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Part 1

The three of us are in my Jeep driving up to the mountains. It took us nearly an hour just to get out of the city due to the heavy traffic, but now we were cruising along free of the bulk of the traffic. Now that we’re clear of the mountains I don’t need to focus so hard on the road and take a look around. My boyfriend, Dakota, is reclined in the passenger seat gently dozing. His large hairy muscular chest showing from the gaps in his loose tank top. The bottom of his soft belly sticking out slightly from the bottom of the tank top where it had begun to ride up. I grinned slightly to myself as I turned back to the road, picturing some of the things he was going to do to me when we got into the cabin tonight. The bear of a man has a fantastic personality and had a nice fat cock to go with it.

Glancing into the rearview mirror at the backseat I see my roommate and occasional fuckbuddy, Zack, reading one of his schoolbooks. I had graduated a couple years ago, but Zack was still finishing up his last year. He may be shorter than either Dakota or myself, but Zack was way more muscular. He spent almost every evening in the gym, so his muscles were understandably large. Despite that though, he was a voracious bottom in bed. More than once he’s ridden my cock when he didn’t feel like going out, not that I minded fucking his tight ass.

Dakota had a bit of a kinky streak but had wanted to keep our bedroom activities to just us so far. It had taken some convincing, but finally he agreed to let Zack join us though he had some conditions. Namely that the whole weekend Zack and I were going to be his personal toys. The thought of it excited me, especially since it meant I stood a decent chance at getting to top Zack at least once.

Shit. I can feel my cock getting hard in my hiking shorts. It was going to make it uncomfortable for the rest of the drive. I try to focus on the drive, but my right hand drifts down to the front of my shorts, kneading my bulge while I keep my left hand on the wheel. I glance nervously over at Dakota and Zack, but neither notice me. I know I won’t be able to get off while driving, but even just edging myself a bit is helping me focus. I continue driving down the road for another 15 minutes, gently rubbing myself through my shorts the whole time. Then I give a jump as I feel another hand down there. Taking a quick glance down, I see Zack’s hand on my bulge, giving it a quick squeeze. I turn and look back at him, he’s leaning forward. His eyes meet mine and he puts a finger up to his lips and gives me a sly wink.

I give him a grin, shifting my hips forward a bit and spreading my legs to give him more access. I look back to the road, focusing on keeping the car straight. I feel Zack pull my zipper down and his hand dig into my fly and grip my cock through the pouch of my jockstrap. He slides his hand up and down my shaft through the rough fabric of my jock. I can feel my cock pulse and leak some precum into the fabric. Zack knows the spots and his skilled fingers hit the right spot just under my head and I have to clamp my mouth shut to suppress the moan. I pull into the right lane, keeping the car steady as my breathing starts to become heavier. Dakota shifts a bit and Zack pulls his hand out of my shorts, sliding back into the back seat. I grunt a little in frustration, being so close to cumming but getting denied. We’re almost to the trailhead, so maybe I can find a quiet spot to finish myself off before we start the hike to the cabin.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull off the road and into the gravel parking lot at the trailhead. This late in the season, there are only a couple other cars in the lot. The fall colors have already come and gone, and most of the trees are bare. This would probably be the last trip for us this year, before the risk of heavy snows became too great. This was a new cabin rental I found; it was very cheap but remote. I really wanted the remote part, as it was good to disconnect from the world every now and then. Dakota was awake and out of the car as soon as I stopped. He bolted towards the woods, looking for a bit of cover to take a piss. Zack and I started pulling the backpacks out of the trunk, loaded with enough supplies to get us through the weekend. Zack gives my cock a couple quick squeezes while Dakota’s away. Just enough to tease me and make me leak some more into my jock.

