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The human world never ceased to surprise Asgore ever since he'd first escaped the underground. From the moment he'd first seen the sun cresting out of the horizon it had been a barrage of new things every single day. New technologies, customs, cultures, clothes, etc. Perhaps most jarring was the idea of democracy, consent of the governed. Asgore, King of the Monsters, had assumed that position by blood right. That most leaders (the fact that humanity did not have a single ruler astounded him) of the human world were democratically elected- some exceptions of course -was difficult for the ancient goat King to grasp at first.

But he adjusted swimmingly. Being a good leader meant being flexible with the change of times. He could very well do the same when it meant coming to a new world. With Frisk as their ambassador and a population of monsters eager to make a life above ground, Asgore and his many brethren made a smooth transition into human life, its many oddities and luxuries laid out for his enjoyment and discovery.

Most fascinating to him was the internet, a conglomerate of all humanity's information and people immediately accessible by the smallest of tools. The underground possessed something similar, but nothing to the planetwide scale humans had achieved. A whole world had opened to the former King, yet he spent most of his time on his phone or in front of a computer. Alongside an infinite catalogue was an equally vast number of hilarious videos and image templates (“memes" the humans called them) that could keep Asgore scrolling for hours at a time. His hours spent as the groundskeeper at his ex-wife Toriel's school often had him pining for opportunities to look at his phone, just for another dopamine rush.

He knew it wasn't healthy for him, and it wasn't going to help build social bonds. Luckily for him, the internet wasn't just good for learning and making yourself laugh. There were websites and apps for people to meet each other and interact. Asgore, determined to make more human friends outside those he knew from his job, downloaded one such app on his phone and was pleased to find a veritable army of men who wanted to meet him. Posting an image of himself and a brief description brought forth a flock of them, their kind messages complimenting him on his burly physique and towering stature. Many said they'd never been with a monster before. As they put it, they “wanted to know what it was like".

Asgore would've happily shown them all if he was able to, but he was only one man. He was going to have to choose someone to be first. He went with a fellow named Ian, a human chap who happened to be the quickest on the draw when messaging the former King. [i]First come, first serve[/i], figured Asgore. He messaged Ian one night before bed, excited but also nervous. [i]What if I mess something up? What if I perform some human sacrilege that will tarnish the relations between our species? I'm the former King. I am perhaps the most important figure amongst Monsterkind. One gaffe by me can ruin everything.[/i]

Ian messaged him back. He was very sweet and flattering, once again complimenting how large the goat was in almost every facet. “I'd like to know how big you are under those slacks~" Ian said in one saucy note. Asgore didn't know how to interpret that. [i]I'm as large in my pants as they would make me appear. Do they make me look smaller? Bigger?[/i]

He told Ian, “Well, if we meet in person perhaps I can show you!"

Ian was receptive to the idea. “I'd love that. Maybe I can show you how big I am too~"

Asgore thought he had no issue determining how big Ian was underneath his shorts from the images he'd sent of himself. They were all rather revealing with the human's sharply chiseled torso and limbs. As far as Asgore could tell, all that remained unseen to him were Ian's loins. [i]He seems very protective of it,[/i] Asgore thought. [i]Don't think I'll be seeing that, not that I care to.[/i] At least, that's what he told himself.

Now that the pair had hit it off, it was time to meet each other in person. Ian suggested a bar called [i]The Crazy Susan[/i]. “The perfect spot for a couple of bros to meet up," Ian described. Asgore thought it a capital idea and traveled there on a Friday evening. Greeting him was a crunchy music beat so strong it physically made him halt for a moment. The bar was plenty flashy. Beyond the long, densely populated bar sporting a choir of alcoholic drinks was a dance floor and a DJ where a few dozen men danced and gyrated. The walls were heavily decorated; hardly any drywall could be seen beyond the plates of stickers, rainbow flags, and knickknacks which were tacked on so haphazardly.

The bar possessed all that pizzazz and yet Asgore became its central attraction the moment he walked in. Virtually every head in there turned on a swivel upon his entry, those doorframe-swallowing shoulders blocking most of the light which poured in behind him. Among skimpy and sleazy outfits baring deals of skin, he looked out of place with his baggy Hawai'ian T-shirt and khaki shorts, not to mention his heroically curved goat horns and fabulously blonde hair. With all eyes on him and Ian nowhere to be seen yet, Asgore slinked his way towards a seat at the bar.

Hungry looks followed him on the way there. He greeted a few people as he went, earning some back as well as some lurid gazes. At the bar he sat himself atop a red stool between two gentlemen. His terrifically huge backside flattened it to the pedestal. He knocked into both the fellows at his sides with his elbows, the raw mass of his arms almost toppling them over.

“Oh! Terribly sorry," he said in his deep, gravelly voice.

The guy on his right, an Asian fellow with spiked black hair didn't seem to mind too much, though he had to lean away from the Goliath seated next to him. “Oh, it's OK sweety. A big guy like you needs plenty room."

