Malapar and Friend
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Malapar's eyes flickered open. He was caked from the previous night's erotic event, and as he sat up some of it broke off and fell to the floor. He moaned sorely and looked around, his eyes widening when he realized what he had done to his room. The walls were splashed with white, crusts of his semen staining it all around. His bed was still wet - completely soaked, and his formerly brown headboard was caked white as well. He couldn't help but smile, his cock starting to stir as he remembered how amazing last night was - and that was just one session by himself! He thought of how fun it would be to show off for someone else.
He looked down and saw his cock crawling up his torso. "Save it, big guy," he said, grinning. He got up and walked to the shower, his semi erection flopping in front of him, slapping his thighs for every step he took, which made him even harder. By the time he reached the bathroom his cock was at full mast, sticking straight out and preceding him by well over 18 inches. He stared at his trembling meat, his heart starting to beat faster, causing veins to begin pushing out and throb. His cock bounced lightly in front of him as it pulsated. He squeezed the base and moaned softly as a rope of precum oozed out and landed on the ground. "Ohhh yeah..." he slowly moved his palm up his shaft, ending at the fat head. He smeared the precum in it with his thumb, his knees buckling. He regained control before he fell, though, and shook his head, trying to get rid of this erection. "Save it, save it," he told himself. "I want a nice big load for whoever's lucky enough to play with it."
He got in the shower and cleaned himself, resisting the urge to feel himself up - to rub his bulging muscles and swaying cock. Water traveled through the gap between his pecs and then through the lines of his eight pac abs, dripping down his softening shaft and falling like a waterfall from his cockhead. He moaned softly again as he rubbed his body with soap, eyes closed, feeling his wonderful hard muscles. Before he knew it he felt his cockhead colliding with the wall. Malapar opened his eyes and saw that he was thrusting the air, his cock smearing against the shower wall and staining it with more precum before the water washed it away. "Damn it!" he growled, and finished up quickly.
The towel around his waist had difficulty staying on, as his large erection kept trying to poke through. Dressing was even worse. His clothes felt tighter than ever, and it took ages before he found a pair of pants that fit him and his constant erection. Painfully, Malapar pushed his cock down until it rested against his inner thigh, and then quickly pulled his pants up to his waist before it could spring out and slap him on the chest. He grunted, clearly uncomfortable, but it was all that would work before he acquired a new pair. He stepped in front of the mirror to see if his bulge was obvious.
Obvious was a gross understatement. His shaft bulged against his jeans obscenely, clearly outlined. It could be seen traveling down his leg, the bulbous head jutting out next to his knee as though he had stuffed a tennis ball down there.
"Mmm, wow..." Malapar said, admiring his reflection. He squinted as his erection grew even harder, the outline visibly throbbing, trying to push its way out of his jeans. Before he knew it, a wet spot had formed next to his knee, growing quickly. "Gotta have this taken care of quickly," he said to himself, closing his eyes and trying to calm down by picturing his mother. When they opened again, the baseball bat that was formerly in his jeans was now just a snake coiling down his thigh. The wet spot remained, however. Malapar fixed the collar of his shirt white shirt and went out. He also silently apologized to his mother for using her that way.
Names floated through his head. Jarren or Glen from college, Galth from work, Bob from accounting....He stopped and smiled. The visage of a wolf he knew from high school, and still occasionally spoke with online, popped into his head. Kyle.
Mal had met Kyle in elementary school, and they were best friends through middle school. However, one night at a sleep over they found themselves experimenting, and that led to an awkward morning. They had stayed separated for a while until high school, where things picked up again but didn't stop until graduation. He was a great fuck buddy who had always found Mal hot, but wait until he saw him now! Mal made the call.
"Hello?"
"Kyle? It's Malapar. How you doing?" Mal said in a deep voice, trying to sound seductive.
There was a pause. "Wow, really? I'm good Mal, how are you? Didn't think I'd be talking to you on the phone any time soon."
"Yeah it's great, I know. But here's another surprise: how about we meet up again? Just like old times."
Mal could sense Kyle's anticipation. "R-really? Yeah, of course. I'd like that."
"Good, good. I've just been thinking about you for the past few days and uh...I kind of miss what we had goin'."
"Yeah, me too. Sometimes I think about those nights we had and I can't get them out of my head," he laughed nervously at his masturbation reference. "You want me to come over? Or - "
"Yes. Stop by tonight. I'll give you a time you won't soon forget." Mal gave Kyle the address and said goodbye. He walked back into his room. "I'd better clean this..."
