The WMAF Fuck Club Ch. 01

Chapter 1: The White Man's Burden

Blake Anderson laughed casually as he gently flicked the remote in his hand.

A wall-to-wall flat TV screen began playing a video, with crisp ultra-HD resolution revealing a daze of soft colors.

......

The scene opens. This is a dorm room, which is glowing under the soft, romantic haze of red lighting.

A handsome white man is standing there. He is a water polo player for West Coast University. At 6 feet 6 inches tall, he is a sculpted masterpiece of a man: broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, and strong muscles that look well defined beneath the crisp fabric of his tailored dress shirt.

His golden blonde hair catches the light like a halo, framing a face so strikingly handsome that it is almost distracting.

Standing in front of him is a beautiful Asian girl. She is gorgeous: a Chinese beauty with her silky black hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing an elegant red nightdress that hugs her delicate curves.

The camera pans to the smiling man again: his high cheekbones, a chiseled jaw dusted with stubble, and those piercing blue eyes, brimming with desire. They gaze into the Asian girl's brown eyes with an intensity that makes her heart start racing.

Her C-cup breasts rise with each breath, her lips parting slightly as she laughs at his jokes, the sound like music in the intimate space between them. His voice, deep and smooth, curls around her like smoke.

"You're even more beautiful when you smile," he murmurs, his thumb brushing her lower lip. She shudders with delight.

The air between them crackles with tension as he leans in closer. "I've wanted to do this all night," he confesses, his breath warm against her mouth. And then he kisses her, slow and deep, his large hands sliding possessively down her back, pulling her close against him.

She melts into the heat of his body, her fingers tangling in his hair, lost in the radiant gaze of his handsome face.

......

The dorm room scene vanished abruptly as the camera panned out.

The computer lab, one of the very finest at West Coast University, was locked from the inside, ensuring no accidental intrusions from unwanted visitors.

Standing in front of the screen was Blake Anderson, the very same man from the video, now in the flesh. At 6'6", he was every bit as stunning as the romantic man on screen. His golden blonde hair glimmered with reflected light from the ceiling, and his piercing blue eyes were focused intently on the giant screen, the video now paused in the middle of his make-out session with the pretty Asian girl.

Blake's athletic swimmer's build was on full display, with his broad shoulders tapering to chiseled abs lightly dusted with chest hair. This was a gift of Mother Nature from his excellent genes, in addition to years of intense water polo training.

But what came next was a shocking reveal. Blake wasn't just standing there--he was completely naked. His rock-hard erection jutted out like the branch of a tree, a massive 10 inches long, with huge testicles that left no room for modesty.

He held the remote control casually, explaining with a smirk, "Rich Chinese exchange students? You know, they're really hard to please. Brothers, you really gotta put in the effort. See how much effort I put into the lighting, the decor, and my handsome outfit?"

In the lab, seated uncomfortably, were two other men.

Jason Battaglia, a cocky 6'5" Italian-American basketball player from New Jersey, leaned back in his chair and rolled his eyes. His dark hair, lightly tanned skin, and mischievous brown irises gave him a naturally confident air. His overly tight tank top flashed his nipples whenever he moved, and his grey gym shorts contained a huge bulge.

"Eyyy, what the actual fuck, Blake?" Jason drawled in his thick Jersey accent, gesturing at the screen. "We're here to watch some shitty rom-com? And why the hell are you buck naked? Is this some Minnesota thing?"

Beside him, Mitch Henderson, a 6'9" corn-fed Midwestern football player, shifted uncomfortably in his sweat-soaked, too-tight uniform. He was a hulking, handsome giant of a man. His brown hair was damp, his friendly blue eyes scanning the room with mild annoyance.

"Yeah, Blake," Mitch echoed, though less crudely. "I need to get back to practice. I'm trying to go pro here. And we've already seen each other naked, you big showoff. First you make us skip dinner, and now there's going to be a show?"

Jason Battaglia, however, was already leaning back in his chair like he owned the place, his cocky grin spreading wide. Oh this guy, Mitch thought to himself, he just never stops. "Ey, Mitchy boy," Jason drawled in his thick Jersey accent, his tone dripping with mockery. "You ain't gonna make it pro if you're whinin' about missin' a fuckin' Big Mac. Chill the fuck out, man. Besides, Blake's got somethin' here--what, you never seen a dude's dick before? Shit, this one's practically a national treasure."

He barked out a laugh, his brown eyes gleaming with mischief as he gestured toward Blake's naked form. "Though, yeah, Blake, maybe next time you outta throw on a speedo or somethin'. I ain't tryna see your Minnesota moonshine in HD."

