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The same thought passed through Ethan's head whenever he passed through the front door: We gotta get this thing widened. The doorway was already double wide and stretched vertically. The door itself looked like it belonged more on the front of a barn than it did a home. It swung outwards, creaking on their hinges as Ethan opened it all the way just to make room for his leviathan frame. He head to tuck his curtainous elephant ears and duck his head. He went in shoulders-first, chin dipped into his collar to keep his lengthy trunk and tusks from scraping out a hunk of the doorway. Just stepping onto the hardwood made it creak threateningly. The fact that it held beneath his immensity was another sign of home improvement: The same year Ethan and his husband bought the place they had both floors reinforced.

That was the price of living in an old Victorian home. Homes back then weren't quite built to accommodate elephants, least of all ones as big as he was. He stood at his full height coming out of the doorway, touching the ceiling with his flappy parachute ears. A majestic trunk hung from his face, half-curled. From his white-whiskered jaws sprouted two tusks of the cleanest ivory. Their tips hovered in front of a hearty paunch that stretched the beige fabric of his shirt into a snare. A tweed jacket that he had no hope of buttoning clung to his gigantic shoulders. Even through the neatly ironed sleeves his boulder-biceps were visible. He had on a black bowler hat with a white band going around it. It was normal sized, though atop his triumphant crown it looked like it belonged on a doll. Beneath it was pomade-shined white hair neatly parted down the center.

He did well to polish his barbaric frame with a gentlemanly facade- he acted on it too with politeness and dignity -but he could do nothing to hide the absolutely monstrous mountain of cock and balls that exploded out of his crotch. They reached from between his barrel thighs, going out as far as his tremendous stomach. The nicely pleated pants he wore were forced to hug its shape like shrink wrap, leaving no wrinkle or contour to the imagination. His glans and the cocoon of skin that encased it were on full display, concealing only their color. It was a burden and a half, both because of its ungodly weight and the industrial scale of testosterone it churned on an hourly basis. That huge musculature of his was not powered by nothing, that monument to masculinity providing him with enough seed to impregnate the entire savannah and beyond.

But a taken man like himself had no intentions of breeding anyone, at least not anyone who could be bred. With sore feet and a rumbling stomach, his greatest need in that moment was some of his husband's cooking. His trunk snaked up to his head and plucked his hat to hang it on the nearby coat rack. He slipped out of his shoes, wiggling his fat toes in their black nylon socks. The two leather size 32's were put on the rack among the others. At last he shrugged his jacket off and hung it up, revealing the two pillbox-pecs that jutted into his shirt beneath his suspenders.

A smell wafted into the foyer, lifting his trunk into the air automatically. Its dextrous nostril flaps contracted with each whiff. Snoof-snoof-snoof. Those minute feeler hairs lining the proboscis picked up a lovely scent, one hovering in from the kitchen. Each inhale brought out a new flavor. Ethan closed his eyes and singled them out. Carrots. Cabbage. Celery. Asparagus. Onion. Tomato... His belly grumbled rudely, demanding that he stop teasing himself and to go to the kitchen, finally. He was glad to. With his thumbs tucked in his suspenders he smiled to himself and strode his way to the kitchen, eager for whatever meal awaited him.

Preparing it was his husband, Walid. He was in front of the oven, towering over it like everything else he would with his height. He, too, was an elephant, and appropriately large like his husband, taller even. While his ears did not quite scrape the ceiling like Ethan's, his healthy head of black hair certainly did. It was a greasy crop of jet black locks he put great care and attention into. His skin was a smooth brown, slightly see through where it draped from his ears. He did not turn around or say anything as Ethan walked in, though he certainly had heard the brute.

Ethan stood in the kitchen entrance for a few moments more, kindly observing Walid's back as he cooked. He had on a green apron, the knot tied into a bow right above the wholesome swell of his ass which made the back pockets of his jeans look like small shields. Above them was a light blue polo shirt, common Walid attire. Ethan could hear the stir of a wooden spoon as Walid maneuvered it with his trunk. A column of steam hissed in front of him, rising into the oven hood. Still he pretended not to notice Ethan standing behind him.

Ethan wasn't sure what he was hungry more for: the food, or the man cooking it. Maybe when he was done with the former he would dine on the latter. He made his way into the kitchen, a den replete with mahogany paneling and cast iron. He got right up behind Walid, hugged him, and planted the nose of his trunk on his cheek for a "kiss".

Walid, without looking away from his cooking, just smiled. From his clean shaven face rose two tusks. They were cut short and capped with golden studs. "You surprised me," he lied.

Ethan patted and rubbed his belly. "Did I? I tried extra hard to be quiet."

"Oh, I can tell. I didn't even hear you slam your car door or trample through the front door like a train."

"You see? I could've been a killer and you never would've known any better."

"I could only hope."

"Oh, please. You love me and you know it."

"Do I? Who knows, I might be poisoning this very dinner I'm cooking. See?" He gestured with his trunk at the great many spices he'd set out on the counter next to the stove. "One of those is poison. I've been adding a little bit to your bowl every day for the past year."

"Is that so? Well in that case I ought to eat more."

"Yeah, you really should."

The two of them shared a giggle. Walid hoisted his trunk at Ethan and they kissed noses together. Ethan turned and sat at the nearby dining table. The wooden dining chairs were the size of wardrobes, reinforced with steel at their core. Even then it still creaked when Ethan took a load off in one.

"So how was your day?" Walid asked.

Ethan sat back in his chair with a sigh. "Ah, long."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Ah, just dealing with students asking questions and needing help with things they wouldn't have needed if they'd just paid attention in class."

"Well, maybe if you made things more interesting they'd pay attention."

Ethan scoffed. "More interesting? It's paleontology. How on earth could I make dinosaurs any more interesting than they already are?"

"Oh, I'm certain you've found a way."

"And what do you suppose I do to liven things up?"

"I dunno. Bring in a dinosaur skeleton."

"The school doesn't have any complete specimens, only complete bones and fragments."

"Then bring those in. Bring them to a museum. Do something besides bore them to death, poor souls."

"I can make things exciting enough without the help of dinosaur bones, thank you."

"I sure hope you can. Just tell them what dinosaurs are like. You met some, didn't you?" Walid shot him a cheeky, over-the-shoulder smirk.

A chortle made the chair Ethan was in creak again. "Of course. The last time I heard that joke I fell off my dinosaur."

Walid smiled to himself, warmed by the sound of his husband's laughter. "I bet you did."

Another grumble vibrated Ethan's stomach. He rubbed a giant hand over his gut. "What do you have cooking for us, love?"

"Oh, just some steamed vegetables I've crammed together for us. Want to know what?"

"I was decoding it when I walked through the front door."

"Oh yeah? What'd you get?"

"Wait. Let me..." His trunk hovered over the table, aiming at the stove and resuming its probing sniffs. Snoof-snoof. "Carrots, definitely."

"Mmhmm."

"Carrots." Snoof. "Some pepper, bell pepper." Snoof. "Hmm..." Snoof-snoof. "I thought I smelled asparagus?"

"That's right."

"Good, good."Snoof-snoof. "Ah, there's some celery. Some cabbage." Snoof. "Mmmmmm, onion. I think tomato?"

"Mmmhmm. What else?"

"Shoot, I thought that was it. Ahhh..." Snoof. Snoof. "That's it for food stuffs. Are you looking for spices?"

"One in particular."

"Damn." Snoof-snoof. He grimaced, then retracted his trunk in defeat. "Chili?"

Walid plucked one of the spice bottles and waggled it over his shoulder. "Saffron."

"Saffron!" Ethan huffed. "Dammit. I should've known."

Walid shook his head and tutted. "You're gonna have to do better than that, old man. Your nose's slipping."

"Oh, you wish. My nose is as spry as ever."

"Whateeeeever you say, grandpa."

Ethan was glad Walid had his back to him or else he would've seen him chuckling to himself. "And what will we be having with it?"

"Actually, I was gonna leave that to you. Now that you know what's in it, what do you think'll go good with it?"

"That's a good question." Ethan looked over to the side of the kitchen where a checkered wine rack displayed a platoon of bottlenecks and their corks. Ethan pulled at his beard thoughtfully. "Some Tank '91 I think would do fantastic."

"Tank '91?" Walid looked over at the shelf. "Which one is that?"

Ethan's elephantine memory proved unhesitant. "Third row, second from the left."

Walid counted the bottles before reaching out and grabbing one with his trunk without moving his feet. He coiled around the neck and retracted it into his open hand. "Do you want it now?"

"If I could, yes."

"Comin' right up." Walid put the bottle down and reached with his trunk for an overhead cabinet. In it were several wine glasses, two of which Walid plucked and laid on the counter next to the bottle. With his trunk snaked around the bottle he pulled the cork out with his hand. Thoop! He tilted the bottle over the one glass, pouring out a deep red that gurgled halfway up the bowl before he filled the other glass. He took the one glass and turned around to bring it to Ethan. It was an outwardly kind gesture made potentially jarring by the appearance of Walid's enormous cock bulge. On the same tier as Ethan's, it bowed the apron like he was smuggling an entire person in his crotch. Ethan was blind to it, more focused on the wine glass as Walid came floating towards him with it. "Here you go."

Ethan took it with his hand with surprising delicacy given the enormity of his fingers. "Why, thank you."

Walid bowed. "You're welcome."

While Walid headed back to the stove Ethan was putting the glass on the table so he could orbit his nostrils around the rim of the glass. His sniffs were tiny this time, careful not to disrupt the liquid's delicate bouquet. Singing his nose hairs was a sharp yet rosy aura of flavors decades in the making. However astute his nose was, he could never hope to dissect every facet of such a fine drink as it continued to evolve.

