Grown Men (2011)

by Damon Suede

  Nope.

  Ox’s eyes shone gently, his face a shimmer of happy surprise. He nodded, once.

  Ox. Sweet Ox.

  He traced the immense erection jutting from Ox’s lap, his hands gentle and tentative.

  Ox’s broad torso rose and fell slowly as he kept his breath steady. Every brush against his cock made him twitch and shiver. He reached for Runt, but Runt pushed him back, pressed his hands down.

  Later. Let me learn you.

  Runt ran his hand up the shaft’s hot skin, mapping the veins. It was almost the size of his forearm. He gulped and tried not to panic. After all, creative solutions were what he did best.

  His giant partner blinked several times, and his larynx bobbed as he swallowed his surprise.

  Runt wrapped both hands around the straining flesh and milked the full length once, firmly. Un-fucking-real. He could feel the heartbeat pumping through the meaty shaft, and the firm tube running along its underside was wider than any of Runt’s fingers.

  Ox’s superhuman body shuddered appreciatively and his mouth widened as if screaming silently. His cock flexed and juice welled at the tip.

  Maybe he’d never been handled gently or pleasured at all. Maybe everyone had been too scared to learn how gentle he was.

  Everyone but me.

  Runt looked again at the enormous pole rising between them and tried to imagine anyone able to handle it. He’d just take his time.

  Ox cocked his craggy head, waiting for Runt to make a decision. He smiled.

  Runt smiled back and leaned forward. He licked up the underside and sucked at the crease just under the head, where the foreskin gathered into hot delicate folds. He held one of Ox’s fat nuts in his palm and stroked it softly, tickling the short hairs.

  Ox grunted appreciatively and spread his thighs wider so Runt could get to him. The hair on them scrubbed along Runt’s legs as he crawled closer.

  Using both hands and lube from his dispenser, Runt milked the titanic shaft. He sucked and chewed carefully at the underside of the head. His finger traced the wet hole at the crown.

  He thought about the slow, thoughtful caress Ox had used, polishing his pleasure like crystal. Tenderly, tenderly.

  Ox watched Runt worship his body. His mouth was open, and his cock was a smoldering spike under Runt’s mindful exploration. The slower, the more faint the pressure, the shorter Ox’s breath, the more rigid his need, the more electrifying his pleasure. His hands twisted and shook in the sheets, but he kept them where Runt had put them as if restrained.

  With nothing more than the tip of his tongue, Runt traced a vein from the base up the entire hard length to the roll of retracted skin behind the salty head. He paused there, just letting his breath graze the glossy surface for a few moments before rocking back onto his haunches.

  Sure enough, one pearl of precum swelled there and Runt touched it gently with his finger, then brought his finger to his own mouth to taste.

  Above him, Ox groaned.

  You said it.

  When Runt glanced up, he realized Ox was crying quietly, chewing at his lip. His heavy brow was wide with wonder as he watched every point of contact between their bodies like he’d never been touched in kindness. He held his body still, shaking with the effort.

  As soon as Runt put the finger in his mouth to taste the honey, another bead swelled at Ox’s tip. Juicy bastard. Runt rubbed it across the head, making his giant squirm. Beads of precum come pearled and smeared until the knob gleamed sweet with it. Runt went to the source, holding the head of the massive cock open so he could lap the salty juice. His tongue slipped a little into the urethra.

  He’s so big.

  Without thinking, Runt pressed the tip of his pinky into the hole at the crown, and Ox froze as the first centimeter slipped inside.

  The unreal hardness strained between their mutually shocked faces, Runt’s finger buried within. Ox’s hips rolled lightly, wanting more. His heavy balls shifted involuntarily.

  So, not just softness then.

  Runt froze, looking up for permission. He pumped another palmful of lube from the wall dispenser.

  Ox nodded, once. He blinked, clearly undone by the sensation.

  But Runt’s little finger knew what it wanted and intruded further.

  Ox’s mouth was a shocked O of pleasure.

  Runt wriggled the tip of his pinky, pushing a little deeper to the joint. He wants more. He wants me deeper inside him.

  Ox tipped his pelvis forward and made a sound under his breath, almost a word. He nodded permission again. Then nodded with impatience.

  Runt pushed his digit deeper, hypnotized by the slick heat inside Ox’s hardness. Odd’s Gods! What a sensation!