“Are all monsters as big as you?" purred the guy on his left who wore a pink tank top over his short, scrawny torso. The collar was trimmed all the way to the chest, leaving for show his immaculately carved physique.

Asgore's chuckles thrummed through the air as heavily as the music did. “Well, not all of them. I'm certainly one of the largest. I suppose I had to be if I wanted to be a fitting King."

“You're a King?" asked the Asian gentleman.

“I was, in the underground." Asgore rubbed his blonde, grizzled chin thoughtfully. “Though it seems you humans have little need for Kings."

“Oh, hush," hooted pink top. “I'll take a King any day. I can tell you'd make a good one just by lookin' at you." It was a sentiment widely shared, apparently.

Asgore was deeply flattered. “You're too kind."

Then came a voice from behind. “Is that Asgore I see?" Asgore turned around to see Ian there behind him, in the flesh. With his hand on one hip and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, he wore a faint smile Asgore had seen multiple times now in the pictures he'd sent. His dark, olive-brown skin carried a thin carpet of hair. That which grew from his head and face was perfectly trimmed into a wreath around his pleasing face. The coy smile of his blossomed into brilliantly toothy one once he saw Asgore's face. “Hey!"

Asgore erupted out of his stool to greet him. “[i]Ian![/i]" he boomed. The two guys beside him were regaining their balance on the stools at the same time Asgore flung his giant, hairy arms open and closed them around Ian for a backbreaking hug.

Poor Ian was sucked into the brick wall that was Asgore's chest. He heard and felt the rapid pop of his vertebrae as he was hoisted off his feet and squeezed. “[i]Oof! Yup! Nice to meet you too![/i]"

Asgore realized what he was doing and promptly let go, letting Ian fall to his feet and catch his breath with stars in his eyes. Asgore scratched the back of his head guiltily. “Terribly sorry about that. I have a bad habit of hugging people like I've known them forever."

Ian composed himself with a few rapid blinks. “No! Don't apologize. I love a hugger. Just caught me off guard, is all. It's nice to meet you too, finally."

“So, you came here to meet Ian?" asked the fellow in the pink tank top. The disappointment was clear in his tone.

The other guy rolled his eyes. “Because of course he is."

“Oh, hush. Don't get mad at me 'cause I saw him first. One of you move over. I wanna sit next to him." The pair both slinked from their booths, not wanting any part of Asgore now that he was off the menu. As they slinked past Ian whispered to them both, promising to buy them drinks. “Friends of mine," Ian told Asgore as he sat on a stool. He lifted his hand at the bartender and asked for a drink. “Anything you want? It's on me."

Asgore sat in the stool on Ian's left, once again smushing it flat and making Ian lean in his stool. “Oh no, I couldn't possibly impose like that."

Ian scoffed. “Impose nothing. You ain't the first big boy I've bought a drink for, and you damn sure won't be the last. Come on. What's your poison?"

Asgore still hadn't adjusted to the human proclivity to intoxicate themselves. “I'll just have some water, if that's fine."

Ian gave him a quizzical look before shrugging it off. “Some water for my friend. Bring it in a frosted mug, if you can. I don't think a glass's gonna be big enough."

“Thank you," Asgore said.

“Don't mention it." Ian turned in his stool to face the behemoth sitting next to him. “I gotta say, you're a whole lot bigger in person. And more handsome. You're the first monster I've gotten to meet in person. Lucky me it happens to be the big, bad king himself."

Asgore felt a tinge of blush rise to his cheeks. “So every man on that app kept telling me. I'm not a king anymore, per se, and I wasn't a bad one." [i]At least I don't think I was. A made a mistake or two… or six[/i].

“Oh, I didn't mean bad as in… not good. I meant big and cool, like… You know, awesome."

“You think so?"

Ian scoffed. “Think so? Good God, look at you." He reached for Asgore's forearm. The tips of his thumbs and fingers hadn't a hope of touching each other around its heroic circumference. It was like touching warm marble that had a layer of fluff on top. Ian adored the scratch and tickle of his errant blonde hairs. “You're a beast, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Do you work out?"

That heat in Asgore's face intensified. He hoped it didn't show too much. “If you mean exercise, I certainly used to. I helped train the Royal Guard. Since coming above ground I've been a groundskeeper at one of the schools helping monsterkind to integrate." Asgore looked into the crook of Ian's button up shirt where he saw the valley between Ian's pecs. “You look fit for a human too."

Ian seemed used to the compliment. “Oh, you know. I try, though nothing I can do to get as big as you." He patted Asgore's forearm and let go of it. “Though I'm still curious how big you are elsewhere."

Asgore chuckled. “And where might elsewhere be?" It was a genuine question.

Ian's smile deepened. “Oh, I don't know." His eyes made a deliberate plummet into Asgore's lap, lingering there for some protracted amount of time before returning with every bit of lasciviousness behind them. “You tell me."

Asgore had caught Ian's glance into his crotch, but not the less-than-subtle intent it carried. “I'm… not sure I follow."

