Simple Inequalities
Simple Inequalities
By Eightane
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"Man, that was the shit! Dig that stick outta your ass and recognize!"
Why, for the love of God, did Pedro have to bring him along. Everything out of that fossa's maw, was just another pail from ego's well, and more shards of glass to his ears... Great arguments, why he'd never be caught dead around this type of jackhole by choice. Unreasonable as it may have been, while they rounded the corner of bleach-scented tile and under the sign marked "Men", he honestly hoped a silent lack of reply would bring some momentary peace.
Like I said, unreasonable. "Dude, you ain't deaf... Or is that just how pussies handle jealousy?"
A harsh slide, while badger feet spun a 180 in the narrow vestibule. "Fine, what the fuck ever_._ It was the most awesomest thing I ever done seen, Mr. Cal, sir. I'm in awe of your godly table-jumping skills."
Cal, in his Missouri way, wasn't one to adore the sarcasm. Stiff-browed and open-mouthed, his head gave the universal tilt of just-what-is-your-motherfucking-problem. "Wow, Pedro never mentioned how his best bud's a _total dick _. Or is it just that pole you still ain't pulled from your pucker?"
A grunt from the patience-drained Ohio badger, echoed in their vacant digs, as he turned to lead past the junction of sinks and urinals, bound for the further showers. Reflection told plenty, in the sink-hung mirrors, devoid of any others' presence... Or at least, what was seen from around their kindred vinyl satchels. Cal's lithe brown body, nearly-twink were it not for some light twinge of tone, with its black-and-fire swimming trunks cover, throwing fake punches for the pleasure of his blue-eyed and blonde-scalped self... And slightly taller company, hazel-gaze micro-bellied big-boned frame poured into his own dark blue shorts, whose shake of striped head was just shallow enough for company to miss. Not the most similar pair, to grace this glorified locker-lounge... Six feet of lapsed, backsliding jock, behind what was barely more than five-nine, skin-upholstered skeleton.
Peacibly, whooshing past an even slighter bend at the sink's terminus... Just as Jeff remembered, from years past in this public facility, they'd reached the sterile destination. No outward changes; still the same austere den-sized chamber, of grout and porcelain and tan-varnish benches, divets on the walls from lockers long-moved to the outer walkway. They took on a squint, for the brighter fluorescents in the bench-dotted changing hub, one far corner's bulb twinkling an epileptic nightmare... Much as this annoyed the sturdy badger, Cal's sigh was even worse. So fake and predictable, he could have mouthed the first words that followed.
"Look, I'm not tryin' to ruin Jeffy's day at ye jolly ole water-parke." The brief, horrible accent, not brief enough. "But could you not try to burst my bubble, and cool it with all the passive hate?"
Unimpressed, stripe-girdled stoneface. An arm's grey fur stretched straight and level to the side, dropping his bag in a way quite intentionally loud. "If you'd asked that about two hours ago, I might've said yes. Y'know, before you scared the life and shit outta me with that four-dollar mask, or bought an ice cream cone just so you could wait 'til I was distracted enough to shove it in my drawers."
Cal's grin far-outlasted the sound of his satchel's zipper... Even that was done with a slow, smooth performance. "Hey, your fault I saw the perfect chance... You just had to pick up that quarter."
"Yeah, and now I'll just have to pick the waffle cone bits outta my tail fur. Real class act, buddy."
"Oh quit your bitchin', it'll all come clean in there." Grabbing his towel, he whipped it over his neck, to drape it likewise in true-preppy style. Wide fossa lips begat a whistle, some indistinct tune from Top-40... And Jeff, bothered-ly turning away, blazed new heights in the attempt to ignore.
He had some assistance... What janitors the park employed, had clear faith in chlorine, as the air's pungeance was more than a distraction to his healthy nostrils. He didn't recall it quite this sour, but then again, their average clientele wouldn't do with petty safeguards. Enough, that it was purposed to house naked strangers, which aside from this pair were somehow absent... Only God and staff, knew what went down on any day.
Pure chance, they settled on opposing benches... No deep debate on which of these wooden slats gave better comfort. All were stark, knee-level luxuries, the pure minimum in a space without privacy. Jeff's mood could improve, with a serving of this odd nostalgia; his digits dove around the trunks' tight elastic, stout silver thumbs securing grip. Consciously, he'd faced the door, instead of his company. While comfortable him self , he had no clue of how Cal viewed his dignity... And more important, the less he saw of that smug shmuck, the better. Sounds of rustling in the fossa's bag, played upon his ears. Cutting irked eyes away - in spite of how little he cared - his form slowly bent, to pull his trunks for the damp floor beneath.
Wrong move... As a rustle from behind should've told him, just before the sting of a rat-tail's whip on his helpless rear.
Jeff's eyes shot wide as beach balls; both pairs of cheeks darkened with reddish trauma, quick as his hand could grab the lowest in reflex. He stood frozen just long enough to catch the peak of Cal's belly laughs, before marching his birthday suit in conviction, through the slender threshold for a wall of showerheads.
The levity met a slow end, Cal's flat stomach bending with the move to pull his own garb floorwards. "Dude, you're like, the best target on Earth." Stepping out of the fabric, left foot first, fingers combed their tapered length through a golden-yellow top, before regaining the satchel and a noisy rummage. "You know that, don't you?"
