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Edd was sitting in his room at his desk in the late evening, around eight or nine pm. He knows he shouldn’t, but he’s listening to Matt and Tord fuck again. Usually when he heard moaning, he would leave the house, go outside for a nice walk and explore the area, he even got drunk with Tom a couple of times. There’s only so much he can do, though. It seemed like they fucked three times a day, like it was something they need, like they need to feel up on each other constantly.
Well, Edd needs them to shut up. He hates to say it, but hearing them turns him on, it almost hurts. He never had such a want for someone to touch him. Of course, he can’t ask Tord or Matt because they make it very obvious that they are in a relationship, and Tom... he might give him a blank stare and tell him to fuck off, it would be awkward with Tom. He would look up porn, but it just doesn’t have the specific stuff he’s looking for. So, he started drawing the scenarios on paper.
That’s right, he draws NSFW in a notebook. He got a notebook for drawing NSFW stuff about a year or two ago, way before they moved to America for college, but he never used it much until now. He used to use it for drawing basic human anatomy, drawing them naked and drawing people fucking when he was in the mood -he also drew some furry porn, some for selling and some for his own entertainment. Then, when Matt’s and Tord’s sex drive went through the roof, it seemed like his has too. He’s been able to avoid scratching that itch for a good month or two, but he can’t always leave the house when they start moaning. He has been really tempted to give them a taste of their medicine by playing loud moaning sounds when they’re trying to sleep, or perhaps even use his own voice for such dirty acts. He’s decided against it though, there could be a high chance that his plan won’t work and embarrass the hell out of him or turn those fuckers on even more.
Right now, Edd was drawing tentacle porn. He made a comic featuring himself. It would start out with a scene of Matt on top of Tord ramming himself into his ass while Tord is lying on the bed, drooling and moaning Matt’s name. Then it would cut to Edd, sitting in his room at his desk, like how he is right now expect he had his head laid on his desk with an arm supporting it while he touches himself underneath the desk, letting out small whimpers and moans.
Not to say he isn’t touching himself under the table as he’s drawing this, he’s been feeling himself through his tan khakis the whole time, he thought it would be a good idea to take a moment to unzip his pants and free his dick from its clothed cage. He slightly shivered from the cool air grazing his cock, and softly moaned when he started to slowly stroke himself. That felt good.
Back to the in-comic Edd, it shows that he’s touching himself from under the desk and a cold slimy tentacle had started to slither up his thigh. Then it pans out and from a side view you could see in-comic Edd get startled by something cold and slimy touching him from underneath his desk. It goes over to in-comic Edd’s perspective as he’s rolling out the office chair to take a peak at what’s underneath the desk, and as he’s realizing that there is a tentacle under his desk, it slowly starts to come out from underneath the desk and shows itself.
Then, the comic cuts to Tord and Matt fucking again, but they stop when they hear scream that’s not their own. It cuts back to Edd being held up in the air by a tentacle while another one slips out and tears his clothes off. In-comic Edd was struggling to get out from their slimy grasp, but they wouldn’t let up. They had his arms behind his back and his legs lifted up to expose him, he tried to scream for help but as soon as he shouted out Tom’s name one of the tentacles shoved itself in his mouth as the another one started to grab ahold of his cock and jacks him off while another one easily slips itself inside of him, trying to find his prostate.
In-comic Edd was withering around, it was too much for him, especially after two smaller tentacles started messing with his nipples. It was too much for him to handle all at once but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. The tentacle found in-comic Edd’s prostate and started to relentlessly slam in it, then it shows him cumming for the first time as.
Edd could only imagine what it felt like, he almost questions his want for this to happen. How could he want something so bad when he’s never had it before. He wants to take a break so he can finish himself off, he can feel himself getting close to his release, but he pulls his hand away and lays it back on the table. He wants to get this done before he cums.
So, he continues to draw himself getting raped by tentacles. The tentacles keep milking him, they want more. In-comic Edd is crying and shaking his head, he doesn’t want this, he can’t handle this, this is all too much for poor Edd.
Just as he was about draw the next scene, somebody just so happens to barge in without knocking.
“Edd!”