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Samson didn't hesitate any longer. He kicked his shoes off and immediately shoved his pants down. There was his cock, a pillar of black so titanic that it rivaled the two muscular legs flanking it. It sank out of the bottom leg of his underwear which did little to censor anything. Trevor was rewarded with the sight of his streaming black veins and wrinkled foreskin. The thoroughly blessed Trevor could not stop his eyes from going wide. He never thought he'd feel jealousy from another man's endowment, but here he was feeling small for the very first time in his life. It was a reaction Samson was used to. With a smirk he pulled down his underwear, liberating that barbarically swollen sack of his. His pole was allowed to assume its natural form, hung forward with a weight like an entire person, hanging mere inches from the floor below. Its breadth matched Trevor's calves. It reminded Trevor of the black bollards he had seen on the sidewalk outside, if more flaccid. It would've only taken a small squat for Samson to touch the tip to the floor. It wouldn't have been much further when his balls would do the same. It managed to make Samson's explosive muscles look underwhelming. It buzzed the very atmosphere with a presence so grand that it made Trevor shiver.

"Wow..." Trevor said tonelessly. "You're... pretty big." With his mind muddied with stupor, that was all he could say.

"You think so?" Samson asked sarcastically. He grabbed the underside of his glans and rubbed it, pulling back his foreskin from his helmet and letting more precum hit the floor below. The smell was something awful, making Trevor's nose jitter. "Not gonna lie... I've never shown this to a client before. You've got me on fire."

"I see that." He sat up, grinning from ear to ear like a child. "Something tells me you wanna do something with it."

Samson nodded in agreement. "I think I do too." He looked at him. "Do you?"

Trevor raised an eyebrow. "I'm here naked, leaking like crazy, showing you my dick and my ass, and you ask if I'm ready to fuck?"

Samson smiled and shrugged. "You never know."

"Well, I think you should. Picture time's over. Let's do some dirty work."

Samson's cock was at full size, pointing at the nude horse with all of its draconian authority. "Yeah~"

Trevor stood up, jostling his pole like an errant spear. He walked up to the gorilla, halting only when the head of Samson's cock poked him in the belly. "Whoah... Heh, almost forgot about it."

Samson stood with his hands on his hips, admiring his manhood next to Trevor's. He took some amount of pride in outdoing a horse. "How'd you do that? It's kind of hard to miss."

"I dunno. I guess you're just that handsome." Samson's good looks weren't enough to hold Trevor's attention for long. He couldn't believe how much Samson had him by. With Samson's tip touching his hip, Trevor was a few inches away from doing the same. He pushed them together with his hands, making their flesh recoil and bounce. A shiver of delight ran down his length as their bodily heats intermingled. There was an audible plip as yet another glob of musty precum struck the floor, this time from Trevor's. "Fuck..." he muttered.

"Think it's too much for you?" Samson asked, only partially bragging.

"No, no, I can. I have toys at home, you know. I just didn't think I'd ever see a real one up close like this. Frankly, I'm jealous."

All men are. "Don't be. You've got one to be proud of too."

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter." He looked up at him. "'Cause you're the one who's gonna fuck me with it."

A very smug smile split Samson's mouth. "You're damn right I am. C'mere." Samson sidestepped so that their penises no longer pointed into their hips. He came forward, wrapped his beefy arm around Trevor's back, then pulled him in for a kiss. Trevor closed his eyes and happily obliged. His hand fell between the crook of Samson's pecs. His horse tail did another flick while he could feel the heat of Samson's meat against his flank. Their lips locked and smacked indiscriminately. Trevor employed his tongue gently, just brushing it along Samson's. He groped and scratched at his chest, amazed by its awesome density. Samson's hand came to his ass and gave it a nice squeeze. The other graced Trevor's cock with the most gentle caress of his fingers. They went up and down the underside of his length, bumping into that fat medial ring at its center. It was so refreshing to have a real man's cock in his hands for the first time. Feeling its smooth hot skin against his palm was a reminder that men like him weren't alone.

Their lips came apart with a soft gasp from them both. Trevor's heart was bumping out of his chest. His expression was twitching on the brink of something needy. His breath beat on Samson's mouth. He could feel his tail hole puckering needily. "Goddamn... Can't remember the last time I was this hot..."

"No?" Samson gripped his cock like a bat and stroked it more assertively. "Think I might have something to do with that?"

