TJ's Stories - Himbo_Streamer (07)

It's almost Halloween, and I'm scrolling through my phone reading all the messages from my subscribers when I see one that makes me light up.

SpookyFan99: Colt you should do a Halloween special stream from the old abandoned frat house on Maple Street! It's super creepy and would be so fun to watch!

I read it out loud to myself, grinning. "Oh wow, that sounds so cool! A spooky stream!"

I've walked past that old frat house a bunch of times. It's only like three blocks away, and it's this big dark house with boarded-up windows and overgrown bushes all around it. I've never been inside, but I've heard people say it's been abandoned since like the nineties or something.

I bounce up from my bed, my big pec tits jiggling under my tight white tank top, and I start gathering my streaming gear. I grab my phone, my two small tripods, my ring light, and my portable battery pack, stuffing everything into my gym bag.

"This is gonna be so fun!" I say to myself, pulling on a pair of loose gray athletic shorts over my bare skin. No underwear tonight—it's more comfortable that way, and plus it's just me exploring an empty house, so who cares, right?

I sling the bag over my shoulder and head out into the cool October night.

The walk to the frat house takes maybe ten minutes, and the whole time I'm bouncing on my toes, excited and a little bit nervous in a fun way. When I get to the house, I stop on the sidewalk and just stare up at it for a second.

It's big. Like, really big. Three stories tall, with a wide front porch and these tall windows that are mostly boarded up with old plywood. The paint is peeling off the siding, and there's this creepy old Greek letters sign hanging crooked above the front door that I can barely read in the dark.

I pull out my phone and start a quick pre-stream to test the connection.

"Hey everyone!" I say brightly, holding the phone up so the camera catches my face and the dark house looming behind me. "So I'm doing a super special Halloween stream tonight! I'm at this old abandoned frat house, and I'm gonna go inside and explore and maybe do some relaxation techniques if I get spooked. It's gonna be so fun!"

The viewer count starts climbing immediately: 450... 890... 1.6K...

COLT AT A HAUNTED HOUSEYES YOU ACTUALLY DID ITTHIS IS GONNA BE GOODBE CAREFUL COLT

I grin at the camera. "You guys are so supportive! Okay, I'm gonna go inside now!"

I end the quick stream, shove my phone in my pocket, and walk up the creaky wooden steps to the front porch. The door is unlocked—just hanging slightly ajar—and when I push it open, it creaks so loud it echoes through the whole house.

"Whoa," I whisper.

Inside, it's dark and dusty and smells like old wood and something musty I can't quite name. I fumble along the wall until I find a light switch, and when I flip it, a few dim yellow bulbs flicker on overhead, casting everything in this weird, sickly glow.

The entryway opens into a big hallway with a staircase going up and doorways leading off to other rooms. The floors are hardwood and they creak under my feet with every step. There's dust everywhere—on the floor, on the old furniture that's still sitting around, on the picture frames hanging on the walls.

I walk slowly down the hallway, my phone out now with the flashlight on, and I start looking at the pictures.

They're old—like, really old. Faded color photos in cheap frames, and they're all of college guys. Shirtless, muscular college guys from what looks like the eighties or nineties, grinning at the camera with their arms around each other, flexing and showing off their bodies.

"Oh wow," I say out loud, leaning closer to one of the photos. "Look how jacked these dudes were! I bet they did a ton of pec workouts. Their chests are huge!"

I take a picture of the photo with my phone to show my subscribers later, then keep walking.

The house is creepy, but not like scary-creepy. Just empty and old and quiet. I check out a few of the rooms—a kitchen with an ancient stove, a bathroom with a cracked mirror, a bedroom with a bare mattress on the floor—and finally I find the big living room.

It's perfect.

There's this old sagging couch in the middle of the room, facing a big empty space where a TV probably used to be, and the walls are lined with more of those old photos. The ceiling light works, casting that same dim yellow glow, and there's even an outlet on the wall that I can plug my ring light into.

"Okay," I say to myself, setting my bag down. "This is gonna be perfect for the stream!"

I start setting up my gear. I put one tripod on the floor in front of the couch, angling it up so it'll catch my whole body when I sit down. Then I set up the second tripod off to the side for a different angle, and I plug in my ring light and position it so it's shining right on the couch.

When I turn everything on and check the angles on my phone, I grin.

