The Last Resort 5
by AKA
Something dazzled me, like flashes of light outside my closed eyes, and then...
“Excuse me, sir.” It was Tuo’s voice. “Are you all right, sir?”
I was in another car, on another road. We were moving through the mottled shadows of a kind of jungle, surrounded by palm trees and lush flowering gardens. The car was moving at a swift pace on a smoothly paved one-lane road. This car was not as lavish as the one that delivered me to the airport, but it was certainly luxurious in its own right. Perhaps a Mercedes towncar or an Aston Martin. I looked toward his voice and saw his familiar blue-green eyes looking back at me from the rear-view mirror.
I pulled in a heavy, deep breath and blinked. “I seem to be….”
“We’re nearly there, sir.”
“There?”
He looked ahead, through the windshield, and said, “Welcome to The Resort.”
I looked ahead, too, and saw the road open up into a kind of wide courtyard. The drive turned into a circle that stopped at the entrance to a large, lovely building that looked something like a southern mansion or an old plantation house. Three stories tall and painted stark white with crimson red details, it was as immaculate and perfect as everything else had so far been.
It was both more and less than I had expected. Certainly not modern, it looked nonetheless very accommodating and luxurious. “This is the main building, sir,” Tuo explained. “You may partake of meals here or have them in your residence. You are already checked in, so I can either drop you here or take you directly to your home for the term of your stay with us.”
“My home?”
His eyes met mine in the mirror again. “Yes, sir. Every guest is afforded their own home on the grounds. It is a fully-prepared residence with everything you may require.”
“I see,” I said, even though I didn’t. “I guess…. Let’s stop at the main building.”
“Of course, sir.”
I wanted to meet whomever was in charge of the place and get some answers about things. I also wanted to see some of the other guests and inquire whether they had been experiencing the same…unique dreams as I had been.
I had no cognizance of the time or date. I assumed that a day had passed, since the sun was high in the sky again, but if the flight was only eight hours I could not see how that was possible. Perhaps we had crossed the dateline, but I was also fairly certain that a small jet didn’t have that kind of range. Even the largest jets had to fly with full tanks just to make it across the Pacific.
The car pulled around the circular drive and we slowed to a stop. I waited for Tuo to open my door for me and he extended his strong, capable hand as usual, helping me to my feet.
I was struck immediately by a subtle perfume in the air. Something floral and a bit spicy and altogether attractive. The breeze that caressed my skin was warm and gentle, and the place was utterly silent except for the rustle of leaves and the occasional bird call.
I also had a strong sense of deja vu. Was I reliving something that had already occurred? I’d experienced that many times, of course. Haven’t we all? Seeing something or watching something, separate from it but having an odd sense of reliving the moment? Feeling as though what you were seeing and experiencing had already happened to you?
Tuo bowed his head slightly and strode before me to open the door to the main building. The idea of a plantation continued as I mounted the steps and crossed the porch that surrounded the first floor. There were lounges and chairs everywhere, outfitted with very comfortable looking pillows and cushions, though no one at the moment seemed to be enjoying any of them.
Passing through the entry doors, the interior continued the theme of southern hospitality. The lobby seemed to occupy a great deal of the entire floor, stretching out before me towards banks of windows on all the walls, and a long desk to the right with a staircase beyond that. Again, the place was quiet and deserted, except for a lone figure standing at attention behind the check-in desk.
In accordance with every other experience I'd had dealing with The Resort so far, the figure appeared to be a man of quite impressive stature and muscular development. In his case, I could clearly discern that his arms were bulging with thick brawn owing to the crisp white short-sleeved shirt he was wearing, which did an admirable job of illustrating the extreme development of his biceps, triceps, flexors and extensors.
“Good morning, sir,” he said, “and welcome to The Resort.”
Tuo stood to my left as if waiting for orders, and as I began to walk towards the desk he accompanied me at a short distance, neither too near nor too far, always there for my every desire. “Good morning,” I replied.