"Mmmmm..." He pulled the glass to his lips and took a tiny sip. Those flavors he detected with his nose blossomed across his palate, making him shiver. "Mmm, divine," he grumbled delightfully.

"What was that?" Walid asked.

"Nothing. I said this wine was divine."

"I'll take your word for it. Was never a wine guy."

"I know you aren't. You should take the time to learn more about it."

Walid shook his head. "Nah. Unless I'm cooking with it and it doesn't taste like gasoline, I'm fine."

"Have I ever given you one that tastes like gasoline?" Ethan asked before helping himself to another minute sip.

"To me, yes. Some of those white wines are-" He shuddered. "Yeugh."

"I see, then you should work harder to refine your palate."

"I'll work harder to refine nothing, thank you. You can keep your nasty juice to yourself."

Ethan cackled. "You say while sipping from your own glass."

"Hey, I didn't say some of them couldn't be good. I happen to like this one."

"Of course, of course."

It was only a couple minutes later when the vegetables were ready. Walid killed the stove and poured the contents of the pot into a sieve. Hundreds of chopped vegetables plopped out while steaming water roared around them, into the sink. Walid collected the meal, put them in a bowl, and carried them over to the dinner table.

"Dinner's served, kind sir."

"Ah, wonderful. I'm starving." Ethan tucked a napkin into his collar with his trunk.

Walid placed the bowl on the table and came back with two smaller ones for both of them. They both helped themselves to a few wooden spoonfuls. Ethan scooped some vegetables up with a spoon cradled in his trunk before swerving into his mouth. A hearty crunch rocked his jaws as he took the first bite. Hot, flavorful water flooded his tongue.

"Mmmmmm, that's good, really good."

"Why, thank you. I'm glad you like it."

"Of course. Your cooking is always on point." Ethan picked up his wine glass with his hand and held it out between them. "To the weekend."

Walid picked up his glass. "To the weekend."

They clinked glasses, then took a sip.

"Speaking of, what are you doing this weekend?" Ethan asked before helping himself to another heap of vegetables.

"Nothing that I can think of. Hanging out here, watching TV, looking at you."

"Oh? Nothing else?"

Walid shrugged. "Not yet."

"I see." Ethan took another sip of wine. "I think I'll find something for the two of us to do."

"And what might that be?"

"Well, I haven't thought of it yet." Ethan's eyes tracked down Walid's body. He stared into the portion of the table that concealed his massive cock bulge. "But I have some ideas."

Walid smiled. He knew very well what Ethan was hinting at. "Well, tell me when you think of them."

"Don't worry," Ethan said. "I will." He drank some wine. And I won't be subtle about it.

Their dinner continued with the usual banter between them, including what Walid had seen on TV and what had been going on at the University. They crunched through the meal at a solid pace, both quelling their intense hunger and rushing towards what they planned to do once it was done. A few innuendos here with a double-entendre there made clear what both men's intentions were. Neither were so bold as to say it out loud, but it crackled between them audaciously enough.

The last morsel was devoured and Ethan slumped backwards in his chair, one hand settling over his stomach while the other pulled out the napkin from his collar. "Woooo... I'm stuffed. That was incredible. Thank you for that."

"You're very welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Do you mind cleaning up since I cooked?"

"Ah, of course. Just let me get this food settled. I feel portly."

"Sure." Walid stood up from his chair. He floated around the side of the table, one finger running along the edge. He came to Ethan's side and leaned down towards him. He whispered, "If you need me, I'll be in our room."

His breath needled down Ethan's ear, creating an icy shiver down his spine. Quite suddenly that ocean of testosterone in his loins was not so easy to manage. He turned in his seat and watched as Walid waltzed towards the foyer, his wispy elephant tail flicking along with the sway of his rump. He disappeared around the doorway. Ethan heard the creak of footsteps going up the stairs.

Ethan patted his mouth with his napkin and tossed it across the table. No, he was not going to clean any of the mess up now, not when there was business to attend to upstairs. He left the kitchen for the foyer and climbed up the steps to the upstairs hallway where the master bedroom was. He opened the door to it and found Walid lying on their bed. He was on his side, one leg bent, his hand whispering across the soft comforter.

"Well, hi there, big guy~" he said. "You cleaned up awfully quickly."

Ethan stepped the rest of the way inside. He closed the door behind him. "I went through it as quickly as I could. I thought to myself, 'I couldn't leave him alone up there for a second longer.'"

"Aww, you're too sweet. Tell me, how well did you clean up?"

Downstairs the kitchen was as ruined as Walid had left it. "Spotless," Ethan said confidently.

"Oh, I'm sure it is." He waved him over with his fingers. "Get over here. Let me look at you."

Ethan waltzed over, his giant feet thumping with each step. He stood at the side of the mattress, near Walid's head. "You like what you see, I hope."

Ethan's junk loomed over the bed's precipice like a meteoroid ready to plummet into the Earth. Walid's eyes were locked on it. "I sure do. Do me another favor and let me see more of you~"

"Of course~" Ethan slid his suspenders off his shoulders. They came whipping down the sides of his arms and deflated down his legs. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt while keeping his eyes trained on his husband. Walid reciprocated, his thin elephant tail thumping against the mattress lazily. A V of gray torso split down Ethan's shirt as he pulled more buttons. Whitish-black hairs sprouted forth, slowly turning into a thin carpet as the shirt finally came off. He pulled it out from his beltline and shrugged it off, revealing the unrivaled majesty of his upper body and the seemingly uncharacteristic silver rings that studded his nipples.

"How's this?" he asked, tucking just one thumb down the front of his waistband. With the suspenders sagged and unsupporting, his pants were left to be pushed off the angry jut of his penis.

"Mmmm, lovely," Walid cooed. "Show me more."

Ethan obliged with a casual unbuttoning of his pants. They crumpled about his ankles, leaving nothing left but those overburdened boxers of his. His cock, now on its way to an erection, was slung over the side of his scrotum like the ring of a planet. Through the bloated fabric Walid could see the veins lining it, as well as the dark wet spot which bloomed in front of the tip. A terribly raunchy smell emanated from it, burning Walid's nostrils.

"Mmm, perfect~" Walid's trunk came sauntering over, the nose landing on the forefront of Ethan's bulge. It pushed and clenched on that turgid tunnel of flesh, feeling every degree of its heat and energy. He huffed at the air greedily, feeding into his own budding arousal. An unconscious hand crept up his own belly, then down to his crotch. Each whiff of that Olympian man stink made him shiver.

His trunk slinked up Ethan's underwear, landing on the waistband and prying itself inside. It found a jungle of scratchy crotch fur, each one laden with a slick of elephant must. He hooked the elastic and pulled it down, birthing a corona of jet black hairs and the top quadrant of Ethan's cock. Walid made a silent gasp as the underwear fell down. Flopping forward was a monstrous pillar of dark gray masculinity backdropped by two Jovian cumtanks the size of basketballs. Not even halfway to being fully hard, its tip, pinched behind a foreskin, dangled amidst Ethan's ankles. Its breadth surpassed his trunk and rivaled his calves. Texturing it was a wild highway of dick veins all working to breathe life into its firmness.

"Well, look at you~" Walid said, drifting the topside of his trunk up Ethan's shaft.

"Oh, I'd like you to do more than just look at me," Ethan quipped. "Go on and have a feel, if you'd like."

"Mmm, I would." His trunk curled around the flank of Ethan's shaft, going through the tight gap between it and the neighboring purse. Walid latched onto it with a complete but lax ring of his trunk, feeling that intense heat and the powerful heartbeat which fueled it. Down he went, coddling that magnificent pole from its root to the helmet. There he began stroking it, traveling up and down the few inches where the foreskin was wrapped. It peeled off the glans with each upwards pull, unveiling that boulder of dark meat already drooling a slag of precum. Glinting in the light was the fat orb of silver lodged in Ethan's slit, courtesy of a Prince Albert half-ring.

Walid could feel the shaft stiffening in his grasp, notching upright to point at him. He helixed his trunk around the shaft, embracing more of its leathery casing. His nostrils huffed at that earthy aroma, the proboscis aiming it at every point it could reach. It landed on Ethan's scrotum, latching onto one gargantuan nut and feeling around its ovoid contours. Beneath the leathery dermis Walid could feel the thrum of cum and testosterone being produced. It was like holding a hand against the hood of a running car. He continued his serpentine journey around both orbs, sniffing at every corner and absorbing its masculine texture.

Ethan garnered some enjoyment out of it himself. Wherever Walid touched him he could feel a buzz of added life in his balls. That rapid production of fluids continued to add weight until finally the balls started to swell. There was an audible wrzhhhh as the skin bloated further, an added shade of gray deepening the color.

It felt like an anvil had been dropped inside of it. Ethan bit his lip. "Nnnnnn, that's the ticket.

Walid gasped softly. "My, my. Looks like you're going into overdrive." He squeezed his trunk around that bloated parcel greedily.

"I can hardly help it, thanks to you."

"Goddamn..." Walid huffed. His hand was on his crotch, squeezing the half chub that was pushing his pants to its limits.

"Excited, are we?"

"Like you wouldn't fucking believe."

"Oh, I think I would. You're ready to tear through those jeans."

Walid clenched his fingers around the crotch of his denim and pulled on it. "I wanna get rid of 'em. They're in the way."

"Please, be my guest."

Walid unwrapped his trunk from Ethan's penis, now at the halfway point of being fully erect. While his antsy husband rolled onto his back and hurriedly squirmed out of his jeans and underwear, Ethan stroked his fuckstick until it was at its mighty zenith. It sprung out of him like a bowsprit, destructive and arrogant. Those meandering veins gripped his length without mercy. The balls, working overtime to juice out a solid flow of thickish precum, felt heavy. The sight of Walid's rivaling package slump out of his pants and thump on the mattress like a dead anaconda did the trick in making Ethan even rowdier.

