Broadening Ken's Horizons - Chapter 4 - Tank's A Lot
Here's Chapter 4. I thought a witty title might be appropriate.
The usual warnings apply. This is adult material.
"Sorry, Tom," continued the mystery voice.
Tom was still holding me to his chest and I was straining to look over his shoulder to see who 'Tank' was. I felt Tom's softening cock finally slip free from my battered hole. A torrent of cum gushed out behind it, splattering noisily on the floor.
"Oh, sorry, Ken," Tom said as he slowly lowered me to the floor. My feet landed unsteadily into a gigantic pool of horse spunk. "This is Tank, my roommate."
"I can see why you call him Tank," I replied after I looked up and saw the jet black horse standing a few feet away. He was wearing a loose pair of running shorts and a tank top.
I thought Tom was huge, but Tank had about six inches of height on Tom and was even beefier all over. Even though his shorts were loose, I could tell he had a pretty impressive package.
I wasn't sure, but Tank appeared to be either a Shire or a Percheron. He had black fur, a black mane and tail and white stockings and feathers. He was definitely a monster.
"Nice to meet you, Ken," he replied, smiling. Then he turned to Tom. "Damn, roomie, you fucking a human?"
"Sure," he answered. "Anything wrong with that?"
I was looking down at the puddle around my feet again, first relieved there wasn't any blood in it, then amazed at the sheer volume. It was still dribbling out of my ass.
"Nah, I'm just kidding with ya, Tom," he replied. "I'm actually impressed that you got that big piece of meat inside the poor guy. Or, at least half of it."
"Actually, he got the whole thing inside me," I beamed. Tank's eyes widened and his jaw went slack.
"The whole thing?" he asked, incredulously. "The whole eighteen damn inches?"
I looked up at Tom, hardly believing that I had eighteen inches of horse cock stuffed inside me. Instead of refuting the fact and presenting a more believable, smaller figure, Tom simply grinned and nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"I'm impressed, Ken," said Tank.
"Thanks," I replied. "It sure surprised me."
"I was going to shower up once I got home, but I might as well clean up here," Tank stated as he headed towards the lockers.
He flipped open locker number 3 and pulled his shirt off, tossing it in. Then he peeled off his shorts and the jock strap underneath it. He grabbed a towel from the cabinet, then turned around to face us.
"Anyone care to join me?" he asked, smiling.
I glanced over and checked out Tank. He had an even more perfect set of abs leading down to a big sheath with a dark brown cockhead already peeking out, and a gigantic pair of low-hanging balls swinging between two tree trunk sized legs.
"Sure," I heard Tom say as he started walking past me. He stopped and looked back at me, still standing in the sticky puddle on the floor. "Come on, Ken. Looks like you could use another shower."
I followed Tom and grabbed a fresh towel on the way. I was still dribbling a small trail of cum across the floor. Tank had already turned on the water and was standing under one of the shower heads letting the water cascade down his body.
Tom and I each walked up to our own individual shower heads and let the steaming water rinse off all the cum from his fur and my skin.
After I let the water rinse through my hair and opened my eyes, I stole a quick glance over at Tom. He was still just rinsing off, a few inches of his cock dangling out of his sheath. He saw me looking and gave me a quick wink, then nodded his head over in Tank's direction.
I looked over at Tank and saw him standing with his head back, enjoying the water cascading down his head and neck. I looked further down and saw his huge hand wrapped around his flaccid cock. The base of it was extremely thick, thicker than Tom's. It was still obviously very flaccid as it swung around from Tank pulling on it, but was already over a foot long.
I looked back at Tom, who was already pulling on his own cock, letting it slide out of his sheath back towards its full length. I glanced back over at Tank. He was still at it. His cock was still flaccid but was already dangling down to his knees. Damn! How big is that thing?
Tank looked down and saw me staring at his show, smiling at me. He let go of the cock, letting it hang limp, then motioned for me to come over. I couldn't resist. I had to see this monster up close.
