Buried Treasures
It was a breakthrough discovery none of them had imagined they'd achieve in their lives.
"What is it?" Mark, a large, black draft horse asked, removing his fedora and wiping the sweat from his face.
The small group of four stepped through the hole they had just made in what simply seemed to be a large pile of stones from the outside. Luckily Jason, a short but strong otter with keen eyes, had found a strange picture on one of the small stones in the pile that signified some sort of ancient ritual, and had ordered further investigation. "It looks like some kind of temple," he said, brushing his hand against the dirt-encrusted wall.
"Is it safe?" Gunner, a wolf, asked, hanging back at the entrance while the others slowly traveled the dark hallway in front of them.
"Probably not. But we wouldn't be explorers if we didn't check it out, now would we?" Taylor, orca, said, handing the others flashlights. He shined his own beam across the walls and floor, but there was nothing but dirt and sand. He aimed the light down the hallway for a brief second, and thought he saw someone. Quickly he returned to light to that spot, but found it empty. "That's weird..." he mumbled.
"What is it?" Mark asked.
"I thought I saw something down there. Must have been a scorpion or something. Let's go." Taylor took point and proceeded down the dark hall, shining his flashlight this way and that, illuminating nothing. Still, he did many double takes, thinking over and over that he had seen something at the corner of his eye.
"You okay?" Taylor asked, noticing Taylor's odd behavior.
"Yeah, it's nothing. I just keep thinking I'm seeing something. Every time I go to look, it's gone."
They shrugged and trudged on. The slope of the path began to descend. Sometimes they stopped to examine what might be something on the walls, but such investigations always proved futile. FInally, Mark, who found his way in front, turned back, "The hallway ends just ahead."
Eager now, the four of them hurried forward until they stepped out into an antechamber. Towering pillars stood around the perimeter of the room, ready to crumble from age. "We must be very deep underground," Gunner said, shining his light up the pillars. The ceiling was so high he couldn't illuminate it.
"We should hurry," Mark said. "It's hard to breathe down here."
"Look at that!" Taylor said excitedly, spotting some kind of painting on the wall. He hurried over, the others following him. When close enough to examine it, his mouth dropped. "Is that...is that what I think it is?" In front of them was a representation of what looked like...gay sex? The species of the two men pictured was blurred and unknown, but what was obvious were the two giant penises being played with by each of them. There was spunk everywhere, with more erupting from the enormous cocks. In the middle was a small round object, drawn with rays coming from it as though to show that it was bright or shining. The paint looked fresh, as though it had been finished only minutes ago.
Mark gasped quietly and recoiled. "What the..." he whispered, looking down. He had a semi. "Why do I have a stiffy now?" he thought to himself. He ignored it and looked at the picture again, but found that when he did he just got harder. He stood, transfixed by the hot scene before him. "Such big cocks..." he thought, which was odd considering his heterosexuality. "I wonder what it must feel like to play with something like that." His erection became harder and harder, traveling up his navel and rested just where his abdominals began.
The others were just as enchanted as Mark. They felt their rods stir in their pants, stretching and filling the fabric. Taylor's cock bulged from underneath his shirt, a wet spot forming at the tip and soaking through the material. Jason was twitching slightly, shifting his legs further apart. Gunner was nearly drooling, his own tent jutting out. Finally Mark managed to snap out of it, shaking his head and averting his eyes. Almost instantly his erection went away, and he felt as though nothing had happened. He looked at the others, who one by one returned to their senses, exchanging glances. "Wait, what happened?" Gunner said. They looked back at the wall. The picture was gone. "There's nothing here," Gunner said. "Let's move on. There's another doorway over there."
They blinked and followed the wolf through the doorway into an even larger room. They aimed their flashlights all over, and were shocked at all the illustrations they saw. Innumerably gay sex representations: oral, anal, rituals, masturbation, autofellatio, rape, love, passion, orgies. The only thing that all the images had in common was that all the entities had very large penises. The four explorers immediately forgot about each other and wandered off in their own directions, hypnotized.