It looks perfect. The mix of the dim yellow overhead light and the bright white ring light makes everything look kind of spooky and dramatic, and the old couch and the dusty room in the background are super atmospheric.

I hit the button to start the stream.

"Hey everyone!" I say brightly, waving at the main camera. "Welcome to my super special Halloween stream! I'm in this old abandoned frat house, and it's so creepy and cool! Look at all these old pictures of jacked dudes on the walls!"

The viewer count starts climbing fast: 2.1K... 4.8K... 7.3K...

THIS IS AMAZINGCOLT IN A HAUNTED HOUSETHOSE PICS ON THE WALL THOSPOOKY COLT STREAMYOURE SO BRAVE

I beam at the camera. "You guys are so nice! Okay, so I'm just gonna hang out here and explore and answer questions and stuff. This is gonna be so fun!"

I sit down on the couch, and it creaks and sags under my weight, the old springs groaning. I bounce a little, testing it, and my big pecs jiggle under my tight white tank top.

"Oh wow, this couch is so old," I say, giggling. "But it's actually pretty comfy!"

COLT BOUNCING ON THE COUCHTHOSE PECS JIGGLINGBOUNCE MORE

I read the chat and grin. "You guys want me to bounce more? Okay!"

I start bouncing up and down on the couch, and my big pec tits bounce and jiggle with every movement, swaying heavily under the thin fabric of my tank top. The couch creaks loudly, and I giggle.

"This is so fun!" I say.

Then I see a message that makes me pause:

Colt you should do your relaxation techniques so you dont get spooked in the creepy house

I read it out loud and nod enthusiastically. "Oh my gosh, that's such a good idea! Yeah, I should totally do some relaxation techniques so I don't get scared. You guys are so smart!"

I stand up from the couch and grab the hem of my tight white tank top, and I pull it up and over my head in one smooth motion.

My big pec tits bounce free, heavy and full and sitting high on my chest, and they jiggle and sway as I toss the tank top aside. My puffy pink nipples are already a little hard from the cool air in the house, and my skin has this light sheen of sweat from the walk over and the excitement.

I sit back down on the couch, and I cup my big pec tits in both hands, lifting them and feeling their weight.

"Oh wow," I say softly, squeezing them. "They feel so heavy tonight. I think it's because I did chest yesterday and they're still pumped."

I start massaging them slowly and it feels so good. The warmth of my palms against my skin, the way the fat and muscle compress and then spring back, the little tingles that shoot through my chest when I brush my thumbs over my puffy nipples.

"This is such a good relaxation technique," I say, my voice a little breathy. "Like, I can already feel myself getting less spooked."

THOSE PECS UNDER THE RING LIGHTSO SHINYKEEP GOING COLTBOUNCE THEM

I read the chat and smile. "You guys want me to bounce them? Okay!"

I lift my big pec tits up high with both hands, holding them up toward the camera, and then I let them drop.

They fall against my chest with this wet, meaty slap, and they jiggle and ripple for a few seconds before settling back into their round, full shape.

"Oh wow," I giggle. "Did you guys hear that? They're so jiggly tonight!"

I do it again—lift and drop, slap, jiggle—and then again, and each time the sound echoes through the empty room, mixing with the creaking of the old house.

I'm getting really into it now, completely focused on the sensation. I squeeze my pec tits together, creating this deep, shiny cleavage, and then I release them and watch them bounce apart. I rub my palms in slow circles over them, feeling the sweat starting to build up and make my skin slippery.

"This feels so good," I murmur, my eyes half-closed. "I'm so relaxed now."

WHAT WAS THAT BEHIND YOUDID SOMETHING JUST MOVECOLT LOOK BEHIND YOU

I open my eyes and glance at the chat, then laugh. "You guys are just messing with me because it's Halloween! There's nothing behind me. It's just an empty house!"

I go back to massaging my pec tits, pinching and rolling my puffy pink nipples between my fingers until they're swollen and dark and throbbing.

"Oh wow," I breathe. "My nipples are so sensitive tonight."

I keep going, completely lost in the sensation, and after a few more minutes I stand up and hook my thumbs in the waistband of my loose gray athletic shorts.

"Okay, I'm gonna get fully relaxed now," I say, and I push the shorts down my legs and step out of them.

I'm completely naked now, standing in front of the camera with my big pec tits glistening with sweat under the ring light and my big nine-inch cock hanging heavy between my legs, already starting to swell and thicken.

