels like the first time way back on the cum-stained mattress at Shudder… Angel takes a minute to let me adapt to it, or so I thought, but in reality, Dr. Tom had made his way around Angel and planted his raw cock up my buddy’s hole as well and Angel has merely paused his anal invasion into me to adapt to the furry ginger cock now impaling him. Dr Tom begins his pulsing and throbbing into Angel, who lets it just occur without him thrusting into my fucktunnel any further. Dr Tom’s movements with his raw dick in Angel are pushing Angel into me and withdrawing on the outbound motion. Angel is moaning softly at this until Stavros, now standing on the desk over me, moves to get his Greek sausage into Angel’s waiting mouth. Jason, the Office Manager scurries over onto the expansive desk and gets his very thick and rigid ebony member right into my mouth and he’s tall enough to reach his tongue into Stavros’ crack and rims him as well. It’s a regular game of Sex Twister here as all the combinations and configurations get switched and reassembled – Dr Tom pulls out of Angel’s sweet hole and they rearrange with Dr Tom now bareback thrusting into my gape and Angel fucking the good Doctor from behind. A few minutes later, it’s Stavros, dismounting from the desk and mounting me with his throbbing Greek cock making its way inside me and Dr Tom and Angel taking turns fucking the Greek from behind. Jason completes the fucktrain by getting his pole inside Dr Tom as he’s pounding into Angel who’s pounding into Stavros, who’s still pounding into me. No sooner than I’m really getting into this revolving door of fucking and sucking , then I feel Stavros’ breathing heighten and he’s now pounding into me in a testosterone-fueled ferocity and I know I’m getting Load #1 (It’s actually my 3rd load collected today – Angus bred two cumloads into me this morning before work). He grabs my neck from behind and is thrashing into me pulling me closer to get his fat cock deeper and deeper into me, to complete the imminent insemination. At last, I feel waves of warm seed flooding my hole and Stavros pulses his tool about 10 times into my fucktunnel, pushing into my ass even harder on the last pulses, before finally pulling out. Dr Tom has been fucking Stavros this whole time, trying to keep up with the Greek’s wild thrashing but now that he’s deposited his hot load up my hole, Doctor moves Stavros aside and re-plants his rigid member up inside me to push around the Greek seed. Jason moves behind his employer Doctor Tom and begins barefucking him - matching his thrusts up the ginger hole of the doctor with doctor’s thrusting into me. Stavros, his cock still stiff and rigid, brings it up on the desk for me to clean off. I see Angel and the little twink Travis have moved over on the big leather couch – they are flip-fucking back and forth, impaling each other’s buttholes with their hard rods. Stavros finishes with my mouth and moves over there to plant his pole up Angel’s ass. Meanwhile, Dr Tom is nearing his own eruption of manjuice up into my hole as I feel him bucking like a bronco riding a bull. Another sensation of warm manseed fills my hole as Dr Tom unleashes a torrent of the stuff inside me – I think I feel about 12 spurts from his cock. As Dr Tom withdraws, Jason steps up and takes his place in the fuckchain – this gorgeous God doesn’t take long to get to the cum explosion – Dr Tom’s expert hole warmed him up for me and now I’m receiving the black stud’s load, all 10 or so cumsplosions. My hole feels so wet and warm…I know a lot of the seed from the three massive loads I just took is starting to run down my legs. It’s then I notice Greg on the phone, his hard wet cock standing out to attention, but he’s talking to someone. He tries to rush them off the phone but it’s not working. I disengage myself and make my way over to where Greg, as I now hear, is talking to someone about lab results. His cock is just what you’d expect from a 6’5” blond God – long and fat and precumming already even though he hasn’t fucked anyone yet. This is all the invitation I need as I bend over and back my wet cummy hole onto his rigid member and begin riding it. That is the great thing about these orgies among Shudder buds – everybody does everybody and nobody gets left out. Dr Tom and Jason have switched places and now Jason buries his pole deep into Doctor’s guts. His fucking is long and deep and gaining in strength and intensity as he goes on. Jason changes up his fuckpattern and starts ramrodding it into the ginger’s cunt, shaking and shuddering as a load of his manseed gets planted deep up the Doctor’s behind. Dr Tom of course then gets Jason’s cock cleaned off with his mouth, then walks over to me, still impaled on Greg’s member, to me to share some cum. As usual with Shudder Studs, Jason’s stiff cock doesn’t go down one bit and he switches over to the group on the couch, planting his still-raging boner right into Travis’ butt and resuming his power thrusting. Angel wastes no time and mounts up on Jason and another fucktrain gets going on the couch. Dr. Tom and I kiss and share some of Jason’s seed for a long time – and as Greg is still on the phone, trying to get rid of whoever he’s talking to, I feel his cock expanding and then it erupts his juice inside me. This is my Load #4 of the orgy and we’ve only been fucking around for about 40 minutes. I dismount off of Greg, swallow down his still-engorged cock and then make