Infection (Sketch)

It wasn’t like there were a whole lot of options, out in the sticks, so Drew stuck to rest areas and park bathrooms–nowhere near where he lived, of course, he didn’t want to risk being discovered and outed as a faggot, but it worked out alright enough for him. Still, he knew he shouldn’t have sucked that cock. He hadn’t even seen who it was attached to, it had just slid its way through the hole in the side of the stall–something about it had just seemed…off. That greasy, sweaty sheen on it, the cheese around the foreskin, and yet…and yet something about the way it smelled. And fuck, it was huge–he’d always been a bit of a size queen, he had to admit, so he cast his worries to the wind, got down on his knees and started sucking.

The guy wasn’t a quiet one–grunting and snorting. Within a minute, he was cumming in Drew’s mouth, and he couldn’t help but swallow it. It didn’t taste quite right either–it was too thick with an especially bitter taste, but…but he liked it, and when the guy growled at him to “keep sucking, fucker,” he did as he was told, and swallowed down two more loads before the guy finally went soft, pulled his ten inch cock free, and fled the restroom.

The next couple of days, he assumed it was a flu–he called out of work on the second day, his stomach hurt so badly. He didn’t want to eat and he didn’t want to drink, but fuck, was he hungry, he just didn’t know what for. By the third day, it had gotten so bad he was having cramps, and dry heaving. He couldn’t keep anything down, he’d just puke it right back up. The only thing he seemed to be able to stomach was cum. He was fucking horny, the entire time, which was a problem all on it’s own. His cock wouldn’t go soft, and he’d actually succeeded in rubbing himself raw–but every load he shot, he couldn’t stop himself from eating it up–licking it off the his hands, off the floor, anything. Even though he wasn’t feeling better, he went back to his rest areas and sucked cock all night long, as many loads as he could get, and that was the first day that he felt at all better, but only a few hours after he got home, the hunger was back, forcing him back out again, searching for more cock.

He ended up not going back to work. A week after his first encounter, he found a second cock like the first in a park, belonging to an equally desperate cockhound he’d been competing with for loads all night long. As soon as they smelled each other…their lust exploded, and neither of them could stop themselves, sucking down each other’s cum, cleaning their bodies, eating out their holes, the men who found them kept their distance, like they would an animal in the dark, and the two of them paid the other’s no mind. Without saying anything, the two of them knew that it would hurt too much to separate, and so they took off together, splitting off to find cock each night, and keeping each other fed during the day, as they traveled from town to town. It wasn’t much longer before they found a third man like them, who also joined up, and they settled into a rhythm.

In times of clarity, which were few, Drew would occasionally stand in front of some grungy motel or restroom mirror and stare at himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten something other than cum, or drank anything other than piss. He reeked, but showering didn’t interest him in the least. besides, a shower wouldn’t help this smell, this musk rolling off of him. By now, he could have any cock he wanted–no man who smelled him could resist feeding him a load or two. His body had wasted slightly, but it was mostly fat he’d lost. If anything, he seemed…bigger than before, by an inch or two, his muscled more developed than before, his cock longer, his fat balls producing a near constant stream of cum soaking the front of whatever filthy pair of jeans he was wearing at any given moment. The others he lived with were changing similarly, all of them feeling like they were…waiting for something to happen, or waiting for someone to…find them.

Then, one day, while the three of them were in the midst of their mini-orgy, waiting for the sun to go down so they could resume their hunt for cum, they all, at once, smelled something on the other side of the door–something massive, something…someone important. They fell over each other trying to get to the door and flung it open, and found a massive man in the doorway, or something man-like, with a cock hanging to his knees, reeking of their same musk, but…but different. Better. Superior. The man, the thing, whatever he was, it seeded them all, each in turn, multiple times, filling them to the brim with his cum and then left as soon as he’d arrived.

None of them moved for days. It hurt, it ached, whatever was inside him now. Drew was finding it harder and harder to think about anything beyond his swollen cock and balls, but he was so weak, he could barely manage to jack off. It wasn’t human. He wasn’t human. What was he becoming? Why…why did it feel like something was…inside him?