As he smelled a lingering intensity of Richard's new musky odor, Tim felt thankful he'd instructed his butler to provide Richard with a long, thorough bath. But with his mouth filled with his friend's new monster cock, his nostrils flared and he inhaled more of the powerful musk and had to admit that the unique odor didn't exactly turn him off. In fact, something about the strong odor triggered responses in Tim's cock and thoughts, making him suck all the harder.
In hardly any time at all, he had worked his friend into such a state that Tim halfway began to believe that the bestial grunts and groans from Richard were the genuine article. He also got another idea and let Richard's hard, spit-lubed cock slide from his mouth. Although they had enjoyed some past fumbling encounters with each other, the sex had never been this good. Part of the problem had been the simple fact they were both pretty much bottoms.
Tim couldn't help wonder if, thanks to his new physique and stamina, that might have changed.
"Why little man stop sucking?" Richard asked, hesitant to break from character in the midst of such a good time.
Tim smiled and surprised Richard with his directness. "I thought the big jungle man might want to fuck me."
After an instant of shock, Richard realized he did want to fuck Tim. With neither partner needing much encouragement, Richard bent Tim over the nearest table and thrust Gorak's huge, engorged cock deep into his friend's eager hole. Tim gasped sharply at the moment that Richard rammed his cock deep inside him.
"Little man so tight," Richard joked.
In response, Tim merely moaned. "Ohfuck! Keep going!"
For Richard, all concerns about the possibility of being stuck in Gorak's body, and the harmful effects that could have on his career and future, fell by the wayside as he kept thrusting wildly, fueled by Tim's moans of encouragement.