I can hear the crunch of Dakota’s boots as he walks back across the parking lot. I quickly bat Zack’s hand away as I grab my backpack, trying to be nonchalant about the obvious hardon in my shorts. Zack grabs his bag and starts over towards the trailhead, giving me a quick wink. Dakota comes over, wrapping his arm possessively around my waist and giving me a deep kiss, his tongue teasing at my lips briefly before he pulls away.

“Come on Cameron, let’s get a move on,” Dakota says as he pulls on his backpack. “We’ve only got a couple hours of light left, and you said the cabin was a couple miles up the trail.”

“Right, the trail isn’t supposed to be too hard. So, we’ll have plenty of time.” I grab my bag, taking a quick moment to make sure everything is still packaged securely. I especially check one of the side pouches to make sure the two containers of lube I brought haven’t spilled. They’re special tubes of lube I picked up from one of Dakota’s friends. He told me they have some extra special properties that will enhance experience this weekend. He refused to elaborate on the specifics, but he had a knowing grin as he handed me the bottles.

I pull my backpack on and follow the other two, as we start onto the trail. I pull out the trail map and double check the route as we hike along. We make some casual conversation as we go, but I can’t help but stare at Zack’s ass in front of me. It’s been a few months since I got to top and the thought of working my meat between those cheeks was proving very distracting. I reach down and adjust my hardon in my shorts. After an hour or so, we can see the cabin through the trees, though the trail looks to be taking a winding route to get to it.

“I’m just going to cut through,” Zack says as he steps off the trail. “It’s starting to get dark and I don’t want to have to try to get unpacked without any light.” Before I can say anything, he’s trudging through the fallen leaves and underbrush.

I look at Dakota and he just shrugs at me, then steps off the trail himself to follow Zack. I roll my eyes and sigh, following the others. Up front I see Zack trip and stumble a bit and a small glint of light catches my eye momentarily. Zack seems to recover, but he’s stopped. Dakota and I catch up to him.

“Are you okay?” Dakota asks.

“Yea, just a stubbed toe,” Zack responds while checking out his foot. “Just tripped on a pile of rocks there. Guess I didn’t see them.”

I look around and see a few scattered rocks on top of the leaves. A few other small piles of rocks are nearby in a rough circle. There’s a strange shift in pressure in the air and a chilly wind rustles the branches of the trees above us. Looking up, I can see some dark clouds outlined in the orange light of the setting sun.

I speak up, “Looks like there might be a storm coming in. Let’s get inside before it starts up.”

The other two agree with me and we finish hiking through the underbrush to the small clearing around the cabin. We head inside and set down our packs. The cabin is simply furnished with some rustic styled wooden chairs and sofas in the main room. A small kitchen area sits in one corner and the door to the bathroom sits along the far wall. A series of stairs goes up to a small lofted area where the bedroom is. A large stone fireplace hearth dominates the back wall of the main room. Dakota walks over to the fireplace and begins to build a fire, eager to get it going before it gets too dark. He asks Zack to go grab some extra logs from the woodpile outside, while I move over to the kitchen area to unpack the food we brought.

I start cooking some dinner for us while the others finish getting everything set up. I make a simple pasta dish with some seared chicken on the small gas-powered stove and soon the cabin is filled with the delightful smells of the cooking food. I can see Dakota out of the corner of my eyes hanging around the edge of the kitchen, a bit of anxious hunger in his eyes. I plate up the food and we all chow down on it, too hungry from our hike today to do much talking during the meal.

As we finish, Dakota leans back in his chair and unbuttons his jeans. He reaches in, pulling his cock out and gives it a few quick strokes. He looks at the two of us with a smirk, clearly already wanting to get tonight’s activities kicked off. He stands up, his 8-inch cock flopping against the table as he begins to strip.

“First rule for the rest of the weekend.” Dakota’s voice took on a commanding timbre as he spoke. “You must be nude unless I say otherwise.” A strange charge in the air forms as he speaks, and a distant rumble of thunder punctuates his sentence.

