A Family Reunion
#1 of A Family Reunion
This year's Wilson family reunion had been going pretty well. The past few days had been pleasant enough: the sun was shining and just about everyone spent most of their time frolicking on the beach and swimming in the ocean's sky-blue waters. When this generally normal extended family wasn't at the beach, they wandered about town and took in the exotic and unfamiliar sights, or took advantage of the many different amenities offered by their resort. By and large, parents and grandparents played with their invariably gifted children and grandchildren, the heterosexual parental units only very rarely deciding to slip away for their undoubtedly distressingly tame romantic getaways. In fact, only one member of the Wilson family seemed ill at ease: Michael.
Michael had never fit in with his safe, average siblings. He was the youngest of his parents' children, and perhaps a bit of an accident. It didn't help that in a family which valued their notions of tradition and community above individual needs, he was also the only one who turned out to be gay. This had led to some bullying in his early teens, bullying which probably contributed to the young rhino's decision to start working out, a lot. Starting when he was sixteen, Michael visited the gym constantly. This practice continued all through high school and college, and by the time of this most recent family reunion, Michael was, to put it simply, built. Now thirty-nine, Michael stood at a good 7' 5'', well over a foot taller than the tallest of his siblings, and was a solid 370 pounds of shredded muscle. All of this was reflected in Michael's wardrobe and habits during this family reunion. For instance, today, the day when we join our hero and the second day of the reunion, Michael was skipping the collective family breakfast in order to fit in another trip to the gym. He wore one of those t-shirts with the sleeves and sides removed and black athletic shorts. He had been lifting weights for nearly an hour, and by this point the shirt was so soaked with sweat that it clung to every little crevice his muscles produced. Of course, it wasn't as though the shirt had ever done much of anything to conceal his huge arms or thick shoulders, nor indeed the forests of musky orange hair which filled his pits and covered his pecs. The shorts, on the other hand, were arguably even more revealing. Far too small for a man of Michael's size, they barely reached halfway down his tree trunk thighs, themselves hairy and visibly muscular. Additionally, and perhaps most offensively, the shorts clung to Michael's considerable muscle butt and hugged the stud's rather noticeable endowment.
Of course, none of this had been of much interest to Michael; people could stare if they wanted to stare, and he was used to people staring. But it did become something of an issue towards the end of his work-out. As he lay on the bench, grunting while slowly lowering and lifting the bar above him, something actually obscene began to happen. The pump that was so filling out Michael's bulk, and causing a road map of veins to crisscross his arms, was also quickly filling Michael's uncut cock. The now turgid length swelled rapidly, pushing down his right pant leg and creating a very prominent cylinder of flesh for any and all to see. It didn't stop there...Michael's cock kept growing until five inches stuck out of his pants, steadily oozing pre out onto his thigh as it throbbed. Perhaps fortunately for Michael, there was only one other guest using the hotel gym that morning, a fox no more than twenty-years-old. He'd been lusting over the rhino ever since he entered the gym thirty minutes prior, but now this incredible sight combined with the almost stinking rhino musk filling the room meant that the little fox simply couldn't help himself. Michael, focused on the task at hand, wasn't inclined to notice his guest quietly sneaking over, and went on not noticing until he felt something warm and wet run slowly across his cockhead.
Looking down and smiling, he asked, "Hey there, little buddy. Having fun?"
"Definitely," the fox answered, stroking the throbbing rod.
"Sorry...I couldn't resist."
As if adding to the conversation, Michael's cock lurched in the fox's grasp, an arc of thick pre coating the kid's face and running down his chest.
"That's okay, I think it likes the attention," Michael added, placing his hand on the back of his new friend's head. "And now I think you need to give it a bit more attention." With that, Michael watched as the fox took the massive cockhead in front of him into his mouth.
"Aw yeah, kid. Suck that dick."
Swirling his tongue around the head, our little fox slowly engulfed as much of his rhino muscle god's meat as he could. He got about six inches down before gagging, and so began to pull back, leaving what vascular grey cock he had reached slick and shiny with saliva.
"Fuck yeah. How's it taste, kid?"
"Fucking incredible. Your pre tastes so good," the fox replied, stroking the rhino as he looked up at Michael.
