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Chas Angle strutted down the stairs of his new plantation house, gathered his
extra-long sweat shirt around his waist, climbed onto his cycle, and roared off
down the long driveway on his way to the Hornet's basketball stadium in downtown
New Orleans. He'd have to wear long sweat shirts like this when he wasn't
cruising or he's scare everyone he met on the street out of their wits with the
size of his gigantic basket.
He didn't think he'd have to face the life that Philippe had for a long time. He
was still young and virile in his own right. He wouldn't have to take life in
feeding yet to rejuvenate as Philippe did for years. He could enjoy his sex.
True, he'd have to feed occasionally to maintain the monster cock and ass canal
he'd inherited from being invested into the life of his now-replaced mentor, but
he'd just have to see how long he could go between feedings and still keep his
size.
But now there was some exploring and experimenting for him to do, and he knew
just where he wanted to start. That monster guard of the Hornet's basketball
team, that seven-foot-two giant Andre Harris, whose physique promised to match
the proportions of his height. Chas had gotten his nuts off while watching Andre
for two seasons. Chas had that front-row seat, where he could moon over Andre
and fanaticize about what the two of them could do together. And now, thanks to
his topping of Philippe, Chas was good to go with a low hanger and a deep hole
for weeks to come. It was time to make a play for Andre.
It wasn't as if they hadn't made eye contact before, and Chas had seen the
interest in Andre's eyes. And now Chas had those mesmerizing violet eyes that
Philippe's elixir had passed on to him.
So, there he was in the second half of the game, watching for his opportunity.
Down on the floor, they were trying to figure out a foul by someone other than
Andre near the end of the game, with the Hornets well in front on the score, and
Andre had time to look around the stands in boredom. His eyes passed over the
big blond guy in the front row who he'd seen and silently lusted after for the
last two seasons. His eyes zipped back to the man and to those violet eyes. He
hadn't remembered the man as having those violet eyes before. They pulled Andre
in, and then his gaze went down. The big blond was holding up his sweat shirt,
showing Andre his magnificent torso, with all of those nice tattoos and the
rings in a nipple and his navel, and then his eyes descended even further. Holy
molley! Look at the basket on that guy. He must be hung a good twelve inches to
push out a package like that—if, of course, that wasn't padding in there. But
Andre could feel his own twelve-incher taking notice of that body.
Andre grinned wide and pointed his finger directly at the blond, who dropped his
sweat shirt and pointed back, matching grin for grin.
At the end of the game, Andre went over to the bench, jotted something down on a
piece of paper and returned to where Chas was standing. Chas reached out for the
note and Andre held his hand in his big mitt for a few extra seconds.
"If you think you're man enough," Andre said, "present this at the locker room
door over there at eleven, and they'll let you in and show you where I am."
"I'll be there," Chas responded.
"Well, I'll let you view the goods, and you can always change your mind." And
Andre and the team ran into the locker room and the fans cleared out of the
stadium quickly.
Chas was there at eleven. He presented his note and was guided through
almost-deserted halls to the Hornet's shower room. He was told where to sit, and
then he was alone in the locker room. He was facing the showers, and there,
through the steam, he saw Andre. Over seven feet of solid, perfectly
proportioned black muscle, all in balance, including the twelve inches of meat
dangling between his legs and the big tennis-sized balls. He was completely
hairless and his body glistened with vitality as the drops hit and slid off to
the floor. There was no indication that he'd seen Chas taking his measurement.
Andre turned off the shower, rubbed himself down, fastened the extra-big towel
around his middle and padded out of the shower.
"Oh, you came, and you stayed."
"Of course."
"Most don't, you know. One look at me in the natural and most scurry off. I
scare people—both women and men."
"You don't scare me. I want you to fuck me."
Andre laughed. "Direct aren't you? And brave. But you're so hot, I'm sure I
couldn't hold myself in check, so no can do on the fuck proposition. That was
some advertisement you did out there. Flashing like that; beautiful bod and that
basket. Are you close to twelve too?"
"Longer."
"Yeah, right."
"Try me."
"I think we can settle on hand jobs and partial blow jobs. That's pretty much
the limit for me because of my size. But I'm hot for you, so follow me."
We padded through deserted corridors to a workout area, and then to a smaller
massage room. He flipped on the overhead light, but closed and locked the door
and pulled down a shade over the window in the door.
"We'll be okay here," Andre said. "They'll all be gone soon, and I've got the
key. The trainers know I do this occasionally, and they don't mess with me with
the contract I've got."
Chas backed up to the massage table, facing Andre, and slowly pulled off his
sweat shirt and pulled down his pants, taking his shoes and socks off when he
stripped.
