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Marcos was your average college student, he got into school on a soccer scholarship, loved the gym, would go to parties, you know the whole nine miles. That was until now. Marcos was walking down his street after practice going home when some friends were gathered in the street so he decided to say hello.

 “ Wassup! “ he said, to which his friend Thomas replied “ Haven’t seen you in forever dude, yo have you met Cesar? Hes new to the street. “ Cesar was tall, dark, he seemed to be very sweaty even though it was mid fall, and he kept looking at Marcos very weirdly. He noticed that his big arms had scabs on them all over, and a gash on his hand was still healing. 

“ Whats goin on dude? “ Marcos said, trying to break the silence. Cesar just kept looking him up and down and when his and Marcos eyes met he winked at him. Marcos was very uncomfortable if not enough the wink did it. “ Well alright, yo I’ll catch yall later, I gotta get home and get out of these clothes, see yall. “ He dabbed up Thomas and a couple of the other guys avoiding Cesar. The other guys started going the opposite direction from Marcos, when he started to walk home he felt someone grab his arm. It was Cesar.

 “ Why you grabbing me for dude? “ Marcos yelled. Cesar leaned in and said “ I want you and your fat ass. “ Cesar loosened his grip and Marcos pulled his arm back and started to jog away hurriedly. Marcos makes it home and drops his stuff off at the door, while his older brother sits on the couch watching the news. “ Yo come look at this! “ Marcos' brother said. Marcos walks over to see what he's watching. “ Earlier this week the body of a Brownsville college student was found at the site of a car crash. He was found in the passenger side but the location of the driver remains unknown at this time. “ Marcos listened dumbfounded, while his brother was intrigued. “ Can you believe this shit? No way that they weren’t criminals or something. “ 

Marcos looked at his brother then started to walk towards his room. “ There's no way of knowing for sure bro, we don’t know what the hell happened. “ Marcos said. “ I don’t know dude, motherfucker sounds dangerous to me, it's only one town over, he could be here. Hell he could be on this street. “ Marcos closed his door and from his room shouted, “ You watch too much news dude! “ Marcos plopped on his bed and just stared at his ceiling for a second, thinking about what happened. Thinking about the accident, that dude Caesars and his cuts. It all got too much and he sat up and started to take off his bracelets and other shit when he forgot he left his bag out by the front door. Marcos gets up and goes back in the living room now with his brother asleep on the couch with the news still playing. “ Pfft lazy ass. “ 

He goes to the front door to grab his bag when he discovers the door is open. He begins replaying in his mind if he had forgotten to lock the door or maybe he didn’t shut it all the way, maybe it was a gust of wind. He takes a step outside and looks around at the dark street dimly lit by the greenish hue of the street lamps. He comes back inside, closes the door, locks it, and grabs his bag and makes his way to his room. It was probably nothing he thinks he's just paranoid. After all, is the neighborhood he lives in bad? Yes but everyone likes him and his brother so no one would hurt them. He goes back to his room and sets his bag down on his bed, still uncomfortable. Partially because of something he was wearing. Recently after a soccer clete accident with another player's balls, Coach made everyone wear jock straps with cups. Marcos has never worn them so he’s still getting used to them, after all he didn’t want his balls to be crushed. That's when he notices the dirty clothes on the floor have been moved in an area he hasn’t touched yet. He stands up now feeling paranoid again, and slowly walks to his closet thinking obviously that’s where someone could be hiding. He places his hand on the door handle and takes a deep breath, and he opens it fast. No one is in his closet. He exhales in relief, when he turns around he gets punched in the face knocking him out.

 After what felt like a second but was really an hour and a half he starts to come to, now on his bed. His vision is still adjusting but he can make out a shadowy figure in the corner of his room. The figure begins to move closer to Marcos and now he is fully seen. “ Hope your beauty rests was nice, sweet cheeks. “ It was Cesar. “ What the hell are you doing in my house!? “ Marcos shouted. Cesar chuckled laughing at Marcos. “ Cute. You obviously know who I am, when I broke in I noticed you and your brother watching work on the news. And before you ask yes, I’m a criminal, and yes I’m dangerous. Unless you do as I say. “ Marcos looked at Cesar without giving a second thought and said, “ I ain’t doin shit you say, I’m calling the police, people will know if I go missing! “ 

Cesar got closer to Marcos and grabbed his face with one hand firmly and got face to face with him. “ Oh I know that, I’m not going to hurt a single fucking hair on your head, don’t worry. You're too hot to do that to. “ Marcos was wincing and struggling till Cesar let go and pushed his head backwards. “ Besides, the cops have already been called. “ Marcos was confused, why the hell would he call the cops? It doesn’t seem like hes the remorseful type. “ Why would yo- “ Cesar stopped Marcos with his finger to his lips before he could get another word in. “ Shhh, don’t speak, it's clear in our relationship I'll be the one dominating, especially the conversation. I called them to report the murders of your neighbors next door, the old couple. Yeah they’re gone. They saw me following you and recognized me from the newspaper and called the police about a suspicious man outside your home.  But luckily it won’t be known as a murder, I made it seem natural in their death. But the cops are still coming and very slowly may I add, and of course they’ll ask you questions about it. “ Marcos , still very confused, was hesitant to speak so as to not get finger squashed again. “ I can see your confused still, well you're gonna tell them you haven’t seen me. “ Marcos got really angry now that he said that. “ The fuck I am! As soon as they get here I’m finna tell them all of it. “

