The pinball machine

Tyler didn’t have to open the arcade until about noon but he had to be there about four hours early to prepare it for the new day. That meant cleaning the bathrooms, unloading new prizes, making sure the cash register worked, counted the money in the vault, and made sure the arcade machines were working as intended. He had checked off his chores down on his list one at a time. Making his way around the arcade floor he found that the Frogger machine wasn’t working. Rubbing his eyes in annoyance to this being the fourth time this month this machine alone refused to cooperate. He’d have to phone the boss to let him know that this machine might need to be retired for good, or to invest in new parts. It wasn’t all bad though, at least now Tyler was able to call one of his favorite people, Peter.

Peter had been the resident handyman that repaired machines at the arcade the past two years that Tyler had been working at the establishment. When Tyler first met Peter he couldn’t believe how handsome he was. In his 40s, he was a bit on the taller side with a stockier body. He had some nice biceps and a large chest, but had a little bit of soft tummy showing off his older gentleman body. His black hair had a few gray flecks, but his stubble still remained without any grays. His work shorts hugged a nice ass, much like Porter’s, but he had some thicker thighs that pushed against the shorts. Whenever Peter came in he always greeted Tyler with a warm smile and a shake of the hand, his large hand covering Tyler’s easily. Dialing up the maintenance number, Tyler was told Peter would swing by in about thirty minutes since he was already in the area.

Time flew by pretty quickly as the bell jingled to signify the door had opened, allowing entry of a new customer. Tyler put away a broom before coming to the front desk to greet Peter who was wearing his usual brown work shirt and black belt holding up his cargo shorts. His tool belt was slung over his shoulder. Tyler swooned.

“Is it the same machine again?” Peter adjusted his belt around his shorts, causing his tummy to bounce a little bit.

“You know it. I need to phone it in for the boss if this keeps up. No one even plays this machine often anyways. It might as well be retired,” Tyler groaned.

“Hey, that’s not true, I like this game. I used to frequent arcades all the time back in my day. This was a classic. You’re just missing out. But anyways, let me give it a quick look at and see what the problem is. I’ll have it up and running in a jiffy.” Peter tipped his head and gave another smile before wandering off to the machine. Tyler watched his ass sway side to side in those tight cargo shorts. Delicious.

Tyler watched the large man get to work, opening the side panel and observing the problem. Peter got to work with his tool belt, poking and prodding whatever machinery sat inside the old games. Tyler respected the work Peter had done keeping this place alive for so long. If he hadn’t been a friend of the boss this place probably would have gone under long ago, which meant no paycheck for Tyler. Peter having grown familiar with the machine managed to fix the problem rather quickly. The two men were rewarded with the machine turning on and displaying the game’s title.

“Told ya I could get it fixed. I agree with you though, this machine needs more than just a servicing. Tell you what, since I got extra time how about I give a quick look around to see if there’s any other machines that could use a bit of sprucing up.” Peter winked this time. Tyler’s heart fluttered.

“Sounds good, man! If you got any questions I’ll be over by the prize counter restocking.” Tyler was blushing.

Tyler returned to work restocking deck of cards, some crappy cheap plastic toys, and a couple of stuffed animals before Peter sauntered back over to the prize machine, laying his arm onto the counter and flexing his bicep in the process. “All right I did a once over and everything checked out, aside from one machine I hadn’t seen before. The panel was dusty when I opened it up and I managed to fix a few wires so it should work better than before… but I got to ask, did you always have that rocket pinball machine? I could have sworn it’s new.”

Tyler was taken aback. Again? The pinball machine was back again so soon? This was a first. “The boss likes me to bring it out on occasion, but I often forget to. Usually I bring it out when I know there won’t be many little tykes running about.”

“I see. Well, I was quite the pinball champion in my day. Since I still got time to kill, do you mind if I give it a shot?” Peter raised his eyebrows at Tyler.

Tyler quickly stuffed the plush teddy bear into the prize stand hastily. “I don’t mind at all. How about I watch you, ‘pinball champion’,” Tyler teased.

“Oh ho ho, is that a challenge?” Peter was grinning now, that competitive look was in his eyes.

