Cockfight - Final Part added February 19, 2019

[anormorph]

For your reading pleasure.  Thanks for being an awesome space.

 

 

“You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.” The thought runs through my head like a mantra as I climb the stairs. I find myself at the door to his loft before I realize I'm there. I clench my fingers into a fist in a final effort to steel myself and raise my hand to knock.

 

The door rattles noisily as it slides open. His eyes widen in surprise at my hand in front of his face, still poised to rap on the door.

 

“Whoa – that was quick. People don't usually make it up the four flights that fast.” I look at him and shrug, doing my best to act non-chalant. “What's wrong, out of breath?” He grins toothily at me and gestures to come in.

 

“Not yet.” Well yes, but not from the stairs. Fucked if I was going to let on how he has me panting and terrified at the same time.

 

Of course, he had answered the door in nothing but shorts. We were the same height at 5' 10”, probably even the same foot size, but everything else was different.

 

He was clearly the bulkier one. His profile listed him at 175 but he looked a little bigger in person. He was carrying a little extra bulk from the winter but that did nothing to hide the thickly muscled core underneath. The dark hair dusted across his chest trailed down his abdomen thickening above those shorts that did everything to accentuate the reason we were here today. The fabric outlined the meaty shape of his dick so clearly, he had to be going commando.

 

“This isn't going to be much fun if I'm the only one who's getting naked.” He slides the door shut behind me, audibly sliding the pin in to lock it. “I've got the heat cranked so we don't have to worry about any extra...shrinkage. Bathroom's to your left if you're shy to start.”

 

I ditch my shoes and head left, closing the bathroom door most of the way behind me. I manage socks and pants first, only getting tangled in my own clothes once. I turn to face the mirror and start unbuttoning my shirt, getting halfway down before my hands start to tremble. Cursing inwardly I stare at my hands, willing them to stop while I slow my breathing to help focus. My head snaps up at the sound of wood creaking behind me.

 

There he was, right arm raised and bent to brace himself in the doorway leading to his bedroom. I didn't even notice the other door in my distraction. He looks me over slowly, feet to head, finally making eye contact in the mirror and before approaching from behind.

 

“Hey.” He turns me toward him and rests his forehead against mine. “Here..” He slowly grips my hands to steady them. Together, we finish undoing the buttons. He pulls the shirt off my arms, hanging it off a door handle. It was unexpectedly intimate and incredibly kind. “Do you forget how to undress yourself often?” His smile colour the words softer than they would have been.

 

“Well, no, I just-” Fuck. The heat rising in my cheeks means I'm blushing, something I don't do often. I hate blushing. “I may be a little nervous. You?”

 

“Terrified.”

 

“But you're not even-”

 

“Home turf advantage” I groan. So corny. “And we both know I'm going to win.”

 

“Oh, yeah?” I step back from him then, raising my gaze defiantly. “You remember the rules, right?”

 

He steps back and crosses his arms. I swear he's flexing to make sure I notice the taught balls of muscle that swell. “Oh I remember, all right. Looks like someone's been hitting the stair-master to draw out the inevitable as much as possible.”

 

I preen at the comment. Once we decided to get together and compare in-person instead of online, I had upped my cardio and tightened my diet. I had meant to drop the weight for a while and this real life meeting gave me the extra inspiration to finally do it. I was a lean 152 pounds now, down from the 160 my profile listed. A simple run over my lower body with clippers meant things everything was trim and neat. My upper body was bare until a triangular stripe of dark blonde flaring down below the navel. I also have the sense to wear briefs that flatter my average endowment in the front and really show off the work I put into my ass.

 

“ I just wanted to accentuate the difference as much as possible, you know?” I'm smiling now, finally finding the vibe that prompted us to agree to this in the first place.

 

“It. Worked.” At that he drops his shorts and steps out from them, fondling his sack gently after he does. About four and a half inches flaccid, his ample cock is forced forward to drape over his thick, heavy sack. The balls are a quite a bit tighter against him than I'm used to seeing them on cam; maybe he was telling the truth about being nervous.

 

I raise an eyebrow at him and hook my thumbs in the band of my briefs. Slowly drawing them down, I watch his eyes widen as the material cleared my soft cock. His lips part slightly and his breath hitches as I finish sliding them over my feet and stand up for him to appraise.

 

I barely clear three inches soft. It looks bigger because I took the time to trim, but a quick glance down at himself re-affirms that, while I'm almost textbook average, he, quite clearly, is more. Hips forward, he takes an involuntary step toward me, ready to compare the two together. Blood is already starting to redirect itself toward his thickening member.

 

I clear my throat and he steps back again, imploring me with his eyes.

 

“The Rules, remember?”

 

“But we could just-” he starts to protest.

 

“Trust me?”

 

He sighs and nods before turning around to lead me through his bedroom and back into the open space of the loft.