The house was clean by night. Mal had just finished when he heard a knock at the door, which he answered after putting his cleaning supplies away (hiding them in the closet). The door swung open and there stood Kyle, as high as Mal's chest. The wolf blinked at the hulking body that stood before him, his gaze slowly going up, up, until it reached Mal's face.
"Hey Kyle, long time no see," Mal smiled, stepping back to let the wolf in. "Take a seat in the living room. I'll get you a drink."
Kyle smiled, a little nervous, and walked down the hall. Mal checked him out. His butt looked lovely in those gym shorts, supple and begging to be squeezed. Prominent but firm. Mal cringed as he felt his cock come to life. "Save it, save it," he said, composing himself. He got two beers and plopped onto the couch next to Kyle.
"Thanks," Kyle said, taking it and quaffing a large gulp. "Mal, I have to say, you've gotten a lot...bigger."
Mal smirked. "Yeah, I've been working out a lot." He eyes Kyle down. The boy was pretty lean. Small and thin, but muscular as well. Athletic. Fit. "You're looking pretty good yourself."
"Yeah, I took up swimming a few years ago. It's been good to me."
"Yes, I can see that," Mal winked and took a drink. Kyle smiled at this. He smiled wider when Mal put a hand on his knee. "I'm glad to see you again Kyle. You really were what made life fun back then."
"Same here, Mal. Have you uh...been with anyone else?"
"A few here and there," Mal said casually. In reality, the anticipation of what was to come was making him hot. He felt his erection starting to slide down his leg, bulging against the inner thigh closest to Kyle, making it harder for the wolf to see, luckily. "Nothing serious, though. You?"
"Me too, really. Some other swimmers I've hooked up with in the locker room. All in good fun."
Mal didn't want any more small talk. He had invited Kyle over for a reason, and Kyle knew just what that reason was. They obviously both wanted it, but for some reason they felt the need to delay it in order to "get to know each other" better. Why did people have such a compulsion? Mal thought to himself. We should be able to be animals when we want to.
Mal pat Kyle's knee and chuckled. It was time to show the goods. "Another beer?" He stood up to get it before Kyle could respond, his pants tighter around his ass thanks to the strain his cock was causing them. When he returned with the drinks, he walked more slowly, waiting for Kyle to glance over, which he did.
Kyle's mouth dropped and his eyes bulged. As Mal approached him, his gaze never changed, fixated firmly on the huge bulge Mal was sporting.
"You okay?" Mal asked, feigning innocence.
"Mal, is that...is that your _dick?" _
Mal grinned, setting the drinks down and putting his hands on his hips. He was loving the attention, and Kyle's face only showed more astonishment when his cock starting throbbing, bulging even more through the jeans as Mal's heart beat. "Yeah, I guess you could say I grew a bit. Go on, take a look." The wet spot that had dried was growing again.
Kyle reached out and placed a hand on the shaft. Like electricity was surged through him, he shivered, squeezing the erection. "I...I can't believe it. There's no way that's your cock."
"Take off the pants and have a look, then. They're killing me."
Kyle didn't hesitate. He fell off the chair and to his knees, fondling with Mal's belt and sliding it off before unbuttoning the jeans. He stopped for a moment, breathing heavily, as though building anticipation to make the pay off all the more exciting. Slowly, he dragged Mal's jeans down. A fat, pink shaft was revealed, and as the jeans were dragged down and down, more and more was revealed, as though it would never end. Veins throbbed against the taught skin, pounding with excitement.
Kyle started to drool when the jeans were half down to Mal's knees, and still more of that throbbing cock was revealed. Mal chuckled and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off and putting his hands back on his hips, intentionally flexing his strong abs for Kyle to marvel over later. Finally, Kyle had reached Mal's knees, just above his cockhead. With a swift final yank, Mal's cock sprang free, the shaft slapping under Kyle's chin, cockhead rubbing against his chest, oozing pre onto his shirt. Kyle gasped. "There's no way..."
"Way," Mal smiled. "You like it?"
"It's so BIG. I can't believe it. Where's your tape measure?"
"That drawer in the kitchen."
Kyle scrambled up and retrieved it. He came back and got to his knees again, stretching the tape measure from Mal's base to his head, trying not to touch it as though it were a sacred object. Still, Mal's cock was throbbing hard, bouncing upwards a tad with every pulse and touching the tape measure as it was stretched across. "Jesus...19 inches long."
"19 eh? Seems I've grown an inch. Go on, work that cock before I do."
