By now I’ve put out a good number of stories focusing on straight sex. We’re taking a different tack today! Instead of writing a tale of straight erotic drivel, this is a tale of gay male erotic drivel.
As with other Hyper Jae stories, hentai physics are in full effect. They’re half kink, half comedy. This story will feature hyper-caliber cocks and balls—over five feet worth of the former and hundreds of pounds of the latter. There will be ludicrous cum inflation, seminal deluges, and emphasis on sexual scents.
Please enjoy the buttsex!
“Nate? Nate!” he hollered. His heels clicked against polished concrete as he walked between metal shelves full of boxed fan kits. After another turn, he walked past racks of hammers and saws, sundress flowing behind him. Withdrawing his phone from his purse, he dialed his older brother again.
“What’s going on, Tommy?” asked his younger brother, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. His practical sneakers squeaked against the smooth floor.
“The idiot’s still not answering. He told me to go find the PVC, and I found it, but he never told me what diameter to get,” grumbled Tommy. There was a faint chirping on the edge of his hearing. “Hold up. Do you hear that, Amel?”
“That’s Nate’s phone!”
The two boys hustled down the alley towards the plumbing fixtures. The fresh scent of lumber was in the air, the whine of a distant saw in their ears.
That’s when they found the ringing’s epicenter and stopped to gape.
Their brother was lying above a hot tub, stark naked. The boy was groaning, on top of what looked like an enormous muffin of flesh whose top rose five feet above the lip of the tub.
“N-Nate?” asked Tommy. That was when he realized that the “muffin” was his brother’s belly, the bottom part stuffed into the hot tub. The round, peachy-colored ass was perked up, and a brilliant white arc was gushing out of it, splattering into a second display tub which was overflowing.
“What happened to you? Ugh, what’s that smell? It smells like….” Amel frowned and scooped up a double-handful of the goopy white fluid. It was very hot, like yogurt in thickness, and it reeked of sex. He tentatively licked at it. “Cum?” Amel wrinkled his face up and tossed it back into the tub. He looked up at Nate and shoved his stomach. “Dude!”
His brother’s only response was a groan. He was unable to move due to how gigantic his belly had grown. The whole area smelled like an orgy. Cum was rolling down display mirrors. A massive, quivering water-balloon of flesh six feet across was wobbling against a display cabinet. It took Amel a moment to realize that the “balloon” was the belly of another victim who was occluded by it.
Squeak. Squeak. A flatbed cart went rolling by. One of the store employees was on it. That shockingly swollen stomach was so bloated it was engulfing most of the flatbed and hanging over the sides. Wait, no, that’s a futa, not a girl. The employee’s cock was squirting her own pearly contribution all over her distended stomach. The only reason Amel could even identify her as an employee was because the orange apron still hanging from her neck, dangling in front of the cart as she laid atop her stomach. Jizz gushed from her cunt and ass, splattering against concrete, leaving a broad white swath in her wake. She groaned.
Squeak. Squeak. The cart bumped into a shelf and the futa toppled over. She bounced away on her belly, spraying a gout of cum from her gaping holes, and rolled down the aisle and out of view. Amel heard her yell, “God dammit!”
Amel turned towards Tommy. “Hey, how is it possible that this is all cum, I mean—” He squinted at his brother.
Tommy was standing near the hot tub full of cum. He froze, hands midway to his mouth, and stared at Amel. White goop rolled down his forearms and chin, and his belly was swollen enough under the dress to look several months pregnant. “Um … yes. Yes, this is very cum. I know science. I watch CSI.”
Amel shook his head. “This wouldn’t have happened at Lowe’s.”
Jae stood by his cart, leaning against the shelving as his cock deflated. The five-foot-plus behemoth dripped fist-sized blobs of spunk to the floor as it shrank. It pulsed in time with his heart, the wrist-thick veins along its sides throbbing. His titanic nuts hung well past his knees.
Reaching down, Jae yanked on a bright piece of cloth sticking out of one of the folds in his sack. Skllshhh. A purple, spunk-soaked pair of panties came out. He dropped it on the floor with a splat. “How the hell does that even happen?” he asked no one.
One of the store employees walked by the end of the aisle. Jae made eye contact with him. The guy pointed and said, “Hey, sir, you really should get a lumber cart for that much wood.”
“What? Oh, thanks,” Jae chuckled. The guy left.
Another minute, and the he was flaccid, the glans hooded in its foreskin and dangling near the floor. He bent over, reaching up under his nuts to get to the tab of the zipper on his custom pants. Squish. Squilsch. His hands mucked through an inch-thick coating of jizz as they guided his beach-ball sized nuts back under the black cloth. Zzzziip. He pulled the tab up halfway before using both hands to wrestle his flaccid, yard-long cock back under the cloth. It was hard to do one-handed with the sheer size and weight of the slippery organ. Like his nuts, it was covered in a thick layer of spunk that squished and splattered all over the floor and his boots. His strong hands guided the melon-sized glans back in, and after a moment, he grunted and managed to zip up.