Jason found himself in front of two males jerking each other off, one of them deep in the pleasure of his orgasm. The picture seemed to be alive, moving, like a film. The male (it looked like some kind of reptile) on the left was furiously jerking his partner with both hands, his own cock thumping against his chest. The lizard-like thing on the right had his hands and feet flat on the ground, and he was thrusting his body in the air, humping the palms of the reptile on the left. Cum was raining down on them both. The one jerking the other off was licking his muscled body clean, then they began to kiss each other. Jason's clothes were off in an instant, and he was furiously jerking his fat, seven inch member, his lean, cut body (from swimming!) convulsing in pleasure as he watched the scene unfold.
Gunner was only a few feet away from Jason, but was ignoring him completely. His mouth was agape at the scene before him, moving just as Jason's was. Two reptilian creatures were in the 69 position, laying on their sides. Their cocks were so huge that they were a couple feet apart, each suckling on the head of the other, thrusting into each other's mouths. Gunner was suddenly on the ground, clothes off, his nine inches of wolf cock hard as hell and throbbing in both paws. Before he knew it he was cumming, several thick shots coating his body before dribbling out.
Taylor, large, muscled, and strong-willed, was in the same position as the other two. On the opposite side of the room, he was watching four smaller reptiles on the ground licking, slurping, sucking, worshipping the giant member on another, larger, seated reptile. This idol of theirs was smiling down at them, reveling the the attention, his member oozing a long strand of precum which one of the small ones was quick to catch in his mouth, quickly filled from it. Another small one was hefting up one of the idol's cantalope-sized testicles, licking it hungrily. The idol threw his head back and moaned the most sexual moan Taylor had ever heard. The orca's clothes were quickly off, his large 12 incher in both hands, being pumped furiously. In seconds he was orgasming harder than he ever had in his life, a new, powerful sexual lust infecting him. He thrust into his paws, and soon his cumshot splattered on his face, and he was click to lick it all off when the orgasm died. Still, he wasn't satisfied, and continued to jerk himself furiously, aching for relief, pleading with his cock to deliver another orgasm.
Mark was in the far corner, watching a reptile enjoying himself, pleasing himself with his own mouth and tongue. The room he was in was coated white, indicating he had been doing this for a long time now. The creature's head was bobbing up and down his throbbing meat, hands on his hips and he thrust into his own maw. Cum was soon filling his cheeks and splashing out, splattering against his throbbing shaft and his muscular body. His head popped off his cock and he thrust the air, a giant smile on his face, eyes closed, cum raining down on him and adding to the mess. When it had stopped he bent right over and began sucking himself off again to yet another orgasm, his titanic rod even larger than before. Right after watching this, Mark had his own cock in his mouth. He was on his back with his legs over his head, eyes closed, slurping hungrily on his 14 inches of fat meat, moaning loudly, strong abs crunching as his brought his legs down and then lifted them up again. Soon he was cumming in his mouth, and he hungrily swallowed his load. Even after orgasm, he continued to suck and suck, wanting more and more.
Jason had orgasmed twice by the time his eyes unclouded. He was on the ground naked, his otter seed splashed across his body, some of it on the ground. He blinked, confused as could be, and looked around. Nothing on the walls. "How the HELL did I end up like this?" He got up and retrieved his clothes, putting them on quickly. "Gunner? Mark? Taylor?" he called.
Gunner's eyes popped open. He heard his name echoing through the room. Was that Jason? He stood up. "What the FUCK?" he yelped, quickly covering himself. He skittered over to where his clothes were and dressed. He heard Jason call again, and followed his voice.
Taylor shook his head. He was standing, back against the wall, soft cock in hand. He looked down. His body was sticky and wet. He swiped his finger across and pectoral and sniffed the substance. "Is this my...did I just...?" He dressed as well, confused, then followed Jason's voice.
Mark brought his legs up and on the ground, cock exiting his mouth with a pop. He held his head as though it hurt, looking around. "Why the hell was my dick in my mouth? I was just entering this room and then...here I am. What's going on?" He snapped his head behind him when he heard Jason, and he quickly dressed and left.