Ian's smile faltered. “Oh, well… You know I'm…" He looked behind him to see if the person next to him was listening. They weren't, so he leaned towards Asgore. Asgore leaned in too and listened. “I'm talking about what's in your pants." He couldn't believe he had to say it out loud.

There he was again with Asgore's pants. He'd been so obsessed with them when they chatted on the app. [i]What about them warrants such-?[/i] The air was robbed of Asgore the moment it clicked. The color of his cheeks, already a soft pink, blossomed into a beet red which spread across his whole face. “O-oh… You mean… You want…" The king who had fought battles and once collected souls suddenly found himself frozen where he sat.

Ian wasn't faring too well either once he registered the miscommunication. “Oh… Oh my God. You didn't think…" He put the tips of his fingers over his mouth. “You didn't know what this was?"

Asgore sat upright and tried clearing his throat quietly, though the sound rumbled across the bar like a small thunderclap. “[i]Aherm.[/i] No, apparently not. I'm incredibly sorry. I-"

Ian stopped him with a hand on his chest, though that only worked to further fluster the goat. “No! Sweetie, it's OK. You didn't know."

Asgore scratched his temple. Even through the tear of electronic music around him he was keenly aware of a few guys looking and talking about them. “No, I didn't." Asgore managed a weak scoff. “It appears the intricacies of human society are still beyond me."

Ian gave a small laugh with him. “Well, gay dating apps aren't used by everybody."

“Is that what that was?"

“Grindr? Um… Yeah, it was."

[i]An app strictly for gay men.[/i] Asgore wasn't sure why, but he wasn't as turned off by the idea as he thought he'd be. Perhaps he knew all along. “Well, the signs might have been there."

Ian fought back a snort. “Um, yeah. They might have been. You were a king underground. Did you have a queen?"

“I did, but that was a long time ago. We've since separated."

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well, you're a big handsome guy. I'm sure there's some lady out there who wants her a bite of goat."

Some nervous laughter out of Asgore. “Perhaps." His gaze drifted into the rest of the bar and the dance floor yonder. There was still that throng of men having fun, those laughing, drinking, and dancing so lightheartedly. Subconsciously he'd been looking for a woman to picture himself with, if just to remind himself what it was like. Of course, all he saw were men, but that didn't bother him. It seemed better somehow, like it fit better. His eyes came back to Ian, and the feeling did not dissipate. “Perhaps… it doesn't have to be a woman." He didn't realize what he was saying even as he said it.

Ian's eyebrows lifted. “Oh? Do you swing that way too?"

“If you mean am I attracted to men, yes. No. I'm not certain." Asgore shifted his butt around his stool, nearly cracking the whole thing off its pole. “I was so dearly in love with my wife for so long, she became the archetype for my attraction. Then we separated, I became lonely, and my appetites began to evolve. No… they reverted to what they had been." [i]Maybe they never changed.[/i]

Ian followed along closely, nodding to everything Asgore said. “So, you think you're attracted to men, but marrying your wife muddied the waters a bit?"

Asgore had to think about it some more. He pulled at his beard thoughtfully. “Perhaps. A king needs a queen to make an heir. I may have convinced myself that I was attracted to her over what my true desires were. Make no mistake, I loved Toriel with all my heart, and she's truly a beautiful woman, but…" His voice trailed for a moment. He realized how intensely he was staring at Ian, how the rest of the bar, no matter how noisy, had been drowned out. “But the real me was buried beneath all of it, and now I want to dig it out."

Ian was silent for a moment. He turned his head towards the bar and noticed that his drink had arrived. Without saying a word, he picked it up and took a long, deep swig that leaned his head back so Asgore could see his Adam's apple bouncing with each gulp. He came off it with a crisp sigh, then put the drink down. “Well, Asgore, you want to dig it out? Good for you." Ian stood up from his stool. “Lucky for you, I got a shovel~" He produced his hand for Asgore to take.

The king's heart felt ready to explode. Not a single thrill since his exodus from the underground had so gripped him than what did right now. Ian's hand held out in invitation was both the most liberating as well as the most terrifying thing he'd ever seen. Instinct told him to look and see if anyone else was watching, but it was Ian's smooth brown gaze that kept him locked. After gulping away the knot in his throat, Asgore gently took Ian's hand, swallowing it within his giant mitt. “Alright," he said dumbly before standing up.

“Follow me, big guy. There's a reason I brought us to this place in particular."

Asgore floated along behind him through a sea of onlookers, his dumbfounded expression and curled horns peaking his frame. [i]This is happening. This is really happening[/i], he chanted to himself. He had to tell himself that even as he watched it happen. Nothing felt real. It was not his body being dragged towards a more private place by a handsome stud ready to please him. Ian brought him to the back of the bar where a hallway was curtained off. The pair wandered inside to find a long corridor of doors on the right side. At the very end sat a portly fellow sitting on a stool and browsing his phone. He looked up and saw the pair, then nodded before going back to whatever he was doing.

“Looks like one is open," said Ian. “Let's slide in there, why don't we?"