“You bet,” Tyler chuckled.

After exchanging Peter’s change at the counter, Tyler had given him the single token needed to activate the machine. Peter dropped the tool belt off to the side of the machine. Rubbing his hands across the machine he was taking in the artwork and the type of pinball machine it was to get a better idea at how to score more points. There was a science to it in Peter’s book.

“As I was saying,” Tyler said, “you only get one shot at this machine so don’t blow it. As you get the ball into the cockpit you’ll increase the fuel meter, causing the rocket to rise and blast off further into space. Got all that?” Peter nodded. “All right, let’s see how you do, buddy.”

“Can I make a bet with you before I begin?” Peter asked.

“Uh, sure, what’s the bet?” Tyler cocked his eyebrows.

“If I manage to win and get the highest score, I get to take you to dinner tonight.” Peter’s lips curled into a smirk.

Tyler’s soul left his body. First Porter and now Peter, whom he’d been admiring the past two years he’d been working here. This machine was a godsend. “Deal.” Tyler put out his hand as did Peter. The two shook on it. Peter moved his big hands over to the buttons and Tyler slid the token into the coin slot. Bursting to life, the machine lit up with all of its designs. Through the glass, the playing field lit up with its familiar images. The five rocket ships waited to be illuminated as did the bonus areas. However, in the gap of the moon phases Tyler noticed another spot that had appeared that he wasn’t too familiar with before. Maybe the machine was a bit rundown and Peter had fixed something he was unaware of. Nonetheless, Tyler was excited to see Peter play.

Immediately the pinball shot out and Peter expertly knew how to maneuver the machine as if he had played it before. Looks like he wasn’t lying about knowing his way around the machine. Tyler watched in amazement at how controlled Peter seemed to be able to make the pinball and how he seemed like he knew the ins and outs of the playing field. That would soon change when he started getting some higher scores though. Bouncing the ball on levers, Peter gazed around the playing field seeing where he wanted to aim the little metallic ball at.

“If you want things to open up you’ll need to get it into the cockpit first. Kind of like your starting up the rocket ship,” Tyler said.

Peter understood and with a straight shot, got it up into the railing that aimed it right into the cock pit. The machine whirred and made a blast off effect. Multi-colored stars lit up the playing field and the different galaxies appeared. Some swirled while others emitted brighter lights than others. While Peter was planning out where to score, Tyler looked over to the fueling meter. The numbers had activated unbeknown to Peter. Sitting on the low end of the spectrum was a 5 and on the high was an 8. Damn who knew Peter was carrying that tool with him. Tyler snickered at his own joke. Not before long did the first rocket ship emblem light up. In its navy blue lettering, the small penis was now visible with “Porn Star” written next to it. Much like Porter, Peter let out a chuckle.

“Porn Star? I already got that,” Peter looked over to Tyler and winked.

Soon Peter was about to get a bit bigger than the average porn star. The cargo shorts that already looked a bit tight on the big man strained in the front. A meaty bulge was coming into view as the zipper was become visible from its hidden confines behind the fabric. The big piece of man meat inside of Peter’s pants was growing heftier, much like the rest of him. Peter seemed to notice this, using one of his meaty hands to adjust himself. Even though his hand was large, the bulge came close to filling his palm. Those cargo shorts wouldn’t last too much longer Tyler thought. Not at the rate Peter started this game off at. Making a quick glance at the fuel meter, the new low number was at a solid 6.5 and the high was at a 9.5. Tyler was feeling a bit aroused now. Porter had reached around that size when he had gotten to the second goal. Peter had already reached near that and he had only made it to the first.

Peter began to aim his focus toward the multi-colored stars which he knocked out in no time. He even managed to hit three of them in one shot. His score continued to rise on the board. Two galaxies swirled with star dust coming out of them except one that was unlit.

“Should I aim for that one?” Peter asked without moving his eyes from the machine.

“Go for it,” Tyler said, now moving his hand over to Peter’s shoulders.