They gathered at the center of the room, each of them chatting confusedly, their voices undistinguished and nothing but a loud drone.
"QUIET!" Jason yelled, putting his arms up. "Obviously something odd is going on here. I'm just as lost as you all are, but maybe if we get to the bottom of this place, we'll find out what the deal is, okay? So just try to ignore the state in which you all found yourselves for now. We'll find out what's going on."
They bowed their heads and nodded, eyes darting all over, heads swimming with thoughts. None of them could believe they were doing something so wild, so outlandish and out of character. It was as though someone else were controlling them. Or maybe they were just in some primal state - an unconscious mode where nothing mattered but the satisfaction of their intense lust. Or maybe this was a dream. No one knew.
"Maybe we should just leave," Gunner said, buttoning his pants up. "This place is no good."
"Nonsense!" Jason snapped. "This could be the discovery of a lifetime. I'm not passing up this opportunity. Besides, it's not like we were -hurt-."
The others were taken aback by this logic. It was true, but in a way, weren't they hurt? Not physically (oh, not at ALL), but mentally. The confusion was overwhelming. They found it hard to focus on anything, to concentrate. They all found that their thoughts were snapping back to the same thing: sex. Gay sex. This intense focus on such an outrageous thing was bewildering. None of them had ever found another man attractive. Why this sudden change of character? Was this building causing it? Were they going mad?
"Let's just keep going," Mark said, going on ahead. He looked at the ground solemnly, but stopped suddenly. "Hey, look at this."
The others gathered around him, following his gaze. They blinked and shook their heads, pushing away the mental images that were constantly flooding their minds, in an attempt to focus for just a few seconds. "It looks like this stone is hiding something. Look at it's awkward position."
He was right. This particular stone looked as though it had been shoved into place. It was raised just a few centimeters, barely providing enough of an edge for the otter to grasp and heavy up with. He only managed to raise it a few more inches before letting go. "That's all I can do," he said.
"Here, I can get it now," Taylor said. He hunched over and grabbed the stone. His bottom was in a perfect position for the others to gaze at, transfixed on that wonderful orca ass and swishing tail as though he were one of the pictures on the walls. Taylor growled and heaved, his muscled arms flexing, legs tense with straining muscle as he lifted with them. Soon the stone was out of the ground - an entire foot of solid rock. "Got it," he turned to the others, clapping his hands together, dust puffing out of his palms. "You guys okay?"
They nodded, able to focus again now that Taylor's wonderful bottom was out of view. "Yeah, uh huh," they all said, scratching their heads and looking at each other as though someone would be able to provide a rational explanation for what was happening. "Is there anything in there?" Gunner asked.
Taylor threw the rock down and turned again, looking into the hole. "Yeah," he said, motioning for them to come over. They did, each anthro trying to get a better and better look until their heads finally collided: "Ouch! Hey!"
"Step back guys," Mark huffed, annoyed and rubbing his forehead. They obeyed, and the horse reached down into the hole and brought out a small wooden box. It was about the size of a shoe box, and the wood was in surprisingly good condition. "What is it?" Jason asked, stepping forward and squatting with Mark.
"Should we open it?" Taylor asked.
"We didn't go through all this shit for nothing," Mark said. Jason nodded and carefully slid the lid off the box. His eyes reflected the white sparkle of what was inside. He took a handkerchief from his pockets and grabbed the jewel with it, removing his glasses to get a better look.
"A diamond?" Gunner asked.
"No. I...I don't know what it is. It may be something I've never heard of, or it may be some new kind of metal all together! Gentlemen I think we've found a very important - UH..." Jason dropped the jewel. Perfectly round, it rolled to the center of the circle the group had formed. It increased in radiance, the light it was emitting from within growing brighter and brighter, until everyone had to shield their eyes. A strange noise began to fill their ears, like some kind of engine that was working harder and harder.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Gunner yelled, terrified. "DO SOMETHING!" but Jason looked petrified.
