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David noticed him from outside the coffee shop as he walked by. It was hard not to. A guy as big as Mark tended to earn double takes. David should've known, his enormous stature often drawing the attention of everyone around him. Mark was especially large, though. Damn near as round as he was tall, he had a size that drew double takes as well as triple takes. He sat at one of the tables in the center of the shop in a specially made chair he had to take with him everywhere he went. He was on his phone with his headphones in, his enormous orangutan flaps making the glasses that were perched on his nose look tiny. That about summed up everything within close proximity to Mark, at least everything that wasn't tailor-made for him.

It was his size that caught David's attention, but the familiar face that kept it. David came to a screeching halt, his shoe hitting the sidewalk with an audible skrrt. His own pair of glasses warped the image of his eyes going wide. His lanky, Wadlowian frame performed a fluid 180 towards the shop entrance. He ducked his head just low enough so that his neatly combed hair scraped through the top of the doorway. In just a couple strides he was in front of Mark's table, blazing past everything else with those wiry legs and a set of cock and balls fit to knock everything over.

Mark was so wrapped up in his phone that he didn't notice the 7-foot orangutan busting his nuts to hustle over to him. It wasn't until he noticed a crotch bulge nearly as big as the table he sat in looming on the other side of it that he realized he had company. At first, he didn't see the man attached to it. Looking up from his phone brought him no higher than that leviathan crotch mound which hung from his old friend's lap like he was smuggling an anaconda and two basketballs. Mark's first thought was Holy shit. There's someone as big as me? Only then did he bother to look the rest of the way up and see the face of his intruder. It took him a second. The face of his former best friend was one imprinted on his memory more clearly than most his family, but it wasn't something he associated with such a tall and lean stack of man.

It wasn't until David split a wide grin which illuminated his orange fur-wreathed face in a way Mark remembered dearly. “Mark?"

Now Mark's face lit up with surprise, his features widening the same way David's had. “David?"

David didn't say anything. He stormed around the table, joyous laughter huffing out of him as he came at Mark with arms open wide. Mark sought to do the same, his gargantuan frame launching out of the chair like from a trebuchet. His gut shoved the table a few inches across the floor with a loud screech that startled the whole café. Those not already watching after David came storming in were now. The two men collided chest-to-chest, arms squeezing around their upper backs. Muffled laughter and heavy pats on their shoulders were heard from their embrace.

“Holy shit, dude," whispered David. “It's so good to see you."

“You too, man," said Mark. “You fuckin' too." The two friends broke the hug, their hands still on each other's shoulders. Everyone in the café was smiling at the reunion; a few cried. “Look at you!" hooted Mark. “I didn't even fucking recognize you at first. You look great!"

David cocked an eyebrow. “What, I didn't look great before?"

Mark rolled his eyes. There's that dry wit of his. It's David, alright. “Oh, shut the fuck up. You know what I meant." He realized there were tears in his eyes. He very quickly blinked them away.

David chuckled. “I did. Hey, you look great too. God, I saw you out the window and couldn't fucking believe it." Looking down to gesture towards Mark's body brought David's gaze to Mark's crotch where his own titanic set of cock and balls had inflated the cup of his jeans like a beach ball. Fuck. It's even bigger than when I last saw it. David snapped his head back up so as not to look at it. Not like it's anything I haven't seen before.

His compliment got a scoff from Mark. “Shit. If being this wide means great, sure."

“I'm serious." David slapped the back of his hand on Mark's chest. It was like hitting an anvil. Arms like oaks fell from his shoulders, those leathery fingers capable of breaking bones with just a tight grip. “You're diesel as fuck, brother! Still workin' out, I see."

Mark smiled bashfully. “Yeah, around as much as I used to." He realized they were both standing and gestured to the table. “Come on! Sit down. Let's talk." As Mark retreated into his chair, he watched David sit across from him. Naturally, he saw what had become of David's sex organ. Way bigger than what it used to be. Holy shit. He cringed as David sat down in the undersized chair with his knees in the air and that Mesozoic member devouring the space between them. It felt awkward with his own chair to sit in, that which he was forced to take with him every place he went. “So, what have you been up to? How are things? Can I get you anything?"

David remembered he was in a café. “Oh, uh, nah, no thank you. If I want something, I'll get it. But yeah, I've been doing great, man! I'm teaching physics now."

“Oh, that's awesome! What grade?"

“Well, it's at the University, actually."

Mark's eyes lit up. “You're a professor?" David nodded. “Dude, that's incredible! You're so young!"

“I mean, I'm as old as you are."

“Yeah, and I'd never dream of teaching college kids at this age. No sir. How is it?"

“Oh, it's amazing. You know here I get to teach kids who actually want to learn this kind of stuff, not kids who are forced to. Classes are small so I really get involved with the kids. It's crazy to think that I- we were that age not that long ago."

“We graduated 11 years ago. That's not long ago to you?"

David's heart skipped a beat. He rubbed his hand over his face and across his hair. “Holy crap. 11 years? God, I didn't think about it."

“Yeah, it's been a minute. So where do you live? You with anybody?" Mark cringed a little. Is that an appropriate question to ask? It won't make me look like I'm trying to get with him, will it? Mark wasn't sure if he really was or not. Not yet, at least.

David thought nothing of it, though his response generated some concern of his own. “I got a place in Meadowbrook. I live by myself." Though I've had plenty of company over the years. I wonder if you'll add to that. David's hand gripped the edge of the table. With his nerves in a happy fizz, he needed something to stim with. A cup of coffee would've done wonders, but he didn't want to be rude and leave the table. “Enough about me. Tell me how you've been. What do you do?"

Mark smiled, much less modestly this time. “I'm a programmer at AKTIC."

Now David's eyes lit up. “The AI program?"

“Yeah! You heard about it?"

David chuckled. “Yeah. Matter of fact, our English and History teachers are complaining about students who use it to write essays for them. We've got a policy to expel students who get caught using it, that and other programs." He put his hand on his forehead. “You're not telling me you made that shit, right?"

Mark cringed playfully. “Maybe. Just a little."

David's head slumped backwards as he laughed out loud. “Oh, that's freakin' hilarious. What are the odds?"

“Sorry. Didn't mean to screw with the education system like that."

“Oh, hell, I don't care. I'm a physics teacher. Every test I give is multiple choice. Ain't a thing AI can do to help you with that, at least not if a teacher can see the screen. But that's crazy man. I knew you'd be into some computer stuff like that."

“All them hours behind the screen paid off."

David recalled the nights in their dorm room when he'd be in bed, nestled in the covers, trying to ignore the bluish glow of Mark's laptop as he lay in bed, tapping away code. It wasn't rare for David to wake up the next morning and find Mark still awake, an inevitable crash waiting for him around noon. “Sounds like they did. Where do you live? Around here?'

“Downtown, yeah. In a highrise."

“Oh, nice. By yourself?" It was David's turn to ask. He, too, cringed when he asked it, even though Mark had asked first. He was delighted to see Mark nod albeit sadly.

“Yeah. It's nice though. I'd love to have you over sometime. Maybe have a drink. Reminisce." Mark had finished asking before he realized what it was he was asking.

Butterflies in David's gut. “Yeah. That sounds great. Maybe I can have you over at my place too, sometime in the future." If there were any doubts behind their mutual intentions, it had been quashed by this point.

Mark grinned. “Yeah. I would like that too."

“You wanna hang sometime? I was heading home to do some work, but I'm fine on Fridays and weekends. What works for you?"

“This Saturday would be perfect. What time?"

“Any is fine. Hold on." David began to reach into his pocket for his phone. “Give me your number and we can text each other." But he was stopped by Mark raising his hand.

“No need. I've got my contacts saved from all those years ago." He pulled out his own phone and checked his contacts. “You still 555-8980?"

It sent happy chills through David to hear Mark recite his number. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am."

“Awesome. I'll shoot you a text right now so you can add me." Mark typed up a quick message: Hey!

David's phone buzzed in his hand. “Got it. I'll add you."

“Cool, man. Are you gonna get something here? You said you were on your way home."

“Ah, you're right. I got some work to do at home."

“No problem. You go do that. I'll see you later, David. It was awesome seeing you."

“You too man." The two friends stood up and hugged one more time before David left the café, grinning from ear to ear. Mark watched him as he went, his eyes glued to the rocky grind of David's glutes and the hellacious back sack which hung just below. He chuckled to himself and took another sip of coffee, planning to take advantage of such a miraculous second chance.

* * *

David got a text that Friday night telling David that anytime tomorrow would've been fine. David asked about noon to which Mark said 'cool' and promised to have some lunch for him. Neither man did a good job getting any sleep, their stomachs set to churn by anxiety. Mark hadn't been on a date in years. Whether he could actually categorize their little get-together as a date was questionable. Whatever it was, Mark wasn't going to let David slip through his fingers again, a mistake he'd made in college. David had been more successful in the realm of romance over the last 11 years, but those had all been casual flings with guys whose names he couldn't be asked to recall. This was a dear friend, someone who he'd crushed on ever since they knew each other. His suaveness towards sexual partners wouldn't be present around someone he harbored such intense feelings for.