"Yeah, I think you do." He slid down onto his knees, bringing himself level with that horizontal skyscraper. He cradled one ball while stroking the shaft. He touched his nose to it, right where he could feel a vessel throbbing. He took a deep whiff, absorbing that smell like the sinful intoxicant it was. His lips puckered into a smooch, right on the flank of the foreskin. He pressed his nose into his scrotum, letting those two cannonballs swaddle his snout. "Mmmf," he groaned, muffled by Samson's inviting flesh.

The feel of his breath snorting into his sack made Samson shiver. "Whew... Having fun down there?"

Trevor copped a deep inhale, then groaned hideously. "You have no idea."

"No, I think I do. You've got a hard on like crazy too."

"Fuck, I can't help it." He began kissing up the flank of his shaft. "So fucking good. God, I need this more than I thought." He had to scoot backwards on his knees so that he was face-to-face with the cannon's muzzle. He got a faceful of that smell, something so strong that it nearly made him gag. It would've if not for its inexorable allure. He closed his eyes and gave Samson's cock a kiss, right on the slit. Milky fluid wetted his lips. He took another kiss, and another, and another. Whatever stoicism he had left was now withered by his horniness. "Oh fuck..." he whimpered. While he couldn't dream of gulping Samson's girth, he could at least lather it in a series of deep licks and sincere suckles which schlicked and schlocked loudly.

Samson was enjoying the view more than the sensations that came with it, and they were very, very nice indeed. "That's good. Yeah, I like that. Wait." He noticed his camera that he had placed on the floor by his foot. "Grab the camera."

Trevor smiled. "Gonna take some pictures of me? I thought we were done with those."

"No, not even close." Trevor picked up the camera and handed it to him. Samson took aim. "You wanna be a pornstar? I think any agency in the world will pick you up if they see you working a cock like mine." He snapped a photo that captured Trevor at the end of his dick, peering up at him like an obedient little servant. "Now keep going."

"Yes sir~" He did as he was told, smooching and slurping at that swampy summit of meat. His tongue ran circles around his helmet, swallowing every bit of its flavor for his enjoyment. His eyes remained locked on the camera as it continued snapping away, capturing every moment. Samson didn't need to give a word of direction. Trevor was lost in the moment better than he ever had been when he didn't have a fat gorilla dick in his mouth. He started stroking him while he focused his kisses on the underside of Samson's helmet. That got a rise out of him. He winced and grunted. "Liking that?" Trevor asked.

"Yeah..."

"Are you gonna cum?"

"If you keep doing that, yes."

"Want me to make you cum?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"Good, 'cause that's the plan." Trevor resumed. His tongue went on the attack with sharp swirls and quick darts. He stroked him with both hands, employing a grip that was firm as it was friendly. Samson took as many pictures as he could, although his skills in getting the right timing was somewhat hampered by the growing pleasure.

He had to take a deep breath and sigh. "Fuck. Don't stop." He needn't worry. Trevor wasn't going to finish until he did. With those angel-blue eyes looking right into Samson's, he gaped his mouth around as much of the tip as he could and suckled hard. "Hahhh... Fuck! That's it... Yup. Huhhh... Huhhh! Ahhh!" His orgasm blew out of him with enough force to knock Trevor back a few degrees. The first rope spewed out into his maw, hitting him like a wallop. He lurched back on his knees, mouth gaping, but did not stop going to work. His hands continued stroking, encouraging more of that manly batter out of him. Samson gave it in full, huffing between each spurt and trying his best to keep the camera focused. It was a tough job, but he managed a few out-of-focused shots of Trevor getting hit in the mouth with thick spurts of his cum.

Midway through his orgasm, Samson's cock began to grow. With every spurt came an added few inches, reaching out towards Trevor's face. A sound like stretching leather came out of him. His balls swelled too, lowering closer to the floor and filling out the space between his legs. Trevor closed his mouth and swallowed. It was tough, but it all slithered down into his gut with one gulp. Trevor used the last few spurts to paint his neck and chest. By the last throb, Trevor's entire upper body was defiled with fat pearls of Samson's love. Trevor licked his lips clean. The taste was something metallic and earthy, working to only further his intense arousal. "How'd you like that?"