The man was beautiful. He looked young, perhaps only 20 or 21, with a bed-messy haircut on his head and a carefully sculpted collection of whiskers on his chin and cheeks. His skin was olive - Spanish? Greek? Arab? - and he had thick eyebrows over his dark eyes. Soft, pillowy lips, I noted, wondering what they tasted like. He had a very open and welcoming smile on his face and he nodded slightly as I approached, both to me and to my manservant. “My name is Pulchro. How may I serve you?”
My brow wrinkled slightly. “Pulchro?” I repeated. I suppose I should have grown use to these unusual names by now, after Tuo, Fortis and Captain Auctoritas.
“Yes, sir,” he answered.
Middle eastern? Lebanese? Turkish? It was hard to tell, because of his beauty. Looking at the man, I had a disorienting feeling, like water sliding off glass. Like he was too beautiful to look at directly, and my eyes had a hard time focusing on his face.
“Where is everyone?”
“Sir?” His voice was smooth, almost musical.
“The other guests?” I clarified.
“Our guests are assured absolute privacy, sir. I’m afraid I cannot divulge anything about them.”
“But I was just asking...sorry, I understand, I guess.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The something about Pulchro that tugged in a different way than any of the other men of The Resort I had so far encountered continued to pull at me. It felt as if he was shining, like a star, or throbbing in beat to my heart - and my cock. He had an effortless and thorough beauty, and all he did was stand there. “Are you…?”
“Sir?”
“Are you...doing something?”
“Not at the moment, sir.” He straightened slightly, as if called to attention. “How may I serve you?”
“No, I meant...it feels like...something….”
He exchanged a glance with Tuo and his brow wrinkled slightly. “Perhaps sir has a touch of jet-lag? May I recommend taking a few moments to relax on the veranda, and I can bring you a cool drink?”
Watching his mouth move as he spoke was making me ache to kiss him. Hearing his voice made my cock twitch. His dark eyes were mesmerizing, like a sultry summer’s night or a deep, warm pool. “Perhaps you’re right,” I said.
“I shall only be a moment, sir. Tuo, would you see to his comfort, please?”
“Of course,” Tuo answered, without a hint of resentment for being told to do something. As usual, he seemed only to pleased to be of service. “If sir would follow me?”
I nodded and felt a bit dizzy. It was hard to take my eyes from the face of the man behind the desk. Then I watched him move, and my heart beat faster. Perhaps there was a reason that Pulchro had been chosen as the official Resort greeter. It was hard to imagine anyone who would make one want to stay here more than he.
We stepped back outside and Tuo guided me to a lounge, helping me to my seat and lifting my legs onto its long, soft cushion. I sank into it like an embrace, and inhaled the soft perfume of the Resort into my lungs. A moment later, the main building door opened and Pulchro appeared bearing a small silver tray, on which rested a single iced drink that consisted of a series of colorful layers. “Here you are, sir,” he said. I looked up and was overcome again by his beauty, feeling at once that I might faint at the sight of him. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“I can think of a couple of things,” I said before I realized I had said the words out loud.
“Of course, sir. Anything at all.” He stood back up and waited for my next utterance, my next command.
I took a sip of the drink and felt its coolness trickle outward in silvery branches. It tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, something both odd and familiar. I was looking at the man as I drank, and in my head I started to undress him. I watched him remove his shirt. I watched him undo his pants and peel them from his slim hips. I watched him reveal a body of such perfect grace and utter beauty that I was taken aback by his overwhelming - almost godlike - appearance.
I blinked, and he was back inside his crisp linen shirt and smooth cotton pants. The breeze pressed itself against him and I could make out two perky nipples tenting the material, and see with sudden clarity the absurd definition of his entire torso, with an inhuman collection of abdominal muscles and two steel plates mounted on his chest. The swollen curve of his mammoth cock made itself clearly evident as the wind worked in my favor to reveal the man’s body to my eyes.
I set the glass on a nearby table and tried to collect myself. “Feeling better, sir?” the handsome concierge asked.
I opened my eyes and looked at him.
He was entirely naked. There was no hint of a stitch of clothing on his body, nor that there ever had been. He stood there smiling at me, and his nude form was everything I had imagined it to be.