Badger's grumble underscored the squeak of a control knob, turned to the 'on' position. Best to block out the rage, he mused with the current's flow through a maze of plumbing, he's not worth it and the day's nearly done as it is.
"Asked you a question, dog."
This time, he could bring himself to chuckle for the abject stupidity. His head swaying sidewise, he somehow forged a smile as the spray finally crashed on his pecs. "Maybe... I wouldn't know, since all my usual buds are, y'know, redeemable." Smooth, mostly-leg adjustments to stance, maximizing what spread of his build took the pressure.
"Ooooo_, ouch _. Speaking of, how's that ass feel with water runnin' over it?"
Audible proof echoed his yelping surprise, the liquid highways just starting to taunt his cheeks' flesh. The sensation was pain, but not purely... and with steaming warmth on all corners of his nudity... It was almost a friendly jolt, in its contained kick, for a reason Cal couldn't likely know. "Not too-"
"- Nice and raw, is the answer to that. Y'know, Pedro did tell me how you try and cover for your wussy streak. Shame he can't back me up, out there babysittin' our valuables."
Contrary to everything, he'd begun to enjoy this banter. "Really, now? Possum like him should have no room to talk."
Cal's ingratiating laughter once more, lean muscle guiding his arm to fumble through the bag's innards. "I don't see how fakin' death makes you a li'l bitch, more than just clever... I'duse the gift if I had it, get out of those shit midterms once in a while, feel me?"
By now, Jeff was pondering what took the conceited dude so long to get in... Could be another plot to humiliate him. He swiveled neck a bit further to confirm, and laid eyes on a pair of skinny hands, lathering up a dry foam shampoo. Turning back to the spray, relieved, he resumed their bullshitting. "Yeah, but you're already at State, aren't you?"
"Well duh, but I mean what I just escaped from. Private school's somethin' I'd wish on no living soul."
A cracking chortle from the well-soaked face, while palms briskly scrubbed through pits and ass, tending with care those areas. "News flash... Public's no better, in this or any other universe."
"Prob'ly easier, though... You don't leave home every day with clammy paws and bite-marked nails."
Even the shampoo had run a bit long... And Jeff's bodily turn was a fraction sly, water trailing the crack of his broad backside. "You giving yourself a perm, out there?"
"Nah, it's just... Y' know what, never mind. I'll be done before you know it."
At this point - his face shrouded with invigorating jets - Jeff's mind hit a stroke of obvious. By-and-large, private schools were haughty, of higher quality... And quite accomodating to their student body. What may the chances be, that this clown had never seen the like of a communal shower? For all his grating posture, it wasn't mad to think there flowed a layer of fear, underneath...
... But all concern the badger may've held, would vanish in the span of five seconds. "Man, I gotta say it's been cool hangin' with you today." At last, the sound of a zipper, and shuffling feet. "Like I said, I enjoy an easy target, and I think you're finally gettin' it through your thick skull that it's all harmless fun."
Jeff's second round of chortles. At last, the light he saw through tight-closed eyelids darkened, in Cal's nearby shadow... His voice likewise lowered a tiny degree. "Yeah, tell that to the guy you nearly kicked in the goddamn head, with your picnic hurdles."
"Hey, you can't blame me fo-wwhhH SHIT!"
Startled, Jeff swung face away from the hot stream, for the form three feet to his right. The svelte fossa was a living, shocked statue, knees locked and neck slumped forward, with gaze trained on his badger frame... A certain point south. Cal's explanation took a while; never easy to speak, with your jaw doing all to stay dropped.
"Y-you_..._ How in_..._ I mean it's... What the fuck _, man?"_
Jeff couldn't very well miss such a clear, concise whimper in the final four words. Curiosity brought him to trace the stare, down to...
"... Oh. Right. The package."
It didn't phase him too much... His striped self was used to it, lugging a nicely-cut seven-inch softie. No matter how rare, or how agreeable to hang lower than his own plump balls, or how he'd always garner surprise... At some point, the novelty wore thin.
Though, hardly thin enough to keep the grin from winding his lips. He would've been glad enough, with his company's reaction... But curiosity tugged even further. He had no choice but to lower his chin, and steal a rapid peek.
... One might say, a full two inches. If that bloke was generous to a fault. What the skinny male possessed, would barely fill a shotglass... And didn't hang by any stretch of the definition. Jeff's grin expanded, much like the peak of Cal's distressed brow.
" FUCK..." The fossa blurted, chin drooping and close to miserable. "I can't believe_..._ That's so fuckin' unfair..." He trailed off, not far from the point of lip-tremble.
Consider Jeff's position. A lesser man, might take unsavory advantage. Or decide to drive the point home.
Badger eyes narrowed, his figure rotating to the right, open-legged and arrogant. He would be the lesser man... In that less-important way, than what his hand moved to touch. "Yeah, man... For you."