Pushing the kid back onto his cock, Michael let the little fox continue to suck him off. Up and down, up and down, his little friend alternated between a slow and fast pace, all the while slobbering over the tremendous shaft filling his maw. Michael groaned as he watched the kid worship him, and took some special pleasure in the fact that he was continuously pumping pre into the fox's mouth and stomach. Good thing he liked the taste. But this wasn't going to be enough for Michael. The big rhino needed a bit more from his blowjobs, and so he suddenly sat up, pulling the blue work-out shirt over his head before throwing it to the side. The fox stopped sucking and stared, wide-eyed and slack jawed, at the tremendous bulk sitting in front of him. He had never seen so much muscle so close. Michael stood up and tore the black gym shorts from his body, exposing his entire cock and allowing it to slap lewdly against his hairy abs.
"Like what you see?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. You know...why don't we take this to the locker room? I'd like some privacy for what's coming next."
Not waiting for an answer, Michael picked his new friend up and started walking. The little fox, not one to protest, buried his face in the sweaty, hairy pecs in front of him. He licked the sweat from Michael's upper body and sucked on his big grey nipples, running his hands through the thick orange chest hair. Michael grunted at that, and, looking down, decided he might as well kiss the fox at least once. The fox was more than receptive, and at one point Michael's tongue practically filled the fox's mouth before he coated his little companion's pre-soaked face in spit. Reaching the locker room, however, Michael set the fox down, and was rather amused to watch him immediately bend over the closest bench and lift his tail without saying a word.
"Not just yet, little guy. My dick isn't done with that mouth of yours."
Picking him up again, Michael set the fox down on the bench and had him lie on his back, head hanging over the side. The rhino quickly reinserted his cock, and felt it quickly reach the entrance to his foxy worshipper's throat. But rather than stop there at only five to six inches, Michael took the fox's head in both hands and began to push. Slowly, he felt his penis force its way into the fox's throat, a feeling punctuated by a loud gagging noise and near convulsion by the kid on the bench.
"Fuck yes..."
Michael could feel the kid's throat spasm around the thick pillar of flesh, each new inch visibly expanding and stretching the fox's neck. Before long, Michael knew his dick had to be entering the kid's chest cavity, his penis was much longer than the kid's neck after all, and he wondered how that must feel. Michael knew it felt amazing for him, a tight, wet sleeve wrapped around him, teasing every inch as the fox's throat alternated between gagging and swallowing. He would have thought it felt worse for the fox, considering his having to hold the little guy down as he shook and retched up pre and saliva, but his much smaller cock was still rock hard, so it couldn't have been too bad.
"Almost there, kid," the rhino commented as he pushed his last few inches into the fox. "Almooosst...fffuuuuuuck yeah. Heh...I'm balls deep inside of you."
He held his schlong there for another minute or so, relishing the intense feeling of something so tight engulfing every bit of him, before slowly pulling out. He continued to pull out, the kid's throat looking like it was gradually deflating, until only the first five inches remained in the fox's maw. The fox coughed and gasped for air, a condition Michael allowed for a minute or two before, with an almost sickening squelch, he quickly thrust his entire cock back down again and injected a shot of pre into the fox's stomach. Michael did this three or four more times, each time pumping pre into the kid's belly, and then he began to pick up the pace. Instead of bottoming out in the fox's throat, the grey behemoth began to thrust only about half of his length into the little man. The rhino spent the next ten minutes thrusting like this into the kid's throat, grunting and moaning and drooling all over his gagging, exhausted prey.
"Ooohhhhh, kid. Ohhh, fuck, I'm getting close. I'm getting so fucking close."
"Oh, shit! Here it comes!"
With a roar loud enough to shake the lockers around them, Michael pushed his entire twelve-inch cock back into the fox's throat and came. His shaft throbbed violently, nearly lifting the little guy from the bench with every pulse. Jet after jet of thick, creamy cum began to empty into the fox's stomach, a slight bulge forming as his belly was filled with an almost absurd amount of viscous liquid. If Michael had been at all conscious of his surroundings, he might have been able to enjoy watching this, as well as the fox's own hands-free orgasm. But sadly he wasn't, his mind lost to sexual ecstasy. However, he did derive some pleasure from the sight of his fox friend's distended belly after regaining the capacity for rational thought. The sheer size of it suggested that he must have pumped a good gallon or two of spooge into the guy.
