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Corey whined as he rode Liam's thick cock while Liam fucked up into his tight ass. They were in a secluded spot in the woods, not far from Camp Crystal Lake, with nothing but the glow of their lantern lighting up their tent. There were cans of beer strewn about and an ashtray with a joint that had already long burned out. It was the perfect setting for some debauchery.
Corey's boyfriend Lucas was somewhere out in the woods, looking for some firewood, but had been gone for over an hour now, giving Liam and Corey the perfect opportunity to have some fun while he was gone. Corey threw his head back, moaning loudly for anything and anyone at their campsite to hear. He fisted his cock, furiously chasing his orgasm as Liam bottomed out and shot his load into Corey. Corey wasn't far behind him.
Unbeknownst to the two horny teens, someone was outside their tent. They watched as Corey's shadow had ridden Liam like he was on horseback.
Ki ki ki...ma ma ma...ki ki ki...ma ma ma...
Corey sighed contently as he toppled over onto Liam, a goofy smile on his face. "That was awesome," he said, panting. Liam had reached over for the joint and his Zippo lighter, hoping to get the last out of his weed when suddenly the tent opened up and a giant, hulking man in a hockey mask jumped into the tent.
Corey and Liam screamed in terror and then...
June 13th, 1980
"And then Jason pounced on the two of them with his machete in hand," said Isaac.
The counselors of Camp Hardwood were gathered around the the campfire, hot wieners on a stick and marshmallows roasting over the cackling flames as Isaac told them the urban legends surrounding the camp back when it was known as Camp Crystal Lake. Scott and Theo sat opposite of each other while their friends listened with rapt attention at the campfire story. But that didn't mean they wouldn't be sneaking glances at one another.
"It turns out that Corey's boyfriend had been dead the whole time. Jason had killed him before killing them next. And that's definitely a true story."
"Bullshit!" Erica shouted in disbelief. "I heard it was a chainsaw. And he didn't wear a hockey mask. It was the boyfriend's skinned face that he wore over his head."
Jackson scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Why would he use a chainsaw? You could hear that a mile away!"
"No way, you're all wrong! it was a hook that he used!" Stiles interjected as he stuffed his face with two roasted marshmallows, "And Thason was an ethcaped paythent from a menthal hothpital not far from tha camp."
"Ugh, Stilinski! Don't talk with your mouth full!" complained Danny. "And that's a whole different other urban legend."
Stiles swallowed the thick, gooey treats but pointedly stuffed his face with two more marshmallows like he was going for some kind of world record. Isaac shushed them all as he continued on with the story. "It's not an urban legend. It really did happen here before they changed the name of the camp. Legend has it that, Jason used to go to the same camp back in the fifties but he drowned in the lake. They say his body is still there, but will come out of the lake to stalk the camp."
The group continued interrupting with their own interpretations of the story, talking over one another and not paying much attention at all to Scott and Theo, who continuously eye-fucked each other from across the fire. Scott held up his stick with his cooked hot dog to his lips, licking them seductively before swiping at the tip of frank. He kissed it, licked it again, and put just an inch his mouth as if he was simulating a blowjob, all the way while looking at Theo with bedroom eyes.
Meanwhile, Theo sat watching him, legs spread out, his shorts riding up his thick thighs, obscene bulge in full view. He elected to wear his favorite crop top, showing a bit of abs and just a peak of treasure trail. Scott was ready to jump him when he saw him walking out in such a skimpy outfit.
Theo subtly adjusted his boner in his shorts to a more comfortable position as he tried to pretend like his boyfriend wasn't acting like a total whore in full view of the other counselors.
"It's a hundred percent an urban legend," Lydia said matter-of-factly, "As soon as you drown, no more oxygen reaches the brain and it becomes completely dead as with motorfunctions of the body. It's completely illogical for someone dead to be able to still walk and talk, let alone kill with a machete or a fisherman hook or a chainsaw."