Their nerves weren't much better that morning. Mark spent it making sure his apartment was immaculate. Guests were rare for him, so it had maintained a sort of slovenliness he didn't want David to wander into. David, meanwhile, prepped himself just as meticulously. He spent a protracted amount of time in front of the mirror grooming his hair into perfection. Even more time was spent sitting on the edge of his bed, bottomless, applying a special musk to the underside of his giant ballsack. He'd soak a tissue with the aromatic fluid then dab and rub it across every curve of his volleyball-sized nads. He knew not to add too much, but if Mark was going to get up and personal down there like David hoped, then it was going to smell as nice as possible. If everything goes as planned, then this won't all be for nothing. The clock ticked towards noon, and finally David left his house. Showtime.

He parked on the deck next to Mark's apartment building. He wasn't lying when he called it a high-rise, it being the tallest residential building in the city. The cars David parked besides looked very expensive. Apartment? It's more like a condo. He wandered into the front lobby where he hit the call button for Mark's room. A few seconds later, he heard Mark's voice. “Come on up." A nearby elevator sprung open with a ding, and David wandered inside. It lifted him to Mark's floor. David found Mark's door and knocked. Mark opened it, his titanic frame filling the doorway from corner to corner. Both men had to stoop a little just to look at each other, a habit they'd both formed after years of going through doorways.

“Hey! Come on in!" said Mark. He was dressed in a striped, black polo and torn, baggy jeans.

David wandered inside dressed more nicely in an untucked white button shirt. With it was a navy-blue blazer and matching pants. “Thanks!" Walking inside his gaze was immediately drawn out into the apartment. Modern in design, its outer walls were almost totally glass, offering a glowing view of the yonder street and buildings. It was carpeted except for a granite-style kitchen. Hung on the wall was a massive television, bigger than anything David had seen in anyone's home. He had trouble believing it was all Mark's up until he spotted the shelf loaded with anime figurines. “God damn, dude. This place is amazing."

Mark closed the door behind him. “Thanks. Moved in here about… I think it'll be four years soon."

“I don't want to ask how much it costs a month. You called it an apartment, but this has got to be a condo."

Mark walked up to him and scratched the side of his head. “Yeah, it is. I just hate calling it that. Makes it sound more special than it is, at least to me."

“What it is is freaking awesome. You should be proud of yourself. I know I am."

“Aw, thanks man." He pointed towards the kitchen. “You hungry? I got stuff for lunch. Or we can go somewhere."

“Well, I'm here now. Let's eat here, if that's alright."

“It sure is." The pair wandered into the kitchen where David sat at the bar. He noticed how everything was properly sized for him. He was used to visiting other people's places and having to sit awkwardly everywhere. Conversely, when people visited his place, they looked hilariously small sitting in his chairs. Mark's place didn't have that problem, Mark's incredible size on par with David's, at least vertically.

Mark opened the fridge to reveal stacks of vegetables and fruits. “See anything you like? I got a whole lot of stuff." David asked him if he had anything to make a sandwich with. Mark did, and he pulled out the ingredients to put it together. It made David a little uncomfortable to be served by his old friend, but he wasn't about to turn down a kind gesture. “You know, the first thing I noticed when you walked up to me in the coffee shop was how big you've gotten. You hit a spurt after you graduated?"

'How big you've gotten' could've applied to something else besides height. David had a feeling that's what Mark was referring to. “Oh yeah. Wasn't a whole year after we graduated when it hit me. I didn't get my flaps like you did, but I did get everything else."

“Heh. You didn't get my girth either."

“Yeah, well, you were already a big guy." He wasn't referring to his girth, at least not body-wise.

Mark just grinned. “Yeah, I'm even bigger now." He completed David's sandwich and served it to him before starting to fix something of his own to eat. “So, how'd you get to be a professor? Did you teach anywhere else before that like high school? I'm asking because going straight to teaching college seems like a pretty big leap, not that I don't think you're capable."

“It's alright," said David after swallowing some of his sandwich. “But yeah, I went right to teaching at the university. I saved up on that BestBuy job for two more years before I applied and got it. I guess my grades were good enough."

“Oh, that doesn't surprise me in the least. I knew your grades were good enough. You were always the whizz kid. I always thought you would've ended up doing something in NASA or some shit."

“Right back at you. I actually know guys who work in astronomy and rocket craft. They need guys like you who can program. What exactly they program, I have no fucking clue, but I doubt it's anything you couldn't figure out, not after all those hours you spent up at night behind the computer."

Mark had fixed himself a salad bowl that he was mixing up with fork. He rolled his eyes with a groan. “Ugh, don't remind me. Every afternoon I'd spend fighting for my life just to stay the hell awake was a miserable one."

“We were in college. Nobody had a good sleep schedule."

“Some worse than others."

David laughed. “Yeah." He took a bite of his sandwich. “You're not still spending all-nighters like that still, are you?"

“Not like I used to, no. We've got a pretty laissez-faire policy at AKTIC. It's not often I'm required to be at the office, so long as I get shit done at home when people need me too. Ever since COVID businesses everywhere are better at letting people work from home when they can. We were no different. Honestly, I think we're better off because of it."

David recalled the chaos of school in quarantine, having to get used to Zoom calls and interacting with students remotely. Businesses might've been better off with their employees working strictly from home. The same could not be said of the teachers. “Yeah, I bet. You know, it might sound weird, but those nights where you stayed up programming usually helped me go to sleep."

“Oh yeah?"

“Yeah, like, you know how some people turn their TV on with a low volume just so they can have some droning noise in the background? Or like a fan?"

“Yeah."

“Well, your typing was a lot like that. It didn't bother me or keep me awake. Sometimes I'd listen to it and the rhythm. I remember you had a rhythm, like certain words or phrases had specific keystrokes that you'd use."

“Yeah, there are definitely lines of code that needed repeating."

“I could tell. I don't know. Maybe it was a lot like rain on a window. Nights where you weren't in the room were harder to sleep than ones where you stayed up."

Mark smirked. “So basically, I was sacrificing my sleep for yours."

David laughed. “Yeah, I guess you were."

Mark sat over his bowl on the other side of the bar. He spent more time mixing it up with his fork than eating it, his mind running through every word he wanted to say before he said it. “It's a weight off my shoulders, you know. I was always worried about keeping you up at night. I swear every time I hit a key, I was worried about waking you up. Half the time I was looking at the screen. The other half was looking over at your bed and making sure you were asleep."

“That's… That's kinda sweet. Were you really that worried?"

“I mean… Yeah, I was." Mark realized his cheeks were hot. Why? Is this really all it takes to get me flustered? “But yeah, I was just worried about keeping you up."

“You didn't. Like I said, I liked it better when you were around. You got your flaps early, so I was kind of proud to be your friend, even though…" David paused. He awkwardly scratched his head even though it didn't itch. “I mean, not saying you were my friend just because you were developed."

“I didn't think you were. I'm glad we were friends too. It helped to have a fellow orangutan that was my age. Ain't too many of us on campus."

“Ain't too many gay ones either."

Mark laughed. “Oh, totally."

“Honestly, I thought you'd be the one getting all the tail, as huge as your cock was." David remembered his reaction to seeing that obtuse crotch bulge in Mark's pants, how he'd stared at it like a straight man seeing a nice pair of tits. Both men were blushing.

Mark almost spit up his food laughing. He swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, well you would've been preaching to the choir if you told 20 year-old me that. I thought the guys would be flocking to me once I grew all that out. I guess I never really tried."

No, you didn't. “You were always so horny," David said. “You were churning up so much pre. I could smell it on your clothes. You tried hiding your boners, but we both knew that was impossible. It was like you were smuggling a fire extinguisher and a pair of volleyballs.

Mark would've thought that was inappropriate lunch talk, but a budding arousal told him that it wasn't. His struggles to contain such leakage had carried with him into the present. Just the faintest need to fuck would turn his balls into a factory, the product seeping its way out of his cocktip and ruining his boxers. Erections all but made it mandatory that he should cum, an event as destructive as one would imagine. “Yeah, I remember that. The curse of having a big dick." Mark forked some leaves into his mouth. He took his time chewing, then swallowed. “Looks like you know something about it too."

David's smile widened. I was wondering when he'd mention it. “Yeah, like I said. The growth spurt hit me less than two years out of college. Went through all the stuff you did. Just bummed I didn't get the flaps. Maybe because I'm a bottom."