Samson felt the pleasure burn across his buttocks and thighs. His balls were heavy, sagging closer to the floor below. His cock had sprouted more veins. It was like a big black bazooka, ready to grow even bigger with his next climax. "Whew... Pretty damn good, I'd say." He lowered the camera and saw the damage he had done. "Damn. How much of that did you swallow?"

"Enough," he said. He patted his tummy where he could feel his seed settling. "You didn't disappoint. I hope you can go for more."

"You're damn right I can." He saw how bigger his rod had gotten. "I just hope I don't get too big in the process."

"Fuck that. Get as big as you'd like. Makes it more fun. So long as you plan on making me get bigger too."

"Oh yeah~ Don't worry, I will." He helped him to his feet, coming closer to the raunchy stench of his own cum on Trevor's face. "I think we should go to my bedroom. What do you say?"

"Sounds great. You gonna take more pictures?"

Samson brandished his camera. "Of course I am."

"Good. Lead the way, then."

Samson guided him to his bedroom. He took a moment to peel his shirt off and fling it aside, rendering him nude. Trevor bit his lip while he admired his backside. An expansive back, rocky glutes, and a colossal backsack. There was just so much of him. Samson opened his bedroom door and invited him inside. Trevor waltzed in and saw the enormous bed draped in white sheets. It was going to be even whiter once they were done with it. "Get on the bed for me. I'll take more pictures."

"Way ahead of you." Trevor climbed onto the bed and knelt upright with his back towards Samson. He looked over his shoulder at him, just covering his eye with the drape of his mane. "Go ahead, big boy. Take more pictures for us." Samson went right away, hitting him with another barrage of clicks and flashes. Trevor laid down on his belly and kicked his feet up. He rolled onto his side, bent his knee, then lifted his haunch up for a shot of his pucker. He rolled onto his back and began to masturbate, staring into that black sphere so enamored with his body. It was hard to focus on it while Samson's cock was back at full size, once more dotting the floor with his juices. Just then, Trevor hatched an idea. "Do you have a tripod for that?"

Samson stopped shooting. "Of course I do."

"Good. Does that camera have a timer on it? Like, can it take pictures every once in a while if you set it up?"

Samson was starting to get the idea. He grinned. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, it can."

Trevor thumped his tail on the bedsheets. "How about you set that camera up and aim it here. Set it up so it can see you and me having fun~"

Samson kicked himself for not having thought of it first. He ran out of the room and returned just seconds later with a tripod. He set it up at the foot of the bed, attached the camera, then aimed it at Trevor. It took a bit of tinkering, but he eventually set the shutter to go off every thirty seconds. He stood back and waited until he heard it go chi-chick on its own. He smiled proudly. "We're all set."

Trevor beckoned him over with a downwards wave of his fingers. "Get over here~"

Samson did, marching over with his obsidian pillar bouncing in front of him with each step. He climbed onto the bed on his knees, pointing his dick at Trevor. He jutted his chin at him. "Get on your hands and knees. Let me-" Chi-chick! "-see that ass of yours."

Trevor bit his lip. His tail thumped. "Yes sir~" He rolled back over onto his stomach and propped his hind end into the air with his knees. The tweak of his tailhole would've been more significant if not for the colossal hang of his nuts. He looked back up at Samson with the side of his face flat to the mattress. "How's that for a picture?" he asked.

"Worth a thousand words. Maybe a million." Samson scooted forward on his knees. His cock prodded the backside of Trevor's nuts, pushing them out of the way and hotdogging itself in between. Samson grabbed his ass and parted it with his thumbs, getting an even better look at that wrinkled crater. Trevor teased him with a gay sweep of his horse tail, slapping him in the cheek. Samson grabbed it by the hilt and kept it in place. He closed his eyes, then brought his face into Trevor's crack.

Trevor jerked. "Oooh! Hehe... I was hoping you were up for that." The tickle of his nose on the inside of his buttocks made his nipples hard. Samson gnawed on his taint, pressing his nostrils to the twitchy little hole. Another sharp jerk from Trevor once Samson gave him a kiss. It was followed by three more, then punctuated by the daintiest of licks. Trevor gasped sharply. "Huhhh! Uhhh~ Yes..." Samson's tongue was a broad paddle of writhing pink muscle, something much less impressive than his cock, but just as capable in pleasing his partners. It swam a circle around the epicenter of Trevor's cavity, moistening it and the smooth skin around it. Poor Trevor was in a frenzy of tremors and whimpers. His mouth could not stop switching between pleasured smiles and tortured O's. "Ohhh... Yes... Huhhh! God... That's so hot..."