All prior evidence, said the fossa was straight as steel arrows... But the way his pupils locked on that badger's endowment, would at least call this into question. Meanwhile, Jeff's choice of where to look was a tough one: his own source of pride, Cal's lot of disgrace... Or the fossa's wrecked-ego countenance, that told of just how sweet this comeuppance would come. Not a speck of guilt within him, teeth baring at the timely decision... His hand moved freely over a supple mass, down and back up, caressing every well-exposed inch; throating a pleased "Mmmm" at how it swung with his hands-on affection. Revenge was sweet... And changeless, and permanent. He couldn't believe his luck.
And neither could Cal, throwing high-pitched groan as he watched the stout mustelid pridefully pet his own dowry. "Shit... This is what I missed, in academy?"
Briefly, Jeff dwelled on whether this was envy, or unaware attraction. His maw loosed a wily chuckle, and hips moved forward in 'display'; either case, was just fine with him. "Yeah, I'd say you missed some thing. I won't pretend I'm not blessed, but... Hell, you're the opposite." Shame had long-since flown out the window... He took his other palm to the prize, so easily grasping it in all ten digits; viewing Cal with avid mirth, as he began a gentle stroke down its length. "Fuck, man, feels so -damn-good when you're hung like a Clydesdale. Not that you'd ever know."
Revenge, yes, but with ulterior motive... A gauge for just what Cal was taking from this. The scrawnier male stood fast, no sign of recoil, water dripping its glint from a brown-furred, gaping jaw... If ashamed, he surely didn't seem to mind. Ears below the badger's scalp, took another, longer whine from their comrade... And the tiny cock was vaguely-but-quickly growing, now two-point-five and twitching with an elevated pulse. Its position, just as before, straight-out and level; no heft for gravity to pull. On the flipside, above more muscled legs... No matter how Jeff's hand brought it upwards with every tug, each release would have his meat seek the ground, dangling and vertical. Almost like it wished to help, in bragging its greater extent. Pleased with each passing moment, taken by this show of Cal's arousal - he knew beyond all doubt he'd stumbled onto paydirt. Four months gone, since his last conquest... Dry spells were meant to be broken, and the fossa looked like he could be steered to most any end. That mahogany face, trapped in the rush of amazement, fully unable to avert itself. While warm, wet highways wound their way from head to toe, down their dissimilar bodies, dark-grey chops curled a smirk to a joyful sneer. He'd made his catch, for sure... But why not have a bit more fun, reeling him in.
Legs lifted mellow, with Jeff's cocky stroll to his admirer. "We could use a closer view, don'tcha think?"
Size-thirteens sloshed a wide path in the shower's runoff, below the star exhibit: enormous meat, supple and full with veins, entrenched in its stiffening... Which only made it bigger, a rising pendulum with blue eyes tracking its motion. The soft gut of Jeff's, trembled with his footsteps' power... Cal's own flat stomach was stabler, and lay still behind his gaze, now torn from Jeff's manhood to his own. A moaning sigh, as it stood fully out and erect, in all its dubious 3.2 glory by a larger sack. He was one single second from taking his hand to the stubbiness - tugging it for the want of Jeff's prize - When that culprit's waist encroached on his downward view. No sooner, did musk invade the space... Even after Jeff's soaping, it bested the stench of chlorine, teasing the stump of Cal's nose. So strong and piercing, it would seem a measure of testosterone; just another way he was inferior to this lordly specimen. It only grew his envy, and with the link so direct to why he loved it... Chest fur tumbled, in his gasps of admiration. And Jeff could tell, so amused by how his heft struck the humbled guest... Teeth shined a crescent in the light, as he bent his striped knees, to put it level with Cal's... And appear even more taken by his cause for boast. "Hell yeah, man, look at that beauty. All-natural."
Their bodies, now a foot separate under a single nozzle, badger's pole getting harder and larger for every breath he drew. Cal wasn't alone, in taking whiffs of his partner; the strange head of cologne hit Jeff, spiced yet pleasing; enough for the huge pole to launch a brief jump. Shuffling closer, he held up its beercan-thick mass, taking Cal's alongside it in the cup of his palm. The tone his throat guided, never deeper or cheekier. "Heh_, now _ whaddya think?... Like I can't already tell." The grip cruised effortless, out to his tip and Cals' root, his base nearly bowed for lack of support. Sliding back, he twitched a free thumb on the underside, enough to make the eight-and-growing inches lightly shake as it prodded Cal's loins. So many ways he could make it react, that for Cal would never be possible... And he meant to show them all. His veins pumped their greatest, near the point of Cal's tip, barely a third of the way down his length. This, by the tune of a non-subdued cackle.
Fossa's moan held power, only for how ungodly-firm his envy inclined the three-incher. It was almost painful, throbbing to a point he'd never known. Before now, he was relatively silent... But the skin-deep ego was already dashed, and with body tense in a tantalized surge, so too went his composure. "Man, why'd it have to be so much bigger..."
The mustelid took time to reply, busied with rubbing his size into Cal. Literally. It neared full-mast, now edging past solid-nine and no less than dwarfing its audience... He massaged it well, pressed up against the rock-hard lesser, tone drifting notes of authority. "Genetics_, boy_. No class for that in academy, eh? Pure luck-of-the-draw... I just laid back, and watched it get epic _." He groaned, from sensation alone... Its potency, its pure hold on every sense while his hand slid down the heavy mass. It still gave under his force... No degree of stiffness, could stop the effects of its weight. "_Mmmm, yeh. Bet you wish yours could be like this. Or even close."