my way over to the big leather couch where the action has shifted and the sex configurations have scrambled once again. Angel now has Travis on all fours and his power fucking into him now, Travis sucking on Jason’s rigid dick. Stavros and Doctor Tom are flip-fucking every few minutes. Dr Tom then peels off to give his ginger firestick to Travis’s available mouth while I reach up behind Stavros, and with my lubed cock ready at the entrance to his hole, plunge it up there, my first fuck of the group session commencing into his tight warm passage. There’s some load already in Stavros hairy hole but I’m not sure it’s from this group right now or if this Mr Olympus was taking cum before my appointment…at any rate, it feels warm and wet and I’ve got a good stroking motion in and out working and as I think it’s getting close to my first eruption of seed of this impromptu orgy, I feel someone at my back door pushing their cock into me…I’m not looking at the moment who is now fucking me, as I’m focused on getting my seed into this Greek’s magic mancunt right now. I came twice with Angus this morning, but like all Shudder studs, the cum is nearly limitless once you accept your fate and now I feel my load gathering and the pressure building and then it all floods into this hot nurse Stavros’ fuckchute. Only after I finish my tenth spurt of load up into Stavros do I look behind to see who’s making my cummy wet hole their home right now…it’s Travis, the little twink who is packing a not-little instrument between his legs, going to town on my hole now, grabbing my neck from behind and pounding down into me. I know there’s gonna be a breeding soon – Shudder Studs just know when they’re gonna get a load, and this is no exception. The twink violently shakes behind me and digs into me deeper as his fat cock deposits 8 huge injections of twinkseed into me. My hole can barely contain it all now, this Load #5 inside me and a lot of the spunk starts leaking out of me which Travis greedily laps up. He brings the gift over to Dr Tom who has made his way over to the couch and is currently being impaled on Jason’s thick tool. Dr Tom is sucking down – or rather Stavros has his dick buried down the Doctor’s throat and he emerges from Stavros to breathe a bit and snowball the gift of seed from my hole that Travis has brought him. Stavros takes his opportunity and descends on the twink and before Travis knows what’s what, Stavros is up inside him pounding out another load of Greek dressing into the bubble-butted twink. At that same moment, Jason pops off up Dr Tom’s butt and two Gods share a look and a high-five across their respective conquests’ sweaty backs. Doctor Tom stands up and announces “Ok guys, time to take Randy for a spin one by one! Line up over the desk!” Simultaneously , but as if it was totally planned, Stavros, Travis, Jason, Greg, Angel and the Doctor arrange themselves side by side bent over the desk, exposing all their holes for me. “Randy, you choose the order you want, but you’re not stopping the fucking until every one of us has a load from you!” A challenge like this I am up for, and I think in my head how to arrange these 6 studs… “Stavros,’ I command, “I just gave you a load 15 minutes ago, you line up on the right,” pointing him over to the 6th and final position. “Angel, you go on his left,” I order him into position. Angel’s received many of my cumloads the past months, I want to let the others get theirs first. “Jason, you take Position #1. I wanna breed you first.” The others left, Greg, Travis and Doctor Tom, all make mock jealous noises as I order the next man into position. “Travis, you’re after Jason, then Greg for #3 and Doctor, you get Position #4.” I line up my stiff cock at Jason’s hole, dark but with a pink ring around it. It’s too good-looking not to get a taste of. He senses me dropping down into rimming position and his hole opens up for my tongue as it probes inside his opening – there’s someone’s cum up there but I didn’t keep perfect track of who bred who yet, so I’ve got no idea whose load I’m eating out of the ebony god’s hole. I stand back up and make a no-hands entry of my hardon into Jason, not stopping until it’s all the way in there. He takes my fuck expertly, first I work it slowly and rock it back and forth a bit, side-to-side…it’s too good a hole to just pump it and dump it. I’m working on Jason while the other guys are touching and grabbing each other, waiting their turn for my Shudder Stallion cock and seed. Doctor Tom is bent over to his right sucking on Angel’s fat tool – the one that initiated me into this cumstud life and who I’ll always be grateful to. Stavros leans over and down to his left and tongues Angel’s cummy manhole, while Greg rims his neighbor on his right, Doctor Tom and Travis helps himself on his left to Jason’s pole, bouncing in his mouth while I pummel the man’s hole. Jason is reaching his climax soon, I can tell from the contractions his ass is making on my thrusting cock and this makes me super close too, to inseminating this stud. We pop off together, Jason delivering several shots of seed into Travis little twink mouth and me with 11 or 12 pulsations up into Jason’s sweet passage. I savor the hole and my manseed up there for only a couple of moments, though, for there’s twink hole on the menu next. I stride to my right and without a word, just plant it straight into Travis who is still sucking down Jason’s huge cumload. And