I stooped down and, with both hands, lifted the giant member up. Looking up towards the sheath, I watched a few more inches slowly slide out before the entire thing started to finally stiffen. I slowly ran both of my hands along the length of it, admiring the smooth texture. I watched intently as it fully hardened and admired the really thick veins popping out along the length.
I slowly ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, taking a little time to attend to his sheath. Then I circled down to those huge balls. He had a really low-hanging sack - almost like you would find on a bull. I hefted one of his grapefruit-sized balls in each hand, marveling at the weight of each one. I gave his nutsack a thorough tongue washing before returning to his cock.
Tom had walked up by this time, preceded by his fully erect eighteen inches. He stood face to face with Tank so that their cocks were right next to each other.
"Think you could handle Tank?" Tom asked me, a smile spreading over his face.
I looked back down at the two cocks. Tank had about six inches of length on Tom, and a good inch or more of girth on him the entire length of his massive pole.
"I doubt it," I replied. "You pretty much bottomed out in me. No way that huge thing would fit. Hell, his head is as big around as the base of your cock."
"Well, you are still clean, and pretty well stretched out already," Tom pointed out.
"I don't know," I replied. "I'm pretty beat from our fuck, Tom. Best I could do now is maybe give you a hand job, Tank. If you want."
"How about a compromise," offered Tank. "It's been a while since I've had some ass. How about if I just push in whatever you're comfortable with so I can get my nut off?"
"OK, I'll try," I replied. "Tom, you have any more lube?"
"Be right back," he replied, as he jogged out to retrieve the bottle, then returned and handed it to Tank.
"Go easy on him, Tank," he said. "I don't need to be losing patients."
"Sure thing," he replied as he started drizzling lube all down his shaft. I watched as he spread it evenly down the pole, the dark brown skin glistening. Then he turned me around and I bent over. I felt the warm river of lube run down my ass crack and felt him smear it around my open hole with his fingers.
"Ready?" Tank asked.
"Yes," I replied.
I felt the huge head at my hole and a pair of powerful hands grab me by the hips. I closed my eyes and relaxed as best I could. Fortunately, Tank was taking it very slow, working his head around my hole, gently trying to push it on through. I felt my asshole slowly continue to widen as he gently worked with his cock, occasionally pouring a little more lube over the entrance.
Just as I thought my opening couldn't stretch any wider, I felt the head slide on in, allowing my overstretched ring to slowly contract over the thick shaft. I heard Tank moan in pleasure at the small conquest. I wondered how much of the remaining twenty-two inches or so he would actually be able to use on me. I was guessing half or less.
Tank turned me around a bit so I could lean against the shower wall, which was a great relief. Plus, it gave him a more solid target. He let go of my hips and leaned against the wall, himself. His massive frame towered over my own.
Then I felt the massive cockhead start ever so slowly pushing into my lower colon. Tom was right about this lube. It sure did work well.
"You doing OK down there?" Tank asked.
"Yeah, doing fine so far," I replied between short breaths.
I felt his cockhead continuing to plow slowly on up inside me, several inches deep now, from what I could tell. Then his cockhead ran into my lower bend. I figured this was probably the limit, but I pushed against the intruder like I did with Tom's cock to at least give it a try.
I felt Tank shift around a bit, removing one of his hands from the wall and grabbing his cock. He slowly moved his cock around in little circular motions. I could feel the head ever so gradually starting to push its way past the bend until I felt the pressure go away.
At first, I thought he had pulled back, but after he returned his free hand back to the wall and started leaning into me, I could feel the huge head continuing on up inside me. It continued to make slow progress to the point where I could feel the head starting to push out against the inside of my abs. At the same time, I felt the medial ring nestle up against my overstetched hole. I was aching at this point.
"Tank, I can't take any more," I said back over my shoulder. "Not right now."
"Hey, no problem, man," he replied. "I'm about to blow a load anyway."
I looked to my left and saw Tom pretty close by, stroking his raging erection. I reached over with one hand trying to reach it. Tank noticed my efforts and turned us both so I was facing Tom's cock head on.