The condo echoed with the bark of Mark's guffaw. Again, he almost spat out his food, holding it back this time with his wrist. He swallowed and said “Mm, I thought you were. A petite thing like you had no hopes of topping."

“As if I was ever the type of guy to try."

“Nah, I didn't think you were."

“You know, I was always secretly hoping you'd make a move on me." This is it, David thought with an escalating pulse. I'm making my move.

Mark felt his own small surge of excitement. This is it. He's making his move. Time to make mine. “Yeah, I should've, and I kinda regret not doing it."

“Well," said David. “It's not too late."

Mark's heart fluttered. He realized his fork was still in his hand, inside the bowl which was still mostly full of salad. He put the fork down and looked up at David. “You know, I don't think I'm hungry anymore. I think there's something else I wanna do."

David's meal was only partly finished as well. “Oh yeah? And what might that be?"

“Follow me to the couch and I'll tell you." Mark hoisted his gigantic frame out of the chair and floated out of the kitchen. Coming out from the other side of the bar David saw his cock bulge. It had grown harder since David had last seen it just a few moments ago. It was slung down Mark's right thigh, the angry swell of veins on his shaft marking themselves on the denim. The cock head sat just above his knee like a small boulder. There was a tear in the jeans just below. Behind the screen of white threads was the glisten of precum churning out of Mark's cock. David watched it grind and jostle with each of Mark's steps. His own penis started to bud into an erection, kickstarting the powerplant of cum.

David slid off his stool and sauntered over to the couch where Mark had sat down. He settled on the cushion next to him. Both of their legs were spread wide, making room for their titanic genitals. Mark's beefy arms were stretched along the backrest while David sat turned towards him slightly. “So, what did you want to tell me?" David asked whimsically.

“Oh, just how I thought about you when we were roommates," Mark said. The arm closer to David slid down the backrest onto David's shoulder. It made a gradual descent down his jacket, fingering the lapels before settling on his lap, adjacent his balls. “How cute I thought you were, how I had a crush on you, how badly I wanted to fuck you."

“Aww, how sweet of you." He was more direct, landing his hand on Mark's shaft as it continued to harden in his britches. It was hot to the touch even through the denim which clung to it so tightly. He could feel the pulse hammering away inside. Shivering excitement rippled up his forearm, adding fuel to his own growing boner. “I always felt the same. I thought you were so cool, so kind, so hung. The nights you spent programming would've been spent a lot better fucking my brains out, I think."

Mark bit his lip. An involuntary clench of his floor muscle made his dick flex inside his pant leg and drew a fat tear of precum. “Yeah, I think you're right." His hand ventured deeper into David's lap and took nest on the root of his dick. “I caught you looking at my cock plenty of times. I always wondered what you thought of it."

“It wasn't obvious?"

“Not to me. It is now. I bet you were wondering how much I could cum, how big it got when it was hard."

“Ooh, a lot, and fucking huge. I knew that much, just not the full extant until I saw it for myself."

Mark's fingers snuck into the crevice between David's left nut and his thigh. He massaged that titanic orb slowly, savoring its rubbery consistency and bodily heat. “Yeah? I bet you cum buckets with this thing."

David felt his face get hot. “After a whole day of gushing precum because I had a chub on I can punch a hole through the ceiling."

A soft chuckle from Mark. “I'd like to see that."

“I know you would," David purred, before leaning into Mark for a kiss. Mark met him right in the middle, their mouths colliding while their eyes fell shut. David felt small with his head in the shadow of Mark's head flaps, a sensation he never thought he'd experience again ever since his growth spurt. Mark's lips were as fat as they were soft, locking onto David and smacking ever so tenderly. The size difference kept Mark careful. The few guys he'd been with were always puny compared to him, thus he'd learned to become a gentle giant in how he treated his lovers. David was a big boy. He could handle much more than just some sweet smooches, but for now the two friends savored the moment, one they'd dreamed of for more than a decade.

A few minutes were spent making out and fondling each other. They groped each other's cocks with just their hand. Gradually they both got harder until their slacks were at their limit, ready to shred to pieces around the solid monuments that had grown inside them. They broke the kiss eventually, hot air wafting between their effeminate sighs. Mark's heart was pounding. He had half the mind to dig his fingers into the rip in his jeans just to free his erection. The thought was interrupted by a giggle from David. Mark opened his eyes and asked, “What?"

“I can taste your salad through all of that. You used balsamic vinegar, didn't you?"

Mark scoffed. “Pfff. Yeah, I did. Forget what I ate. I'm fucking hard like steel right now and I think they're something we oughtta do about it." He gave David's cock a hard squeeze. “Yours too."

“Mmm, you're right." David shifted away from him so that his back was to the backrest of the couch. His boner jutted down his right leg, every vein and facet on display within the suffocating grip of his pants. He freed it by undoing his fly and pushing his pants and underwear down his lap. Out sprung his frizzy orange pubes, then the dark-skinned root of his cock, and then everything that sprung from it. The moment the beltline was past his cock head all of that dick came swinging up into the air like a catapult. A colossal, dark olive obelisk of throbbing man flesh, woven from root to head with veins as thick as David's fingers. The balls sat on the couch cushion like a pair of melons, heavy and turgid, their product slowly bleeding from the cock tip and oozing down the glans. Springing out with it was that haughty musk, both what David had applied that morning and what he produced naturally.

David gave himself some long, hearty strokes with one hand, his erection swaying fore and aft gently. “How's that, big guy? Let's see what you got." It was a challenge he knew he'd lose. He would accept defeat graciously.

“Heh, well, let's see." Mark undid his fly and made quick work of his jeans. His crotch bush was darker and more unruly, as was the pillar which grew from within it. David thought he'd laid eyes on a third leg as the plummet of Mark's pants revealed a night black column of musk-heavy dick meat ready to breed. More of it came to light until the head was free. It did not spring to life like David's had. In fact, it wasn't all the way hard. Mark breathed life into it with some two-handed strokes, his thumbs and just barely able to touch each other around that obese behemoth. At the base was his purse. It sagged around two orbs like basketballs with skin as black as what covered his cock. He was fully erect a few moments later, both men looking up at that Olympic breeding tool. Mark made it bounce with a clench of his floor muscle. Out globbed some thick, glassy precum, the smell of which overpowered everything else David produced.

Mark looked over at David with a cocky smile. “Everything you were hoping it would be?"

David's eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree and he was smiling like an idiot. Even with his own titanic size, he was more than dwarfed by Mark's. The deficit in size was matched by the difference in color, Mark's package being tinted by a dense melanin which kept the skin an onyx black. David kept a softer, but still dark, olive brown. “Fuck yeah, it is. Holy shit."

“Yeah, I'm used to that reaction."

“So am I, but this is ridiculous."

“Why don't you show me just how ridiculous it is by touching it? Touch it enough and I'll give you a show."

“I think I will. Do me a favor and help me out too."

“Gladly~" Mark reached out for David's cock and grasped it by the root. Then the two friends started stroking each other in tandem with joyous sighs rolling out of them both.

David let out a groan. Mark's fist was journeying the full length of his penis, offering a friendly squeeze every time it reached the notch in his glans where that special clot of nerves lay. “Nnnnn… God, you have no idea how badly I needed this. How long… Fuck."

“Mmm, me too. You sound pretty desperate. You should hear yourself." But Mark couldn't deny his own pleasure. The dainty but solid grip David had on him was enough to have him slouched back deeper into the couch. David kept his grip on the head where Mark was the most sensitive. There had grown a film of precum around there. It glued to David's hand and ran tear streaks down the shaft, adding lubrication.

“Mmmm~ You should hear me when I'm getting fucked. Uhhh…"

“Mmf. I bet you squeal like a girl."

“Maybe. That's for you to find out."

“I will, and if you don't it just means I'm gonna try harder."

David laughed weakly. “Ahhh, I bet you will." His head swooned to the side as his eyes lost focus behind listless lids. “God, that's so good. You're hand's so big. Ahhh…"

“And yours is so soft," Mark said with a wheeze and a wince. “God, do you have to jerk it right there? You're lighting a fire."

“No point in going the whole way when it's gonna take so long. Why? Are you gonna cum?"

“If you keep touching me like that, then yes, I will." His fist clenched tighter on David while making a sloooooow upwards stroke. “Will you?"

David squirmed where he sat and let out a gay little whimper. “Mmmmmph… What do you think?"

“I think it's gonna be adorable seeing you cum," Mark said in a low tone. “I think I'm gonna make you do it as many times as I can."

David slumped back into the couch. “Huhhh… I think that… Mmf… Oh God… Huhhh… I think that sounds good. Mmmmm…"

Mark smirked. “Yeah, I know you do."