 

The furniture is all moved to the sides and a large mat covers the empty floor. He has the shades drawn down so the neighbours won't be getting a free show. Every light is on, lending the space a garish arena-like feel. I make special note of the island counter that separates kitchen area from the rest of the space – it could be of special use later, depending on exactly how this night plays out.

 

“Wow. Do I even want to know why you happen to have a wrestling mat this size? Where would you even keep this?” That gets a chuckle but he stops just past the bedroom door and gestures with his chin to the other side of the room. I pad past him to turn to face him, legs bent and ready to spring.

 

“That's quite the bed you just led me by. Pretty big, even for you, isn't it.” I smirk to drive the barb home.

 

“Custom-order.” His voice is a little rougher now. We're both almost ready for the chase.

 

“Guess you need something custom to hold the gigantic fucking weight of your sack. I mean, really, are you even strong enough to lift that thing up when you have to take a piss? I think you might have to start doing some extra curls to handle it.” We're quickly heading full dark, no stars now; just our symbiotic kinks centred on his glorious endowment.

 

He quickly rises to the bait. Literally. His cock rapidly approaches full mast, the skin stretching tight around the tip. It's so damn pretty. He glares and crouches down a bit to lunge at me. He gets a bit of a glazed look, clearly plotting what he's going to do if he fully wins. To win though, he has to catch and pin me first. His lip curl into a sneer and he bonafide growls at me,”I. Am going. To own. You.”

 

“You bet your sweet fucking ass you are.” The words come out as a taunt, even though I'm already saluting his victory.

 

It's on then. The temperature in the space rises noticeably as the chase begins. He isn't slow, but he doesn't stand a chance with all the cardio I've put in. Leg day is my favourite and, while I might not squat several hundred pounds, I have put in more than enough hours to add quite a bit of extra bounce to my step. I only have to outpace him for ten minutes for me to be the one to choose how I get to worship him tonight. I tease him through every sprint, every jump, every panting breath. He tries to banter back about my inadequacy but, really, we're here to 'talk' about him and we both know it.

 

“Careful you don't throw out a hip with that thing!”

 

“Awww, is your big thick dick slowing you down? Too much resistance keeping you from getting enough speed to catch me?”

 

“Shut. Up. Pissant.”

 

“Muffin.” Like that's going to happen. The rules specify he wants to know how big he is and for me to mock him about it. I'm not about to forfeit any time soon.

 

The whole experience is like a football drill crossed with an intense zumba class all from somewhere in special-hell. We're both covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing hard from the constant exertion. He went flaccid right after the start – all the movement quickly solving any erection distraction problems that may have occurred. The flopping up, down, and side-to-side of his endowment could be comical if it wasn't so mesmerizing. We're closing on six minutes now – maybe I'm better at this than I thought?

 

“Does any body else hear a helicopter? I swear I hear a helicopter....” Past eight minutes and approaching nine. The idea that I might call the shots is a little shocking. I had every expectation that I would lose.

 

“What kind of host are you, leaving your mammoth cock out on the floor like that? Shouldn't that be draped on a couch before I trip on it or something?”

 

And then 'or something' happens – kind of. I technically trip. There's a sensation of my foot connecting with something warm, soft, and heavy but when I look, there is nothing there. I tumble face-first to the mat, confused, and flip myself over onto my back. He's already there, looming over me with a face-splitting grin. He drops into full straddle and his splayed hand pushes hard on my chest, pinning me to the mat firmly.

 

“Gotcha.” I squirm uselessly. “You have any other tricks to try or are you ready to call it?”

 

I relax and then try a sudden lunge forward but he already anticipated that. He slams me back to the mat, this time pinning my shoulders down and keeping my legs from bracing against the floor for any leverage. I feel somewhat like a pretzel and seriously turned on.

 

“You win.”

 

He leaps to his feet instantly but with a hand extended to help me up as well. I gladly accept and the heady sensation of someone pulling me to my feet causes me to stumble against him. He catches me easily, holding my arms at my sides while keeping me flush against him. The heat of him is sublime, the aromas from our mutual exertion sending a lightning rod to my groin.

 

We're the same height so it's awkward... for me. The weight of his larger equipment forces my struggling cock straight down. I try to wiggle out of his grip but he holds me still, mouth curled up in a slight smile.

 

“Anything wrong?”

 

“I can't, uh”

 

“You can't what?”

 

“I can't get it around....”

 

“Oh? Does something have you pinned?” He's totally gloating. It makes me harder than I thought possible.

 

“Hnnnhnn”

 

“Maybe you need to do some curls.”

 

“Dick curls? That's not a thing.” I was getting pretty desperate.

 

“Bet you it is. What do you want to bet?” He sounds very confident, like he has a dick-curling-guideline page bookmarked on his laptop or something.

 

“Or maybe we should make sure you stay the bigger man?”

 

“I have no doubt about that. You ready for this?”