Jae re-buckled his metallic skull belt-buckle and readjusted his leather vest. Coarse fingers brushed raven-black hair out of his face. It draped down about his broad, spike-studded shoulders. Finally, Jae reached into his vest and returned the red-tinted shades to his face. Looking down at himself, he decided he was somewhat presentable, even though jizz was all over his boots and legs and he probably reeked like a brothel.
He wheeled his cart towards the paint section. He came across two girls having an animated conversation.
“...Yeah, so, I was like. Bam! Hydralisks everywhere. They walked right into it,” said the shorter redhead.
“And you wonder why I’m so paranoid about having detectors follow my groups,” said the slender brunette.
“Yeah, and then you just huddle behind your photon cannons anyway.”
That was when they noticed Jae and turned towards him. He leaned an elbow against his cart.
“Holy shit, I didn’t know we sold equipment that heavy,” quipped the shorter one.
“If you came looking for condoms, sir, the 55 gallon trash bags are in aisle 16,” offered the brunette. Slap! The girls high-fived.
Jae rolled his eyes before chuckling. “Yeah, okay, 55 gallons? I can pop one of those easily. Trust me, I’ve done it.”
The redhead furrowed her brow. “You used a trash bag as a condom?”
“I don’t know, dude, the girl asked.”
The brunette shook her head. “What the fuck kind of kink is that? Yes, hello, please fuck me with a garbage bag, trashcock.”
The loudspeaker echoed. “Cleanup in plumbing. Code white. Someone let him into the store again. Why do you people keep doing that? Please stop.”
“How much can you cum, anyway?” asked the shorter one. “Your nutsack’s like a beanbag chair.”
“Depends how long you rub my balls before I cum,” he answered.
“So did you need help, sir?” asked the brunette.
“Wait, you look Korean,” observed the redhead.
“Okay, so, are siege tanks offensive or defensive?”
Jae shook his head. “What?”
The brunette threw her arms in the air. “Starcraft!”
“Dude, do you know how bad I am at video games?” asked Jae. “I can barely control one character.”
“Oh,” muttered the redhead. She looked disappointed.
“What did you need?” asked the brunette.
“An aisle down, look on your left.”
Ten minutes later, Jae walked out through the sliding doors into the garden center. He had to hold the shopping cart at almost arm’s length due to the sheer bulk of his gigantic package, bouncing and slapping his thighs much to the bemusement of the customers. Several men covered their wives’ eyes, although one of them started bouncing up and down in delight. Nearby, Jae watched as a futa’s cock tented her orange skirt. Her boyfriend draped the rope he was carrying over it. She glared at him.
A brown-haired boy approached Jae. “Sir, the giant logs are that way,” he said, pointing towards a display marked “GIANT LOGS.” Several giant logs were stacked behind the sign.
“I don’t know why I’m surprised to see those,” sighed Jae.
A bright orange tent moved into the corner of Jae’s vision. The futa and her boyfriend passed nearby. “Where did you get a tool that big? What aisle do I go to?” she cooed.
“Why does everyone keep making hardware puns to me?” Jae blurted out.
“What do you expect to happen in the hardware store bulging like that? Hardware dick jokes are like, the easiest ones to make,” said the boyfriend.
“It’s true.” said the employee. “I mean, it’s like. Sir, where did you get all that wood?”
“Gimme some white paint, baby,” said the futa.
“Are you laying some pipe?” contributed her boyfriend.
“That’s a mighty nice caulk, you got there,” added the futa.
“Yeah, see? It’s way too easy,” said the employee.
Jae laughed. “Okay, wow. Anyway, where do you keep the weed-and-feed?”
The employee pointed. “Check down that aisle.”
After another few minutes, Jae had his weed-and-feed in the cart. He walked towards the flowers and plants and saw something gorgeous; a tight, bouncing ass of a most inviting sort. It wiggled under the white boy’s skin-tight leggings every step he took. Golden hair sprouted from his head, hanging to his chin. His skin was tanned a warm sandy color. Jae felt a stirring deep in his nuts.
When Jae got closer, he saw dark eyeliner about his eyes, and full, soft-looking lips. He leaned forward on the shopping cart, which was still between the two of them. “Sup, dude?”
The blonde boy looked up and smiled, his eyes rolling over Jae’s angular jaw, the broad shoulders, the taut biceps. “Sup yourself, dude. Isn’t leather a bit hot for this weather?”
Jae shrugged, looking down at his vest. “It’s sleeveless,” he offered.
“True. So what are you supposed to be, some kind of biker?” The boy pointed at Jae’s head. “Going to play some hair metal? You’re gonna need a lot more hairspray.”
Jae chuckled. “I can go get my guitar and play you some, if you want.”
“What if I don’t like heavy metal?” asked the boy.
“If you ain’t got the balls to take it, you can leave the hall!” Jae proclaimed.
The blonde looked legitimately confused, squinting at him. “Huh? What hall?”
“Sorry, I just thought of a song.”
“I don’t know that one.”
Jae chortled. “Anyway, if you’re not into metal. Then I’d ask what you’re interested in hearing.”
The boy considered Jae for a long moment, cool green eyes studying his face. “I’m interested in hearing about this dra-cane-uh right now. What do you know about gardening?”