It felt as good as it sounded. Mark's snide dominance over the situation started to break with his growing pleasure. His jaw fell open with a gasp. Looking at David's hand clasped around the neck of his glans and knowing it was the man he'd crushed on for so long struck him with a flood of emotions ready to swell and burst. “Fuck… I'm gonna cum. Ahhh, that feels so good. You've got me close. Huhhh…"

David wished he could tease Mark for it, but his own climax was on the horizon, drawing out some moans of his own. “Huhhh! So am I. Fuck… Huhhh. Keep going. Don't stop. Oh God. Oh God! Ohhh!"

Mark managed a small smile. “I didn't plan on it." He focused on jerking David's penis to fruition, confident that his own climax was guaranteed. David's strokes remained firm and steady to the end when Mark's face started to wince. “Hah! Cumming! Huhhh! Fuck!" The first rope shot out of him with an audible thhp! It spewed high into the air, reaching an apex mere inches below the ceiling where it hovered as a collection of fat pearls. They fell to the hardwood with a devastating splat, each fragment of cum blowing out like a dropped water balloon. More of that musty nectar followed, each shot powered by Mark's angrily pulsing cock muscle. Thhp! SPLAT! Thhp, SPLAT! Thhp, SPLAT! The ropes grew more chaotic until they were but a slow ooze down the underside of Mark's pillar, across David's fingers. “Hyuhhhhhhhhhh~"

David didn't have time to celebrate. In the throes of his euphoria Mark's grip went into a choke. “Hah! Hah! Ahhhhhh~!" He erupted with equal fervor, those colossal jizz ropes slinging with angelic arcs before painting the floor with a Pollockian display of ghostly molasses. Only when the two men had finished cumming did they finally let go of each other and go limp.

Mark floated in a pool of dopamine, his every inhale drawing in that haughty cum smell. The mess on the floor was something he'd have to clean up later. It was by far the most he'd ever seen produced in one place thanks to David's company. There was about to be a whole lot more. “Goddamn, that felt good. Whooo… You know what you were doing with that hand."

“Mmmm, right back at you," said David. His cock remained hard, there having grown another set of veins that winded and bent around his shaft. “I'm so fucking horny right now. That just got me going even more." He looked over at Mark through sleepy eyes. “You gotta fuck me."

“That's the plan, but let's do it on my bed, alright? I think a mess in there will be easier to deal with than on the floor in here."

“Sure, that sounds great." The two of them stood up, their giant dicks leading the way as they wandered to Mark's bedroom. David was close behind him, admiring the grind and wobble of Mark's chunky haunches. Beneath a soft layer of dark orange were a hundred dimples that textured a layer of doughy flab and a steely bedrock of muscle. It radiated strength and power, that which David couldn't wait to feel thrusting into him.

Mark opened the door to his bedroom. It was large like the rest of his condo, featuring a massive bed fit for a man of his size. He peeled out of his shirt and socks and carried his nude self over to the bed. The bedframe creaked loudly as he climbed on. At the center was where sat on his knees and faced David, that Jovian paunch and Herculean pecker both jutting proudly. “Come join me?" he asked while rubbing his huge muscle gut.

“Don't mind if I do~" purred David, quickly shedding the rest of his outfit while he came gliding over with a pep in his step. His lithe, naked frame climbed the mattress and met Mark at its center. There the two men made to embrace but were held back by their raging boners. “Here. Allow me," said David as he held the underside of Mark's dick and lifted it so that it was flat against his belly. The head towered well above his chest, coming between his giant pecs and just below his chin. The single tear of cum trapped in the slit wetted some of his bead hairs. David did the same to his own cock and closed the gap between them. Their cocks touched first, those turgid poles flattening against one another and eliciting throbs. Such a fusion of heat was almost too much to bear, causing both men to blush. The finer hairs of their scrotums tickled one another.

A throaty purr rolled out of Mark. He wrapped his cannon arms around David and started humping him. The two men kissed while their cocks rubbed and jostled around each other, thickish slugs of precum smearing around their chests. David twisted his hips gently though he mostly submitted to the heavy grind of Mark's humps. Mark outweighed him by a few magnitudes; David had no hope of taking control over such a stud, not that he'd want to. He laid his hands on Mark's chest, marveling at the depth and rigidity of his pecs. They were like chiseled boulders, barely giving way when David would scratch and poke at them. The theme was carried in Mark's arms, each one as thick as an oak, capable of tearing David in half if he so desired. Instead, he cradled his lover with care and respect, his giant mitts slowly rubbing around David's back.

That was until Mark ventured down to David's ass and helped himself to a nice honk. David hooted through his nose and giggled. He jutted his butt further into Mark's grasp, inviting more of his inspection which Mark was happy to supply. Meanwhile his humps had turned more aggressive, each one all but flattening David's dick against his torso. A veritable flood of precum had built between them, plastering itself on their tummies and seeping around their balls.

It was too much for Mark to handle. He pried his mouth away with a loud mwop! His mouth was held open, tongue lolling, a single tendril of spit hanging from his shining lip. “Ahhh, I really wanna fuck you."

David was still swimming in the delight of such heavy frottage. His mouth was open too, breathing in the hot, humid air of Mark's breath. “Mmmm, you're telling me."

“I kinda wanna fuck that cute face of yours, if it's all the same."

“Oh? I'd like to see that, mister," David said with a cheekily raised eyebrow.

“Good. Me too, now be a good girl and lie on your back for me."

“Mmmm, yes sir~" David did as he was told and flopped backwards, his erection bouncing off his torso and flinging out a glob of cum. Mark walked around him on his knees, that huge scepter waving over the supine bottom like a tree threatening to timber over onto him. Mark stopped over his head and scooted backwards a few feet so that his fat, black cock head loomed directly over David's face. David went cross-eyed looking up at it, every tiny wrinkle of the glans standing out in, that aura of cum drilling him in the nose.

“Open wide," said Mark, his hand already holding his dick by the hilt. David's mouth fell open as wide as he could make it. Mark delivered by aiming the tip straight at David's gullet and introducing the head to his mouth.

“Ulf!" His mouth struggled to meet such a terrific girth. His lips and cheeks swelled like a balloon and his eyes rolled back into his head. Mark crammed his way deeper until he was at the gullet. He stayed there for a few moments to allow David some adjustment. It was a struggle for sure, but David could find some comfort in the musky and metallic taste of Mark's cum settling on his tongue and throat like a blanket.

“Alright," huffed Mark. “Here we go." His hips arced downwards at a slow crawl. He heard and felt David's throat being clogged by his dick. Hot, quivering throat meat coddled him with a vice-like grip for every inch that he slid inside. Mark shut his eyes and let out a long sigh. “Ohhhhh, that's so good. Fuck."

David seemed to agree. So big. So fucking big. His attempts at vocalizing that fact came out as nothing but chokes and gags. “Ulk. Uck. Ulp. Uck." The stretch of his throat was oppressive. One hand went to his neck to feel that bulge creep its way to and past his collar. He had an upside-down view of the mattress plus those leviathan crotch orbs making their way slowly towards his face. Soon it had absorbed everything, and he enjoyed a warm, fat pillow that smothered the top half of his face and reeked of musk.

A joyous sigh came out of Mark. He sat there with his knees apart, his cock buried to the hilt in David's face. The grip was authoritarian, milking him for every inch of his rod. He felt David gripping at his sides and squirming his legs. There was a fat bulge going all the way down into David's stomach which Mark obliged to pat. “Ahhhh, that's it. That feels fucking good." His ass arced upwards to withdraw from David's gullet, but only to the glans. It returned with a haughty thrust, reintroducing his balls to David's face. Echoing out from beneath his crotch were those wet, hollow choking sounds as well as the squelch of flesh being compacted.

Mark, keeping a steady pace, wasn't about to leave David's cock unattended. He grabbed it and aimed it straight up at the ceiling. After giving it a few friendly tugs Mark opened his mouth and swallowed the crown. David jerked and jittered beneath him. He managed to eek out a muffled moan. It was heaven both to have his dick sucked and a fatter one crammed into his mouth. Better than just the powerful humping into his throat was Mark's massive weight, all of it settled on him without mercy, forbidding David to go anywhere. He wouldn't have it any other way, not when he could enjoy the comfort of Mark's obese ball sack squish against his face.

Mark was bobbing his head on the upper portion of David's cock. Spittle drooled down the shaft in long, tickling tears. He popped off with a mwah and jerked it some. “Enjoying yourself down there?" he asked. Looking down past his belly he saw his long, black obelisk slide backwards out of David's mouth, also covered in spit.

“Ulk. Ech. Uck," was David's response.

Mark cackled. “Glad you're having fun." He turned his attention back to David's cock and wrapped his lips around it to resume a heated fellatio. It was David's turn to cum first this time, his pleasure ready explode around the combined pressure of having his face fucked and his cock blown. His long, lanky body started to squirm and struggle as he edged towards cumming. The lack of oxygen courtesy of his throat being plugged meant it hit an apex sharper than usual. He managed a shrill squeak around Mark's cock when he finally came, the first rope smacking Mark in the roof of his mouth.

