Roachman (tf)
by zulator
I became a pot smoker in high school and dabbled into other drugs and found a way to loose weight and develop that twink look that would get guys off. I was a skate boarder and loved those skinny jeans that let my boxer briefs show. I wore my spiked belt and black tee shirt and wore my hair in a spiked Mohawk fashion dyed deep black with green frost.
I loved sex and jacking off and me and my best bud would go camping and if we didn't bring any chicks along, we would fuck each other for fun. We liked going camping because it gave us a chance to get out of our small bug infested apartment. We constantly are spraying for Roaches especially as our sanitary habits allowed for our insect population to grow unchecked.
Having sex was tricky if the chicks would actually come to our apartment because of the infestation. I suppose the nymphomaniacs wanted cock more than cleanliness, and Id fuck anything, anywhere and under any conditions.
Even when it was me and my bud, jacking off was made into a game to see who could hit more Roaches on the wall or ceiling.
Because of all the pot and drugs, once we fell asleep we didn't care much about house keeping and waking up from a stupor often found our underwear with a few critters in them or critters crawling in our hair or our sheets.
We were getting the reputation of being unkempt and filthy and because of the Roaches, no one would let us come into their house for fear we would leave some around.
I never feared insects and my bud didn't either. We saw it as the fittest will survive and at the end of the day that is all that mattered. Our infestation was so great at times we actually celebrated our Roaches and admired their longevity.
One Saturday evening after cruising the bars and rat holes for drugs, my bro ran into an old friend of his and they just took off, leaving me with a lonely walk home and no one to sleep with.
So into the apartment I went turning on the light and watching the critters run for their life. I shook out the bed then got down to my boxer briefs and decided that since my bro was having fun that I would take our small stash of heroin and do myself a good night and tell my bro what he missed if and when he came back.
As I found the stash we hid I opened the brown envelop and inside were several dead Roaches who apparently couldn't handle the high and who had let loose some Roach poo during their demise.
I didn't care and there wasn't much to argue about and I figured it would do the job and give me a good high and jack off session. Once I prepared the power and spoon, and syringe, I took off my boxer briefs and got myself hard in anticipation. Soon the heroin was boiling in the spoon and I sucked it up through a cigarette filter and had my syringe all ready to go. I wasn't the arm poker type and usually picked a place close to my balls to inject.
I got myself hard and began stroking like I was serious about cumming and then once I knew I was on my way, I stuck the needle into one of my sacs and let it go.
The syringe fell between my legs and as the heroin took over I grabbed my cock to continue jacking, hoping to merge the two highs before I became comatose.
As my mind became lost in the heroin high my hand tried to keep up, but the heroin won out and I lay there with a hard on and the glistening of pre cum on the opening of my pee slot.
So there I lay buzzing very limp and moaning, a rather courageous Roach scurried up my shaft to take a drink of the pre cum that was dripping out of me.
Apparently my seminal fluid had familiar taste because the heroin was mixed with Roach DNA.
I guess Roaches love Seminal fluid as much as cock suckers and this Roach was going at it. Having sucked all that had come out of me, the Roach decided he wanted more and the only way to do that would be to enter my shaft and go for the gold.
Ordinarily had I been conscious, the Roach traveling down my shaft would have felt awesome and might have initiated an ejaculation immediately. Unfortunately in my comatose state, the excitement was all the Roaches and he found his way happily down to where the seminal fluid originates and the sperm mixes in.
Since the heroin was a mixture of Roach DNA from the start, my body was infected with the DNA and when this Roach got full and couldn't find his way out, he spread his breeding seed which mixed with my sperm making me become a host for an unusual breeding event. Whatever sperms a Roach emits to fertilize Roach eggs seemed to fertilize the billions of sperm in my sacs and turn them into Roach larvae. As I lay comatose my genitals began to expand and swell large and out of proportion to my twink body. The activity spread to make room for the harvest of Roaches that were being created.
Up into my stomach and chest and head, then down into my legs, all my impregnated sperms were finding a place to attach to my body and germinate.
I suppose being comatose on heroin helped with whatever pain would be associated with this event, but the icing on the cake is when my brain was infested and Roaches were feeding off my gray matter and my brain was another casualty of organ loss as my lights literally went out for good. My skin became saggy in places and hard in others as my body was taking on the shape of a Roach with billions of babies inside.
Immediately the floor of the apartment turned dark as millions of small roaches filled the room, walls and any escape hole they could find. Once I was rid of my young hatches, my body was totally empty, leaving a large 5'9” shell of Roach for my bro to find.
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