VigoRx - 2.3 - Plowing On
VigoRx Chapter 2 - The DrivePart 3 - Plowing OnOne Hour and Thirty Minutes on the Road"You sure you're going to be able to do this again?" Bob asks.Jean nods, "Yeah. It makes sense anyways. I was the first to get off, so I'm probably going to be the first to have to get off again, already getting hard from Grant, too. Why risk getting someone horned up that's not due." Jean pats Michael, who looks crazy with lust, eyes twitchy. "You ready?""Yeah. Let's do this," Micheal moans.Jean gets on all fours, spreading his knees apart to lower himself even further. Michael stands and mounts right into Jean. Not wasting a moment, he buries all of his already growing twelve inches of drooling cock into Jean's hole, still cum sloppy from Grant. He wraps his arms around Jeans three foot wide waste and drags himself up his back and right off the ground. He begins to fuck his length down in Jean, while his legs flail comically out into the air behind. Hardly ten pumps in, Jean is grunting, starting to feel his depths being plunged deeper by every thrust. Grant sits behind Brett's seat on the other end, watching Michael's labored face. He hides an affectionate smile, worrying what John might think. As Michael moans in his direction, and he thinks idly about the kisses they finally shared, the tube between his legs begins to thicken. He tears himself to look away, in case it arouses him too much.John on the other hand is right against the back doors looking right in. "Grant..." John calls.Grant lets the word sit for a bit, but then curious he finally replies, "What?""If you don't come back here and watch this, you'll be sorry." John replies.Brett eyes in the back mirror worriedly. "I'm not sure if you guys watching that is a good idea." The concern falls on deaf ears, as Bob moves in to watch, and soon Grant shifts back, too.The van lowers in the back, as the three greatest masses huddle for a gander just behind the back tires. The car swerves, as the front tires momentarily lose grip. Brett's voice cracks several surprised expletives, as he steadies back the car. He asks unattentive audience, "what just happened?" but doesn't dare look back at what he thinks is going on. The three men watch with fascination. Michael's cock was already looking large, the base wider than a wrist. Jean's hole clings with each thrust, the girth already gripping him too hard. As it goes in, the base bulges out, as the shaft pushes past ever greater resistance as it lengthens down inside. Jean gasps each time Michael plunges now. The girth continues to inch outward as Michael's balls start swelling to match. The man atop was still scrawny as ever, but the cock he commands is an intimidating weapon. Grant plants a palm on Michael's ass. He kneads it. From side to side, and watches the hairless pucker wink at him."You okay?" John asks, looking to Grant. The two were about the same size after Grant leveled out, but now John was eyes to chin, and, looking down between Grants legs, he could see nineteen inches of hardening cock. Grant just sits there, playing with Michael's ass, as Michael plums Jean's. Grant's shoulders tighten, pumping harder. The cock between his legs was a mean twenty, even at his current height. Grant rocks his head back and forth then explains, "Sorry, guys." He grabs Michael's legs, and plants his tongue right up between Michael's cheeks. His large tongue lather's Michael's hole, the sweat and musk down along Michael's crease has Grant bucking. Without thought, Grant grabs Jean's cock beneath. He positions his hip just bellow Jean's ass, and brings his cock underneath Jean's. He double strokes them both. That's all Jean needed. Jean's cock swells with purpose, and, as he and Grant rub cocks, his body begins to swell towards the cabin. The giant bottoming cock in his ass resists less and less with each drive, while Jean builds to accommodate. Michael's grips Jeans lats as they flare wider, giving him a new grip to buck his body off of. Grant licks away, his broadening lats hood out like a cobra blocking all views by John and Bob. All they can see are the hairs bristling along his neck, as his muscle stretch the skin, waking with each flexing grunt. In the rear view, Brett could see Micheal pumping against Jean. Though he tries to keep focus on the road, he notices Grant's short hair wiggling about around Michael's rear during an impulsive glance. He hears laboring ecstatic moans calling from behind him, and again tries to keep his focus on the road, only losing a few glances to the mirror. In a brief peak, over the top of Jean's muscular spine, he sees Michael thrust hard into Jean. Brett moves his focus onto a red compact car beside him then to the road lines, but even with them locked, he could still hear Michael's voice begin to deepen behind. Brett squints and squirms, trying to maintain focus on the dotted lines, while his groin was begging he looks back. Michael exclaims behind him in a husky new voice, "I feel it happening!" Brett watches six lines disappear down to his left, then he peaks. Michael, who was just barely holding on a moment ago, is thrusting, grunting and now able to reach Jean's shoulders. One, two, three, four lines and the eyes turn back to the mirror. He's pulling himself up into Jean. The lanky queer's chest has some meat now, and seeming just in that one moment even a bit more fills in more musculature. Brett counts six lines, fighting the urge, but looks. Much larger now, Michael is chest to shoulder blades, and his arms wrap up under Jean's chest and reach to grip at his shoulder's, like straps on a backpack, Brett muses. Back to watching the road. One line. Brett looks up and watches Michael come ear to ear with Jean. They're exchanging sloppy side kisses. Brett sees Michael's bubble ass pound one last long time, and Micheal groans long beside Jean. Jean arches his back in response. In inadvertent consequence, Jean lifts Michael, and he presses and bends a dent up into the ceiling of the van. Brett shoots back a glance at the red compact just ahead. A face in the back, maybe 13 and maybe female, is cocked sideways, staring at the roof. Brett tactfully slows, and the red vehicle creeps ever further away. Jean collapses moaning. In the mirror, like a curtain dropping, Brett sees a new scene reveal. Fully grown and looking