It made Mark wince, but didn't throw him off his yoke. He absorbed the first two spurts with some hearty swallows before pulling off and putting his hand to work. A slug of cum drooled down his lip as he urged the rest of David's orgasm out with some quick jerks just below the cock helmet. Sptt. Sptt. Sptt. Creamy white shot into the air and fell about the two lovers. David's abs caught a few, as did his pelvis and the surrounding bedsheets which had been thrown into disorder by the chaotic jerks and writhes David performed amidst his ecstasy.

“Mmmm, that's it. That's a good boy," grunted Mark. “Hahhhh… I'm not far behind you. Huhhhh…" With David's cum out of the way, he could focus on getting his own the rest of the way out. He let go of David's cock and balanced himself with his hands on both sides of David's thighs. He threw his ass back, swinging those pendulous nads out and then slamming them into David's face when he crunched away a dramatic hump.

Whumpf! Whumpf! Whumpf!

Mark's jaw was hung open. “Ah, shit. Yeah, that's good. Mmmm… Gonna cum. Hahhh! I'm cumming!" Just a few more climactic heaves and Mark was over the edge. His glutes clenched together with a force fit to warp steel. They smushed his balls against David's face, smothering the poor lad while unloading on him full force. “Hrrrnnnnggghhhh~!!!" Squirsh. Squirsh. Squirsh. Hot love blew into David's gut pump by pump. Such volume was more than he'd ever received, and with his orgasm still ringing through his loins it felt like he'd been thrown into a perpetual climax.

The last few droplets gobbed out of Mark, and he made a slow retreat out of David's mouth. The helmet popped out of hid lips with a sound like a cork being removed. Filling the vacuum was a deep, whooping gasp which inflated David's chest. “Guuuuhhhhhhhh!" David coughed and sputtered violently. Droves of spittle and nut had clogged up the back of his throat. More of it was strung off Mark's cocktip and drooping onto David's face.

Mark patted his cum-churning belly. “You alright, buddy?"

It took David a few more coughs to nod his head and let out a strangled “Yeah." Tears were in his eyes and his esophagus stung, but above it all was a satisfaction which kept his head light and his thighs twitchy. “God. Koff-koff. Holy sh-hit! Koff! Koff! Huhhh! That was awesome. Fuck. Koff. Koff."

When Mark chuckled, the whole bed shook. “Yeah, I thought so too. You make a pretty good cock sleeve on that end, you know."

David had gotten a hold of himself. He wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist and grinned. “Well, you oughtta try my other end. I think you'll like it even better."

Mark stroked his penis with anticipation. “Show it to me then, slut."

David bit his lip eagerly before promptly rolling over onto his stomach, rotating himself so that his legs were towards Mark, and jutting his bum into the air. “How's this? Like the view?"

“Oh yeah~" cooed Mark. He pried David's haunches apart, enjoying the soft orange fur and the rigid glutes which defined their shape. At the base of that canyon was David's tail star, currently splayed out by Mark's thumbs. That tremendous backsack hung below, gently resting on the mattress. “Yeah, I like that a lot." Mark stuck his middle finger into his mouth and pulled it out. Thhp! He then directed it to David's pucker and slid it inside, that fat, leathery digit digging its way to the knuckle.

It shot a bolt of lightning up David's spine. “Ooh! Hehehe. Mmmm…" He managed to relax while Mark dug more of his finger inside, exploring that tight, gummy tunnel. Sharp tickling sensations made him gasp. The pressure on his boy spot was light, but more than enough to generate a dull thrum of delight that had him biting his lip. “I hope that's not your cock~" he teased.

A scoff from Mark. “Oh, don't worry darling. You'll know full well when it's my cock. Don't be silly. Just feeling things out a bit."

“Mmmmm… And how do things feel?"

Mark swam his finger into a slow orbit, sensing the spongey resistance David's prostate offered. With every upwards swing he would press into it and cause David to moan softly. He upped the ante by outright jabbing his finger into it via a hooking motion.

It got the desired reaction. “Nyuuhhhhh~" David's fingers clutched at the bedsheets. A fat tear of precum bled from his cock as it lay trapped between his chest and the mattress. More of that ornery bliss wriggled into him as Mark pushed and jabbed his finger right where David needed it, making the little slut squirm. “Ahhhh, fuck… You're killing me. Don't tell me you're gonna… Mmf… Do that all night."

“I will if I feel like it," Mark threatened playfully.

David laughed weakly. “As if. I know you're dying to fuck me."

“Not as badly as you, clearly."

David pouted. “Nnnnnn, shut up."

“Heh. You're cute when you beg." Mark retracted his finger then reeled his arm back to deliver a friendly swat across David's butt. David let out a small whimper as he felt the mattress shifting behind him. Mark was backing up to put enough distance between them for that hellacious cock to fit. David made ready for it by getting up on his fours and widening his stance. He dared to look over his shoulder and watch as Mark aimed that howitzer at his backdoor. “Goddamn, you're so fucking big. You look like you're a mile away."

“Yeah, I get that a lot, thanks. Allow me to get a little closer." Mark brought the head of his cock onto David's crack where the haunches sank in around it gently. He could put it where he needed to be, but at that distance it was hard to tell whether it was or not. “That good right there?"

“Mmf, hold on. Let me…" David reached behind himself to grab the topside of Mark's cock head. It was like maneuvering a massive crane load onto a truck. After some very minor adjustments he had it positioned squarely with his tailhole. Then he tried his best to relax. “Ok. Whooo… I think that's good."

“Alright. Tell me if it's too much."

David gave him a wry over the shoulder look. “Shut up and fuck me."

Mark just chortled. “You got it, slut." He pushed forward, further parting David's buttocks until his cocktip was at his crater, pressing on it. That pressure grew and grew. David had to tense his stance on the mattress just to keep himself from toppling forward. At last, his tailhole started to dilate, and Mark made his way inside.

“Hah. Hah. Ahhhhh…" It was a lot to take at once, by far the most David ever had in his life. The pressure grew into discomfort as his hole dilated into something like a port window, growing to the breadth of that monster inch by brutal inch. His teeth were sunken into his lip. His flat primate nostrils flared with each fleeting exhale. “Hnnnn… Nnnnnnn…"

Mark adored the sight of his huge cockhead disappearing. That vulnerable flesh portal dilated more easily than he expected. Listening to David's gasps and whimpers, however, told him that it was still a struggle. “You good?" Mark asked.

David squeeked out a “Yes! Keep going. Don't stop." His breath was mostly in his lungs. It came out with a loud sigh. “Ahhhh… Come on! Deeper. Fuck me."

Mark didn't say anything else and did as he was told. He pressed forth, watching as more of his ebony fuck stick made home in David's backside until finally… Pop! David met the diameter, swallowing the glans in one curt movement. An effeminate gasp was had followed by a hearty shudder and moan. Mark's jaw clenched. “Ffffffffuck, that's tight. Hahhh…" He saw the flesh of his pecker sunken in where David had him coddled. That alone was a beacon of delight for both men. Mark was already pressing David's prostate. David, in turn, was milking Mark with a Draconian grip that was hard to handle. Mark soldiered on, shoving his hips forward so that more of his shaft vanished inside of that taut, quivering hole.

David made it clear what he thought about it. “Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Oh fuck! Huhhhh!" Holding himself up on his fours proved difficult now that his limb muscles were starting to quake. They'd been beset by a white-hot delight originating from his crushed boy buzzer. Precum gushed from his cock tip, forming a short, milky pile in front of where his cock lay. It flowed out continuously, drawn to the surface by the mere presence of Mark's phallus. More would come in surges generated not by David's throbs, but by Mark's, that cock muscle of his battering the poor bottom with just his gentle flexes. “Hnnnnggghhhhh, yes… Oh my God…"

Mark was close enough to reach out and grab David by his hips. He held on tight so that he could pull him in at the same time he crawled forward on his knees. A terrific bulge was growing in David's abdomen, detailed by the notch in Mark's glans. It reached into his gut, then the underside of his ribcage where it was brought to a stop. By then half of Mark's penis had been absorbed, more than enough to have David squealing and squirming. Mark stayed in that position for the time being. He rubbed his hands all around David's back. Just the tiniest twitches and quivers brought pleasure. Mark was huffing through his mouth, muttering to himself.

“Hahhh… That's so good. Mmmm… Ass so tight. God, you're beautiful."

Amidst the moans there was some laughter. “Hahahahahhhhhh… Hahhh… Beautiful? Really? Huhhhh…"

Mark laughed a little too. “Well, at least from this angle you are." The two of them laughed together.

“Well… Hahhh… Why don't you… Mmm… Show me how beautiful I am by making me feel… Nnnn… Beautiful. Just… Oh fuck… God, just fuck me, please."