Utter masculine perfection. Not overwhelmed with muscle, but outfitted with just enough to suggest the power that he possessed. His skin was flawless and smooth, of the same delicious olive hue, and there was a full, dark bush of pubic hair crowning a thick, uncut cock hanging slightly to the left, with a pink helmet that seemed to glisten as if ready to enter me.
He was breathing slowly, smiling his lovely smile, his heavily muscled arms at his side. His cock was throbbing in time to his heart as it started to lengthen and rise. He merely stood there, naked, looking at me, growing aroused by my presence.
“I….”
“May I be of service, sir?” he asked. His cock was growing thicker and longer, dully pulsing as it rose. “My only desire is to make you happy.”
I looked over for a moment to retrieve my glass. When I looked back, Pulchro was again attired in his collection of tight-fitting resortwear, though it did appear that the man’s sexual equipment was now quite a bit more...engaged than it had been previously. “I feel a bit odd,” I admitted.
Pulchro looked concerned. “Do you require a medical attention, sir? I should hate if your first moments here at The Resort are causing you distress.”
“I’m not...distressed. Exactly.” I sipped my drink as I tried to furtively observe the man’s impressive prick pressing insistently against his pants. “I don’t think a doctor will be necessary.” Though I did wonder, idly, if the doctor resembled the other men of this place, and if so, whether he would agree to a rather thorough and possibly unusual prostate examination, at least for a medical professional.
My libido was simply out of control, but that probably wasn’t unexpected given the amount of masculine beauty I had been constantly surrounded by. I took another sip and asked, “What is this?”
Pulchro smiled brightly. “My specialty,” he answered. “I’m very happy you’re enjoying it.”
I allowed my gaze to travel up and down his body, drinking him in as well. “I’m happy you’re happy,” I said. Then I looked at Tuo and added, “Perhaps I had better lie down. I do feel a little...dizzy.”
“Shall I take you to your residence, sir? Or perhaps you would prefer to rest here, instead?”
“I could keep you company, if you would like that,” Pulchro suggested.
“You don’t have other duties?”
“My only duty is to serve you, sir,” he answered.
I wondered if I was dreaming, again. I wondered how far I would get before I awoke. If I closed my eyes, would the unnaturally beautiful man before me be naked again? Would he bring his mouth to mine, kissing me gently? Would he reach down and release my cock from its denim cage? Would he pet it, love it, worship it as it swelled under his knowing touch? Would I grow and lengthen and drool strings of honey, and would he bend down to me, and take me inside his mouth, and make me cum so hard that stars appeared?
Would I blink and it would all be gone?
I wondered if any of this was real, or was it all a dream? “I think I’d like to get settled in,” I said, “and then some lunch.”
“Excellent, sir,” Tuo said. I had nearly forgotten that he was still with me. I wondered if he had been naked, too, in that pleasant interlude.
I rose to my feet and took the sweating glass of Pulchro’s specialty with me, and started back towards the car before Tuo said, politely, “If you like, sir, we can walk to your residence from here.”
“A walk might do you good, sir,” Pulchro agreed. “And it will offer you a chance to see the grounds.” I looked at the greeter and almost swooned. How was it that each time I looked at him, I was seeing his beauty for the first time? Was it that he was growing more beautiful with every passing moment? One glance away, and then back, and he would become more beautiful?
“Maybe you’re right,” I said. I took in a deep breath of the unusually scented air and said to Tuo, “After you!”
“Very good, sir. If you’ll follow me, please?”
We walked around the periphery of the main building, staying on the broad porch, and exited behind the lovely white plantation house. A broad, green meadow, of sorts, opened up beyond the building, with a white-stone path leading away and branching out into the surrounding gardens and jungle. There was no one else in sight, again, and the unusual but not unpleasant silence followed our footsteps as Tuo lead me up the path and then to the right.
At the hub of the pathways, there was a flagpole and fluttering at the top was a black pennant with the silver logo of the handsome man’s silhouette. It snapped in the breezes and sent out subtle silvery shards of light as the overhead sun met the shining silhouette. “Is that anyone in particular?” I asked, struck again that so much masculine beauty could be suggested in such a simple symbol.
“Our founder, sir,” Tuo reported.
“I suppose he has an unusual name, as well?”