Samson added to the delight with a hearty squeeze on Trevor's ballsack, still pressed into his cock and tummy by the jut of Samson's dick. Trevor responded with a backwards press of his ass, further sinking Samson's face into that fleshy canyon. Samson's paw left his pouch for his shaft, currently letting loose precum at a terrific rate. He gripped it like an instrument and played it with great deftness, all while his mouth and tongue worked overtime to play the right notes. Trevor bit his lip and smiled like an idiot. His eyes rolled into his head. "Goddamn, Sam... Really trying to make me melt... Huhhh... That's pretty good. Fuck..." He clutched at a fistful of bedsheet and pulled on it. "Yeah... Keep going. I might cum. Yes..." Like his partner before him, he needn't have worried. It was all a part of the plan.

Samson's grip grew tighter and his strokes went faster. His tongue slithered into the breach. Trevor was on the receiving end of enough flicks, jabs, and swirls to send any lesser man to the great beyond. He was damn near there, but for now he could savor the journey and let the world know just how good it felt. "Oh fuck! Yes! Oh my God... It's so good... Huhhhhhh I think I'm cumming... Yes! Huhhh! Yes! Yes!" It was only a couple pumps of Samson's fists and it was over. Trevor's escalating voice devolved into a very ugly groan while his cock fired its first spurt of cum. The tip was next to his head, poking out from between his shoulder and the bed. It was good that he was facing the other way or else his jaw would've been the direct recipient of yet another series of ropes powerful enough to knock him off his feet.

Samson pulled his face out of his ass, grinning boastfully. "Yeeeeeeaaaah, that's a good boy. Lemme hear it."

Trevor did with a very gay moan. "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" Through the duration of his climax he achieved a similar level of growth as Samson. The flare of his cock began dragging up from his shoulder, reaching past his cheek and up to his ear. His balls came down to where his knees sank into the mattress, easing some of the weight on the taut skin holding them. He harvested another set of veins, ones that coddled his shaft and added texture to his scrotum. His cock had surpassed the three foot mark, an equal to what Samson had started out with prior to his first orgasm. He didn't notice any of it. He was too busy cumming his brains out. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck~"

"Oh fuck is right. You soaked my comforter," Samson teased, looking out at the pillows Trevor had vandalized.

"Nnnnnnnnn, sorry."

"No, don't be. It was super hot." He gave him a friendly pat on the ass. "How do you want it next?"

"Mmmm, gimme a minute." Trevor slumped over onto his side and rolled onto his back. His flaccid cock laid across his torso, all the way up to his shoulder like a fat sash of meat. Samson marveled at just how much it had grown. Trevor grabbed it and beat it against his shoulder, letting the few pearls of cum that remained stuck in his slit to plop out. He grabbed Samson's cock with his other hand, unable to touch the tips of his fingers to his thumb. He pulled their rods together, letting their throbbing columns bump and jostle. "God, you gotta fuck me. Ugh..."

"I know I do. I asked you how you wanted it."

"I knooooooow," Trevor pouted. "I just don't know where to start. Fuck."

"How about this: I get on my back and let you go to work on your own."

Trevor squirmed with anticipation. "Yeah, let's do that."

Samson scooted back so that Trevor could sit up. Samson crawled to the center of the bed where he lay down on his back, letting that black log of his sit on his chest and reach past his chin. The camera captured the moment Trevor got up to straddle him. He stood over his legs and sat on his thighs. Their scrotums sat on another like a pair of fleshy beanbags. "Think you'll manage?" Samson asked.

Trevor scoffed. "I said I could."

"I know, just checkin'. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Hush. I know my limits." He grabbed Samson's cock and aimed it at the ceiling above. It stood like an ancient monument built to worship some god of virility. More than even before, Trevor could feel the blood pumping through it with a resonating power that made him a bit weary. It wasn't enough to stop him. He rose to his feet and hovered his ass over Samson's peak. With one hand between his legs guiding it, he aimed Samson's cock at his tail hole and sat on it. Burning, oily flesh met the tender inside of Trevor's glutes. His toes curled on the sheets and his mouth fell open. "Oh God..." He teased his ass around for a few moments, letting his tailhole relax into something more malleable. Samson laid there with his hands behind his head, watching the fiasco with a smug grin on his face. Trevor applied more weight, forcing his hole to gape. "Hahhh... Hahhh... Shit... Mmf." The wrinkles in his pucker unraveled as it grew taut around Samson's glans. At last he met the greatest breadth, and Samson's cock helmet disappeared. A feminine tremble rolled through Trevor's flesh. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" he groaned.