“Hehe, you got it, sweetheart." Mark withdrew his hips as far as they could go before he delivered the first thrust. It drilled into David at a sluggish pace but still landed with a sincere weight that rippled through his core.

“Huhhhh~" Finally David collapsed to the mattress with his face and chest flat. “Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Ohhhhhh…" He felt that massive presence in his guts retreat to his backdoor again before barreling right back in. It was ready to tear him in half. All that weight and power going behind Mark's thrust would've crushed a lesser man, but the only thing being crushed here was David's prostate, and that's exactly what David wanted. “Hnnnn… Hnnnn… Hnnn… Yes."

“Yeah, that's a good boy," grumbled Mark. “Take all that dick." He gave it to him in full. Long, lumbering strokes drove that piston home. He timed the backwards swings of his hips with shoves on David's hips. They fed into sharp heaves and curt tugs working together to plunge into the wailing David.

“Hyuuhhhhhh! Oh God! Huhhhhhh! YES!"

Mark let out some grunts and grumbles of his own. “Hrf. Yeah… That feels fucking good, doesn't it? Hahhhh… Oh fuck…"

“Yes! Yes! Ohhhhh, yes!"

“Hrrnngh… Yeah it does. Huhhhh… I'm gonna cum so hard. Hahhh… Inside… Gonna cum buckets." His crude declarations were stammered by the beat of his grunts.

David felt like he was already on the brink. His head twisted and swooned wildly, garish moans making his mouth gape while his face contorted. The sheets were clawed and pulled at. More of that thickish cock syrup splurged from him, ready at any moment to explode into the main event. It had grown into a sizeable puddle between the mattress and his collar. Underneath the blinding delight of getting fucked by a huge dick was the warmth of Mark's precum building up inside him, also ready to turn into something much, much more severe.

Mark felt it coming quickly. There was a wince in his mien, then a full-on grimace as his pleasure started to peak. “Hahhh… Cumming… I'm cumming. Yup!"

The vehemence in his voice triggered a spike in David's ecstasy right alongside him. “Oh God, yes. Mark. Hahhh… Cum inside me. Yes. Yes! Please! Oh God! PLEASE!"

Who was Mark to deny him? He accelerated his humps on the last ascent into climax. His whole cumbersome body threw itself into his humps, rocking the bed on its foundation. Whumpf! Whumpf! Whumpf! Whumpf! “Cumming!" he repeated through clenched teeth. “HUUUUHH~~~!!!" The last shove of his cock was joined by a heroic spurt of cum. It barreled through David's insides with all the force his previous shots had, winding through every curve and corner to land in his gut, adding onto the great pool that already sat there.

Squirsh. Squirsh. Squirsh.

The rush of cum and the great throb of Mark's cock muscle was what did it for David. His girly wails hit a caterwaul. Cum blasted out the head of his cock, smacking into his chest and billowing out across the mattress from beneath him. It was a body-blinding flood of euphoria that made his muscles twitch and spasm like mad, made his voice hit a new octave, and achieved a high he would be chasing for the rest of his life.

Mark held his hips forward up until the last drop of cum left him. He was left stooped over, battling his own storm of dopamine which made his leg muscles weak. The two men were left panting and moaning. The air reeked of sex, more of which was contained in David, waiting to be uncorked. A sweaty Mark sighed. “Huhhhhhhhh… Holy shit. Hahhh… That was awesome."

David just squirmed. “Mmmmmmm… Yes it was. Fuck… So much…"

“Yeah. I can feel it." Mark straightened himself and made a slow retreat out of David's backside. His cock was glazed in cum across every inch that had been inside David. The head bowed David's tailhole out before coming out with a gross pop! Out globbed a massive torrent of cum. It drained down the backside of David's sack, right out of that gnarly, gummy hole. The muscle fell closed in a series of weak twitches but had no hope of fully stopping the river of cum that bled and gurgled out of him continuously. “Holy shit," said Mark as he wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist. “That's incredible."

David slumped to the mattress and rolled over onto his back. His chest, collar, and neck were utterly swamped with cum, as was the puddle he'd created on the mattress. His chest rose and fell heavily. He had his eyes closed, though they wouldn't have been able to focus on much either way. “Fuck… God, it feels like I've been hit by a train in the best way possible. Mmmm…" He managed to flutter is eyes open and look up at Mark. “And you kept that from me the whole time we were in college?"

Mark huffed a laugh. “Well, I wasn't as big back then as I am now. Besides, wasn't it worth the wait?"

David felt a fizzing sensation across his abdomen, a result of the void Mark had left behind just by fucking him. “Mmf, yeah, I guess you could say that." He looked at Mark's cock. It was still rock hard, sporting a new set of angrily pumping veins and a ghastly sheen of cum. David reached out and fondled it softly while giving Mark his best pair of bedroom eyes. “Although if you really wanna make up for lost time, I think you should fuck me more than just once. You can manage that, can't you big boy?"

“Can I manage? Please. You think a pair of balls this big is only good for three rounds?" Mark said while giving one of his melon-sized nads a lift. When he dropped it, it hit the mattress with an audible thud that was felt throughout the whole bedframe.

“I figured it was good for more than three. I'm hoping it's good for a dozen more." David's foot slithered to Mark's balls so he could sink his toes into the hot, squishy flesh of his sack. He swung it round the outer curve of one orb before arcing it down below and towards the other. It tickled the both of them and triggered an uptick in the churning of Mark's cum. There came an audible wrrrrr sound as Mark's scrotum began to swell even further, making the skin encroach more around David's foot. “Or is that too much to ask for?"

Mark bit his lip. An involuntary throb made his cock bounce. “Is that a challenge?"

“David blepped his tounge through his teeth. “If it is, will you take me up on it?"

“Yeah, I just might. How you want it next?"

“Well, I thought I'd give you a break and ride."

Mark nodded approvingly. “Sounds good."

“Yeah, let me just…" David tried sitting up. His legs were still twitchy. Cum was still glooping out of his ass and building up between his thighs. He laughed nervously. “My legs are still a little fucked. They feel like rubber. Haha…"

“Here." Mark extended his hand. “Let me help you up." David accepted his help. When Mark had his hand, he pulled him up while falling backwards so that he landed on his back. That titanic cock came flopping down onto his gut while a trembly David tried to get his bearings straight.

David let go of his hand. “Thanks. I think I got it." He was able to crane one leg over Mark's thighs to straddle him. Lifting Mark's cock was a mighty effort on its own. It completely blocked David's view of Mark's face. David rubbed his hands up and down its shaft, marveling at its heft, integrity, and the many veins which crept and crawled just beneath the skin. “Goddamn. I can hardly believe I had this thing inside me."

“You should've been there," Mark joked.

David snorted. “I'll be there this time." He very carefully pulled one leg out and settled it on the foot. The muscles weren't completely back in order yet, but he was able to gather enough strength to push himself up and get both legs beneath him. His own cock bounced off Mark's as he brought himself to full height. “OK. Here we go." His balls had to be lifted in order to get himself over Mark's cock. With just a slight bend of the knees he sat on it and reintroduced his tailhole to the tip. “Nnf."

“Take your time," Mark said. His hands were massaging the topside of David's thighs to keep him relaxed.

“I got it, I got it." David shifted more of his weight until finally he started feeling his tailhole dilating. He bit his lip before taking a moment to breathe.

“You got it?" asked a concerned Mark.

“Yes," wheezed David. “Just shut up."

Mark smirked to himself. “Alright."

David kept pushing, distending the ring of muscle and bringing himself down. Mark's cock helmet started to vanish into his backside, and with a sudden downwards jerk David had consumed it. His eyes went cross and the breath he'd been holding burst out of him. “Huhhhhh~" The rest of the way down was easier, at least. His knees bent so that his body descended Mark's pole. A familiar bulge blossomed at the root of his abdomen then stretched past his navel all the way to his thorax where he was forced to stop. His knees were at half stoop while those pendulous crotch orbs barely rested on Mark's stomach. David patted the fat cock bulge that jutted towards his chest. “Oh God… Mmmmm, yes. Hahhhh…"

“There we go," cooed Mark. He kindly massaged David's balls and stroked his cock. “I knew you could do it."

David wore an expression torn by pleasure, but it managed a smile. “Sh-shut up. Haha… Huhhh…" He pushed up on his feet slowly, releasing a few feet of Mark's pole until he was at the flared glans. From there he descended again, going all the way back down to the threshold which had been marked by a shiny film of bodily fluids. More of it bled from his cock and dribbled onto Mark's chest. Mark urged more of it to the surface with his loving strokes and squeezes. David set into a long, slow rhythm, his slim, athletic body absorbing that obese breeding tool like it was nothing. “Ohhh… Huhhhh! Yes. Ohhhh…"

Mark watched with a smile on his face. Just seeing David perform on his cock was a delight that nearly supplanted the physical pleasure it brought. Nearly, because David's fleshy grip was still divine, more than enough to milk the brute for his arousal. “Oh, God that feels good," groaned Mark. He moved his hands back to David's thighs so he could feel the grind and twitch of the muscles at work inside. “I said you were beautiful before, but you look even nicer doing that."