this repeats itself down the line of Shudder Studs – I seed Travis profusely with my DNA, my third load going into this boyhole is just as big as the first two. Greg gets my cum next as I bend him down further on the desk to better violate the 6’5” of man that he is. He never stops sucking off Dr Tom on his right as I pound my Load #4 into the tall man’s ass. Doctor Tom explodes his spermjuice into Greg just as Greg takes my fourth load. Doctor Tom being next, and I know he’s got a few loads in his hole already so I make sure to felch out a bit and as I do, I feed it back to Angel on the right. Dr Tom is working on Angel’s fat manmeat as I enter the doctor’s fucktunnel and in a few minutes of rough fucking, I’m pounding my Load #5 into his ginger ass. That must make 5 or 6 loads up the Doctor’s hole by now and I scoop up some of the leaking cum and offer it to my BFF Angel, who I sidle over to fuck and breed next. “Wasn’t I right about my buddy Randy, men? The guy’s a fucking machine.” Angel turns back to me, “Angus told me he took two loads from you this morning, and you just dropped 5 huge cumloads on us, Randy,” he says smiling devilishly. “You sure you got more in these balls,” he asks, cupping my manhood. “Let’s find out, Angel,” I tell him. Get on the desk and take my fuck!” With that I bend over my buddy Angel, the man who has irrevocably changed my life for the better, all because I had a broken laptop a few months back. I have grown to love this man, he awakened in me my destiny, and I could seriously see myself living with Angel, as long as we get to fuck and breed as many men as we want to. I kiss deeply at Angel’s spermy hole, he’s got a few loads of manseed up there already, it opens for me in a beautiful round gape – my tongue snakes it way a couple of inches inside his hot cumtunnel. Just then, a thought occurs to me that Angel and I should start a joint fans account. As I stand and push my raging boner up into him, I think how it would work: Angel and I on the prowl for hot manmeat, we find our prey and bring him home to tag him, tag-team style. Or he tags us, the possibilities are endless, all the men, all the combinations, different groups, different scenes. As I am digging out Angel’s hole with my cock, I’m whispering in his ear all of what I’m thinking. He’s nodding in agreement “Fuck yeah, man, we get to fuck and breed at will AND make money at it?” Dr Tom stops Angel’s sentence by placing his gingerdick up his mouth and I go back to concentrating on Angel’s warm fuckhole and pretty soon I’m blasting my 6th load of this orgy, -- the 8th of the day for me - into my best bud’s loose wet fuckchute. “We gotta finish this conversation, later,” I say to him, still breathing heavily after dicking him down. My dick is still hard – it just won’t go down and I step two feet to my right to it’s next waiting target – furry Greek hole named Stavros. My mind is racing with all the hot sex and fandom Angel and I could garner, and as I ponder this, I begin working on a slow and steady in and out action on Stavros, my cock angry red from all the man-fucking it’s been doing today but still hard and ready for more… Stavros’ hole is so warm and inviting, I don’t last long at all up in him, and pretty soon my ninth load of the day, and second in this Greek passage, is blasting from me. I feel nine or ten shots of hot sperm from my balls right into his hole. I withdraw and pause to catch my breath a bit. I’m pretty wiped out physically at the moment but excited at the business proposition I’ve come up with. Both myself and Angel had considered creating fan pages – I’m pretty tired of my job as it interferes with my fucking every day, and I know Angel can’t stand the computer store anymore. I’m still thinking about this when Jason and Travis apprehend me and push me down to the floor on top of Jason’s nine-inch prize. It goes right in and instantly I’m riding it up and down. Travis leans me forward and gets me into classic double-fuck position and before I know it, both fat cocks are throttling in and out of my hole. “Yeah, I think to myself, we need to have a lot of double-fucking on our fan page.” Greg walks over fresh from planting seed in Dr Tom again and my mouth devours his cock in one gulp, down to the base. The next two hours begin to be a blur as all 7 of us Shudder Stallions just keep going at it, mouths on cocks and holes, cocks down guys throats and up their holes, lots more seed gets spilled. I break my personal record with two more loads during this orgy, making 11 for the day. Finally, around midnight and after fucking for hours, we break up into small pairings just talking and holding each other. Angel and I are kissing deeply and talking about our joint fan page. “’Randy/Angel’ we can call it, we both say almost in unison. EPILOGUE: It’s two months later, and Angel and I have a sick apartment and filming setup in West Hollywood and we film content almost every day now. Angus has been a regular contributor to our scenes, he’s started doing studio porn and a fan page himself, his kilt being prominently featured. Ron at the Leather Shop has expanded his business and we make sure to feature his products on all our leather-themed scenes. Ron renovated a big room at the back of his shop with slings and a fuckwall – a kind of mini-Shudder Club. He started his own site, and all the Shudder guys – Oscar, Rafi, Brian and Eric, Frankie and Damien all contribute scenes.

