Viral Birthday: Mommy Teaches Anal

Viral Birthday: Mommy Teaches Anal

You can't predict what will go viral on social media because the content billions of people see online is determined by highly complex content algorithms. So one day, when videos of boys celebrating their 18th birthday by having another man cum all over them started going viral - there was no one to blame.

This generation of boys is unlike any that came before. Willing to have another man's semen on their lips for a taste of being internet famous. News outlets reported this trend was another example of how social media was destroying our culture and traditional values. But while reporters were reading eulogies for the Modern Man, the rest of the world was busy celebrating the birth of this craze.

Soon every 18 year old boy begged their parents for a grown man or "Stud" with big balls full of delicious cum to be at his very own birthday party.

Parents initially confused by the trend came around once they realized it was just a modern day, self-inflicted hazing into adulthood. No different than the fucked up initiation ceremonies they experienced in college, long before their kids were born.

Naked walks across campus, paddling in the front lawn until their bottom turned red, scrubbing toilets with a toothbrush while wearing a slutty maid outfit. Parents had their share of emotional scars from becoming adults - so who were they to judge if their son wanted to celebrate turning 18 by having strings of hot, sticky semen shot on him like biological confetti?

The trend was referred to as 'Frost His Cake'. A cheeky reference to when a Stud's semen is so thick and creamy that it looks like buttercream frosting. TikTok, Facebook, and Instagram filled with tens of thousands of photos and videos of 18 year old boys being frosted with sperm like human sponge cake.

Delicate and light, these boys' bodies were the perfect surface to be piped with cummy frosting. The internet ate up the content in a frenzy - and showed no signs of being satisfied.

Kyle had no idea he was getting a Stud until his parents lit the birthday candles and told him to "Make a wish." After the candles were blown, Kyle opened his eyes and saw a mountain of a man sweep him off his feet and into strong arms. Several of the guests' jaws dropped when they saw how large the Stud was compared to the birthday boy.

The Stud cradled the 18 year old boy in his arms like a baby. Kyle nuzzled his head into the grown man's swollen chest muscles that radiated heat. The masculine scent and natural pheromones produced by the Stud caused the birthday boy to completely forget about his party. His mind went blank, and the crowd pointed and laughed at his reaction.

Some men on this planet are so masculine, so sexual, that it's only natural to fall to your knees and look up at them and flash a little smile so they that you're a submissive bitch. It's just what Mother Nature designed Studs to do. Only after seeing a Stud in person do you realize the world revolves around powerful men with big balls.

The Stud took a deep breath causing his chest to grow twice as big - he looked toward the birthday boy and said, "Two little birds told me that you turned 18 a couple months ago. Ever since then they have been planning to surprise you with something they figured you'd like."

The party turned to smile at Kyle's Mom and Dad - the two little birdies that schemed with a Stud to surprise their son on his big day. Some guests joked that Kyle's Dad should cover his eyes right about now. But both parents smiled proudly at their son being carried by the Stud in his early 40's.

Kyle's Mom livestreamed the party on her phone. She had spared no expense and hoped her son's party would go viral like the ones she saw on her Facebook feed.

"I'm sorry to cut the party short but if you lovely guests don't mind I want Kyle to unwrap the gift I have for him in private... just the two of us," the Stud said with a deep voice as he winked towards the party.

The crowd hissed with disappointment and began chanting loudly, "Frost his cake! Frost his cake! Frost his cake!"

Kyle's parents joined in on the chant and pumped their fists into the air, adding to the crowd's energy. They yelled "FROST HIS CAKE!" as loud as they could, because they didn't want to look like the stuffy, conservative parents they had growing up.

At one point Kyle's Mom drunk on the party's energy yelled at the Stud, "Frost his FUCKING cake."

The Stud threw Kyle over his shoulder and gently patted his bottom, making sure the crowd could see. A woman named Tiffany who Kyle took to Senior Prom yelled, "Please pound him in the ass for all of us Mr. Stud!" The party laughed in response.

Kyle's Mom laughed so hard tears formed in the corner of her eyes while Kyle's Dad shook hands with a co-worker wearing a tie and thanked him for finding the time to come.

Jacob and Brett watched as their best friend was suspended in the air, powerless to resist the Stud's control. Jacob leaned in close and asked his friend, "Hey Brett, what do you think of the Stud?"

