The Mixed Blessing of Improper Home Maintenance
Omar groaned like the aged leather beneath him as he slumped face first into the sofa. His spent but still throbbing erection slid into one of the many, worn, old creases, using the bear's shorts as protection from the fabric. He was sensitive already but overuse made every tiny touch an explosion of sensation. Subtle shifts in his weight in his unconscious attempt to get comfortable tugged his khaki's this way and that over his shaft, teasing him and drawing out another moan from the dark-furred bear.
At Just that moment of course, Omar's 'amour d' jour', Forrest, strode into the out of the way cabin. In all honesty, Forrest was the one who came up with the title. Omar had been good friends with the jaguar for years and sex was nothing new between the two of them. He just liked any opportunity to call his ursine companion a slut. The meticulously fit hiker dropped his bag beside the door and grinned proudly as semen dripped from his half-limp cock and made an ostentatious splat sound as it hit the wood floor. He'd left the cabin that morning half naked to start with but now he'd lost his shorts as well, showing off his fur in nothing but a pair of boots and a beaded hemp necklace. Gold and cream fur shone, a dim glow thanks to a light bleach from hours in the sun, amidst hundreds of shimmering black rosettes.
He was quite handsome despite his eternal smugness. Chiseled features and sculpted muscles fused and melded together to build the graceful body of a primal hunter and an undeniably large package dangling over a pair of almost comically large orbs gave him the appeal of a Greek god. People who didn't know him so well could barely say no to him dressed like that. As far as memory served Omar never so Omar's hole was sore and filled with a triple shot of Jaguar spunk. Once they reached the half way point of their hike Forrest eagerly dumped a load deep inside him but once they got back he pinned his buddy against the door and really pounded him. Pounded like if he could get in deep enough something magical might happen. Forrest pounded the bear all the way to orgasm, making Omar shoot his wad all over the door while he filled him twice without even stopping to catch his breath. Omar was lucky, this time he didn't have to beg for it. The jaguar definitely made begging worth it but it was so much nicer when he just rode it out smoothly to the end.
The bear swung his legs off the couch, groaning for the ministrations of the worn leather and his sticky shorts but found his body too heavy and sore to get up. So with a grunt Omar slumped to his heels, resting and barely hanging from the cushion. His khakis, though, took it a little further. The fabric slid over his ass and before the ursine could count a whole second, Forrest was there, pulling his hips up and resting a newly tempered erection between firm, cum-stained cheeks. Omar struggled reflexively but he knew better than to fight the jaguar over anything. Besides to feel that lance in him...
Heat spread through his body; throbbing, growing heat piercing him deep and filling him with a wonderful completeness. His muscles melted into a dark, furry puddle as the swelling heat pushed deeper. He tried to meet the pulsing presence but he found his body to contented to move, he just let it twist and twirl inside of him to open his passage. His mind started to go blank emptying his thoughts of anything but the coming pleasure.
Suddenly, the heat surged as far as it could go then retreated until only his outermost ring was stretched and full but the emptiness was short-lived. The presence surged back in, rocking his all but melted body hard. The searing intruder was bigger than the bear remembered but far be it for him to complain. Instead his knees shifted let his hips drop even further toward the floor and make the throbbing slam hard into his most delicate spot.
Omar had nearly forgotten how firm that feeling inside him was. It thrust deep and hard, each time faster than the last; growing and swelling inside the bear's innards. The expanding warmth made his body thrum with ever building pressure. Familiar and intense, the wanton pounding of his most sensitive of passages made him want to explode with ecstasy. He might have yelled out in lustful anguish but it honestly didn't matter as long as the presence in him kept the pressure mounting. Release was bound to come. And soon.
His body rippled with sensation, spilling over into sound and drool and precum. More, harder, deeper. So close... Just a little...
Omar's ears, snapped back at the sound of his friend's voice echoing in the sex scented room. A powerful roar left its ring in the bear's head as wave after scalding wave of of fresh cum flushed the older loaders deeper inside him. Forrest's impressive tool, kept pounding his bruised ass in order to "make sure the breeding sticks" but after the longest few seconds Omar could recall, the Jaguar finally finished with a wipe of his spent shaft on the worn ursine rump in front of him.
Every time Omar drifted like that it was as embarrassing as it was enjoyable. He always tried to make up for it with a little extra attention but today Forrest just overworked the poor bear. That and he needed to cum. Bad.