But as soon as it had grown to blinding levels of brightness and deafening levels of sound, it stopped. They unshielded their eyes or ears and looked. The jewel was sitting back in its box as if nothing had happened. "What the hell was that?" Taylor asked, "did anyone else - OH..." he froze up, falling onto his back, writhing on the ground.
"TAYLOR!" Mark yelled, rushing over to the orca. But he didn't reach halfway before he fell over himself and began to wriggle and shudder .
Gunner looked around nervously. Panicking, he made a dart for the exit, but locked up and fell over just like the others, convulsing on the ground.
Their moans and sighs of pleasure echoed throughout the room, each one of them writhing on the ground. But something was happening. They were changing...
Their bodies were bulking out. Shirts stretched as they tried to fit over bulging bodies. Sleeves tore as arms exploded with muscle. Taylor flexed both of his arms, his biceps tearing his shirt, the orca moaning in pleasure. Mark ran his hands down his body, his abs popping as another set made his six pac and eight pac. He found the buttons at the top of his shirt and tore it right off, revealing his bubbling, stronger body, which continued to expand and grow. Jason was on his stomach, humping the ground, his bottom in the air. His pants began to tear as his hips expanded, his buttcheeks packing on firm muscle, his waist remaining slender but his back rippling his muscle as his shirt was torn clean off by his transformation. Gunner's shorts were having trouble accommodating his growing legs. His thighs were bursting with muscle, as though sculpted from marble, his calves growing in proportion as well. Soon his shorts were torn off from the growing muscles, his thong-like underwear remaining in tact. His shirt soon expanded to breaking point as well, his pecs causing a giant tear at the top before his growing abs finished it off, the tattered cloth falling to the ground.
Taylor sat up, holding his head, trying to clear his vision which had become cloudy. "What in the world..." he moaned with fatigue. He opened his eyes and saw his massive arm. "Holy shit!" he yelped, jumping backwards. His horror turned to curiosity though. He turned his arms this way and that, flexing his triceps, bunching up his biceps. He put his hands on his hips and flexed his pecs, the mounds of muscle jutting out. He brushed his fingertips along his eight pac. He was huge. Eight feet tall, no body fat, a mountain of muscle - not too much to be utterly absurd, though. "Wow..." curiosity soon turned to acceptance, which quickly turned into a narcissistic lust. He felt himself all over, cupping a hand over a mountainous bicep. "Yeah!" he moaned, punching a marble thigh with his fist and finding it hard as rock.
Mark was acting in the same fashion. He brought an arm up and flexed, licking slowly and sensually the basketball sized bicep that was throbbing with power. "Fuck..." he moaned, flexing this way and that, posing for himself, experimenting. With every flex he felt a new level of pleasure, as though it were flowing in his blood and into his muscles. He wanted more and more of this feeling, and soon found himself flexing so hard he was panting. He wasn't as large as the orca, but still very intimidating. He looked over and say Taylor playing with his new body. His eyes flamed with lust, and he walked slowly, sensually, towards the orca, making sure his thighs flexed with every step, swinging his arms just enough that his pecs bounced. He flexed his stomach, his washboard abs gleaming with the sweat that was coating them. "Taylor..." he whispered when he approached the orca.
Taylor looked at Mark for all but five seconds before shoving his tongue into his mouth. They touched each other all over - squeezing muscles, grinding their bodies against one another, tongue intertwined. Mark's hands grabbed the orca's bottom, squeezing firmly. Taylor was dry humping the horse, but strangely had no erection. It didn't matter though. The sexual energy wasn't flowing to his penis, it was flowing into his muscles. Every squeeze from Mark, every caress and rub, he felt a new level of excitement flow through his veins. They wanted more.
Meanwhile, Jason was on top of Gunner. The wolf's hands were roaming the otter's ripped backside, slapping his muscle, squeezing his ass. Jason had his mouth over Gunner's, the two locked in a deep kiss that neither wanted to end. Their pants were but small strips of cloth covering their crotches and rears, for despite all of their new muscle, they retained their lean shape, their waists remaining relatively small. They were moaning loudly, tongues roaming each other's bodies. Jason's tongue was trailing the lines of muscle of Gunner's abs, the wolf throwing his head back and howling with delight.
