Grown Men

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