Mitch groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're impossible, Battaglia."

Jason smirked, leaning forward like he was about to drop the punchline of the century. "Impossible? Nah, man. I'm just that good. And hey, if Blake's gonna star in his own fuckin' rom-com, I wanna see the director's cut. Maybe he'll throw in some bloopers--like that time he tripped over his own shoelaces tryin' to impress that chick from Econ." He paused, grinning wider. "Or maybe we'll get a behind-the-scenes look at how he gets that stick up his ass polished so shiny."

Blake rolled his eyes, but even he couldn't suppress a smirk. "You're a real asshole, Jason."

Jason shrugged, his confidence radiating like a damn spotlight. "Yeah, and? You love me for it. Now hit play before Mitch here starts cryin' about his fuckin' protein shake."

Jason grinned, punching Mitch playfully. "Relax, big guy. Chill out, brother. You're always obsessed with sports." Mitch shoved him back, chuckling despite himself, as Jason added, "And Blake, man, you're hung like a fuckin' horse. More like three horses, in fact. What ya got next, a full-on nature documentary or some shit?"

Blake laughed, shaking his head at Jason's crude humor. Before he could react, Jason snatched the remote from his hand, delivering a loud slap to Blake's ass that echoed through the lab.

"Yo, Blake, you're built like a fuckin' Greek statue, but man, you gotta tone down the exhibitionism," Jason joked, his Jersey accent thicker than ever. "Now, let's skip the foreplay and get to the juicy shit!" He fast-forwarded the video, stopping abruptly as Blake began unbuttoning his dress shirt on screen.

Jason and Mitch froze, their eyes widening in unison. "Holy shit, this is porn!" Jason roared, slapping Mitch's shoulder so hard it echoed. Mitch, still recovering from the blow, let out a low whistle. "You've gotta be kidding me," he muttered, though his smirk betrayed his amusement.

Jason was already hollering, flexing his muscular arms in exaggerated excitement. "Yo, Blake, my man's got moves! Look at those guns--shit, I'd pay to see that in IMAX!" Mitch chuckled, shaking his head. "You're such an ass, Jason," he said, though he couldn't hide his grin.

......

On screen, the woman nervously reaches out, her fingers trembling as she brushes Blake's abs through his unbuttoned shirt.

"Your... your muscles are incredible," she stammers, her cheeks flushing with desire.

Blake smirks, his voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. "You like what you see? Want to see more?"

She nods eagerly, her hot breath quickening as Blake lets his shirt fall to the floor, revealing his chiseled physique--light blonde chest hair dusting his powerful chest, his broad shoulders tapering to a defined V-line, and just the top of his golden pubic hair hinting at what lay beneath.

The woman gasps, stunned into silence.

......

Jason whistled loudly, leaning forward in his chair. "Damn, bro, you look like you walked out of a fuckin' Calvin Klein ad!"

Blake laughed, shaking his head. "You're such a damn clown, Jason."

......

On screen, Blake takes the woman's hand, his voice soft yet teasing. "Your hands are so beautiful," he murmurs, guiding her palm closer to his pants.

The massive bulge straining against the fabric is impossible to ignore, a dark wet spot spreading as her eyes open wide in shock.

......

"Yo, what's wrong, babe?" Jason called out mockingly to the screen, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

......

Her voice trembles as she recoiled slightly, her eyes fixed on Blake's groin. "I... I've never... wow, oh my god.. you're - you're so HUGE," she stammers, her face a mix of awe and fear.

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Jason burst out laughing, slapping his thigh. "Damn right he is! Blake, man, you're packin' a whole damn buffet down there!"

Standing naked in front of the screen, Blake laughed, grabbing his massive erection and pointing it at Jason like a gun. "Pew pew!" he mock-fired, drawing a roar of laughter from Jason.

"Yo, man, you're whack!" Jason shouted, clutching his sides. "That thing's loaded more than a fuckin' Tommy gun!" Mitch groaned, shaking his head, but even he couldn't hold back a chuckle.

...

Back in the video, Blake suddenly looks nervous, glancing down at his pants.

"Oh no," he mutters, feigning embarrassment. "I think I... spilled something." It is an obvious lie, but the dorm room has no built-in bathroom.

"I'm so sorry," he says, his tone apologetic. "Would you turn around? I need to change my pants right away. Please cover your eyes, don't look!"

The woman nods, covering her eyes with her hands--though she coyly peeks at him through her fingers.

Her jaw drops as Blake strips down completely, his massive 10-inch erection swinging free. The camera angle captures every detail, and her expression twists open in shock.