Zack and I exchange a nervous glance, but even Dakota seems caught off guard by the coincidence. Still, Zack and I decide to play the part of the submissive sex toys and stand up, pulling our shirts off over our heads. I shake my head, shifting my hair to one side, giving Dakota a sultry look. A look I know will drive him wild. I let my fingers trail down my chest, running through the dusting of hair between my firm pecs and following the trail of fur down to the waistband of my shorts. Out of the corner of my eye I see Zack has already finished stripping, his 4-inch cock curving up and to the right from the thick bush of pubic hair. I turn around, as I unbutton and slide my shorts off. My ass is exposed to Dakota, framed by my black jockstrap. I yelp as Dakota gives my ass a hard smack followed by a quick squeeze. I look back into Dakota’s eyes and slip my jockstrap off as he leans in to give me a quick kiss. I try to kiss him more deeply, but he pulls away.

“Now now, none of that yet. You two are certainly willing enough, but a proper toy needs to be a bit more desperate to please me.” Dakota walks over to my backpack and pulls out the special bottles of lube. “Now, both of you, sit on the couch.”

As we move and sit next to each other on the coach, Dakota sits down opposite us in the chair gently stroking his cock. He checks the labels on them and tosses one over to me, keeping the other for himself. “Now toys, take that lube and slick up your cocks, then start jacking off for me.”

I give him a quizzical look but pop the cap open on the bottle and squeeze a bit into my hand. The lube feels warm and gives a slight tingle to my hand as I spread it onto my fingers. I reach over with my lubed hand and smear it onto Zack’s cock, stroking his little hardon with the lube. I squeeze another dollop of lube into Zack’s hand and he reaches down and begins stroking my own 6-inch cock. As soon as the lube touches my hard member, I feel a surge of heat run throughout my cock and into my balls. I can feel myself becoming hornier at the mere contact.

Both Zack and I begin stroking one another’s cocks, each feeling eager to please the others’ cock. Dakota is still sitting there, his cock slick with his own lube as he strokes it slowly, relishing the pleasure. I want to slow down a bit to relish the pleasure and match Dakota’s pace, but Zack is intent on stroking my cock faster and faster. The horniness clouds my thoughts a bit, my desires focused on Zack’s cock. My cock feels so much more sensitive than usual, the pleasure building on itself. I can my climax approaching, my balls pulling up tight against my body. I gasp and moan, and right when I feel like I’m about to shoot, my cock and balls just start feeling an intense heat. It isn’t painful, but the heat surges through my cock. Zack starts moaning and panting as well, and I figure his own cock is feeling the heat.

We both keep stroking, desperate to feel some sort of release, but instead the heat remains, amplifying the sensitivity of our cocks. It feels like I’m trapped right on the verge of the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, but I can’t seem to make it over the edge. I release Zack’s cock to grab my own. Using every trick, every sensitive spot on my body to try to make myself cum. I’m pinching my nipples and playing with my hole, but nothing seems to be able to send me over the edge.

Zack is beside me squirming and moaning, several of his fingers crammed into his hole while he jacks his cock like a madman. Dakota has stripped off across the room, running his fingers languidly across the shaft of his cock. He walks across the room to us and pulls my hand away from my cock. I’m panting, completely out of breath. He grabs my cock and puts the head up against the head of his own cock. The heat and pleasure running through my cock reach a fever pitch as I feel a tugging sensation on my cock. I watch in shock as my cock looks to be getting shorter while Dakota’s grows bigger. I shake my head, convinced I must be seeing things, but it gets smaller and smaller. When there is nothing but the head of my cock left, Dakota pulls away. My balls pull up tight, the skin stretching over my crotch and the mass inside shifting and merging. Soon I’m left with a smooth mannequin-like bulge where my cock was. I am freaking out a bit, but the intensity of the horniness from the denied orgasm clouds my thoughts. My feelings are muted by it somehow.