Asgore meant to say “sure", but his jaw and lips felt too heavy. He was pulled to the second to last door in the hall. Ian opened it to reveal something like a changing booth with a carpeted floor and plain, untextured walls. There was a small table in the corner. Sitting on it was a pack of baby wipes. Ian sauntered inside and turned to face Asgore who stood in the doorway looking gormless. “Close the door behind you and lock it," Ian said.

Asgore gulped and stepped forward, doing as he was told. Feeling the bolt clunk into place with finality made his throat tighten. He faced Ian with some level of stoicism, though his beefy mitts could not help but fidget in front of his gut. “Is this room what I think it's for?"

“It is that," Ian told him. “The others are occupied. You can put your ear to the walls and you'll hear things. I wouldn't, though, 'cause right now it's just you and me."

A chilly shudder ran down Asgore's spine. “I see."

Ian's sultry demeanor eased off for the moment. “You look uncomfortable. You sure you want to do this?"

“I… I do, it's just… Forgive me if I'm nervous."

“No, that's absolutely fine. Just tell me what you're comfortable with doing, and we'll do it."

Asgore gulped. “Well, I suppose we could… kiss."

Ian lifted an eyebrow. “Is that all you want to do?"

No. Asgore wanted to do much, much more, but the mere thought of that had him ready to melt into the rug. “There's much I want to do, stuff I want to try. Let's just ease ourselves into things, if that's alright."

Ian smiled. “Yeah, that's more than alright." He hooked a finger into his shirt and pulled apart the top button, revealing more of that exquisitely crafted chest. In just one stride he was stomach to stomach with the monster, feeling the immensity and depth of that burly muscle gut. Asgore's arms went around him on instinct. Ian was so small, and yet his body was firm and warm. The heat of their loins seething so closely to one another made Asgore's penis throb into his shorts. That mesmerizingly handsome face of Ian's peered up at him. “Come down here for me, big guy."

Without hesitation, Asgore obeyed. His face came down and united with his companion. He was used to kissing someone with a snout, so having to reach an extra couple inches was a tad awkward. Any feeling of mishap vanished once their lips were intertwined. Asgore's wavy golden beard flattened against Ian's grizzled jaw. The beat of Ian's breath, the temperature of his body, the moisture of his inner lips and the assertiveness with which they latched to Asgore all wove in harmony to light a fire in the former king. What bashfulness lingered was quickly disintegrating under the oppressive crush of Ian's kiss.

They smacked lips carelessly, filling the stall with the sound of mouths meshing and breaths panting. Ian's hands were all over Asgore, cupping and rubbing every curve and edge the big goat had to offer. Asgore would feel ripples of pleasure echo through his skin wherever Ian touched him. The mere tickle of his chin gristle was like an opioid, ready to make him keel over with delight. Ian traveled around to his backside and helped himself to the first grope on Asgore's butt. It earned a huff and a snort, plus an added degree of firmness to his growing erection. Ian's was on the way too, shoving its way into Asgore's crotch space where he could feel it growing so arrogantly.

This was Ian holding back. Having seen how shy the big guy was he didn't mean to overstep. His rubbing was done with some caution, keen on how Asgore would react. If negatively, he would slow it down. Thus far Asgore was nothing but receptive, returning each grope with one of his own. Ian would peel his lips away just for a moment, letting the pair breathe and swap exhales. He came back not to Asgore's mouth but that hairy cheek of his. He tickled himself on those wiry beard hairs before munching his way down into Asgore's thick, meaty neck. Half of Ian's face was buried there as he began to kiss and nibble hungrily.

Asgore reacted with a shudder and a sigh. “Ahhh…" His grip clenched to Ian's upper back, holding the human to his breast and refusing to let go. The human was so much smaller than him and yet he possessed every bit of control with how fluidly and expertly he would touch Asgore. One hand was rubbing up and down Asgore's haunch, ready to tear away the fabric and fur covering his round, dense glutes. The other was on Asgore's pec, idly fingering the line of buttons Ian felt ready to tear apart. “That's good…" Asgore huffed. “God, it's hot in here. I'm… hot."

Ian's face came out of Asgore's neck with a meaty suction sound. He spoke breathily into the former king's ear. “I know you are, big guy. So am I. Wanna see?" Before Asgore had a chance to answer Ian leaned his chest off him to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Asgore's gaze fell button by button as more of that swarthy canvas came to bear. The last button fell away, and Asgore could enjoy his partner's topography in full. The shirt came the rest of the way off with a casual shrug. The half nude Ian, his chiseled chest colored by a thin carpet of hair, grabbed Asgore by the hand and planted it on his chest. “How's that feel?"

Underneath that dense plate of muscle and bone Asgore could feel a thunderous heartbeat, one nigh as intense as his own. He could not stop himself from flexing his fingers on the contours of his pecs, sifting the nails through those thousands of fine chest hairs. “It feels incredible."