Walid peeled his shirt off lastly, rendering him as nude as Ethan. He, too, had nipple piercings; they matched the shiny gold that capped his tusks. His penis remained unpunctured, though whatever lack of accessory was more than made up for in sheer mass. He came to a rest on his belly, clad in only his socks, that bounty of brown butt rising between his back and legs like a mountain. He was forced to keep his hips in the air by the cushion of his manhood. His tail was wagging like a pendulum. He propped his head up on his elbows, smiling up at his husband gaily.

"Hey there, handsome. How do I look?"

"Ravishing~" Ethan aimed his cock at him, rubbing his open fist down the top quadrant where his foreskin slid on and off the flared cock head. Walid could see his reflection bowed out in his Prince Albert. "Care for a taste?"

"I thought you'd never ask~" Walid hooked his trunk around Ethan's dick and aimed it at his open maw. Ethan did him the favor of stepping forward, laying the tip on his bottom lip. Walid's jaw was gaped at its widest to meet that punishing diameter, though it did not faze him. A relaxed sigh blew through his trunk which resumed a sensual slither around the rest of Ethan's pillar. "Mmmmmmmmm~"

"That's it, love." A burly mitt palmed the top of Walid's head. The thumb raked through his hair. "Daddy likes that~"

So did Walid, evident by an affirmative moan. He lathered his tongue around the underside of Ethan's helmet, rolling around the stud of metal embedded in it. With its cold, biting texture was the taste of precum, hot and musty, flooding all of Walid's senses. He suckled gently, milking more of that delectable ichor glob Ethan flexed out for him and swallowing it. The cock muscle clenched angrily, choking out what little room remained in Walid's maw. He encouraged more by cupping Ethan's nuts, lifting them up in their leathery purse so that he could roll them together. His trunk had a mind of its own, continuously writhing every which way it could, absorbing that haughty aura and feeling up the pole that generated it all.

Ethan breathed through his mouth to get a hold of himself. If he wasn't careful he was liable to pop far too soon. Walid knew what he was doing, having spent many an hour with his mouth where it was. Ethan distracted himself with Walid's hair. "How is it down there? You like it, hmm?"

"Mmmm..."

"Good. I like it too. You're rather handsome with your jaws around my knob."

A soft chortle buzzed around Ethan's cock. Walid pried his mouth free, a steamy mwah wafting amidst the spindles of slobber bridging his maw and the tip. He smiled up at his husband, trunk still performing tricks around the shaft. "I'm not handsome without your dick in my mouth? Is that it?"

"Oh, you're handsome without it, for sure. I just much prefer you with it." He cocked an eyebrow. "Don't you?"

Another chuckle. "Yeah, I think so." He resumed fellating, sinking his lips further down that rod so that the summit sat on his tongue like a wet, leaky brick.

Ethan hummed with appreciation. His hand left the top of Walid's head for his upper back then slid the rest of the way down as he leaned over. Walid's face was smothered by an avalanche of hairy belly, not that it bothered him. He too let out a merry hum once that pudgy carpet flattened on his face. Even better was the demanding grip on his ass. Those magnum hills of dough sank around the clench of Ethan's fingers. He massaged one haunch, admiring the way it would sway so dramatically and knock into its twin. Pulling it aside he could see into Walid's canyon where his wrinkled donut sat mere inches above the mountain of manhood that rested on the mattress like a pair of brown coco de mer. He let go and gave Walid's ass a swat. Not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to create a tsunami of hazel flesh rippling across his cheek and thighs.

Walid jolted, then relaxed. "Mmm. Mmmmmm~" He rewarded Ethan with a few bobs of the head, sinking further down the pole and leering the tip towards his throat.

"That's it. I knew you'd like that." Another spank, just as hard. Thwack.

"Mmmmmm..."

Ethan didn't wait for the haunch to stop wobbling before he resumed kneading it deeply. "Ohhhhhh, yeah. That's exquisite." Yet another smack. Thwack.

Walid chuckled and pulled his mouth off again. He meant to look up at Ethan but his head was held in place by the Draconian weight of his gut. "So, you want me to make you cum like this?" he asked, voice muffled.

Ethan didn't stop playing with his ass. "It would be nice. I could keep having my way with your adorable hind end." Thwack! Harder this time, enough to make Walid grunt.

"Nnn... Yeah, I think I'd like that too."

"If it's all the same, I might fuck your face while I'm at it."

"Mmmmm, that sounds wonderful. Mind if I get more comfy?"

"Please do. You'll need it."

Ethan took a step back, releasing Walid's face from the hairy prison that was his gut. Walid spun over onto his back, swinging out what had grown into a gargantuan pecker like a tank cannon. The head settled between his pecs, oozing a significant pool of milky-clearish precum that slid down and forked across his collar and neck. He dangled his head off the edge of the mattress, letting his trunk fall ahead of him limply. He could only see Ethan from the waist down, which was more than all he needed to see. Staring back at him was the muzzle of a howitzer, that shiny cock stud reflecting back at him again. Between Ethan's diesel legs hung the fruit of his loins, threatening to break through the skin that held them. Without another word he opened his mouth, displaying to his husband the glistening inner pink ready to envelope him.

Ethan accepted the invitation, floating his cock down Walid's face hole and immediately filling it. He did not stop to savor its moist warmth, instead pressing onwards until he'd punched through the gates of Walid's throat.

"Eulk!" choked Walid.

Ethan, gentleman that he was, offered no sympathy. He stayed where was to wallow in the tightness of Walid's neck flesh. He closed his eyes and purred. "Mmmmmmmmmmm..." He grasped the underside of Walid's jaw and pressed onwards. The neck bulged around his cock head, just beneath his fingers. He stopped only a few inches into the neck before reeling his ass back and pulling back out of the throat.

Walid kept himself relaxed with a double-handed grip on his own cock. He stroked it to the beat of Ethans's thrusts, making sure to keep his inhales and exhales with unplugging of his throat. Echoing from his gaped mouth were the wet, fleshy squelches of his canal being manipulated. "Ulkh... Ulkh... Ulk... Ekkh... Uck... Ulk..." His heels squirmed and scraped against the comforter. Involuntary flexes of his cock muscle sent gobs of precum bleeding out across his chest. His trunk was in a frenzy, swarming around Ethan's crotch globes in a chaotic orbit.

Ethan's hand was on his lower back, helping with the balance of his thrusts. The other was on Walid's trachea, feeling the back-and-forth rub of his pole cap. His own jaw was slack, letting out a few earnest moans of delight as pleasure rang through his pecker and resonated throughout his balls. "Ohhh, that's good. I love that. Mmmmm..."

So did Walid, though he was currently unable to express it through words. Terrific arousal had him masturbating in full, running both fists down his tower and drawing out more precum. Every time Ethan pulled out of his throat there would be a stifled moan before being cut off. He felt his pleasure growing steadily. His knees bent into the air in front of his belly, hovering the feet still in their socks. His tail swung across the mattress like a windshield wiper, unable to contain itself.

Neither could Ethan, who felt his pleasure spiking. That reserved countenance cracked with a grimace. "Ahh... I'm going to cum soon. Hnnnnnn... Yes. I'm cumming."

Walid received the same memo. He insisted that Ethan continue. "Nnnnnggg-ULK! Nnnnnnnn-ULK!"

Ethan picked up the pace. His teeth clenched into a snarl. "Hahhhh! I'm cumming! Yes!" His eyes scrunched shut. A caldera of pure joy exploded at the tip of his cock. "HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!" His buttocks clenched hard, throwing his hips and dick as far as Walid's throat would let them. Bursting from his slit was a locomotive of cum that steamed headlong down into Walid's gut. It struck forward with the clench of Ethan's dick muscle, then another, then another. "Hyuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Walid tried to stay relaxed. That grew difficult upon the arrival of his own climax. The first rope rocketed past his chin and smacked Ethan in the stomach. More followed, blotting every piece of elephant that stood in the way. He bounced and squirmed on the bed, alight with a bliss that radiated across his body in blinding waves.

Their orgasms petered out shortly after. Ethan wanted nothing more than to stay where he was, lodged in Walid's throat while floating on a wave of good feeling. Forcing him to pull out was the desire not to asphyxiate his husband. He took a step back, uncorking Walid with a sound like pulling a plunger. Following his half-deflated cock, now with an even denser forest of dark veins clenching at the surface, was a column of cum that plopped onto the hardwood below. It meshed with the spit draining off his cock and down the corners of Walid's mouth.

There was a terrific gasp for air followed by a joyous sigh. "Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Walid's hands were still weakly latched to his cock. He rubbed out the last remnants of his ejaculation, adding to what was now a pond of ivory splotched and ribboned across his collar, neck, and chin. "Yes... Oh my God... Fuck."

The room was loud with their collective panting. Ethan was half doubled over, hands on his thighs, trying not to collapse. His poor old heart hammered away in his chest. "Hahhh... Oh, that was amazing... Goodness."

Walid's neck still rang with the aftermath of Ethan's assault. He rubbed his hands on it and cleared his throat. "Ach... Yeah. Woo..." He sat up, still rubbing his throat. His softening penis came timbering down in front of him, over his lap. "Got anything else in you, or was that it?"

Ethan's cock was already deflated, the foreskin having crept back over the glans. He rubbed it tepidly. "I sure do, but it might be a while before I can."

"Tsk. Pop a pill then, grandpa. I'm still horny."

"Heh, and risk my heart exploding? I'd rather we take our time." Ethan climbed the mattress, punishing the frame with their combined weight. He knelt behind Walid and massaged his shoulders. "It's about the journey, not the destination, you know."

