Malapar and Friends
Malapar was having the best week of his life.
It all started with some silly little cock-growing pill that had surpassed all expectations. He was the proud owner of a new, huge cock, and after only a few days he had used it like never before. He hadn't even left the house because he spent so much time playing it with: stroking it, sucking it, blowing enormous loads all over the place. His room was a smelly, white mess that he had yet to clean up since just last night - cum sliding down the walls, his bed soaked with his spunk.
It just felt so good. He couldn't stop playing with himself. Right after he thought he was done, he'd rest for just a moment before suddenly craving another orgasm. He'd never had so much fun!
Even better was that he got to share his new gift with an old friend, Kyle, who he could tell had never had a better sexual experience. He made that wolf cum so much, so many times, that he had to come back for more.
Which leads to the best part: Kyle invited another friend over to share Malapar with him. The bull knew that tonight would be the night to top all others. Soon, he'd be the talk of the town! They'd be lining up to get a piece of him!
RIght now, though, the muscled bull sat on his cum-drenched bed, panting from the experience of his orgasm, which ended an hour ago. He had gone through orgasm after orgasm all night, barely getting any sleep. The sun was starting to shine through his window, signaling the start of a new day; however, Malapar hadn't even finished the previous day.
He looked down at his limp meat, sprawled across his stomach like a sleeping snake. The pink skin of it was shiny and sleek with lubricant/cum, a small, thin stream of it leaking from his closed slit. He heaved a sigh, his large chest rising into the air and falling back. "Just one more."
He smiled and grabbed his shaft at the base, squeezing tightly. His cock started to swell almost instantly. He could feel the blood pulsing on his palm as his meat started to come to life. It hardened, starting from the base where he held it, more his his shaft starting to become stiffer and harder. It swelled in girth as it filled out, rising...rising.
"That's right," Mal moaned as he watched his cock grow and grow. He moved his hand up his cock slowly, urging his semi to become rock hard. When his hand reached his mushroom cockhead, it was just under his pecs.
He sat up, resting his back on the wall at the head of his bed. He groped his orange-sized balls with both hands, moaning softly as he fondled them, lifted them, relishing in their heavy weight. His cock responded in earnest to this form of self-worship, slithering up between his pecs and resting them. He could feel it now - he was hard; his full size.
He bent his head down and licked the tip as he continued to play with his heavy testicles, slurping up drops of precum like it was ice cream. He tasted heavenly.
The bed creaked as he got up, walking over to his stained mirror. His cock pointed at a 45 degree angle, so hard it held itself up easily. How big was it now? Twenty two inches? It seemed to be bigger every time - as though with every orgasm it grew a fraction of an inch. It started out only six inches before the pill, then swelled to a miraculous eighteen inches. But now...
He smiled at himself in the mirror as he gazed on his gorgeous body. He reached down and grabbed the base of his cock with both hands, watching his triceps flex and bulge. He stroked himself with one hands as he brought his other arm up and flexed his bicep, watching it bunch up and throb with power, as large as a basketball. He closed his eyes and kissed it, practically making out with his own muscle as his tongue roamed around it. His cock lurched in his hand, throbbing briefly and squirting a bit of precum onto his neck. He moaned loudly, kissing his muscle more fervently now.
He snapped out of it when the pleasure became too great. He looked back at himself in the mirror, tilting his head as he admired himself, stroking himself slowly with both hands now. A bead of pre oozed out of his winking slit, falling as a rope onto the ground, but not breaking. He moaned as he let go of his cock and stuck his hips out, hands behind his neck, elbows skyward. He thrust the air slowly, that strand of precum dancing in the air as his hard-as-a-rock cock bobbed in front of him, dark red with pulsating veins covering it.
He tightened his stomach, shuttering as his eight pack crunched up, each muscle like a brick. He thrust a little harder, his cock slapping against his chest and stomach, that rope of precum still not breaking, but growing thicker and heavier as more pre oozed out.
His quads flexed and his butt clenched as he thrust, heavy, low hanging bull balls dangling between his muscled legs.
FInally he started thrusting the air too hard. The rope broke, his cock thumping against his body hard, pre splashing all over his body. He couldn't take the teasing anymore though - he was too hot to resist. He grabbed his cock with both hands and jerked it ferociously, showing no mercy on himself. Almost immediately his urethra bulged at the base of his member, traveling up, up, up, his shaft before his slit opened wide to make way for the shower of cum that exploded outwards.
"Oh God, YES!" Mal roared, jerking himself so hard his hands were nearly a blur. Cum shot out and splashed onto the ceiling in long, wrist-thick ropes. It rained back down on him. He looked at himself in the mirror as he spooged, teeth clenched, body tense and flexed. His arms bulged and popped as he jerked himself. He thrust into his palms, aiming at the mirror, the image of him quickly drenched in bull seed.
He fell backwards and onto his bed, his cock throbbing and bobbing above him, spewing more and more seed onto the wall behind him. "So good..." he moaned as he writhed on the bed, hands leaving his cock to rub the semen onto his muscled body. He flexed his towering bicep and kissed it again, tasting sweet but salty cum on it. His cock bounced on his chest, flinging a rope of cum every time that would land somewhere in the room or on his body, only to be rubbed by his wandering hand.