"Oh... him? Yeah I guess he seems alright."

"Alright? Alright! Are you kidding me? He's 6 and a half feet tall, totally jacked, and lifted our buddy Kyle like a bag of sugar," Jacob said as he pretended to carry something over his shoulder.

Boomer parents turned the internet craze into a competition. Getting a Stud for your kid's birthday wasn't enough to get views anymore. Now, if parents wanted to go viral, the Stud had to be taller, stronger, and more masculine than any other Stud.

A Nuclear Arms Race amongst parents led to exorbitant Stud fees to hire the most masculine man for their son's party. Parents that spared no expense became 'Stud Owners' to gain exclusive rights to a Stud so he could never render his services at any other boy's party. This made the price of Studs increase even more and soon parents withdrew from retirement accounts and college savings to make sure their son was happy at his 18th birthday party.

Social media filled with tips of how parents could emphasize the size difference between their son and his Stud to increase the chance of going viral. Photos were taken at certain angles to make the barely legal boys appear smaller. Parents forbid their son's from wearing hoodies and baggy sweatpants, and instead, made them wear clothing in girl sizes to better showcase their youthful frame.

Kyle was carried away from his own party like a disobedient child. His legs kicked helplessly in the air as the Stud controlled him with little effort. A large hand pressed against the birthday boy's bottom. Kyle's Mom followed closely behind with a phone stretched in front of her. The camera lens recorded a smile that grew on the birthday boy's face as he was carried away to a private room.

Brett and Jacob felt the absence of their best friend. Brett turned and asked, "What do you think Kyle and his Stud are gonna do now that they're alone?"

"I dunno dude. I guess he's probably going to remove the Stud's brown leather belt and fumble with the zipper on his denim jeans like the virgin nerd he is. Then he'll probably reach into the Stud's boxers and unwrap the Studly dick that will cover him in frosting," Jacob replied casually.

Brett's thoughts drifted to the Stud. If his top half was that big and strong what did he hide under those denim jeans? Was he 8 inches? 10 inches? Maybe bigger? Brett stretched his arm in front of him and wondered if his hand could wrap around a Stud's girth.

As Brett imagined holding a Stud's cock in his hand he asked his friend, "Do boys use their ass to have sex with a Stud?"

Jacob shrugged and said, "I dunno. I guess so. Hopefully you'll find out soon what a birthday boy has to do to get his cake frosted. Has your Mom said anything yet?"

Last Monday, had come and went without Brett's Mom saying more than Happy Birthday. But since the search for a Stud only begins after reaching the age of consent, parties were delayed weeks or months so preparations could be made.

In this very moment, she may be spinning her web like a black widow spider, planning a party he will never forget.

Jacob tossed the plate that held birthday cake into the trash and said, "Would you let a Stud put his dick in your butt if it was the only way to get your cake frosted? Like otherwise your whole party was ruined if you didn't let him?"

Brett didn't respond to the question but walked more stiffly as they left the party. In his hand was a plate that was empty except for a few crumbs that he held against the front of his pants. After the last couple of parties Brett knew it was better to be prepared than to expose himself.

Brett got into his car and tossed the plate into the back seat. The bulge in his pants did nothing to hide his stiff penis underneath. He knew that he shouldn't beat himself up over this. Everyone reacts to a Stud differently.

Deep down we're all just animals hardwired for sex. Right?

He looked out his car windows to make sure no one in the parking lot was watching and then unbuttoned his pants. Brett lowered his boxers like opening a gift bag and revealed his stiff 18 year old penis that burned red with excitement.

Milky white pre-cum pooled in the front of his black boxers that created a contrast he knew his Mom would notice when she did laundry this week. Shame covered his face as he watched his penis continue to leak creamy pre-cum into his boxers.

As sperm swam aimlessly in his boxer briefs, Brett looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror and spoke like a father scolding a child, "This can't keep happening."

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The next day, all three members of the Rose house sat around the kitchen table.

"It's so nice having my babies home again," Mrs. Rose said cheerfully.

"How am I still a baby? I'm back from college for the Summer," Valerie said while scrolling on her phone.

"You will always be my babies. Sorry, not sor--,"

"Shut up Mom! Brett did you see the post from Kyle's party?," Valerie asked.