"I know that, I just don't want the journey to last forever, thank you."

"Hush. You ought to learn that not everything should come with instant gratification."

"And you oughtta learn that I ain't got all day, old man." Walid leaned to the side and turned his head to Ethan, his trunk coming up to link with him. Ethan hooked trunks with him and the two men pulled each other in for a kiss. Gentle smacks rang out through the bedroom as they smooched, swimming in the residual joy of their previous orgasms and the warmth of each other's lips. Ethan's hands slid down Walid's chest, swiping through the cum that stained it. He came to rest on the belly, smoothing his palms across the velvet brown skin.

Their mouths parted eventually. Walid got up and turned around so that they could kneel in front of each other. He pasted half of his hip to Ethan's so that their enormous cocks would hang at each other's side. They resumed their gentle kissing, hands grasping both those incredible pillars and breathing life into them with long, loving strokes. Their heartbeats pounded side by side behind their conjoined pecs. The central artery that stemmed through their shafts beat within their grasps. Central to it all were their smooches, firm and loving. Ethan bit at his bottom lip gently and pulled on it. Their tongues sparred while their trunks wormed and squirmed randomly.

A snort blew through Ethan's nose as an ache panged through his cock muscle. His heart worked overtime to ignite his penis, a goliath task. Walid sensed his discomfort and broke the kiss with a cheeky smile. "Having trouble?"

"Ah, a smidgeon."

"Gonna need more than just my hand, aren't you?"

"If it's no trouble."

"None at all. You know that."

"What do you plan on doing?"

"Mmmmmm, I have an idea." Walid fell back from him and turned around again, this time lying on his stomach with his ass perked up at Ethan. Beneath those colossal double-domes were his Jovian orbs, propping his hips in the air like a bean bag. His tail did a gay flick. He looked back at Ethan saucily. "Care to indulge?"

Another bite of pain in Ethan's shaft. "Mmm, I might."

"Well then..." Walid gave his ass a gentle sway. His haunches would careen one way like a tractor trailer ready to keel over before swinging the other way. "Come and get it."

A hearty smile split Ethan's face. "Don't mind if I do." He grabbed his cock and plopped it right down on Walid's crack. It was a devastating impact of flesh on flesh. Whap! It sent a ripple of delight up Walid's spine, making him purr. Those inner curves of his cheeks gripped the turgid meat that sat on them like an anvil. The residing spit and cum slid into his canyon, tickling his pucker and the sensitive skin that surrounded it. "Oh, you're ready for this, aren't you?" Ethan chided.

"Mmmmmmm~" Walid backed his ass up on him, pressing into Ethan's balls and dragging that gargantuan python further up his crack. The head sat on his lower back, hot and moist. "I've been ready all day, old man." He grinded his ass in a methodical up and down motion, sawing Ethan's cock on himself. "Spending all that time with stuck-up colleagues and students, leaving your dear old hubby to stew in his horniness all day. You oughtta be ashamed." His voice was low and throaty, a keen indicator of his need.

Ethan chortled softly. He grabbed a handful of Walid's ass before rubbing it around. "Now, now. Don't be so tetchy. The longer you wait for something the better it'll be when you finally get it. I've been looking forward to this weekend too, you know. You've been latched to my mind like a leech. I couldn't stop thinking about you if I tried." His penis was getting hard again. While not quite erect, it was at the stage of pointing over Walid's back like a summit flag, proud to claim the mountain of ass grinding on it. Precum was drooling out of the slit again, onto Walid's lower back. The foreskin was inching its way back down the helmet.

"Mmmmmmm~" Walid gave his ass a wag, jostling Ethan's dick with it to and fro. "You've been waiting for this ass, hmm?"

"That's right." Ethan reeled his hand back and gave Walid a spank. Whack! "And I intend on doing a lot with it now that I have it."

"Mmmmmm, awesome. Now do me a favor and get hard so we can both stop waiting."

Ethan smiled. "Not to worry, love. Not much longer now."

And it wasn't. Ethan was at his pinnacle shortly after, that rocket of flesh soaring off of Walid's backside, producing another haughty flow of precum. He drew himself backwards with a few steps. It was quite the journey just to make enough space between him and Walid to fit his cock. He held it with both hands, carefully aiming down that fathomless canyon. Walid obliged to reach back and spread his cheeks for him. That clotted ring of puckered muscle winked at him. Its owner looked over his shoulder impatiently. He would wait no longer. Ethan Pressed forward, uniting their intimates headlong. That fat cock head squished into Walid's donut, sinking it inwards and then bowing it open.

"Ahhh..." Walid let go of his haunches, letting them clap together around Ethan's penis. He let himself relax, hands out on the mattress in front of where he laid his chin and trunk. That building pressure laid squarely on his tailhole. He breathed carefully, trying his best not to tense himself, though he could not stop himself from clenching his fingers around the sheets.

Ethan went slowly. His hands were on Walid's hips, pulling him at the same speed with which he pushed himself forward. That taut donut bowed around the tip of his spear, strangling it tightly. Ethan bit his lip and controlled his own breathing. He watched as the tip vanished bit by bit until finally Walid gaped to the girth of his glans and swallowed the head in its entirety.

"Hahhh... Hmmmmmm..." moaned Walid. Though the pressure and resulting discomfort were great, so was the budding delight that rippled through his insides and made his toes curl. Ethan was only on the fringe of his boy spot and yet it was enough to drill out an even greater flow of precum. "Hahhhh, that's good. Mmmmm..."

Ethan let out a long exhale through his mouth. "Whooooooo, I agree." He slid his hands around Walid's lower back. "I've been needing this badly."

"Huhhh... You're telling me..."

"Been wanting this, haven't you?"

"Fuck... I already told you."

"You have, now be a good girl and show me."

"Hahhhhh..." Walid drew himself backwards, impaling farthing down that hefty shaft and filling more of his guts. He felt it crunch past his buzzer like a burst of joy in his balls. "Huhhhh~ Ohhh..." There was the squelch and squish of flesh being compacted, pausing only when Walid had to start scooting his legs backwards just to consume more of Ethan's cock. Rising up his pelvis and vanishing into his belly was a bulge marking where he'd been penetrated to. It landed deep in his core by the time his buttocks flattened against Ethan's hips. By then his entire body was shaking. Doleful moans echoed from him steadily. "Ohh... Ohhh... Fuck... Hahhh... That's it... Mmmmmmmm, fuck..."

Ethan admired his arduous descent, soothing him through the process with some kind rubs and pinches around his ass. The grip on his pecker from hilt to head was suffocating, milking him for his pleasure and precum. Just flexing his cock muscle would result in a soft gasp from his lover. The two of them stayed where they were for a few moments more, letting their bodily connection fill out its quota of delight.

It was the impatient Walid who begged for things to continue. "Huhhh... Aren't you going to fuck me? Ohh..."

"I was getting there." Ethan played with his hair. "I was busy admiring how fetching the back of your head was."

"Hahhh... You can do that while... Ohhh... While fucking me too."

"I sure can, and I will, but why not wait a little longer?"

"Ethan..."

Ethan chuckled. "I'm teasing you, darling."

"Hahhhh... I hate you~"

"The feeling's mutual." Ethan's hands came to Walid's hips to form a tight grip. He pulled his ass back, retracting half of his cock like a stick from a butter churn. The sphincter bowed out with it before collapsing upon Ethan's first thrust. He could only pull back for half the length of his cock, but that was more than enough for both men to get the enjoyment they needed. Ethan assumed a slow, grinding pace. He would push on Walid with the backswing of his ass before pulling in time with a plunge into his guts. Mesmerizing him was the sight of his vascular, gray log vanishing into his hubby's silo. "Mmmm, that's it. That's incredible. Yes~"

Walid happened to agree. "Huhhhh! Oh yes... Huhhhhh, fuck me. Ohhhhhh... Huhhh... Yes... Yes~"

"Worth the wait, isn't it?"

"Hahahhhh... Maybe... If you make me cum it will be. Mmmmmm..."

"Don't worry. I intend to." His half moons floated backwards then careened forward with the clench of his glutes, dimpling his ass cheeks and making them wobble. His hips merely tapped Walid's backside, though that was more than enough to send ripples throughout the moaning elephant's bottom half. The potential to break him in half loitered in Ethan like a bull ready to charge. He remained placid, for now. Both men knew what would be unleashed. Both men couldn't wait. "I think I'll make up for time spent at the university. Mph. You said I should be ashamed for making you wait? Well I'll pay my debts and then some this entire weekend.

Hearty laughter from Walid. "Hahahhhhhhh... Good. I- Huhhhh... Fuck... I look forward to it... Ohhhh..." His fist clenched at the comforter. "Yes... So good..."

"Oh, honey. I haven't even begun to fuck you yet."

"I know. Huhhh... Why don't you get started... Mmmmm... Grandpa?" He followed his jeer with a weak laugh.

It did the trick. "Careful what you wish for, slut. Here I come." Ethan bent over slightly and grabbed Walid's shoulders. His ass arced into the air behind him, achieving a brief pull back followed by a heaving thrust. Those mammoth ass cheeks slammed together, propelling his cock full tilt into Walid's ass. Their bodies struck full force. A tsunami of flesh rebounded across both their lower bodies. The smack was deafening.

WHACK!

In just that instant all of Walid's brattiness shattered. "Huhhh!!!" His lumbar suffered the brunt of it, threatening to telescope into itself. Even greater was the mighty plunge into his insides. That ardent assault on his prostate blew up into a fireball of delight glowing over every other sensation. Everything else was just there to enhance it. "Huhhhhh! Oh fuck! Ohhhhh! Yes! Ohh yes! Huhhhhhhhhh!"