It was good for Samson too. The grip was like a vice, holding on to the head of his cock with a force just short of being uncomfortable. That was superseded by Trevor's velvet inside and its steady quiver. He rubbed up Trevor's calves and thighs, easing him through that arduous descent. "Ahh, there we go," said Samson, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Go down on that cock for me."

"Mmmmmmmm, I'm trying..." It was slow, but Trevor made his way down inch by inch. His cock started oozing precum again, this time landing flat on Samson's chest. He certainly didn't mind. Indeed he began stroking his flared horsecock, intensifying Trevor's already divine pleasure. Down he came, bloating his lower tummy with the shape of Samson's barrel. It reached his navel, then well above it. His belly would suck into itself to reveal the outline with even more definition, looking as much a part of him as the rib cage just above it. An entire minute passed, and finally Trevor's ass fell down on Samson's nuts. That brutal obelisk sat inside of him in the fullest, pressing against every bit of his insides. The pain was as great as the pleasure, throwing him into a fit of moans and whimpers. "Huhhh! Oh Guhhh... Fuck... Oh... Yes... Ohhh..."

Samson, while trying to remain calm through his own delight, grabbed Trevor's hand and placed it over the bulge in his flesh where Samson's cock lay ensconced. He rubbed it around in a tiny circle. "Ever fell one that deep?" he asked.

"Oh God... Not a real one. Fuck, maybe not even a fake one... Jesus Christ... So fucking good." He threw his hips in a small circle, grinding his brutalized prostate. He came up from his squat until his tailhole came around the rim of Samson's glans. What he left behind was a towering cylinder of black flesh glistening in his moisture. "Ohhhh, yes~" He came back down, now with more grace. Samson watched his dick disappear again. It was replaced by an up close view of the eye of Trevor's horse cock. He didn't stop stroking him, letting the horse know that he still had some level of control. Trevor didn't seem to mind. "Oh yes... Fuck... Huhhh! Yes... Mmmmmm... Ohhh..."

"I can tell you're having fun. Whooo... I am just from watching you."

"Uhhh... Good God... I didn't think it would feel this nice. Uhhh... There's nothing like the real deal. Fuck..." He looked over at the camera which was still sitting on its stand like a good soldier. "Is that thing still on? Mmmm..."

Samson hushed him with a finger over his own mouth. Trevor stopped moaning, but wasn't about to stop riding. A few moments passed with just the sound of wet squelching. Eventually, chi-chick! "Yup, we're still in business."

"Mmm, good. I hope you have a video camera... Mmmm... That'll do even better."

"Oh yeah. Mmm... I'll get my phone and show those porn executives what good you can do."

Trevor started riding faster. He threw his ass up in a sweeping arc. His glutes and hamstrings were starting to burn, but the enjoyment was too good to let him stop. "Ohhh... Huhhh... I hope it doesn't cost too much extra..."

"Are you kidding? You're paying for it enough right now. Whew... I'd say I owe you some change by this point." He gave Trevor's cock a nice squeeze. "You're fucking amazing at this."

Trevor smiled through the delight. "Thanks... Mmmm, you're pretty good yourself..."

"I'm just laying here."

"I know, now shut up and keep doing it..."

Samson chortled. "Yes sir."

Trevor continued his work while Samson massaged him from his ankles to his trunk. He would hook his fingers around the back of his calves, then cup his thighs. As soon as Trevor squatted down he would grab himself two handfuls of his bubbly ass. He was loath to let that bouncing cock go untreated, that and the huge pair of balls landing on and then lifting off of his abs. More precum came dribbling out, some of which Samson dabbed onto his finger and tasted. The lewdness of it all made his cock throb with joy, signaling the slow but inevitable approach of his next climax.

Trevor announced his with a very pathetic whimper. His head swooned backwards. "Oh fuck... Huhhh... I'm gonna cum again... Fuck... Yes! I'm cumming!"