 

“Fuck. Please?” I'm practically begging and he hears it. It's not like he's fully soft against me and he's starting to fill even more of the limited room down there. He finally lets me take the smallest step back, freeing my hard-on to spring up at it's full size, just brushing his skin. It's a pretty average five-and-a-half inches long and the same around. We both stare down as he expands freely between us now, his bigger rod gobbling up the new space. His bobbing cock knocks mine aside and under itself as he thickens and lengthens more, taking over the gap to accommodate its superiority. I can feel his slick tip straining against my skin - the sensation is sublime as his foreskin drags itself even wider around the head.

 

“You might, mmmm, want to move back a bit. I'm not. Done. Yet.” He finally lets go of my arms and poses with them behind his head.

 

His cock stretches inexorably toward me as it continues to increase in size. He has to be getting close to his full seven-and-a-half inches. He's wider than me as well and my smaller cock is totally eclipsed; I can only see it if I glance from the side. The moist tip makes contact with my pubic bone again and I can't help letting out a moan. I rock ever so slightly against it, sure that he's done but I'm wrong. It pulses back and widens just a bit more. I am absurdly close to cumming.

 

“You were right about the Chase. I don't think I have ever been this hard. Your smart mouth might even make me harder than seven-and-a-half. What do think about that?”

 

“Fuck. Me.” He smirks at that. Not like my response was unexpected.

 

“If you're lucky. Guess I closed the gap...again. Fuck, just look at me.”

 

And I do, of course. There is no denying my absolute worship as I take in the flexed frame of his arms, his heaving chest, the spectacular trail down his abs, and, finally, the monolithic main event pushing against me between his meaty quads. It's physically digging into my pelvis now, ever harder and precious like diamond. He flexes his hips just slightly against me and the unbelievable happens.

 

I stumble back and fall on my ass. The view is godlike, looking up at him like this and I moan again. His eyes go glassy and wide with unbridled lust – he just knocked a person to the ground with the size and strength of his fucking manhood.

 

His first volley catches us both by surprise. It launches over my head almost entirely, a little of the trailing end catches me on the cheek. My mouth reflexively opens wide in shock and anticipation. He grips his cock for the second volley – he has excellent aim and now I've presented him with with an obvious target. It splashes against my lips and into my open mouth. That's more than enough for me to release my own shot up at him. I spray against his legs a few times as he lets loose at me with the rest of what he's got. The third makes contact against my chin spilling upward into my mouth again. Number four and five paint my chest and torso. He pushes out a sixth load and soaks my balls and cock. Seven is finally a dribble but even that makes its way onto my left ankle and heel.

 

“Wow.” He finally manages to pant out.

 

“Yeah. Wow, alright.” I have to lick my lips and wipe my face clear before I'm able to reply. I slowly get to my feet and cup my softening dick in my hands. The smell of him is everywhere - I have never been so thoroughly and utterly marked.

 

“Um, you need to get over here.” There's an edge of fear in his voice.

 

“Hey, I'm right here.” I finish clearing what I can from my face as I come closer.

 

“Good, 'cause you, uh, you need to see this....”

 

He's still holding his hard cock firmly in one hand and it isn't softening. The head of it is pulsing, the skin drawn taught and engorged with blood. The pulsing isn't just that though. His dick swells more, inching it's way ever closer to me with each second. It broadens in his hand, forcing the fingers apart. He starts making a low keening sound in the back of his throat and his eyes begin to flutter like he's cumming again. I brace him by the shoulders as his cock spools out inhumanly between us – when is it going to stop?

 

His body gives a final tremble and his eyes widen as he glances down. He now has more than twice the cock I do – it might be obscene if I wasn't so hard from it. He touches the tips of our cocks together and the size disparity is comically overwhelming. His face breaks out into the largest smile.

 

“I don't know what you did, but thanks? Like the upgrade? Wanna touch it?” I barely get a finger on the fat, meaty shaft before I'm cumming again against his tip. It's more of a dribble this close to my last one but he takes the obvious appreciation in stride and pulls me for a hug. “I'll take that as a yes.”

 

The hug is a little strange with his gigantic erection pressed up between us. It's only a momentary reprieve. We start to feel his dick pushing upward between us and rush to take a step apart.

 

“Umm, you're not quite done yet?” And that's when I notice it.

 

It isn't his cock getting bigger, it's him. His eyes have already risen so I'm looking just below them, then his nose comes into my line of sight, then my gaze falls to his mouth as he continues to grow, and then, at last the top of his chin fills my field of vision. I have to tilt my head back to see his eyes now.

 

“Fuck. Yesssss.” He closes his eyes in bliss as his body starts to gain mass next.

 

The winter bulk melts inward so his already significant muscle mass stands out sharper relief beneath a thinner layer of flesh. His traps rise up a bit and the delts round out significantly to cap his frame. His already ample chest broadens further and the serratus start to pop into view down the sides. The biceps swell into higher, broader peaks in balance to the horseshoe expansion of the triceps. His lats flare out deliciously down to the taper of his waist while his abdomen sculpts itself into a gorgeous six pack. His quads are even more corded now and the calves have a diamond pattern below the skin. The growth ebbs to a halt leaving him a comic-book super-porn version of the already attractive man he was.