His older sister pulled a chair next to him and leaned in close. A Facebook post from Kyle's Mom said: Kyle celebrated his 18th birthday party with family, friends, and a well hung STUD! It's hard to believe our little boy graduated high school and is a grown man now. I'm thrilled to say yesterday his cake was FROSTED! Congratulations and Happy Birthday Sweetheart! Please like, comment, and share to help us celebrate!

Brett's heart raced as a picture of his best friend filled the screen. Posted to the whole world was a photo of a hundred million sperm swimming on his face. Semen covered his nose, mouth, and squinting eyes. The Stud's cum was so thick and creamy it looked like cream cheese frosting. A smile on Kyle's face was barely visible underneath the Stud's seed that sparkled from the camera's flash.

The post went live 4 minutes ago and already had 76 likes.

"Holy shit. Is that geek Kyle actually gonna go viral? I must admit he got a really cute frosting photo. Did they hire a photographer?" Valerie asked.

Kyle's friends and family shared the post. Each time Valerie refreshed the page it got new comments. Kyle's date to Senior Prom commented, "Love the photo Kyle! Looks like your Stud was just as happy as you on your big day! 9mL for average cum load and >8 inch dick on the form and then stood up and hugged her brother. "I'm so jealous of you Brett. Like OH MY GOD I wish this was my fucking party. What do you think Mom maybe I can get a Stud for my 21st birthday? Hahaha!"

Mom reminded Valerie again to stop cursing in her house and grabbed the preference form. She walked to the living room to call the agency to see what Stud options were available. The demand for Studs is greatest after high school graduation, so this was not the time to procrastinate.

Mom paced back and forth across the living room as she spoke to the Stud Agency. "Hi this is Mrs. Rose. I'm calling to find a Stud for my son's 18th birthday party. His preference is a man that is at least 6 foot 7 inches tall, heavily muscled, at least an 8 inch cock, and balls full of yummy frosting."

Valerie covered her mouth with both fists to contain her excitement. Her eyes scanned back and forth as she watched Mom pace in the living room. The kids listened as their Mom answered questions from the agency.

"We're willing to spare no expense...."

"No preference on ethnicity....."

"A Stud available in the next two weeks...."

"The perfect Stud is eager and able to accommodate what my family wants...."

Valerie's blue eyes opened wide as a deep, masculine voice was heard over the phone. It wasn't clear enough to make out the words, but it was obvious the voice belonged to an incredibly impressive male specimen. A Stud.

Mom was startled by the voice and said, "Hi, yes, I have an 18 year old son named Brett that needs his cake frosted."

After a short pause Mom's nervous giggling filled the house like a teenage girl talking to a crush. "Do you prefer I call you Stud? I can call you anything you want... Sir or Master maybe?"

Mom stopped pacing as she listened to the man on the other line. Then responded, "...... Oohhhhh I LOVE that name. I'll make sure to call you that from now on. I prefer to be called Ms. Rose, I dropped the 'R' when Brett's father left. Thank god he's gone now..."

Mom held the phone to her ear with a shoulder and started to groom herself with both hands. She adjusted bra straps. Picked lint off her black top. Fingered the lacy thong hidden beneath her pants. She ran both hands over her double D breasts and then cupped them from the bottom causing them to appear even larger, before remembering the kids were watching.

Growing up Brett had to listen silently as his friends perved on his Mom. They said she had everything you want in a woman - big tits, hourglass figure, cum-on-me ass, and beautiful face. As Brett watched his Mom talk on the phone he realized he couldn't disagree. She is beautiful. It was a miracle Mom didn't have a single gray streak in her black hair after raising two kids by herself for the last six years.

Mom started again. "I love BIG boys. You sound perfect for my baby... his Mommy approves! I just hope as a single parent I can afford to pay what I'm sure is a high fee for such an impressive Stud as yourself..."

After a moment of silence, the house echoed with Mom's giggling. She twirled a lock of hair with her fingers as she listened to the Stud. It was obvious money wasn't going to stop this man from being at her son's birthday party.

It took several minutes and multiple goodbyes before the phone call ended. As Mom approached the kitchen table, Valerie's mouth opened wide as she boiled with anticipation.

Mom's face was glowing, and a blush spread across her cheeks as she looked at her son and said, "You've got a Stud now sweetheart."