Samson inhaled through his teeth and snarled. "Ahhhhh... I'm close too. Hahhh... Yeah! I'm close! Fuck!" Their voices climbed into higher pitches and volumes together, apexing into a harmony as boisterous as it was beautiful. They both came hard, blessing the other with a bounty of seed that far outweighed what they had produced earlier. Had they not been shouting, Samson would've heard the phht! of Trevor's cock spitting the first rope which smacked him right in the face. Samson flinched away, but was too busy with his own shattering climax to be bothered by it. The veins of his cock bulged to the surface like a school of catfish coming after a morsel dropped into the water. They would recede, then bloom again with the proceeding throb. Trevor was himself the recipient of a heavy dose of cum, one that ripped across his insides and came squirshing out from between his taut tailhole and Samson's cock. Together they felt their cocks growing. Trevor's insides had to stretch and move out of the way to accommodate yet another one of Samson's growth spurts. He could no longer force his ass down to the balls. His own cock did the same, reaching over and past Samson's face as it vomited more and more cum. The feeling was like white hot bliss across every muscle and fiber. His face was pointed to the ceiling, letting loose a very loud moan. Samson could only grit his teeth and growl, feeling a level of ecstasy much in tune with his partner's.

They plummeted from their highs together, left in an afterglow like steel heated by a blowtorch. Samson's entire neck, jaw, and face was pasted with cum. It drooled down his hair and sat on the sheet above his head. More of it oozed down the crevices between his muscles and down his shoulders to the bed below. It was hot and heavy like what any horse would produce. Much of it was stuck to the rim of his nostril, infusing it with its smell. The cock that had painted him began to droop, but not before displaying a very disconcerting level of extension. The tip was above the top of Samson's head, sitting on his chest like a fallen tree. Samson could feel the weight of his balls sitting on his abdomen like a cinder block. More veins had risen, giving his phallus a sort of marble pattern. He was afraid to see what his own dick had done.

Trevor was too drunk to notice. His mind had been thrown into a vat of fuzzy stupor, a feeling well replicated around where his prostate had been assaulted and his cock had spewed its load. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, God..." He licked his lips and managed to sit upright. "Whew~" He looked down and saw the streaks of ivory splattered across Samson's black skin. He gasped and covered his mouth. "OhmyGod! I'm so sorry! I-"

Samson stopped by waving it off. "No, hush. That was awesome. Holy fuck." He wiped some of the cum off of his face. "That felt really fucking good."

"Mmm, you're telling me." He squirmed his ass around, feeling and hearing the revolting slosh of cum inside of his guts. More of it was bubbling out of him, falling down the black facade of Samson's dick, now looking much bigger. "Whew, now let me try getting off this thing."

"Need help?"

"Nah. Mmf... I think I got it." He stood up from his squat slowly, revealing an utterly defiled tower. He reached the summit, finding that he had to stand up straighter than when he put it inside him. He came off, uncorking a debaucherous torrent from his yawning hole. Alabaster oil came gurgling out of his cavity as it tried twitching itself closed. The flesh of his ring was pink and puffy. A river of white ran up his insides, stopping its flow only when his pucker came closed again. He stepped back, nearly keeling over thanks to his rubbery leg muscles. "Whoa... Goddamn..."

Samson's cock fell back down to his trunk. Thwack! Samson flinched from its newfound weight. Like Trevor's, it was blessed with a new serving of veins which crept up his length like the branches of a tree nude in winter. It was long and thick enough to hide his entire face behind it if he wanted to. "Whoa. Holy shit. Ah..." He rubbed the sensitive flesh, making himself wince. "Haven't had this big in a while."

Trevor sat down next to him. His own cock reached out of him like a high-caliber mortar. It was getting difficult to move around with his grossly inflated sack. It teemed with juices ready to come bursting out. "Ditto. Thing is, I'm still really horny. I think I have one or two still in me."

"So do I." Samson sat upright, bringing his cock up with him. "I don't know how much bigger I'm gonna get after this. Frankly, I don't know if we should find out."

"I want to," Trevor said, reaching out and grabbing Samson's column. "I wanna see how big we get. Make each other grow until we can't walk anymore."

Samson chuckled nervously. "God, you'll kill us both."

"Yeah, and it'll be worth it." He jutted his head towards the door. "Go get your camera. Let's get some video of us fucking."