Lockdown! Chapter 8
These are difficult times and good erotica can help us get through the next few weeks and months of isolation and social distancing. This fantasy is how I wish I was spending my lockdown...
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Now, onto promises being made...
Exhausted by their day-long rubber fistfest, the two men had virtually fallen into Lee's bed.
As always, there had been relief at finally being free of the tight and constricting rubber they'd worn for most of the day. Of being able to wipe away the worse of the sweat and detritus. However, it was also clouded by melancholy and pangs of hunger. Was the session really over? When can I feel this horny and fucked up again?
Kris knew that time wouldn't be far off though, as Lee had forced him to make up a fresh batch of lube for the morning, `just in case'. As he collapsed into bed he felt his overworked hole twinge, and Kris wondered whether making the lube had been a mistake...
He was the first to stir in the morning, comforted be his closeness to the still sleeping muscular top. From the first moment Lee had walked into Kris's apartment the two men had felt an instant attraction. That had quickly developed into both getting what they wanted out of each other. For Kris, a near-constant supply of cum. For Lee, an eager and hungry throat. It was pure luck that two men with such complimentary needs had ended up trapped in lockdown together.
That had all changed two days ago when Lee had discovered the more mature bottom was into fisting. Initially unsure and hesitant, the top turned out to have a gift for it, with an innate understanding of cunt and of Kris's desires and dreams. Of his need to be big, to be stretched and to be used. Since then Lee had barely been able to hold back from using the bottom's hole.
Right now those thoughts were far from Kris's mind though. He was tender, battered from two days in a row of really intense play. How much more could he take? As he gently squeezed his ass muscles in exploration he felt his only reasonable answer was not much. His hole really needed a break so he could be match-fit again.
It was then that his thoughts turned back to the insatiable top lying next to him. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Lee, but he knew he couldn't keep up. The thought made him feel slightly guilty, was he making the right decision? He couldn't help himself from gently lifting the duvet up to look down and remind himself of just what he'd be missing out on.
He took in Lee's taut muscles, the intricately inked arm sleeve, the pelt of chest hair, ab tattoo and powerful thighs... all roads leading him to the magnificent meat that nestled at Lee's crotch. Even now - totally flaccid - it was a serious cock. Heavy and hefty. Thick and tumescent. The broad and long shaft was uncut, his foreskin hooding the pronounced helmet, although the tip of Lee's dick was just peeking out in a truly inviting way. Underneath were a relaxed and low-hanging sack filled with giant balls. Balls that Kris knew were full of nourishing and life-giving spunk. In fact, he could see them turn over and make their precious fluid even as the top gently slept.
It was inevitable that the sight gave Kris serious cum hunger. After all, it was through spunk that their connection had been forged. He suddenly wanted his mouth to be full of dick again, to feel Lee's cock rise in his throat and finally to taste the top's giant ropes of jism on his tongue. He realised that in their epic fist orgy he hadn't actually swallowed Lee's cum in two whole days (and that was after five days or so of Kris being on a near-constant cum diet). He had to have it again.
He slowly slid himself down the covers so as to not wake the top. Lee was lying sideways, and soon he was successfully face-to-cock. Even though he'd seen this dick in close-up countless times before, he couldn't help but be struck at just how big and potent it was. He felt exactly the same thirst he'd experienced the first time he'd seen it: time hadn't diminished the effect, only amplified it.
He involuntarily inhaled deep lung-fulls of Lee's funk, the natural early morning cock-stench and ball-sweat almost making him high. Exhilarating as the smell was, he couldn't hold back any longer and he opened his mouth wide to gently start swallowing the thick shaft. It was awkward - he didn't want to wake the top before Lee's entire soft cock was in his mouth - but he managed it like a pro. He was determined to feel the fuckslab grow inside of him, filling him so completely that the world would shrunk down to this one moment in time: worshipping cock.
Despite the bottom's gentleness, Kris's eager and warm tongue didn't go unnoticed. Even though the top was still half-asleep, on one level Lee was always conscious of his dick. How it hung, how it packed his bulge, how everyone from boys to teenagers to adults looked at him in the changing rooms. The needs of his cock filled his thoughts, waking or not. That awareness meant that when he came to he immediately knew that his cockmeat was swelling in size and fully enveloped by Kris's mouth. He didn't miss a beat, not even having to lift the duvet to greet the hungry slut on his dick.