I sit back down on the couch, spreading my legs wide, and I wrap one hand around my cock and start stroking it slowly.

"Oh wow," I moan softly. "This is such a good relaxation technique. I feel so focused now."

My other hand comes up to cup my left pec tit, squeezing and kneading it while I stroke my cock, and I can feel the heat building in my body, the pleasure spreading through my chest and down my abs and into my thighs.

"This house isn't scary at all," I say, my voice a little dreamy. "I'm so relaxed."

COLT STROKINGSO HOTKEEP GOINGSOMETHING MOVED BEHIND YOU

I glance at the chat again and giggle. "You guys are so funny. There's nothing—"

I stop.

In the little preview window on my phone screen, I can see myself on the couch, and I can see the room behind me, and there's—

There's a tall figure standing behind the couch.

I freeze, my hand still wrapped around my cock, and I turn my head slowly to look over my shoulder.

Nothing.

There's nothing there.

I turn back to the camera and laugh nervously. "Okay, that was weird. I thought I saw something in the preview, but it's just a trick of the light or something. You guys are making me paranoid!"

I go back to stroking my cock, slower now, and I'm trying to focus on the relaxation, but I keep glancing at the preview window, and—

There.

The figure is back.

Tall. Broad. Standing right behind the couch.

I turn around fast, my heart pounding, and this time—

This time there's someone there.

I yelp and jump up from the couch, my big pec tits bouncing wildly, my cock swinging heavily between my legs.

Standing right behind the couch is the biggest, most muscular guy I've ever seen.

He's huge—taller than Coach Ray, maybe six-five or six-six—and his body is absolutely massive. His shoulders are so broad they block out the dim yellow light from the ceiling, and his chest is enormous—thick, rounded pecs that sit high and powerful on his torso, covered in a light dusting of dark hair. His abs are carved and stacked, his arms are thick with muscle, and his thighs are like tree trunks.

He's wearing old gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, and nothing else.

Except for the mask.

He's wearing this old, scuffed white hockey goalie mask that completely covers his face. I can't see his eyes or his mouth or anything—just the blank white surface with a few cracks and scuff marks on it.

I stare at him, my mouth hanging open, my heart racing.

"Oh my gosh!" I say, my voice high and startled. "Dude, you scared me! How long have you been standing there?"

The figure doesn't say anything. He just stands there, completely still, his massive chest rising and falling slowly with his breathing.

"Um," I say, taking a step closer. "What's your name? Are you like a subscriber or something? Did you come to watch the stream?"

Still nothing.

I tilt my head, confused, and then I notice his hands moving.

He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his gray sweatpants and pushes them down, and his cock springs free, and I—

I gasp.

It's enormous. Even bigger than Coach Ray's. Thick as a beer can and at least eleven inches long, flushed dark and already rock-hard, with thick ropes of clear precum drooling from the tip and swinging heavily as he steps closer.

"Oh wow," I breathe.

He steps around the couch and stands right in front of me, towering over me, and he wraps one huge hand around his cock and starts stroking it slowly, right over my face.

I can feel the heat radiating off it, and I can smell the clean, musky scent of his skin, and my mouth starts watering.

"Oh," I say softly. "Is this like—is this a spooky relaxation technique? Like, for Halloween?"

He doesn't answer. He just keeps stroking, slow and deliberate, and more thick precum drools from the tip and lands on my chest, hot and slick.

I look up at the blank white mask, and I can't see his eyes, but I can feel him watching me.

"Okay," I say, my voice a little shaky but excited. "I think I get it. This is like a special Halloween focus technique, right? To help me stay relaxed in the creepy house?"

I drop to my knees in front of him, and I push my big pec tits together with both hands, squeezing them around the base of his huge cock.

"Oh wow," I murmur. "Your cock is so big and warm."

I start moving my pec tits up and down, sliding them along the thick shaft, and the sensation is incredible. The weight and heat of his cock between my pec tits, the slick precum coating my skin, the way my puffy nipples drag against his shaft with every movement.

He grunts—low and deep and almost animalistic—and his hips start moving, thrusting slowly, fucking my pec tits.

"Oh wow," I moan. "This feels so good. You're so strong."

I look up at the mask again, and I reach up with one hand to touch his chest, feeling the hard muscle and the light dusting of hair, and that's when I see it.