"Then how do you explain all the killings?" Isaac asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's simple," Lydia said, shrugging. "They were made up." She was met with a series of disgruntled groans. "A slaughtering in the woods would've made national news, this has all the makings of an urban legend parents tell their kids so they don't drink beer or smoke some pot or have premarital sex."
"Ooh, but we love premarital sex!" Erica declared as she wrapped her arms around Boyd and Isaac. The group hooped and hollered and wolf whistled at her.
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat and the group fell silent. A man walked into glow of the campfire. He was tall and muscular, wearing a Camp Hardwood shirt that were obscenely too tight it hugged his perky tits together. Much like Theo, he wore his shorts high and stretched out over thick, hairy thighs and the most massive ass anyone has ever seen. Complete with a healthy mustache growing on his scowling face, the man looked down at them with stern eyes.
"Do you guys know what time it is?" asked Derek Hale, the head counselor at Camp Hardwood. "You know tomorrow morning is when the kids arrive. We should be getting a good night's rest."
Stiles waved at the man dismissively. "Oh, come on, Big D, join us! We're talking about that old Jason Voorhees urban legend."
Derek huffed. "That's not an urban legend, it's actually true."
Isaac smiled smugly while Lydia just groaned. "Not you, too!"
Much to their surprise, Derek took a seat between Isaac and Allison Argent as he began telling the story of when Jason drowned in the lake and how his mother came to get their revenge. The story seemed interesting enough but Scott and Theo wanted nothing more than to get away for a little privacy. Especially if General Sergeant Derek, an affectionate nickname the campers came up with because he was normally such a hardass, was going to be sitting by the campfire to tell old ghost stories.
Scott cleared his throat subtly, putting his now cold weenie aside. "I, uh, need to use the little camper's room. Anyone wanna come with?"
"What are you? Scared, McCall?" Jackson teased.
Scott flipped him off. Theo stood up and offered to come with while the others continued listening in on Derek's story. Hearts racing, the two boys scurried off towards the cabins. It was hard to see in the dark with only the light from the moon and the one from the main cabin illuminating the way for them.
A large figure was standing just behind one of the neighboring cabins, unseen by the two horny teens as they made their way towards Cabin 11, the one Scott was staying in with Isaac and Stiles.
Ki ki ki...ma ma ma...ki ki ki...ma ma ma...
Scott and Theo entered the cabin and almost immediately, Theo had Scott against the wall and crashing his lips into his. They made out heatedly, stripping out of their shirts as they banged their crotches together. Theo lifted Scott off the ground and wrapped his legs around his waist, nibbling on Scott's lower lip to make the boy moan.
After making out for a good five minutes, Scott eventually unwrapped himself from Theo and got down on his knees. He hooked his thumbs over the waistband of Theo's shorts, tugging them down to his thighs. Theo never liked wearing underwear in the first place. They only rode high whenever he wore his shorts, so he just went without them.
Theo's hard cock smacked Scott in the face as the floppy-haired teen chased after it with his tongue like a dog begging for a bone. He finally got the thick member into his mouth. He moaned around Theo's shaft, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. Theo tossed his head back, thrust forward into Scott's slutty mouth.
"Ah, fuck," Theo hissed as he watched Scott's lips stretch over his girth.
Scott reached down and fished his cock out of his shorts, pulling the waistband under his balls so that he can jerk himself while sucking off Theo.
Ki ki ki...ma ma ma...ki ki ki...ma ma ma...
The figure had trudged over to the cabin window, using the moonlight to catch slutty Scott sucking Theo off. The hulking figure watched as Theo fucked into Scott's throat as Scott made the most whorish gagging noises. The figure reached down to his tattered up pants and pulled out a long and girthy, ten-inch cock. The shaft was pale and white, like no blood was in his veins but he still managed to get hard. He squeezed the hardening member at the base before sliding it up in agonizingly slow strokes.