  Ox’s breath had become a kind of low keening, and his Neanderthal brow wrinkled in blissful bewilderment. The precum lubricated the inside of his shaft as Runt fucked it patiently, gently, stroking a steady flow of slippery pleasure out of him.

  He’s so huge, I’m finger fucking his cock.

  Ox whimpered and opened his lips, breathing through his wide mouth, then sticking out his tongue like a hungry animal. He grunted at Runt, jerking his head in a direct summons.

  He wants a kiss. He wants to taste me. He wants to taste himself.

  Runt clambered around the burly torso to bring their faces close, keeping his little finger buried in Ox’s unyielding stalk.

  As soon as they were near enough, he leaned in and kissed Ox softly. Ox chuffed with pleasure, devouring his mouth in kind. Ox chewed gently at his mustache and then licked the side of his entire face, jaw and cheek and forehead, tasting his salt with primitive pleasure . . . a slow slick swipe of his huge tongue from throat to forehead. Ox closed his whole mouth over Runt’s ear and sucked at it like an animal.

  Without pausing to think about it, Runt nodded and exposed the other side of his throat for the wet pressure of the big, insistent tongue. He panted, his own stout rod jerking between them until Ox wrapped it in his rough paw, where it fit perfectly, persuading Runt’s cock to fuck his hand as Runt’s hand fucked his cock.

  Together.

  Encouraged, Runt pushed his pinky deeper into Ox’s brawny club, now strapped with veins. The small digit slid easily inside the urethra, only sliding out so he could bury it again to the knuckle. Precum seeped around the intruder and ran freely as Runt milked more honey from Ox’s oversized nuts.

  Ox was gasping with the strained, improbable pleasure of it. His meat shook and shivered, hot as a torch.

  “Yeah, Ox? Feel good, huh? Is that what you needed?”

  Ox nodded, his eyes locked on his own straining boner and Runt’s finger drilling into his glossy cockhead. He hunched his hips again, pushing his fuzzy crack against Runt, his sphincter hot on Runt’s bunched thigh.

  Runt nudged Ox’s anal knot with his knee and wondered for a moment if his hand could go in there.

  I want to fuck him! I can’t wait to learn how to love him enough.

  He imagined pushing inside and petting Ox’s swollen prostate while his beautiful giant jerked and spasmed around him for an hour or so. At the thought of that, his own orgasm hovered nearby, slithering and knotting around him.

  Wait.

  Runt slid his pinky free and sucked the juice off it. He bent to kiss the ruddy helmet and its hot opening once more for good measure. He craned forward again to suck on Ox’s long tongue, then sat back on his heels to enjoy the sprawl of Ox in his bed. Their bed.

  What a fucking view.

  Ox thrust upward with his hips, suddenly spoiled and greedy. He grinned and grunted.

  Runt shook his head in amazement. Bracing his hands against the broad, meaty pecs, he leaned forward and tugged at Ox’s stiff nipples softly with his teeth over and over. He traced and nursed at one nubbin until Ox couldn’t stay still and his towering erection wobbled in the air before them. Runt’s trim mustache teasing the stiffness, he smiled and tipped his head up.

  His desire is bigger than he is.

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sp; With his other hand, Runt stroked Ox’s face, his chest, his belly, petting the hairy skin firmly. Runt sat back, pressing his ass-cleft against Ox’s kneecap, grinding and riding it, knowing that Ox could feel his fundament clenched there against the damp skin. “Oi, big guy. You’re so strong. I’d love to open you up and make you beg. Would you teach me?”

  Ox nodded his head once and grunted low, almost a growl. He bent his knees, spreading the deep crack to Runt’s view. Gripping his round cheeks, he spread his butt, exposing the ring of muscle as if giving it to Runt.

  Runt swallowed, unsure of the next step.

  Ox hunched his hips into the air and reached forward to grip the hooded head of Runt’s erection, to tug it closer. He held Runt’s ass with one hand, then lifted him and opened his mouth to take Runt’s cock and balls inside himself, swallowing and sucking around them. The suction was relentlessly gentle, short-circuiting Runt’s control.

  Odd’s Gods. How is something that good even possible?

  By degrees, Runt felt himself falling toward the point of no return, his fists white-knuckled with the strain of not blowing.

