A Big Wish - Part 7

Happy New Year, all! Here's an update to end the year. Hope you like it! :)

Garett didn’t waste too much time. After sharing a sloppy makeout session that got him rock hard, he started running his tongue down the crest of Mike’s torso, stopping to nibble at the fold of his neck, then to give extra attention to the twin peaks of Mike’s chest. Each nipple was the size of a small cocktail weeny and deserved their own hour-long tongue lashing, but Garett had a bigger prize in mind.

After running his tongue down Mike’s vast belly, Garett came to what he expected to be the big man’s navel. Instead, he was met with a drooling cockhead the size of his fist. 

This was so far beyond anything Garett had ever experienced that he was brought up short. His entire playbook was useless--there was no way he was fitting that thing in his mouth, so he just settled for continuing his body kisses down the shaft. He eventually settled himself between thighs almost as big as his waist to give two orbs the size of cantaloupes a tongue-bathing. 

Mike sounded like he was enjoying the attention, so Garett continued for several minutes while he stared at the massive shaft that towered above him. He was formulating a game plan, which he enacted just as soon as he figured out what he could do.

What he settled on was a combination of hands and tongue. Two hands grasped the shaft like a baseball bat, angling the head towards his mouth where he started running his tongue around the shiny cap. Mike moaned, which Garett took as approval for his methods. He soon started working the shaft up and down, amazed at how much dick flesh traveled with his hands as they jerked off the towering spire.

On a normal shaft, the amount of pre-cum Mike produced would be barely a trickle, but on a dick as big as his, it was more like a small flood. Garett used it to lubricate both hands and then got back to work, shuffling his body forward so that his own flabby torso provided Mike with another source of friction. Mike moaned again, louder, as Garett used his entire body to pleasure his enormous partner. 

Looking down, Garett found that Mike’s cock reached all the way to between his tits. Hunching slightly, he managed to use his own pillowy mounds to further stimulate Mike’s dickhead. Another spurt of pre signaled his success at motorboating the giant cock.

Meanwhile, Garett’s own substantial dick had maneuvered itself into the fold between Mike’s belly and groin. With every jerk of his arms, Garett thrust into Mike’s soft body, bringing them both to new heights of carnal pleasure. 

As Garett was doing all of the work, he was starting to work up a sweat. This further lubricated Mike’s shaft and made his hand+titty job even easier. In fact, it wasn’t long before Mike was begging for him to stop lest he blow his load already.

“Holy fuck, that was incredible. You have no idea how sensitive this thing is now,” Mike said between gasps. 

“I have an idea,” Garett replied, taking the time to rub his cock over Mike’s fat gut. 

“Well, how about we get that in me and we both find out for sure?”

Watching Mike turn over was a bit like watching a mountain move, only jigglier. Garett appreciated the view for a moment before stepping up to Mike’s upturned ass as he readied himself on all fours.

Garett thought Mike’s belly was big, but truly, it had nothing on his ass. Each cheek was as wide as Garett’s entire torso, and he was certain that his old cock wouldn’t even be able to make it past Mike’s fleshy gate-keepers to find the hole. Now that he was hung like a mule, though, Garett didn’t anticipate any problems. 

At least, not with getting himself beyond the wobbling domes of Mike’s ass. Getting inside was another matter entirely.

Luckily, it turned out that those pictures Mike put on his profile weren’t just for show. As soon as Garett had himself lubed and lined up with Mike’s hole, he pressed in and found that Mike easily accommodated his girth. He slid in as easily as if he were still his more modest size--he assumed. It occurred to him that Gareth might not even have experienced any resistance if he were “normally” endowed.

“Fuck, yes,” was all Mike said in a low drone. He took Garett’s shaft all the way to the hilt before letting out a bellowing moan. Then he demanded the fuck of his life.

Garett tried to oblige as best he could, but he was as new to fucking with a 9-inch tool as a first-time virgin. It took him several pumps to realize that he had far more shaft to play with than before, and he could instead take larger, pelvis-swinging thrusts that must have looked comical if there had been any onlookers.

Eventually, Garett established a rhythm that had his chubby pelvis slamming into Mike’s massive mounds at a speed that had both fat boy’s bodies quaking, their lovemaking punctuated by the staccato slap of sweat-covered flesh. A sharp crack as skin connected, then a dull slap as their bulk crashed together a split-second later. 

For Mike, it was the same as using one of his regular dildoes, only better since it was attached to a big boy. For Garett, it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He’d never been able to fuck like this, to make these wild gyrations of his hips that allowed him to slam forward with enough force that he could tell he’d walk away with bruises. And all the while, his entire over-sized shaft was being massaged by the smooth muscles so warm and soft that it was getting hard to keep from-

“Oh god, I’m gonna-” Garett said before blowing the biggest load of his life. 

Draped over the massive ass, Garett shuddered violently as his orgasm overtook him. He felt muscles clench tighter than ever before, pumping out what felt like gallons of cum. Mike’s oversized hole seemed to take it as easily as he did Garett’s cumbersome cock, begging for more as Garett gave his all.

After what felt like minutes, Garett’s spasms finally ended, his balls utterly spent. Beneath him, Mike waggled his rear, rousing Garett from his post-orgasmic stupor.

“You got enough in you for one more?” 

Garett considered. He was still rock hard and balls deep in the biggest bottom he’d ever had the pleasure of plundering. More than anything, Garett wanted to go for round two. And three. Maybe four.

He pulled out, making Mike think he’d decided one was enough but it was actually just to allow his previous load to start tricking down Mike’s thigh. The white river ran for several moments before Garett slammed his entire length back down Mike’s love tunnel in a single violent thrust. Mike shouted in surprise, but then growled in renewed lust.