His breathing had started laboring, massive tits stretching the fabric of its dirty button up shirt to its limits. Its buttons were holding on for dear life as the figure continued jerking himself off at the sight of Scott and Theo fooling around. Pretty soon, the figure's thrusts into his fist became more erratic as Theo's body started spasming while he unloaded into Scott's mouth, who gulped it all down.
He watched as Scott stood up, admiring the way the boy's body looked and imagining how it would feel under his touch. Theo twisted Scott around and pulled his shorts down over the boy's fat ass, spreading his cheeks apart and diving right in. Scott held his face against the door of the cabin as Theo ate him out.
The figure outside grunted, not loud enough for Scott or Theo to hear, as he unloaded ropes of slimy cum against the outside cabin wall. His body spasmed with each stream of jizz until he emptied himself completely.
Inside the cabin, Scott grabbed one of Stiles' shirts that he had just carelessly tossed around and shot his load into it. Theo stood up, smirking and looking very pleased with himself, and turned Scott back around. Scott pulled his shorts up, body glistening with sweat, and tossed Stiles' shirt into the laundry basket. He'll make a mental note to do laundry tomorrow.
"We better get back," Scott suggested as he pulled on his camper's shirt. "You know how the general sergeant can be."
Theo chuckled. "Wanna go hang out by the lake later tonight?"
Scott made a face. "Derek will kill us if he catches us."
But Theo scoffed. "Come on, Scott! Those rich kid brats are gonna come tomorrow morning and we've been working all week with prep. I am so desperate to fuck you. Come on, I'll lay out a towel, we'll have some beer. I know where Derek keeps the good shit. And we can fuck all night by Jason's grave."
Scott hummed thoughtfully before nodding his head. There was no way he was saying no anyway, he never said no to Theo.
"You bring the beer, I'll bring something special for the occasion!"
"Awesome," Theo said as he slapped Scott on the ass. "The big old oak tree by the lake on the far end outside of campsite. Around midnight. See you then."
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It was a quarter 'til midnight when Scott snuck out of his cabin with his flashlight and his party favors as he made the small trek through the woods. It was dead quiet with nothing but the sounds of crickets chirping and owls hooting. Midway through his walk, a twig snapped and Scott shined a light at the deeper part of the woods.
"Theo?" Scot whispered loudly. "Is that you?"
The flashlight wasn't much help with how thick the woods were. It seemed like no one was there, so Scott continued onward towards the big oak tree by the lake. The big, hulking figure from before watched as Scott walked right passed him, completely oblivious.
Scott reached the big oak tree. The lake was shimmering over the moonlight and dark blue, night sky. Scott shined his light all over for his boyfriend. "Theo?" Scott called out, frowning.
Suddenly, something jumped out at him. The figure wore an ugly, yellowish hockey mask and made animalistic grunting noises at him. Scott yelled in fear, holding his arms up in defense when the figure started laughing. He shined the light back on the figure, noticing the familiar short height and crop top stretched over broad shoulders.
Theo lifted his mask to reveal his handsome face. "Gotcha."
Scott sighed, annoyed. "Totally not funny!"
"Oh, it was very funny!" Theo tossed the mask aside and pulled Scott into a loving kiss. He knew Scott wouldn't be able to resist his lips. Scott has had many, many good memories with Theo's lips.
Theo's cock grew hard in his shorts, poking Scott in the hip as he pushed Scott against the tree. Finally, with amazing willpower, Theo pulled off of Scott. "Beer's in the cooler. What about you?"
Scott held up the bag of "party favors", which turned out to be a sandwich bag of weed with a couple of joints already rolled and a Zippo lighter tossed in. "Stiles' stash," Scott explained with a smirk. "We can thank him later."
"Ahh, nothing says celebrating Jason Voorhees like drinking a beer, smoking some pot and having some premarital sex."
"Oh, we love premarital sex!" they said in unison as they humped against one another, doing their best Erica impression. Theo gave Scott one last kiss before snatching the bag out of his hand and pulling out a joint.