“You’ll meet him later, sir,” Tuo revealed. “All of our guests meet the founder.”
I looked at my manservant, still dressed in his dark uniform and chauffeur’s cap. “Aren’t you awfully warm in that?”
“Sir?” He looked over at me, curiously.
“All those layers? It must be 75 or 80 degrees out here.”
“Would sir prefer me to wear something different?” he asked.
I thought, sir would prefer if you wore nothing at all. “Whatever makes you comfortable, Tuo,” I answered.
“I have my Resort uniform, sir. It’s similar to what the concierge was wearing.” He looked at me more closely, “Unless sir would prefer to see me in some other manner?”
Again I wondered if he meant the clothing or the moment when Pulchro wasn’t wearing anything at all. But I considered what my manservant would look like in that collection of tight material, stretched so invitingly over his bulging masses of brawn and I answered, “Well, I think that would be more appropriate, wouldn’t you?”
“Appropriate, sir?”
“For the weather,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” he said, “for the weather. I shall alter my appearance after you’re settled comfortably into your home.”
“Well, don’t alter everything,” I joked. “I kind of like you the way you look now.”
“Sir is most kind,” he answered.
We traveled along the path through lush gardens filled with unusual tropical plants and flowers, shadowed beneath the wide branches of green trees and palms. I saw no other buildings at all, until we rounded a corner and a small cabin, of sorts, revealed itself from behind a grove of trees.
Its design appeared to mimic that of the main house, though it was much smaller, of course. Still, it was at least as large as a house - which made me more comfortable with everyone referring to it as my ‘home’ - and afforded plenty of room for just one man to occupy. “Wow!” I said, surprised at its size and the beauty of the surrounding grounds.
“I am happy you find it pleasing, sir,” Tuo said.
As we approached, a low rumble could be heard, as well as something like wind or the sound of someone sweeping. “What is that?”
“Sir?”
“That sound?”
“That is the ocean, sir,” my manservant answered. “You’ll see it in a moment.”
And in a moment, I did! My god! The place was sitting upon the edge of a cliff overlooking the broad, sparkling sea! I was momentarily dazzled and awestruck by the sight, and then we walked across a broad porch - again, not unlike that of the main house - and entered my residence,
To say that the interior was nothing at all like the exterior would be to say that a Ferrari Enzo is nothing like a classic fin-tailed Cadillac. It was furnished exactly to my tastes, with mid-century touches everywhere, but accompanied by all the most modern conveniences and technologies.
An Eames lounger and ottoman sat on a broad, polished cement floor. There were classic furnishings everywhere. Noguchi, Eileen Grey, Saarinen, Mackintosh, Le Corbusier. It was a fucking Design Within Reach catalogue everywhere I looked, and it all appeared to be absolutely genuine. As we entered, a soft bit of Ella Fitzgerald turned up as if by magic, coming from everywhere at once - probably hidden speakers in the walls and ceiling - and the place was very warm and inviting, even given the museum nature of most of the furnishings. “Holy shit,” I said.
“I hope everything is to your liking, sir. This residence was designed specifically for you.”
“No shit,” I said, because it was almost ludicrous how perfectly it all fit my tastes. If I had the wherewithal to afford it, this would be exactly the home I would choose to occupy, with exactly the furnishings I would equip it with. “This is...amazing.”
“I’m gratified to hear it, sir,” Tuo answered. “If sir would wish to rest, your sleeping quarters are in there. And if sir will excuse me momentarily, I shall retire to my quarters to change.”
“Your quarters?”
“Yes, sir. As your manservant, I shall occupy rooms within your residence to be at your complete beck and call whenever you need me, for whatever you desire.”
“I hadn’t realized….”
“Unless you would be more comfortable with complete privacy, but I assure you, sir, that I would never….”
“No, I didn’t mean that. I would be very grateful and happy to have you here with me.”
“Thank you, sir.” He bowed his head slightly and seemed to swell with pride a little bit. “If sir will excuse me?”
“Of course, Tuo.”