 

I reach out in wonder to turn him around but he tackles me to the floor without warning. He straddles me again, this time with his knees pinning down my shoulders. His new-and-improved mammoth tool finally softening directly in front of my face.

 

“Kiss it.” Fuck did I want to.

 

I close my eyes for what feels less than a second. Would that even be safe right now? What if he grew more, while on top of me? Would he just crush me into the floor? My panic must have been unmistakable because I hear his voice prompting me back to reality again, just like with the shirt before this began.

 

“Hey, get out of your head. Open your eyes aaaaand, there you go. Not that tough, right? I don't think it'll bite. And really, you kissing my big dick is totally the kind of thing we've role-played online 500 times. Now there's just, more of it. So, here.”

 

He leans down a bit to make it as easy as possible in my pinned state and my lips meet that gorgeous, swollen glans. The skin in scorching and salty. I tease the tip of it with my tongue milking out some remaining semen. He takes a sharp breath in and I feel his cock stretch into my mouth. He pulls back quickly and leans back on his haunches.

 

“Easy there, I don't think we're ready for what might happen if you do that yet. You remember what I said earlier?”

 

Huh?” I'm entranced by his heavy, pendulous endowment swaying with each movement.

 

“Eyes up here.” He grips my jaw and moves my head so I look him in the face. “Who owns you?”

 

“What?” This wasn't exactly my brightest moment.

 

“I said, Who. Owns. You?” He's growling again.

 

“You do. You won.” It was a theme we often used. My final submission to his superiority – thank fuck he wasn't an asshole. It seemed even more fitting now that he was, well, this new version of himself.

 

“That's right, you're mine.” With that he leans back on his heels, grips my by the chest and stands up with me in his hands. “Hmm, that was easier than I thought.”

 

“Easier than you....?” I limp over to the island to steady myself. “Did you even look at yourself to see what you look like?”

 

“Not...really? It's not like there's a mirror in here or anything.” He's right of course, but shouldn't he have been able to see some of it?

 

“Bathroom. Now.” I start toward the door without waiting to see if he follows.

 

“Mmhmm?”

 

“Stop weighing your junk from hand to hand like a slinky and come look at yourself.”

 

“Yeah, but it's soooo heavy.” He shoots me the dopiest grin.

 

“So's the rest of you.”

 

“Is that a fat joke?”

 

“Just get in here, you dork.”

 

“Fine.” I hear his heavier footfalls approaching the door. He steps into the room and really looks at all of himself in the mirror. “Is that all me?”

 

“Uh-huh.”

 

“Holy fuck! Really?”

 

“Well it sure as shit isn't me, so, yeah.”

 

“That sass though. You sure that's such a great idea right now?” He flexes an arm into a curl in my direction, pitifully failing at a scowl.

 

“Seriously? Get on your scale. We have to see this. Do you have a tape measure anywhere? Bedroom maybe?” He hustles to get on it, I have his full attention now with the numbers.

 

“Right there, top drawer.” Of course he kept in his bathroom. I fish it out while he steps gingerly onto the scale. “I can't. Fuck. I'm...I'm 260 pounds....”

 

“Mmmm. Sweet daddy fuckballs!”

 

“Did you just say sweet daddy fuckballs?”

 

“Shut. It. Stand straight against the wall.” He complies, silently for once. He's taller than I thought – this could be a bit of a challenge.

 

“Need a stool?” He teases.

 

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” I look around the room for something to make a mark with.

 

“...Maybe.... I mean, I'm already this big so what's a bit more?” Bullseye! Tweezers would do to scratch the paint the tiniest bit.

 

“Okay step out from the wall.” He hovers over me as I stretch the tape from the floor to my mark. I suck in an audible gasp.

 

“Well, what is it?” I turn to look at him, shock and awe apparent.

 

“Six feet, four inches.” His giant dick is coming to life now.

 

“Holy fuck! That's like six inches more I was!” Up and out his member comes. Fuck that thing gets huge.

 

“And 260 lbs.” Full on cock surge from him now.

 

“That's like half a foot taller than you. And 110 pounds heavier.” He eyes me up and down, calculating something while he gently strokes himself harder. I am positive it will be something devious. I also don't fail to notice the switch from inches to feet to describe how much bigger he is than me.

 

“I'm measuring that next, aren't I.”

 

“Mmmhmm” He smirks and keeps stroking.

 

I hold my breath as I do it. I don't think I would be able to stop fondling it if I were breathing normally. It was hot, thick, heavy, the skin blissfully silky to touch. Pulling the tape against it causes a final surge to its magnificent size. The flesh is unyielding as I wrap the tape around his giant fucking hard-on. It takes conscious effort to let out the breath I forget I was holding. I look up at him in full, mindless reverence.

 

“You're 11 inches long and 7.8 inches around. I can't...I can't even....”

 

He leans forward and grips my ass with his larger hand. Lifting me up onto my tip-toes so he doesn't have to lean down as much, he places his lips next to my ear to whisper.