Here’s another hot installment written by @Vancrawman. So grateful for him picking up the story and running with it. His writing is so hot and horny. Enjoy. MAC MEN 15: THE DOCTOR WILL SEED YOU NOW part 1 “And how many sexual partners have you had in the last 3 months, Sir?” he asked me, the shirt of his scrubs barely holding in his chest and biceps, the deep V-neck exposing tufts of dark chest hair. I was having trouble concentrating on this doctor’s office visit once I saw the doctor’s hot nurse. As he shifted in his chair, the nametag attached to the waist of his scrubs fell carelessly over his leg toward his crotch and I peered between his massive thighs to read his name: “Stavros.” “I’m sorry, what?” I said to him, dick-stracted by this gorgeous Greek god in front of me. But I made an effort to concentrate – after all, Angel told me this gay doctor was where all the Shudder guys go…he must be good, and based on the quality of the front desk staff (young twink receptionist named Travis), the muscle-bound African-American office manager in the tightly fitting suit who I saw in the hallway (Jason), the lab assistant who, three days ago, had me do all the usual cumslut testing, and drew a blood sample from me (blond, about 6’5” named Greg), and now nurse Stavros, I figured I was in the right place. I refocused my mind to try to come up with a number to Stavros’ question. Thinking to myself, there was meeting and hooking up with Angel, Ron, Oscar and Bryan, then the Shudder Party, many further hookups in the gym just before closing time, the double-penetration fuckfest with Erik and Bryan, several more fuck sessions with Angel, Oscar and Ron, the incredible Armband Party where I fucked about 20 holes – I lost count after we all went back in for more mansex after a break in the kitchen, several late night rawfucks with Angus in our apartment building, a few pump-and-dump cumdumps Angel and I sampled, and, oh yeah, I flipfucked with Damien again in his classic car just 5 days ago. “Honestly,” I told Stavros, I’ve been really busy in that department lately,” sheepishly smiling, “I’d say about 200, give or take.” I looked up at the ceiling to try to calculate more in my head, I know I was missing a few fucks and sucks here and there…. “It’s fine, Sir, I don’t need the exact number,” just an estimate – was he reproaching me? I couldn’t tell. “My, you have been busy,” he resumed, “well, we’re here to make sure your fun can continue unabated.” “Does the doctor see all the guys in my…social club,” I asked, casually referring to Shudder as a “social club.” “Well, that I’m not sure about, but I see you were referred by Angel, who refers a lot of patients, yes.” He said, the barest of a smile cracking his professional nursing exterior. “So, I have all your results back,” he started. And now I’m thinking ‘what has all my raw fucking spree made me pick up.’ “The doctor can explain them all in detail, but let me just tell you that they’re all clear,” Stavros says back to me. I guess I look surprised so he says, “Did you expect a different result?” “Well, I’ve had a lot of sex lately with a lot of different guys…” “It would seem so, Sir,” he says, looking down at the notepad where he wrote “200” in response to my answer and then I see also that he circled the “200” it a few times, also. “Of course, 200 was only an estimate, right?” he follows up, smiling at me. Your friend Angel who is like, I guess, the recruitment director for your ‘social club,’ he sends a lot of patients our way, and funny enough, there’s almost never a problem.” “Let me take your blood pressure,” he says as he moves in closer and takes my arm in his strong hands, and as he attaches the cuff on my arm,” he feels my bicep “You work out a lot, don’t you Sir?” “You can just call me Randy, it’s ok, and yeah I work out every day, it’s kind of my outlet from work pressure and stuff.” “Oh, but you have another outlet, too, don’t you,” showing me the notepad with the ‘200” circled on it. He removes the cuff. “Your blood pressure is fine.” “The doctor will be in shortly to go over some things with you – he’s just finishing up with another patient. Then I’ll be back in case there’s anything else you need, you’re our last patient for the day but we’ll be here for you for anything,” and with that, on his way out of the room, he briefly rests his hand on my knee in a still-professional way, but follows it up with a small squeeze that maybe isn’t so professional. Stavros is good, not just at nursing, but at being just cagey enough that I can’t tell if he’s flirting with me. I wait a few minutes by myself, which gives me time to recall some more hot raw mansex that I’ve had recently – there was