Valerie screamed and rose from the kitchen table. Mom clapped excitedly. They broke into a dance party as Brett watched.

"I don't know if I can go through with this anymore."

Valerie got in her brother's face and said, "Seriously bro? Mom is going through all this work to get you a Stud. You better not embarrass us by being lame and not getting your cake frosted. Your future will be ruined if you can't drain a Stud's balls. You know that 'lil bro?"

Mom held her son's hand and said, "I know you're scared sweetheart. I am too. You're just like your Mommy. But show us you're strong enough to let a Stud cover you in cum. Show the world that you're the man of the house now that your Father is gone."

Brett nodded but still felt awful. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I have no sexual experience. Zero. But now that I'm 18 I'm suddenly responsible for taking care of a complete stranger's cock and balls. I don't even know what will get him hard let alone make him orgasm... My only hope is that if Kyle did it, I can too."

"Look baby bro, as your older sister I'm here to watch over you. I could show you everything I know about pleasing a man myself, but your girlfriend Katie would be PISSED if you don't let her help you prepare to have a Stud frost your cake. My sorority sisters love to help their guy prepare for a Stud."

Mom shot her daughter a disapproving look as she talked openly about her sexual experience.

"What would Katie help with exactly?," Brett asked.

Valerie rolled her eyes and looked at Mom like her brother was a lost cause. Mom gestured with her hand for Valerie to continue.

"If you want to go viral you need to get covered in as much buttercream frosting as possible. Right? So Katie needs to help you prepare to empty the Stud's balls like you're trying to get fucking PREGNANT. And yes, OBVIOUSLY that means being ready to have lots of anal sex at your party."

Mom was quieter than normal as she shifted in her seat. Something made her uncomfortable. She lifted off the chair and rested her body weight on the kitchen table.

Valerie turned to Mom and asked, "By the way Mom... or should I say 'Ms. Rose', what did the Stud asked to be called?"

Mom dropped herself on the leather chair that made a faint moist sound just loud enough for her kids to notice. "The Stud who frosts your baby brother's cake at his 18th birthday party would like to be called..." she paused for a moment to take a deep breath and then looked her son in the eyes and said, "He'd like to be called Daddy."

"Hahahahaha!" Valerie's giggling taunted her brother out of the kitchen and up the stairs as the kids headed to their bedrooms. Before Brett closed the door his sister teased him and said, "Hey baby bro! I'm so happy Dad is finally returning after all these years to attend your birthday party! Don't forget to say 'Thank you Daddy' after he pipes sperm frosting all over you!"

Mom waited until the kids' doors shut upstairs before grabbing a washcloth from the kitchen. She glanced at the stairs to make sure neither child was watching and pulled her chair out from the table. The leather surface was stained with a ring of wetness. The lacy thong around her hips stood no chance of holding back the fluid that started to pour from her while she was on the phone.

As Mom cleaned her pussy juice from the chair she had to remind herself that even though a kid's birthday means a lot to a Mother, this was Brett's big day - not hers.

She walked upstairs and closed the Master bedroom door behind her. In the privacy of her bedroom, Mrs. Rose watched her reflection in the vanity mirror and told herself, "You will be a caring Mother that lets her baby boy go to his girlfriend's house to learn how to fuck a Stud. You will stand by and watch as your 18 year old son pleasures a Stud until his moans fill the room. You will sit silently at the moment of climax as the Stud's massive balls rise and superior DNA shoots from the head of his throbbing cock. You will not be jealous at your son's birthday party."

The last thing Mrs. Rose told herself was, "You're the kind of Mommy that has control over her body."

As a single mother of two, she sacrificed her whole life to make her kids happy. So it didn't matter how long ago it was since she last had sex. It didn't matter how deep the voice on the phone was. It didn't matter that his cock was 12 inches long. She needed to act like a perfect Mommy. Or at the very least, she had to try.

She undid the buttons on her pants and used a hand to flatten her huge tits so she could see what was hiding in her panties. Her feminine white cream contrasted with the black thong fabric. The black and white complimented each other - becoming more beautiful than their individual parts. A yin and yang.

She ran a finger across the damp fabric and collected it. She couldn't help but smile feeling how slippery her fluids were even at her age. Mrs. Rose took a deep breath that caused the fabric around her breast to stretch and scream. She raised a finger coated with wetness in front of her face.