But soon it all ended. The kissing and caressing ended as all four fell to the ground again, on their backs, writhing all over. Jason had his feet flat on the dirt ground, back arched, as he humped the air. A noticeable lump was growing in his strip of cloth that was now his pants. It was about the size of a baseballs before the cloth started to stretch, a tent forming. He cried out, thrusting the air, the ball growing larger and larger, until finally with a loud tear, the fabric constraining it fell to shreds. His growing cock sprang out, flopping onto his stomach, growing larger and larger by the second. It snaked and wiggled its way up into the air as it hardened. 12 inched, fifteen, up and up it went, surging in length every time Jason clenched his ass and thrust upwards. His balls expanded as well, flopping up and down as he thrust, the size of tennis balls. Finally, he lay still on the ground, eyes flickering, his seventeen inch cock throbbing just under his muscled pectorals, which heaved up and down as he breathed heavily, leaking a puddle of pre on them that trailed down his torso.
Mark was throwing a fit as well. He thrashed on the ground, his muscles tense and flexed, veins popping all over, a roar coming from deep within him that had such sexual tension behind it that it made Jason fire a wad of precum onto his neck. The warm liquid splattered onto his fur, and the otter fell back and moaned, running his hands down his body before grabbing his massive cock and jerking it slowly. He pointed it straight in the air, arching his back and again and slowly, sensually thrusting into the palms, his muscled legs flexing as he lifted his hips up and down. Mark's cock flopped out of his sheath, black and thick as his forearm (before transformation). It wriggled its way out, flopping all over as the horse writhed on the ground. It slapped against his legs and stomach before it began to get hard.
The horse never felt this good before. "AHHHH. UHHHH..." he moaned, eyes clenched tight. All that sexual tension and energy that was in his muscles had doubled, and was now in his cock as well. It was like he was having sex times ten, and he wasn't even touching himself! He grabbed his hardening cock, which was still fairly soft, and jerked it. It grew and grew in his hands, until he was able to wrap both palms around it, his fingertips a few inches from being able to touch. He managed to get onto his knees, his back against a pillar. He humped into his palms as his cock grew and grew, veins popping up and down his shaft. He grabbed the base and thumped his cock against his body, precum splattering out and flying in all directions. Finally it stopped growing, and he let go of it, letting it fall at a 45 degree angle in front of him. Twenty inches of huge horse cock stood in front of him, lurching and throbbing as veins pulsating all over it, begging for attention. The horse stuck his hips out to make it seem bigger. It was beautiful. A small drop of precum oozed out and trickled down his shaft, tickling it beyond reason. This drove the horse mad with lust, and now all he wanted was relief. He went over to Jason...
Gunner's eyes were nearly in the back of his head. His tongue was sticking out, mouth open in bliss, as he felt his bulge surging in his underwear. In seconds the cloth was on the ground, his massive floppy thumping onto his hard stomach and slithering up his body. "Come to papa..." he said, mouth open. His cock traveled up, up, up, growing and growing as it became harder. It oozed as it went up his body, leaving a sticky trail of precum in its wake. "Yeah..." he moaned when it settled in between his pecs, which he flexed and squeezed around his cock, sandwiching it. He moved his upper body up and down, jerking his cock with his chest, his hands fondling his massive tennis ball testicles, their weight and size making the wolf mad with lust. His eighteen inches begged for stimulation, and Gunner gave it just that.
Meanwhile, Taylor looked like he was being jolted with electricity. He managed to stand after falling again. He was huffing and puffing, hands on his chest, hips going back and forth as he slowly and sensually thrust the air. "Ohhh..." he was moaning, head turned, eyes closed. His meat swelled and surged, swinging half way to his knees before it started to get hard. He started to feel his muscles again, that same intense feeling of pleasure flowing through him as he flexed. Every pose made his cock lurch and grow and more. It raised itself, now parallel to the ground, a rope of precum drooling out of it and splashing onto the dirt. Up and up it rose. Taylor put his hands behind his head, his massive biceps brushing against his cheeks, as he thrust the air more, his cock now sticking straight up. It was as thick as his forearm (-after- transformation) and just kept getting longer and longer. "Fuck yes..." he moaned, begging his cock to keep growing. It just felt so good; he wanted more. When it finally seemed to stop, he sighed happily and grabbed it, shuddering in pleasure. "Yeah..." he sighed, slowly jerking his 24 inched - two entire feet - of meat, outclassing the others by far. He eagerly bent his head down and gave his cock the attention it craved.