 

“I don't know what happened tonight but, you know what?” His voice is lower, throaty, indescribably sexy. I quiver at the sensation of the sound and breath against my ear.

 

“Um, yes...no...I don't know?” Fuck. Words were not going well again. He was holding me so tight to himself that I felt the corners of his mouth raise into a smile.

 

“I. Want. More.” I was so fucked. Was beyond so fucked because I knew what was coming next. “You want to help me get more, right?”

[Ro20316]

Oh Noe the cocklifting they were talking about will be real

[GrowingDaddy]

Great start to the story! Can't wait to read more

[Rugbyjock92]

This was great and so hot to read

[robert2bhuge]

Hot as FUCK!!!!! Keep it up!!!!! Would love to see some mutual growth... ???

[mgpulse]

Wow. Just...wow. Awesome work. 

[muscleboy2811]

WOW! So glad I clicked on this today! Please keep it up!

[anormorph]

I have to thank Dredlifter and his broad, well-defined shoulders for helping me come back to this story.  His kind, patient indulgence of my 'mild' obsession with his current serial, Elongro, helped me get back on the writing train.

And this is really sappy.  I'm not even sorry a little bit.

 

Cockfight Part 2

 

I nod in agreement. I do not trust myself to have the power to speak.

 

“Any ideas on how we go about that?” With a squeeze of my ass he lowers me gently to the floor.

 

I don't say anything. Instead I gently cup the sack below his searing erection. It grew with the rest of him and it had been generous before. The skin is absurdly warm to touch. And soft. So delectably soft. His large balls stretch it out, each easily the size of a kiwi. It is heavier than I expected, and I expected quite a bit of mass. I fondle them gently, slowly tugging them up and out from his body before sliding around to his shaft, changing my grip to stroke up toward the top of his cock as well. I couldn't even hope to span it, even with my fingers splayed wide. There is so. Much. Meat.

 

He's hard. I'm hard. But neither of us is really sure how to proceed.

 

“I'm, uh, not sure what just happened, never mind how to duplicate it.”

 

“Well, if you just keep doing what you're doing with your hands down there, I'm sure to rocket off another volley or ten quick enough.” He starts slowly thrusting into my grip.

 

'Is this, is this what you want?”

 

“Definitely. My own skin feels so tight, so sensitive. My entire body feels like it's charged with something, some kind of energy, and it thrums, it pulses within me with every time you touch me. What ever happened to me, you're the source, you're part of it. Do you think... could we try...fucking...? His voice trails off at the end and he looks down. We're both staring at the biggest obstacle to any penetration jutting out and up from his body.

 

“That's... a lot of dick to get in my ass.... Even if I could stretch wide enough to take you, you're not going to be able to get close to bottoming out without rupturing something. Do you really want to go there if you have to hold back the entire time? Maybe...with the right angle, this could work?” I slowly kneel before him. The head of his massive dick looms in front of me, throbbing with arousal.

 

“That's right, get your mouth on it.” Like I was going to wait for an invitation. We're lucky I have a big mouth – just licking it proves to be a chore. I slurp on the tip hungrily, slowly taking him deeper and deeper while twisting my grip. His hand feels heavy on the back of my head, fingers clutching my hair. All too soon, he's making contact with the back of my throat. I whine with desire; I want to take so much more of him but I can't in our current position.

 

“Stand up.”

 

I do and look up at his lips. I'm not sure how long it'll take to get used to him being this much taller. They're right there, full and practically begging to be tasted. It occurs to me suddenly that we've never kissed. Sure, we get together, compare dicks, and occasionally blow off some steam with wild, passionate fucking, but we've never been intimate. We did showers together to clean off, but we didn't cuddle; we did a couple of drinks after comparing and went our separate ways; we did not meet for dinner on a Wednesday at a favourite restaurant. Curious, I raise myself up on my toes and make contact with his lips.

 

He reciprocates immediately. Olympic-quality face-sucking follows. After a few oxygen starved moments, I quickly find myself hoisted off the ground, my legs spread to wrap around his waist.

 

“We need a better position.” He carries me effortlessly into the bedroom and lowers me gently to the bed. Our lips remain locked, dicks bobbing up between us, leaking pre-cum on our torsos as we grind against each other.

 

I can't help but stiffen with fear. We talked about not trying penetration, but the ease with which he just hauled me around is a clear display that I cannot hope to stop him from doing whatever he wants. What am I going to do? He senses my trepidation and raises himself up on his arms, looking down at me.

 

“You okay? Still with me?” He slowly pumps his body against me, the friction of my much smaller cock sliding along the more significant volume of his length works to soothe my apprehension.

 

“Are we here to try...?”

 

“Not at all. We decided against it. I thought we could use the bed to change the angle for you. You looked like you were getting a bit frustrated with how little of me you could fit in there. And I couldn't press myself against you... like this.”