Five of Cal's fingers, short and streamlined, gave their stubs to the action, stroking what half of Jeff's meat he himself didn't lovingly tend. "Shit..." came the verdict, still infused with a wail. "Even if I was still fillin' out, there ain't a fuckin' chance..."
The badger's focus stuck fast, knees still bent in exhibition, his mirth a full-180 of the brownish male's breathy dismay. "So it isn't, then. Not too surprised... That _pitiful thing had _ to throw in the towel pretty early." This, while his thick nine throbbed from root to end, glans pulsing like even it knew of its value. Cal's grasp engulfed the upper end... Less than half of its length set past the point of Jeff's cut, but this by itself would best his own. The proud owner's digits moved to the base... Lifting, just enough to lay it over Cal's own, which disappeared, so easily hidden beneath. Jeff kept to this for a brief time - just long enough to chuckle, enjoy the fossa's whine, and feel the pint-sized cock's throbbing on his underside. Cal himself, loosed a sharp grunt, for a twinge of sharp pain. His wood already so unyielding, now forced to hold the weight of Jeff's fortune, bending it below its zone of comfort.
Striped hips made a feeble turn, and the monster fell from its perch, bouncing freely and drastically. Cal's chest shrank, and fast, for the breath he expelled. Barely, could he recall the badger's last phrase, and only just then; his head shook lightly, for what focus allowed. "Ain't seen a boost since like, fourteen... It's a curse, man." He so-nearly tossed another groan from his chops, were it not for the stream of thought that used the same avenue. " Fuck how it's mostly looks an' braggin' rights, what I wouldn't give..."
Jeff all-but-bit his tongue... The twink's honesty was more than clear, proving what little he really knew. Their dicks, rigid to the same degree; time to take this up a notch, while Cal was in line to appreciate it.
His grip on self tightened, and a pleasured rumble. "Urrrghhh... News flash again, bro, it's a hell of a lot more than looks." Cal's jaw sank a hair further, on catching this; Jeff barely skipped a beat. "You heard that growl, when I clamped down on it. Beasts like this have poundage, length... _And a shit load of nerves _."
Cal got off on every second... But just as strong, was the undertaste of shame. "You mean... D -damn _..." Fossa maw dropped like bricks from a cliff... Badger smile deep as an ocean trench. And the gigantic pole's largest vein, throbbed down its side fast and fierce. "_Oh yeah _, _bud. Whether it's hangin' low, or balls-deep in some watertight ass_,_ or I'm just sittin' back with a good crank... I feel so much more than other guys. Especially poor shits like you."
More tensing of Cal's form, his bone firm to the point of agony. " Fuuu uck..."
"-And the performance..." He paused for a silent groan, due to their teamed-up attention. "Every last partner, couldn't stop gushing." He threw in a shallow thrust, with the effect of rubbing Cal's meat. The fossa's moan, over which he supplied a cocky laugh. "Sure you wonder what that's like, too."
Cal was past any secrets, of any kind. All question of that, was straightaway demolished. "My... My chick left last year... I couldn't please her."
The moment was right... Jeff's chance to snag him, helpless. "But you were never this hard, were you?"
"_N...No, never _."
Cal's piercing blues finally wrenched themselves from the badger's enormity... It rose to find a knowing smirk in wait, and a grey arm just starting to lift from Jeff's side. "Now we know what you want", quipped his better, low and strong... Striped knees would straighten, with the arm up and around Cal's shoulder, draping its weight below his neck... Jeff's grin ingrained, for what his guidance would bring. "... And now, you get to learn what I want."
Immediate, the pressure on Cal's neck, a firm push for the ground below. But some part of him held its surrender... Apprehension swelled, and Jeff's hand took resistance. "Man, I don't know, I mean..."
Again, the badger was on his 'A' game, wasting no time. "Repeat what you just called me."
Fossa brow lifted, puzzled... Until just before compliance, lowered to servient savvy. "... Man."
"Yeah, pal, I'm the man in here. You've seen the proof..." He renewed the push on Cal's trunk... This time, it went without a hitch. "... But you've yet to pay dues."
No sign of a second thought; no chance of one stopping him. Cal was quick to fall on his knees, mouth and eyes both level - at the same time - with the masterpiece between badger's legs. Just barely softened... But so heavy, it still tried to hang, pointing to a nondescript place on Cal's stomach. Thick grey fingers behind, pushed just hard enough to bring him close... His naked self still gawking for the treasure at tongue's reach. He peered up at the greater male; squinting for the drops from Jeff's chin, he could still catch the face of vanity... And clear expectation. Deep-blues lowered, targeting the monster once more, nostrils filled with Jeff's essence. Broken gasps rattled from his throat; his inferior tool, so hard as to be near-torment. All this, under deep narration. "Time for you to know a real man's cock_._ Get busy and worship."