With the pleasure of fucking such a tight ass was the fatigue of putting Ethan's entire body into it. His ass and thigh muscles started to seize. Sweat broke out across his forehead, trailing down his skin in clear streams and dripping off his jowls. He huffed and heaved loudly, sinking his fingers into Walid's shoulders to fight the growing burn in his muscles and lungs. He was fortunate that his pleasure was growing again, promoting his rampant huffs into genuine moans.

"Hahhhh... How is it? Huhhh... Feeling it... Mmm... Well enough? Huhhhh... God..."

As if Walid wasn't making that clear enough already. "Yes! Oh fuck! Huhhhhh! So good! Oh God... Huhhhhhh... Fuck me... Yes! So fucking good... Ohhhhhhh..."

"Hahhh... Good... Nnnnnn... Think I'm going to cum soon. Heavens... Ahhhh... I can feel it."

Walid growled through clenched teeth, half of his face being planted against the bedsheet.. "Oh God, yes. Ethan, fuck me. Ohhhhhhh fuck. Huhhhhhhh! Yes!" That white hot beacon of pleasure in his backside was growing into something unstable, ready to explode as it did in Ethan. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Huhhh, I' cumming. Yes!" His voice hit a falsetto. "I'm cumming! Huhhhhh!"

Ethan's face wrinkled into a ferocious glower as his body prepared to do the same. "Ah, yes! Cumming! Cumming! Huhhhh! HRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHUUUHHHHH~~~!!!" He punctuated his growl with a terrific heave, slamming his hips on Walid's ass and his cock into the greatest depths. He let fly another round of cum, this load barreling through Walid's insides in a series of muscle-bloating throbs.

It was the trigger and catalyst to Walid's orgasm. His head launched from the mattress with the violent arch his back and neck performed. Trunk shot upwards into a triumphant streamer. "HUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" Between his chest and the mattress he unleashed his own giant load. It squashed between his pecs and the sheets, forming a massive wet spot that spread across the breadth of his chest.

Both men were blinded by ecstasy. Their voices droned away with the depletion of their climaxes. They were both lost in a cloud of dopamine, listlessly sitting atop the bed, doused in sweat and panting hard. Ethan's heart roared in his breast, on the brink of a medical emergency. He put his right hand over it. Sweat dripped and cooled on his skin.

"Goodness... Almighty..." He looked down at Walid who was slumped atop the sheets. If it wasn't for the rise and fall of his back Ethan would've thought he was dead. "How did you like it?"

"Nnnnnnnnnn..." He smacked his lips. "That was amazing... Mmmmm..."

"Hahaha... Wasn't it?" Ethan knelt upright with a groan and began marching backwards on his knees to retract from Walid's butt. His cock fell out limply, veins at their absolute strongest. As it thudded on the sheets below there came a nasty waterfall of molten ivory from Walid's pucker. It fell shut gradually, but not in time to stop a giant slug of cum from plopping onto the back of his balls and then slopping down to the comforter. "Woooooo..." said Ethan. "Would you look at that~"

"Mmmmmmmmm~" The feeling of that thickish nectar slithering down the slope of his balls tickled something heavenly. "I love it." Walid slumped over onto his side, propped his head up on his hand, and smiled up at his lover. A giant wet spot was plastered on the sheet. The other half of it glistened in a thin film across his chest. His spent cock sat on the mattress in front of him like a dead catfish. He traced his finger around the flank of his ass. "I don't suppose you've got any more of that in you."

"In me? Perhaps. But getting it out might require you to dig a six foot hole in the ground."

"After cumming my brains out like I just did, I think it'll be worth it."

"Heh. Worth it or not, you're not getting it."

"Oh, phooey." Walid held his hand out towards him. "At least help me up, big guy."

Ethan took his hand and helped him up into a kneeling position. They shared a quick smooch, their flaccid cocks smushed into one another. "Meet me in the shower?" Ethan asked.

Both of them and the bed reeked of sexual aftermath. Walid's first orgasm was starting to crust around his collar and neck. "I think that's a good idea, yes."

The two of them slid off the mattress and went to the bathroom together. In it was a walk-in shower that consumed half of the entire room. Like everything else in that house it had to be made incredibly massive to be able to consume their residents' size. The shower head had to hang directly from the ceiling with extra nozzles coming straight out of the walls. A single head coming from the top of the wall wasn't going to cut it, not when the occupants would be behemoths nearly brushing the ceiling with their scalps.

Ethan turned the water on. Steamy water shot out from every direction towards the center of the shower. Both men stepped inside, one at a time, getting rid of every bit of space with their collective volumes. There may not have been much room, but it was more than enough to get each other clean in. They took turns scrubbing each, getting rid of all the stink and grime they had produced in such ample quantities. They were both clean shortly thereafter, though they did not leave before spending some more time making out, touching each other's bodies, and enjoying the heat of the shower's all-encompassing spray.

Only once their fingers started to prune did they step out and dry off. Ethan rubbed a towel around his body. It looked more like a wash cloth given the size of his hand and body. "Well that's a proper way to start the weekend off, I think."

"I'll say." Walid was flossing his crotch and balls with a towel. "I think we should spend the rest of the weekend like that too." He cocked an eyebrow. "That is if you think you've got it in you."

Ethan scoffed. "Please. You know very well I do. Come Monday you'll think you've been fucked by a train."

Walid's guts still felt like they were out of place. His gait was spread out and awkward. "Monday? I feel like I've gone through the entire station already."

Hearty laughter bounced Ethan's chest. "Ahahaha! Well you've got another station waiting on you, sweetheart. After all, I owe you for the week's wait, don't I?" He clapped Walid's shoulder.

Walid laughed it off. "Yeah, you do. I can't wait~"

Then the two of them kissed.

***

The rest of their evening was spent much more softly, that is to say without any back-breaking sex. The two of them, Ethan especially, were exhausted from that first session alone, thus it was best to keep things slow until the coming day. That's not to say there weren't any signs of affection or even sexual advances. Their clothes were officially abandoned in their bedroom, left on the carpet to be picked up and thrown into the wash along with their cum-laden bed sheets. The rest of the day and the weekend thereafter was spent totally nude, knees in the breeze, buns in the sun, au naturale,

They slept in the next morning, a tradition on Saturdays and Sundays. Walid snorted awake on his back, one lumbering arm bent atop his head. Walid was latched to his side, hugging his chest, face nuzzled into a hairy pec. He slumbered peacefully, his open mouth letting out a thin trail of drool. Soft snores rumbled in and out of his mouth. With Ethan as his pillow there was no way he was waking up easily. Neither was Ethan about to try and make him. He slid his arm down on Walid's back and gave him a soft pat, happy to let him sleep.

He woke up towards the latter hours of the morning when the clock read quadruple digits. Even then all he did was split a deep yawn and smack his lips. His trunk came up and wormed around the scratchy globe of Ethan's gut. He didn't know if Ethan was awake or not. Either way it wasn't going to stop him from savoring the warm density of his hubby.

He felt it thrum when Ethan spoke. "Good morning."

"Mmmmm, mornin'."

"Sleep well?"

"Like a brick."

"I'm sure. Do you feel like getting up and making breakfast?"

Walid groaned. "Nnnnnn, not really. Are you hungry?"

"I'm always hungry in the morning."

"Me too."

"Then why don't you go cook us something?"

Walid pouted. "Do it yourself old man."

"I would, but you've got me pinned."

Walid's trunk continued orbiting Ethan's belly. "Good. I might keep you here forever."

"I can live with that."

"Mmm, so can I."

"Though I really, really would like a stack of pancakes right about now."

"Ughhhh..." Walid grabbed the sheet and threw it off them, exposing their nudity. Walid rolled off the bed and made a tremendous stretch of the arms over his head. Another yawn sucked through his mouth. "Huhhhhhhh... Be ready in a few minutes." He looked over his shoulder at Ethan. "You better get out of bed too, 'cause I ain't servin' to you there."

Ethan cackled. "No, I didn't expect you would." He rolled out of bed next and followed Walid out of the bedroom to the kitchen downstairs. While Walid threw on his favorite green apron and busted out the fixings to make pancake batter Ethan thought he'd have himself a smoke. His pipe, an elegantly curved billiard made out of cherry wood, was in a leather case along with some tins of tobacco that he all kept inside of a glass shelf in the living room. He gathered the fine smoking instrument and a tin of Oregon Cherry. Smoking gear in hand he wandered to the patio. Outside the sun was on the last few degrees towards being over the trees and their canopy. His bare souls flattened against the warm cobblestone. Bordering their home and the few others in that old neighborhood were trees dense with foliage, successfully censoring Ethan and his bodacious nudity so that he could have a seat on a chair and smoke in peace. Should any neighbor be so nosy as to peer through the forest then whatever they happened to see was their responsibility, not his.

He came to sit on an enormous rocking chair. His flaccid cock and balls hung over the front of the seat between his open knees. The steel of his piercings, both in his nipples and poking from his foreskin, glinted brightly in the sunlight. With the wind on his testicles he calmly plucked the pipe into his mouth and opened the tin. Inside was a clot of black, dry tobacco fragments, enough for a morning smoke. He pinched it out, packed it into the bell of his pipe, then lit it with a personal lighter. A few puffs and the leaves were burning, snowy cumuli billowing from his lips with translucent ribbons jellying from the bell.

He leaned back in the chair, creaking the skids on the cobblestone porch. He puckered his lips on the pipe, filling his mouth with a sweet earthy flavor. He opened his mouth to let loose a fat cloud. A small retrohale burned his lungs before he tooted it out from his trunk. Rocking on his heels slowly his genitals swung gently like pendulums. He chewed on the pipe placidly, pondering what was on the newspaper. He cursed himself. He'd forgotten to pick it up from the mailslot before coming outside, and he was so comfortable already!

