Grown Men

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 reseated 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