Grown Men

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.
    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