A merry purr rolled out of Ian. “I think so too. Let me see what you got, big boy." Ian brought his hands to Asgore's shirt and began unbuttoning him as well. Asgore's face grew even hotter now that he felt the cold AC and Ian's rapt gaze breeze fall upon his physique. It was left open upon the last button falling away, that Jovian white paunch peppered with blonde hairs most prominent. Straddling it were a pair of pectorals like cinderblocks, thick and impenetrable. Arms like oaks hung from the shoulders with biceps bigger than Ian's head.

Ian pulled the Hawai'ian shirt the rest of the way off and let out an impressed hoot. “Verrrrrrry nice." He smoothed his hands around Asgore's gut, tickling himself on its scratchy hairs. A blissful chill stiffened Asgore's nipples. The former king bit his lip once he felt his pecker achieve full size inside his britches thanks to Ian's loving touch. He was loathe not to return the favor, clasping Ian by the hips and pulling him closer so that their mismatched but ever so desirable bodies were together again.

The couple resumed kissing, more aggressively this time, open mouthed with lashes of the tongue. Echoing through the booth's tight confines were their huffs and puffs, each one thrusted into the other's open mouth. Ian pressed into Asgore, shoving the man back into the door which bumped and rattled loudly. Asgore didn't realize it, but he was humping into Ian, squeezing his own cock against his shorts. Ian's bulge was so close, but still painfully far. The instinct to tear away what remained of their clothes was strong, but he could only clutch at Ian's back, still fearful of the initiative.

Ian could tell he wanted more with the way his dick poked him. “Let's get those pants off you," he hissed after one particularly long and intense smooch.

Asgore tried to respond, though his breath had been caught in his lungs. With cherry red cheeks he fought to compose himself. His raging erection could do nothing of the sort, not with the taste of Ian's lips on the mouth and the heat of his body on the tummy. “Ah, ah… Yes, please. Please."

Ian cocked a snide eyebrow. “Eager, are we?"

Asgore chuckled weakly. “Like you wouldn't believe."

“No, I think I can." Ian slid his hand down the outer curve of Asgore's gut and into his groin where that aching obelisk throbbed so angrily. He cradled it in his fingers, holding it like a cigar through the khaki fabric which it stretched. “You're bricked up down there. Want me to relieve some pressure?"

That sudden, friendly grope alone had Asgore on the brink of exploding. A sharp wheeze sucked into his lungs and left him as a wavering huff. “Y-yes. God, I'm ready to…" He blushed, too embarrassed to admit it.

Ian gave a smug grin and an evil chuckle. “That's a good boy. Do me a favor and wait until mine's out before you pop, alright?"

The words 'good boy' made that even more difficult. “No promises," Asgore huffed.

Ian maintained eye contact as the hand latched to Asgore's cock maneuvered to the fly and undid it. Down came the zipper, peeling apart the flaps which toppled over around the knot of manflesh stretching Asgore's briefs. Ian slithered his fingers into the draw flap and made first contact with Asgore's penis. Hot, turgid shaft was squished between his leathery grip, earning Asgore another spike of pleasure causing him to gasp and shudder. “Easy~" Ian cooed playfully as he began wriggling Asgore's pole out of his britches and out into the open where at last it could stand free and at full stature. Chubby and proud, it was a shade of pale white like his fur, colored mainly by the blue veins which swam its length and meandered wildly. The helmet sat half-removed from its foreskin, visibly flaring when Asgore clenched his floor muscles.

The cool AC in combination with Ian's firm but caring grip brought razors of delight. Asgore, the towering man once hailed as king, came dangerously close to collapsing to his knees upon his lover's divinely expert touch. Ian did him even better by stroking him ever so slowly, that nicely sanded palm gliding along the topside while his finger and thumb tips ran the gambit of his swollen cock muscle.

“My, my. That's some meat you got there~" Ian purred, his lips less than an inch from Asgore's blushing cheek. Just the soft pant of his breath plus its masculine aura brought another shiver upon Asgore, revitalizing the toughness of his nipples and making his cock clench. Out globbed the first dab or precum from his cock slit. It was quickly absorbed by the slow encroach of his foreskin which Ian pulled on slowly.

Asgore was in shambles. “Ahhhhh… Thank you. It feels magnificent, you touching it."

“Mmm, I know it does. Your face looks so cute, blushing like that." He gave him a smooch in the epicenter of his ruddiness.

Asgore meant to say how handsome Ian looked shirtless, but the words failed him. His mind, so deep in that swamp of dopamine, could not muster anything besides a half-whimpering beg. “Yours… I want to see yours." Without another thought he reached for Ian's crotch, palming it in its entirety with his giant hand.

Ian jerked back, if only out of surprise. “Whoa. Hehe, OK. Have at it, buster."

“Sorry…"

“No, no. Please continue. Need some help?" This was while Ian's hand was still at work tugging Asgore's pole.

