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End of Chapter 1:
Chris' toes were curling and his nuts were spasming. He couldn't handle much more of this. He needed to switch it up.
"Get up," he ordered. Tom obeyed.
"I want you to walk back to the bedroom. Get on all fours on the edge of the bed, arch that back and get that jockbubble up in the air." He gave Tom a smack on one of his big cheeks as he turned around and went off to do as he was told.
Chapter 2:
Chris stood up to follow. Leaving his towel on the chair, he started off for the bedroom. His cock was leading the way. It was rock solid and stood straight out, eager to get to Tom's fat ass as fast as possible. Chris' monster was still soaking wet from Tom's sloppy throat juices that were still dripping onto the floor as he walked.
He entered the room and the sight of Tom's bubbly boybutt waiting eagerly in the air and straining against the too-small tighty whities made Chris' cock pump out a fat glob of precum that hung down in a thick strand before breaking off and splashing on the floor. He walked over and immediately gave the fat globes a few hard smacks, making Tom squirm and squeak like a bitch. He began massaging them through the cotton briefs, palming them roughly and pulling them apart, shaking them and making them jiggle obscenely.
His eyes fell on the small tear in the fabric and he began his descent, kneeling on the floor, his face eye level with the jockbubble before him, he pressed his face against the cotton and let the tip of his nose find it's way into the small tear. He inhaled deeply and let his nose gently swipe along the jocks crack and ever so slightly flick across the boys pink slit, causing Tom's whole body to spasm while he squealed.
As he knelt there, rubbing his face into the crack and sending shivers rippling through Tom's body, Chris' cock-- hard as steel, bounced and throbbed steadily, precum oozing out and puddling on the carpet below. He couldn't wait anymore. His nuts were aching, they were so full, and every drop of the cum they were so desperate to pump out was getting emptied into Tom's tight hole.
"Fuck this", muttered Chris.
He reached up, hooking each index finger into the small hole in the briefs, and in one instant, with no effort, he tore the briefs wide open. Tom's juicy, milky white globes came spilling out, the sudden release letting them drop and bounce.
Chris only let himself stare in awe for a moment. They were stark white, framed by the bikini-shaped tan lines surrounding them. There was the lightest dusting of small, light brown hairs covering them. Peach fuzz that was barely noticeable. But the real sight was nestled in between the two meaty cheeks-- Tom's tight, hairless, bubblegum pink jockpussy. It twitched and clenched in anticipation and Chris' mouth and cock both drooled in lusty hunger.
Chris smacked a palm on each fat globe, and without any more delaying, he roughly forced each cheek as wide apart as his huge biceps could manage, and dove in.
"OHHHHHH FUUUCK!!", screamed Tom. It was an instantaneous mix of shock and the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt. Chris was fucking feral. Hungry and animalistic, he slobbered and chewed on Tom's pink fuckhole ravenously. Hands still keeping his hole fully exposed and vulnerable, he took it for himself.
Tom could do nothing but squirm and squeal, toes curling and hands clenching fistfuls of the bedspread, as Chris feasted on his pussy with reckless abandon. He frenched it, chewed on the outer ring, lapped at it, slurped at it, ground his stubbly beard against it, speared it with his strong tongue. He would occasionally slow down and lick at it lazily, his tongue wide and flat as it took long swipes from Tom's taint to the top of his crack. That really got Tom going. He was babbling incoherently into the bed, his muffled cries only making Chris' cock harder and slicker with the gallons of precum that had been leaking down it.
Tom lifted his head and glanced behind him. Chris had returned to his furious mauling of his hole, and Tom could see what his effect his ass was having on Chris.
Chris' face was red hot, his eyes were glazed over and damn near crossed. He was fucking hypnotized. It really turned Tom on to see him like that. Tom wiggled his ass a bit at Chris and that only seemed to intensify Chris' lust. He shoved his face back into the crack, hard, and began growling into the raw, dripping wet pussy while simultaneously chewing and slurping.
Tom's eyes bulged out and he couldn't even make a sound. His hole was practically numb at this point. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.
"Just FUCK ME PLEASE!" He screamed.
That seemed to break Chris out of his primal trance. He pulled his face out of Tom's ass and sat for a minute, lips puffy and chafed, slobber dribbling from his mouth, down off his chin, and landing on his cock. He stood up, towering over Tom's tiny frame in comparison. He looked down at the boy in front of him on all fours, back arched, his ass getting splashed with the drool and precum that fell in strands from Chris' fat dick.