“Thank you, sir.” My manservant turned smartly on his heel and disappeared down a hallway. I took the opportunity to go over to the long leather couch facing out the broad, ocean-view windows and settle my tired body into its luscious embrace, setting my drink aside and closing my eyes for a moment. I pulled one leg up onto the huge sofa and one foot on the floor, lounging in an invitation of sorts with my crotch wide open.
The ocean roared outside, dashing itself against the cliff rocks. A warm breeze entered the open windows and brushed lovingly against my flesh. Ella was crooning over the speaker system and a feeling of absolute contentment washed over me.
Behind my closed eyes, a series of visions began to flash. Each of the dreams I had experienced began to present themselves again in all their muscular, naked, sexual glory.
Tuo in the limo driving me to the airport. His kiss on my mouth. His hand on my cock.
Tuo and Fortis, naked on the jet, supplicants to my desire to see them stripped naked, turned around, and showing me two perfect butts.
The captain in the restroom, and the king of all cocks.
The captain again as I departed his jet.
Naked Pulchro, aroused by my mere presence, displaying the utter perfection of his body for my pleasure, watching his cock throb and rise before me, extending its innate masculine beauty by the inch.
I was hard again, feeling the liquor of Pulchro’s delicious specialty in my blood and in my head, and this cavalcade of erotic masculine beauty parading before my vision. I reached down and began to rub myself, cupping my equipment in my grip and pressing the heal of my hand against my swelling cock.
I felt good. I felt more than good. I felt perfect. Eyes closed, lost in a private moment with the ocean outside and the wind on my skin, I undid my jeans and pulled the crotch open and dug under my shorts, grasping the firm, warm shaft of my dick and squeezing myself. I sighed and moaned, and pushed my shorts down to expose my cock, feeling those warm breezes surround and caress it.
I was holding the base in my right hand and rubbing the head with the palm of my left when I felt a gentle touch on that hand and then there was a mouth on my prick and it was swallowing me whole. I twisted my head on my neck and licked my lips, thrusting my hips with gentle insistence as I pushed my hard-on inside the warm, slick, wetness and heard the sucking, slurping sounds accompanying the expert blow job I was suddenly experiencing.
“Dream.”
His voice shook me to my core. I did not recognize it. It didn’t seem to belong to any of the men I had met so far on this unusual journey.
It was power. It was strength. It was man. It was the essence of my sex, the soul of my desire, the substance of my need. It was muscle and cock and flesh and bone. Its sound and its tone and its utterance overwhelmed me. A command more than a suggestion or advice. Do not open your eyes, he told me.
I was determined to keep my eyes closed at any rate, because if this was another dream, I was determined for it not to end. I cupped the shaggy head of whoever was so diligently and expertly sucking my cock and moaned in ecstasy. “That’s good,” I praised. “That feels so, so good.” I reached down and placed my hand about his muscular neck. It was absurdly firm and I could feel the man’s power flex and stretch and bulge as he sucked my cock. His skin was warm, silken, sensual. I almost came.
I felt a deep moan reverberate along my shaft. I felt a rough hand grab me as the mouth came off me, and the hand stroked me with the wealth of warm spit that slathered my dick. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, that’s so good. Oh, fuck, that feels amazing.”
His mouth was on me again as his hand grabbed and squeezed me hard. I could feel a thick tingle run up my prick as I released a gush of precum into the throat of my worshipper. He moaned again, or groaned, a feral satisfied sound, and it made me want to reward him more completely. I moaned my appreciation.
His mouth lifted off me and started to travel up my body, kissing as it went. I felt his weight climbing on top of me, felt him straddling me, his skin on my skin, naked flesh to naked flesh, the warmth and smoothness and muscular bulges pressing down on me, felt his hot breath against me as his lips found mine and he kissed me hard and then I was inside him, my cock was inside him, I was inside him.
I was inside him, pushing myself deeply into his warm, tight, wet, hungry ass. I was fucking him and kissing him, and he was fucking me and kissing me. His thick cock inside my ass, my cock inside his ass, fucking and being fucked. He was hard and warm and thick with muscle. His kisses were hungry and wet and filled with his passion for me.