Peter wasted no time in activating the unlit purple galaxy which emitted its cosmic purple light. As the stardust scattered below the galaxy it spelled out the word “Horny”. As Tyler rubbed Peter’s shoulders he could tell Peter had grown a bit more sensitive to touch. Feeling up his muscles from his arms to wide back, Peter would let out a few noises of approval. The bulge in front also seemed to agree as it seemed to bounce and throb with anticipation. It still remained the same size though, but it made its presence quite clear.

“Here, watch this.” Peter motioned for Tyler to come over to the side of the machine in which he obeyed. Peter made another clear shot into the cockpit which gave him the celebratory noise from the machine. Above the first penis emblem was a second one, this one titled “Fuckstick” this one even bigger. Peter’s face contorted, knowing something felt a bit different now. He began to shift his feet until he decided to just take a wider stance to get more comfortable. The zipper of his cargo shorts had pulled themselves down now. Pushing out of the hole was a red pouch. His cargo shorts still remained buttoned but Peter felt a bit more relief now that whatever was going on down below had a bit more room now. Peter looked down and saw how obscene his bulge was looking in his shorts. He raised his eyebrow and tried to use one hand to push the bulge back into his shorts to zip it up, but the shorts had no such luck. The bulge kept bouncing back out, wanting to eat up as much room as it could. Tyler chuckled at the sight of Peter trying to multi-task.

“I didn’t know you were so big,” Tyler remarked.

“Neither did I,” Peter responded, confused as to why his bulge was looking bigger than usual and why he was feeling heavier down in the loins. Tyler knew though. The fuel meter had changed again to match Peter’s “new score”. Now on the low was an 8.5. No wonder why the bulge was looking too constricted. Peter was smuggling a cock the size of some men who were hard, and that’s only if they were above average to begin with. Now on the high was an 11. Damn he was already near a foot long. Tyler’s own cock began to fill out his employee shorts, but not to the degree as Peter. Now the asteroids had appeared with the shooting star glimmering above them, waiting to be hit. Peter was already at the twenty-thousand point mark before Tyler knew it. Now Peter’s skills were put to the test. Hitting the shooting star wasn’t as easy as he expected it to be. He kept crashing into the asteroids so much that the pinball kept ricocheting off to the phases of the moon. From all of his failed attempts, the moons had all been hitting spelling out “L E T S L E A K”. Biting his lip, the red pouch where his penis was coiled up inside of grew into a maroon shade now. Finally, Peter managed to sneak the ball past the asteroids and hit the shooting star. “Big Boy” lit up underneath the star. Two changes real close to one another. Peter’s bulge expanded further. If Peter had hoped to get his bulge back into his shorts before, he needed to abandon that dream right now.

The zipper remained underneath the hefty bulge now getting crushed by the maroon cloth. As his penis continued to engorge and grow fatter, the buttons on his cargo shorts finally undid themselves. The front side of his shorts were being pushed down by the growing bulge but was still being held up by the belt that he wore around his waist. Tyler was treated to the lovely sight that Peter was wearing a jockstrap, as the strap could be seen a little bit on his waist. Thankfully his ass was keeping up his shorts alongside his belt as extra reinforcement. Now the changes were definitely noticeable to Peter.

“My junk has never felt so big in my life. I don’t know what’s happening to me but I don’t want it to stop!” Peter groaned as he shifted his weight, causing the bulge to bob and bounce. Each time Peter was going to try to cop of a feel of his bulge he’d have to repositioned his hand to the buttons as the pesky ball threatened to drop down the center. Tyler moved on over to get a better look at the bulge. How badly he wanted to rub his face against it and suck on the clothed penis. Feeling the warmth that it emitted. Tyler was now fully hard. Compared to Porter, Porter had just welcomed the changes as if they had always been. Peter must have been one of the couple of guys that knew something was off. To be exact, Peter was the third, The two other men who realized something was off both lost at Fuckstick. Who knew how much further Peter would get. Tyler was half paying attention when he heard the familiar blast off sound. Now the third penis emblem lit up with “Donkey Dick”.