After a few awkward attempts on his own and nearly another round of submitting to the feline's immeasurable lust, the pair worked together to get the bear standing. Forrest gave him a playful scoff then rubbed Omar's shoulder sympathetically, insisting if he didn't take a shower and relax he'd better be ready for more. As much as the ursine might have enjoyed it, he was afraid he might go comatose after another round like that. So he hobbled, pants around his ankles and spunk dripping down his legs, to the bathroom.
Gingerly he climbed into the shower, glad that the bathroom had been refurbished with all the amenities of a modern home. Omar gasped as his turgid cock brushed the curtain on his way in; ready to burst, wanting, needing release but first, soothing water. A quick turn of the nozzle brought a rain of coolness over his shoulders, cascading down his back and ass, washing away the sweat and dirt and Forrest's mess as he reached between his legs to make one of his own.
Little did the bear know, the fur and spooge weren't just being swept away. Instead, a tiny, white pod had been collecting all of the refuse material and feeding on it. Perhaps a stray ant or a spider had left the little mystery seed on its way through the plumbing but Omar's shower time sparked life in those dark pipes. For nearly a week, the two men had lived and bathed in that little remote cabin and every time the ursine stepped into the tub he washed cum down the drain and cum it seemed sped the invader's growth.
It grew and grew, sending it's newly formed limbs down the pipes to search for more food, blocking some paths in hopes of catching it all and keeping others open to prevent the food from coming to an end. Even in the dark it spread like fire, nearly fully grown in the little time it was alive waiting now for its moment to secure it's place in the world above ground.
Still, Omar worked indifferent and unaware of what went on beneath the porcelain. His grip was tight, sliding wildly up and down the length, squeezing tight at the head and punctuated with quiet moans drowned in the falling water. Cooled cum dripped down his thighs and over the backside of his balls only adding impetus to loose his load. As his pumping paw turned to a blur, the bear could feel the blissful tingle of that precipice before climax; tightening sac, tensing muscles, clouding mind, mounting pressure. It was more than enough to mask the rattle of the pipes behind him.
Over and over the bear twisted his swollen head between his thick fingers then the pressure finally snapped. His cock pushed back against his desperate grip then launched long ropes of cum in quick succession. Usually Omar's cumshots were something to be proud of but these were thin and weak in comparison. That jaguar was draining that way. His load dribbled to a stop after six blasts. He aimed them down at his feet but missed with most of them making a winding trail of seed down the sloped tub and into the drain. The bear turned with a dopey smile and watched his floppy, half hard dick swing and wiggle and whip around, sending the last vestiges of his orgasm on the curtain and his legs. Another day he would have played with his post cum limpy but with his buddy in such a mood he had to get cleaned up while he could.
Omar stepped under the stream but the moment he reached for the soap, the water stopped. The pipes rattled, much more loudly than before, and all at once the flow just stopped. The bear shook the shower head and rapped on the pipe nothing made a difference. Then metal shrieked as only rending metal can the the shower burst open. Something slick and fleshy exploded from the remnant of the tube and slapped the bear harshly in the temple. He shook the sting out of his head and stared blankly at what used to be a shower; now it was a wriggling tendril of dark brown, flesh-toned mass. It whipped back and forth, bulging out of the torn pipes with a sheen of clear, thick fluid while more dripped from beneath some sort of pursed, shifting hood. It was familiar in an odd way but more importantly he felt his loins surging. There was a thick scent in the air that grew with each messy flail of the meaty growth which extended further with each grasping movement. A few hot, sticky strands of it splashed over Omar's body before he realized just what it was.
Precum flew in glittering arcs around the curtained enclosure while the pipe curled away from the wild thrashing of the alien penis protruding from it. Omar backed away where he could as the prehensile phallus grew more purposeful though no more gentle. The bear groped blindly for a gap in the plastic shade but before he could make any kind of purchase metal shrieked again.
More fleshy growths squirmed free and the bear jolted. He couldn't get far however; ensnared by the wet curtain he fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Omar had forgotten all about Forrest, not that the feline would have heard him over the sounds of his own pleasure as he masturbated on the porch. No Omar was alone, trapped in a cocoon of plastic and dizzy from a curtain rod to the head. Still he struggled, clawing at the thick material but he was rebuked by another smack to the face.