“That’s a dracaena. It’s pronounced druh-see-nuh. And they grow well down here. They’re strong. Hell, I have some at my house, you plant some cuttings, they’ll grow like new,” Jae said.
“Is this some ploy to get me to your place?” chuckled the blonde.
“Nah, I actually have a bunch of these in my yard,” Jae said. “How much are they even charging for these?” he walked around the side of the cart, ludicrous package bouncing.
The boy’s eyes became saucers when he saw. “Oh, Jesus Christ! What is that?!”
“What?” Jae looked down. “Oh. That’s my junk.”
“No. What? How can you be that big?” he gasped.
“Uh. I … grew?” Jae offered.
“No shit.” He came closer and put his soft hands on one of Jae’s balls. “Holy shit.” The twink sniffed at the air. “Wait, you smell like….”
“I just fucked a few people in plumbing,” Jae answered.
“So that’s what the announcement was about.”
“You just go around fucking random people in the store?” asked the white boy.
“If I get horny,” clarified Jae.
“And how often is that?” the boy inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Jae touched his chin. “Well, I only fucked three girls and a boy yesterday while buying groceries. Then a futa in the pharmacy.”
“Wow. You must have been feeling ill,” quipped the blonde.
“I was kinda hung-over,” admitted Jae.
“More like over-hung,” muttered the boy. “Well, if you’re such an exhibitionist, maybe you wouldn’t mind showing me?” he asked. “Preferably not in the open, though?”
“ ‘Course I wouldn’t mind.” Jae took a look around before seeing the right place—one of those pre-fabricated tool sheds they always had on display. Jae wasn’t sure how big it was, maybe ten-by-ten, but it would do the trick. “What about there? C’mon.”
“Perfect,” chuckled the blonde, that plush rump wiggling delightfully as he came along.
They parked their shopping carts at the side of the tool shed. Jae looked around before opening one of the wide doors. Clunk. His rough hand gripped a handful of the blonde’s ass as they went inside.
The shed was quite balmy, and the light through the tiny windows was dim, but sufficient.
“I’m Ronnie, by the way,” he offered.
“Jae,” he answered. His death’s head belt buckle jingled as he undid it.
Ronnie’s tongue crept across his lips. He put a halting hand on Jae’s. “Can I do it?”
Jae smirked and put his hands on his hips. “Sure, if you do yourself first,” he rumbled.
“So brash,” the twink chuckled before pulling his top up. Dainty fingers curled about the lower hem. He pulled the tight shirt up his body, exposing his softly toned stomach. Ronnie balled up the shirt and tossed it aside. There was another rumbling through Jae’s enormous nuts. He could feel them starting to produce spunk.
“You look delicious,” he purred, running his tongue over his teeth.
“Mm. I taste better than I look,” replied the blonde, turning around and perking the twin cheeks of that toned bubble-butt up. Jae could see the generous bulge of Ronnie’s package between.
The boy began to bend forward, sighing as he ran his hands down his thick thighs toward his ankles. That fleshy, gorgeous rear was on full display, bouncing up and down as he rolled his hips, undoing his shoes at the same time. He kicked his sneakers aside, putting his hands on the floor and bouncing his ass and a grapefruit-sized bulge up and down.
Chhrrrmmbbll. Gurgle! Jae’s balls were definitely swelling. He could feel his pants tightening.
“What was that?” wondered Ronnie, standing back up so that he could peel those tight leggings off.
“When I get aroused, I make more cum,” Jae explained, shaking his head and licking his lips.
“Sounds like I’d better get those pants off quick, then,” cooed the boy. The leggings were peeled away, revealing a neatly trimmed golden patch. A fat organ the size of an energy drink can flopped out, a pair of tennis-ball-sized nuts swinging beneath. Ronnie made a growling noise and tossed his leggings aside. His smooth organ was already beginning to rise up, the head growing ruddy as he gazed at Jae. Sparkling beads of pre fell from its tip to the black flooring.
And now that glorious rump was exposed for him. Jae shook his head. “Damn,” he mumbled.
Ronnie came towards him, swaying his hips. Emerald eyes locked on his in the dim shed. Outside, they could hear the echoing of the PA system making announcements. People carrying on conversations, walking outside. Squeaking shopping carts. The shed had a new-plasticky scent, but that was being overtaken rapidly.
Painted fingernails brushed up along the cloth. Moisture dripped from the turgid cock as it ground into Jae’s titanic bulge, leaving damp trails along his pants. At a foot long, it would have been impressive had he been with someone else. Ronnie began kneading at Jae’s fleshy balls, rubbing his insufficient hands over their vast surfaces, barely able to touch even a fraction of their sheer bulk. “So warm. I bet your sack is nice to curl up to on a cold day.”
“That’s what I hear,” he chuckled.
Ronnie reached up to the top and began pulling the tab of Jae’s zipper down. The teeth growled softly as they separated. White-frosted flesh bulged out almost like dough. Zzziiiip…. the zipper kept going down, and steadily, more and more cock was revealed. It squished softly with all the seed clinging to it. The boy let out a long sigh.