The hulking figure walked through the trees. His clumpy booted feet were heavy with each step as the man got closer and closer towards the two horny teens. The two of them were laid out on a sleeping bag, taking turns smoking from a lit joint while Theo downed a couple of beers in quick succession. The figure hid behind the big oak tree while the two lovers were ignorant that he was only standing just a few feet away from them. He looked down, tilting his head curiously at the beat up hockey mask that Theo wore earlier and picked it up.
Scott took a long toke before blowing the smoke out. "Did you see Derek's ass earlier in those shorts? I can't believe that's actually his uniform."
"Fuck, he's so hot," Theo agreed as Scott passed him the joint. He sucked in the smoke and said, "I bet he's a great lay."
"Totally," said Scott, "I think I jerked off to him like five times since I've been here."
"Same. And I bet that mustache feels amazing against your ass."
Scott took one last toke before tossing the joint aside. "Hey, let's go for a swim!" He laughed when he saw the skeptical look on Theo's face. He stood up and tossed his shirt over his head, hooking his thumbs over his red short shorts and pulling them down his shapely legs. He tugged them all the way done to his ankles, purposely bending over to show off his hole to Theo because there was no way he was ever going to say no with that in his face.
Scott kicked his shorts away and toed off his sneakers before tiptoeing towards the lake shore. Theo quickly shed his shirt and hopped out of his shorts and sneakers as Scott was already waist deep into the lake. Theo chased after him shortly afterward, diving underwater and popping back up to get his hair wet. The lake was cold at night, but with their bodies overheated from lust, it was just comfortable enough for them as they started making out with each other.
The figure slowly walked into the lake, the water barely rippling as his hockey-masked face disappeared underwater. The two teens were too wrapped up in each other to notice anything anyway. The figure walked around the lake floor, which was covered in mossy stones and algae and waterweeds. From his place underwater, he managed to find Scott and Theo treading water just a few yards out from the lake shore. Predictably, Scott's legs were wrapped around Theo's waist while Theo's legs kicked to keep them afloat.
Scott pulled away from Theo suddenly. "Shit, we forgot towels. There's no way I'm gonna air dry in this cold. I'll catch my death out here."
Theo sighed frustratedly. "Okay, okay, I'll go run over to camp. I think there's some spare towels in the showers, it's not far from the lake. I'll be right back."
"Bring more beer!"
Theo pulled away from Scott and swam back to shore. Scott giggled as he watched Theo's naked form gather up his clothes and scampered off completely naked and wet back to camp. Scott took the time to lie back and tread the water, staring up at the starry night sky. It was beautiful and serene. He must've been lying there for a good long while because he felt something brush against his leg.
Scott opened his eyes and righted himself. "Theo?" he said as he looked around, but no one was there. Suddenly, he felt something brushing against his thigh. "Theo! Come on, that's not funny!"
Suddenly, there was a hand clasped over his mouth and he was being pulled against a huge chest. The hand was a sickly pale color, like a zombie's and the person holding him was way too large to be Theo. The figure walked out with a thrashing Scott in his hands, who made futile attempts to escape from the strong grip. Scott couldn't even scream, muffled by the man's soggy hand.
The masked man looked down over Scott's shoulder at the boy's nude form and Scott got enough of a look at him to see him wearing the same hockey mask Theo wore earlier. It was Jason! Jason Voorhees had Scott in a hold while Scott wiggled against the man to get free. Unbeknownst to him, all of that squirming he was doing was brushing against the zombie man's cock, which filled out in his ripped pants.
Scott whimpered as he felt Jason's giant cock poking against the back of his thighs, trying desperately to tear through the tattered material. Scott made begging noises at this point, pleading for the man to let him go as best as he could with the the man's hand covering half of his face.
Jason removed the hand he had around Scott's waist, pretty much holding him by his hand as he reached down to fumble the drawstrings on his pants and fishing out his huge, white, zombie cock. He lined the giant member between Scott's thighs while Scott was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Jason wrapped an arm around Scott's waist again before fucking between the boy's legs with his dick.