Kyle stared at the long, pulsing meat for a while before finally grabbing it with both hands, even then not being able to close his fingers all the way around it. "I didn't think it was possible..." he marveled, stroking it slowly, involuntarily emitting a short guttural moan as a rope of clear, delicious precum oozed out and landed on his leg. His cock had immediately erected, a large tent jutting out from his pants.
"Seems to be that you like it," Mal teased, noting Kyle's straining cock.
Kyle held Mal's cock by the base and pointed it up, pressing it against Mal's body. He brushed the head across one of Mal's nipples, making the bull shudder, legs bending and trembling. Kyle slowly brought the mammoth back down to his level, moaning again as he watched a rope of precum stretch between Mal's cockhead and nipple. "I love it. It's just...so big..."
"Heh, well you're taking too long." Mal grabbed his cock and bent his head down, extending his tongue to lap at the dollop of pre collecting before taking it in his mouth. He arched his lower back, hands on his bottom, and thrust his hips, shoving more cock into his mouth, keeping his head stationary. He looked at Kyle through narrow eyes, teasing him beyond belief.
"Jesus..." Kyle moaned, twitching all over, his tent throbbing. Kyle's legs squeezed together, the wolf grunting and lightly thrusting the air as he came in his pants. "JESUS! Oh my- UHHHH..." he moaned, eyes never leaving the hot display Mal was giving him. "So fucking hot..." he moaned, throwing his head back, letting it roll around as he lost himself in the pleasure of his orgasm. His lap was growing wetter and wetter, until it looked as though he had spilled a glass of water on it. some stray splashes even made it through the clothing. "Fuck, Mal," he panted after his orgasm had subsided. "I've never cum without touching myself before. You're so HOT!" He immediately tore his shirt off, his lean, fit body revealed, and then removed his pants and underwear. His nine inches of wolf cock jutted out, still hard as rock, a tennis-ball knot throbbing.
Seeing Kyle's hot and needing body spurred Mal to thrust harder into his mouth. He clenched his muscular bottom hard, slurping his cock, making popping and sucking noises that seemed to agitate Kyle all the more. Pre and spit waterfalled down his cock, dripping from his swinging bull balls.
Kyle raised himself and let his palms roam Mal's body as he licked and slurped on that big cock with the bull. He moaned as he cupped the bull's bulging pecs and washboard abs, loving how his gigantic dick throbbed against his tongue, the taste of the fluids coating the member making him hungrier and hungrier.
Mal finally let his cock pop out of his mouth and fall, landing on Kyle's shoulder with a thud. The wolf promptly took it in his hands and shoved the fat head into his own mouth, not caring how tight the fit was. He was barely able to get his tongue out to swirl along the glands, working hard to get more meat down his throat. "Yeah, suck that big cock," Mal growled, worshipping his own body as the wolf worked him closer to the impending eruption. It wouldn't take long, especially with the still-fresh excitement of having a new, humungous cock brewing inside him and surging his sexual wants to impossible levels.
Kyle did what he could to worship the member, using both hands to jerk it while sucking on the head and licking the glands, sending shudders through Mal's body, whose marble thighs quivered and buckled constantly. Kyle's own cock was throbbing like mad, a puddle of pre forming on the floor, his balls soaking in it. He fondled the bull's melon-sized low hangers, loving when they lifted towards Mal's cock to feed it more precum that trickled down his throat.
"Stop....Stop!" Mal said, trying to pop his cock out of Kyle's eager mouth with difficulty. The wolf just leaned forward, trying to keep that delicious meat inside him, but finally he fell forward, catching himself on all fours. He immediately turned around and lifted his rear, tail swishing madly, his tight hole quivering and begging to be filled. "Please. I need to feel that huge thing inside me. Just...go easy."
Mal looked at that gorgeous, tight rump. He squeezed each mound of solid meat, shuddering delightedly as his cock thumped against his chest, spurting pre all over his chin and pecs. He wanted to enter so badly, but was afraid he wouldn't last long. He was close enough to orgasm as it was. "I'll fill you up for round two. But for now, flip over. I'm gonna coat you from head to toe."
"Oh, you got a big load saved up for me?" the wolf quickly turned onto his back, propping his upper body up with his elbows on the ground. His cock oozed all over his belly, a stream trickling down to his thigh. "I can't imagine how much cum a cock that big has. You've leaked enough pre to constitute several of my loads already."
"Oh, you should have seen the mess I made last night by myself," Mal said. His cock also remembered last night's event, and thumped harder against his chest audibly, splattering pre all over him. "Fuck..." he moaned. His mighty dick seemed to inflate, growing even bigger somehow, turning a deep shade of red, veins flexing and bulging all over. "This talk's got me ready to cum without me even touching myself."