Tough choice, of where he'd even begin... But not as tough to relax, and let the moment guide him. Eyelids drooped, while his body seemed to lunge for its target. The jet-black nose was first in contact, poking Jeff's glans to bring a shudder by its cool, damp touch. He'd been holding full breath; while his tongue made slow escape, he dumped the body-warmed gust, straight onto and down Jeff's length. Badger legs wobbled... And nirvana rolled in his vocal chords. No time for recovery... Not with Cal's maw securing prey, the lowest reach of the beastly tool's underside. Much cause, for his eyes to shut entirely; sliding that tongue so slow and steady up Jeff's engorged giant.
The first man he'd served, and already there were signs of a talent. No doubt or fear to restrain, either; just a spark from within, compelling his zeal and devotion. He was helpless to keep his hand from self-grabbing, below a torso in throes of coveting groan... Jeff's cock was so huge, so musky on his tongue, he just had to release. Firmly, he jerked his short weapon, until Jeff's voice growled a biting " HEY", and the hand on his scalp compressed its grip. With only his mouth on task, he could look up, and see past the muscle to a glare of disapproval.
"Hands behind your back, bitch. I don't wanna catch you pleasuring that shrimp, it's not worthy. Got it?"
Only Jeff, would have to know the glare was forced. And if Cal suspected, he clearly didn't care... Locking fingers at the base of his spine, the tongue pressed hard, in its glide up the badger's meat; brown-furred skull gave a nod, whimpering in pair of obedience and blue-balled agony. Jeff tossed him a few echoed moans... The fossa's oral tease secured his frenulum, intact and proof he wasn't fully a gentile. Work came fast and agile, tongue's tip flicking and whipping the flesh-band like one far more practiced. This would complicate, through Jeff's eyes... He himself stood helpless, limbs rocking and stomach rolling in gasps he so barely stifled. It called for something to mute the stimulation, recenter his dominance... And by a godsend he caught it, peering down past the healthy blonde mop. Cal's groans were alive and well, only growing louder... The three-and-slighty-more between his legs bobbed in time, dancing with contraction of their muscle. So hard, so relentless, its head gleamed in light from above. He had Cal so incredibly hot, it was pleading for attention and release.
Release it wouldn't find. And Jeff would ensure, his sub only wanted it more. Tongue had reached his tip... Mouth held open, as bridge for the moan from Cal's gullet. Jeff's chance, he didn't overlook; with every ounce of pelvic strength in the act, he shoved an expert thrust, unannounced, straight down the fossa's throat. Coupled with a push from his hand, the laugh was low and wicked, watching those blue eyes fly open.
Only five inches, at first; he saw to it, Cal's wide stare could skew down and center on the rest of his length, veins ribbing their long reach from its root. The reception was shock, but briefly... Those crystal blues soon settled, while Jeff felt the first of gloried suction. Water trailed from the badger's prize, to Cal's lips, which had just begun their move, raking paths to and fro. Those same trails, worked their way down the chocolate fur, to a tease of Cal's own rigid tool, and the sack below, twitching with each throb of his prick.
Fangs bared, by necessity, as the badger's jaw grew slack. Four months was a long time... Long enough to forget how much he did feel, in the act. How pure the ecstacy, how dramatic its hold, with lips and throat in service of his gift. While the fossa worked a four-inch segment, slowly acclimating to this new pursuit, it was still a force to be reckoned with. Jeff sputtered, his knees craved to buckle, toes writhed on the tile below. Hard to stay on task... But his open maw curved up, still gaping and more-than-barely dominant. He could rise to this occasion.
"Yeeeaah, nurse that fuckin' giant. Ohh ... Deeper, y' sad excuse for a man."
Cal's cries reverberated, on the badger's weapon... Now down to inch six, and moving further with each nodding bob.
"Ffff uuuck me... Feels so god-damn amazing on this huge meat..."
Grey hips were employed, opposing Cal's motion to redouble how deep the fossa took him. Inch number eight... And even with the length of Cal's fossa-trap, the span still poked at his throat, easily gagging the greenhorn.
Jeff could hear the proof: choking gasps with every thrust of his form, and the fossa's head... But just another fact, he could mould into Cal's willing torment.
" Ohhh sss shhiiii iit... You already bogged down? I know you can't fuck like a real man, but - Ooh hhh - y'can at least take it like one."
The effect was instant. He wouldn't even have to wait, for Cal to marshall strength and tough it out; nearly down to his base, now, and how fast the awakened uke had learned to love the pressure on his gullet. More than luck, closer to necessity... Jeff's build outmatched him, and with a thick helmet jammed down his maw - leaking the first taste of pre's musk - not exactly room to protest. Badger body trembled, from facial cheeks to the lower, meatier pair, at how Cal's work overtook it... One last gesture, to command this beginner.
"Much better... Now feel my size down your throat, bitch!"
No mercy from the badger's palm, shoving on Cal's rear scalp. No pity, in how it forced his head over every millimeter, crowding his lips with the denser fur of bush. Before, Cal's rod pulsed and danced on its own... Now, through wails stifled by a titan pole's throat-fucking, he was close to shooting his load, no contact or help of any kind.
Except now, there would be no rest; he knew his expectation to work for this priveledge... And Jeff's head threw back, chin in the air and sprayed from the nozzle above, with Cal's hungry glide from tip to root. Like a years-groomed professional. Like a natural.
