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A few years ago, I was sharing an apartment with my cousin. At first, he seemed like a normal dude, bit of a freak, sure, but manageable. But that changed real quick. 
This guy was obsessed with giving back (his back) to the community but not out of kindness. He’d bring home literal street beggars, car washers, runaway kids, and migrant drifters from the train tracks, feed them, let them shower, even gave them sneakers, all in exchange for getting his dick sucked or worse.
At first I kept to myself, locked in my room, smoking or blasting music just to block it out. But eventually he asked me to watch his back in case one of these guys got violent mid hookup, especially since he was usually drugged out of his mind on poppers. I agreed. My low inhibness and curiosity took over. And tbh I got used to it
But nothing, and I am being 100% serious, no exaggeration, prepared me for the night he brought home the ultimate filth god.
This man wasn’t just homeless, he looked like a literal fucking zombie. Hair matted with grease and dirt, clothes stiff with dirt, body trembling, eyes blank like he’d died weeks ago. My cousin gave him a cup of instant noodles and sat him down like a guest.
That’s when the guy pulled something out of his jacket. I grabbed my strap, thought it was a weapon.
Nope.
It was a dead rat.
The dude doused it in paint thinner and started huffing it like a rag. And my cousin? He got visibly horny. Didn’t even wait for him to finish eating. Just went straight for the guys pants.
I was so shocked I didn’t know whether to puke or light another joint. I lit the joint.
Next thing I know, my cousin is fully naked, bent over offering himself up like a tribute. The disgusting hobo started eating him out like it was his last meal. Then he pulled out the biggest, filthiest cock I’ve ever seen and went in raw.
What followed was like a demonic possession. Poppers, sweat, moaning, the whole place smelled like fucking death. But it doesn’t end there.
Mid-thrust, the guy stops, grabs his rat, and shoves it inside my cousin.
I’m being 100% serious here.
He ratblasted him.
Kept thrusting while forcing the rat in deeper. My cousin was screaming like I’ve never heard him before.
Eventually it ended. The guy pulled out, finished eating his noodles, started yelling nonsense at me (probably hallucinating), and I chased him out with my gun. He left so fast he forgot his pants. I laughed, smoked some more, and passed out.
Next morning my cousin was crying, holding his stomach, saying something was wrong. I helped him to the bathroom.
He shat out the rat.
Dead. Torn. Covered in maggots. I almost passed out.
We rushed to the clinic. Emergency washout, antibiotics, trauma therapy. He survived. Barely.
This guy was obsessed with giving back (his back) to the community but not out of kindness. He’d bring home literal street beggars, car washers, runaway kids, and migrant drifters from the train tracks, feed them, let them shower, even gave them sneakers, all in exchange for getting his dick sucked or worse.
At first I kept to myself, locked in my room, smoking or blasting music just to block it out. But eventually he asked me to watch his back in case one of these guys got violent mid hookup, especially since he was usually drugged out of his mind on poppers. I agreed. My low inhibness and curiosity took over. And tbh I got used to it
But nothing, and I am being 100% serious, no exaggeration, prepared me for the night he brought home the ultimate filth god.
This man wasn’t just homeless, he looked like a literal fucking zombie. Hair matted with grease and dirt, clothes stiff with dirt, body trembling, eyes blank like he’d died weeks ago. My cousin gave him a cup of instant noodles and sat him down like a guest.
That’s when the guy pulled something out of his jacket. I grabbed my strap, thought it was a weapon.
Nope.
It was a dead rat.
The dude doused it in paint thinner and started huffing it like a rag. And my cousin? He got visibly horny. Didn’t even wait for him to finish eating. Just went straight for the guys pants.
I was so shocked I didn’t know whether to puke or light another joint. I lit the joint.
Next thing I know, my cousin is fully naked, bent over offering himself up like a tribute. The disgusting hobo started eating him out like it was his last meal. Then he pulled out the biggest, filthiest cock I’ve ever seen and went in raw.
What followed was like a demonic possession. Poppers, sweat, moaning, the whole place smelled like fucking death. But it doesn’t end there.
Mid-thrust, the guy stops, grabs his rat, and shoves it inside my cousin.
I’m being 100% serious here.
He ratblasted him.
Kept thrusting while forcing the rat in deeper. My cousin was screaming like I’ve never heard him before.
Eventually it ended. The guy pulled out, finished eating his noodles, started yelling nonsense at me (probably hallucinating), and I chased him out with my gun. He left so fast he forgot his pants. I laughed, smoked some more, and passed out.
Next morning my cousin was crying, holding his stomach, saying something was wrong. I helped him to the bathroom.
He shat out the rat.
Dead. Torn. Covered in maggots. I almost passed out.
We rushed to the clinic. Emergency washout, antibiotics, trauma therapy. He survived. Barely.