I gripped Tom's veiny shaft with both hands and started pumping it for him. Meanwhile, Tank had started pulling his cock out and shoving it back in up to the medial ring. With each outward stroke, I could feel the already huge cockhead expand a little more, eventually preventing it from pushing past my bend. Instead, I found that the big head was now massaging my prostate, about to send me over the edge.
At the same time, I saw Tom's cockhead growing as well, right in front of my face. Tom reached down and grabbed the base of his cock and reared back his head about the same time I felt Tank pull me back onto his cock as far as he could, which wasn't very deep at this point, given the massive volume of his flared cockhead.
At almost exactly the same moment, both of the mighty equines let out a deafening whinney. The sound was reverberating off of the tile walls.
I saw Tom's cockhead start spewing the first thick stream of cum, gushing straight at my face like a fire hose. At the same time, I felt the shaft of Tank's cock expand and a solid rush of hot cum streamed up into my colon. It was a long, steady stream that went on seemingly forever, quickly filling my lower colon to the point I could feel my abs start to bulge out from the pressure and the volume.
I had already closed my eyes in anticipation of Tom's cum hitting me square in the face. I had also opened my mouth, knowing I couldn't hope to catch but a small amount of the stream. The first stream instantly filled my mouth to overflowing, causing me to gag a bit. I managed to swallow a fair amount of the salty spunk, opening my mouth a couple more times to get another couple gulps down before the flow subsided.
After Tank's seemingly endless stream of cum subsided, my colon felt nearly full. I was exhausted. The only thing left to do now was to wait for that huge flared head to shrink down enough to pull it out of my tender asshole. Or so I thought.
I noticed that Tank still had a firm grip on my hips. I looked back over my shoulder to see him with his eyes clenched shut and his jaw set in a look of pure concentration. Incredibly, I felt his thick cock swell up inside me again, the veins protruding from the surface of what cock I could see between us.
That's when his second heavy stream of cum erupted from his flared head. I felt it pushing the first load further up into me, gurgling through my intestinal tract, filling my colon even tighter. Tom noticed my anxiety by this time and reached under my arms to steady me. I felt like I was about to pass out. The second stream started to finally subside, to my relief.
"Damn, Tank, that was a hell of a load," Tom said, feeling down my abs with one hand, noticing how tight I was. "Might want to pull out if you can."
"Just...one...more..." Tank strained out between clenched teeth. He still had a death grip on my hips and I could tell that Tom was trying to pull me away from him.
"No, Tank!" I heard Tom yell.
I felt the cock swell up again inside me and, oddly enough, I started shooting my own heavy load, splattering the floor at Tom's feet. Then I remember everything going black.
"Ken! Ken! Can you hear me?" Tom was waving smelling salts under my nose.
"Uhm, yeah," I replied, trying to get my bearings.
I came to and realized I was still impaled on Tank's cock. My gut was straining really bad, but it didn't feel like anything had burst from what I could tell. Fortunately, Tank's cockhead was starting to shrink. I felt the tremendous pressure in my bowels start to force the cum past the head and shaft and start splattering on the floor.
Tank let go of my hips and started gently pulling his cock out of my hole. The head finally exited with a plop, followed by a torrent of cum. Tank and Tom both gently picked me up and carried me over to a toilet, where I could sit while the river of cum continued to run out of my body, finally slowing to a trickle.
"Man, I'm sorry about that," Tank said, apologetically.
"Hey, it's OK," I replied weakly.
"We need to get you home, Ken," said Tom. "You need to rest."
"Yeah, that would be good," I replied.
"Did you drive here?" Tom asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "My car is in the parking lot."
"You're in no condition to drive, man," Tank interjected. "One of us can drive you home. What are you driving?"
"Honda Civic," I replied. I looked up at the two eight-foot plus equines and saw them exchanging glances. Then we all started laughing.
"That's not gonna work," chuckled Tom. "Come on and get dressed. You can stay at our place tonight. It's only two blocks away."
A half hour later, I was nestled comfortably on a hide-a-bed in the equines' living room, where I quickly dozed off into a deep, restful sleep.