......

"Good thing Blake's got a cameraman who knows his angles," Jason joked crudely, leaning back in his chair. "Fuckin' Oscar-worthy cinematography right there!"

Mitch rolled his eyes, muttering, "You're unbelievable."

......

The woman screams, recoiling from Blake in horror.

"OH MY GOD!" she shrieks, her hands flying to her mouth. "YOU'RE A FREAK! JUST LOOK AT THAT THING!"

She recoils and walks backwards against the wall, her chest heaving in shock, her outraged eyes fixated intensely on the sheer length and sheer size of his erect penis.

Blake immediately drops to his knees, his face contorted with genuine-seeming distress. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" he cries, awkwardly attempting to comfort her.

He looks at her with distress glowing in the deep blue wells of his eyes, silently pleading for acceptance. Although he tries remain stoic, his strong emotional firewall comes tumbling down, and tears start to glisten in his piercing blue eyes.

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A very concerned Mitch asked: "Blake, what exactly is going on here?"

But Blake simply shushed him and pointed at the video.

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Back on screen, the tears start to grow heavy, and drop by drop, they begin to roll down Blake's fine Nordic cheeks.

Blake starts breathing heavily, then clutching his own penis nervously. Then he finally bursts out crying as he breaks down completely, his massive shoulders shaking with loud sobs that pound the walls.

"PLEASE STOP!" he roars suddenly, his deep, commanding voice freezing her in place.

The girl stars at him, wide-eyed, as tears cascade down his handsome face, wetting the stylish blonde stubble around his mouth.

"Girls always run away from me," he chokes out, his voice trembling. "They think I'm just some... some freak with a HUGE FUCKING DICK!" He shouts the last words, his voice cracking, as he collapses onto the floor, weeping uncontrollably.

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Jason burst out laughing. "Yo, Blake, you missed your callin'! You should've been an actor, man--next fuckin' Brad Pitt!"

Mitch smirked, shaking his head. "More like next Brad Pitt's manlier stunt double."

......

In the video, the woman's demeanor shifts suddenly.

"No, no, no" she whispers, crouching beside Blake. "I am truly SO sorry. I apologize. You're not a freak!"

Her voice softens as she reaches out, her fingers brushing his tear-streaked cheeks. "You're gorgeous, and kind, and... and amazing, you know that? I had the most amazing time tonight. Your smiles lit up the whole room, and every other girl was checking you out, do you remember?"

"Oh god, I'm really SORRY! Please don't be mad at me!"

Blake looks up, his blue eyes glistening with hope, as she wraps her arms around him. The intense warmth of his large and athletic body seems to ignite a fire deep within in her, as white-hot sparks of admiration started to dance inside her beautiful brown eyes.

Their embrace grew tight, their breaths quickening, and soon they are tongue-kissing passionately, her arousal palpable.

......

Jason wolf-whistled, smirking. "Damn, Blake, you're smoother than a fuckin' buttered-up slip 'n slide!"

Blake laughed, shaking his head. "Shut up, man."

Blake smirked, his massive erection twitching as he gestured at the screen. "Bros, this is called sympathymaxxing. You set up a scenario where you have to get naked--not 'cause you're a pervert, but 'cause of some bullshit excuse. Works every time. Then you start crying--make sure it's believable, no weak-shit crybaby acting."

He continued: "Now normally, women get the 'ick' when they see men cry, but that's because most men are ugly. If you're a very handsome and strong dude, a so-called Chad Thundercock," gesturing to himself. "Boy are the tables turned or what! They actually start feeling sympathy for you. They lean in for a hug, you start kissing her, and then you fellas already know the rest."

Blake winked as he enunciated that very last phrase.

Jason snorted. "Sympa-fuckin'-what? Sounds like some soyboy TikTok shit."

Mitch frowned. "So you just... trick them into seeing you naked?"

Blake shrugged. "More like strategically introduce the goods."

Jason grabbed the remote, flipping through other videos:

Blake, shirtless and panicked, screaming about "bugs" crawling on him in a janitor's closet with a terrified K-pop beauty.

Blake, his pants "stuck" in a vacuum cleaner, frantically cutting them off in front of a wide-eyed Taiwanese girl.

Blake, his pants "on fire" by a bonfire, stripping down while a Filipina covers her mouth in shock.

For once, Jason was silent. Then, grudgingly: "... Okay. Let me be real. That's... kinda genius."

Blake grinned. "Told you."

