Part 2 - Respite
#2 of Coming Home
_First, a disclaimer: This story contains themes of a sexual and homoerotic nature, and is not intended of audiences of under eighteen.
Also, while they will be included in later installments in this series, this one does not have any furries. Please be patient, as they will appear in due time.
This story is a collaboration between myself (Onyx Tanuki) and Royal Sovereign._
Walking. That's all there was now. The endless walking, and the equally endless hunger plaguing the boys. They almost didn't notice the meadow thinning out, the grass giving way, until suddenly it was all gone, and a solid strip of asphalt was all that stood between them and the thing they thought they craved the most: food. More specifically, a small hut set up with countless apples, oranges, watermelons, berries, and other things for sale. "Chris..." Max whispered, as if the very sound of his voice would make the fruit stand vanish from existence, "please tell me you see what I'm seeing..."
"If you're seeing food, then yeah..." the older boy answered. After glaring at each other for a few long seconds, they made a mad dash across the highway, the hot pavement burning their soles, but neither caring as they knew that soon, their hunger would be taken care of.
"How are we gonna pay for them?" Chris suddenly realized as his feet touched the cool dirt once again.
"Payment!? We're starving to death and you're worried about paying, old man!?"
"Stop calling me that!" Chris grumbled, running a hand through his colorless hair. "Besides, just look at you..."
"Whatever. Better horny than old." Max snatched an apple from the stand and bit into it, its sweet succulent juices running down his throat... just like... "Ugh." He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He didn't know how eating an apple turned into a fantasy about drinking precum, but it had. He thought about old grannies fingering each other, and that did the trick to kill his erection before it could pop from his boxers again.
The place must have been recently abandoned, because nobody was there to stop the two from eating all the fruit that their stomachs could hold. But that was the thing. The more they ate, the more furiously they hungered. By the time the last piece of fruit had been devoured, they felt like they could drop from malnutrition. On top of that, Chris felt like his bladder was going to explode from all the juicy fruits he'd consumed. "Ugh... Max, we must've gotten tapeworms from that water or something. There's no other way I could still be hungry after all that..."
"Must be some kind of super-tapeworm, then, because there's no way all that food could fit into our stomachs." Max patted his own belly, just as flat as it had been yesterday despite the feast.
"Ugh... I'll think about it later. Right now, I need to take a piss..." Chris stood up, walking into the tall grasses behind the shack, tugging his flaccid member out as he did. Closing his eyes, he tried to relieve himself on the ground, only to find that nothing came out. "Hmm... I could have sworn..." Concerned, the boy pushed the front of his briefs down under his balls. Thanks to the sight of the throbbing, full orbs, it was now clear; this wasn't the urge he thought it was.
He looked over his shoulder, hoping Max wouldn't come up behind him, and seeing the coast was clear, began to rub at his sore scrotum, watching as three inches of floppy penis swelled slowly. He descended to the ground, lying on his back with one hand working at his nuts and the other keeping his undies tugged down. They felt so much larger than he could remember, but the blissful feeling radiating from them kept him too occupied to bother looking. Soon, his meat was expanding up past his navel and over his stomach, not stopping until it was nearly fourteen inches long and nearly as thick as his wrist. It was gorgeous... the second most beautiful dick he'd ever seen, only topped by Max's thinner, longer hypercock.
His mouth fell open in a soft, quiet moan as he drew his fingers up his erection, the sensation so much stronger than any other time he'd jacked off before. Finally, his fingertips found the head of his cock and slid over it, catching a handful of precum as it slipped out and using it like a massage oil as he worked back down. "Nnnnnggghhhh..." His mind flooded with erotic imagery, most of it involving he and Max doing things he would never dream of letting the other know he wanted to do, and he lost himself in fantasy. His palm glided up once again, this time stopping to rub the top of his enormous head, making his thighs tense with immense pleasure. This felt almost as good as going down on himself... almost.
Faster and faster he stroked, his fingers twisting about sensitive spots along his glans and shaft, performing tricks that Chris had no idea that he knew. The hand still keeping the front of his briefs stretched down slowly worked over his taint and the elastic band flipped at the soft flesh under his ballsac. All the stimulation to his transformed phallus was too much, and he arched his back as he shot a thick glob of semen into the air, letting it land perfectly inside his gaping mouth. The second shot splattered across his chin, then the rest streamed up in ivory arches to land on his undershirt. Seeing the white pool sitting so perfectly on his shirt, he drug a finger through it and brought it to his mouth, only to feel his wrist yanked up and another tongue lap the sticky sauce off.
"I thought you had to take a piss." Chris's face turned redder than one of the numerous apples he'd consumed not twenty minutes ago. Max had found him.
Chris swallowed audibly, the seed flooding his maw slipping down his throat, and stared fearfully at his friend. "H-how much did you see?"
"Everything." The spectacled boy smirked as he walked into his buddy's view, showing off a fleshy rod towering up from te front of his boxers. "Even if I hadn't seen, I would've heard you... or smelled you."
In his lusty haze, Chris reasoned, he must have lost his sense of hearing, and every pore of his body was dripping with cold sweat, so it was no wonder his musk was so strong in the air. He had to admit, despite the source of it, that odor was wonderful... even addictive. "Well... um..." He felt like he should have been more embarrassed, knowing his unrequited love had just watched him masturbating, but a sense of peace came into his mind instead. And fullness. He was still feeling hungry, of course, but not nearly as much as before.
"Hey, why don't I help clean you up. Then, maybe we can hitch a ride to the nearest town and try to find our bearings." As he spoke, Max ran a hand over his belly, which made an audible rumble.
