It was already late in the evening but Mason hadn't dared to look at the footage yet.
Instead he checked the football team's group chat. Nobody seemed to remember the orgy but some of the boys had rushed to after-school appointments, vaguely blaming Coach Saunders for keeping them at practice.
And shortly some of Mason's friends - who he had filmed cumming on each other mere hours ago - were going to join him for horror movie night.
As his doorbell rang, Mason felt panic rising in his chest. He took a shot from his inhaler before facing the gang.
"Hey, how's is going?" Mason said.
"Yo! Whassup Mase!? Ready for this shit!"
The Buffs were the first to greet him even though they stood at the back of the arriving trio - they were simply always loud. They towered over Jung-Wook who stood in front of them.
Oliver and Jacob looked alike in only one way - they were huge for high school teens. Oliver was white with his blond hair rendered invisible by a buzz cut. His tight shirt's sleeves barely covered his shoulders. Jacob was brown skinned, an inch taller and had a neatly trimmed mohawk. A deep V-neck shirt hugged his mouthwatering figure.
Mason's neighborhood friend Jung-Wook, aka Wookie, was a short, nerdy Korean with thick glasses who always wore flannel shirts.
"Hey Mase," Wookie said, holding up a six pack of beer. He got those easily from his parent's store without even needing a fake ID.
"Ready to get scared?" Mason said with a grin as he beckoned the trio inside.
"Fuck yeah! I'm already shaking like a little bitch!" Jacob half-shouted and hugged himself. Good thing Mason's parents were not here to tell them to keep it down.
"Promise you'll hold me if I cry," Wookie said, chuckling. "Or if I piss myself with fear. Haha."
"Fuck nah!" Oliver half-shouted. "If you fucking piss on me, like some kinda faggot, I'm gonna fucking feed you to the zombies myself, hehe."
"Haha. Bitch, I can out-sprint you," Wookie said.
Their usual horror-night ritual.
A minute later, August rapped on the door. Out of breath, the fourth guest waved handfuls of coke bottles.
Lanky, broad shouldered August had also been in the locker room, mostly rubbing himself on his teammates. The wide receiver had green eyes and short light brown hair.
"Got those from coach," August said, breathlessly, and raised the coke. "They were already open but not drank from."
"Perfect. It'll stretch out the beer," Mason said, hoping August's running hadn't shaken the bottles too much. "Come one in."
Shortly after, Mason stood in front of the TV and scrolled the slasher-horror section.
Oliver grabbed the remote off him from behind and dropped his beefy ass on the sofa between the other Buff and Wookie.
"None of the weak shit like last time," Jacob said and drank from his coke bottle.
"Yeah," Oliver said. "I want something where a lot of bitches get raped. I haven't busted a nut since Wednesday. Grandparents are staying over."
Oliver had most definitely busted a nut today but Mason was content just handing a bottle to August who had taken the main chair for himself.
"In that case," Wookie said and stretched his skinny arms, "might as well pop good ol' porn on the screen."
"Nah," August said. "It's horror night."
This debate went back and forth while Oliver scrolled through the library while Mason poured chips into a bowl.
When he was done, the Buff had unilaterally picked a random rape-porn with a barely legal actress.
Mason sat on the carpet, back against the sofa and took a sip from a bottle August had brought. Then he opened a beer can for himself.
Seconds later, a pair of jeans flew past him.
Confused, Mason turned around and spilled some of his beer in utter shock.
The Buffs were stripped down to their boxers and made out passionately.
The jeans had been Wookie's who jerked off, staring only at his own dick, still clad into a flannel shirt.
Mason backed away, walking on his knees off the carpet. He looked to August for help.
The final guest was only just taking off his shirt, eyes rolled back into his head as his fingers brushed his nipples. Already, August's dick was visibly pulsing in his pants.
Mason touched his own nipples.
The beer fell and soiled the hardwood floor. His nipples felt amazing. It was like a... flash.
Mason needed... shirt off... flash jerking... so hard and... flash August's dick tasted so good... flash needed to milk that cum... needed dick... needed... Air!
The teen pulled himself away from August's crotch. How had he...?
His windpipe was shut.
With trembling hands, Mason felt around for where his pants had gone. With his mind unable to focus on anything but dick and ass, the teen had trouble to even see the ground under his hands.
There! His inhaler was in his front pocket. A deep breath and...
Flash
Mason's mind cleared instantly.
The Buffs were rimming on the sofa. Jacob had his legs in the air and spread wide, while Oliver lapped his tongue along crack and taint, grinding his own crotch on a pillow.
August dropped to his knees in front of Wookie and started sucking dick, while fingering his own hole with two fingers of each hand.
Mason turned on his camera just as Wookie leaned to the side and brought his face to the gently moaning Jacob's. They made out like they were gunning for a porn award and Mason could only stare - and film.
August was the first to cum, shooting onto his own thigh. He hadn't missed the carpet out of consideration, no, he was simply rubbing his dick on said thigh with one hand. The other hand was still busy with his hole.
But not anymore. As soon as the cum shot was over, August rose and dropped himself onto Wookie's slick, wet rod.
The tall guy sank effortlessly onto the Asian boy's tool, taking him balls deep on the first hump. They made out as they rode.
Having thus `broached the topic', the fuckers inspired the Buffs to follow suit.
Oliver extracted his face out of his longtime friend's crack and grabbed one of Jacob's ankles in each hand. He hopped into a kneeling position on the sofa and took aim.
Jacob helped out with one hand to direct the eager, vein-riddled dick into his guts. Both boys threw their heads back and groaned in unison.
Fucking as if his life depended on it, Oliver slammed his almost dry dick into the arching bottom Buff.
August's ass was overflowing with Wookie's load but he didn't stop riding until the top pushed him off. They made out slowly and gently.
Mason had missed a cumshot, only now noticing the streaks of white along Jacob's chest, radiating from his softening dick.
Oliver leaned down to lick the cum off his friend as he fucked him continuously.
August had turned around and pushed his ass into Wookie's face who dutifully removed his own load with eager kisses.
The Buffs froze midfuck. Oliver pulled out with a wet sound, not having cummed yet. He grabbed his boxers in somewhat of a hurry - not as if he had just realized he was a straight guy fucking his best friend, but simply as if he had somewhere else to be.
Jacob followed in the same vein, slipping into his shirt with some haste but no panic.
They leaned back on the sofa and watched the actress get raped by the fifth man in a row as if they had been doing so the whole time.
It was bizarre to watch, with the still rimming couple next to them.
But before long, August also slipped back into his clothes, while Wookie buttoned up the flannel before bothering to cover his wet dick.
A minute later the four seemed to `wake up' for real.
"Yo, that bitch has got to have a pussy like a bucket by now," Oliver said, breaking the silence.
"Pay attention, you fucking retard," August said with a laugh. "Her pussy's fine. All of that was anal."
The boys were loudly amused by August's comment. He didn't seem to notice the streak of cum still clinging to his calf.
"Can we watch a horror movie now?" Wookie asked. "With how much porn you make us watch on these night I'm starting to think you want us to whip out our dicks."
Oliver laughed. "In your dreams."
Now the affliction had made its way into Mason's home, too? Ya boi really needs to find out what's going on. Not to, like, stop it, or anything. We'll see how that goes... next time.