“Hmmmm…. So is this, huhhh… My better angle?"

“Hnf. I'll say."

“Huhhhh…" David laid his hands on Mark's. “You're pretty handsome from this vantage point too. Mmmm…"

“Oh yeah? What do you like?"

“Huhhh… Well… Mmm… Firstly your dick is huge."

“Thanks, but that's not really something you can see right now, is it?"

“Huhhh… I can feel it though~"

Mark cackled. “I can tell. Hahhh… I can feel you too."

David rubbed around Mark's wrist where he could feel the beginnings of some very big and dense forearms. “You've still got nice muscles. Maybe later… Maybe later you can carry me."

“I can do that. I think I'd like that."

“Huhhhh… So would I." David bit his lip then moaned. “Ohhhh~ What about me?"

“Hm?"

“You said I'm beautiful from this angle. What about me… is like that? Ohhh…"

“Well, for one thing you're on my dick. That's pretty hot." Mark went back to stroking David's penis. His thumb grazed the line where his cock muscle swelled out of the shaft. “You got a big dick too. That's hard to find on a bottom. Very underappreciated, if you ask me."

“Ffffffff- Huhhh… Very funny. Hahhhh… Big cocks are hard to find on anyone. Not like these ones. Ohhhh… I think they're better off on tops, though." A heavenly shudder rippled up David's core, rolling out of him in the form of a blissful whimper. “Case in point. Mmmmm~"

“Heh. Yeah, I guess you're right."

David continued his feminine march up and down Mark's pole, sighing and moaning as he went. He would swoon his head and mutter Mark's name, a boon to the man's ego. He'd called David beautiful. It wasn't a lie, not with how artfully he impaled himself on Mark's dick. He did not simply bend and unbend his knees. His plummets were accented by a backwards throw of his ass while his ascents were slower and brought with a sensual arcing of his back. He swooned his head this way and that, moaning loudly. His hands were all over the cock bulge that swelled up and down his gut. On top of it all was the leisurely wag of his cock as it would float in the air along with him.

Mark was obliged to massage him along the way, returning to his cock every so often to give it a stroke and a squeeze. More of that masculine liquor squished out of him. Before long Mark's whole collar was splattered in it, not that he minded. He knew with every pump of precum there was a wave of pleasure ripping through David's loins. That didn't blanket his own. Underneath the sound of David moaning was him wheezing and grunting through clenched teeth. At last, it was too much for him. He was ready to cum. “Ahhhh… I'm close. I'm about to cum. Nnnf…"

Hearing that put some pep into David's tempo. “Huhhhh… So am I. If you cum in me again… Ohhhhh…" It was obvious to both what would happen. David drew it closer to the surface by going even faster, his cock wagging up and down so dramatically that the tip smacked Mark's chest. He moved into a blur, his tail hole schlicking and squelching loudly. “HUHHHH! OH GOD! YES! YES! YESSSS!"

Mark was right alongside him. A terrific howl split his jaw and rocketed through the bedroom as his fourth climax blew free into David's guts. It triggered a mutual eruption out of David who quickly dropped to the furthest depth he could make on Mark's cock. He threw his head back and joined Mark's howl with one of his own, albeit much more high pitched and effeminate. His ejaculation ripped over Mark's face, flying far across the bedroom and splatting onto the hardwood. Even with all that euphoria glowing through his loins he had the presence of mind to choke David's pole and jerk it so that the velocity of his spurts hit critical mass.

Their orgasms petered off slowly. Another heavy round squished and sloshed around David's guts while the vestiges of his own oozed onto Mark's chest. A sudden weakness made him want to slump forwards and go limp, but Mark's authoritarian presence inside him kept him up on his feet, quivering and whimpering. “Huhhhh… Oh my fucking God… So good. Hahhh…"

“Fuck yeah it was," agreed Mark. He had his eyes closed and was massaging David's thighs when he looked up and saw him struggling to stay upright. “Need help?"

David's pride told him to deny it, but the violent shake of his legs betrayed him. “Please…"

Mark tried not to smirk. “I gotcha." He grabbed David's arms and pushed him back up the height of his pillar. The moment David's ass was off there came a waterfall of cum splorching out. It drained itself on the tip of Mark's cock which came timbering back down onto his belly with a loud slap. An all but paralyzed David gradually crumpled to the deck, his legs too weak to go on. Finally he could slump overtop Mark, their glowing cock and balls rubbing together, the smell and sound of cum gurgling out of David filling the bedroom to the brim. Mark patted David's back. “Wow. Good fucking job. That was incredible."

David's head was on Mark's shoulder, adjacent to where both their cocktips reeked of sex product. It drilled him in the nose with every whiff, staining the back of his throat and his mine. Mark made a big, rocky mattress to lie on, but to him it was like lying on a cloud. “Mmmmm, thank you. You weren't too bad yourself."

“All I did was lay there."

“Yeah, and you did a really good job."

“Heh, it's definitely one of my better skills."

David brought his face over Mark's so the two of them could start kissing. Once his strength was back David sat upright atop Mark's lap. “This might sound crazy to ask, but do you think you can keep going? I'm still so horny, it's not even real."

Mark was ready to say that he was at his limit. After all, shouldn't he have been? He'd cum literal gallons already. Even for a man of his phallic stature, nobody would've held it against him for calling it quits. But no, he wasn't even close to being done. What should've been a severe fatigue was instead a roaring need to fuck some more. It hadn't waned at all since they'd first pulled their pants off on the couch. He might as well have not cum at all at this point, and the same appeared to be true for David. Neither of their erections had softened, and there were no signs of that happening anytime soon.

“Actually," Mark said. “I think I can keep going. In fact, I don't know when it's gonna stop." He rubbed his dick. “I still got a lot loaded for you. Do you?"

David bit his lip eagerly. “You know I do, big boy. Why don't we spare the rest of what we've got?"

“Oh yeah. That sounds just fine. How you want it next, sweetheart?"

“Any way's fine, but uhhh… Can we go somewhere else? I appreciate a lot of cum, but I think your sheets have just about had it."

Mark looked around. Indeed, the entire mattress had been glazed in a veritable swamp of his and David's nut. It hung in the air like a damp towel, clinging to their skin and singeing their nostrils. “Yeah, I think you're right. How's the couch sound?"

“That sounds perfect. Let's go."

David rolled off him so that Mark could climb off the bed. Just standing up made him lightheaded. Mark was still lost in the afterglow of four intense climaxes. He strode across the bedroom as if he was floating on air, ready to topple over at any moment. Back inside the living room he could breathe some fresh air, at least air that was fresh by comparison. The sweat that had doused his skin and fur felt cool in the living room AC. Being naked made him realize how exposed he and David were. The windows looking outside were massive. If either of them stepped into the sunlight, anybody outside who happened to be looking at their window would've been helped to a double dose of huge orangutan dick. Mark thought it would bother him, but he was too horny to take any action against it. Here was a sexy, virile friend of his begging to get fucked again and again. That took priority over anything else.

David sauntered past Mark towards the couch. His hips swayed gaily, their immaculate presentation somewhat ruined by the ghastly trail of cum that streaked down the inside of both thighs, not to mention that tremendous backsack. He looked over his shoulder at Mark with a grin. “I hope you know a good steam cleaner for what we're about to do to this couch."

“If anyone cleans up anything around here, it's going to be me. I wouldn't dare ask anyone to clean up this filth."

“Do you have the right kind of stuff for that?"

“I got a steam cleaner, yeah."

“Oh, good. So, you won't mind if I do this~" David made it to the sofa where he performed a theatric twirl and plopped his cum-smeared bottom right onto the cushion. He parted his legs so that the fleshy obelisk was the main attraction. “Since I already made a mess, why don't we make it even bigger?"

“That's a $7,000 couch you're sitting on, you know."

“Well, if it's that expensive, why don't you come over here and break it in, finally?" David said with a suggestive tile of the head.

“If anything's getting broken," said Mark. “It's your back." He stomped up to the couch and bent over to grab David's ankles. They were rudely pulled up into the air to form a great big chevron. Mark jerked David towards him so that his ass dangled over the edge of the cushion along with his scrotum. Mark's cock scraped its way up the underside of David's until the heads were face-to-face. David was a well-endowed man, but he had little on what Mark was packing. That much was made clear when Mark started frotting against him with some gentle humps. “Little thing," he said. “I oughtta fuck you stupid."