Scott whined as he felt the slimy member slide through his thighs. Unintentionally, he felt his cock grow hard and he started breathing quickly. The slippery contact against his skin had sent a shockwave through Scott's body as he felt himself getting lost in the act. A big muscular man was pressing Scott against his massive chest and sliding his thick cock between his legs. Forgive Scott for being a slut, but that was his weakness.
Scott's cries for help soon turned into moans as Jason ceased his intercrural actions and began lining his cock up against Scott's twitching hole. Scott panicked as he felt the giant head stretching out his ass as Jason slid into him with barely any prep. Scott's toes curled as his legs hiked up in the air to accommodate as much of Jason's cock as he could.
Scott's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock suddenly sprang to life again and shot a load as soon as Jason was fully sheathed inside him. Not even Theo could make him cum from just entering him. Scott's body went limp, mind going blank as he just about passed out in Jason's arms while the man bottomed out into him and fucked him like a mad man.
Scott fell forward, face first onto the sleeping bag that Theo had laid out. He was completely numb at this point, a slave to the cock as Jason mounted him again and began jackrabbiting into his ass. Scott made zombie-like noises, eyes glazed over as his face twisted into a goofy smile.
Jason grunted, body twitching as his tits popped the buttons on his already stretched shirt. With one last fuck, he emptied himself into Scott, filling him with his slimy zombie cum. Scott laughed stupidly as his whole body went slack and he passed out.
"Scott?" Jason looked up to see Scott's boyfriend Theo with a few towels in one hand and a six pack of beer in the other. He wasn't wearing anything except those godforsaken red shorts that the campers wore, which rode up the boy's thick thighs so much it was practically underwear to him.
Theo's eyes darted between his unconscious boyfriend and the giant hockey-masked man with his shirt ripped open and heaving chest who currently had his dick up said boyfriend's ass. Theo dropped the towels and beer and made off into the woods. He was so frantic, he hadn't realized that he was going in the opposite direction of the camp and was just simply getting lost in the woods.
"Help! Somebody help!" Theo cried as he wound through the trees into a clearing. He looked around, not sure of where to go next. He felt trapped by the trees like they were closing in on him and before he knew it, he turned around and fell face first into a set of huge zombie tits. Theo looked up to see Jason Voorhees staring down at him. The man roughly seized him in his hands and forced him to his knees.
"No! No!" Theo pleaded as Jason aimed his cock towards his face. "Please, no!"
Theo gagged, unexpectedly taking the whole shaft down his throat as Jason started fucking into his throat with animalistic vigor like he hadn't been laid since he died. Spit dribbled down Theo's face as tears formed in his eyes. The salty taste of precum flooded his taste buds as Jason continued his relentless thrusts.
The teen's neck stretched over the thick log of meat, bulging as Jason's pecs bounced as he chased down his third orgasm of the night. Jason bent down and with great strength, he tore Theo's shorts away and reached down to pick him up and turn him upside down so that they were in a standing sixty-nine position. Jason's eyes widened as Theo's hole twitched at him, inserting a thick finger into the boy's tight ass.
Theo whimpered slightly as his tears were now leaking tracks down his cheeks. His cock grew as Jason fingered him open while Jason continued fucking up into his throat. With one last thrust, he shot his third load into Theo, still managing to produce as much cum as he did before.
Theo choked on the slimy cum as he coughed out globs of it out of his mouth. He gasped for air, panting heavily while Jason removed his mask to press his face against Theo's hole and sliding his slippery tongue into Theo. Theo couldn't call out to anyone, he was still choking on the cum that completely coated his throat.
"Ahh!" Theo gargled out as he came over his abs. It was the most intense orgasm he ever felt, so intense he also passed out and his limp body fell to the ground where Jason pulled it back towards the big oak tree toward the lake.
