I have a confession to make. I have a strong sexual attraction to frogs.
It all started when I had that dream about Alex Jones - where I spotted him in my closet, full on nude. He had turned around and spread his ass cheeks, gracing my eyes with the sight of his unwashed crack.
His bootyhole had suddenly gaped open, allowing hundreds of frogs to pour out of his ass and jump on my bed and start sucking my cock. This massive frog-job led me to shooting extreme amounts of ejaculate in seconds.
The following weeks after that dream were miserable. I could not stop thinking about being tongue-banged by several frogs at once. It was like edging myself without any contact. Suddenly, I came up with a brilliant idea.
I drove for a little while until I found a pond outside of city limits. At this point I couldn’t hold back. I dropped my pants down to my ankles and proceeded to glue several dead flies I had collected over the past few weeks all over my asshole and my genitals. I took the leftover flies and shoved them deep inside my anal cavity.
I approach the pond, laying down on my back and raising my legs up in the air, exposing my salivating genitals and booty tube. I was ready to be ravished.
Before I knew it, several frogs began jumping out of the pond, heading straight for me. They all surrounded my puckered little behind and started eating the flies like starving African children. At this point I was extremely turned on.
Soon, they were quickly fighting to eat the flies that were in my ass. I got so excited my asshole started to gape open. They started jumping in my cavity and devouring the remaining flies like gold rush miners. Other frogs turned their attention to my inviting genitals and began swallowing the flies like it was the hunger games, sucking on my cock and tagging the shaft with their tongues inch my inch to get the juicy fly entrails that were dripping down.
The frogs that climbed into my ass were hitting my prostate perfectly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached climax, which caused my throbbing cock to explode like it was my last nut on earth. I started crying tears of joy. I never thought I would live to get a massive frog-job. I was in euphoria.
To my surprise, a bigger frog - bigger than all the others, hops onto me, and into the puddle of cock-gravy on my chest. It lets out a soft ribbit, before I give it a passionate kiss. The frog starts to transform before my very eyes, morphing into Alex Jones.
Of course he was full on nude again. But I didn’t care. I was so delighted that Alex Jones was my Prince Charming.
He leans down and whispers in the most softest voice, “The frogs aren’t the only ones that the water is turning gay...”
He lays down in my arms, collapsing in ecstasy. He pops a dead fly into my mouth, before leaning over and passionately scooping it right back out with his tongue. We begin to cuddle, before Alex quickly starts wiggling his plump booty on my cock, hinting for round 2.