Peter laughed. “That’s what they used to call me in college.” That delicious looking red bulge grew even bigger. Even though the bulge managed to find a way out of its original confines, Peter’s actual piece of man meat hadn’t. Growing too large for the pouch, a couple inches of the cock’s root exposed itself, coming from a trimmed forest of black hair at Peter’s Groin. The outline of his penis’ head could be seen aiming toward the floor as his penis continued to inch itself a bit larger. The fabric began to grow more maroon in color with some pre-cum managing to leak out through the cloth where the head was at. Peter widened his stance again as two big balls began to grow and fill up the pouch alongside his man meat. He looked ridiculous.

Peter growled, “I definitely felt it this time. I don’t know what this game is doing to me but I like it. I wanna get bigger,” Peter’s face was fully concentrated now. Tyler was grinning like a school girl on the inside. Just to tease Peter, Tyler rubbed his hand against the head of his cock, feeling the wetness of the pouch. Peter grunted in response. Tyler didn’t want to mess up his game so he stopped and returned to his position next to him. Looking over to the fuel meter Tyler understood how Peter felt the newest growth. The low portion of the meter was now at 9.5. Nearly a ten inch softie just like Porter. Unlike Porter however, the high end of the fuel meter reached an outstanding 13.5. Tyler’s mouth dropped.

All the areas had pretty much been hit except for that one little darkened image in between the two moon phases which now showed itself. Tyler was intrigued to see what that was. Peter saw the image blink so he shifted his focus over to it. With each hit, the image seemed to blink a bit brighter until it emerged itself as twin satellites, looking much like pecs. When the two satellites were fully lit, they made a beeping sound which illuminated the word “Hardwired” underneath. Once again Peter shifted uncomfortably, but it wasn’t because of the bulge in between his legs. No, another change began to occur in his body. It was subtle at first, but the brown work shirt he was wearing got a bit snug around his chest. Tyler watched as the man’s chest grew wider and larger, pushing up against the fabric causing his chest hairs to appear out the top of the open shirt. The top of his shirt seemed to rip a little bit as the twin peaks bulged further, rounding out a little bit. Pushing hard against the fabric were two nipples which seemed to grow a bit longer and fatter, like nubs. Peter moaned each time he had to move quickly, causing his nipples to rub against his brown shirt each time. His nipples had grown more sensitive and held up to the phrase underneath the satellites. With each passing movement that caused his nipples to rub against his shirt. Peter would moan or whimper, his cock head leaking pre-cum even more. His nipples were now hardwired to his cock.

Just for fun, Tyler reached over and squeezed one of the thick nubs. Peter opened his mouth and let out a, “UGHH”, causing his knees to buck and his head to slouch onto his shoulders. His cock throbbed and twitched in response. Peter had a pretty broad chest before, but now they looked like two large melons fighting for space in his now too small shirt, much like his cock and balls were fighting for space in his pouch. Tyler found it a bit funny but sexy each time his chest bounced and bobbed with his movements, looking more like pec tits. It took a couple more attempts this time since Peter was getting a bit overstimulated by his newly sensitive body, but he got the pinball back into the cockpit. A louder blast off effect surrounded the room. Peter sighed in relief at managing to get it into the cockpit, giving him a few moments of safety. He grabbed at his waistband of his jockstrap and pulled it up higher. He watched his newly grown cock bounce. He was loving it.

As the fourth penis emblem lit up, the larger penis appeared with the text “Monster Cock”. Giving Peter no time to react, the ball shot back down and Peter was back in the game. He however felt more tugging at his groin. Gritting his teeth Peter could feel the pressure of his jock’s waistband digging into his waist. The weight of the pouch was getting to become too much and there was no more space. The cock continued to swell until finally the strap around his waist busted, freeing the enormous meat. It rested atop two large balls to match. Now that his underwear was ruined, Peter just let his long cock hang free as it aimed toward the carpet floor. Having just been really familiar with Porter’s cock, Tyler knew Peter had grown even bigger. Peter shook his hips, feeling the large weight of his cock smack against his thighs.