Zack seems to have been so wrapped up in his own stroking he didn’t even notice what happened to me. Dakota steps over and grabs Zack’s cock and presses the head against his. I can see his eyes go out of focus as the pleasure overwhelms his mind. His cock is already half-gone before he’s able to focus enough for him to even notice his cock is shrinking. His eyes go wide in surprise and he looks into Dakota’s face, who grins widely back down at him. Zack looks to me and notices my bulge and meets my gaze with a panicked look on his face.

Dakota pulls away from Zack, a massive 12-inch cock hanging off his body. “There we go. Now you’ll both be better able to service me and focus on my needs. And don’t worry, it’ll wear off in a couple of days.” Despite his assurances, I still worry a little before the horniness of being able to worship such a magnificent dick take over.

As he says that he takes his huge schlong and presses the head against Zack’s asshole. Zack’s body seems to relax into it as he shudders in pleasure, taking the big dick without the slightest hint of pain. In fact, he seems completely out of it, his mind overwhelmed with pleasure. I admit I feel a bit of jealousy at watching the pleasure on Zacks’ face. I rub my own bulge, which does feel nice in its own way, though nowhere near as nice as if I had a cock to jack.

I get to my feet shakily, and take one of Dakota’s nipples into my mouth, sucking and nipping at it with my teeth. My hands run through the thick pelt of hair on his chest as he pounds Zack’s hole. I see his eyes gently closing, as his lips twitch a bit. His mouth opens as a low moan escapes from his throat. With a great shuddering moan, he begins to cum. Almost immediately though, a concerned look crosses his face. I look down and see Dakota buried to the hilt in Zack’s ass, but Zack’s previously smooth bulge is pushing outwards, the clear shape of a cockhead forming. Within moments a full 12-inch cock has grown out of Zack’s crotch as Dakota staggers back, now cockless. Dakota’s balls are already pulling tight and forming a smooth bulge.

“Well that wasn’t supposed to happen,” Dakota starts, “It was only supposed to be the two of you that would be bulged. And it was only supposed to be the one transfer. Fuck, did they give you the wrong lube?”

“How does lube even do stuff like this anyways?” I ask, still eyeing Zack’s massive dick.

“I know a guy who does a bit of magic. Told me about his new Bulge Boi formula, and I thought it’d be hot to have a couple insatiable bottoms to fuck all weekend. Mine was just meant to boost my sex drive and cum production so I could keep going all weekend.”

Zack speaks up as he rubs his huge cock. “I mean, this is neat and all, but what the fuck am I going to do with this?”

“Listen, we’ll just go see my guy and get this all sorted out.”

“There’s no way we’d make it back in the dark during a storm. We’re going to have to wait for the morning,” I say as I glance out the window. This far from civilization there’s no light at all and the clouds from the storm obscure any light from the moon that might be showing.

As I turn around, Zack has pulled on his briefs trying to hide the massive hardon. The two of them seem to be trying to hide their horniness as they process the changes. Though from the furtive glances they’re giving each other and me, I don’t think we’ll hold out for long. Already I can feel all my latent horniness bubbling up inside of me, wanting to break free and pleasure cock. Any cock really, but since there’s only one within miles, all my focus is going towards Zack. It’s going to be a long night.

Part 2

I wander away from the couch, gravitating towards the kitchen area. I try to busy myself cleaning up the dishes from dinner, hoping to distract myself. Getting edged and denied a couple times today already had me feeling very frisky. Combined with whatever Dakota did to my cock is making it very difficult to focus on anything except sex. We had played with chastity a bit a couple months ago, and already I can feel that same sort of constant horniness as if I’d been locked up for a week.

I’m so lost in thought that I jump a little when I feel arms wrapping around my chest from behind. I feel soft lips and scruff against my neck as I feel some gentle kisses against my skin. I turn my head slightly and see Dakota there, and I pull him in for a quick kiss. I clean off my hands hurriedly, while Dakota continues his seductive kisses along my neck and shoulders. I turn around and pull him into a deep embrace, our mouths meeting. Our tongues dart in and out of each other’s mouths passionately. My hands roam across his hairy chest, feeling the solid muscle under his warm skin.