"Okay," Chris nodded in agreement. "What are you gonna wipe all this up wi-" His entire body tensed as he suddenly felt damp warmth across his neck, and looked down with wide eyes to see Max lapping the seed off his sweaty flesh. "What the-!" he screeched in a high pitched tone. The younger boy only answered the bunched-together words with a smirk before reaching down to the saturated wifebeater, ripping it off and lapping up whatever cum had seeped through its cotton fibers. "M-Max, please stop..." he grunted, but his hand creeping behind his friends head and digging into the soft brown locks said otherwise. It soon pulled free as the muscled teen wrapped his own hand around the base of Chris's organ, holding it up and staring longingly at it. It was obvious by the way his mouth watered what he was planning. "B-but... Max... I thought you l-liked girls..."
"Heh... let's just say I've been feeling like experimenting recently. Besides..." He dragged his fist up his companion's cock, drawing out a lustful (if relectant) groan. "Looks like you need some help with this. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't lend a hand? And really, what's a little oral between friends?" With that, his tongue jumped out and slowly painted a layer of spit all the way up the thick organ throbbing in his grasp, ending with a little flicker that teased the sensitive string of flesh that stretched below Chris's glans, forcing the older boy to moan loudly and unabashedly into the air.
"Nnnngggghhhh..." Chris's teeth ground together as Max's tongue assaulted the head of his cock, gliding over the smooth flesh in a way that made the older teen writhe and offer a moaning scream to whatever sex deity blessed his friend with such a naturally skilled mouth. "Ooooohhhhh Maaaaaaaxxxxxx..." Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, the younger boy sealed his lips over Chris's pisshole and drilled the tip of the wet oral muscle inside, coaxing out a deluge of salty/sweet pre that he swallowed greedily.
Through the whole ordeal, Chris couldn't help but gaze at his friend's cock, looking so lonely, just hovering there above his face. Suddenly he felt so empty, so hungry... Reaching up, he pulled the long shaft down and began ravishing it just as Max was doing for him, instinctively drinking down the hot syrup it offered him. This earned a stuttering groan of joy from his friend, but thankfully didn't break his rhythm. In fact, it seemed to urge him to take down Chris's pulsing cockhead and a good portion of his shaft, an action that Chris repeated in kind. The white-haired youth didn't know why he craved his friend's cock so much, but at the moment, it didn't matter. He just knew that this felt like the right thing to do, even if he would regret it soon.
It soon became a battle of wills, a contest of which boy had the better tongue, and it was too close to call. Every time Chris bobbed his head, Max bobbed his a little farther. Every time Max's tongue writhed, Chris's tongue writhed a little more wildly. It soon got to the point that neither teenager could hold back his orgasm any longer, and each one found his mouth flooded with the other's essence, swallowing as fast as he could. Max dove down, letting Chris's spasming organ sink deep down his throat and pump its creamy load directly into his stomach, while the older boy pulled free from his friend's dick and let rope after rope fall directly over his waiting tongue, only to effortlessly slip down his gullet.
It took several minutes, but finally each of the young males' climaxes slowed down enough that they could pull free without worrying about much cum getting wasted. Max was the first to speak; "Chris... where did you learn to work your tongue like that!?"
A wicked smile came over the normally-reserved youth's lips. "I should ask you the same question. Man, I can't believe I just ate your cum..." He rubbed his fingers over his temples, wondering what could have possessed him to so eagerly go down on his best friend. He felt less remorse than he'd expected, but at the same time felt guilty for not feeling guilty.
"This is really fucked up... that water... it must have done something to us..." Chris groaned as he stood up, hoping he was wrong but knowing in his heart that he wasn't. "Max, tell me, please... why did you suck my dick?"
Max couldn't help but laugh. "Well, as soon as I saw you cum, I just felt like I needed to eat as much of the stuff as possible. What landed on you wasn't enough, and how else was I gonna get cum out of you?" He wiped the last puddles of spooge off his chiseled form and brought his hand to his lips to lap it clean. His body felt stronger, more hardy than before, but only a well-trained eye could see the slight shift in the solidity of Max's physique. His pubic hair seemed thicker, with a light dusting of brown hair beginning to show on his chest and spiking up from his abdomen. Below that, his boxers seemed to bulge much more than normal with a scrotum holding nuts the size of chicken eggs.
Chris's body had changed as well. He could feel abs beginning to cut into his stomach, although, like Max's changes, it was difficult to see, and a shallow trench began to form between his pecs where once was a barren white plane. Though not growing anything on his chest as his friend did, his pubic hair was becoming soft and smooth, and also grew in a snowy spike up to his navel. "Well, this sucks. You know what this means, right?" he grumbled. "It means that cum... is our food now. We need it to survive..."
At this comment, Max could only smile. "I told you already, man. Anytime you need help, I'll be here to provide it, because I know you'll do the same for me," he said as he wrapped an arm around his buddy's back. "That's what friends do. If you're hungry, I'll let you suck me off, and in return, you let me go down on you whenever I'm hungry. How does that sound?"
"Friends let friends eat their cum?" With a shrug, Chris realized that it was the only logical way the two could survive now that real food seemed to just disappear into nowhere. "Fine... It's not like we have a choice..."
"Good... because I'm still hungry," Max added before siezing Chris's cock in both hands and stuffing it into his jaws again.
Chris was caught off guard by Max's expert tongue on his dick, but before he could pry his hunger-driven friend off, he adjusted to the renewed sexual sensation and placed a hand behind the younger boy's neck. "O-oooohhhh..." He threw his head back, a goofy grin on his face as he "helped" Max out once again...