“There’s just so much,” he gasped, leaning forward to pull the zipper open all the way. “Your zipper goes all the way back to your taint?”
“Custom pants, figured I might as well make taking my junk out easy,” he explained.
“Guess that’s an issue for you, huh?” he asked before inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes, licked his lips, and drank in the sexual funk coming off the torso-sized flaccid cock. Then he pulled the zipper back all the way.
Flump! Jae’s yard-long length of flaccid phallus slipped out, the head swinging like a pendulum, just above the rubber floor. Globs of spunk crawled down its surface before reaching the thick foreskin, dripping to Ronnie’s feet and forming thick ropes. Bright green eyes widened in shock. Dainty figures pushed the dark cloth of his pants apart. An avalanche of flesh. Gigantic, fleshy watermelons rolled forward, slapping Jae’s shins.
“Incredible,” breathed Ronnie. The boy caressed its head, his hands immediately mired in the thick white goop. Jae sighed as his fingers slipped underneath the foreskin, feeling the fingernails gently scratching against the inside as the twink’s hands vanished completely into the cock’s shroud.
Ronnie frowned and pulled one of his hands out. Phlrsch. Thick ropes of spunk clung as he extracted a pair of leopard-print boxers. He squinted at Jae.
“Dammit. I thought I got all of them,” he sighed.
“Does this happen to you a lot?” asked Ronnie.
“Yeah, kind of. I actually set up a lost-and-found in my house.”
Ronnie chuckled and tossed the underwear against the wall. Splat! The thick jizz stuck them in place. He pushed his hands back under Jae’s foreskin and began to rub the head-sized glans. The rumbling from Jae’s nuts got louder as they began swelling noticeably. Ronnie grinned and leaned forward, pulling out handfuls of still-steaming spunk and bringing them to his mouth. He moaned as he cupped his hands together, slurping up all that gooey whiteness, lapping the hot gunk off his fingers. All the while, Jae’s cock pulsed as it came to life, rising slowly from its spot laying against his gigantic nuts. Strands of white strung beneath the two as the organ rose toward Ronnie, its expansive size forcing him to shuffle backwards.
“Mmm. Mmm-hmm. Mph. Slurp, slurp,” Ronnie panted, his nose, cheeks, and chin all painted white when he smiled up at Jae, eyes sparkling with delight. “That’s delicious. You could charge for this.”
“Yeah, but I’m a philanthropist,” Jae chortled, looking down at the blonde. His fleshy titan rose in an arc, so large it blocked much of Ronnie’s body from view.
Ronnie pushed Jae’s foreskin back as his cock rose. Jae felt relatively cool air hitting the rear edge of the glans. The air of the shed was hot, though, and he could see the twink’s tan skin beginning to shine with moisture.
He hefted the cock up, gripping under its head with both hands. “Holy shit, it’s heavy!” he grunted, flopping it over his shoulder, smearing spunk all over his face and arms as he squished against its surface. Ronnie moved backwards once more so he could put his lips to its head. His hot tongue lapped up under its mouth as tangerine-sized droplets of precum burbled forth. They were siphoned into his waiting throat. Schlrrrp. Gluck. Gluck. Ronnie gulped down Jae’s viscid precum as it started pouring forth like a faucet, the clear fluid hot in his throat, coating the insides of it and his mouth.
Jae sighed as he felt his cock reach its glorious full size, a meaty, sixty-four-inch marvel with a volleyball sized glans. The slick, slimy stuff poured faster and faster, soon gushing like a hose. Ronnie couldn’t drink it fast enough, and it went rolling down his chin and neck. He leaned back, putting his hands on the plastic floor, and simply allowed the slime to wash over him like a lewd shower. It rolled over his smooth chest, leaving shining stripes down his growing stomach. The natural lube coated his tummy and flowed around the base of his cock before finally dripping into a puddle at his feet.
Ronnie straightened up and wrapped his arms around it as best he could, moaning into the damp air as his chest slipped up and down, covered in steaming-hot slime. His hands caressed the cock’s upper surface, rubbing behind the head. With a needy mewling, he pushed his lips towards the organ’s, his mouth and chin disappearing inside as he used his hot little tongue to lap at the gushing precum that splashed over his face. He guzzled it greedily. “Mph. Gluph. Gluph. Mmmm,” the boy cooed. Leaning away again, he gasped for air, his face and chest shining. Then he dove back in for more. Jae’s quivering balls bloated larger and larger, hanging inches above the floor.
A miasma of sex was filling the shed, drowning out its native plastic scent. The air was thick with the aroma of amorous arousal, and it was becoming quite humid, only ramping up the temperature. Heat prickled at Jae’s skin as he started to sweat as well. He shrugged out of his leather vest, dropping it to the floor. His hands tugged up on his shirt, smiling down at Ronnie as he slowly pulled it up, revealing his row of flat, sinuous abs, his golden-tanned pecs. Jae was built compact, but strong. Not bulky. What little light there was in the shed glistened against both their bodies.
Ronnie looked up at him and asked, “Would you mind putting the vest back on?”
“Dig the bad-boy thing, huh?” Jae chuckled as he knelt to pick it back up without pulling his cock away from the blonde.