Beaming with excitement, Peter let his cock thwack continuously, “Now this is what I call a monster cock! Fuck, it feels amazing being so huge. Having a monster! Come feel it,” Peter motioned for Tyler to get down on his knees and feel the fleshy leviathan. Tyler quickly obliged, running his hand across the large expanse of flesh, feeling how smooth it was yet how thick it felt. Just as he thought, it was warm to the touch. Tyler was ready to stick the swollen head into his mouth before the machine blasted out trumpet sounds. Peter was taken aback thinking he had maxed out his score at forty-thousand. His cock accidentally slapped Tyler in the face and man was it heavy. Averting his attention back to the machine while Tyler got back up to stand beside him, the playing field changed as a large UFO appeared.

“No one has ever beaten the boss level before,” Tyler gasped.

“No one? You’re going to wish you ate those words when I finish beating it,” Peter was more feral now. Desire filled his eyes like Porter. He was a man on a mission. Tyler didn’t know what actually came after the boss battle but he was really curious. Looking at the fuel meter, the low number was at 11, just a bit bigger than Porter. But now the large number was even bigger. A flashing 15.5 shone at the top. Although only an inch longer, there was a big difference visually. Peter’s cock looked so much bigger and heavier, with even larger bull balls to match. Tyler knew Peter said he was a master at pinball machines, but he knew this is where the fun ended. Peter however wasn’t ready to admit defeat. Learning from his mistakes the first time with the asteroids, he managed to manipulate them in controlling the pinballs movements. Using some diagonal hits to the ball, he managed to knock out the lights one by one. One light then a second then a third and now a fourth. Tyler’s eyes lit up. Could he actually do it?

Peter was in deep concentration now. His eyes were on the prize, sweat dripping down his brow. His mouth was dry not even wanting to gulp in case he would lose concentration and let the ball fall. Now some stars began to move horizontally trying to block the balls path from hitting the lights. Using the stars movement to his advantage, Peter managed to bounce the ball on the star as it moved on its movement path knocking down two more lights. Tyler cheered seeing that Peter only needed two more lights to go.

“I’m gonna do it! Then you better clear your schedule for later when I take you out,” Peter said fiercely.

“You got it big man,” Tyler whispered into his ear.

Peter was invigorated now. Trying a little tricky diagonal hit, he managed to get another of the blinking lights to go out. Peter let out a satisfied “Hmph” as a victory. One more to go. This one fortunately was in the middle which meant either you hit the button, or had the ball get hit straight down the center ending the game. The music of the machine grew louder into some synthwave to signify the battle was heating up. With one light to go, Peter knew he couldn’t mess it up. Smashing the buttons with his thumb he had a continuous battle with the moving star that seemed to want to block every opening and the asteroids that made it a pain to even reach the UFO in the first place. There were a couple close calls, especially one where the ball barely touched the tip of the lever but Peter used enough force to toss it back up. In that toss up though, was the winning shot, shooting straight up and hitting a couple asteroids it bounced back like a ping pong ball before landing onto the star which caused it to bounce. On its third bounce, the pinball had hit the final blinking button. The pixelated UFO began to shatter and blow up, causing the asteroids to become destroyed. Replacing the asteroids were more colorful stars. As the ball fell, Peter hit the stars to rack up even more points. With the boss defeated and a new high score of fifty-thousand points, the machine whirred and seemed to shake as a final blast off rang through Tyler and Peter’s ears. Above the four previously lit penises the fifth light was turning on. A giant penis, bigger than the other four combined, lit up with a crown around the head of the mighty cock. The gold text next to it flashed “King Cobra”.

Peter began to shake and huff, his body feeling the changes. Looking down the monster cock continued to lengthen and slide down his thigh until it eventually reached his knees before stopping. The head plumped up a bit larger turning it into a fat mushroom head. The rest of the shaft followed behind, but the head of his dick still remained slightly thicker than the rest. His two bull balls grew fatter until the size of really large softballs. Out in full display, there was no way Peter could stuff that snake back into his shorts. Tyler took a final glance at the fuel meter and gasped. The low? 13. As for the high? A jawdropping 18.5. Peter was panting now, and gripping onto the machine. In the flashy text of the score board, the pinball machine displayed “Winner! Blast Off!”. Peter’s cock began to inflate even bigger, rising to its full potential. It continued to rise up, filling with blood. 14 inches and then 15. It continued to rise higher and higher, now getting stuck under the machine. Peter had to pull himself away so his cock would get unstuck. 16 inches and now 17. The drooling cock head spitting out pre-cum continuously as it rose up and against his brown work shirt, aimed at the bottom of his pec-tits. A full 18.5 inches.

