He could have spent an entire afternoon like this: stark-naked and willing, laid out completely atop of a muscular, naked man like Hollis Mase, with his back arched and hips raised, displaying his rounded buttocks to the man, who eagerly went to bury his face between the thick mounds of flesh and work at his hole, while strong hands ran along his sides, caressing his skin, coming up to the large swells of his breasts and offering them a firm squeeze. That alone made his own dick twitch, which quickly reminded him to return to his primary job of laying himself back down, one hand lifting the heavy slab of meat at an angle, while cupping the firm, full-tanked balls and lower his head, humming in pure delight when his lips stretch around the girth and his tongue sweeps across the head, reminding himself of the delicious taste and heft he has to play with for the next couple of hours. But Magnum wasn’t here to tease: he didn’t like it. Instead, he displayed his skill in swallowing inch after inch past the hot cavern of his mouth and deep into his throat, where his neck would bulge and veins would pop up and raise the skin. He kept on delivering deep, long bobs of his head for the next half hour, until his nose was buried into the large set of testicles and his chin was grazing the pubic area. Magnum was quite happy to keep on going, long after his jaw would start to ache: he lived for this; he was a true size-queen, and damn, he was proud to show off how skilled and generous his throat, lips and tongue were. When he was forced away by Hollis, he released the tip with a loud POP, a lick and a kiss, as if to praise the man for his sheer size. Once it left his grip, it resumed to lay against his hip.
They didn’t have to move far, since Hollis simply moved to sit on a nearby chair and carry Magnum on his lap. Both of his legs folded over the armchair rests, his hands positioned on Hollis’ chest as the man took hold of himself, and began rubbing the stupidly-thick head between his cheeks. To aid things along, one arm reached out behind him to spread the meaty flesh. After some discomfort, generous lube being applied to the length and his entrance, Hollis was finally sinking himself into Magnum’s tight walls. “Fuck, man... ah, shit!” Magnum cussed out at how wide he was being spread, but he enjoyed it, especially when a shallow, gentle rhythm commenced and blossomed into deeper, fuller thrusts. “Mhm, fuck, Sir.... you’re l-loving that ass, hm?” He moaned out, enjoying just how much Hollis’ hands continued to smother his fat buttocks, his back and his thighs. Magnum’s own dick laid out across Hollis’ stomach, at full mast and stiff, seeping pre-cum against it but went by completely ignored.
Hollis loved nothing more than white boys with suspiciously fat asses. Not that he could be called picky by stretch of the imagination; Hollis loved to fuck anyone and everyone who could take him. But something about guys like Magnum, big and strong on the outside but simperingly needy on the inside, really titillated Hollis. Magnus had no business being that thick. Hollis could tell the man had an enormous ass through his tight-fitting pants, but nothing could’ve prepared him for seeing the thing in all its glory, outside the confines of oppressive fabric. Positively mouth-watering.
And that was a good thing, because Hollis knew he wouldn’t be done with Magnum until he ate that magnificent rump until it was lubed up and ready for entry. Magnum clearly did this before —many, many times— because the way he arched his back for Hollis as the older man assaulted that furry asshole, writhing under his grasp as he reached up to grope at Magnum’s equally heavy breasts indicated that the attraction and enthusiasm for this encounter was mutual. Only thing better than a fat ass was a shameless slut with a fat ass, and Magnum had that covered.
Then Magnum returned the favor, swallowing every last inch of Hollis’ dick like it was a popsicle, leaving no inch —and there were many of them— unturned. Magnum knew that taking Hollis’ would be a real task and planned accordingly. But as much as Hollis enjoyed receiving head, he loved thrusting balls-deep inside a tight ass, and they’d spent more than enough time with the preamble. Time for the main event.
Carrying themselves over to a better position, Hollis watched with hungry eyes as Magnum seated himself on the long, thick prick to a deep, hearty moan only a man like him was capable of doing. “You know I love that ass, boy,” chuckles Hollis, returning the question with a loud slap at Magnum’s meaty rear, feeling the bottom’s own erection rubbing and grinding against his belly as they rocked together. “That’s it, ride me like you ain’t ever been fucked like this before… show me how badly you need it in your slutty ass—“ he grunts, bucking his hips upwards to meet Magnum’s downward thrusts, needing to feel himself sheathed completely inside the brawny man.