Another long drag on the pipe. Another billow of white smoke. "Damn it all." He lurched forward on his chair and stood up before turning around to go back inside. He wandered towards the front door, the pipe still latched between his teeth, thumping his feet on the hardwood. Beyond the strong smell of smoke he could smell the cook of pancake batter and hear it sizzling on the skillet.

Apparently Walid could smell him too. "Excuse me!" called a disgruntled voice from the kitchen. "I know that isn't a smoke I'm smelling in the house right now!"

Shit. "I'm just going to get the mail!" Ethan had made it to the foyer where he saw the mail piled on the floor beneath the door slot. The newspaper was likely on the front porch. Hope nobody's driving past.

"Well then get the mail and go back outside!" Walid shouted. "You know I don't like you smoking inside."

"Yes. The memory of us first moving in here is deeply traumatized on me."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" He peeked through the door windows across the front yard. There was the yonder street and the neighbor's home right across it. He peered down and saw the paper bundled up in a tight plastic bag. Bastards didn't even try to squeeze it through. One quick double-check that nobody was out there and he grabbed the knob. In one rapid movement he turned it, swung the door open, and launched his arm out to snag the paper. Glowing embers He was outside for less than half a second before he scrambled back inside and slammed the door shut. The paper was clenched in his fist tightly. His heart was pumping. "Woo!" He pulled his pipe from his mouth to see if he'd lost any embers. Fortunately, everything was where it was supposed to be.

Walid, having just made the first flip of a flapjack, frowned at all the commotion. "What was that?"

"Nothing. Just getting the paper." Ethan tucked it under his arm and headed back to the patio.

"Well, now that you've got it can you get that smoke out of here?"

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Yes, dear." He made it back to the patio, paper in tow, and sat back down in his rocking chair with a satisfied sigh. "I think that's enough excitement for the morning," he mumbled while sliding the paper out of its bag and opening to the front page. Nothing of note was happening locally. Mostly everything pictured and described had to do with collegiate sports. Any games not involving the university where Ethan taught was none of his concern. In spite of his brutish athleticism, sports were never his go to.

Only a few minutes later Walid stepped out from the sliding doors carrying two plates. Atop them both were stacked towers of pancakes utterly soaked in maple syrup. He was still wearing his green apron, and nothing else. He presented the plate to Ethan. He grimaced in the immediate presence of the pipe. "I don't know how you enjoy the taste of anything when you're sucking on that nasty thing."

Ethan set his paper aside and took the plate. "That's because you've never tried it. Thank you."

"And give myself cancer? No thanks." He wandered over to the nearest rocking chair and sat down with his own plate in his lap, right over the swell in his apron where it fell over his cock. He knifed off a wedge of flapjack and devoured it.

"Love, I've been smoking this exact pipe for over thirty years and I've yet to develop any kind of cancer."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, and I don't want you too."

"Though I am flattered your so concerned. Didn't you say yesterday you were planning to poison me?"

"Yeah, 'cause clearly cancer ain't doing the job quick enough."

Ethan chuckled. "A terrible shame." He let his pipe rest on the table next to him where he'd put the paper down. He cut off and ate some pancakes. A slab of half-melted butter sat at the stack's summit, bleeding a fatty yellow oil down its tawny tiers. "Mmm. Good."

"I'm glad you like it," Walid said. He stuck another piece into his mouth and looked around the yard. "Nobody's watching us, are they?" he asked through a full mouth.

"Can you see into the next yard through those trees?"

"No."

"Then I don't think anybody is, no. Who wants to watch two naked gay men eat breakfast in the morning?"

Walid shrugged. "I wouldn't mind. Might be entertaining."

"Well, I doubt most people would. Besides, this is our property. We're not doing anything illegal. If they see something they don't want to see, that's their issue, not ours."

"Yeah, I guess. Sorry if I'm not as comfortable with having my ass out as you are."

"You didn't have to come out here, you know."

"You were smoking. I didn't want you to come inside and put it out."

"That's kind of you, but perhaps I didn't have to put it out at all."

Walid narrowed his eyes at him. "Over my dead body."

Ethan chuckled. "Right. My bad."

The two of them chewed over their breakfasts for the next few minutes. Walid's mild anxiety over a possible voyeur dissipated once his stomach was full. He laid his sticky plate and fork aside. He patted his tummy and rocked back in his chair while Ethan continued to take his time with his stack. His body was easily admired in the pre-noon light, resting in a country-style rocking chair which he swayed himself in lazily. Walid could make out each and every fiber of body hair that covered him as well as the many facets of muscle that defined him. His monstrous dick and purse hung from him lazily, swinging along with him. Walid hated to admit it, but he wished the pipe was in his mouth to complete his image of the quintessential DILF.

Ethan caught him admiring. "What's that look for?" he asked with a smile.

"Nothing. You're just handsome."

It was an unexpected compliment, but welcome. "Thank you. Where's this coming from?"

"From looking at you."

"Ah. I should've gathered."

"You gonna hurry up and finish those pancakes?"

Ethan's smile faltered. "Why? Do you want the rest?"

"No. I'm stuffed. It's you I want."

"Oh. Oh I see. Heh. Just let me finish these and we can head inside."

"Forget inside. I wanna do it out here."

Ethan's face lit up with surprise. "Out here? Didn't you just say you were worried about people looking?"

"That was before I started looking at you. Why? Nervous all of the sudden?"

A bemused Ethan scoffed. "Why, I'm just trying to finish my pancakes, is all. Can I do that, at least?"

"Of course you can." Walid stood up from his rocking chair. He pulled the string on his apron, letting it fall to around his feet. His cock was already in the process of getting hard, its dark tan shaft lengthening out towards his ankles, tip breaching the foreskin. "Once I'm finished with you of course."

Ethan's gaze, quite naturally, was on that cascade of swollen elephant meat hanging off his husband. Yes, he was still working on his pancakes, but like a patron at a restaurant spotting a more appetizing meal than what they had ordered, he quite suddenly wanted something else. He feigned a frustrated sigh and put his plate aside on the table next to him, alongside his smoldering pipe and newspaper. None of the three had been finished yet.

"Well, if I have to," he lamented falsely.

"Don't act so disappointed." Walid sauntered up to him, swinging his dick off the pump of his legs. "I'll make it worth your morning."

Walid made to sit in Ethan's lap side saddle, but was held back by a hand on his thigh. "Wait. Together I think we'll break the chair."

Walid backed off. "OK, let me try this, then." He stood back upright and came around the side of the chair where he leaned over to bring his face into Ethan's. The two men kissed, heads tilting in opposite directions. While their lips smacked, trading the oddly pleasant mix of maple syrup and Virginian tobacco, Walid's hand floated down to Ethan's cock and caressed it. He ran his palm across the topside, from the glans to the base. It was soft for now, but he could feel the blood rushing into it with each stroke of his fingers. His own pecker was on the way up in front of him, breaching the foreskin with his helmet and pointing at the house behind the chair.

Ethan returned the favor by reaching one hand out and fondling Walid's sack. He gave one orb a lift while rolling it around with his wrist. The skin was thick and leathery, a joy just to breeze his hand around. It went up to the hilt of Walid's cock and grabbed it. Both men stroked each other, breathing life into their erections. As usual, Walid beat him to the punch with a stiff rager that soared in front of him proudly. Ethan was not far behind, but not quite at the vitality that was required to please his husband. It was up against his belly, moving along with Walid's tight, loving strokes.

Walid broke the kiss apart. "Need some more help, old man?"

Ethan sneered. Little brat. "I'm almost there, thank you. Some continued work with your hand will do the trick in just a few more moments."

"I don't have a few more moments. I'm horny now."

"And I'm not? You're the one who pounced on me so prematurely."

"Hush. Let me do something that'll kickstart things." He came around to the front of the chair and laid his brawny hands on Ethan's wrists atop the armrests. His cock fell atop Ethan's, the heat of their pillars simmering together between their bellies. He leaned forward, angling the chair backwards on its skids.

Concern had Ethan turning his head and looking backwards. "Be careful, now. I don't want this thing to break on us. It's a $700 chair."

"Hush. I'm not going to sit on you. Just getting a little more intimate, is all. Watch." He humped against Ethan, frotting their cocks together and sandwiching them between their stomachs. The pressure squeezing them brought out a bead of precum from them both, the oily products meshing together and becoming one. Walid drew himself back and delivered another hump, this one being loooooong and heavy. Some delight flickered in the head of his cock which was flattened against Ethan's. He could feel the cold bite of that Prince Albert pressing into him. "Mmmmmm~ This getting the job done?"

It was. Ethan felt his heart pumping again, doing everything it could to match the masculine stiffness which was bearing into him. He watched the darkened flesh of his glans get mushed into his chest alongside Walid's. He bit his lip. "It is. Whew." He looked up at Walid's smiling face. "Though it's not as good as simply seeing a cute boy such as yourself trapped between my legs."

"Trapped? If anyone here's trapped, it's you."

Ethan's eye twitched as soon as he felt his cock reach the pinnacle of an erection. "Perhaps. I certainly don't mind. You had me as your pillow earlier. Hmm... I don't mind being in this position either."

"Mmmm, neither do I." Walid stood upright, peeling their bodies apart and letting free their gargantuan poles. Walid grabbed his and batted it against Ethan's. Their flash bounced and jostled cartoonishly. "Now that I've got you where I want you, how do you want me?"