 

He thrusts against me in earnest, the weight of him pushing down and closing me in on all sides, both comforting and heightening my desire for him. I catch up to his thought process and squirm out from beneath him, aided by the slick volume of pre-cum soaking my torso. I move so that my head hangs off the edge of the bed.

 

“Go get your phone?”

 

“Now?” He looks at me, baffled.

 

“Yes now,” I chuckle softly. “If I'm going to try and choke down that entire thing, we're going to record my efforts. For science.”

 

“For science, huh?” He steps away briskly to retrieve his phone, speaking while he does so. “Not for any personal pleasure to be derived from viewing later, of course....” He teases. He comes back to find me elevated on a couple of pillows to bring me up to the height we need for him to make full use of my throat.

 

“Of course.” I grin up at him and grip his thick legs to pull him closer. “Let's see how deep we can get you. Just go. Nice. And. Slow.” I accentuate each word by flicking the tip of his engorged cock with my tongue. He hisses down at me with pleasure and begins filming.

 

I guide him slowly into my mouth. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to swallow enough of him to nuzzle my nose deep into his ball sac, but this angle gives me the best chance to take as much of him in as I can. And there is so much to take in. I can view the lean, sculpted column of his torso rising above the monumental cock brushing against my lips.

 

In seconds, his glans fills my mouth. I can feel his thickness against my teeth – he's so big he brushes against my molars as he pushes inexorably deeper. He moans with arousal at the slick change in friction. 6 inches in and the shelf of his newly developed chest disappears, eclipsed by the widening base of the erection that dominates my view. I can barely see the tight rows of his abdominals framed by the lines of his obliques when he gets 8 inches into my mouth. I know he's not going to get much further. With the girth and length he now has, my throat is bound to be too tight. Reminding myself over and over to breathe through my nose will not alter the reality that he's so wide that he'll force up my palate and close off the airway completely. At 9 inches deep we encounter resistance. We feel the tip lodge in my throat having filled every possible space my anatomy allows.

 

I whimper with desire beneath him. He responds by sliding his mammoth dick partway out of my mouth before thrusting back in.

 

“Just... give me a sec. Gonna try and open you up a bit more.” He pistons in and out a couple more times, slick and heavy with spit and pre-cum. “You're so close to taking all of me. So. Fucking. Hot. Watching me stretch out your throat. You're going to love watching how deep you swallow me.” He pumps a couple more times but doesn't succeed in getting much further.

 

I'm getting impatient. Gorging on the heft of him all the way to the back of my throat feels so good, so right. He said he'd own me, right? What the fuck is he waiting for? He's already marked me as his territory and them proceeded to inexplicably swell even larger than he was. Now, thrusting in and out of my mouth, he's going to give up? I'm so close to being made fully his. I can't stand my body's last physical resistance to receiving his magnificence. I Must. Take. More.

 

Then it happens.

 

He angles his hips a little bit more in a desperate attempt to bottom out. Just as the head brushes against the back of my throat again, my muscles loosen and then contract around the entire glans, gripping it and pulling him deeper.

 

“Fuuuuuuck. What are youuu-” He cries out as waves of ecstasy wash over him from the unexpected sensation. My throat muscles stretch inhumanly wide to allow him access and I feel the heavy weight of his balls crash into my face. The feeling is surreal – my insides undulate to milk his massive cock within me, responding to my desire to stroke his length and whorl around the tip at the same time. “Yesss!!!” He's screaming with delight now. This shouldn't be possible. My anatomy should not be able to twist and widen in this fashion. Something primal uncoils within me as he forcefully withdraws from my mouth, dragging his steely length out of me. I try to wiggle toward it to draw him back in but he holds me pinned to the bed with one hand.

 

“Whoa. Just. Whoa.” He's looking down at me with a mix of awe and admiration. “Where did that come from?”

 

“Fuck. Does it matter? Just...hnnnng....just get back inside me?”

 

“Your whole throat just widened out like some...some... tentacle or something and gripped me inside like a hand and a tongue at the same time! What's going on?”

 

“Of course I felt it. How could I not feel it. I just know that I wanted to take you deeper, much deeper and finally I was able to. Now will you stop overthinking and fuck me senseless?!”

 

He's half looking at me, half looking at his phone. Probably watching the moment the change occurred. I take advantage of his distraction and squirm out from under his hand. I roll up and lunge forward to start servicing him again with my mouth, but he drops the phone and catches me before I make contact. I am unceremoniously lifted up and thrown onto my back with an ease that catches me off guard. He's a lot fucking stronger than I am now.

 

“Eager, aren't we?” His face is smug and sexy. How can he be both at the same time? Something is clearly wrong with me.

 

“I feel like you appreciate that...” I stare up at him with half lidded eyes. “Can you really blame me for trying?” I try to appeal to his ego.

 

“There's something else I want to try after what just happened. Do you trust me?”

 

“I...um...” He sees my hesitation and reaches down to caress the side of my face. I nuzzle his large hand, pressing my cheek into the firm pad of his palm.

