Leaning back against Larry's head, I looked around our room with half-closed eyes. Jockstraps and thongs littered the wooden floor. Those with bright colors had small front pouches, while the dull ones' were visibly oversized. A dresser with a drawer ajar stood across the bed, anal beads and buttplugs lightly poking out of the lightly titled container. Posters covered the white walls, depicting guys with bubble butts showing off for the photographer. None of them had a backend as voluptuous as mine however. Familiar, recomforting smells lingered in the air. Larry's copious cum's and our sweat.
Heavy breaths escaped me as he moved his lips on my neck, pecking it while one of his fingers played around with my hardening cock and minuscule balls. His cum was gradually leaking from my gaping hole as it pulsed, coating his thigh and dripping onto the bedsheets. Soft whistles graced my ears from Larry's chuckling.
Thick fingers clenched my cheeks as he turned my head towards his. Deep brown eyes met my gaze, piercing my soul. His nose was wide, a rugged mountain with flaring nostrils atop his full greying moustache and beard. The top of his head shone, baldness showing his years of experience in life. Shocked by how easily he made my nub hard, I opened my mouth. He invaded it with his tongue, facial hair scratching my face as we started making out. With every movement of his tongue, more of his saliva graced my mouth, the earthy taste lingering between smooches. As his stray hand rubbed my nub, I exhaled airy moans right into his mouth, smiles forming on his face when I let out high-pitched whines.
Just as I started groaning from an approaching orgasm, a vibrating sound surprised us both. Larry broke up our kiss as he pushed me off him. I rolled onto one side of the king-sized bed facing away from him, a trail of cum following my plump bottom. He looked around, muttering as he looked at his bedside table. "Fuck, had to be right now, uh?" he swore to no one in particular. Loudly opening the table's drawer, he fished his phone out of it, swiping from left to right on the screen as he brought it to his ear. "Yeah?" he gruffly groaned to the caller. The barely audible voice on the other end was panicked, "Tharsmmnnmuuhmnnnhmmmnhmmnhmhmharry! Ya gottahmmmhmcomnhmhmhhix it!" Larry groaned in displeasure, loudly blowing air out of his nose, "Yeah, 'kay, gimme a min', don't do anything stupid." He ended the call a second later before throwing his phone on the bed.
"Let's have some quick fun before I go," he mumbled. Larry rummaged through his drawer some more, random items bumping into each other. Glass bottles clanked together, plastic bottles and sex toys thuded against each other. "That'll do," he said to himself, the sound swirling liquid reaching my ears. The bed creaked lightly as he approached me. He opened a corked bottle with a loud squeak. One of Larry's free hands grabbed one of my curvy, sensual buttcheeks, softly squeezing it. "Bottom's up boy," he chuckled, my sticky, gaping hole easily welcoming the glass pushing in. A room temperature liquid joined the cum in my ass, a slight burning sensation filling my insides as Larry tilted the bottle, getting my butt to chug more of it. "Awe yeah, thanks Larry," I groaned as he started pulling it out. "Now for the best part," he teased. "Do I get another roun-" I barely had time to end my question. Seconds after the top of the bottle had left my hole, hard silicone pressed against my inner walls to keep my roommate's cum and alcohol sealed tight within.
Larry handed me the bottle, the neck of which was slathered with his seed. I took a big whiff of the smell, his cum's mixing with the watered down booze's. The bed squeaked as he stood up, weak bouncing nudging the mattress as his weight left it. Bringing the bottle to my lips, my tongue inched out as I turned around to face Larry. The sour taste of his essence coated my mouth as I seductively moaned, playing around with the bottle. A wide smirk appeared on his face, admiring my lecherous lapping. He licked his lips slowly before biting the lower one. "Fuck... Hole, if this was less of an emergency... The things I'd do to your mouth right now," he lustfully lamented, the root of his near knee-length fucktool flexing, his thigh-rubbing, pomelo-sized balls lightly raising as a thick glob of precum escaped from his fleshy foreskin.