that WeHo porn couple I fucked with for their subscription fanpage – they didn’t show my face but halfway through the fuck, about the time they were double-fucking me, I thought to myself maybe I should be capturing my exploits on camera like this…I did shoot 4 huge loads in 60 minutes for those guys; it’s been their most-viewed video this year, and I got referred by them to a bunch of other porn guys to shoot scenes with. Then there was the work trip to San Diego where I got away to the nude beach after work one day…I was sitting on the beach, reading a book, naked and cock out and enjoying some Vitamin D, -- nature’s testosterone -- when this hot Latino guy walked by. I could see him checking me out as he walked past, turned and walked back in front of me. I put down my book and saw his bronzed round butt glistening in the afternoon sunlight, and meaty cock swinging between thick muscly thighs. He didn’t say a word to me, just motioned for me to follow him. Another breeding to occur - so of course I follow him – I see him ahead of me turn and go behind some sand dunes. When I get there, he’s leaning up against a driftwood log and his hole is open and waiting for me. He’s got a small bottle of lube, which he hands me. I lube up and my steel-hard dick enters him in one motion. He still hasn’t said a word, just a low moan as I thrust it in and out. It feels like there’s a couple of loads up there already…I’ve got good deep strokes up his hole and it feels so good – just the perfect release after a long work day. I gift his talented hole with a big load of seed, thank him and walk back to my spot on the beach. Then I think back to the time Ron and I took his young nephew, Clay, to a sex club and positioned his sweet 22-year old ass up on a bed in the sleazy club – that is, after we each had provided a load for it to be lube for whoever wanted to breed the boy next. Ron and I advertised the available boyhole on Twitter, then wrote the room number on the big board in front of the club for all to see, then went on to other exploits in the club while man after man made that 22 year-old his breeding ground. After a couple of hours we came back to Clay and, based on the magic-marker hashmarks we asked guys to add to his back, he had 16 loads in his hole and a faraway smile on his face. I had shot 3 loads already at the club but the sight of Clay’s mancunt glistening with loads sent me over the edge and back up his hole my cock went to breed load #17 into the perfect boypassage. Ron snuck up behind me while I was fucking his college-boy nephew and penetrated me which tipped me over and my fourth load of the night shot into the twink, my cock coated with strangercum as I pulled it out and plugged it into Clay’s waiting mouth. Ron took that opportunity to plug his nephew with his fat cock and in no time, Clay had earned his 18th cumload of the night. I’m a little lost in my sexual reverie and now totally hard when the door opens and the Doctor comes in. I try to cover my crotch with my hands to hide it, but this is not very successful, especially once I get a look at the Doctor. He’s a handsome ginger man, in super good shape, bearded…I feel like I know him from someplace but can’t place it. “Hello, I’m Doctor Grant, but everyone just calls me Doctor Tom.” Looking down at Stavros’ notes, he says “You’ve been quite the busy guy, Randy,” his pen stopping at the number 200 for a moment…”how’s that going for you? Are you enjoying yourself? It looks like you’re enjoying yourself a bit right now,” he says with a mischievous smile. “Yes, Doctor Tom, I guess you could say I’ve been making up for lost time, I’ve had more sex in the past couple months than I did in the 20 years before that. But just want to make sure I don’t pick anything up or if I do, I get it taken care of.” “A responsible sexual being…we like that here in this office. Your friend Angel – well, he’s my friend, too…Angel sends me many patients he’s brought into his circle.” “You know Angel?” “Angel and I go way back,” he says. Now are there any medical questions I can answer for you? And you can just speak plainly, Randy, we’re all men here with the same interests.” “Well, Doctor Tom, as I said, I’ve been having a lot of sex lately. Angel really awakened something in me, and I’ve been going to a lot of sex parties and having a lot of hookups, and even if I shoot my load, I’m always still totally hard after and can easily cum four or five times more. Is that normal, or is that a sign of something else? I think about sex and men and giving and taking loads all the time. Am I a sex addict?” Doctor Tom just laughs, “Randy, in addition to all the standard post-sex bloodwork, we checked your