Tom looked back and felt a mix of intimidation and slutty lust. He locked eyes with Chris. "Breed me Daddy. Punish-fuck my pink little pussy and fill it up." Chris didn't need to be told twice. He reached out a hand and grabbed one of Tom's shoulders, pulling him back, causing his back to arch to its limit, and with his other hand, he wrapped it around Tom's face, firmly clasping it over Tom's mouth...silencing him.
Chris didn't need any lube. He had just spent the better part of an hour slobbering all over Tom's hole. And his cock had never made so much precum in his life. He held Tom steady, lined up his monster cock right at the spasming jock hole, and in one steady, deliberate motion, he buried himself into Tom, right down to the hilt.
"MMMMPPPHHFFFF!!", Tom screamed into Chris' palm, which held such a tight grip over his mouth it was barely louder than a whisper. Chris stayed buried 9 inches deep in Tom's ass for a few moments while the jock struggled against Chris' grip and groaned into his hand. Tom took a few long deep breaths through his nose and his pained groanels subsided. "Mmmmmmm", he moaned.
"Good boy. You're ready now, huh?"
Tom nodded weakly. Chris kept his hand over his mouth, and began sliding out. Tom groaned again as he felt Chris' meat sliding out of him. Once the fat tip was juuust about to pop out, Chris reversed course and drove himself back in, bottoming out in Tom's bubble. Tom inhaled through his nose sharply, and before he could let out another muffled shriek, Chris had wrapped his other hand around his mouth, pulling his head back further. Tom's face was pointed straight up at the ceiling, and all he could do was gasp for air through his nostrils as the assault started.
Chris was done being polite. He was done being teased by Tom's pink puffy pussy and his jiggling jockbubble. He wanted to cum, and he didn't care about Tom's comfort. He was gonna get what he wanted. Keeping his forceful grip on Tom's face, arching his back in a sharp curve, he was determined to use Tom's hole as his fucktoy.
He began pounding.
FUCK.FUCK.FUCK.FUCK.FUCK.FUCK.
He was hammering Tom's hole mercilessly. Ignoring his meek, muffled shrieks vibrating into his palms, he continued burying rough, long, full- length strokes balls-deep into Tom's ass. His fat globes were bouncing off Chris' hips, rippling and clapping together loudly each time Chris slammed himself back into them.
Chris growled and grunted. Tom's hungry jockpussy was gripping his cock with a vice-like grip, squeezing it from base to tip, milking the fat throbbing shaft desperately. Chris never slowed his pace. It was a relentless, rhythmic punish-fucking that never quit.
Tom couldn't even see straight. His eyes were rolled back deep in his skull and the feeling of Chris' fat mushroom tip punching his prostate left him unable to form coherent thoughts. Each time that fat Aussie weapon punched his button it forced a shot of cum out of his cock. He didn't want the assault to end, but at the same time he didn't know how much more of it he could stand before he lost consciousness altogether.
Chris was close. The grip Tom's ass had on his cock, the sight of his fat cakes bouncing and jiggling wildly, the pathetic whimpering and drooling into his hands over Tom's mouth...it was all pushing him closer to the edge.
"Fuuuck, you're getting me so fucking close boy. This is the best pussy I've ever used. It better get used to these workouts, this is only the first of many, baby. This sweet, pink little cunt belongs to me now", he growled to Tom.
That was it for Tom. Being told by Chris that his hole was his, it was the cherry on top of the power-fucking he'd been enduring. He felt the spasming deep in his hole, his prostate still being brutally beaten, and the ecstasy that spread out to his toes and fingertips as he began to cum.
Even if Chris had been trying to hold off on cumming, he would have failed. Tom's spasming hole clamped down on the base of his cock without warning, putting an abrupt stop to Chris' jackhammering. The clenching hole gripped his cock and squeezed, causing Chris to throw his head back and cry out as his cock was milked mercilessly, siphoning out every thick, hot rope of cum that came gushing out.
Tom could feel it pouring into him. Liters of piping hot liquid emptying into his guts while his pussy eagerly milked out more. They stayed there for some time, both of them trembling and breathing heavily, letting Chris' cock slowly soften as it spit out its last few drops of cum.
When he finally felt he had no more juice left to give him, Chris leaned over, resting his head on Tom's shoulder so he could whisper in his ear.
"Just wait until next week. We'll be filming scenes with Captain America." And he gave Tom a hard slap on the ass as he turned to head off to shower, leaving Tom wide-eyed and trembling at the thought.