Asgore gulped. “No. That won't be necessary. I can… I can do it." That he could, although a moment or two of fumbling passed as he struggled with Ian's button. Damn human clothes were always so small and intricate. At last, it came undone, and with an impatient pull he had the zipper down. Ian's jeans were so tight to his legs that pulling his cock out was an impossibility. Asgore, still struggling with the pleasure Ian's hand supplied, hastily jimmied Ian's pants down the height of his hips until his emerald green boxer-briefs were exposed, them and his enormous man bulge. A knot coalesced in Asgore's throat upon seeing it. [i]It's big[/i], he thought. Big enough to generate some pause as he focused on the shape of Ian's warhead so arrogantly impressed on the fabric. The length connecting it to the balls was nothing paltry either.

It was a reaction Ian was used to. He did the rest for Asgore, tugging the front part of his waistband down with his thumb. Sprung first were his dazzling, black pubes, a thrush of darkness so thick Asgore could not see the skin beneath. Ian used that first inch of bent shaft to free his cock which swung up and forward into the same space as Asgore's. Not yet fully hard, Asgore's impression of its size was still great. Wrapped in skin just one shade darker than the rest of him, it possessed a mass visibly greater than Asgore's with an equal girth and unmatched length. A cylinder of smoothness descended from the glans where his foreskin had been cut free. His balls were choked in their purse by the soft squeeze of his waistband. Heavy and ovoid, they seemed to thrum with an exigent need to cum.

Asgore's stomach was in knots. “Oh my…" he said quietly. And Ian was making him feel small before.

“Enough for you, big guy?" Ian asked cheekily. He cupped the root of his rod with his thumb and bounced it twice, slinging that fat snake at Asgore tauntingly.

Asgore laughed weakly. “I'll say."

“Actions speak louder than words. Come on. Give it a touch. I've got a lot of blood to pump if I'm trying to get it hard, which I am. Help me out a little."

“Y-yes." Asgore brought his hand to Ian's pecker and wrapped his fingers around it. Even within his immense grip it managed to poke through the other end, its heated weight a perfect fit in the monster's clutch. Tingles of electricity zipped up Asgore's forearm from the small but solid pulse he felt hammering away at his palm. After another nervous gulp he began stroking Ian. Careful not to mishandle him, he went softly and slowly, poking the topside of his fist into that jungle of pubes while drawing his pommel to the glans.

“Mmmmmmm, that's good. I like that." Ian resumed a steady stroke on Asgore's penis. The two men stood there face to face, pleasing each other with their hands until Ian joined him at full staff. Looking down they saw how much Ian had him by. Side by side, Asgore's cock tip failed to reach the outer frizz of Ian's bush. Used to being so much bigger than everyone else, Asgore felt a small stab of jealousy. It didn't faze him enough to dislike Ian or turn him off. Indeed, his cock throbbed all the more intensely within Ian's grip. “Looks like I got you beat," bragged the human, something he was used to. “Funny, I thought a big guy like you would have me by a few inches."

Asgore deflected his gaze. “Well, I can't be as massive everywhere, you know."

Ian chuckled. “I'm teasing you, sweetie. You're perfect the way you are, and big every where you need to be." He gave him a smooch on the lips. “Why don't we bump uglies a little? I'm sure you'll like it."

“I'm not sure I follow."

“Here, let me show you." Ian paused his handjob to lift Asgore's penis upright, parallel to the two of them. “Do me too, please." Asgore followed orders. Even with the immense height advantage Asgore had, the tip of Ian's cock was in line with his. Ian shuffled closer, crushing their cock muscles together so that their rods were squeezed together between their loins and tummies. Burning and hard, they shared a mutual throb which bled forth some more musty precum. Ian laid one hand on Asgore's shoulder and squeezed it. The other held their dicks together. “How's that?"

Asgore was on the brink again. His nostrils flared with each stuttering inhale while his teeth sank into his bottom lip. “Good," he said with a grunt. “Very good."

“Yeah, I think so too." Then Ian began to hump him. Man flesh battered man flesh, each stiff and leaking pole flattening against the other to generate more pulses of delight. Asgore gasped. The muscles in his thighs quaked. His toes curled in their sandals. He could feel the crunch of Ian's glutes, the thrum of his heartbeat, that masculine aura wafting off him all intoxicating. A girly whimper eked out of the former king who clutched Ian's bare, muscular back. The back of his head thumped against the door. Ian piled on with a firm stroke of his hand. Their members bounced and jostled inside his grip. More of that glassy cock juice flowed, glistening on Ian's fist and lubricating it. “Yeah?" huffed Ian. “You like that big guy? You gonna cum?" He knew he would. He wanted to hear him say it.

“Yes!" whined Asgore, his mien contorting with joy, his mouth open to let flow a series of deep moans and choked huffs. “[i]God! I'm close. I'm going to… Hah… Ohhh…[/i]"

“Mmm, that's what I like to hear." And yet he wanted to hear more. The hand on Asgore's shoulder descended his arm, then grasped the flank of his big, blubbery haunch. The tips of his fingers separated it from its twin before slowly creeping into the canyon between. There the air was hot from the inner body temperature pouring out through his backdoor. Ian homed in on it with his middle finger, prodding his leathery, wrinkled portal to see how the monster would react. He did so invitingly, letting loose a high-pitched squeak timed with a jerky hump into Ian's grasp. Permission given, Ian drilled his finger the rest of the way home, swaddling it in scalding inner flesh never explored.