“Gonna cum,” I said. “Fuck, I’m gonna explode.” His cock in my mouth, his tongue on my neck, his dick in my ass, my cock in his mouth, my lips on his lips, my dick in his ass.
His tongue wrapped around mine and his soft lips pushed against my mouth and his amazing, tight, hot, perfect ass enveloped my cock and I felt myself swell and my balls seized up and I jetted a fat fountain of cream. He groaned with obvious bliss and grabbed my head and kissed me hard. His ass sucked it all up. He reached down and stroked me to another thick jolt of cum and he caught it as it exploded, I could hear it hit the back of his throat as I pushed it inside his open mouth. His mouth sucking me as I fucked his ass. His lips kissing me as I streamed fountains of cum inside him. His soft lips surrounded me again, sucking more sweet honey from my over-burdened balls. He stroked me and sucked me and fucked me and kissed me.
“Fuck,” I said, “so good.”
I came again. He licked the head and shaft like a lollipop, savoring the taste of me on his tongue. He breathed on me, hot breath on my cock, and I came again and it splattered inside his hungry mouth. His ass wrapped around me tightly, enveloping my cock in a tight velvet glove, the slick sounds as I fucked him, the slick sounds as he fucked me. His lips against mine. His lips on my cock. His cock down my throat.
He sucked me dry, making me cum until I had no more to give him. I fucked him deep and pushed every drop inside him. I felt his lips kissing the tip of my cock, the head and the shaft, and his breath against my softening flesh. He was kissing me over and over and over.
Then his mouth was gone, and his ass released me, and his weight against me disappeared.
I opened my eyes.
There was no one there at all.
My cock was lying across my hip, still coated with his spit and the slickness of his ass and my own wealth of cum, growing slowly limp. I was dressed in my clothing and the cock I had pulled out was lying across my jeans. I ran my finger along its length and gathered the slick saliva from its surface, raising the digit to my mouth and sucking it inside to taste him.
A sense of masculine energy assaulted my senses. It was the perfect ideal of man suffused into this delicate scintilla of his essence. It tasted and smelled of him. The redolence of his power. The savor of his strength. And I was only sensing the merest portion of him, only what he had deigned to leave with me.
I tucked my cock back into my pants and called for my manservant. He appeared in a moment, now outfitted in the same linen shirt and cotton trousers that Pulchro had worn, and it accentuated and complimented his masculine beauty in the same manner.
Tuo turned his head slightly and seemed to sniff the air, his eyes narrowing, and then a very subtle smile curled its way across his lips. “Is sir quite rested?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
The smile stayed on his pillowy lips, and I was again reminded of what they felt like pressed against mine. “Perhaps sir would like to lounge on the veranda while I prepare lunch?”
“Lunch?”
“I’m sure that sir is hungry after his long flight. I would be happy to prepare anything you wish.”
“Something to put in my mouth, huh?” I was never very good at subtlety.
“As sir desires.”
Tuo was looking all kinds of perfect standing there. The white linen shirt looked tailored to his muscular dimensions, and the creme-colored cotton pants were tight enough to tell whether the man was cut or uncut. His hands were clasped behind his back and his chest was thrusting forwards, making the buttons on the shirt’s placate strain. The bulge at his crotch was amazing and bordered on pornographic. His blonde hair was being rustled by the warm breezes, and he was looking at me with those dreamy sea-green eyes and that odd, slightly knowing smile.
How was I even still horny in the slightest? How was my cock already throbbing insistently again in my jeans? I had just shot buckets of cum inside the mouth of...or had I? Of course I had! I remembered it clearly, I could still feel his mouth on me, still taste his spit on my tongue, still remember the heat of his neck against the palm of my hand.
But against all odds, I was horny. Horny as fuck. Looking at this man, again, looking back at me, awaiting my wishes, wanting only to do whatever I wanted of him.
I sat up and began to strip off my shirt. Tuo came to me instantly and pulled me free of it, then carefully folded it and set it aside. I stood up and he was there, standing close, towering over me, so broad and thick and muscular. He set his capable hands at my jeans and undid each button carefully before sinking down and pulling them off my hips.
