Gay Shit

Gift for DoodleAnon

>So Lincoln missed the party that he'd spent days working for.
>The sewage plant party that he'd dreamed of, taken advantage of his sister for.
>Whatever, Lori's happy he's happy, he didn't even care anymore.
>Though he did care about the uniform, the shorts were a bit tight
>Good for the Loud Man's bulge, not so good for the Loud butt.
>Unfortunately his bulge hadn't come in yet, so all the uniform did was make him look like a confusing young girl from behind.
>You know the ones, the ones that make you think jail won't be so bad.
>Oh well, it's just one night, and it's all for Lori.
>The boy stands behind the counter, a slow night until Chandler's party showed up, thankfully leaving their galoshes outside.
>"Hey Larry, you blew off my party for this?"
>"Let's just say I owed a favor to my sister."
>"Whatever Larry, I want you to keep the pizzas rolling for my guests, everyone should have pizza the second they want it, my dad's paying." Chandler says as he smugly leans on the counter.
>"I'll put the order in, never ending pizzas."
>Lincoln turns around and sends the order to the kitchen as Chandler takes a long look at the boy's shorts.
>"Hey Larry, you wearing a lot of underwear or something?"
>Lincoln quickly spins around to conceal his ample boybutt.
>"Uh, yeah, the shorts didn't fit quite right so uh, I'm wearing like eight pairs." Lincoln lies with a big toothy smile
>Chandler squints his eyes at the boy before shrugging and walking away

>The party goes on, with Lincoln constantly running around to make sure everyone is happy.
>He starts to think about how his poor sister is literally the only employee on the floor, while everyone else is in the kitchen.
>The boys don't pay attention to him outside of getting hype for pizza and sodas.
>The girls are either astounded by him or think he's a girl and are jealous of him.
>Overall though, Lincoln has definitely had worst experiences covering for his sisters.
>Like the time his mother signed Lynn up for cheerleading and he took her place in a wig.
>Little does the working boy know he's about to live hard, movie references.
>Chandler has been keeping an eye on Larry all night, more specifically, Larry's butt.
>The birthday boy didn't buy the stacked underwear tale that he was told.
>But being the charismatic and likable boy he is, Chandler's not gonna test his theory himself.
>"Hey Brad, dare you to pants the waiter next time he comes over."
>Chandler doesn't listen to Brad's response but he knows that it's a yes of some sort.
>Sure enough, once Lincoln lays out the pizzas, Brad lunges for the boy's shorts.
>They're too tight to pull all the way down though, Brad just gets the back under Lincoln's ass before his fingers starts to hurt and they snap back into place.
>His undies barely managed to hold back his phat boy ass.
>Lincoln quickly runs back behind the counter after this, unable to leave the arcade.
>Chandler got what he needed out of this little experiment though.
>He formulates a plan of action, heading into the far back of the arcade before emerging shortly after.
>Chandler heads for the counter that Lincoln's stands behind red-faced.
>"Hey Larry, one of the games is messed up, can you come take a look at it?"
>Lincoln doesn't want to, but it his job, so he reluctantly follows Chandler into the back of the arcade.

>There's one section of the arcade that no one goes back to, almost completely barren at any time of day.
>Because all the games there suck.
>Still Chandler says he was back there playing a game.
>"Yeah this one right here."
>"Safe Bike Ride Through a Friendly Neighborhood: The Game with No Conflict. Okay then, what's the matter with it? Looks fine."
>"The seat is weird when you lean forward to go faster."
>To see what Chandler means, Lincoln climbs onto the seat, his round red ass being framed perfectly.
>The boy does what Chandler described, standing on the "pedals" and leaning forward.
>There is a legitimate issue with the game, something in the springs maybe, but Chandler grabs hold of Lincoln's legs and pulls back hard.
>Lincoln goes flying backwards, hitting his head on the seat and being forced into a bent over position.
>While Larry is still dizzy from his head collision, Chandler undoes his pants and pulls out his unappealing cut shota cock.
>The birthday boy rubs it right up against Lincoln's shorts-clad ass as he grabs his head and shoves a rolled up slice of pizza into his mouth as an improvised gag.
>At this point Lincoln's recovered and is very confused, he tries to reach into his mouth to take out the pizza.
>While Chandler peels off the boy's shorts, at least down to under his ass.
>Chandler wedgies the boy so he can rub his erection up against his crack as he pushes Lincoln's head down.
>"Come on Larry, I invited you to my party, consider this your gift to me."
>Chandler pulls even harder and rips Lincoln's underwear clean off as he presses his cock head against Lincoln's back door.
>Lincoln's hands are held behind his back with one hand as Chandler enters the bubble butted boy.
>Lincoln starts trying to chew his pizza gag as his eyes fill with tears, hoping that he can scream for help.
>Chandler lifts the boy up and moves his face from the seat to the ground.

>This position lets Chandler fuck his ass real deep.
>The pain of having his booty breached is too much for Lincoln, who no longer tries to chew his way out, but instead is openly sobbing.
>The sobbing is muffled of course, but the boy's rapist still hears it.
>Chandler starts slapping the boy's butt, over and over and over.
>"What did you expect Larry? To just walk around looking like this. Your sister's gonna owe you a whole lot after this."
>Chandler starts putting more force into his slaps and his thrusts.
>A full assault on the boy's now red freckly butt
>Eventually Chandler turns his victim onto his side, putting more pressure onto his own penis as it's squished between the cheeks.
>From this position Chandler can look at Lincoln's crying shameful face as he fucks his tight boipussy.
>"Hey Larry, look at me." Lincoln does not comply
>"Look at me Larry!" Again Lincoln does not listen but he mutters something through the pizza.
>"It's L.."
>"What was that Larry?"
>"My name is L...."
>"One more time Larry."
>"My name is Lincoln!" The boy screams through the gag as he looks up at his rapist's face.
>With that, Chandler cums inside of him.
>Painting his intestines with his wasted seed.
>Lincoln cries silently as he feels Chandler's cum flowing into him.
>Once he's finished scarring Lincoln for life, Chandler pulls out and wipes his dick clean on Lincoln's ass.
>"Thanks for the gift Lincoln, and if you tell anyone I will ruin your life at school. Not even Clams will wanna hang out with you anymore you freaks." Chandler says as he puts his dick away and cooly walks back to his now leaving party.
>Lincoln just lies there in a pool of shame for a few hours until the manager closes up and the lights go out.