He presses his smooth bulge against mine and begins grinding them together. I shudder in pleasure, my head leaning back as a low groan escapes my lips. Without a cock to focus it, the pleasure spreads throughout my body. I can feel the pleasure building and a sensation like the build up to cumming but spread throughout my whole being. My mind is a little overwhelmed by it and it is hard to think about anything other than building more pleasure. I feel the need to cum, to get myself off, anything to release some of this build up. I have a death grip on Dakota’s shoulders as he continues to grind our bulges together.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, babe?” he says in a hoarse whisper.

His words give me something for my mind to latch on to. I had almost forgotten about everything around me, but he gave me a lifeline to focus on, bringing him back into focus. I manage to breathe out a soft “yeah…” as the pleasure continues to build. My knees go weak as the pleasure mounts. On and on it builds, far beyond the point where I would have normally cum. Dakota is leaning into me, his hot breath on my shoulder. His moans harmonizing with my own.

I’ve long since lost track of time, but eventually Dakota staggers backwards. My body still tingles with the echoes of the pleasure that I was feeling. I collapse to the floor as my legs finally give out. They feel like spaghetti, and I can barely move them. Dakota has flopped into one of the chairs, his legs splayed wide, his head leaning back to face towards the ceiling, and his eyes closed.

“Fuck, guys, that was so hot,” Zack says, breaking the silence. He’s standing off to one side, stroking his huge cock. His cock shines with precum on the tip and a light sheen of sweat covers his hairy body. “You guys look tired, but do you think you could help me with this?” He points down at his heavy dick.

I stare at it, my mouth watering just looking at it. I lick my lips subconsciously as my mind fills with thoughts of sucking and pleasuring that delectable dick. It hangs nearly to his knees, unable to stick upwards due to its sheer weight.

“I’ve been stroking for the better part of an hour just watching you guys go at it, but I couldn’t finish myself off.” Zack hefts his dick, giving it a few strokes, coaxing a heavy drop of precum to the tip. I can see him shudder in pleasure and give a frustrated groan. I struggle up to my hands and knees, not trusting my legs enough to try standing.

I crawl over to Zack, slowly. I balance myself against his legs and I shift up to my knees. Zack leans back against the back of the couch, his hands gripping the top of the coach to hold us up. I slide his dick into my mouth. As it slides into my willing mouth, I feel a surge of pleasure well up inside me. At once the pleasure is spread and indistinct, but at the same time I can feel a strange focus to it. The pleasure is radiating from the cock in my mouth, but at the same time there’s a strange feeling of familiarity to it. Though the cock in my mouth isn’t mine, it provides focus to the pleasure coursing through me. The further it pushes into me, the more my pleasure focuses and wraps around it.

Though I’d never been that great at deep throating, I just kept pushing up until my nose was buried in his thick bush. I could feel his dick in my throat, yet I didn’t even struggle to get it down there. And now it was there, I didn’t seem to be struggling to breathe. I slid back, letting it come back out of my throat, and then back down again. Fucking my face onto his massive dick, I feel my throat opening up to accept his girth more easily. Long strands of spit hang from his dick as I let it out of my mouth to grab a quick breath.

My rest is short as Zack grabs the back of my head and rams his dick back down into my throat. His movements are sharp and desperate, his frustrated groans growing in intensity. I run my hands up his legs, moving to cup his balls. I hesitate though, his balls aren’t there. A flat expanse of skin sits below his dick, a slight bulge to it before it curves beneath him towards his hole. Even as he pounds my throat I realize that though he got the massive dick from Dakota, no corresponding balls grew back with it.