 Cesar chuckled and began to strip, Marcos once again grew very uncomfortable. “ What the hell are you doing! We are not fucking! I ain’t a fag! “ Marcos shouted. Cesar finally got to his underwear bulge out and looked with a very serious face at Marcos. “ For now. “ Cesar turned around with his ass to Marcos and began to crawl inside of Marcos. Marcos struggled and tried to scream as Cesar's big stinky ass feet were shoved down his throat, feeling every coarse hair on his legs in his throat. “ Don’t struggle, I’ll just enjoy it more. “ Cesar said cheekily. Marcos fell onto his back on the bed grasping his sheets while he was swallowing this man. Cesar's long thick hair thighs were making their way through with his ass in Marco’s face. 

While sliding in to make things easier Cesar ripped a long wet fart right into Marco’s face and mouth, leaving Marcos dazed and less tense. Cesar now had the hardest part to do, fitting his huge dick down in Marcos mouth, which he did after some stretching and pushing. Cesar slid all the way in, Marcos felt disoriented, there was another person inside him, changing who he was. Cesar took advantage of Marco’s vulnerable state and began adjusting himself fully. He shoved his huge feet into Marco’s stretching them to twice their size and the smell before was foul but now was far worse. Hair sprouted out of every toe and smelled as if he’d never washed them before. His legs began to thicken and hair sprouted turning his legs into two tree trunks. The hair swirled up to his ass, burning into his skin a pelt of hair around his asshole, and his ass bubbled up into two huge orbs. 

His arms grew and so did his forests of hair underneath his arms. Reeking of musk and the smell of forty grown men in the body of a nineteen year old. And of course before Cesar could forget he had to adjust his prized asset, his horse cock. Marcos already had a nice set, and if it weren’t for Cesar's sheer size he wouldn’t have to adjust it but after shoving and air thrusting his cock into Marcos cock, he was adjusted to his new nine inches. Cesar began to admire his work, sniffing his feet, feeling his face, and his favorite sticking his finger in his asshole. 

The last thing to do was to get rid of Marcos for good which shouldn’t be an issue for Cesar, he lives to do this. Cesar in Marcos rummaged around Marco’s room until he could find anything to use when he reached under the bed to find a pocket pussy. Cesar stuck his finger inside and sure enough it was used. “ At least you’ll go out doing what you loved Marcos, or should I say what we love. “ Cesar stuck his and Marcos cock into the pocket pussy, gently now that their cocks are one it is twice as sensitive. Marcos' body began to moan and he thrusted into the pussy. Cesar to make things more interesting edged the rim of his new asshole before shoving his fingers in there as he thrusted. Marcos' moans roared louder and louder as the stench in the room skyrocketed, and the sex as well. Marcos' body began to sweat profusely drenching his body in that salty liquid, marinating in all of his crevices, scenting the room. Marcos lifted his arm to his face after taking his fingers out to smell his work. 

Cesar made Marcos slobber and lick his own armpits, swishing the sweat around in his mouth and all over his face. Cesar could feel it he was close, and at this time Marcos was aware his doom was about to happen. With one last thrust and with a moan that could be hear down the block Marcos blew the biggest load ever into the pussy, overflowing it with his liquids and the old Marcos with it. Cesar now fully Marcos collapsed on the bed panting with lust and exhaust. The cum leaking out of the pussy all over his fuckstick now reeking of pure male musk and stench. Marcos rubbed it all over his sensitive tip and everywhere. He bathed himself in his cum. No where was untouched his salty spunk that he would never wash out. “ Holy fuck! I’m a sex machine. “

 He heard a knock at his door and jumped up and threw his jockstrap on and got up to answer the door. He answered the door and there was a constable and a bunch of cops outside next door. The constable looked up from his legal pad and was shocked to see Marcos in a smelly skimpy jockstrap leaving nothing for imagination. “ Uhhhh- “ was all the constable could get out. “ Sorry sir I was busy choking my fat ass cock and fingering myself before you came to the door. How can I help? “ The constable was even more floored by this. "On second thought I think we have all we need thank you. “ The constable scurried off, meanwhile Thomas ran up to him very confused and embarrassed for Marcos. “ Dude what the fuck are you doing? Why are you out here like that, and what the hell is that smell you reek?! “ Marcos grinned while licking his lips. “ Why don’t you find out sweet ass! “ Marcos grabbed Thomas inside the house and all that could be heard was the two fucking the shit out of each others brains. Luckily Thomas was a lot freakier than he led on with Marcos when he was still Marcos. And theres no worry about Marcos brother hearing the two hunks fucking. He’s been dead since Marcos went to his room the first time. But who cares, not like there’s anyone who cares enough to find out.