Peter decided to call out from work that day saying he wasn’t feeling well. They had another handyman on call so they told him he could go home and get some rest. Since Peter had won the bet, Tyler and him had planned to go out to dinner that night. Finding a way to get Peter’s king cobra into some clothes was a bit of a struggle. Tyler still had about two hours before needing to open up the arcade so he went out to the nearest thrift store, grabbing some baggy pants for Peter. Upon his return, Peter was using both of his meaty hands to stroke his giant monster. Even with his large hands, he couldn’t encompass the girth. Peter had grown bigger than Tyler though. For the pants, they hung to his ass tightly, but gave his cock room to point down the left leg.

“I don’t know what you did to me today, but I loved every moment of it,” Peter said before pushing his lips onto Tyler’s.

“Well, it wasn’t actually me. It was the machine,” Tyler pointed toward the machine but noticed it had vanished again. Peter looked at the machine’s direction and saw it was now gone too. Confused, Tyler decided to spill what he knew about the machine to Peter. Peter was amazed just as Tyler had been when he had first come across it, but Peter didn’t care what type of magic or cosmic force it actually had to grow his cock. He loved being the big daddy guys would seek out to meet up with and hook up with, but now, he was a true piece of prime beef with an extra bonus of monster cock slabbed meat to go along with it.

Tyler and Peter met up again later in the evening. They had texted throughout Tyler’s shift that day. Peter would continuously send texts to Tyler about what he was up to with his new monster cock and even sent photos of him in the dressing room at some stores he was visiting for his new wardrobe he was in dire need of. Each photo looked as ridiculous as the last. No matter how many times he saw the bulge in Peter’s pants in whatever he tried on, it was like seeing it for the first time to Tyler. He awaited every little ding from his phone just to check out what Peter was up to. Time seemed to move slowly until he was finally off the clock. Peter showed up at closing time wearing a nice suit and some new slacks, a bouquet of flowers in hand. The slacks were black which helped hide the monstrous bulge lurking inside. As for his shirt, it was looking a bit too small. Peter’s chest still bulged out dangerously against the suit. Looking closely, Tyler could see the twin nubs for nipples pushing against the fabric still. They had to make themselves known.

Dinner was great! Tyler and Peter decided to eat at a steak restaurant that had received good reviews. The two talked about their interests and stuff. Peter got Tyler to laugh a couple times. Some of the other customers and even the waiter was checking out the beefy handsome daddy in front of Tyler. Tyler was all giddy knowing that Peter was all his for the taking. On the car ride home Tyler couldn’t resist stroking Peter’s groin in the car. Peter’s leg seemed to grow fatter until Tyler just realized that was the pant leg that Peter was sticking his cock into and that it was now getting aroused. The two could barely keep their hands off of each other once inside of Peter’s apartment. Tyler was thrown onto the couch as Peter began to undo his tie. He needed a bit of help getting the shirt off of his large shoulders and now larger chest. Tyler enjoyed the view of the furry muscled man with the large chest. A hair trail went up over his soft tummy and to his chest. Both large nipple nubs standing out proudly. Tyler shucked off his own shirt to reveal his own toned build.