“No, of course not. Guys like you are a menace to society,” Ronnie answered before returning his soft lips to Jae’s cock’s. He drank loudly, moaning as he slipped his tongue into the cock’s mouth. Hot air from his nose brushed sensitive, torrid skin, as his hands and chest squished and polished the pulsing member’s glans and underbelly. Jae’s nuts had grown so large that they were beginning to spread across the floor, each one easily over two feet in breadth.
Jae rolled his shoulders as he put the vest back on. It wasn’t long before Ronnie’s belly began to look pregnant. It jiggled as he gulped down cupfuls of the luscious syrup. He arched his neck, gasping at the roof of the shed. “I need this thing in me!” he declared.
Jae gave a toothy grin. “Show me that ass,” he ordered, twirling his finger for the white boy to turn around. “Bend over.”
Ronnie grinned and did just that, turning around and getting down on all fours. His swollen belly squished against the floor. He reached back and spread his meaty ass, showing off an inviting, tight little entrance, his heavy nuts, the fat erection that reached a good way to the floor. The twink bit his lip.
Jae gripped the base of his five-foot asswrecker and pushed its head, bigger than Ronnie’s, up against the fleshy entrance. The boy braced himself, planting his hands on the shed’s wall. It groaned in protest as he made a needy mewling noise. The gargantuan glans began to force his ass open, mercilessly stretching that little ring about its incredible girth.
“Augh! Fuck!” he cried out as his hole began to burn with delicious pain, shocks of pleasure coursing up in his belly as he spread his legs to make more room.
Jae growled as he pushed forward, hearing the lewd sound as he forced the boy to take the obscenely gigantic penetration. He started scooting forward as Jae put more and more force against his needy ass, feeling the hot silkiness beginning to yield. The very tip was beginning to enter him, already more dick than he should have rightfully ever taken. Liters of boiling-hot precum gushed into the boy’s body, squirting out around Jae’s cock, filling his tunnel. It forced his bowls to begin stretching open, creating hydraulic pressure as the lusciously torrid tide rolled ever-deeper.
The wall of the shed shook as Jae’s organ pushed the side of Ronnie’s face up against it. The tan belly smushed against the plastic wall. “Jae…,” he cooed. “This is a bit awkwa-aaaugh!”
Jae began shoving forward earnestly, the monstrous column of flesh forcing Ronnie to fit around itself, lighting the nerves inside his body on fire as it strained. He pawed at the wall as the cock began actually lifting him up along its surface. Gravity began to take over, and … schl-pop.
“Oh, fuck! You bastard!” the blonde screeched as the glans popped in and his belly clenched. Just the head was gigantic. It immediately steamrolled his prostate, putting inordinate pressure against the internal button. His ass attempted to strangle Jae’s cock. Splisch! His fat cock began to shoot a sticky load all over the wall and floor. Splurt! Splurt! He gushed cupfuls of hot spunk, the fluid mixing with Jae’s and rolling down the wall into the deepening pool of clear precum. That pre-pool crept up to Jae’s ankles as he grunted, shoving forward, sliding Ronnie’s entire body up along the wall.
His soft ass bounced as his head bumped the roof, two soft, pliable globes hugging the contours of a gargantuan member far too large for anyone in their right mind to want. It easily supported his weight, as if he was sitting atop a Greek column of flesh. His thick thighs rubbed against the beastly thing’s flanks, toned calves rubbed against its pulsing veins. Ronnie’s feet and toes tickled its girth.
Jae lifted a leg, stepping over his growing nuts, then brought the other over, shoving his swelling sack behind him. Each absurd testicle was, at this point, the size of an overstuffed bean-bag chair.
Ronnie braced his hands against the roof of the shed. “Oh, fuck, you’re gonna break me in half!” He cried out. “I c-cant! I just can’t!” he cried out as he fell deeper, then howled into the ceiling. Jae used the roof to force Ronnie’s whole body to slide down the five-foot monster. Thump. Thump. “J-Jae! Jae!” Ronnie moaned, bracing his arms against the flimsy roof. His previously-flat belly bulged out ludicrously between both the pre and the organ shoving itself deeper.
Jae reached up and grabbed the blonde’s ankles. “You look uncomfortable up there.”
“No, don’t—aaauughh!” He howled again as Jae yanked him downward, shoving almost another foot into his tortured rear. Jae rolled his hips, grunting as he rocked up and down. Squish. Squish. He felt his cock sinking still deeper, starting to stretch Ronnie’s poor belly up past his chest.
The boy bit his lower lip and clenched his eyes shut as he felt the pulsing heat forced ever deeper. It filled his body from the inside out with feverish heat and him feel more full than he ever imagined possible. So full, he could think of nothing else. His world was reduced to the shed and Jae’s gigantic organ, stretching his ass like a living condom.