His first reward, the rolling thrusts Jeff pushed between his lips; low badger sack slapping weight on his chin. The natural lube was quickened, now... Through Jeff's groaning vibrato, it welled in his long lance, painting Cal's gums with slick bitterness. The fossa's purely-mental sigh... With task rather eased, he could almost relax, and just take the godly weapon in stride. And with less need for focus - and its brand of stress - the pained pressure in his prick only grew, while the sloppier sounds of his work did likewise.
But the shower's own sound, couldn't hide it. Jeff's head tilted level, and further, gaze lowering with furrowed brow; wordlessly confronting his manslut, without so much as a break in pelvic rhythm. Cal just chanced to look up, wanting to see what he thought would be a countenance of bliss. What stood in its place, nearly brought him to pause. Nearly.
Jeff's hazel orbs narrowed piercingly. He hoped the message would drift its way home, with only that.
Not so. Cal got an inkling, he may've slacked off by too much... And set in quicker than before, plunging spit-glossed chops over the badger's thick bounty. And he relished a mend of gutteral groans from above, right up until the moment Jeff's palm scrunched over his scalp fur, pulled him back, and all-but-threw him closer to the wall.
He came to rest tail-first, mere inches from the unforgiving barrier, squeezing arcs of water below. His eyes, widened for a different cause... While Jeff's palms slammed together, digits locking, knuckles cracking; echoes leapt from that same spread of tile. This, while the prize stood pulsing below. Cal's new bend had strong influence... No matter how shocked, and a step away from fear, he couldn't move the stare from its target; rigid monster, its slitted 'eye' trained on him, vaulting in its coat of well-earned pre. So the lithe male's grunts, teetered from ebbing scare, to helpless desire.
Maybe an end to silence, would call out the answer... It came by Cal's quivering alto. "Guess I ain't all that... Good, yet... Just tell me what to do different, and I'll-"
"- Shut it , shrimp." The dot of Jeff's navel, jumped with all else on his core. No doubt, he was well-submerged in his role. "... For starters. Think I didn't see how close you were? Up against the wall, now." Left palm closed around his meat, stroking its affection, feeding the length a boost to firmness. First try of this, since Cal's work had it self-greased... He twitched with a bass-pitch bellow, overwhelmed for how drastic the difference... Faculties made their slow return, and his feet inched forward.
The striped smirk sequeled, in force... With Cal backed up to the partition's grout, gape-mouthed in his breathy ogle, knees bent far above his pint-sized cock. Still firm, still roused by what movement its stuntedness could manage. Jeff, in slow, teasing approach... Gripping his wood so tight as to bring the huge head to its maximum, commanding every bit of Cal's attention. Badger's grin unfurled, taking that palm to the base, pushing it to jump in tall yaws. He wanted more, of Cal's whining envy... He was quickly, loudly supplied. The only instant Cal's leer didn't streak his way, was the quick peer downwards, at the self-named 'curse'. And then back, to all corners of Jeff's silhouette. So many morsels, for his notice... The sinewed width of a well-enforced neck. Athletic pecs, contoured, garnished with round and stiff nipples. Perfect symmetry in his shallow paunch, from how well the hidden abs held his gut. Clear bulge of muscle, down every inch of his limbs. No wonder his dick was so huge... It almost couldn't be otherwise, with how he embodied perfection.
So little distance, parted their contrary forms... Jeff's tall, confident stance, ensuring a total view, even on his path to domineer. Cal's deep blues darted over him, gawking from below, 'cornered' on the open wall. Jeff expected no more, in the way of protest... A true prediction. Thick silvery hand was lifted, palm-up, fingers in a beckoning arch. "You're a long way, from earning that release. On your feet, boy." His stroking slowed, edging his girth at its hardest... The uke obeyed, and on the double, up for anything this greater man would ask. Narrow feet flattened below him, ankles tensed for the climb... And his stomach went close to concave, in its adoring groan. Every point in the scramble to rise, held a different view to the spellbinding male.
"Now spin around. Hands up_,_ runt_,_ high on that wall."
More compliance, from body as well as hands. Smooth back turned to face out from the tile, above the curves of an unexplored rear, so defenseless on widely-separate thighs. Upside, his fingers learned the cold sensation of gripless block, his rod contracting for the same damp chill. Head hung low, cheek parallel with his palms, keeping Jeff's form in his peripheral. He couldn't miss what the bigger, stronger male intended; he couldn't bring himself to say 'no'. All he could do - through a slight, wanton gaze - was watch the beefy stud eye his tail, and hope in weak-kneed crave the dom was choosing just how he might approach. This answer came swift... With the badger's long toes delivering, sloshing to the side of his heels, the push of sturdy limbs on his calves. No escape, even if he'd wanted it. Jeff's musk pervaded him; hot breath rustled his neckfur. His lips parted a groan, near-shouting in his elevated pitch. If he didn't fear the might of Jeff's punishment - if it wasn't already so certain - he'd have begged for the monster to wreck his virgin hole.
First and only service from the jock, was a slow, gentle rake of claws from his scrawny neck, down the dip of his spine. It didn't last... And came to an end with the lightest touch, on his watertight star. So new to him, it could only bring head-to-toe shudder, hypnotized wince. Round ears filled with Jeff's subdued chuckles... The badger placing tough grip on either chestnut haunch. Cal's mind, fixed only on what must be so close to his passage... Stubby tail twitching above, only taunting Jeff more, with such pining anticipation.