Making out in front of the television, Tyler groped Peter’s slacks and felt the large snake threatening to burst a seam. Peter quickly stood up and had Tyler help pull the slacks off. He had gone commando since no underwear was able to fit him. He had to make a special order at the place for custom underwear that would fit his size. Tyler laughed at that prospect when Peter told him over dinner, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. With Peter on top of Tyler he began to rub his monster across Tyler’s stomach. Peter planted kisses across his stomach trailing him up to his lips. With his large hand, Peter pulled off Tyler’s pants, exposing his six inch dick. Peter pressed his large monster against Tyler’s cock. The two laughed in disbelief at how comical it looked. Tyler on the cusp of human average and Peter on the cusp of being like a god. Peter’s cock head was still pretty leaky, as different little trails were found on the couch. Using some lube that Peter had, Tyler began to lube up his hole, using Peter’s pre-cum too as extra. Peter’s cock head was much larger than Porter’s but Tyler felt like he could take it. Positioning the cock head at Tyler’s hole Tyler could feel the heat of the head as it was twice as large as his hole. Peter with a slow push made his way inside of Tyler. Tyler gripped at the couch, clawing it much like a cat throwing his head back and moaning, unable to get a word out as the head nestled itself inside of him. This was going to be harder than Porter.

Luckily, Peter was very patient even if his cock wasn’t. He would gauge Tyler’s reactions to see when too much was too much and when to let Tyler adjust. It was a slow process but neither of the two mined it. Gradually over the next thirty minutes, Tyler got about eight of Peter’s inches inside of him. He felt the large head pushing and grinding against his prostate. Having had the time to adjust to the girth of the monster, Tyler turned around and began to ride Peter. Tyler had never felt so great in his life. This was truly the best fuck he’d ever had. Mixing Peter’s experience and monstrously big dick, it was heaven. Tyler tugged at the inviting nipples that seemed to piston forward. He felt the cock inside of him twitch and impale itself deeper while Peter threw his head back. As Tyler continued to play with his nipples which were hardwired with Peter’s dick, his hole managed to suck in about a foot of cock. Six and a half more inches still waited for entry. Tyler couldn’t imagine how much pleasure it felt to have such a monster dong. Peter was hung bigger than two porn stars combined! Pushing himself past his limits he managed to take in about two more inches. Fifteen inches of man cock rested inside him. This was as far as Tyler could go and Peter knew it.

Developing a synchronized rhythm, the two of them had sex for what felt like hours. Peter hadn’t blown his load at all today, not even after he had won the pinball machine. It was near two in the morning when Tyler felt Peter’s balls rise and swell larger. Peter quickened his paste. Tyler who had already came about three times already was ready to unleash another load. Together, the two of them yelled as they came. Peter pulled Tyler in close, giving Tyler a face full of pec tits. Tyler bit down on one of the nipples feeling the cock inside him twitch and spasm more as spunk began to shoot and leak out of his ass. The force of Peter coming was so strong it couldn’t stay all up inside of Tyler. Finally pulling out, Tyler remained in Peter’s embrace as the little spoon, with Peter’s cock nestled between in his cheeks.

Tyler and Peter had become quite the lovers which Tyler had to thank the pinball machine for. Without it, who knew what might have happened between both him and Peter. Or if anything would have happened at all. Whatever the case, Tyler was happy with his new daddy boyfriend. As for Porter, Tyler had run into him a couple times at the gym. He was easily seduced by all sorts of twinks, bears, twunks, muscle bulls, and whatever other type of man could get their ass on top of his legendary pole. There was always a line out in front of the sauna. Whenever Porter would run into Tyler they’d greet each other and Porter would give him a hello kiss. Remember that twink from earlier that worked at the gym’s front desk? He and Porter were an item now! But they have an open relationship due to Porter needing his balls drained constantly.

That wasn’t the only time Tyler had run into Porter though. Porter had brought some gym jocks over to the arcade. Each just like him had goofy smiles and would try to show off to one another while playing the games. Porter had asked if that pinball machine was still working and surprisingly enough, it was. His gym buddies each had a go with the machine. Like Porter, they seemed to be unaware of the changes but didn’t mind. Porter’s friend George, a twunky white guy ended up with a 9 inch dick and a leaky bonus. He didn’t do too good. Ken, a Korean muscle bear did better and ended up with a girthy 12 incher and the hardwired bonus. His pec tits sat lusciously above his ball gut. Lastly, Marco the tall beefy Latino ended up with the highest score amongst the three, landing him with a 15 inch club and big balls to assist his horny bonus. The four of them ruled the gym and threw many locker-room parties.

Still, no one ever beat the boss besides Peter, who had the highest score above all, and of course, the biggest king cobra of all.