A Big Wish - Part 8

I might take a break from this story for a bit. I think there's more to explore in this fantastic world, but I've gotten it out of my system and could maybe do with a different tale. Expect to see a new Patron-only Poll in the coming weeks!

 Mike proved to be insatiable. Garett went another round with Mike on all fours, dumping yet another massive load into his even more massive ass, and still, Mike was begging for more. 

By then, the mixture of sweat, pre, and cum had turned Mike’s mattress into a damp sponge. Garett suggested a change of scenery--one that might allow him better access to Mike’s most enormous of assets. 

“Why don’t we have a quick rinse before we get back to business?” Mike suggested. Garett heartily agreed.

Watching him haul his ponderous bulk from the bed, Garett couldn’t help but note how Mike’s cock stood out at a downward angle, it’s own weight so hefty that even at full tumescence it was simply too much for his groin to hold aloft. That, and Mike’s apron seemed to take up much of the space that might have been occupied by his dick had it the room to elongate upward.

It was also quite the sight simply watching Mike move. He guessed that at his size, a fast waddle would have been the best Mike could manage, but with a horse-sized organ between thighs that were already having trouble going around one another, it was a careful swaying gait as Mike desperately tried to ensure that his balls stayed ahead of his legs lest they be crushed between them.

It was bizarre and yet intensely arousing. Garett followed, his own swollen cockhead leading the way.

Upon entering the bathroom, Mike stopped unexpectedly and Garett slammed into his backside. Mike turned slightly and playfully tapped Garrett’s cock. “Damn, does this thing ever go down?” He asked playfully.

“Not when I’ve got all this to watch,” he replied, grabbing Mike’s bread loaf-sized lovehandles. Mike chuckled and then proceeded onto the tiled floor.

It was spacious, as far as bathrooms go, but then Garett supposed it would have to be given Mike’s size. The toilet was wide and accommodating, the sink was large, and the walk-in shower was verging on sauna territory. Garett would have called it opulent if it weren’t so practical for a 400-plus pound man. 

As spacious as the shower was, it was still a tight squeeze for both Mike and Garett to get inside. Mike’s ponderous schlong kept slamming into the shower glass whenever he even slightly rotated himself, causing them both to giggle. 

With the water on, Mike began to rinse. Most of the stream was blocked by Mike’s backside, with only a little splash reaching Garett as he stood against Mike’s flesh on the other side of the shower, his hands idly tracing up and down Mike’s curvaceous form. 

Then he got an idea. With a smirk, he slowly descended such that he sat on the bare tiles, his head directly level with the huge, hanging cock. With both hands, he grasped the shaft and angled it upwards, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could.

Which is to say, not much of it at all. Even with his mouth opened wider than it had ever been before, he couldn’t get it around the crest of Mike’s huge helmet. It became lodged, and to distract Mike from the sudden lack of momentum Garett began to furiously pump his arms to make up for it.

Above him, Mike groaned and leaned back, water cascading over his head and down his front. Some of it even managed to splash onto Garett, but with his head so far away, most of it just got along Mike’s shaft. This was convenient as it provided some lubrication for his hands, which began to more rhythmically stroke the veiny limb.

This went on for some time before Garett decided he wasn’t letting Mike get out of this shower without getting him off. He places Mike’s huge dong on his shoulder and then got up to his knees. He then hugged it to his chest, the head pointed over Garett’s right shoulder, and getting as much of his upper body into contact as possible, he then began to rock back and forth. 

Another deep moan and Mike arched his back against the farm wall of the shower. More water poured over his billowing front to splash on Garett, further lubricating them both. Beside his head, Garett could practically hear each thump of Mike’s heart as the enormous organ pulsed and leaked a steady stream of pre-cum down his back.

It was the biggest workout of Garett’s life. It wasn’t that Mike’s cock was particularly heavy, although it was certainly the heaviest cock Garett had ever held--it was the fact that he had to undulate his entire body non-stop. Garett was hardly a small lad, and adding the extra weight of Mike’s dick made the process extra sweaty. It was a good thing they were already in a shower.

After several minutes, Garett couldn’t tell if it was sweat or water pouring off his forehead. Mike’s grunts and groans spurred him to keep going, though, and the stream of pre and sweat down his back was starting to make the whole shower reek of sex. The enormous man began to tense and shudder, his whole body quivering as though building to an intense explosion. 

And then it happened. He let out a bellowing moan. Garett could hear the cum as it flowed down the huge shaft like a raging rapid before erupting like a volcano, spewing ropes of jizz onto the glass behind him. There it splashed, covering the side of his face, neck, and shoulder in cum. More pulses brought still more white fluid that flowed down Garett’s back. 

Once it seemed Mike’s orgasm had stopped, Garett collapsed onto the tiles even more spent than his enormous lover. He looked behind him and was amazed at the puddle of cum that had formed and was now slowly being drained thanks to the water. 

“Holy shit,” Mike said from above, although Garett couldn’t see his face from beneath the big man’s gut. “That was like the first time. I’ve never cum like that before.” 

“Well…” Garett huffed. “You’ve never… had a… cock… like this… before…”

Mike grinned and then angled his still dripping dick to the side and leaned over to give Garett a hand. “I think you need the rinse more than I do,” he said, and the two scraped bellies and dicks as they tried to swap positions in the shower. It wasn’t easy, and both them laughed as Mike shuddered still in the aftershocks of coitus.