 

“Hey. It's okay. I'll go slow – we don't even know what or why this is happening. After watching what you did with your throat though.... It made me think what else... might... be....”

 

Oh. Of course that's what he's talking about. We both want it and now it might actually be possible. I raise my eyes to look at him. All trace of his earlier smirk is gone, replaced by a concerned look of genuine tenderness. It's the same look he gave me when he helped me out of my paranoid head-space undressing in his bathroom before we started. So earnest... so... real. How could I say no?

 

“I'm game if you are. You're carrying me around if I'm too sore to walk tomorrow.” He chuffs out a light laugh and leans down to kiss me. My legs splay wide to accommodate his thickly muscled torso and I raise myself up to meet him. I feel the ball of his bicep curl around me, supporting my weight as we kiss fervently. “We're still going to need gobs of lube....” He chuckles against my neck and breaks the embrace to rummage through a nightstand.

 

He's working a lubed up finger into my ass a moment later. I clutch the bed sheets and squirm when he adds more lube and a second finger. He grips my hip with his free hand to stop me from fucking myself on his fingers. Then there's a third finger, warming me up, hitting me in all the right spots inside. I buck against his hold, eager to get going but he tightens his grip and holds me fast.

 

“I love seeing you writhe like this. I love that it's me making you this hot.” His fingers withdraw and he slings my legs over his shoulders. A moment later I feel his length rubbing against my ass. It's huge. I take a deep breath and hold it in anticipation of his entry.

 

The tip throbs slick and wide between my cheeks, inching its way forward. The pace is agony as is the first wave of pain as his arm-thick cock breaches the tight ring of muscle. What the fuck were we thinking? The stretching sensation is extreme – it feels like my body is being split apart as my pucker slowly widens to allow him entry. He stops once the first few inches are inside and strokes my thigh reassuringly.

 

After a couple of moments, the burning sensation of being rent asunder gives way pleasure. I can still feel the pull of my flesh being spread apart by his massive size but the pain is muted by mounting desire. He flexes within me and my hips lift up with his movement. I'm like his dick marionette. He grins and pushes further in.

 

The sensation of being filled is divine. Deeper and deeper he goes, my body adjusting itself to allow him entry. After what feels like an eternity, I feel his balls resting heavily upon my ass. There's a dopey, blissful smile on his face and he takes a brief rest.

 

“You did it. You fit yourself around all of me. Are you okay?”

 

“I.... Yeah, I am.” His body is hot against mine. I can feel sweat starting to bead out on the skin in the small of my back. He watches me closely as he tries a couple of small pumps, gauging my reaction. When I gasp with delight, his thrusts become a little longer. He's still going slow, allowing me to feel and adjust to the exceptional length he has each time he pulls out before driving back into me.

 

Once he's sure I'm ready he picks up speed, thrusting both shallow and deep, always keeping me guessing how far in he'll sheath himself in me. I reach up and pull him down to kiss him, biting his lip. He gasps and I force my tongue into his larger mouth, relishing his surprise and quick recovery of dominance. It isn't a gentle kiss. It's raw and needy and spurs us on even more. His hands grip the tops of my hips and drive me harder against him. I tighten myself around him, pulling him as deep as we can get. My altered body fights against his withdrawal, the added suction heightens every movement he makes within me as we lose ourselves in pleasuring each other.

 

“You feel fucking amazing,” he pants out, face buried in my neck. I drop my legs and wrap them around his waist, pressing our bodies together. He closes his hands around my lower back and tilts me off the bed. His biceps swell gorgeously as they flex to support my weight. I gasp and moan in response, the new angle sends new waves of delight through me.

 

“I'm...fuuuuck.....going....soon.” I can hardly form words. I tense my abdomen to lift myself up to kiss him again. I dig my fingers into his upper back to brace myself but he easily adapts to the extra weight. The skin beneath my fingers tenses as the muscles beneath tighten so there isn't any space left between us.

 

“Remember what... I... said earlier?” He changes to long, firm strokes, punctuating each deep thrust with words. My mouth lolls open with mind-numbing pleasure – he's fucking me blissfully senseless. “I. Own. You. Now. You're... Mine.” He nips the skin beneath my jaw on the last word and hammers into me forcefully. My whole body tightens and I come at last and hot spurts jet up between us. He looses a guttural scream a moment after I start and spills forth within me. Shot after shot fills my insides, the fiery heat of it causes my body to flush pink and warm. He gradually slows his strokes and lowers me gently to the bed, large hands still cupping my ass. Our breathing slows and I open my eyes. I can't even recall exactly when I closed them.

 

“Wow. That was....fuck.... Holy fuck.” I'm clearly still fucked senseless.

 

“Yeah.” He lets out a long breath. “Absolutely yeah.” He withdraws from me and there's an audible pop. The sensation is a loss and my body is momentarily confused by his absence. I tighten reflexively and start to prop myself up on my elbows but he stops me. He lays down and hugs me tightly from behind, his perfect, engorged dick still pressing against me rigid and insistent.