The stud pulled harder at Ronnie’s ankles. His cock was coated in layer after layer of slippery precum, and gravity was on his side, forcing the poor little blonde still lower. He yanked once more, burying it even deeper, pulling Ronnie’s hands away from the ceiling. The boy wrapped his arms around his belly … which meant he was also giving Jae’s cock a tight bearhug as he held on. The fleshy crown of Jae’s organ was outlined clearly within his tightly-stretched skin. Ronnie was able to caress the hot tip with his fingers, panting, his eyes looking down and barely processing what they were seeing. His own pulsing organ rubbed and slid against the underside of his own swollen belly.
Jae sat back against his burgeoning balls, causing them to ripple. The sudden shift in position jostled Ronnie’s insides again. His entire body tensed up, his neck arched back, and he cried out at the ceiling. “Fuuuck! Aaaugh!” Splurt! Splurt! His erection exploded once more, blasting slick ropes of slimy white all over the shed’s wall once again. It splattered audibly against the hollow plastic sides, a seminal drumming.
Powerful hands cinched about his waist, rough fingertips digging into soft flesh. Jae pushed the blonde upwards, up, up … a foot of slick cock pulled free, and his ring pulled slightly out, lit a fiery red. He slammed the twink back down. Ronnie yowled again, closing his eyes tightly as tears rolled down his sweat-slick face. Rrrmmbbblll. Jae’s ever-growing cum-factories churned menacingly as they ate up more of the floor, growing higher, giving off huge amounts of heat. The shed was rapidly becoming a spunk-funky sauna.
Again, the stud raised Ronnie up his fat organ, slime spraying around his thickness , and once more, he slammed Ronnie back down, his colossal member ramming even deeper, almost four feet of manhood tenting the blonde’s belly up past his chest, his cheek rubbing against his own stomach’s flesh and the pulsing organ underneath. Coarse fingertips held on tight as Jae’s sinewy arms began to flex, taut muscles moving under honeyed, tan skin. Schlick. Schlick. Ronnie bounced up and down, his eyelids fluttering as Jae used him like a toy.
Slap! Slap! That beautifully bodacious booty was starting to smack against his abs. Ronnie was now low enough that he couldn’t reach the wall—his weight was supported completely by the strength of Jae’s gargantuan flesh-column. “J-Jae! Jesus. Fuck,” he gibbered. “F-fuck….”
“Not Jesus-fuck. Jae-fuck,” Jae chortled as he flexed his abs and powerful hips. He slammed Ronnie’s ass into his taut stomach, simultaneously thrusting that flesh-monster up into his body, the skin so tight the head was clearly outlined. Whump. Whump. Whump. Ronnie’s legs flailed up and down uselessly, toes occasionally brushing the floor. He wrapped his arms around his distended stomach, again nearly strangling the monster with a bearhug.
The boy’s eyes closed as he felt the bizarre sensation of the monstrous thing slipping up and down under his very own flesh. His cock bounced wildly up and down, throwing off sparkling arcs of his pre. Ronnie inhaled deeply, the air in the shed turned to sexual steam. It almost felt hard to breathe—all he could smell was the raw, virile fog radiating from those absurd testicles. The bouncing boy barely managed a look over his shoulder and a choked gasp at what he saw.
Jae relaxed against his nuts as they swelled ever-larger. His jizz-factories vibrated delightfully. Glurp. Gurgle. Splorch. The stud grunted as he felt the sensation of countless sperm swimming and practically vibrating with energy, a deluge of fertility barely held back by his will. As his toy’s slime-slicked silky tunnel slipped up and down his swollen erection, he wasn’t sure what was better—the sensation of very full balls or Ronnie’s rump.
The shed vibrated. Thump. He felt pressure on his nutsack, but this time it was external. Cool plastic pressed against hot, sensitive skin from several directions. Grrrnnnghlll! The shed complained with its structural strain.
Jae looked back, and let out a pleased growl. His ludicrous sack had expanded so much it was touching the back of the shed. The sides of his cum-tanks were pressing against the walls, rising upwards, filling over half the available space with flesh, each testicle nearly as tall as he was now. Jae laid back, licking his lips. “I think I’m gonna cum now,” he rumbled.
Outside, the two gamer girls were strolling through the garden center. The redhead gesticulated. “So anyway, it was this really stupid escort mission, and the idiot kept running off and fighting random enemies.”
“I hate it when they do that,” said the brunette.
The ground was vibrating slightly. GRRNNNNGH. They stopped and looked at the display shed. It was … bulging? And groaning?
Ronnie screamed. “N-no! Too much! Mmmph!” He whined as he started to cum again, his bouncing cock drawing white loop-de-loops on the wall as his eyes rolled back. As the stud manhandled him, he slumped forward, collapsing against the flesh column, laying his cheek against it, even though his head kept bouncing around from the brutal fucking.
“In Korean, ‘mmmph’ means ‘fill me with jizz,’ ” Jae explained, grinning behind Ronnie.
“No it doesn’t!” insisted Ronnie.
CHHRRRMMBBBLLL. The shed rattled as Jae’s nuts quaked. Ripples traveled along their surfaces. The veins powering his organ bulged, and it swelled in girth as its belly bloated. A white tsunami blasted along his erection’s throat, earning a long growl of pleasure from its owner.
GLOOOORCH! A goopy geyser exploded inside Ronnie, gallons and gallons of gunk flooding his insides with heat, his belly immediately swelling.