Finally it ended with one last, massive spurt. Malapar lifted his hips into the air, cock aimed right at his open mouth. He swallowed it earnestly, collapsing in a heap on the bed as his cock softened. He laid there for a few minutes before finally falling asleep.
~ ~ ~
When he finally woke up, the sun was no longer shining through his window. The bull eased himself off the bed, stretching as he stood, package dangling heavily between his legs. He looked at the time. Shit! Kyle and his friend would be here soon.
Malapar showered and ate quickly, closing the door to his room. No one would need to see that mess. Afterwards, he sat on his couch and watched some television, trying his best to keep his mind off his cock, which was already stirring in his gym shorts, a tent forming, the fabric rising into the air, the seam stretching and reaching its limit. "Not now!" Mal said, shifting his weight uneasily, trying to focus on the screen. "They better hurry."
As though to answer his wishes, the doorbell rang. Mal sprang off the couch and answered it, keeping his crotch covered by the door. He smiled when he saw Kyle, the lean, black swimmer wolf gazing up at him with hunger in his eyes. "Hey Mal! Long time no see," he winked.
"Glad you got here when you got here, Kyle!" Mal looked next to the wolf and saw a muscled doberman standing there with his hands on his hips, his body making Mal's cock stir as the dog was only wearing gym shorts and a tight underarmor shirt.
"This is my friend Dustin. I told him about you when I got home last night. He seemed...interested," he laughed and looked at the doberman, whose eyes didn't leave Mal. The dog smirked. "I figured it was too good to be true, so I came to see for myself."
"I told him a thousand times that it's as big as I described!" Kyle shrugged. "But he doesn't believe me."
"Yes, because there's no way that - "
Mal stepped into full view, letting the two before him see the massive bulge in his gym shorts. His cock was coiled in a bunch, his shorts sticking out so bunch they were bound to tear an minute now. Dustin's jaw dropped, eyes immediately locked on. Kyle yipped and then grinned, nudging Dustin with his elbow. "Told you."
Within minutes Mal was on the couch, arms spread out on the back of it, legs spread, as the wolf and doberman worshipped his member through the fabric of his shorts. Dustin was rubbing and caressing his bulge, while Kyle was seated next to him and kissing his bare, strong torso, his tongue darting in and out of the crevice between his pecs before moving its way down to his abs, licking along the lines in his stomach.
Dustin's paws moved up and down Mal's marble legs as he dug his snout into Mal's crotch, inhaling deeply. His body shivered, "Jesus, that's a strong scent."
Malapar smiled. "Yeah, well, I've used it a lot lately."
Kyle stopped what he was doing and sat up, face inches from Mal. "Yeah? Even since I was here last night?"
Malapar smirked, his cock lurching. Dustin moaned when it poked his snout. "Of course. You think I slept at all during the night? You should see the mess in my room."
"Well, aren't you the animal." Kyle was rubbing himself as Mal spoke. "Tell me more. Tell me what you do."
Dustin kept rubbing Malapar's legs as the bull spoke, his cock twitching as well, threatening to tear through his shorts any moment now. Dustin watched. "Well, I get it nice and hard."
"Of course."
"And then I like to suck it a little to really get myself turned on."
"Shit..." Kyle moaned as he pictured it. Malapar felt a warm trickle on his side, knowing it was Kyle's precum oozing out.
"Yeah. And then I like to watch myself as I jerk, sometimes."
Dustin gasped as a tear formed in Mal's shorts, part of the bull's shaft popping out. It struggled to escape, but found no exit.
"I flex for myself in the mirror. Maybe watch as I suck myself some more. I jerk my big dick in both hands and watch it leak."
He felt another warm sensation on his foot, and knew Dustin was jerking off, too, his cock leaking as well. The bull's shorts tore a little more, more of his pink shaft revealed. The head was still trapped, though, looking for a way out.
"What's it like when you cum?" Kyle asked.
Mal's shorts finally tore away completely. His cock sprang out and slapped onto his chest. "Why don't you find out?" he laughed.
Dustin had seen and heard enough though. The doberman let out a guttural moan as he came. Mal watched and saw a few ropes of Dustin's cum shoot into the air before landing on the bull's leg. "Your friend seems to like it," he laughed. Dustin blushed and stood up, his eight inch cock still hard and jutting from his body, throbbing and leaking. "What the fuck are you waiting for, Kyle? I want to see this bull explode!"
And just like that, Malapar's cock was engulfed. Dustin went to work sucking on Mal's head and glans while Kyle gripped the shaft in both hands, squeezed tight, and started jerking slowly, swiveling his hands around the shaft as he went up and down. Spit and precum oozed from between Dustin's succulent lips, providing Kyle with a largesse of lubrication, plus extra to leak down to Mal's heavy balls, proceeding from there to drip onto the couch.