Picking up the first of his jockstraps he could put a hand on, he put it on one sturdy leg at a time, only placing his oversized balls inside the pouch. I admired the sexy struggle, simultaneously enjoying the taste of the bottle even after I'd eaten all of his cum off its neck. He waddled over to the foot of the bed where I'd been laying my head ever since he'd pushed me off himself, his soft manhood bumping against his tree-trunk thighs along each step. He glared down at me, extending his hand. "Bottle," he ordered as his fingers motioned at me. I reluctantly gave it to him as I pouted. He placed the tip of the bottle against his cock's, his free hand picking up his monster meat. He lined his pisshole with the opening before giving himself a few tugs. Globs of precum poured out into the glass, audibly dripping into the diluted booze. Larry stood still for a few more seconds, until his cock throbbed. An additional burst of precum shot into the bottle, a loud splash echoing throughout the room. He let his third leg go, "Can't get too horny right now, gotta keep some for later," he bemoaned. He swirled the bottle, making sure the contents were properly mixed before handing it back to me.
Both of Larry's hands were putting his cock back into his jockstrap, leaving a trail of precum against the pouch as he snaked it between his massive balls. His bulge left no details unseen, every veins of his near-soft power tool visible through the thin and taut fabric, drawing veiny chasms I wanted to eagerly lick for hours. His forest of salt and pepper pubes was visible by the overly stretched elastic waistband, a few inches of Larry's mighty cock on display. He flexed his pelvis, his package jiggling from the motion. The text on his waistband read 'MAXXXXXL', a custom size made exclusively for him.
"Larry to slut," he snapped his finger right by my ear, "got it?" I looked up to him, lightheaded from his musk. Yeah, definitely only his musk. "Uh, wha?" I slurred, trailing off. He moved my hand to my mouth, guiding the bottle to my lips. "Clean the living room after your drink," he tasked me while tilting the bottle, and my head, backwards, "I need a reason to make a mess." Between gulps of hard pre-cum I let out a soft "uh uh." Larry smiled, "good Hole," kindly patting my cheek.
He turned around, thick glutes facing me. His louds steps were slow as he waddled away, mythical schlong and cum-factories leading his gait. He mumbled as he headed into the corridor, loudly slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone in our... Three? No, four rooms apartment.
Our duvet was in good part wet, the red tones visibly darkened by Larry's seed over many months. I dug my empty fist into them, bringing the moist silk to my nose as I took another swig of the nectar I'd been left to savor. Supple textile slid against my soft, hairless body as I stood up, greedily sipping from the bottle. The smell of cum, the taste of cum, of Larry's cum, was making me wish he could've fed me another load before heading out... I put one foot in front of the other, empty hand against the wall as I teetered towards the living room. Bright thongs would get stuck to my toes as I slowly made my way out of the bedroom, shaking them off when I had enough balance. My steps would sometimes hit small foot-long dildos and buttplugs, moving them out of the way.
Head lightly spinning, I held the doorframe tight as I downed the last of Larry's decadent cocktail. With a slightly fuzzy vision, I looked at our modest living room. A recently used bong stood on the wooden coffee table, surrounded by a few empty cans of beer and cheap cocktails. Stained sweatpants, crop-tops and booty shorts were spread on the couch, marked by Larry's now dry seed. Wobbling to the sofa, I looked at the wall behind it, littered in posters and news clippings of my sex-fiend of a landlord with his mind-blowing package on display.
I threw myself onto the plushy, clothes-covered couch, landing close to Larry's extra large sweatpants. My hand reflexively grabbed them as I huffed in the crotch-sweat that was left on them. Inhaling the earthy musk, I moaned, dropping the bottle onto the floor. My now-free hand moved to my crotch, rubbing my soft, whiskey-dicked nublet, hoping for any pleasure. I scanned the rest of the room, looking for anything to help me stimulate myself.