Jason was on his back when Mark approached him, the otter's cock resting below his chest, the puddle of precum growing larger at the sight of the horse. He spread his legs, letting his large balls fall to the ground to rest there. Mark's powerful legs flexed with every step, his horse cock swaying to and fro, gigantic baseball testicles swaying and flopping as he walked. Finally Mark got on his knees in front of the otter, his massive cock presenting itself in front of Jason's lips. The otter immediately obeyed and took it in his mouth, sucking hard. Mark nearly fell back in pleasure, the relief he was seeking now seeming further away as his desire for orgasm increased significantly. He thrust into the otter's mouth, which somehow had no trouble in taking all his meat, and soon he found that he was being deepthroated by Jason. The otter's cock bounced on his chest, spurting pre all over his chin and face, and in an act of mercy, Mark grabbed the pillar of meat and jerked it roughly as he thrust into the otter's mouth, spit and precum splashing all over.
Gunner couldn't believe what he was seeing. In front of him, Taylor - gigantic with muscle and more hung than any person he had ever seen - was going down on himself. Barely even hunched over, the orca was slurping hungrily at his cock, taking in the entire head and several inches of the shaft. Precum drooled from his lips and landed on his shaft, trickling down to his swaying, balls, as large as cantaloups. The sight alone was enough to make the wolf tense up, his cock surging to new levels of size, red as blood, before firing an enormous blast of cum onto his face and the ground behind him. "Oh....GOD!" he roared, thrusting the air, his upper body remaining on the ground. "YES...YES!" he moaned, shooting rope after giant rope of thick cum all over himself. He was thrusting the air long after it had ended, and as soon as he noticed it was over he grabbed his cock and jerked furiously, bringing himself to yet another orgasm in a matter of seconds. "FUCK!" he growled, hands a blur on his cock and even MORE cum shot out, splattering against his face, his ripped body, everywhere.
Taylor looked up and saw Gunner cumming like a firehose. The sight didn't spike his orgasm like he hoped it would, it only made it seem further away. The pleasure increased, but he felt like he'd need more to bring about his money shot. He got onto the back and sucked himself harder, bringing his legs over his head and letting his cock find its way into his mouth. He brought his legs down, giving himself more meat to slurp on, then brought them up, letting it pop out for air.
Mark put his palms on the pillar behind Jason, his triceps flexing, as he thrust into the otter's mouth. Soon his cock inflated, dumping gallons of cum into the otter, which he was quick to swallow hungrily. Still, it wasn't enough. Mark wanted more. Mark wanted a true, relieving orgasm. He popped out of Jason's mouth, who looked seemed to read the horses mind and flipped onto his stomach, cock sticking out of his side, oozing more and more precum. Mark spread the otter's cheeks wide before driving his massive rod into the otter. "FUUUCK!" Jason roared, his back rippling and tense, arms wrapped around the pillar as the horse relentlessly fucked him, going until his balls touched the otter's rump before coming all the way out and slamming himself back in, sending massive amount of cum to squelch out of the otter's rump. Mark barely felt his second orgasm, it was so trivial. Still, the cum escaped in huge amounts, and he wanted more. More.
Gunner crawled over to Taylor after his second orgasm. The orca brought his legs to the ground, letting his cock pop out of his mouth and onto his chest below his chin. "Like it?" Taylor said.
"It's so fucking huge..." he wolf marveled, touching the orca's massive meat, lifting his gigantic balls, rubbing his ripped and muscled body. "I can't believe how hot you are..."
