Mike felt the big man's massive manhood cram against his own flaccid cock. He couldn't believe how good it felt, how much lust was boiling in his veins. Mike felt himself buck against Zeke's massive body, pressing his crotch into the big man's, moaning in escasy.
Zeke smiled. Mike was going to make an excellent breeder. Time to push it in all the way...
Mike felt Zeke's manhood start to actually push it's way into his body. He mentally recoiled in horror and disgust, but he was entrapped. He moaned again, almost like a woman.
Then Mike felt kisses on his neck and a nibble on his ears. He screamed in delight, his flacid cock finally growing hard. It wasn't Zeke and he looked surprised. He wasn't expecting any resistance.
Long brown hair fell in front of Mike and he felt a warm body pressing against him from behind. He heard panting and moaning in his ear. Two slender arms reached around him and caressed his chest. Mike's cock grew even harder.
Zeke called upon all of his strength and wiles. He grappled Mike down, intending on taking him missionary-style. However, he misjudged Mike's strength and underestimated his own fatigue. Making a breeder out of John took some energy out of him, and this prolonged battle with John's father was even more draining.
Wrestling on the ground, with their intimate contact broken, the need to fuck (more precisely, the need to "be fucked") was no longer overwhelming Mike. Finally pinning the big man down, Mike slammed punch after punch into Zeke's head until finally his was knocked out. Only then did his masive organ begin to deflate.
Exhausted, Mike looked down. His own cock was this there and standing at attention. It seemed smaller however. Sighing, Mike stood up and turned around.
Standing there, stark naked, was a beautiful young chick, stark naked, looking at him expectantly...