"Holy shit!" Andre said. "I've never seen anyone hung that low. And is that a
ring in the tip? You're uncut. I understand that slides real well inside a man."
He let his own towel drop, and his monster cock was well on its way to standing
straight out, or, in his case, curve up in a gentle curve when it went hard.
"The ring comes with attachments," Chas said matter-of-factly. "But we'll see
about that later."
Andre walked right to Chas and leaned down, searching for Chas's mouth. Chas
turned his head, deflecting Andre's lips. "That wouldn't be wise, I'm sorry to
say."
"Now, don't be shy, honey. Don't be a tease."
"Is this being shy?" Chas asked, bringing Andre's attention to his cock grinding
around on Andre's thighs and to his hand that was already rubbing Andre's cock
around beneath Chas's pecs. "But I don't promise not to tease."
Andre put his big mitts under Chas's thighs and lifted him up onto the high
massage table, forcing his legs apart and moving in to where his and Chas's
bellies and cocks matched. Chas had hold of both of their cocks and was rubbing
them together; a meeting of the bludgeons.
"Can I kiss you elsewhere?" Andre asked. "If I can't kiss you on the mouth, can
I kiss you elsewhere?"
"Sure, anywhere else, but I've got a cold and don't want you to get it. It's
nothing to do with you. You are magnificent, and I'm not leaving here until you
fuck me."
Chas had arched back and Andre was kissing and tonguing and sucking him from
neck, down along his pecs and nipples and to the ring in his navel.
"No can do, dude. I go fourteen inches or more hard, and I get too excited when
I'm fucking a hot fox or a hunk like you. I've hurt people, dude. I can't risk
that anymore. I'll blow you and you can blow me, and we'll both leave happy."
"We're going right on by the blow jobs, Andre. I came here to get a monster fuck
from you, and that's what I'm going to get. I came here to fuck you too, and,
believe me, if you can take me, I can take you."
"Pretty cock sure of yourself, aren't you, Blondie?" Andre said. "But I kindda
like that, even if it's all talk. You're making me real horny."
With that, he dropped his mouth to Chas's gigantic rod and started working it
into his mouth.
"I said fuck me Andre. Fuck me now. The hole. Work on the hole and then fuck
me." With that he plopped his rod out of Andre's cheek and raised his pelvis so
that Andre's mouth went into his crack.
Andre went down on his knees and started tonguing and licking Chas's ass. After
a while, he stood, reached over to a nearby table and dug out some oil. He oiled
up Chas's ass as best he could, all the time trying to reason with Chas, to no
avail. Then he oiled up his own cock real good. But he just stood there.
"This really ain't good, Chas. The last time I tried this, the woman went to the
hospital and I never heard whether she recovered. I'm just too big for this
world, man. I just have to live with it."
"Oh, for the love of . . ." Chas came off the table, taking Andre by surprise.
He pulled on the big man's knees and he tumbled to the floor. Chas came down on
top of Andre, straddling his pelvis and grabbed for the giant's hands and held
them as he impaled himself on the athlete's curving cock.
"Oh, my God . . ." The blond guy had the widest canal Andre had ever plowed. He
slid in six inches and then he had the sensation of a suction cup picking his
cock up under the rim of the helmet and pulling him up, up, up, into the blond's
guts. The blond's ass channel tightened like a sheath over Andre's cock and
muscles moved up and down around the cock, driving the athlete crazy. Chas was
arched back, his eyes focused on the ceiling, his own cock growing, snaking its
way up Andre's belly and abs, reaching for the deep cleft in his chest. Andre
had both of his hands wrapped around it and still they didn't meet.
"Oh God, Oh God," he was groaning and moaning and panting and gyrating his hips.
Chas started pumping him deep. Fourteen inches of hard cock out and in, his ass
walls grasping and releasing the cock as it stroked in and out. The suction
sensation at the helmet of Andre's cock was sending little electric flashes
through him, milking his precum hard.
Andre was writhing and bouncing up and down off the floor as he shot his semen
deep inside Chas. When Andre was near to exploding, Chas had reached back and
rolled and squeezed and pulled on Andre's balls, so that when he jacked off,
Chas was milking everything that Andre had to give, which seemed like
bucketfuls.
Andre flopped back on the floor, exhausted. He was crying. "God, Blondie, I've
never had a fuck like that. You took me, you took me all. No, you didn't just
take it; something inside you grabbed me and gave me the ride of my life. I had
no idea how good it could get. God, I hope I didn't hurt you."
And then, "Holy, Christ!" He was looking at the cock he was holding. It had
expanded to fourteen inches.
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