"Well, let me see." Ethan politely pushed him back so that he would stop beating his dick on him. He stood up from the chair, letting his cock fall forward in front of him like an executioner's ax. It came to a stop in front of Walid, their barrels staring each other down like the two men did. "Be a doll and bend over this rocking chair for me. Hold on tight~"

"Yes sir~"

The two of them switched places, Walid bending over the front of the rocking chair with his hands on the armrests. His tail flicked straight into the air and then sagged, adding a little antenna to the great two domes that wobbled. His balls hung between his thighs with their usual enormity while his cock got to sit on the seat of the rocking chair, bleeding its tepid flow of oily excitement.

Ethan was behind him, taking in the view. His cock roared in front of him, ready to make quick work of the horny bull before it. That would happen in time, but with his stomach having been denied the last portion of his pancakes, he found himself hungry for something else. He palmed Walid's ass cheeks and pulled them apart. There was that crudely beautiful pucker, its wrinkles unfolding with a bratty wink. Ethan grinned, then fell to his knees.

"Oooh~" cooed Walid. "Hungry are we?"

"Starving. Won't let me have the rest of my pancakes? Well then I think I'll get my breakfast from someplace else."

"Mmmm, eat up, then~"

"I plan to." Ethan closed his eyes and dove his face into Walid's crack. He let go of the haunches, letting them smack back together astride his face. The impact was enough to make his ears ring. As enormous as his head was, a giant portion of it was hidden in Walid's ass. He liked it that way. His trunk laid atop Walid's back, the nostrils drooped over the shoulder. With that wrinkly beacon of heat sighing radiating against his lips he was enticed to let his tongue out on it. One slow, sensual lick drew up the breadth of Walid's crater.

A shiver blew through him, jiggling the flesh holding Ethan's head captive. Second to having his tail hole eaten was the gentle tickle of Ethan's beard hairs. "Mmmmm... That's it. Yeah~"

Ethan went leisurely at first, going after Walid's hole with just a few long laps of the tongue. That leathery skin scraped the tip. Between Walid's trench and Ethan's face was a growing reservoir of spit that tailed down Walid's taint and balls. Ethan massaged his ass with one hand while the other grabbed the root of his tail and kept it curled back. Huffs of delight beat out of his mouth and onto Walid, spreading hot air throughout that mighty deep canyon.

Each rake of the tongue was pure bliss for Walid. The muscles running along his legs started to twitch. His grip on the armrests tightened. It was getting harder to keep the chair upright with the way his body would quiver and sway. He had to make extra support by latching his trunk to the chair's backrest. "Hahhhh... That's good. Damn. Huhhh... Fuck."

A hearty cackle echoed out from his ass. Ethan escalated to rimming, circling his tongue in sharp, rapid orbits. It drew more quivers and moans out of Walid, encouraging Ethan to stick the tip straight into the epicenter.

That got a reaction out of him. "Haha! Ahhh! Hahah... OK... Mmmmm..."

Ethan was grinning to himself inside of his ass. He withdrew his tongue to release a barrage of sharp jabs and flicks, hitting every fragment of sensitive entrance that he could. Before long his husband was a jittery mess, hissing and purring with every strike of the tongue. His body vibrated steadily. His grip on the armrests tightened. At this rate he thought he might actually topple over and break the damn thing, and Ethan wasn't even fucking him yet.

Satisfied that Walid was loose and ready, Ethan popped his face out from his crack. Mwop! Spit shone across his mouth and all the way down Walid's trench. He stood up, glancing his dick against Walid's backside and then letting it flop onto where his face had been. "You enjoy that, darling?"

"Did I enjoy it?" Walid chuckled. "God, you've got me ready to melt. I was bad enough as it was. If you don't fuck me right now I might die."

"Ohh, we don't want that, now do we?" Ethan rubbed the top quadrant of his cock, rubbing out a thickish slag of precum that fell onto the trench of Walid's spine. "I think I'll have to remedy that~"

Walid backed his ass up with a purr. "Mmmm, please do~"

"Alright. Just be quiet. Don't want the neighbors knowing anything about all this."

"No promises, now shut up and fuck me."

"Heh, can do."

Ethan stepped back until his dick could fall in line with Walid's tailhole. On instinct he pulled his cheeks apart for better access which Ethan capitalized on. He pressed the tip into that whole, already properly lubed for more attention. There was a soft skwish as the slobber was pressed out from around the pucker. Ethan applied pressure, and it started to distend.

"Ahh..." Walid meant to relax, but couldn't with his stance on the chair holding him up. "Wait. Hold on." He climbed onto the seat with his knees, looking over the top of the headrest. There he was more stable, but couldn't stop the chair from rocking. Ethan stopped it with a firm grip on Walid's hip. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now where were we? Oh yeah." He put his dick back where it was. Skwish.

Walid could relax more properly this time. His droopy trunk swayed down the back of the rocking chair. A sleepy look came over his eyes. "Hahhh..." He felt the difficult stretch of his ring muscle, the pressure increasing into something uncomfortable until finally Ethan's head slipped inside with a curt shove. "Uhhhh! Huhhhhh..."

Ethan planted both his arms on Walid's hips, taking just one moment to savor the tightness of his ass before he began the rest of his plunge inside. He watched his pecker shorten into the moist, darkened crater of dilated sphincter. Walid's insides embraced him fondly, milking him for the first real bites of pleasure that morning. He breathed through his trunk, holding onto an even head while listening to his partner gasp and moan.

"Huhhhh! Uhhhhh... Fuck... Yes." That pillar was on his prostate with its usual assertiveness. Precum drooled from his tip in absolute droves. He felt Ethan all the way in his gut. "Huhhh... Huhhh... Huhhh... Oh God... Yes... Yes... Mmmmmmm..."

Ethan sighed and rubbed up Walid's curves. He pulled on him so that his cheeks flattened against the hips. "Woooooo... This is how you start a morning."

"Haha... Ahhh... Ahhh... Better than pancakes, right? Huhhh... And that stupid pipe..."

"Oh! Thank you for reminding me." Ethan casually reached over for his pipe. Luckily for him it was still lit and had some unburnt leaves in the bottom of the bowl. "Perfect!" He clamped it between his lips and took a puff. "There we go. Now we can start things properly."

Walid let out a beleaguered groan. "Ughhhh..."

"Hush, now. Let daddy enjoy his pipe." The pipe, for the most part, simply remained clamped between his teeth as he focused on drawing his hips back to initiate the first thrust. It blew into Walid's ass, rocking him and the chair he knelt on forward.

"Huhhhh! Uhhhh... Huhhhhh, God... Fuck..." He was fucked calmly at first, Ethan having to adjust for the tilt of the rocking chair. It made for some awkward moving, but once he was able to get it leaning at the proper angle and stay there, Ethan went full force. BAP. BAP. BAP. BAP. BAP. "Huhhhhhh! Huhhhh! Fuck! Oh God! Oh God..."

Ethan huffed through his clench teeth. White smoke billowed from the bell of his pipe like from a chimney. "Easy now Hmph. Neighbors!" His voice was muffled from the clamp of his teeth.

"Nnnnnn... Not my... Huhhhh... Not my fault... You dick... Huhhhh..."

"Heh... Big isn't it? Hnnn."

"Hahahhhhh... That's not... That's not what I meant..."

"Hah, but am I wrong?"

It took a few more moments of moaning and gasping before Walid could speak. "Huhhhhhhh... No..."

"Hah. Didn't think so." His pace went deeper and harder. His hips clapped on Walid's ass. His warning about the neighbors had promptly been forgotten, scruples on the wind of his rabid horniness. The pipe angled up from his jaw as it started to clench harder. Walid grew louder, carrying his effeminate wails across the lawn and through the trees surrounding it. Any soul fortunate/unfortunate enough to be outside next door would've heard them, but neither of them gave that a fraction of a thought, not when they were both ready to cum their brains out.

Walid embraced the backrest of the chair for dear life, nearly snapping the slats with the power of his hug. His voice carried into a shrill falsetto before plummeting into a throaty groan. "Huhhhhhh! Huhhhhh! Huhhhhh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck I'm cumming! Yes... Yes... Oh God, yes... Huhhhhh... I'm about to cum..."

A hissing inhale ripped through Ethan's teeth and the pipe they were clamped around, drawing a great puff of white smoke into his mouth. Spicy air singed his throat and lungs. Smoke billowed off his mouth in long, white tails. "Dammit!" He plucked the pipe, one of his most cherished possessions, and chucked it onto the table. It smacked the wood hard with a plume of embers and ash erupting from the bowl. It had been in his mouth for a grand total of six minutes. He felt stupid for putting it in his mouth in the first place. Oh well. He quickly forgot about it since it was time to fuck Walid's brains out. "Huhhhhh! I'm cumming too! Fuck! FUUUUUUCK!" His face scrunched shut. His last trio of thrusts grew slow and deep. One. Two. Three. "HNNNNNGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH~~~!!!"

The rocking chair was almost knocked off its skids by the force of his last heave. Head thrown backwards, face wrinkled into a ferocious snarl, he blasted his load into Walid's depths. Those mighty balls hanging in his purse contracted with the first pump and the many that followed. His scrotum imploded around them, leaving a crescent of skin shrunken underneath the space left by the lift of his orbs. The muscle sank and throbbed along with them, spitting his fat cum ropes as deeply as they could go.

Walid reacted similarly. "HYEEEUUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" He jerked and spasmed in the chair. His trunk lifted high in the air with the backwards throw of his head. His cock, laid up against the backrest of the chair, aiming at the sky, shot out a fountain of pearls that soared and then plummeted to the patio in a barrage of meaty slaps. While he squealed like a girl his rapidly quivering muscles jerked and jostled in the chair, vibrating the wooden frame.

Their excellent ecstasies ebbed slowly and their voices started to fade. In a dramatic case of post-nut clarity Ethan realized how loud they had been, the sound of their orgasmic harmony still ringing in his ears. Sweat was streaming down his skin when he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at the lawn. Nobody was there, of course, but that did not speak for any folk behind them or next door.