“Fuuuuck!” he howled, his own cock erupting again even as his jiggling stomach engulfed it.
SPLORT. SPLORT. Jae’s powerful hands clamped about Ronnie’s lithe body, holding him firmly in place around that fleshy cannon as his belly swelled and swelled. The colossal Korean cock kept pistoning up and down inside him, though he himself was held stationary by strong hands with hydraulic strength.
GLURCH. GLURCH. Torrid torrents surged deep inside him, flooding every single inch of his bowels. Ronnie had never felt so full, or such ecstasy. His mind danced in drunken circles as it tried to process the sheer volume and intensity flowing within him. There was nothing but The Cock and its Cum. Nothing else mattered.
“Fuck, yeah, you’re a good little sperm bank, aren’t you?” Jae growled at his toy. Ronnie’s belly was so swollen, Jae removed his hands from the boy’s hips. The twink fell and bounced against his swollen belly, so bloated it supported him nicely at waist level for Jae. The stud leaned back against his balls as they unleashed their payload. His chiseled chest heaved and shifted under his leather vest as he took a deep breath, lounging on his own scrotum. The vast sea of nut-flesh and his body’s skin glistened with sweat. He sighed and spread his arms out to the sides, resting them casually atop his slowly-shrinking balls, not even bothering to thrust into Ronnie now.
Ronnie likewise shone with perspiration, and he kept rising up, up, as his belly swelled like rising dough, lifting him towards Jae. He’d passed “bean-bag chair” long ago and was now coming up on “weather balloon” as his eyelids fluttered out-of-synch.
He wasn’t even sure if he was cumming or not … he could feel his taint and the muscles inside him working, the familiar tightening of his balls. But with so much thick slime was everywhere, it was possible he’d simply drained his own nuts and was constantly cumming dry. The blonde’s balls felt incredibly sore, but utterly wonderful in their emptiness.
Grrrnghlll. He felt his belly touch the wall of the shed. Then, Ronnie felt pressure against the back of his throat. He groaned, coughing as he felt the pressure in his stomach ramping up and up. It was like something shoving up against his lungs.
“J-Jae….” he muttered before he felt his esophagus give in. Boiling-hot fluid filled his cheeks, and— “HUUUURRKH!” White heat erupted from his mouth, a geyser of musky spunk that sprayed in an arc all over the wall and his swollen belly.
The twink’s back touched Jae’s chest as he lazed on his sack. Even without the aid of his muscular hips, his spunk-cannon was bucking up and down with the sheer force of seed flowing through it. BLORCH. BLOOOORCH. Ronnie’s body regulated Jae’s pulsing wads into a constant, pearly fountain. Aromatic jizz rose up around his knees. Their clothing floated atop the white pool.
Jae chuckled as his nuts shrank further behind him. “Good thing my phone’s waterproof…,” he muttered as the thick heat engulfed his thighs, rising up along his tight ass, his waist. Ronnie’s head disappeared into the steaming-hot tide.
GRRNNNNGHLLLL! The gamer girls stared in bewilderment.
“Is ‘grnnghl’ a sound sheds normally make?” asked the brunette.
The redhead shrugged. “Well, I can’t think of a better noise for it to make. What I’m wondering is why it’s pulsating like that.”
The plastic sides of the shed were wobbling and bulging outwards in an unsettling manner. White fluid was spraying out of the seams. It splattered all over a couple walking nearby.
The husband sputtered as his face and chest were painted with goop that rolled down his body. “The fuck is this?!”
His wife opened her mouth as arcs of the sexually-scented slurry splashed on her face, painting her glasses over. She lapped at her lips. “Delicious,” she answered.
“I told you we should have gone to Lowe’s,” he mumbled.
Ronnie couldn’t see anything. The oppressive, slimy heat pressed in from all sides. The cum had risen over his head—not that that stopped it from gushing from his mouth. It flooded his nose, his ears. Blocked out the light. His hair floated in the deluge.
Jae looked backwards. The cum had risen so high he couldn’t see his balls anymore. But fuck, if that didn’t feel wonderful … the sensation of his own gooey seed swirling around him like a thick, steaming-hot, yogurt-filled hot tub. Ripples became waves that splashed over his face, matting his raven-black hair to his head.
The whiteness touched his chin, then rose above it. Jae took a deep breath as he went underneath.
“Elsa. Is that guy inside there?” asked the redhead.
“He has to be,” answered her slender friend.
“The fuck is up with that guy, anyway?”
Elsa looked at her. “My sister mentioned someone like that at college. An Asian guy with a dick as big as she is. I wonder if it’s him? She’s not sure if he’s even a student or if he just trolls for poon there.”
RRRMMMBBLLL. The shed’s roof bounced up and down.
“How is Patricia, anyway?” inquired the redhead.
Elsa raised an eyebrow. “She’s fine, why?”
Her friend shook her head. “Just wondering.”
“You want a date, don’t you, Florence?”
Florence grinned. “Is she into girls?”
“I think she might be, but … shouldn’t we tell someone about this guy in the shed? This isn’t normal.”