He'd have to put it in words... Jeff deserved to know just what effect he had. "I... I wanna take you so fuckin' bad. _ Use me, man. Use me like there's no-fuckin'-tomorrow."_
Muscle of the badger's arm swept that paltry brown stomach, locking its hold; he draped jaw atop Cal's collarbone, speaking every truth in regal growl. "I don't need the consent of a shrimp like you. It's not comin' because you want it, It's comin' 'cause your tiny ass needs punishing." One palm moved from Cal's haunch, swatting the undersized pole, bouncing it while the fossa wailed in pent-up torment. "So fuckin' small... Good for nothing but gettin' that hole destroyed."
Cal's "Ohh- hh hhh", projected from his chops to every corner... Only then, did the tingle hit his rear. Smooth, firm, curved around its slit... Even through the tip, he could feel Jeff's might. Tail must've been flicking like mad... He couldn't know, with head bobbing throes beneath the spray. Plain water, soaked into their fur and across every hidden inch of skin... But not so prime as a lubricant. It could only amplify the cruelty, in Jeff's steady push. His wrist-thick head, ravaging Cal's black cherry. Every muscle in the eager sub taut, through his screaming submission, while the jock gave more and more. Five inches in, Cal's stomach petrid as his small frame. Six and more, his fingers curled hooks with the taller jock's dominance. Approaching eight, he first felt his prostate's perk, within the pain. Crystal blues set narrow, out from their lidded prison, switching screams of agony for surging pleasure. He never imagined it like this... So quickly turned to heaven, the greater male's shaft crushing him like a personal, pitiable toy.
Jeff's tenure found it easy, to give what they mutually craved. "Scrawny bitch. Take it all, feel this giant scramble your gut like a bowl o' worthless eggs."
Truly fitting, as the badger's gift hit ass-to-root in a brutal shove, and jabbed the twink's diaphragm. Maybe instinct was what kept the fossa from a staggering fall... Surely wasn't his own strength, in such new and ruthless breaking. He thrived on the stud's lack of mercy; how he showed no will to be kind. And Jeff - rolling growls with his anal destruction, bush pounding its forceful scratch on the brown-fuzzed rear - loved all about how his venom could bring the bitch out of this conquered peer.
Siren yelps. "God... It... Feels... So... Fuckin'... Huge..."
"Ogh... Unh... Goddamn right..." Hazel stare, admired his length pumping repetitions through the well-tamed hole. Its flesh sworled with concoction of pre, water, and traces of Cal's spit-borne warm-up. His musk and the fossa's cologne, entangled. His grunting work, and the screaming reception. His controlled thrusts, and the helpless firing of Cal's every muscle.
Beginnings of a different pain, in the uke's elbows, forced to take the brunt of Jeff's leaning weight. No sooner did his yelps slide towards pleasure, than their shrill unease returned. And Jeff cared... Not for any semblance of pity, but now it was all a series of chances. Still in his hedonistic sneer - still ramming his rod through a helpless, long-stretched victim - his grip on Cal's gut only tightened. Much longer than four months, since he'd fucked a sub this skinny... One muted laugh, reminded of how his arm could feel the bulge at every thrust.
Rising moans from the sub, overcome by Jeff's lowered pitch. "Those broomsticks gettin' tired, up there?"
Laboured, quivering nod. A heightened yowl, as Jeff slapped his puny maleness.
"Fine, I'll cut youa break. Just weak in every way, aren't you."
Warily, Cal's elbows sank to his side. He felt the strength of Jeff's arm, tightening even more... All he had time to notice, before his body whipped forcibly back. The scent of tile faded, with Jeff swinging his form in half-turn. Before, the force had been a push; this time, it was more that Jeff simply fell over him, bringing both's weight to their knees, a sharp crash for Cal's lesser caps. Grey calves enveloped the fossa, and still the badger pushed him floorwards, until neck was all that could arch above the stony grout. His chest, chin, collarbone, brought to the ground, startled and provoking his gasp. Scalp, spine, haunches, taking Jeff's heated weight, and vibrato of his laugh. Fuzz-ringed hole, still suffering the monster cock's punishment. The uke may have been a true natural, taking all discipline... But with how slight Jeff's hiccup in pace, and how fast he recouped as they hit the ground, just pounding the screams out of Cal's prone lungs... He was no less a prodigy, in using every shred of his clout.
The fossa's audio did nothing but sharpen, louder to match how Jeff punished only more, thrusts growing violent and heartless. Beneath the pain, the newness, the ecstacy, Cal knew. It was no romance, only domination. It was no two-way street, it was him, taking what he could never hope to dish out. And that Jeff's purpose, was so clearly his own, drew out his every suffered swoon. The reason moans only escalated, rippling the puddle by his lips. Why his tiny prick, now pressed into the floor under two bodies' weight, never pained him harder. Held just tight enough, to prevent his cum.