David's heart was in a snit. He clutched the couch cushions behind him, unable to contain his excitement. “Mmmmm, yeah. I think you oughtta. God, have I ever told you how big you are?"

“You might've told me once or twice. Do me a favor and remind me."

“Well, you've got a really big cock and you know how to use it. It's the best fucking thing I've had in my life and I love it when it's inside me." He tried putting on a playful façade, but it trembled on a foundation of desperate horniness. He squirmed within Mark's grasp, every part of his body aching for more of that dick.

“How flattering," said Mark. “And you're a bratty little fuck toy I like to cum inside. You have no idea how cute you are when you cum your brains out."

David's blushing face contorted. “Mmmm, if it's that cute then why don't you do it again."

“I was getting there. Patience, slut."

David snickered through his teeth. “Dick."

“That's the idea, yes." Mark withdrew himself a few steps to bring his cock back in line with David's hole. His arms were barely long enough to keep holding onto David's ankles. David did him the favor of lifting his own ballsack up so that nothing was covering his vulnerable pucker. Mark carefully pressed his pecker into it, and with another curt shove the head was inside. Skwish.

“Nnnnnnnn…" groaned David, once again beset with a joyous glow. He peered through the wide gap in his legs to see that black locomotive of a cock slowly drive its way back inside him. There came that familiar tummy bulge in the shape of Mark's glans, once again laying claim to David's insides. It made it to the usual depth, stretching everything around it and, most importantly, grinding his prostate into a paste. His head lurched back as a moan belted out of him. “Ohhhhhh~!"

Mark let out a merry grumble through his nose. He reached for the cock bulge in David's guts and massaged it, feeling his own caress as a distant tickle like through a condom. “Mmmm, that's it. That feels good."

“Huhhh… Yes it does. Mmmmmm~ Fuck me."

Mark obeyed without a word. With his hand back on David's ankle he pulled his hips back and started fucking. Mark was a husky guy, but he was limber too. With the same gay flare David had provided when he was riding he would throw his ass back with a fluid roll and then return it in the same manner. Those hunky glutes crunched inside their haunches, dimpling the cellulite and powering those long, loving thrusts. “Mmmmm, yeah. Oh, that's so good."

“Huhhh! Yes! Yes! Huhhh! Uhhhhh…" David couldn't stop patting Mark's cock through the flesh of his belly. He writhed and whimpered where he lay. His wiry legs jerked in Mark's grasp as if trying to get away. Of course, he had no plans of doing anything like that, not when getting fucked like this felt so good. “Unhhhh! Huhhh! Yes! Fuck! Mark… Oh God… Huhhhhhh~"

Mark, without breaking rhythm, looked over his shoulder and out the window. They were pretty far from the approaching sunlight and the building across the street looked too far away for any body to get a good look inside. Again, his arousal placated any concern. If anyone sees, let 'em watch and enjoy the show. He turned his attention back to David. Slowly he began amping up the pace until the couch was scooting on the floor with each hump. Skrt. Skrt. Skrt. Skrt. Skrt. It looked like he was going to need more than just a steam cleaner. Maybe a buffer too. But those were later problems for a later day. Right now Mark had a friend to fuck, and he wasn't going to stop until the job had been done.

He needn't wait very long. David's cries of delight grew louder and more incoherent with the inevitable rise of his pleasure. Mark's heft piling onto him at such speed wasn't something he could withstand for very long, not that he was trying. His squeals reached the octaves of a man about to cum. “Oh God, I'm cumming. Yes! YES! OH FUCK! HUHHHHH!" His orgasm struck him full force, and his neck and face suffered the brunt of it. Lying on his back with that enormous dick pointed straight at his head meant the resulting cum ropes had nowhere else to go. The caterwaul he had let loose was cut short by an auto-facial. Molten ivory splatted his chin, causing him to flinch away. The rest smacked his right cheek and dribbled down his jaw and neck.

Mark got a kick out of that. “Hahaha! Look at that! Nutted all over yourself, didn't you? Hnf." It was difficult to hold a playful composure when he too was about to explode.

David had finished cumming, but Mark's continuous thrusts kept him on a plateau of ecstasy. That girly, shrill voice maintained itself, hiccupping on each one of those hearty plunges into his ass. “Huhhh! Huhhh… Sh-shut up… Uhhhhhh…"

Mark would've shot another witty remark if he wasn't about to cum too. His smile twisted into a snarl. “Ah fuck! Hrrrnnnghhhhhhh~!!!" The last couple thrusts were delivered awkwardly and stilted. Mark pushed as far as he could go to deliver another load, this one squirting out from around his angrily throbbing cock. More throaty throb sounds echoed out of David, rude but still more refined than the nasty belch and splat sounds off cum hitting the floor below. They both came off their highs panting and huffing. Mark let go of David's ankles and made a slow retreat from David's bum. Out popped his cock and the usual flood of white which hit the hardwood with a loud splat. “Whew. That never gets old."

“Mmmmmmmmmmm," murred David while rubbing his fuck-stretched tummy. “God, this is the best sex I've ever had. I don't want it to stop. I just… I wanna keep going. My dick isn't even soft yet."

“Yeah, mine isn't either." Mark stroked his shaft. There was the dull thrum of fatigue, but nothing too painful from going another round, or a dozen. “I think I can keep going into the evening, but I don't wanna hold onto you for too long."

David was trying to wipe the cum off his face with his fingers. He was opening and closing his thumb and index finger while looking up at Mark with just one eye. “Why? You gotta be somewhere?"

“No, I just don't wanna keep you here forever, not if you don't want to."

David scoffed. “Mark, please. Did you not hear the words that just came out of my mouth? I'm not even close to being done. Cocks like ours aren't gonna let us off early. You of all people should know that. I'm down to fuck until the sunrises if you are." He tilted his head. “Are you?"

The stature of Mark's cock should've been answer enough. He cut a sly smirk. “You're fucking right I am."

David smirked back. “Good, now get over here and fuck me again, big guy."

And Mark did, over and over and over again, through the day and well after the sun had set. Being seen through the window was no longer a fear now that their horny minds desired a city-wide audience. Mark fucked David right up against the window, offering a great many people the sight of two hyper-hung orangutans fucking their lights out. Not a single part of the condo was spared, each piece of furniture being broken in by their rampant sexing. Mark couldn't escape anywhere for fresh air, not when it had been suffused with the miasma of a seminal armada of which David had taken the brunt of.

They lost track of time. The sun fell and then rose with neither of them realizing the night had even passed. The fatigue set upon them finally, and Mark's muscles started to slow into a grind. He was bathed in sweat. Every muscle that went into thrusting felt ready to snap. David, meanwhile, was an utter disaster. Inside it felt like he'd been run through by a dozen trains. He wouldn't be sitting right anytime soon, that was for sure. Coming back to work and teaching was definitely going to be awkward.

The two lovers were back on Mark's bed. The comforter and sheets had been removed; they were too soaked in cum to be comfortable to lie on. Mark was on his back, spread eagle. His cock was limp between his thighs. David was on top of him with his head on one pec. He, too, had a limp pecker. They lingered within the realm of sleep and awake, their every fiber ringing with a combined exhaustion and bliss.

“God," huffed Mark. “What time is it?"

“Nnnnnnnnnn…" groaned David. “I dunno."

It took some effort just for Mark to turn his head and look at the nightstand where his alarm clock was. It read 1:51. “1:50," Mark said out loud. “Wait… That can't be right." He looked at David. “What time did you get here?"

David had to think for a moment. “A little after noon, I think."

“Yeah. We were fucking a whole lot longer than just 1 to 2 hours." His eyes widened. “Shit. That's right. We went the whole night. The morning too. We've been fucking for a whole 24 hours."

“Oh shit. Are you kidding?"

“No. It has to be." Mark put his fingers to his temple. “God. It was all one blur. Time fucking flies when you're having fun, eh?"

David still had trouble believing it. He pushed himself up to his knees and looked at the carnage he and Mark had created. It continued out the bedroom door into the living room. “Jesus Christ. We really did a number. You really did a number. God, I feel like I suitcased an atom bomb." He slid off the side of Mark's gut and rubbed his flaccid pecker. “This thing's a fucking beast. We're definitely gonna do more in the future."

Mark winced. His cock was agonizingly sore, having gone through the sex equivalent of a marathon. He was ready to say how it would take a while until he'd have sex again, but was cut off by a throbbing sensation. With just a few pumps of David's hand he started to get hard again. The two men watched in fascination as it slowly but surely regained its awesome stature. “No fucking way," Mark said with widened eyes.

“Fuck. I'm…" David rolled onto his back to show off his own growing erection. Soon the two men were both fully erect, bleeding precum, and yearning for yet another round. They shared a wordless look, then a conniving grin. Would they go another 24 hours? Probably not.

But they were definitely going to try.

THE END