On his left pec, just above his nipple, there's a tattoo. Faded and old, but still visible.

It's the same Greek letters that were on the sign outside the house.

"Oh," I say, confused. "You have the frat tattoo. But this frat has been gone since like the nineties. That's so weird."

He doesn't respond. He just keeps thrusting, faster now, and I can feel his cock throbbing between my pec tits, leaking more and more hot precum.

I squeeze my pec tits tighter around him, and I lean down and lick the tip of his cock as it slides up between my pec tits, tasting the hot salty precum.

"Mmm," I moan. "You taste so good."

He pulls back suddenly, his cock sliding free from my pec tits, and before I can say anything, he grabs the back of my head with one huge hand and pushes his cock into my mouth.

I moan around him, my eyes going wide, and I taste the flood of hot precum on my tongue, thick and salty and so good.

He pushes deeper, and I feel my jaw stretching wide around the thickness, my lips sliding down the shaft, and I try to relax my throat the way John taught me.

"Mmph," I moan, my hands coming up to grip his thick thighs.

He holds my head steady and starts thrusting—slow and deep, pushing into my throat, and I gag and choke and drool, but I don't pull away. I just keep moaning and sucking, my eyes watering, spit and precum running down my chin and dripping onto my big pec tits.

The mask is right there, inches from my face, and I can hear his breathing—deep and rough and steady—and I can feel the power in his body as he fucks my throat.

HOLY FUCKCOLT IS SUCKING HIMWHO IS THAT GUYTHE MASKTHIS IS INSANE

He pulls all the way out, and long thick strings of precum and spit connect his cock to my open mouth, and I gasp for air, panting.

"Oh wow," I breathe. "That was so intense."

He pushes back in immediately, slamming deep into my throat, and I choke and moan and my hands come up to squeeze my own pec tits, kneading them desperately as he fucks my face.

He does this over and over—pulling all the way out, letting me gasp and drool, then slamming back in deep and holding me there, choking me on his huge cock.

My big pec tits are bouncing and swaying beneath me with every thrust, shiny with spit and precum, and I'm completely lost in the sensation, gooning hard, my eyes rolling back.

"Good boy," he grunts, and his voice is so deep and rough it almost doesn't sound human.

The praise hits me like a wave, and I moan loud around his cock, my whole body shuddering.

He pulls out one final time, and I collapse back on my heels, panting and drooling, my face and chest absolutely covered in spit and precum.

"Oh wow," I whisper. "That was such a good relaxation technique."

He reaches down and grabs me under the arms, lifting me up like I weigh nothing, and he sits down on the old couch with a heavy creak.

Then he pulls me onto his lap, facing him, my knees on either side of his thick thighs.

I can feel his huge cock pressing up between my bubble-jock ass cheeks, hot and slick and throbbing, and I squirm instinctively, grinding down against it.

"Oh," I moan softly.

The cameras are getting everything—the main one in front of us showing my back and my round bubble-jock ass sitting on his lap, and the side camera catching our profiles, showing the way his huge cock is sliding back and forth between my cheeks.

His big hands come up to grip my waist, and he lifts me slightly, positioning me, and I feel the blunt, hot pressure of his cockhead pressing against my tight pink hole.

"Oh wow," I breathe, looking up at the blank white mask. "Are we gonna do the deep relaxation technique?"

He doesn't answer. He just pushes up with his hips, and I feel my hole start to stretch, and I gasp.

"Oh—oh wow—"

He's so big. So thick. The stretch is incredible, and I can feel every inch as he slowly pushes inside, filling me, opening me up.

"Oh my gosh," I whimper, my hands coming up to grip his massive shoulders. "You're so big."

He keeps pushing, slow and steady, and I can feel my hole stretching wider and wider, the burn mixing with this deep, overwhelming pleasure.

I feel my big pec tits pressing against his huge furry pecs, our chests squishing together, warm and sweaty.

"Oh wow," I moan. "Oh wow, this feels so good."

He bottoms out, and I feel him throbbing deep inside me, and my whole body shudders.

"Good boy," he grunts.

I moan loud, my head falling forward onto his shoulder, and he starts moving—lifting me up and down on his cock with his huge hands gripping my waist, bouncing me like I weigh nothing.

The couch creaks and groans beneath us, and I can hear the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, and I'm moaning continuously, high and desperate.