furiously into Michael's backside, Grant crawls up behind him. Partially hidden behind Grant's flared back, John, cheeks flush, has a hand caressing his still rubbery hose. Peaking at the other side is Bob, swelling in full arousal, cock gliding through his palm. Brett whines, "Aww No.." "Grant smiles wickedly at Brett. He aims his cock down, the slick head pushes Michaels opening. The head slips in and Grant lets his head drop back with a moan as the warmth envelops him. Taking three thrusts deep inside, he moans then looks back at Brett's voyeur eyes.Jean starts pumping the van beneath. Grunting, he asks, "Michael, can you pull out. I need to flip over before I make a mess in the carpet." Michael nods, dislodging slowly and lifting Grant to dent the roof further. The long pull free evokes ohs from Jean. Michael raises to all fours, his four foot two inches triumphantly jutting straight out, eliciting a, "holy cow," from the redhead it was just in. While Jean groans and flips, Michael rubs his bent rear along Grant's cock. Grant clutches Michael's stomach and grinds his length deeply, as they come together for another kiss. Jean's cock comes up to rub against Michael's even more giant one. Watching the three, John reaches an arm up under himself and rubs his middle finger around his pucker. The vehicle shifts. Brett cocks an eye back through the rear view, seeing Bob Leaning John forward. Hidden behind Grant, Brett can only see John's eyes roll back along with his head a second later. Bob's body slides up further into view. John feels his chest and then lets his hands wander down, out of Brett's view, to grip his cock in one hand and balls in the other. Bob's body bobs. Brett just barely see Johns hands working his cock in tandem. Bob and John both begin to grow into Brett's glancing views.Brett counts the lines, and watches vehicles pass by. The occasional look makes him wonder if his road neighbors notice the sway and bounce of the vehicle, as the fucking behind him intensifies. When a car passes with an open window, he watches for an odd stare from the passengers, wondering if anyone can hear the ecstatic moans and grunts over the rumble of the passing road. In his rear view, it's all writhing giant parts, each man now fully aroused and bulked to their largest bestial form. Brett thanks the tinted windows, as John looks out the back with Bob doggy styling him from behind. Moans, gasps, the burbling pop of wet flesh trapping pockets of air between the hot forms, the car is a symphony of sex, and the vehicle shudders with thrusting rhythms. A triumphant roar, shaking the windows, Bob calls out when Jean mounts him into a three way. The three slap in hard thrusts, throwing the vehicle about noticeably as Bob goes over the edge and empties into his partner. After a few minutes of crescendo, Bob slumps back against a corner, eyes drifting shut. Jean lets him slide free and grabs John's shoulder and pulls him atop. John watches Grant and Michael, a muscle behemoth filling the ripped hung giant beneath him, mouths locked. The thick veined member buries into Jean, eliciting a new wave of moans. While Grant waits and feels Michael pulse around him, John daisies up behind. A look of concentration falls onto Grant's face. John comes flush up against his back. John moans, a cheerful smirk pulling up his right cheek as he does. Grant growls, "oooh," and looks up angrily. Jean comes up behind John, and buries in. Grant smirks rolls his rump up around John, and pushing him back on Jean's cock. John now adds the growling, "oooh," his sliding girth up inside Grant as his hole stretches abruptly. Another growling, "oooh," and the angry look breaks to an approving grin. "Fuck yeah" Grant exclaims, as he comes to enjoy John's length, thrusting and taking in consecutively quicker grinds, soon with John doing the same. Brett sits back up tentatively. Watching his friends pumping and feeling in unison, he marvels at this last well orchestrated act. The smile falters a bit as he realizes the vehicle is starting to sway forward and back, as if on weak hydraulics, with each coordinated thrust. A station wagon passes to Brett's side, a child pointing for his parents grabs Brett's attention. Brett can see him mouthing, "what's that car doing, daddy?" A head dips down into view, and Brett has to wave, blushing at the father, as he looks quixotically at him. The man mouths, "I don't know, son." Brett rubs his brow, covering his face in the process. He slows the vehicle, letting the wagon pull away. He mulls the picture he must be producing. A bouncing van helmed by a red faced man in a red and green sweater, hair now white as snow. He thanks the tinted windows in the back again, for preventing so many people's eyes from being defiled. He decides to keep his speed slow enough so that no one sits beside him long enough to really see inside. Pressure spreading him in the back, and pressure building in the front, Grant quickens. Michael's head is back and blurting random forms of approval. His knees up by Grant's shoulders, as John holds them there. Grant kisses Michael's neck then rests his brow in the cleft of his pecs. Michael rubs his neck as he lays there huffing. Unable to hold a moment longer, Grant slaps up inside Michael. Raising, Grant presses his lips against his friend's and bursts. Many hard slaps emanate between them. Hard release after hard release buffet Micheal's innards, while Michael's head falls back repeatedly in unyielding pleasure. Grant collapses on Michael, huffing as the last bits of his essence empties out of him. The cock in his backside continues to spread him, eliciting coos and grunts. John slaps down into his relaxed form, pressuring his spent prostrate for a few final spurts. John crows, and Grant feels the cock inside him pulse repeatedly. John collapses back onto Jean, who had spent himself out a few minutes before. After many long moans leading to a snore, Grant breaths heavy atop Michael, feeling the pleasant warmth John planted inside him. His whole body feels pleasantly warm. He glances through drooping eyes to see Michael slowly drift. John back behind, head laying beside Jean's, looks thoroughly unconscious. Slumber slipping over Grant, he mutters, "This isn't so bad."Brett sighs long relief. He thanks his erection for subsiding so obediently.