It did the trick. Upon his entry Asgore felt a bolt of white-hot delight shoot up into his core. His deep, authoritative voice swung high into a sharp squeal. It was cut short when Ian bumped his boy buzzer, an event catalyzing him into an orgasm and paralyzing his lungs. A supernova of bliss went off in Asgore, his big, husky body heaving forward suddenly and almost knocking Ian over. “[i]Hyeeeuuuu-UUUUUHHHH~!!![/i]" From his cock spurted a rope of cum so vehement it smacked Ian underneath the chin. He flinched, but did not stop probing that super-sensitive tailhole and jerking Asgore's cock as it throbbed forth more ivory onto their chests and stomachs.

The climax petered out slowly, not without leaving Asgore in an afterglow so heavy he thought he'd collapse. Every muscle from the waist down trembled something awful. The way he'd wailed plus the heat of his cum pearls on his skin embarrassed him into an even deeper blush than before. “Hahhh… Hahhh… Fffffuck… God… Huhhh… Ohhhhh… Yes. Yes… Uhhhhh…"

“Theeeeeeeere we go~" Ian let go of their poles to scratch Asgore's tummy. “That's a good boy. How did that feel? Pretty good?"

Asgore couldn't think straight. His eyes were still closed as he fought through a euphoric storm of sensations across his crotch and backside. “Y-yes. Oh, yes. It was. My God." His eyes creaked open to see Ian's handsome face smiling up at him. He saw the whips of cum he'd painted Ian's chest and neck with, making his eyes go wide. “Oh God. I'm sorry. I-"

“No, no, no. Don't you dare apologize, big guy. That's [i]exactly[/i] what I wanted out of you. You more than met my expectations." He looked down at his chest and ran a finger through the chest hair between his pecs, drawing with it a single pearl of cum. Ian popped it into his mouth and sucked it clean. “Mmhmm~" His finger came out with a [i]pop![/i] “Yeah, that's very nice."

Asgore let out a long sigh. “Yes, it was. God, my wife's never made me cum that hard."

Ian lit a bright smile as he laughed. “We guys know our bodies better than any woman. At least I do." He gave him another kiss on the mouth. For a brief moment Asgore could taste his own cum, not unpleasant. Ian took a step back to let their peckers fall forward. Asgore's was already limp, shrinking back to the root like a wormy accordion. Ian, meanwhile, was still like stone, invigorated even further by his partner's receptiveness.

Asgore wasn't too pleased by the sight. “You didn't cum."

Ian wasn't chafed. “No, I didn't."

“I'm- I'm sorry. I'm not terribly used to someone as experienced as you." He winced, worrying he'd called Ian a slut.

Even if he'd said that verbatim, it would've been a compliment. “Oh, it's no biggie, sweetheart. Like I said, it's exactly what I wanted you to do. But, if you really want to make it up to me…" He rubbed his cock slowly. “You can."

An involuntary inhale swelled Asgore's chest. “Yes, I think I will." Timidly, he reached for Ian's tool and began stroking it.

“Try getting on your knees," said Ian. “It's easier."

That knot in Asgore's stomach tightened. “Y-yeah." The former King lumbered to his knees awkwardly, threatening to topple over backwards and blow the booth door out of its frame. Quite suddenly, the height difference had been reversed and then some. Now it was Asgore who looked up at Ian and who was eye to eye with that monolithic fuck pillar. The smell of it, obnoxious, strong, and pleasant, hit Asgore in the nose full force, implanting itself on the back of his throat and melting his olfactory. “God…"

He brought a timid hand to Ian's cock and wrapped his fingers around it to resume stroking him. It mesmerized him just to stare down its barrel, that tiny slit at its apex staring back at him enticingly. Ian watched from above, pleased more by the dumb look on the monster's face than his tender hand. Part of him wanted to instruct Asgore on what to do, but curiosity said wait and see, to hope that his effeminate side would take hold and make the next move.

It did like an oncoming tide, memories of forced masculinity locked under the further reaches of Asgore's psyche so that he could indulge himself for once. His lips puckered and fell upon Ian's tip, delivering the tiniest smooch. His icy blue eyes crossed on the head, currently ensconced within his mouth. Asgore closed his eyes, kissed Ian's cock again, then opened his mouth and enveloped the glans.

A long exhale blew out Ian's nose. “Mmmmmmmm, that's it, big guy." He laid his hand on Asgore's scalp and rubbed around his soft blonde hair. “Take your time. Go easy."

Asgore did so at first. He savored the fleshy texture laid upon his tongue, its coppery taste imbued by Ian's precum welling through the rest of his mouth. Some instinct installed by God knows what kept his jaw slack, leaving his lips to implode on the girth of Ian's pole. A soft murr echoed through his nose and buzzed Ian, pleasing him further. Ian's appreciation came in the form of a quiet moan and a clutch of Asgore's hair. Emboldened, Asgore sucked ever so harder and began to bob his head across those first few inches, glossing them in his spit.

