NSFW Poll Result - November '21 - Gen Falstaff x Templar Rexxus

The slow, gentle gyrations of the tiger's powerful hips made the bedsprings creak and groan under his weight - yet the low, longing moans of the bulldog speared on his cock drowned them out. Inch by inch, the templar's swollen length slid between Falstaff's taut, snow-white cheeks, back and forth, ever slowly, ever carefully.

The general's tiny cock twitched and twittered with every push into his bowels, dribbling silken precum that trickled down his short shaft and over the meshing of flesh between his legs - his own arousal being thrust back into him. The tiger's swollen length - quite average for a man of his gigantic frame, but gargantuan to the short-stacked bulldog - pushed so deeply into Falstaff's rear that he thought it might thrust clear through him any moment. Yet ever as it strained against his insides, forming a bulge in his belly he could clearly see, it slid free once more - the hot, stiff flesh sliding smoothly between his cheeks.

Rexxus squeezed the bulldog's legs tightly - legs toned and strengthened by the life of a career soldier. His clenching grip felt the strong muscles, relaxed and loosened as they were - not an ounce of tension or stress in the general's body as they rutted.

A sudden gasp and grunt from the general made Rexxus look up, and just in time to see that stubby erection of his spitting strings of white across his gut and thighs - the warm, wet hole wrapped around his cock clenching and twitching as he came. The depths spasming around his length spurred him on, as he dared to up his pace - with the general's hands gripping his tightly. Looking up at the tiger, his cheeks flush and his breath heavy, he smiled and bit his lip, giving a single nod.

Rexxus nodded in return, lifting his hips and the general's away from the bed and gripping him tightly around his waist - before moving into a swifter, firmer rhythm. With the bulldog's own thick load dribbling down his taint and between his cheeks serving as extra lubrication, Rexxus drove his length into the smaller man fervently - feeling the shivering in his loins building with every thrust.

Bucking his own hips against the tiger's, Falstaff stared in lustful awe as his gut bulged and fell with every thrust, his well-fucked hole easily accepting every inch the tiger could fit inside him. As Rexxus groaned louder, falling forwards and planting his hands to either side of the general's head, Falstaff gasped loudly - smacking his own hands back against the bedding beneath him and gripping it tightly as his body was rocked forcefully by every thrust.

Finally, he felt it - with a last, desperate thrust, the giant stuffed his massive length into Falstaff's ass as deeply as it would go, and as that bulge in his belly formed once more, he groaned oh-so approvingly as he watched it twitch and jump, and felt the hot, thick, filling sensation of another man dumping their load inside him.

Who knows - maybe this time, the templar would manage to pull out before they got their breath back and went for a fourth round...