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To say Derek Hale was pissed was an understatement. During his routine cabin check, he noticed that Scott was missing from Cabin 11 and Theo was missing from Cabin 13. They were no doubt somewhere in the woods, probably fucking their brains out and getting high. Derek had also noticed when he checked his mini fridge that he was missing a couple of six packs that he saved for the counselor party after the summer camp was done.
"There's always someone who ruins it for everyone else," Derek grumbled as he pulled on a hoodie, not even bothering to put on some sensible pants because he wanted to find the two counselors and give him a piece of his mind as soon as possible. He checked the other cabins to make sure that they weren't hiding in the camp before heading out to the showers.
The showers were empty, no surprise, but he did notice some towels missing. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw what looked to be a flashlight disappearing into the woods.
"Gotcha!"
He stomped over to the dirt trail that led to the lake, already thinking up the chores that he was going to make the two do when he caught them. It was dark and dank in the woods, very easy to get lost. He almost did a few times. He stopped in place when he heard what sounded like yelling far into the woods.
He furrowed his bushy eyebrows, flashing his light forward. "Theo? Scott?"
There was no reply and the muffled screams stopped. Derek sighed to himself because he was in no mood to deal with the sexual shenanigans of his horny camp counselors. He stalked off further into the woods, coming around towards a trail where he spotted a few footprints etched into the mud as he followed them to the lake where there was a big oak tree by the lake shore.
He flashed out his light again, looking around when he accidentally kicked a can. He aimed his flashlight at an empty beer can from his fridge, blood boiling as he followed the messy trail towards a sleeping bag where...
Ki ki ki...ma ma ma...ki ki ki...ma ma ma...
Derek stepped back when he saw the limp, naked bodies of Scott and Theo. Scott's ass was hiked up and a slimy substance was sliding down his thighs while the same substance was all over Theo's chin. They looked almost dead but upon further inspection, he could see their chests moving just a bit.
Derek growled when he realized that they were probably just tired from their midnight sexcapade and moved to wake them up when a twig snapped and he turned to see a huge, hulking figure standing behind him. The man must've been a foot taller than him, broad chest heaving as his flaccid cock hung out of his dirty pants like a giant white snake. He wore a hockey mask, much like the one from the story of Jason Voorhees but it couldn't be real. Jason was just an urban legend.
Derek's eyes widened as Jason pounced on him. There was no use in Derek trying to fight him off, Jason was just too strong. He struggled in Jason's grip as the zombie man's gigantic cock grew and flopped around in front of Derek's face. Derek yelled as Jason aimed the meaty appendage towards his face.
Just when Derek was afraid that the giant man was going to fuck his mouth with that behemoth of a cock, Jason turned his head and he felt the tip of Jason's cock shove itself into his ear.
"Ahh, what are you...? What—UGH!" Derek's eyes went white as Jason shoved his entire cock through his head. The meaty shaft scrambling the head counselor's brains as Jason thrust into his head, giving new meaning to the term "skullfucking"
Derek felt his mind go blank. There were no memories or any recognition of faces. He couldn't even remember his own name. He was basically a zombie. The only function in his brain was the part that craved one of his most primal desires: sex. All he could think about was cock, cock, cock. He needed cock and he needed it now. He felt so needy for it.
His hard eight-inch dick flopped out from the leg of his shorts, squirting cum down his hairy thighs as Jason continued to thrust into his brain. Derek's tongue lolled out, drool seeping down his chin. Jason grunted as he felt the slickness of Derek's brain lube his cock up before he pulled out just enough so that his tip was dead center in Derek's head.
Jason rocked his head back as he filled Derek's head with his cold, zombie seed, globs of it seeping out of Derek's ears. Jason pulled out completely and watched the man sway back and forth like a metronome before falling on top of the nude bodies of Scott and Theo.
Jason Voorhees tilted his head, inspecting the mess he made of his fucked out victims before tucking himself back into his pants and buttoning up his shirt with whatever buttons he had left. He walked over the unconscious bodies and casually dipped into the lake, disappearing for good as another chapter closed of the urban legend of Jason Voorhees of Camp Crystal Lake.