Jason instantly reverted, slapping his thigh. "You fucking sex machine, you goddamned genius!" He continued his crude pean to Blake's masculinity: "Look at those Asian bitches starin' at your fuckin' meat hammer, like it's about to break a hole in their walls. Because it IS, baby. And you're built like a brick shithouse, if that shithouse was the size of a bull elephant."

"Now let's see the fuckin' money shot!" Jason sped up the video, ignoring Blake's annoyed protests.

......

On screen, Blake devours the woman's pussy, her back arching as she cums hard again and again.

Her ecstasy is palpable, even with the audio muffled on the accelerated video footage--her mouth is constantly open, and her legs and arms twitch as she screams from the blunt impact of his skilled tongue, A very dark spot of wetness begins to spread across the bedsheets.

Then, comes the slow, teasing push of his cock. In a doggy style position, Blake teases her, stimulating her clitoris and the folds of her tight Asian pussy with the pink tip of his ivory baby maker, causing her to gasp and clutch her breasts in pleasure.

And then comes the thrusting--first slow and gentle, her mouth now screaming in pain intermingled with happiness, then building up to a faster taper, and finally, frenzied fucking from tip to base. The dark spot on the bedsheets continues to grow, soaking deep into the mattress.

Finally, Blake starts screaming, himself, at the top of his lungs (the audio being faintly hearable). He pulls out and aims massive ropes of cum at her heaving breasts. Some of the shots miss and launch very far, hitting the headboard of the bed.

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Jason leapt up. "HOLY SHIT! Blake, you fuckin' stud! That's some IMAX-level nut!" He gestured wildly. "And the angles? Chef's kiss, bro. Chef's. Fuckin'. Kiss."

Mitch exhaled sharply. "Damn. That was... effective."

Blake, still stroking himself absently, smirked to himself. "Told you it works, brothers. We not only fucked three times that night, but she was begging for more the very next day." He stroked his penis absent-mindedly. "Wanna see the footage? This time I came deep inside her pussy."

Jason cackled. "Hey brother, we've already all seen each other buck ass naked, cummin' in the guts of some Asian slut from the streets, remember that trip to Thailand last summer? Buddy, you was fuckin' three Asian girls next to me at the same time. I know your horny ass filmed it, too. But next time, I'm directin'. We'll call it 'Jason's Jackhammer Jamboree'."

Mitch groaned. "God help us all."

Blake belly laughed, flicking the lights back on--revealing that he was now furiously masturbating with both hands.

The screen now displayed a screenshot of the same woman, her messages glowing with adoration: "I can't wait to see you again, you're so handsome!" "I love you so much!" "You're the best I've ever had!"

Blake arched his back deeply, pulling his arms back with mighty fists, and suddenly let out a primal roar that made Jason and Mitch jump out of their seats.

He unleashed an absurdly massive load, shooting at least 15 thick ropes of cum that flew six feet across the room, splattering the screen in hot white streaks.

Breathing heavily, Blake smirked. "Yeah, so I dumped her after two days," he said casually, still stroking himself. "That's what I think about her 'love.' I move on to the next slut. No attachments--just the game."

Jason erupted in laughter, slapping his thigh. "Fuckin' A, Blake! That's how you do it, bro! Life's too short to get tied down, man. More pussy, more problems!" His Jersey accent thickened as he leaned back, grinning like a madman. "Bitches come and go, but the nut? That's forever, baby."

Mitch shifted uncomfortably, his stoic demeanor cracking slightly. "I've had sex with a lot of girls too," he admitted, "Mostly 'cause they can't keep their hands off me. But someday, I swear on my mother's heart, I'm gonna find the one. I'll do the Christian thing--settle down and get married."

Blake burst out laughing, and Jason jumped on Mitch like a shark.

"Bullshit, Mitchy boy! You're lyin' through your teeth, bro. You're out here fuckin' more than anyone--don't act all holier than thou!" Jason jabbed Mitch in the arm, teasing him mercilessly. "You ain't foolin' no one with that corn-fed Ken act, brody."

Mitch rolled his eyes, but Blake intervened, pulling both men into a wet, cum-soaked bear hug. Jason and Mitch quickly made up, trading jokes and compliments, while Blake's flaccid cock dripped cum all over the floor.

Then Blake dropped the bombshell. "Brothers," he said, pulling out his smartphone, "I've just started an NSFW Twitter account. And my porn's going viral." He showed them the stats on his smartphone--his OnlyFans had earned $36,000 in the past month alone.

Jason and Mitch stared blankly, their jaws wide open in shock and amazement.

Holy crap, Blake.

Can you even believe this guy?

There is no fucking way.