"Good god, kid. I hope you enjoyed that," Michael said as he began to withdraw his still hard cock from the fox's throat and mouth.
"I know I sure as fuck did. And now comes the really good part..."
But rather than wait for any sort of verbal response, Michael clamped the fox's muzzle shut as soon as his engorged cockhead left the boy's muzzle. Not wasting a minute, Michael used his free hand to line his shaft up with the fox's snout and thrust forward, engulfing the fox's entire head in a single motion. The fox struggled at first, but that was of no concern for a rhino of Michael's immense size, though it was nonetheless convenient when his now almost impossibly tremendous cock swallowed the kid's shoulders and pinned his arms to his sides. Of course, any further sign of struggle vanished shortly thereafter as the boy's lungs filled with musk and the intoxicating stench of cum, his own smaller penis stirring to life once more.
It was at this point that Michael wrapped his hands around his cock and lifted the fox upwards. Walking a short distance, all the while dripping pre, he placed his fox's furry feet against the nearest set of lockers and pushed forward with a loud groan. His abs and furry glutes flexed as he forced his meat around the kid's full belly, sighing contentedly as that too disappeared down his urethra. At that point it was smooth sailing, the little fox's legs being quickly gulped down before the entire fox was deposited in Michael's now massively swollen balls. Lying back on the soaked gym bench, Michael listened to the music produced by his gurgling, churning sac as it rapidly converted most of his playtime companion into fresh rhino cum. While Michael enjoyed this process, it was actually a complementary process which he enjoyed most of all, a process which should be starting any moment now.
Michael had specifically decided to lie down because his balls weren't just converting the fox into fresh ejaculate. As his balls shrank, most of the fox having been successfully dissolved, good fourth of the fox's mass was being pumped up into Michael's body. The effect was almost immediate: Michael began to groan, and then roar as he shook violently, veins suddenly swelling across his entire body. Veritable waves of mass traveled across the rhino, filling his muscles and causing them to grow steadily bigger. It started with his groin and traveled in every direction, first swelling Michael's already taut muscle butt, not to mention causing his cock to lengthen by at least three inches, and thicken by one to two inches. After that came his abs and thighs; already very trim, his abdominals swelled and separated, while fresh chords of muscle rippled across his legs. Calves, pecs, shoulders, and upper arms all grew nearly simultaneously, the changes being most noticeable in Michael's pecs. Both pecs were first stretched as the rhino's shoulders thickened and broadened, before they too were filled, becoming almost perfectly rectangular slabs of beef. Finally, the rhino's neck thickened as his forearms grew; the latter now covered in constantly visible striations of muscle, assuming one could see through the coating of orange hair. Tired, and covered in a fresh coat of sweat, Michael was just about ready to call it a day. Maybe he'd head back to his hotel room before joining his beloved family for some obligatory fun in the sun.
"Hey, John! You done working out yet!" a voice called from the hotel gym outside.
"You in here, man?" a lithe otter asked as he turned the corner. "Oh...my god."
"Heh. Like what you see, kid?" Michael asked, grinning as he sat up and flexed his new muscles for the first time.
"Yeah...I do."
Family could wait, Michael thought.
And a short time later a loud, "Ah! Aaahh! Aaaaaahhh!" could be heard from the locker room as an otter took far more cock up his ass than he had ever expected.
Epilogue:
Michael felt pretty content on his way back to his hotel room, and he realized that he was having a surprising amount of fun on this family reunion. There was probably still some fox in his balls and a cute little otter in his belly. Not to mention how much he relished the stares he was receiving as he walked, his barely covered torso being only slightly less revealing than his naked lower body. "How could it get any better?" he thought as he reached his door. But just before entering, he heard a noise. A moan, actually! He had been stuck rooming with his sixteen-year-old nephew on this vacation, a kid he certainly didn't expect to be getting laid. Opening the door as slowly and quietly as he could, he saw his nephew on his bed, and he wasn't just sitting there. The younger rhino was lying face down and ass up, with what looked to be a thick dildo sticking out of his ass.
"Ohhh, Uncle Michael, yesss....fuck me..."
This was definitely shaping up to be an interesting family reunion.