Brad shook off his feelings of defeat. He simply needed his husband to take notice of him…
Unfortunately, Mark’s focus remained on something else. Mark grunted hard and grasped his neighbor’s big black tool with determination, while Russ gripped the other man’s cock in his own fist.
The tiny insect was lost in a swirl of hard flesh, sweat and titanic primal groans.
The low, guttural grunts and groans thundered in the air as the fly managed to come unstuck. With a weak buzz, the insect flew between two monumental obelisks, gaining altitude, before two explosions, one after the other, erupted from the phallic towers.
The insect veered out of the path of the first volley but unsuccessfully tried to avoid the second. The warm, wet splat fully encased the fly, which dropped with a soft thud on the vast surface of the coffee table in front of the sofa.
The powerful manscapes of the two titans rose and fell with labored breathing as they slowly descended from the heights of their intense encounter. Neither had spared any notice for the feeble twitches of the mired insect.
Russ broke the silence. “Guess we should look for your tiny husband.”
Mark, still panting, nodded.
“I did wonder if the little fucker might be hiding somewhere watching us,” Russ said with a sly glance sideways to gauge his neighbor’s reaction. “That was what really got me off.”
Mark produced a burst of laughter. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”
The fly twitched, but the cooling cum held it fast.
“Mark! I’ve not shrunk!” Brad wanted to scream. “I’m a fly. Here! Help me!”
His insect form wiggled valiantly when Russ stretched out a muscular arm, but the titanic man’s action wasn’t directed at the struggling insect.
Instead he grasped a box of tissues and handed one to Mark with a grin.
The fly kept struggling as the two titans cleaned puddles of cum off their gargantuan forms.
If he had been a tiny shrunken human voyeur in this moment, he would have already shot a load, perhaps two, pushed along by everything he was witnessing.
He was no longer human, however, which was becoming a major problem after his husband and neighbor had misunderstood the note he had painstakingly created, thinking it would lead to his rescue.
Brad knew what would happen once the titanic men finished their cleanup.
Sure enough, Russ’s gaze soon turned to the coffee table and a pesky fly squirming in a dollop of cooling cum.
Chuckling, he reached for another tissue. “I don’t know which of us did it, but one of us got that damn fly,” Russ said. “And good!”
Mark, emerging from the post-climactic afterglow, glanced down at the insect… and smiled.
“Imagine if that was Brad,” he remarked, his smile widening.
Well, as soon as I take care of this, we can start looking for the tiny bitch,” Russ said and stretched a tissue-wielding hand toward Brad and the cum puddle.
“Russ! No!” Brad buzzed and squirmed, his insect eyes fastened on the approaching hand.
In one casual swipe, Russ gathered up fly and cum in the tissue, which he crumpled in his fist.
“No! No! No!” Brad buzzed.
His tiny form tensed, awaiting a final crushing blow, which failed to occur.
He still felt every movement as Russ walked. The tiny scientist-turned-fly was left to wonder how Russ would dispose of him?
Mark watched his big naked neighbor lumber to the kitchen, where Russ dropped the tissue into a trash receptacle. He used the moment to get dressed again, now feeling some awkwardness return after having done the deed with his neighbor.
“If it’s going to take a while to find your tiny hubby, I am going to need some coffee,” Russ said.
He removed a filter from his machine and started a new pot. At the same time, he returned to the trash can and dumped the spent coffee grounds onto the discarded tissue.
Brad had almost extricated himself from the cum-stained tissue when Russ’s enormous form cast everything into shadow before raining an avalanche of coffee grounds on top of him.
“Sounds good,” Mark said. “By the way, where did you find the message?”
Rus turned and pointed to the table. “He’d written the words in salsa on a plate.”
When Mark continued to stare at the table, Russ added, “I cleaned it up when I found it.”
Mark looked puzzled. “If he was on the table and able to leave the message, where did he go?”
Only Brad knew the answer, but even now he was only able to buzz weakly as he struggled through the mound of coffee grounds that had been dumped on his tiny body.
The faint buzz went unheard, unable to even escape the plastic trash bin.