"Jesus, you really have become my cock slave, haven't you?!" he said, laughing with easy delight. The thought of being woken every morning by a mouth determined to please his dick made him hard, although to be honest he wasn't sure what made him harder. His own desires to be cock-worshipped or Kris's actions, who seemed to have taken being called a cock-slave as a personal challenge and had used every one of his throat muscles to great effect. Jesus, did this boy not have a gag-reflex?!
Already Lee could feel his cum rising but that wasn't his plan for the day. He wrenched the duvet away and pushed Kris's head back: there was no way he was going to give his spunk away so freely!
"Man, keep doing that and you're going to make me cum! I want to shoot inside of you after working your hole over. My fists are hungry for that big puss of yours" said Lee.
A strand of salvia still connected Kris's mouth to Lee's achingly hard dick. He looked up to meet the horny top's eyes and did his best. "Honestly... I would love that, but I think my hole really needs a break. I don't think I can take your fists so soon again..."
Lee saw the doubt and remorse in Kris's eyes. Yet he also saw hunger, hunger that he knew he could use. He firmly held Kris's head steady and then gently pushed his cock forward, just far enough to be able to wipe the precum from his unsheathed helmet across the bottom's lips. Kris tried to scrabble forward, eager for more, but was stopped by Lee's strong hands.
"Man, I thought you wanted my load?" asked Lee, acting distraught. He knew exactly what he was doing. "I thought you were hungry for my cum? I mean, I did just wake up with my dick in your fucking throat, right?"
He pulled back ever so slightly, his fuckslab now an inch from Kris's open mouth. Kris couldn't help from licking his lips, he could see the top's heavy balls were high in their sack, waiting to shoot, seemingly on a hair trigger.
"Please Boss, I want your cum so bad. I simply couldn't hold back" said Kris. It goes without saying that Kris had also thought that if he made Lee shoot then maybe his hole would get a rest. Karma can be a bitch!
Lee reached with one hand to grasp the base of his shaft, making his thick dick look even more imposing and urgent. To Kris it looked exactly like the action of a man who was about to stuff their dick deep into his waiting and inviting throat. He opened his mouth wider and closed his eyes in reflex thirst.
"Fuck off!" cried Lee, cruelly shattering the moment. "The only way you're going to get this meat is if we play! If you want my spunk then you've got to work for it, but if your ass is out of action then don't think you're getting a single drop of my cum!"
Lee pushed Kris's head away and swung his body out of the bed. Suddenly feeling very naked, Kris couldn't deny the irony of his cum hunger being used against him. If there was one thing that got him going above all...
The top stood naked by the side of the bed, his muscular body, treasure trail and hard dick expectant.
Kris wracked his mind and thought of all the times he'd played before with a sensitive hole. He knew that toys were his way out. They were manageable, more gentle and often easier to take. And he lots. Surely a few of the smaller ones could satisfy Lee's needs? "Well... maybe I could take a toy or two?"
Lee raised his eyebrows and used one hand to point towards his dick. Kris immediately knew where he should be. He slid off the bed and onto his knees to swallow Lee's heavy shaft as quick as he could move.
The hung top revelled in the moment. Part of him didn't understand why cock was such a big deal. All men have dick, so why should some gays have such powerful desire to suck another? Sure, his was big, but he still didn't get the hunger Kris was exhibiting right now. All he'd had to do was point and his cock slave was on it, like his mouth was on a hair trigger. He guessed that some men just don't feel complete unless they've got a cock in their gullet. Or a fist in their cunt...
"No, just hold it there, don't work it" said Lee. "I guess toys might work... especially if your toy collection is anywhere near as big as your gear collection. I've got high hopes of reaming your pig-cunt out with some absolutely monstrous toys. Am I right, is your collection big? Is your appetite for hole destruction as big as your dildo collection?"
Kris couldn't fucking help himself. A thick and heavy cock totally filled his mouth all whilst he was being cunt-talked. He couldn't resist taking his own hard dick in his hand and beating his meat.
"Do you know what? Today could even be good for you. You keep telling me you hole can take more work, hell wants more work! If you're really serious about being a pig bottom then surely your cunt needs constant work, right? I really want to help you. Surely you want to come out of lockdown with something positive, right? Wouldn't having the biggest pussy in London be a good outcome?"