 

The embrace is...kind, thoughtful. His breath is warm against the top of my head. This close to him I can feel his pulse, strong and rhythmic against me. The effect is soothing...intimate really. I feel the first pulls exhaustion lying there cocooned in his arms.

 

“Hey?” I ask softly. “I, um, I need to get up and, um, clean up a bit...”

 

“Hmmph.... I guess that's allowed.” His arms squeeze tighter before letting me go. When I sit up and look over at him, he's smiling. His hair's messed up and he's still sweaty from exertion, but he's damn, fucking hot. I'm not sure if he's flexing while laying there but fuck does he look fi-

 

Fuck. That's what we were after wasn't it? The thought gives me a chill and I stare at him intensely. He notices and sits up immediately.

 

“What? Is something wrong? Does anything hurt?”

 

It's sweet that he's thinking of me. That he forgot about what we were trying to do.

 

“Stand up for me?” I hold out my hand as I rise to my feet.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Just... just stand up, okay?” He holds my hand but doesn't use it. Watching his abdomen tighten and legs flex as he stands could become one of my new favourite past-times. Along with the mind-altering sex.

 

My eyes still meet the same point below his lower lip at the chin. I look down. Nothing going on down there either.

 

“You're acting really weir- Oh. Right.” He closes his eyes and shakes out his arms, trying to relax while standing.

 

We wait.

 

Nothing happens.

 

We wait a minute more.

 

He opens one eye to look at me. I shake my head.

 

“Sorry? It's not like we know what we're doing, right?” It sounds lame, even to me.

 

“Yeah. I guess. It just felt like there was more, you know? Like there was still something waiting to come out.”

 

“Do you still feel it? That... thing you mentioned earlier....?”

 

“It's...It's still there.”

 

He holds his hand up toward me. I reach out and place my hand against his. I jump back and yelp in surprise. Why had I not felt that earlier? It was like an electric current jolted me in the ass and coursed through my body, into his hand.

 

“Definitely still there then. I didn't feel it...before...”

 

“Before I rocked your world with mindblowing sex?” He totally knows how sexy I think his smirk is.

 

“I guess it was alright. I'll definitely leave a positive review on Air Bnb. The pain in my ass is going to stop you from getting five stars though.” I can play this game back.

 

“Such. A. Tease.” He starts toward me but I stop him with a frantic wave of my hand.

 

He doesn't grow nearly as much this time but it's still noticeable. An inch, maybe? A groan of euphoria escapes as he feels it happen. Fuck, it's absurdly exciting to watch him grow like that. I'm hard as a rock instantly from one lousy inch. I prepare myself for the sensation and reach out to touch his shoulder as his growth ebbs.

 

The tingling is tangible but I force myself to maintain contact. The longer I do, the more I start to understand about what to do. I am his. That much is clear now. A catalyst of sorts for whatever is happening. I can still spur his growth on, but I can't be both the catalyst and the fuel. I still have no idea what started this change in him exactly, but I really don't care. I feel his desire for more. And his desire is mine now. Who am I kidding? I probably had the desire for him to have more before he did.

 

Oh.

 

The realization blindsides me. My fingers fall from his shoulder with shock. He notices the break in contact and my silence.

 

“Hey? What's going on in there?” He turns my head gently to look at him. There is no jolting sensation this time. It's still there, omnipresent as it flows through and between us, but the strangeness of it is subdued after my epiphany. I blink to clear my thoughts and make eye contact to put him at ease.

 

“I'm good. I'm just thinking, that's all. Let's...let's go get cleaned up?”

 

“You think you can keep your hands off me in the shower?” I can't help but give him the chuckle he's trying to get to break this new tension.

 

“Totally. But then I want to sleep. In your bed. With you. And cuddle”

 

“Just sleep...?” He raises his arms above his head and hits a double-bicep flex.

 

Fuck. Me.

 

“Well, when you do that.... But that's what I need. Like really, really need right now. Don't worry though, I'll still let you be the big spoon.”

 

“As if you could even be the big spoon compared to all this!” He lunges at me and hefts me over his shoulder. Easily. His feet slap against the floor as he struts toward the bathroom. I take the opportunity to ogle his ass as he carries me. It's not like I could break free even if I wanted to.

 

Not that I would ever want to. Especially now. The wheels in my head begin turning, even as we tease and clean each other in the shower. I need to contact a few people and make some arrangements before indulging in some sleep with this perfect partner who shares my appetites, who knows parts of me better than I know myself.

 

I am his.

 

He is mine.

 

Is it wrong that we didn't have a chance to ask each other if this was what we would choose before it began?

 

[Jsmith230]

Absolutely fantastic read. Not sure how I missed the first part when it was posted originally,  but I loved it! Please write more — your words paint a deeply vivid picture that absolutely heightens the reading pleasure so to speak. Well done! 

[dredlifter]

Great stuff!   Wow, that sex scene...  woof!  You are a great writer.  The descriptions are amazing.