Just as I think this might be the reason for Zack’s difficulty to cum his breathing becomes labored and he croaks out “I’m gonna c—” as his cock seems to swell in size in my throat. He slams it down to the base into my mouth. “Wait. N-no no no no no!” The pleasure emanating from his dick grows in intensity, and I can feel it concentrating down into his cock. All my pleasure focused into something that isn’t even a part of me. Then suddenly there’s an abrupt shift in the pleasure. The dick in my mouth is gone, and I shift forward from the sudden lack of support falling into Zack’s smooth crotch.

The pleasure is running through my body, and I feel hot, like I have a fever. The heat starts growing in intensity, spreading but coming up to the surface of my skin. It feels white hot as I pant and shudder. The pleasure begins to coalesce in my crotch, a searing heat emanating from my bulge. I feel a hand run across my shoulder and I moan as intense, almost painful pleasure radiates from that spot. The heat and pleasure shifts away from my bulge, spreading back out, following the hands running along my skin. There are more now. It is hard to focus on any one hand, but there must be more than just two.

The heat and pleasure come to a crescendo, and suddenly I feel an orgasm rip through me. More intense than anything I’ve ever felt, it courses through my entire body. Every finger, every toe, alight with pure pleasure. I’m losing myself in the pleasure as to flows like a torrent through me. I hear a voice though calling out, “Cameron!” I latch onto that voice like a life preserver and hang onto it for dear life. Eventually the pleasure begins to fade, and the world comes back into focus. I can see Dakota and Zack kneeling over me.

“Are you okay?” Dakota asks, a look of worry on his face.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine… I think.” I struggle a bit but manage to sit upright. The room spins a little as I get up, my hand slips a couple times on the wet floor beneath me. I take a second to just breathe while the room stabilizes. Once the room stops spinning, I take stock of myself. My body looks the same, no over signs of anything changing since beforehand. My cock is still gone, the hairy bulge remains in its place. I look over at Dakota and Zack, and they look about the same as before, though now Zack is dickless like the rest of us.

“How long was I out?” I ask as I slowly pull myself up, steadying myself on the back of the couch.

“Not long. Maybe a few seconds.” Zack replies, though he’s looking downward, refusing to meet my gaze. His cheeks look flush and he seems embarrassed about something.

I wipe my face off, I must have been drooling while I was out. My hand on my face feels oddly pleasant. I run my other hand across my chest, scratching an inch, but pause as a wave of pleasure radiates through my body. I do a little bit of a double take as I look at myself, then at Dakota, then Zack. “Guys, what happened with the cock?”

Both of them blush, looking downwards. Neither says anything for a couple seconds while they try to do anything but look me in the eyes.

“Is it in me?” They both nod in reply. “Okay, so what aren’t you telling me?”

Finally, Dakota breaks their silence. “Well, you started shooting cum out… and well… we could sorta feel it too.”

“Wait, what do you mean you could ‘feel’ it?” I look around, noticing the dampness on the floor and the couch around me and just how big the splatter is. I run my finger through a nearby glob, realizing that it’s a glob of cum. I stick it in my mouth, sucking it off my finger. I shudder in pleasure as the sensitivity of my finger. I hear a muffled moan come from Zack and look up at him quickly, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

“Well,” Dakota starts, looking a little flush, “as you started cumming, we did too. But more than that, we could feel through you. It was like you were our cock. And… uh, it still feels that way.”

“So, you mean that you can feel when I do… this,” I say as I gently pinch my nipple. I feel a surge of pleasure radiate from my nipple, but Zack moans, his knees going weak. Dakota’s lips go tight, and I can tell he’s fighting the moan he wants to make. I run my hand down my chest, letting my eyes close. The pleasure is intense, like rubbing the shaft of my cock but amplified a hundred times. I open my eyes and watch Dakota as I rub my chest and belly with both hands. The large bear visibly shivers and his mouth falls open as a deep, involuntary moan.

