Eyes darting around as if he were about to be caught getting turned on by what was essentially body horror, James slowly pulls his boxers down. Cory, still held in his hands, continues to writhe and moan and cum just inches above it.
The janitor bites his lip. This feels wrong, but God is he horny watching this twitching, groaning bundle of human parts. He gives it a little squeeze and sees Cory’s eyes roll back as his tongue lolls out. It seems consensual enough, but it’s just so bizarre that James can’t help but feel extreme trepidation.
His cock twitches as if it’s hungry, however, so he tries to squash down any feelings of fear or disgust, and impales the blob onto it. Cody howls, his cries pitching into a keening whine as his asshole eagerly swallows. At least, that’s what it feels like to James. In reality, the dry entry just pushes Cory’s pucker upwards, and the skin around it becomes a makeshift cocksleeve. His hole is able to suck the tip, which only spurs the other man further. He begins pumping, flipping on his stomach and mashing Cory into both the couch and his crotch. The mewling puffball makes for a perfect pocket pussy, and James cums quicker than he ever has before. He sits back with a huff and pulls Cory off himself, then tosses him to the other side of the couch.
Cory groans and rolls around mindlessly. It looks as if his asshole is huge and stretched, but it’s just an indent which slowly pushes itself back out, the way a stress ball might when poked hard enough.