She really did want to believe she could stand by and watch in silence as her sweet baby son went to his girlfriend's house to learn how to fuck a Stud. The wetness from her pussy dripped down her finger like vanilla ice cream melting down a waffle cone on a hot day.

Mrs. Rose spoke in the same loving tone she uses with her kids and whispered, "Oh Daddy... what did you do to me?" As the wet finger entered her mouth, she tasted the familiar flavor of her liquid. Mommy's juice.

She couldn't keep hidden from herself that a part of her doubted she could stand by and just watch as her son had all the fun at his 18th birthday party.

She used two fingers to scoop the pussy juice that pooled in her panties. Bit by bit, she swallowed her cream until it was all back inside her again. As she suckled her fingers the room filled with slurp, slurp slurrrrpp noises that reminded her of the sounds her kids made when they nursed on her.

She remembered how difficult it was to find DDD size bras as her milk started to come in. But the feeling of being able to completely provide for her kids changed her forever. That feeling that only a mother knows when her kids are truly happy.

In this moment, Mrs. Rose knew what she must do. A loving mother should be the person that helps her son prepare to fuck a Stud. Not some flat-chested prude girlfriend that hasn't even wrapped her lips around a cock. Let alone made it shoot strings of delicious cum.

In this moment, the name Katie annoyed her.

As Mrs. Rose undressed herself, her shirt and pants fell to the floor. She was naked except for sheer black panties that once again were saturated with slippery pussy fluid. She walked into the bathroom like a woman on a mission.

Her voice echoed across the bathroom tile, "My baby son deserves better."

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Brett was lying in bed too nervous to text Katie. He turned his head slightly at the sound of Mom's bedroom door shutting. What was he going to text his girlfriend? Hey, sweetie. My sister told me that you should show me everything you know about making a Stud cum a lot. Oh and can you show me how to have anal sex?

Katie has no experience with making anyone cum, let alone a Stud.

Brett opened Facebook on his phone. Social media knows better than you what content is relevant, and the post from Kyle's Mom was the first to appear. It had been 2 hours since she posted, and it had 1,402 Likes and 89 comments. Most were from complete strangers envious of Kyle's birthday party.

The sparkling layer of cum covered Brett's best friend. Streaks of cum dripped down his barely legal body. Brett wondered if his friend was completely naked when the Stud frosted his cake. He couldn't tell because Kyle's Mom tastefully cropped the picture to hide any obvious nudity. Brett was frustrated that he couldn't learn more. He liked the post and texted Kyle.

Brett: Hey man. Saw the post your Mom made. Very cool. I was going to comment but thought I'd just text you. Hope you had a great birthday!

Kyle: Totally! Thanks for coming dude! I hope you had a great time.

He waited for Kyle to text again. To acknowledge the photo of him covered in semen. He needed to know more. How big was he? What did his cum taste like? Everyone could see it was all over his lips... there's no way he doesn't know. Did the Stud take his virginity? Brett waited impatiently for him to text again and tried to ignore that his pants were growing tighter.

Kyle: I'm glad the photo turned out good. Mom is happy it's getting a lot of views on Facebook because they spent so much money. My Stud said the hardest he's ever cum in his life was at my birthday party LOL! I'm a lucky guy I guess...

Brett was stunned reading the text. Does that mean a virgin like Kyle made a Stud cum more than any woman he's ever been with? How is that even possible? Brett felt a spitefulness build inside him that he's never felt towards anyone let alone his best friend.

Jealousy built inside Brett as he stared at the photo. How did he get that much fucking cum? As he texted Kyle back, Brett couldn't hold back the bitterness he felt.

Brett: You think that was a lot of cum? Just wait until my birthday party dude. I'll show you something about going viral.

Brett was annoyed enough to finally text Katie and asked if she saw the photo of Kyle online.

Katie: Yeah I did. He looks so happy. I think he had a good party. Hehe. :)

Brett: My Mom just got off the phone with a Stud for my party. Not sure how I feel about it. My sister freaked me out saying that I needed to prepare myself to please the Stud. But I don't know the first thing about it...

Katie: I'd love to help you! Why don't you come over and I can show you a few things. I just checked with my parents, and they're cool with it! Date night!