Monkey's Paw - Part 3

This will probably be the end of this series for now, but I might revisit this delightful MacGuffin in the future :) Enjoy!

I came to with a feel of weightlessness. I was floating, higher than I’d ever been. My vision was filled with smoke and the pillar of my own erection. It towered above me, purple helmet shining in the dim light, an edifice to my constant arousal. I saw a metal ring near the base of my shaft, necessary now to keep me rigid. I remembered how Gavin called me his horse-dicked boyfriend, and how that had become almost literally true.

Gavin. I rolled over and there he was, his immense form taking up our entire loveseat, his belly spilling over his lap and almost touching the floor. His lovehandles pushed up by armrests and what few specs of fabric not covered in his bulk obviously stained by his constant sweat. Wrappers and empty containers surrounded him like fish schooling around a whale. And the smell… even through the skunk-filled haze his pungent musk only made me harder.

I flexed and squirted as much pre as I used to cum. The sound of it splattering on my chest finally grabbed Gavin’s attention. “Hey, you’re awake! Had me worried there for a second.”

I moaned and moved into a sitting position, my cock tumbling downward like a felled tree. It hit the floor with a meaty slap hard enough to hurt, and my moan suddenly became one of pain as well as displacement.

“Careful babe, you’re going to hurt yourself! You gotta keep both hands on that thing.”

I took Gavin’s advice. It was like holding a baseball bat, but heavier, hotter, and somehow, even harder. Forcing myself to stand, it felt like I’d strapped a 20-pound weight to my crotch. Only then did I notice my balls had also expanded to the size of cantaloupes hanging in a sac that looked the size of a small grocery bag.

“Aw, looks like you need another milking,” Gavin said. “Come over here and let me help with that.”

I waddled over, carefully ensuring my gait didn’t result in the pendulum of my balls from striking my thighs too harshly. In the smoky gloom, however, I misjudged my distance to Gavin’s jutting stomach. My cock sunk in several inches, my pre mixing with his sweat to create both a unique aroma and a delectable lubricant. I thrust a few times, and Gavin merely chuckled as I penetrated him.

“Yeah, you need a hand,” Gavin mumbled as he gripped my shaft in a bear hug. I couldn’t tell what part of him he was pushing my dick into, but it didn’t matter; it felt soft and warm and it covered more of my cock than anything I’d felt since waking up. I thrust into his yielding girth a few times and could already feel myself approaching the point of no return.

“Come on babe, just let it out,” Gavin chided almost like he was speaking to a child, but I still felt the effect as though it were an order. I came, jetting out enough semen for it to sound like a garden hose. For a moment, the stink of weed, BO, and days of accumulated garbage disappeared behind a cloud of sex. I collapsed atop Gavin, further pressing my cock into his flesh. I could feel it pulse as I jerked and spasmed, our embrace filling with semen that sluiced off in rivulets towards a growing puddle.

I clung to him for several minutes as I felt myself drain. Even when the flow tapered off, I still felt rock hard.

“That’s a good boy,” Gavin leaned down to give my cockhead a lick. “But now it’s my turn. Get in there, slut.”

I was still disoriented from yet another minutes-long orgasm to realize what Gavin meant. He reached up to a handle hanging from the ceiling and I suddenly felt his bulk shift upwards, nearly lifting me off the ground. I slid off him as he pulled again, and once I’d found my footing I realized that he was manipulating a pulley that attached to a harness wrapped around his gut.

Actually, it was more like a hammock his belly merely rested upon. Still too small to gather it fully with the leading edge spilling over like a bread pan overfilled with dough, but it raised his anatomy enough for me to peer underneath at what remained of Gavin’s genitals.

His balls were actually surprisingly present. Although nowhere near as large as mine, they hung in a sack just as capacious--a scrotum stretched beyond most men by thighs larger than most tree trunks. But it was his cock I found most fascinating, reduced to a needy nub that twitched as it experienced fresh air for the first time in hours.

Fresh air was perhaps an overstatement. Gavin’s musk was at its strongest as I descended to my knees, my horse dick uncomfortably angled to the side. I ignored it the discomfort--my boyfriend was needy, and it wasn’t often that he’d put the effort into hoisting himself up for me these days.

Sucking Gavin off was a two-person job. Gavin used the pulley hammock to lift his gut, and I’d have to push into his pubic mound to reveal as much of his cock as I could. Gavin still had a pretty big dick underneath his bulging fupa, but getting to it required an almost extreme effort.

I pushed as hard as I could, revealing a few inches of shaft, and then dove down on his leaky cockhead with eager lips. From above I heard a moan, and I was treated to a splash of Gavin’s pre. It wasn’t as much as mine, but it still tasted like sweet ambrosia.

I licked. I sucked. I pushed and grabbed and tugged at flesh that kept encroaching even as I pleasured this writhing mountain, almost as though his body were trying to stop me. But I persisted, keeping his pounds at bay as I brought him to a shuddering orgasm that felt more like an earthquake.

And as usual, Gavin’s hand slipped and I was buried underneath his gut. I kept sucking and slurping, gobbling down as much cum as I could while I once again struggled to breathe. I knew that this game would one day result in my end. That one day Gavin would simply become too large to lift himself before I ran out of breath.

Thankfully, that day wasn’t today. I felt air return as Gavin lifted his gut with muscles that would put a power lifter to shame if they could ever see past the blubber. Our regular sessions were workouts for both of us, although our excessive intake meant that it hardly showed. Even I was starting to soften from the constant feeding of Gavin’s cum.

I idly thought about working out and becoming strong enough to lift Gavin’s gut in one hand and his pubic fat in the other. The idea had some appeal, but then I felt a squirt of pre erupt from my distant cockhead and knew that it was time for yet another milking. Why even bother with exercise when there was so much sex to be had?

I never did see the monkey’s paw again. Not that I was looking particularly hard, mind. Gavin and I were mostly focused on getting our respective rocks off, and with the amount of garbage that had piled up, it was basically impossible to find anything in our apartment anymore. Except each other, of course. At our respective sizes, we were impossible to miss.