Badger fangs gnashed, his meaty cheeks rolling behind, pushing nine inches to burn Cal's insides and shank his stomach's base. "Fuckin' worthless runt. Such a cinch to hold your tiny ass down." He yowled, with maw right up to Cal's ear, letting in the noise of a deeper pitch. "I'm so close... You want it. Urrg gghh... You want every load. This monster's brew, deep in your sorry, skinny ass." Slams of his bush on the chestnut-tail, for each of the last three words.
The uke's head was a physical yes, bobbing, shivering the same as his brow. "Please..." He managed to lilt, every muscle tense with Jeff's havoc. "Please, let me shoot..." Feet rose and fell, beyond a simple curl of the toes. Never, did he crave something more; but while remembering himself. "I... I know I don't deserve..."
It just spurred Jeff on, honest that his peak was closing in. All power he held, went into that sub, well-stretched ring a brilliant red around him. "Damn straight , you don't. Yours won't be shit, compared to mine." His body sank over Cal's, seeming to the twink a bossy gesture; in reality, it was only his arms giving at the first deep tingle. Its feel growing, blessing his cock's girth with imminence, started the last panting laugh. "Yeah, I'll let you up to cum... Only 'cause you're- Not - WORTH my seed."
Moaning the longest, loudest wail yet, Cal took with limp submission the hands around his shoulders, anchors for Jeff's push out. One palm lifted, spinning his core to lay supine, where he could finally look up at his master... Just as both of them sped for their climax. In this, any winsome sight was that much greater; Jeff's pecs and paunch in arm's reach, casting their shadows above him, while that badger lunged forward, huge meat gliding down across Cal's manhood. The blue orbs focused what they could, below... Badger's punishment, the pride in his insults, now endcapped by the sight of their dickheads together. Jeff's was so thick, so incredibly large upon his own... Even the slit was far wider. Trickle of pre, through this giant, gave a tiny speck of white; Jeff's groan slid gutteral, shouting, teeth gritted while those pecs dangled turbulent twitches. He's gonna shoot, Cal mentally relished, gasping in how quick he would follow, he's gonna shoot it all right over me.
Chin dropping, monster throbbing, the badger made it true, as the first rope spewed. A rocket, quicker than thought, spurting all the way to Cal's neck, its force nearly choking him. Jeff's baritone, screaming proof of just how grand it felt through his blessing. Cal noticed; he knew the badger told nothing but truth. And wails echoed, while his small meat shot the first of its haul. It came to rest on his upper gut, so far beneath the aim of Jeff's pole, now shooting rope after rope on his collarbone with beastly grunt. The top's bearing was unconquerable, throwing shallow thrusts with every shot, each time rubbing its length over Cal's. Their cream bowed to gravity, trailing and blending to inseparable flow. They were so different, so contrary in everything; but their loads ran the same.
Cal's store petered out in five or six, to weep from his minor weapon... Jeff's gloried on, ten, eleven ropes on Cal's upper chest, thrown with his snarling might. So manly in the fossa's spent gaze, he almost felt it go on while his trunk and stomach relaxed. The pierce of a dry orgasm, or just the finest afterglow possible, watching the greater male take so long to exhaust himself. However slow, all good things come to an end; Jeff's ropes diminished, though his peaking thrusts stayed longer in their heave, still raking Cal's thin rod, keeping him in dry contractions. At last, on discharge-number-fifteen, Jeff's neck rolled an arc up and down. Drained of load and strength, the last drops had little time to leech out and over Cal's tool, before he collapsed neck-to-neck. Willfully so; above the simple reason of tiredness, he knew the skinny male would want to feel his weight, his muscle. The first thing he did in benevolence... His reward, Cal's gentle touch on his forearms, skimming affection through the sound of his rumbling sigh.
Their cheeks together, Jeff's eyes lay open, viewing the glint of lights in a film of flowing water. Their cocks, nearly in unison, gave the final spent 'pull'. Jeff could've taken the high road, and told Cal of how wonderful he felt, how tender and accepting; but his chops curled up once again. After all... Why ruin a good thing so needlessly.
"You loved that, huh. Takin' my huge dick, all those hot loads on your fur." Lying cheek-to-cheek, Jeff traded eye contact for playing the part of Cal's conscious. He could feel every move, in the nod.
"Never woulda thought... I mean, before. But you're... Fuck, man." Deep breaths, focused on how large Jeff felt against him. "You're just somethin' else." His palms moved to swipe the badger's back. "So much more to offer. Guess..." One light, tired chuckle. "Guess I should call you a stud. Sure as hell, no less."
Curious, he moved one hand to poke digits between their bodies, coming out with a gob of white. Jeff's, he hoped, drifting it up to place lips around it, slow enough to review the taste. Better than he'd expect, far better than his long-left woman had him believe. Should he not love the "unequal" scene so much, or if it didn't imply something deeper... Well, he had no clue how Jeff may take a simple peck. Maybe best left to wondering.
Soaked, mellow, sidled up to each's warmth, Jeff's head finally elevated to knock chin with chin. Still, with the sneer Cal had grown to appreciate. "So how's the first day, of the rest of your life?"
"... Comfy."
And somewhere outside those walls, a bench sat under sparse white fuzz, its pink-skinned owner tapping his watch in hopes it wasn't broken.
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THIS HERE BE TH' END.