Ian maintained his laissez faire by keeping quiet other than his soft grunts and humming moans. The monster was massive, but he could apply his mouth with a certain gentleness seldom encountered by those so eager to please. It was so sweet, enough to pull Ian closer and closer to cumming. Watching Asgore's snout drift down his length and swoop back was a pleasure of its own, enough to entertain him forever.

Asgore, high on their mutual pleasure, started going deeper, deeper. The must slicked through Ian's bush was so enticing. He was ready to feel his nose tap into that manly frizz, but the approach of Ian's cockhelmet on his throat held him back. Undeterred, Asgore continued bobbing his head and filling the booth with those rudely wet suction noises. [i]Schlllk. Shllllp. Schhllllll-[/i]

“[i]Ulk![/i]" Asgore went too far. He opened his mouth with a slight gag and had to pull off with gobs of spit drooling down his lip and off Ian's dick. He put his hand on his chest and cleared his throat. “Oh dear. Sorry."

Ian blinked and licked his lips. “It's OK. Like I said, take it easy. First time sucking dick, I see."

Asgore chuckled at the vulgarity. “That obvious?"

“Don't worry. I've been there too. Just keep going. Not much longer and I'm going to bust."

Asgore frowned. “Should I swallow that?"

“If you want to. I should've asked. Where do you want it?"

He didn't have to think too hard. “In my mouth. I'll leave it in my mouth and swallow it."

Ian liked the sound of that. “Say no more, sweetheart. Get to it."

Asgore did as he was told, resuming right where he'd left off in both pace and depth. [i]Schllllp. Schlllllulk. Schlllllllllk.[/i] One hand pulled Ian's underwear the rest of the way down so that his nuts hung free. Asgore took the duty of cradling them, another idea came naturally albeit without known origin. Ian's head swooned back. His jaw hung limply.

“Ohhhhh, fuck. Yeah, sweetie. Ahhh, that's good. Hahhhh…"

Asgore went on, more aware of his limits and desperate for the load waiting for him within the confines of Ian's cum tanks. The muscle would pulse against his tongue. Globs of coppery precum would bleed into his throat, further saturating him with that masculine taste. The moans and groans from above grew louder, announcing Ian's impending climax before he could.

“Shit. Ahhhhh, Asgore. I'm cumming. [i]Gonna cum! Huhhh~![/i]" His head lurched forward with a clenched jaw and snarling lips. “[i]Fuck! FUCK![/i]" His climax burst forth with a throb and a heave. Asgore felt it pounce into the back of his mouth like a sharp jab. His eyes bugged from their sockets. Reflex made him jerk back, but Ian's grip on his hair was too firm. Very quickly he learned to relax and absorb the cum ropes as they came. He moved his hand from Ian's balls and began stroking the rest of Ian's shaft not buried in his mouth. His free hand was between his own thighs, fingering his limpen penis.

The rest of that load was dutifully swallowed without error or complaint. A punch-drunk Ian was left teetering where he stood, relying on the hand atop Asgore's head for added balance. “Oh fuck. Hahhh… Shit. That was good. Mmm… Yeah."

Asgore removed himself once his hair was let go of. Ian's cock slumped free of his lips, leaving behind a well of spit and seed which went down in one big gulp. Asgore opened his eyes, a glowing smile lightening his already cheery features when he looked up at Ian. “That was good, I take it."

Ian, still panting, laughed. “Yeah! It was, haha. Hooo, fuck. You're better at that than you think you are."

Asgore wiped his lips with the back of his wrist. “Well, I suppose it helps to start with a cock as nice as yours."

“Heh, you're too sweet."

Ian helped Asgore to his feet. The two men started to kiss again, sweeter this time. They tasted themselves in each other's mouths, something that would become a recurring theme between the two. Asgore's bum still rang from when Ian had fingered it. A fire had been lit, one never to be put out. They parted with Asgore's lip straining through Ian's teeth. Opening their eyes revealed their nakedness and the fact that they were in a booth.

“Well, that was fun," Asgore said. “Thank you."

Ian laughed and backed away. “You're very welcome. I should thank you for letting me do all that digging for you." He reached for his pants and underwear. While pulling them up his cock and balls were squeezed back underneath his cup. “If you ever need to borrow my shovel, just ask."

Asgore giggled. “I'll be glad to."

After getting dressed and cleaning themselves with the wipes waiting for them on the table, the two lovers exited the booth. “I'll go and pay our tab," Ian said before they left the hallway. “Look out for my number on Grindr."

Asgore nodded. “Of course." Back out on the floor of the bar he found most of the same crowd who'd greeted him when he first entered. The attention now, however, was even more intense. They'd seen him before. The novelty of his monsterhood had worn off, but they couldn't keep their eyes off him as he wandered through them, his head and horns held high, a smile on his face, the feeling of unbelonging washed away. Asgore strode his way to the door, a monster having found his place with the humans.

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