I pushed the shoes from my feet with my toes and stepped free of my pants. He lifted each leg with care and gentleness and peeled off my socks. Then I was standing there before him in nothing but my skivvies and he was on his knees looking up at me. I nodded and he set his fingers to the elastic at the waist of my white cotton underwear and slowly, and with deliberateness, he stripped me naked.
My cock sprang up as it was released. I was nearly hard, again. It hung forward at a perfect 90-degree angle, like a fishing rod, and was dully throbbing in time to the heavy beats of my heart.
Tuo stood up and set his fingers to the straining placate of his shirt and released the buttons one by one. The linen pulled itself open as if the man was blooming with muscle from inside. He had a magnificent chest, and a cobblestone belly, and all of it was coated in smooth, perfect skin that shone as if he had been polished. He allowed his shirt to fall away and he started to unbuckle the slim leather belt and unzip the overextended crotch of his pants.
His cock spilled forward, not as firm as mine already was, but certainly on its way. A mammoth shank of beautiful sex meat, it arched forward and drooped over his large balls, possibly weighed down by its sheer size and thickness.
I looked down at him and licked my lips. As I said, not very good at subtlety. But I was hungry for his cock, and I sank slowly down to the bare concrete floor and hefted the heavy shaft into my hands.
Fuck, it was thick. I watched him throb, and with each hard pulse he grew larger. The shaft swelled and lengthened. The head inflated. The eye dilated. It pushed itself towards my mouth as if it belonged there.
So I took him inside to sate my unique hunger.
“Excellent, sir,” he said softly.
He was huge. I didn’t think I could accommodate him, but I wanted to very badly. I wanted to feel him getting hard in my mouth and feel his helmet swell against my palate and rake his firm shaft across my teeth. I wanted to pleasure him to ecstasy and feel him explode inside and swallow his entire load, every copious flood of his majesty, and feel his warmth inside me.
It did not feel like a dream.
His hands grasped the sides of my head and he started to slowly thrust his hips, fucking my mouth with his monster. I gagged on him, I do confess it. He was so huge, so grand and glorious and magnificent, and he kept getting bigger and bigger. He pushed himself against the back of my throat and I swallowed a slim gush of salty honey, tasting him on my tongue.
I wanted more.
“Oh, very good, sir,” he said.
I could not speak. I could barely breath. He was massive and he was pushing my jaws wider and wider with his girth. He grew insanely hard inside my mouth, like his cock was made of steel or stone. I sucked and licked him, and he gushed again.
“Whatever sir desires,” he said, pushing his cock inside my mouth.
I cast my gaze upwards and it appeared that his chest was swelling. I could watch it expand outward, covering my view of his beautiful eyes and those soft lips. Was he growing taller? Was he growing broader and thicker?
Was this a dream?
“Are you ready, sir?” he asked me, pushing in deep, pushing himself down my throat.
I was. I was ready. I was more than ready.
“Very good, sir.”
A flooding gush of warmth filled my mouth and I swallowed as quickly as I could. Another one followed it, another thick, sticky fountain of his delicious cream, and it overwhelmed me and filled me and I swallowed and breathed and swallowed.
Another one. And another one. Insanely full surges of his endless supply burst into my gaping maw and shoved themselves down my throat. I could feel his seed spread like lava through my body, down my gullet and into my guts.
He fed me his all. He shoved rapturous jets of his masculine source into my mouth and my body, sighing and moaning in perfect bliss. “Oh, very good, sir. Very, very good.”
I swallowed it all. Or as much as I could. I could feel it inside me, its warmth and its power nourishing me, making me better.
Making me bigger.
My own cock suddenly exploded. I had not touched it, had nearly forgotten it was even there, when I felt an instant orgasmic eruption and my dick was shooting insanely thick streams of cum that splattered across the concrete floor. Fat ropes of sticky sweet cream I was shooting in high arcs with so much power that I nearly fainted.
He came and I came. Was it my cum or his I was shooting?
Fuck, it all felt good.
“Sir.”
My eyes were tearing. My jaw hurt. My throat burned.
“Sir?”
I exploded with cum from the end of my giant cock. It was swollen and painful and growing bigger and bigger.
“Wake up, sir.”
I opened my eyes.