  Ox used his huge tongue to push the foreskin slowly-slowly back behind the ridge of the head. One hard lick scoured the tip.

  Runt yelped. “Wait, wait! Please or I won’t last. Later. Huh?” He tried to pull out of the slick, smoldering mouth devouring him.

  Not stopping for a moment, Ox reached under Runt’s hips to pet his hole with those long rough fingers, his hand so large it almost held both flexing buttocks in its palm.

  “Let me last. Let me play awhile with all of you too. Whoa!” Runt braced his hands on the wall and squirmed as Ox suckled at him. Something brushed his thigh. Somewhere below him, Ox’s stiffness loomed, jutting from his soft bronze pubic hair.

  Looking down, he saw Ox’s ruddy, beefy knob bobbing in the air, seeking heat and wetness. Runt’s asshole clenched involuntarily, though some dark place in him wondered if it was feasible, if he could fit this quivering monster inside of himself.

  Maybe it is possible.

  Pulling his nuts and shaft from Ox’s slippery mouth, Runt rocked back and angled his pelvis slightly. Facing his giant, he managed to trap Ox’s cock-tip with his pelvis, right against his tight hole. His feet on other side of Ox’s flexing hips, he leaned toward the big face for a kiss.

  Ox froze. He shook his head once, his eyes serious. His wet iron strained, knocking at that little aperture, wedged against Runt’s pelvis.

  Maybe not.

  Runt could feel the slick crown lodged at his hole like a bat, like a hitch. He rocked his hips and pushed back a little against the terrifying girth, massaging its glossy skin with his asshole and the dark fuzz of his crack. It couldn’t fit, but the direct stimulation on Ox’s glans had to feel good, right? Runt licked his lips, and ground down again, his eyes glittering in determination. “That feel okay? That feel good?”

  Ox whimpered and the head swelled against Runt’s anus, leaking more. His pleading stare scorched the air between them.

  Runt licked his own mustache and reached out to scratch Ox’s scalp, the way he liked.

  Ox arched his neck to get at the shivery pleasure, and down below, his hips flexed again, literally lifting Runt into the air on the slick end of his shaft ’til Runt’s soles came off the bed.

  Laughing aloud, Runt leaned forward to brace his hands against Ox’s broad shoulders, balancing still on the broad shaft. He could feel his pelvis protesting at the width.

  Don’t get crazy.

  With Ox probing his backside and that tremendous pole planted against him, veiny and menacing and slick with grease, Runt shook his head.

  Maybe never.

  “Easy. Ow. Hang on.” Runt blanched and put his feet down solidly on the mattress, then knelt astride Ox’s abdomen.

  Ox froze and dropped his hips with a look of apology and stretched full length on the bed. His ribs rose and fell, breathing hard. A trickle of sweat ran down his buzzed temple and he looked mad at himself.

  He’s embarrassed.

  “No. I’d say if— It’s okay, you’re fine. It feels good. You feel perfect. We’re perfect, yeah?” Runt bent close and rubbed Ox’s chest roughly. “Oi! You don’t have to worry about me, ya big fucker. I’ll let you know.”

  Ox seemed alarmed and unconvinced. He searched Runt’s eyes up close, stroking Runt’s hole softly . . . wanting the truth.

  “You feel wonderful.” Runt shook his head at Ox, reassuring him. “But unless I get surgical modification, no way is that branch—” he nudged Ox’s member “—going inside me. You’d be ramming my throat from the other end, I think.”

  Ox blushed and shook his head once, pausing to kiss Runt again with those soft, stubbled lips; he turned his attention again to Runt’s backside, petting the tiny iris of muscle.

  Runt groaned and tipped his pelvis, trying to get something inside of him.

  Ox grunted and swung around, pulling close to the crack, leaning in and licking it with long hungry swipes of his enormous tongue.

  Straddling the rugged face, Runt concentrated on breathing and not passing out from the sensation as Ox got his trench sloppy wet and massaged away any imaginary hurt with his tongue and fingers.

  Ox pushed his face into Runt’s ass to taste, holding the hole open so he could get inside, lubing his hand and exploring softly. When he felt satisfied that Runt was slick enough, he held his breath and pressed at the knot with his thumb, broad and long as Runt’s erection.