"Oh—oh wow—oh my gosh—"

My big pec tits are bouncing and jiggling wildly between us, slapping against his chest with every movement, and I can feel his huge pecs flexing and shifting beneath me.

He's so strong. So powerful. He's bouncing me faster and harder, and I can feel his cock driving deep inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars.

"Oh my gosh," I sob. "Oh my gosh, this is—this is such a good—"

COLT IS RIDING HIMTHOSE PECS BOUNCINGTHE SOUNDSVIEWER COUNTWHO IS THAT GUY

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He keeps bouncing me, faster and faster, and I'm completely lost now, gooning hard, my eyes rolled back, drool running down my chin.

"Good boy," he grunts again. "Take it."

"Yes," I moan. "Yes, I'm taking it, I'm being such a good boy—"

He suddenly turns me around so I'm facing the main camera.

I'm sitting on his lap with my back pressed against his huge chest, and his hands come around to grip my thick thighs, spreading them wide.

"Oh," I gasp, and I can see myself in the phone preview—my big pec tits bouncing and glistening, my cock hard and leaking, my hole stretched wide around his huge cock.

He starts bouncing me again, and this time the camera gets everything.

Every thrust. Every jiggle of my pec tits. Every clench of my hole. Every rope of precum leaking from my cock.

"Oh my gosh," I moan, my head falling back onto his shoulder. "Oh my gosh, everyone can see—"

He grunts in my ear, low and animalistic, and he bounces me harder, his huge cock driving so deep I can feel it in my stomach.

"Oh—oh—oh—"

My big pec tits are slapping and bouncing so hard they're almost hitting my chin, and I reach up with both hands to squeeze them, kneading them desperately.

"I'm gonna—" I gasp. "I'm gonna—"

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"Oh my gosh," I sob, and my whole body locks up, and I start cumming.

Thick, creamy ropes of hot jock cum shoot up across my chest, splattering my big pec tits, coating my nipples, running down my abs. My hole clenches and pulses around his huge cock, and I'm shaking and moaning and completely overwhelmed.

"Good boy," he grunts, and he keeps bouncing me, keeps driving deep, and I'm still cumming, still shaking.

And then he slams me down one final time—deep and absolute—and he holds me there, and I feel him throbbing inside me, and then—

Hot. Pulsing. Flooding.

He's cumming inside me, filling me with this incredible spreading warmth, pulse after pulse after long, deep pulse.

"Oh wow," I whimper. "Oh wow, you're—you're cumming inside me—"

He holds me there for a long time, his huge arms wrapped around me, his chest heaving against my back, and I can feel his cock still twitching and pulsing inside me.

I'm panting and dazed, covered in my own cum, and I feel so full and warm and relaxed.

"That was," I breathe, "the best relaxation technique ever."

I close my eyes for just a second, leaning back against his huge warm chest, and when I open them again—

I'm leaning back against the empty couch.

I blink, confused, and I sit up quickly, looking around.

He's gone.

The masked figure. The huge body. The cock still inside me.

All gone.

I'm sitting alone on the couch, covered in my own cum, and I can feel the warmth leaking out of my hole and running down onto the cushions, but there's no one else here.

"What," I say out loud, looking around the empty room. "Where did—"

I look at the cameras. They're still running. The stream is still live.

WHERE DID HE GOCOLT HES GONEWHAT JUST HAPPENEDTHAT WAS A GHOST

I read the chat, and I laugh nervously. "You guys are so funny. He probably just left while I had my eyes closed. He was probably shy or something."

I stand up slowly, my legs shaky, and I can feel more warmth leaking out of my hole and running down my thighs.

"Oh wow," I say, looking down at myself. "I'm so messy. That was such an intense relaxation session."

I smile at the camera, dopey and dazed. "You guys, that was so fun. This house isn't scary at all. I feel so relaxed now. Maybe I'll come back here and stream again sometime!"

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"You guys are so sweet," I say, beaming at the camera. "Thank you so much for all the tips and support. I'm so lucky to have such amazing subscribers."

I'm still standing there, naked and covered in cum, my hole leaking, my big pec tits shiny with sweat and cum, and I'm just chatting happily with the camera like nothing weird happened at all.

"Okay, so I'm gonna pack up my stuff and head home and take a shower," I say. "But this was so fun! Happy Halloween, everyone!"

I reach for my phone to end the stream, and just as I'm about to hit the button—

The lights flicker.

Just once.