Six tentacles hovered overhead, a couple of the hoods drawn back to reveal what their ursine prey already knew he would see, the unmistakable, fat crowns of uncut dick lowered to join the first, needily rubbing at his face and body, freeing him from the curtain only to replace its bondage with their own, slick grip. They held on tight to his writhing limbs and lifted with greater ease than Omar expected until he was suspended in midair arms and legs splayed out wide. It was harder to struggle but he could still crane his neck trying to keep the two free free appendages from finding whatever they might have been looking for by squirming on and humping at his face.
He held his own, eyes and mouth shut tight, until he heard tearing metal once again. He didn't dare to look but he didn't have to. By smell alone he could tell that more tentacles had rushed up to join the first batch. The porcelain cracked and a wet meaty whip slapped Omar's poor ass hard forcing a gasp out of the resistant bear that the searching cocks wasted no time to exploit. They poured into his mouth together, filling his maw with warm juice and stretch his jaw to its limit.
The bear tried to be disgusted. He really wanted to be but it was the nicest cock he'd ever tasted. Salty and musky like he liked it and they leaked more than could have ever asked. But soon, his dream turned sour. He couldn't breathe. One of the pair had forced its way down his throat, blocking his windpipe with it's titanic girth. He gasped as well as he could but oxygen was beyond his reach
He grabbed at the tendril so deep inside he could feel it in his gut and tried to pull it free but the monster only seemed encouraged by his effort. Yet another cock pressed against his lips, leaking even more than the others and, if he weren't so desperate for air Omar might have noticed, much thicker issue but his world was growing dim and starting to spin out of control. This bear, though, would not be so easily defeated.
His other paw joined the first and they tugged together with the very last of his strength, dislodging both enormous lengths from his mouth and getting a faceful of slimy fluid; Much thicker than before and now a cloudy white color. But Omar tasted more than saw the difference and knew instinctively what was happening to him. These tentacles, cocks, whatever they were; they were fucking him.
He took a much needed breath, swallowing down more than a mouthful of creature cum, before another cock took the place of the others while still another forced its way into his well stretched asshole. They plunged deep but this time it wasn't painful. He was still loopy from nearly choking to death but he wasn't afraid or even concerned. The monster jizz leaking on his body and being shot deep inside of it was doing something. His lungs were no longer screaming for air, not matter how deep the tendrils penetrated, and his mind was drifting further and further away. Omar couldn't help but dream about Forrest's expert fucking as his holes were filled with cum and cock.
His fingers absently caressed the appendages suspending him while the flailing, unattended ones searched for stimulation. Then with a wet noise, one more dick pushed its way into his back side, squirting hard as it made short, fierce strikes and the other made deeper, more purposeful ones. His body welcomed the new intruder with a muffled moan. He needed more.
His assailants were too glad to oblige. A second length forced itself into his mouth, the fleshy rods compressing each other where the bone simply wouldn't give then flaring out again to make sure every drop of seed was deposited deep inside him. He writhed slowly enjoying it entirely too much and trying to open himself up for more. The remaining two tentacles found their moment quickly plunging in and leaving him plunged with three meaty masses in either end. Untold amounts of spooge pumped into Omar's willing body, stretching his gut like a balloon while all six moved through his body, no one like the others to give the bear a sensation like no other and driving him quickly down the path to yet another orgasm.
Barreling toward his climax, he opened his eyes to watch his cock throb and pulse as he came but instead he saw a tendril. It was bigger than the others, and it's hood was still pursed over the head of it. His far away mind wondered what it could want. He watched for what seemed to be hour to his pleasure-racked body the it sudden spread its lips open and sunk around his cock. It was tighter than he knew any hole to be and undulated with a steady, organic rhythm. His own skin seemed to move with it it was so tight, so smooth. He didn't need to hump or move, just let his body tremble with orgasm. And he trembled hard, pumping cum over and over into this thing as it's brother tentacles pumped cum into him. His balls ached as the vibrating tube kept him cumming longer and harder but it wouldn't stop until his balls were empty. He lost track of time as his mind finally floated all the way into darkness, leaving his bloated, cum soaked, abused body to the ravages of the monster.
He woke some time later, he couldn't tell how long it was, sucking hard on a big long cock. It felt nice to be able to suck dick without being assaulted for once. He could get used to this. He gave the uncut head of it some tender tonguing while he fapped idly. He ached all over but he was content with his mouthful of meat. Suddenly a snarl caught his attention and his eyes snapped open although his mouth kept working. A smile worked itself across his face. He couldn't help himself. He didn't even know what there was to smile about. Maybe it was because he wasn't dreaming about the monster... and Forrest was gonna feed it with him.