"Hahhh... Hahhhh... Damn... We were... Pretty loud... Fuck..."

Walid wasn't quite cognizant yet. He was slumped in the chair like a sack of potatoes, panting and moaning like he'd just been through the wringer. His mind was too drunken with bliss to care too much about any potential listeners. "Hahhh... Hahhh... Fucking... I don't care... Wow... That was... Really good... Mmmm... Mmmm... Fuck..."

"Ah, it was, but perhaps right here wasn't the best of places."

Walid chuckled weakly. "Now look who's worried."

"Oh, hush up." Ethan backed up so that his penis fell out of Walid. It'd lost much of its stature, but gained a solid coating of milky cum and grime. Much of what it'd spit out came running out of Walid's battered pucker before it was finally able to close. He watched with some dismay as his cum drooled onto the rocking chair's seat. "Ahh, do you think you can get up?"

Walid twisted his back to look at him. "Why? Wanna fuck me somewhere else?"

"No, it's that you're getting cum on the chair and I don't know what that'll do to the staining."

"Oh, come on." Walid awkwardly scooted back off the seat and lowered his feet to the cobblestone. It was dangerous given his euphoric inebriation and the chair's rocking. He was able to stand up finally, there being a column of man slime trailing from his cheeks to the patio. "Phew... That was awesome." He turned around, swinging out his half-deflated cock. "You wanna follow that up? Or are you gonna finish your pancakes?"

Ethan had totally forgotten about his breakfast. The taste of tobacco, syrup, and Walid's ass were all mixed on his gums in a not-unpleasant conglomerate. His pipe was out of order given he'd so unceremoniously chucked it in the middle of sex. "I think I'll have both, if you don't mind."

"Both?"

"Yes. Let me finish my pancakes and let my heart settle. Then we'll continue. But uh... Not out here again."

Walid nodded. "That's fine. Tell you what, I'll have something cooking for you upstairs." He turned his back on him with a gay twirl. "See me when you're finished~" Then he waltzed through the sliding door, his hips swaying with their usual flair.

Ethan scoffed to himself and picked up the remnant of his pipe. "Lord, save me." He spent some time to himself eating the rest of his breakfast, now cold and soggy from a period of neglect. He sprayed the chair and the patio clean with a hose before going back inside with the plates and the apron Walid failed to collect before leaving. Once everything was back in place he went to the foyer and climbed the steps with a smile on his face. He wondered what awaited him in the bedroom.

He opened the door to find Walid on his side, in the same sexy position he'd assumed after they'd eaten dinner the day before. The only difference here was that they were both already naked. As far as Ethan could see, there was nothing else unusual. That didn't mean there wasn't anything hiding underneath the surface. "Hey there, beautiful."

"Hi~" Walid ran his finger up and down the side of his thigh. "Come on in."

Ethan came in, eyes still scanning the room for whatever Walid had "cooked up". Seeing nothing, he asked, "So, what did you have in mind for this round?"

"Oh, anything is fine, but I need your help with something. I'm having a little trouble with something."

"Oh boy. And what might that be?"

Walid rolled over onto his other side, facing his ass at Ethan. "Mind helping me out?"

Ethan frowned. He still couldn't see anything. "Might I ask with what?"

"Look closer~"

Ethan did, narrowing his eyes on Walid's ass. It took a moment, but he finally noticed something peeking out from the furthest visible depth of Walid's crack. He stepped up to the bed and reached over to lift one haunch, unveiling the rhinestone base of a buttplug.

He grinned. "Oh dear. You've gotten yourself into quite the predicament, haven't you?"

"I have," purred Walid. He looked over his shoulder at Ethan. "Be a doll and help me with it?"

"Of course, my dear." Ethan mounted the mattress on his knees. He reached into Walid's hind end and hooked two fingers around the plug's base. He gave it a pull, and Walid's sphincter started to bulge. It opened around a glossy pyramid of pink silicone attached to the base by a dense stem. His pucker continued to dilate until finally the plug popped free with a jerk. It was heavy between Ethan's fingers, almost the breadth of his fist. The aroma of fruity sex jelly singed Ethan's nostrils. "My, my. Look at this. How did that get there?"

"Mmmmmmm~ I don't know." Walid rubbed his hand around his buttock. The plug had a void badly needing filling.

"Quite the trouble you were in," Ethan commented. "Glad I was there to handle things for you."

Walid was on his back, smiling up at him. His cock was fully erect again, and so was Ethan's. "Thank you very much, kind sir. Now I think there's something else you ought to replace it with." He reached up and stroked Ethan's penis.

"Yes, I think that would be paramount." Ethan let the plug fall to the floor next to the bed where it would be collected and cleaned later. For now Ethan walked around to Walid's legs and knelt between them, slapping his dick down on Walid's. He grabbed it and dragged it down to the crotch which was blanketed by a giant scrotum. "Walid, dear."

"Hehe, sorry." He hefted his nuts up and spread his legs further for better access. "How's that?"

"Much better." Ethan drew his tip towards Walid's hole and reintroduced the two. Entry was smooth this time, their session on the rocking chair and the beads having done most of the heavy work already. He pushed forward, having to walk on his knees just to make it to the balls. Things were smoother this time, but that did not mean Walid had lost any of his grip. Nor had Ethan lost any girth or length. That, out of anything, was there to stay for good.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh..." moaned Walid. He closed his beefy legs around Ethan's hips. "So sweet..."

A sigh blew through Ethan's nostrils. "Isn't it?" He latched his trunk to Walid's. "I'm glad we have the weekend together. I wouldn't want to spend it any other way."

Walid tightened his grip. "Hahhhh... By fucking me stupid? Mmmmm..."

"Yes. Precisely that."

"Huhhhh... Yeah, me neither... Ohhhhh... C'mere..."

Ethan laid over top of him, mashing his junk between their guts. The two of them kissed, sparring their tongues and knocking tusks. With their mouths still linked Ethan drew his ass back and started thrusting. He could not hope to bring himself back too far, but he could at least go deep, all while meshing their bodies in the most intimate ways possible. The entire mattress rocked beneath them. His giant gray ass swayed and clenched in the air. The grind of his body into Walid mashed into his penis, the head of which was locked between their pecs.

Between breaks in their kisses Walid would sing his praises. "Huhhh! Mmmm... Muhhhhh... Mmmmm... Yes! Mmm... Ethan... Mmmmm... Fuck me... Mmmmm..."

Ethan panted on his lips, sharing the great humidity of their breaths. "Hahhhh... Fuck... Mmmm... That's so good... Mmmm... You're so good... Mmmm... I love you."

"Ohhhhhhh! Huhhhhh! I love you too. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

And the two of them demonstrated as much with more kisses, more thrusts, more moans, and more begs. Both of their names were on each other's lips, bellowed with increasing volume as their passions elevated into a fury. The kissing stopped only when their climaxes turned inevitable, Ethan's power thrusts going into an automated bucking in spite of the great fatigue that plagued his muscles.

"Hahhhhhhh! Cumming! Cumming!" he declared.

Walid didn't have the mind to form proper words, but he got the message across well enough. "HUHHHHH! YES! YES! ETHAN! FUCK! YES! HUHHHHHHHH!"

Ethan delivered the last push with the mightiest clench of the buttocks that he could muster. His snarling face launched upwards with the violent arch of his back and neck. "HUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUHHHH~~~!!!" Another clench of the balls and of the cock muscle. More seed ripping through Walid's insides at the beat of his seminal pumps.

Even more theatrical was Walid. He performed a similar swing of the back, burying the top of his head into the mattress once a great siren belted out of him. With it was a fountain of cum hailing from the tip of his cock. Molten ivory spewed every which way, lathering his neck, chin, and the underneath of his trunk. The sheets above his head were victimized as well. It was not contained until Ethan slumped back down, plugging the ejaculation with his chest.

The two lovers were wrecked, unable to remove themselves from the bed as they lay atop it like a hill of bricks. For a protracted amount of time they couldn't speak, not when their dopamine-flooded minds were dead to the world outside of the mattress. Only when Walid licked his lips and accidentally knocked a tusk into the side of Ethan's head did he seem to remember there was an elephant on top of him with its dick up his ass.

"Hahhh... Hahhhh... Hey..."

Ethan blinked back to reality and lifted his head to look down at his husband. "Hi."

"That was pretty good."

Ethan was still catching his breath. With the smell of cum was his great expenditure of sweat. "Yes... Yes it was... Whew..."

Walid brought his trunk up to peck it on his cheek. "I love you~"

"Hahhhh... I love you too." He returned the favor with his trunk before starting the long arduous process of sitting up and pulling out. There was the usual fallout of cum gurgling out of an uncorked backside. Such a mess had to be contained, but Ethan didn't have it in him. Matter of fact, he didn't have much of anything in him. Everything had been spent on and in Walid. He collapsed to the side and then onto his back, dick limp, a giant splotch of cum lathered across his chest courtesy of Walid. He closed his eyes. He hadn't gotten out of bed over two hours ago and he was already back in it, feeling as though he'd pass out.

Keeping him awake was his husband cuddling up to him and smooching his cheek. "Thanks for that~"

"Hahhh... You're very welcome. Thank you for breakfast."

"Yeah, but I think it's almost lunch time now."

"Damn... And I feel like going to sleep. I'm so tired."

"Wanna go to sleep? Then go to sleep. I don't care. We got all weekend together."

Ethan cracked a smile. "You're right. We do." He clenched Walid's hand into his. "Nobody in this world I'd rather spend it with."

Walid purred and nuzzled his cheek. "Ditto."

THE END