Dakota walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my body, letting out another moan at the touch. His hands roam across my back and chest, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He leans forward and starts making out with me, moaning into my mouth as the intense pleasure begins to overwhelm me. The intensity of the pleasure makes it hard to focus on anything. My knees go weak, and I fall into Dakota’s arms.

I feel another set of arms around me, as Zack’s arms encircle me from behind. The two hairy studs are rubbing me with their arms and rubbing their bodies against me. The intensity of the pleasure escalates and judging by the moans coming from the men on either side of me, they’re feeling the same thing. Our bodies are grinding against one another, everyone’s attention focused on me, rubbing me, and feeling my body. One hand cups my bare crotch, rubbing the smooth mound of flesh. It’s too much and a sensation like my balls are churning, but it’s coming from inside of me, deep inside my bulge.

Dakota pushes his bulge against mine like he did earlier, grinding it against me. The pleasure mounts higher and higher, but then there’s a strange heat from my bulge and as Dakota shifts his hips, I feel a tug. I’m pulled forward, further off-balance, and Dakota staggers backwards. I am pulled along with him, and we topple over. Dakota lands on his back, myself body landing on top. He continues rubbing my body, moaning beneath me. Zack is behind me, kneading my ass.

I can feel the pleasure hit a peak and all three of us moan, crying out in pleasure, as we hit a simultaneous orgasm. My head jerks back, my back arching, as I look towards the ceiling. Dakota’s strong arms are running up and down my sides in rapid strokes. I feel something rising up my throat, and suddenly hot cum is spewing from my mouth. It arcs several feet into the air before it lands loudly with a wet slapping sound on the floor of the cabin. Several more ropes of cum are launched from my mouth, going high into the air. Each rope goes a little shorter, until the last few dribble from my mouth, landing in Dakota’s beard beneath me.

I collapse breathlessly onto Dakota’s chest. We’re both breathing heavily. I can hear Zack’s heavy breathing somewhere behind me. I shift, pulling my chest away from Dakota’s but when I try to move my hips, they’re stuck. I shift to get as much space as I can, sucking in my gut a bit to look at our crotches. A smooth expanse of skin connects our bodies, the skin tones shifting and fading from my pale skin to Dakota’s olive skin.

“Umm babe…” Dakota starts, “can you get off me?”

“I don’t think I can. We’re sorta connected, see?” I feel a bit of a shift and there is a warm sensation in the skin between our bodies. I focus on it, and I can feel it shifting somehow. The heat becomes more intense, but I feel relieved as I watch our bulges start to separate. It takes a couple minutes, but soon we can pull ourselves completely apart. I stand upright, feeling almost normal. I wipe some of the cum away, and I feel a sense of relief as my skin feels more or less normal. No intense pleasure this time.

“I can’t feel you anymore,” Zack says. He rubs his own chest, letting his fingers play through the thick hair over his beefy muscles. “I don’t feel anything either.”

We both look over at Dakota, who is rubbing his bulge. As we watch his bulge pushes outwards, growing larger and becoming a thick tube of flesh. It becomes more detailed, as a distinct head forms, the skin at the top splits open as his foreskin forms. A thick vein forms along the underside, as the cock forms fully. It keeps growing, passing 12 inches, past 13 inches, and yet it keeps growing. Finally, it stops growing at a full 18 inches long. It is massive, much bigger than it was when Dakota first absorbed our length. Dakota marvels at the huge slab of meat and strokes it with a look of wonder on his face.

Then a confused look crosses his face. He keeps stroking, but then suddenly there is a pop and his dick comes free of his body. It topples out of his hand landing on the floor with a soft thud. We all look at one another shocked by what happened. Before Dakota or I can react, Zack runs over and grabs the cock off the floor. Then he runs into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. We can see him hold the huge dick to his crotch, and we can hear a thick stream of piss flowing and a deep sigh come from Zack. Dakota and I look at each other a little surprised, but then a bit of a knowing look crosses our faces.

“I’ve got next!” Dakota cries out quickly before I can say anything.


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