testosterone level -- it’s through the roof. Well, that’s not a medical term, but it’s very high…all the working out and heavy lifting you’ve been doing is responsible for that. You’re a young, fit, highly sexual guy, it’s not surprising. And it seems from what Angel tells me, you’ve got a real exhibitionist streak. Just enjoy it and be responsible and come see us regularly. And also, as you now know, once you meet Angel and attend a Shudder Party, you just want more and more and more. If I wasn’t a science guy, I’d almost think Angel has some magic potion to make men super studs.” I nod my head. I’m relaxing a bit in front of this handsome doctor. I notice for the first time how his shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his hairy chest, and how when he turned to his side, his shirt opened up just enough for me to spy a big nipple piercing beneath the ginger fur. “Oh, I agree totally about Angel he’s got some magic in his…potion…if you know what I mean.... I’m starting to relax, making no effort to hide my hardon, wondering if I’ll ever get a chance to fuck and get fucked by this hot ginger doctor. “And you know about Shudder?” I ask him…I see him looking at the clock as it strikes 5:00pm. “The office is now closed,” he says abruptly. I’m looking confused for a moment I think I have offended him in some way. He continues, “So now, I’m out of the office -- which means, now I can tell you, yes, I know about Shudder. I’ve been to many of them, although I couldn’t make the last one, which was your initiation there, right? “Yeah,” I say, wondering where this is going – could this be leading to a fuck? Everything does for me these days! My cock is pointing straight up in the cheap medical gown they have me wearing. “Angel told me all about it when I hooked up with him 2 days later. It sounded so hot…and then he told me about the Armband Party, so I made a point of going to that one,” he moves in closer to me, putting his hands on my knees as I sit with my erection on the exam table. “You and I met at the Armband Party,” he whispers into my ear. “You laid that thick pipe into my hole and I shot a 10-shot cannon of jizz straight into the air, Stud!” He leans in and kisses me deeply. He grabs my ramrod cock. “I’ve been craving for that hard cock of yours again, Randy…you got time now to retire to my office?” he asks, pointing to the door on the left. I remember him now, of course I do – he was the hot ginger I rapid-fucked after Brian Bonds but before I got into Angus’ hole. He was the hot bearded ginger in that sequence of guys one after the other who rode my cock and they all spewed their hot seed while doing it! Angel’s “circle,” as Doctor Tom calls it, is seemingly everywhere…I see guys I’ve fucked or who’ve fucked me in the gym, at the gas station, in my apartment building, at the movies, it’s Angel’s own community of hot rawfucking manhood. Sometimes when we see each other, it leads to a fuck right then and there and sometimes just a knowing nod and a quick “Hey.” And now I find out I’ve already fucked the hot Doctor in front of me – his cum rained down on me and Angel and Angus licked it off of my face and chest! He takes me by the arm and directs my hands over his tight pants and bulging crotch…We walk into his private office – where Stavros is waiting, naked and ass up on the doctor’s desk… Stavros’ arched back and round firm ass are staring back at me as Dr. Tom motions for me to come closer. “I know he’s been waiting for your hot cum cannon, Randy,” he explains, stripping off his lab coat and shirt, exposing his big chest with the carpet of ginger fur and 2 elongated pierced nipples. I go to eat the Greek’s ass. As I begin the rimjob on Stavros’ furry butthole, Doctor Tom moves up behind me, lifting up the flimsy medical gown - his hands exploring my ass and reaching to my waiting hole. “In fact, we all have been waiting for that cock and your hole, Randy,” and with that he sinks to his knees, spreads my cheeks and starts eating my hole. “Nice to see the party’s getting started,” someone says in the doorway. I turn from Stavros hairy butt to see Jason, Greg and Travis come in, wrapped in towels, fresh from a shower someplace. They all start sucking on each other’s thick cocks. Greg, the 6’5” tower of gorgeous blond masculinity, gets himself in front of Stavros’ mouth and the Greek god swallows Greg’s fat meat in one big thrust. Dr Tom continues his tonguefuck of my open hole but pauses long enough to say “And there’s one more patient coming to join us, who I think you know, Randy,” Tom announces, and in walks the one and only Angel.

This story is fucking spectacular! Damn, you're a master!

This series is fucking awesome!