Florence shook her head. “Maybe? Do you think it’s really a problem, though? I don’t want to clean that up. Did you see what he did to the plumbing section?”
GRRNNGGHGHHLLL! The shed bulged out wildly. White arcs of jizz sprayed out everywhere. The windows popped free, and buckets worth of seed drenched a futa passing by in an orange sundress.
THOOOM! A boiling-hot white tsunami took Florence and Elsa off their feet, knocking them to the ground. Hot slime soaked their clothes. A collective howling arose, a caterwauling as people screamed.
Florence got up on one elbow as the musky fluid rolled down her face. She wiped her glasses with her hand.
SPLATTER-SPLATTER-SPLATTER. White globs the size of water balloons rained down, splashing everywhere. Her vision disappeared as the gunk drenched her face again, filling her mouth. Jizz, she thought. God dammit.
“Flo! Flo, are you okay?!” called Elsa. Her vision cleared as her friend cleaned her glasses.
“I’m fine!” she answered. Elsa helped her to her feet.
They began to look around, gawking at what they saw.
The plants were all buried under white. Inches of thick gunk completely concealed the floor. White rolled down the high concrete walls. People had become ambulatory snowmen, covered in thick layers of gunk. It reeked of sex, the musk rolling off the hot fluid like a fog. The temperature of the whole garden center had risen at least ten degrees.
One wall of the tool shed was all the way across the garden center, leaning against the far wall. The roof was draped over a stack of bagged soil. Schlooof. An automatic door nearby slid open, the jizz sloughing off as it retracted into the wall. Her manager walked out.
“Flo, Elsa, I need—fuck!” cried the older woman as she slipped and fell into the mess.
They looked back towards the epicenter … and found, in the middle of it all, that absurdly-hung Asian guy standing there, his own semen rolling down his body and splashing on the ground. Like everyone else, he was completely covered in thick whiteness. They were only able to identify him because of the titanic appendage jutting from his body and the huge globes hanging in front of his knees.
A figure was draped across a balloon roughly eight feet across. The voice in which he sputtered marked him as male. Pearly seed blasted from his ass and mouth, twin fountains at either end.
The Asian guy wiped the spunk from his face and looked at them. He said, “You’re welcome.”
Flo squinted at him. “Did you just explode a tool shed with jizz?”
“Well, I had to cum somewhere,” he insisted, picking up his soaked clothing and throwing it in his shopping cart.
“Hey, sir,” called out the manager. “Did you know. Weed-and-feed is on sale at Lowe’s? Right now, it’s half the price it is here.”
“Oh, really? Cool, I’ll go check it out, then. Thanks for the tip.” The Asian guy took the weed-and-feed from his cart and put it back in its stack. He leaned his cock up against his shopping cart, and leaned his upper body to the side so he could see around it. Then he wheeled the cart around the gushing boy and towards the registers.
Florence sighed as she used a squeegee to wipe the spunk off her windshield. One of the walls from the tool shed was wedged into an oak standing in the parking lot.
“Hey, you wanna stop at Arby’s?” asked Elsa.
“I hate myself enough already today.”
“Yeah, you got enough protein.”
She rolled her eyes. “How about Subway? The one in the Lowe’s parking lot?”
Fifteen minutes later, the girls were rolling out of Subway’s with a bag of fresh sandwiches. There was a low rumbling as an old, immaculate muscle car went rolling by.
“Hey, was that … was that the guy from earlier?” asked Flo.
“I think it was,” confirmed Elsa. “Let’s go by the store.”
Rubber crunched over asphalt as the truck rolled through the Lowe’s parking lot. Florence stopped the Ford near the front entrance. It looked like the glass doors and windows in front were black.
“Aren’t they open?” wondered Elsa. “It’s not that late.”
A woman walked up to the front entrance, activating the door’s motion sensors. Schloof. GRRMMBBBLL. GLOOOOOORSCH!
A white monsoon rolled out of the store, sweeping the poor woman off her feet. Jizz flooded out of their rival and into the parking lot. The pearly waves rolled by under the Ford, rising midway up the wheels, cresting the underbellies of some of the smaller cars on either side.
The store hadn’t been closed, all that cum had simply been too opaque for the light to pass through. Several blue-aproned employees rolled out, bellies bloated like blimps as white arcs sprayed from gaping holes.
Slap! The girls high-fived.
“Showed those Lowe’s snobs!” cackled Elsa.
Flo rolled down her window and screamed at their bloated competition. “Who has the cleaner store now?! Huh, bitch?! Guess who’s not passing the compliance inspection?!”
Elsa hollered, “You were all talking that good shit, what you say now?!”
A boy rolled by, groaning, unable to retort with more than a raised middle finger. His belly bumped up against a car. The alarm went off. SKREEEP. SKREEEP.
The woman who had activated the door trudged by on the opposite side of the truck. Apparently, this was far too much trouble. She muttered, “This would have never happened at Home Depot.”
Flo began rolling past the store as more spunk-slathered blue aprons rolled or wandered out. Elsa leaned out of her window and used both hands to form an H sign. “Orange apron till the day I die! DIY your face! Depot life, motherfucker!”
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