"Heh, I saw you cumming over there just by looking at me," he said, winking. "Think you can take this big cock?"
Gunner straddled the orca, putting his cock against Taylor's. He thrust against it, falling down onto the orca, grinding his body against Taylor's. The two kissed roughly.
Jason was on his third orgasm. The otter cried out as his cock exploded in another, larger fountain of cum, coating the equine fucking him in his spunk. Mark fell back, supporting himself with his palms, as the otter coated him in warm spunk. "Yeah, shoot all over me..." he moaned. His thrusting soon became too sloppy, however, and his cock fell out, a torrent of seed following it. "You want this big load?" Mark teased the otter, swinging his massive horse meat over Jason, who followed it with his mouth, trying to pop it inside. "Yes, please. I want to see that big think erupt."
Mark smirked, "then get it out." Jason smiled and got to his knees, wrapping his hands around Mark's rod and jerking it ferociously. Instantly a torrent of cum shot out, coating the otter. Jason stood, cock still in hand, and kissed Mark while the horse's cock, sandwiched between their bodies, exploded all over them both. The otter wrapped his legs around Mark's waist, and the horse managed to shove his cock into the otter again, fucking him silly while his orgasm lasted for over a minute. "YEAAAH!" the horse roared, wanting more and more pleasure. Still, when it was all over, both of them were still harder than ever, cock seemingly a little bigger and wanting more.
"Holy shit, look," Jason pointed over at Taylor. Mark turned and saw the orca's massive meat between his and Gunner's bodies. Mark and Jason smiled and went over to help the orca.
When Taylor and Gunner saw the two approaching they separated. Taylor stood up in his eight feet of muscle and crossed his arms, his giant cock parallel to the ground, throbbing, leaking, enticing the others to satisfy it. He smirked.
The other three got to their knees in front of Taylor. Gunner got between the orca's legs and started to suckle and lick his low hanging orbs. Jason sucked on Taylor's cock while Mark stood up and kissed him, hands running all over his body, grinding against the orca.
"Yes..." Taylor moaned between kisses. "Gonna cum so big...gonna feel so good..."
Jason gagged. He quickly took Taylor's cock out of his mouth and gasped. It was getting _bigger. _
"Holy shit," Gunner noticed too, watching as the orca's cock grew, swelled, expanded. Soon it was poking to otter in the nose, and he began licking it all over, making it throb and twitch, precum spurting out constantly, veins pulsating all over the pillar of meat.
"Gonna cum...so close..." Taylor moaned. Mark got to his knees as well and jerked Taylor monster. Gunner licked the underside of the orca's cock while Jason fondled the balls, heavy with cum.
"Oh God...Oh...GOD! UHHH!" Taylor's entire body flexed. His hands behind his head, eight pac crunched, pecs exploding outward, legs tense but trembling, the orca's orgasm hit.
Cum flared out like a firehose. The first shot reached about ten feet behind the three below him, and he continued to shoot that far as the three jerked him off and pleasured him. "YES! FUCK! YES!" he roared, the sound of his voice so hot that Gunner once again cummed on the spot, his warm spunk coating Taylor's balls and underneath his cock.
Jason pointed that massive dick upwards, letting the spunk fly into the air and rain onto them all. Mark fell onto his back, jerking himself off, cumming again and again, his orgasms not seeming to stop. Nevertheless, he kept wanting more.
Taylor thrust the air, cumming still even after a minute, completely coating the three below him. Jason jerked the orca's cock, Gunner lapping at it, but getting caught in his own orgasm over and over again. Only Jason seemed able to focus long enough to pleasure the orca.
Still, soon Taylor took hold of his own cock, pointing it at the three below him, splattering them with his cum, which just wouldn't end. The writhed on the ground, rubbing all that spunk onto their bodies, lost in their own orgasms as their own seed coated Taylor, who licked it off his body where he could reach while his orgasm continued.
And there the four explorers remained for an unknown amount of time. Orgasm after orgasm, they sought more and more, but never achieved true relief. For the longest time they pleasured themselves and each other, until finally their own scenes were added to the wall surrounding them.