  Aah!

  Runt fell forward at the sensation. Ox’s staff bobbed in front of him.

  “Yeeaaahhh. See? That right there? That’s plenty. Wow.” Runt screwed his hips onto the blunt probe, its tip working insanity on his gland. “Your thumb feels fucking fantastic. What about you, huh? You want more, fella? You want something else inside your cock?”

  Ox looked down and nodded once. Between Runt’s legs, Ox’s lips were wet and loose and his eyes bright with hormones. His knob nudged Runt’s chin and a strand of honey stretched between them.

  He’s so . . . fucking . . . big.

  “Is your monster hungry?” Runt reached under his own ball sac to put his index finger in Ox’s mouth. “I’m gonna push that inside your pisshole and pull a load out of you. You think I can? Think I can stretch you enough?”

  Ox grunted again and sucked at Runt’s stubby finger, then used his strong tongue to lick three more into his hot mouth and sucked until they were sliding hard into his wet throat. He didn’t choke and his tongue lapped at Runt’s palm. Ox swallowed around them so hard that only the thumb was keeping Runt’s hand from going further.

  Runt had the strange sensation of their skin dissolving and their bodies bending and blending as if the pleasure had spliced their nerves into a single circuit.

  Ox watched him watching them together, his bulldog features ugly-adorable in the half-light of the sleep-space.

  So handsome.

  Runt slid his fingers out, swiped another palmful of the lube, and clambered to Ox’s side so he could tickle Ox’s broad knob with his index finger. Slowly, gently, he rolled the sloppy foreskin back and pushed his first joint in a little.

  Digging for sweet treasure.

  Ox hissed and swallowed, watching the insertion. His mouth was open and his entire body shook with effort. He went back to fucking Runt’s ass with his thick thumb: one knuckle, then straight to the broad base.

  Millimeter by millimeter, Runt screwed the full unlikely length of his index finger inside his lover’s hot shaft. He checked Ox’s face and got a hungry grunt in reply.

  I’m fucking his cock. I’m fucking his huge beautiful cock.

  The feeling of impossible power, of complete union, crashed over him then, pulling him under. They milked the precum out of each other, Runt sinking more and more of his finger into the giant’s lusty shaft.

  He did something to my heart—

  A third time Runt carefully slid his digit back out and then resea
ted it while Ox plundered his ass with exquisite, patient pressure. Their bodies strained together in unexpected harmony.

  —so he can live there.

  Without warning, Runt’s hardness sprayed seed over the whorls of honey hair that covered Ox’s chest and belly. Thitt-splat. He bellowed and hissed as his ass clamped down on that amazing thumb planted in his fundament. The rough pad nailed his gland while he squealed and shook. Ox’s long fingers wrapped and cupped one cheek, holding him up and probably leaving a bruise that would make Runt happy later.

  Stunned, Runt watched his load run down Ox’s torso; a few drops slid, slow and sweet, down his hand and onto Ox’s quivering shaft where his finger was still half-buried.

  Gasping with hunger, Ox held Runt’s hand steady and drove his bull cock up onto the invading finger. His eyes widened as his brows twisted in panic. He snapped his hips, once, etching his abs in stark relief to force his rod right up to Runt’s knuckles, skewering himself.

  Runt yanked his finger out just in time for hot coils of Ox’s semen to arc and fall, arc and fall. Ox arched like a bridge and pushed back into the bedding to pump a molten wad over both of them and their bed and probably the habitat ceiling.

  Gooey mutant fireworks.

  Runt laughed and Ox laughed and pulled the smaller man down, sliding the rich semen between them.

  Grown wild. Look at us.

  For a few moments, they lay together panting and catching their breath. Then Runt heard something, felt something under his ear. He pressed closer, cheek against Ox’s crisp chest hair in the chiseled valley between his pectorals.

  “Runnan.” Ox’s voice was a subsonic rumble, felt more than heard. He spoke slowly, with excruciating effort. So low it was less a sound than a strange vibration like the ocean underground. “Runnan.”

  Runt stayed very still, his eyes wide and shining, listening with every millimeter of his body. It was the most beautiful thing he’d never heard.

  “Runnan.” The big man held him and stroked his back while Runt strained to hear and feel the hard-won word, holding him too close to miss a moment.