"Yeah?" Kyle spread his legs, practically writhing on the ground with pleasure and anticipation. "You like me telling you how much I like your cock? How badly I want you to coat me in your seed? God, it must be like a fire hose when that thing erupts. I bet you can't even control it." His dick spurt a wad of pre onto his chest. He fell onto his back, moaning so loudly Mal was afraid the neighbors would hear. "I can feel it already. All that warm spunk all over my body. It'd feel so good..."
Mal's knees buckled again. He barely managed to catch himself on the coffee table, his cock slapping against his mouth as he was hunched over. He resisted the urge to take it in and stood up again.
"And that body..." Kyle said, trying to coax the load out of Mal without the bull having to do anything but listen. "So ripped. So much muscle. It makes my cock ache just looking at you.
"Yeah?" Malapar grunted, breathing heavily. His member was swollen beyond belief, an few inches of girth being added and lost as it throbbed mightily. His hands trembled, hovering over his shaft, wanting so badly to jerk it and let it be done.
"Ah, ah ah. Don't you touch it." Kyle wagged his finger. Mal hesitated, but complied. "But yes, your body," Kyle continued. "You're practically bursting out of your skin, you're so tense right now. I just want to bury my head in those pecs. So meaty, so strong..." He was unable to resist. He crawled onto all fours again before standing up, approaching the bull. Mal shuddered as his cockhead poked the wolf's stomach, then traveled up the wolf's body as Kyle got closer, sandwiching Mal's meat between their bodies. The bull almost exploded, a spurt of pre as large as a normal person's load splashing the wolf in the face.
Kyle ignore this, he was so transfixed by Mal's body. He placed a palm on that heaving chest, moaning softly as he slowly closed his fingers, squeezing the muscle. His palm traveled over Mal's shoulder and then down his arm, resting at his bicep, the muscle trembling and twitching. He looked up at Mal pleadingly, and the bull met his wishes. He took a deep breath to calm himself, and slowly brought up his arm. A titanic mountain of muscle rose, growing higher and higher as he brought his fist closer to his head. Kyle's palm traveled up, up, up, rubbing all over that huge basketball-sized muscle. He dug his face onto it, licking it, kissing it, caressing it. He was humping Mal's leg without knowing it, and suddenly he seized up as he came.
The wolf's second orgasm unloaded all over Mal's thigh and crotch, more and more spunk spurting out as the wolf thrust against the bull. He moaned in Mal's ear, the soft swish of air entering his canal making his eyes flicker. That, and the warm seed coating his base threw him over the edge. "Shit...Oh God..." Mal moaned, his urethra bulging at the base as a tidal wave of bullseed gathered. He pushed the wolf off of him and, understanding, Kyle sat eagerly on the floor, caressing Mal's calf with his foot.
A series of huffs and grunts escaped Malapar, the bull hunching over slightly before shooting straight up, back arched, cock jutting out at an impossibly larger length and girth, heavy with all the blood throbbing inside it. Cum exploded from the apple-sized head - a constant, wrist-thick stream of it splashing so forcibly against Kyle that he was forced onto his back. "YEAH!" Mal roared, thrusting the air, his cock slapping against his body as he did, cum shooting towards the ceiling and raining down on him. He felt the hot spatters of it coating his head and back.
Kyle was writhing on the ground as the rain of cum coated him. He rubbed his body all over, kneading the spooge into his fur, licking himself and reveling in its delicious taste.
Mal was lost in his pleasure. His first stream finally ended after near 15 seconds, only to lead to another one of equal power. Kyle crawled over to Mal, got to his knees, and furiously jacked the bull off, feeling the cum traveling through the bulging urethra on his palms. He licked Mal's cock all over, putting his face in the way of the explosion a few times to catch a mouthful.
Mal cupped over his pecs, thrusting into Kyle's hands violently, his cum continuing to rain on the both of them. "FUUUCK! MORE!" he roared, composing himself enough to bend his head down and slurp on his cock. Kyle joined him, his lips kissing all over the bull's member, spooge spurting out of Mal's bloated cheeks and waterfalling down his cock. Kyle licked up all the stray streams of spunk, but found it difficult as the bull kept thrusting into his own maw.
Finally, with a loud pop, Mal's cock fell out of his mouth, its fall being intercepted by Kyle's body, which received the final spurt of cum. Mal was panting heavily, arms at his sides, body slick with his cum.
Kyle sat there, eyes never leaving that member. "So...ready to put it in?"
"Oh, you bet your tight ass I am."
_Should I continue? _