Fuck! The words rang high in Kris's head. He'd been told not suck, but Lee hadn't said anything about how deep he was allowed to go. He pulled himself forward, inhaling every inch of Lee's big dick and virtually gagging himself. The heavy shaft completely filled his throat and it was a total head rush as he ran out of air. Ecstasy drove him forward though and he couldn't help holding himself in place, wolfing every inch of cock available to him down his throat..
"Imagine that... having the biggest, sloppiest, juiciest cunt around--"
Kris's cum furiously spilled from his dick in giant slugs across the bedroom floor. Lee's taunting and his own oxygen-starved cock-hunger meant he hadn't been able to hold back from shooting.
"See?! I fucking knew it, you can't deny it now!" said Lee, immediately withdrawing his dick from the bottom's mouth. He pulled right back and laughed with evil intent, cradling his heavy balls and mucous-slick dick in his hands. His heart was beating fast, not least as he'd been able to successfully cum-control his own load, but also at his pride in making the desperate bottom shoot.
"if you want this meat you're going to have to work a lot fucking harder! You're going to have to show me you really, really want it. Show me your toys" demanded Lee.
Fuck, what had Kris let himself in for? He had shot his load and no longer felt horny. Sure, he still wanted Lee's cum - of course - but how could he possibly keep up with this? He'd spent years and years collecting toys that now came in only more and more extreme sizes. Something told him that Lee wouldn't be happy with `just' a couple of his more gentle toys. The ones he'd bought years ago when he was just getting started... no matter that his hole was tender, worn out and surely incapable of taking more?
Kris was a committed bottom though. He had a deep need to show off the capabilities of his well-honed cunt. To prove he could take it. He'd been working on his pussy for years. If it wasn't for this moment then when was it for?
He led Lee into his bedroom - the sling still up from yesterday - and the deeply entrenched smell of heavy ass play hit them both. Lube and sweat and all things good... seamlessly he reached down to open the giant drawers under his bed to reveal the full extent of his toy collection.
"Jesus-fucking-hallelujah! Just how big do you want your cunt to be?" exclaimed Lee, astonished at the sheer size and breadth of the toys before him. Double or triple stacked in places, he had never seen so many dildos in one place before. They were in all colours, shapes and sizes. Well, actually that was a lie. All he could see were the giant ones: dildos designed to wreck and ream and create new life where there had only been silence before.
Kris knew to be proud, he'd experienced this reaction countless times before. His toy collection honestly couldn't be beat. Disbelief was met with lust. Despite the tenderness in his arse he was soon walking the the naked and tumescent top through the high-points of his collection. Bam' from Doc Johnson, the 2.5" thick shaft based on a real black man. Thor' from Crackstuffers, the blue monster heavy in his hands. Choad' from Mr Hankey, with its perfect foreskin and giant shaft. Stan' from Bad Dragon, supposedly based on a T-Rex dick with a truly evil head. They went on... and on... 30 or 40 toys assembled over the years.
All the while, Lee's unladen dick stayed relentlessly hard, his unrelieved balls dripping precum uncontrollably. He was finding new wells of sexuality to explore, having come so far in the last few days. He had no idea toys went so big. Sure he'd seen giant dildos before, but he though they were novelty items, not toys to be actually used!
And then Kris brought out his biggest. The `LW TIP' from Mr Hankey in XL. A unprepossessing name for a truly unprecedented toy. A 12" circumference of thick meaty goodness. A fat, veiny but short 10" shaft topped by monster helmet. A true Goliath of a toy that left any hole it touched wrecked forever. He proudly held up the heavy cuntstuffer to Lee's eager eyes, forgetting for a moment that he was meant to be downplaying the abilities of his tender hole.
"Jesus, and your cunt can actually take that?! Man, I've been gentle on you!" said Lee wistfully.
"Well, not all of it... on a good day I can get just past the helmet, but I'm always aiming to take more. But you know what they say... every bottom needs a toy in their collection that they can't take. We need something to aim for."
Lee looked on sternly and yet filled with total desire.
"You can drain my balls if you take every inch of that fat motherfucker" he declared.
Neither knew who was hungrier. Kris to swallow the top's tasty and nourishing cum, or Lee to see the bottom's hole totally trashed. Or vice versa. It was going to be a long, long day...
Next: Kris gets stretched and gets his reward...
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