Mal sighed and put his heads behind his head, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes as the two pleasured him. "Yeah..." he moaned, clenching and unclenching his bottom, shoving a few inches of meat further into Dustin's throat, who was accommodating more and more of Mal's member.
After a while of this, Kyle stopped his stroking (Dustin took over, pumping and suck Mal's cock like a vacuum) and straddled the bull, his cock leaking on the muscled bovine's chest. Mal was moaning intensely, but was cut off by the lips of the wolf on top of him. The two made out lustfully while Dustin continued to milk Mal, who was enjoying it more and more as he could feel the impending orgasm.
Kyle thrust against Mal's body, smearing him with copious amounts of precum and rubbing it in to the bull's pecs, licking it up afterwards. Malapar brought his arms on either side of Kyle and tensed his muscles, making his chest pop out. Kyle groaned and buried his face in there, licking, kissing, worshipping the powerful bovine.
"Flex for me. Show me those huge muscles," Kyle moaned between kisses. Malapar obeyed, bringing his arms to either side of him and flexing his biceps. Kyle's mouth when from Mal's chest to an arm, licking and kissing the mountain of muscle.
Dustin noticed the display and stopped his blow job. He stood up and stuck his hips out so that his cock rubbed against Mal's free arm, smearing the bicep with the doberman's precum. Malapar moaned, his muscle straining and twitching. Dustin kneeled on the couch next to the bull and proceeded to treat Malapar's body in the same manner Kyle was, his lips and tongue liberally exploring it. Malapar reached his mouth over and licked Dustin's precum off his arm before putting it down.
Kyle got off of Mal, instead kneeling as Dustin was on the other side of the bull. Dustin stopped his worshipping and brought his lips instead to Kyle's. The two made out hungrily over Mal, their bodies slipping and sliding between the bulls enormous cock, covering them with precum that squirted out with every mighty throb of Mal's member.
"Jesus," Malapar moaned. "Keep this up and I'll be shooting in no time."
Kyle and Dustin stopped and looked at each other, smiling. They slid off the couch and positioned themselves in front of Mal's pulsating cock. First Kyle put his hand on the base, then Dustin put one over Kyle's, then Kyle his other hand over Dustin's, and finally Dustin's other hand over Kyle's. They both squeezed tight and pumped Mal's cock slowly. Painfully slowly.
The bull jerked and twitched, roaring with pleasure. "FUCK! Stop! Go faster!" He writhed on the couch, trying to thrust into the twos' hands but finding their grip too tight to do so. His cock swelled and leaked more precum than ever.
"Oh my God," Dustin remarked. "Is it getting bigger?"
Sure enough, Mal's cock was growing even more. The two had to loosen their grips to accommodate the inflating meat, which grew thicker and longer.
Kyle grinned, "it means he's getting really close."
Malapar's eyes were shut tight, his teeth clenched, arms thrown behind his head, elbows pointed up. Every muscle in his body was tense and flexed as an enormous load prepared to shoot out of his cock, which was so hard now it was purple in color. Squirting precum turned into thick, white cum as the two retained their death grip on Mal's cock.
"Now!" Kyle shouted. He and Dustin suddenly started pumping Mal's cock like there was no tomorrow.
"FUUUUUUCK!" the bull roared, his hips bucking up, thrusting into Kyle and Dustin's paws as they jerked him. Cum rocketed out like a firehose, dousing his body in thick, creamy bullseed. Dustin put his face in the stream to get a taste, only to be knocked away by Kyle, who tried putting his whole mouth over the hose that was Mal's cock. Dustin tackled him to the ground, licking the cum off the wolf's abs in earnest, who began to moan and shoot his own cum from his ten inch cock, adding to the mess.
Meanwhile Malapar was thrusting against the empty ear, using only his abs to lift his abs, his stomach crunching as he did so. His cock thumped against his body as his cum rained down on him, and splattered against the french doors behind the couch, sounding as though a hurricane of rain were beating down on the windows.
Kyle and Dustin stood and raced to grab for Mal's spurting cock, but Kyle beat Dustin. He took it in both hands, pumping it feverishly and aiming it at Dustin, who was unprepared for the blast of warm spunk hitting him. The doberman fell onto his body, moaning loudly as he was rained on, rubbing the spunk into his muscled body, arcing his back and writhing on the ground, his own cock once again exploding in an uncontrollable orgasm; however nowhere near the power of Malapar's, whose was still going once Dustin's ended.
The doberman sat up, panting, and licked Malapar's bursting cock with Kyle, until eventually the storm subsided. Mal's cock continued to thump on his chest, although spent. The bull panted heavily, chest rising and falling, balls finally losing tension and falling back to fill the spacious scrotum.
"Jesus CHRIST!" Dustin yelled after a few moments panting from all parties.
"Told you," Kyle said. They both looked at Mal, but found the bull was still lost in pleasure. His head was turned, tongue sticking out and licking the cum off of a bicep as though no one else was there.
"Think you can take him?" Kyle challenged Dustin.
The doberman's eyes widened. "Impossible!"
"Hey, I managed. It even provided me with an opportunity to fuck him myself."
Dustin's cock lurched. "Well, maybe..."