I don't even know what that Clams line means.

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Chris and Ronaldo get tricked by Liberty

>"Calm down Ronaldo, it's just the day that you become a man." The boy thought to himself as his heart threatened to tear through his chest.
>"So what if Linka said 'come over if you wanna get laid,' it's no big deal."
>Contrary to the lies he was telling himself it was a huge deal.
>He arrived at the Loud House, sweaty enough that if he stood in the ocean he'd put Florida underwater.
>The white-haired girl had seen him coming and opened the door for him before he could even get up the porch.
>"Hurry, come inside!" The boy almost started hyperventilating from that phrasing as he was pulled into the house.
>His excitement died a little when he saw Chris, the guy Linka had a crush on before, sitting on the couch.
>"What is he doing here?" Ronaldo was ignored as Linka pulled him over to the couch.
>She sat in between the boys and put her arm around both of them.
>"Boys, I'm sure you're both surprised to see each other. I invited you two over with a promise, and I plan to keep that promise as long as you two do one thing."
>"And what's that?" Chris stayed silent
>"I want to watch you two kiss."
>Both boys lunged back in disgust before thinking about it.
>The pure power of puberty
>The two boys shrugged before leaning in for a really quick peck and then looking at Linka, who chuckles.
>"You call that a kiss? Get into it or neither of you are getting into me."
>Chris shakily leans forward with his eyes closed and his lips puckered.
>Ronaldo looks between Chris and the girl, who's got a lusty look on her face as she licks her lips
>The spic leans in the same way, their lips centimeters away.
>Before Linka pushes them together, forcing the boys into a deep kiss, closed mouth though.
>"Come on guys, use a little tongue." Linka says as she slips her hand down her skirt.
>Per her instructions Chris tries to push his tongue into Ronaldo's mouth but the spic boy goes on the offense.

>Ronaldo shoved his tongue past Chris's lips as the two start tongue wrestling for dominance
>Ronaldo quickly takes control as their tongues move closer to dancing, with the Spanish boy taking the lead.
>They start moaning into each other's mouths.
>Now the boys are holding each other and full-on making out over top of Linka, who was frantically diddling her skittle to the sight.
>She notices that Chris has quickly become the submissive one and Ronaldo the dominant.
>"Wonder if I can take this a step further." She thinks to herself
>Linka grabs hold of Chris's hand and moves it over top of Ronaldo's bulge.
>The boys pause for a second,opening their eyes before Linka moves Chris's hand to rub it.
>Ronaldo's moans into his mouth were all the motivation he needed to do it more when Linka removed her hand.
>As good as this was,Linka wanted even more after a little bit.
>She leaned over to Ronaldo,undoing his pants, enough for Chris to take the initiative to do it through the boy's underwear,increasing the volume of his moans.
>Still, Linka needed to help him as she moved Chris's hands into the other boy's boxers.
>Ronaldo pulled away from the kiss as he groaned at the skin-to-skin contact.
>Chris started stroking him again, causing Ronaldo to make noises that worried the girl, not wanting her game to end
>"Hey guys," She pushes them apart "pace yourselves, Chris bend over the coffee table."
>The boy complies, his own lust ridding himself of reason.
>Linka tugs down the boy's pants, revealing his hole.
>If Chris has any complaints or concerns, he doesn't voice them as Linka starts to spit on the asshole
>She rubs her spit in it a bit before gesturing for Ronaldo to come over.
>Linka grabs hold of his cock and lines it up as Ronaldo pushes the head in, making Chris even tighter.
>She gets behind and makes Ronaldo go all the way in, leading both boy's to moan.
>The girl sits back on the couch, resuming masturbating, proud of the sight

>Ronaldo couldn't believe this
>The situation or how good it feels?
>Both
>Maybe it was because the closest he'd come to it is that one time with the melon and his sister caught him, or maybe Linka just helped him find something out about himself.
>Either way, the boy loved it.
>Chris loved it too, the usually silent boy moaning out loud.
>Linka furiously played with herself as the boys fucked in front of her.
>Ronaldo thrusting himself in and out of Chris's boyhole.
>Slowly, she could see them moving faster and faster.
>Ronaldo speeding up his thrusts.
>And she could even see Chris try and push himself back
>Before long the two were fucking like rabbits, completely oblivious to the world around them.
>Their grunts and groans filling the room
>Soon enough, Linka brings herself to orgasm.
>The little fujoshi almost staining the couch.
>Almost immediately after, Chris screams as he blasts the coffee table with his seed.
>Creating a puddle underneath his dick which he falls into as the boy passes out.
>His passing out leads to his hold getting even tighter which then brings Ronaldo to the end of the chain.
>Filling the boy's rear with his hot semen before falling out of him and into unconsciousness.
>As Linka remained awake, coming down from her orgasmic high, a thought crossed her mind.
>"I better clean this mess up before my brothers get home. My brothers..."
>The girl brings her hand to her chin
>"I wonder if I can get them to do this?"
>Spoiler: She cannot