Jae and His Mom's New Boyfriend

"Oh. So you're finally home," an impossibly deep voice said. "You and I need to have a talk, kid. Sit."

Jake blinked in disbelief at the sight of his mom's boyfriend, Derek. The last time he'd seen him, just that morning, they'd been about the same height, though Derek outweighed him by about 80 pounds (mostly muscle, thanks to a few years behind bars). The absolute freak of nature using their couch like an armchair had the same features, the same dark hair, the same fuck you smirk, but he was just... so much bigger. And FATTER. And he was naked, an erection the size of a fire extinguisher poking up from beneath his heavy gut, nuts the size of overripe grapefruits swaying heavily between his thighs.

"Good boy," Derek began, a phrase which sent a jolt straight to Jake's cock, which grew erect in his skinny jeans.

"Oh my god, Derek, what happened?" Jake asked, as he tried not to stare, trying to cover his own bulge, tiny as it was by comparison, as he found his way to one of the armchairs flanking the couch.

Jake knew exactly what had happened.

Derek didn't take his eyes off Jake for a second. There was something in his expression Jake had only seen in men at The Eagle. Hunger.

His mom's boyfriend continued, in his deep yet familiar voice, "Oh so that's how yer gonna play it. Right. So yer gonna pretend like it wasn't you who slipped a handful of my bulking pills into my protein shake this morning?"

Jake's silence was confession enough.

Derek sighed, leaning back into the leather sofa which creaked under his new weight. "I know I'm not your real dad, and we haven't exactly gotten along since I moved in, but your mom likes me. She likes me a lot. And because I don't want to hurt her, I won't hurt you. But to be honest, kid, you hurt me. I work hard on my body, and now, look at me. I'm a fuckin' blob."

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but Derek merely lifted a meaty sausage finger from the back of the sofa, a gesture which said, shut the fuck up and listen.

"Like I said, I'm not going to hurt you," his heavy cock pulsed and jumped, just once. "But I am going to learn you a lesson. About choices, kid. Choices and consequences. Gonna learn you a whole lotta lessons tonight."

"Derek, I didn't mean -- I mean I didn't think --" But I'd hoped, he stopped himself from saying.

"That's right, kid. You didn't think. And here we are. These huge balls are flooding my body with testosterone like I can't believe. This enormous gut is practically pinning me to this couch, and I'm hornier than I have ever been in my life. Can't keep a clear thought in my head. Been down here fer hours now, jerkin' this freaky thing off to YouTube workout videos. Bouncin' titties and spandex is usually all it takes, but not only am I strugglin' to reach around this fuckin' whale belly, I can barely get two hands around my own cock now! I need a... Holy Jesus, kid, I can't believe I'm saying this to you of all people... I need a hole. A deep, tight, wet... hungry... fuck... I really want to breed your throat, Jake. It's all I can fuckin' think about."

A stream of pre-cum flowed out of the head of Derek's cock and dropped to the carpet in front of the couch. He hadn't even touched himself.

"Those pills are a joke, Derek! They don't work."

"Don't work, huh? Then explain this," Derek said, hefting his gut and letting it fall. The hairy ball of blubber bounced, his giant cock bounced, his swollen, hairy nut sack bounced and swayed and bounced.

Jake felt like he was going to pass out.

"I'm a fuckin' giant, fat, monster-cocked freak now, 'cus o' you. Not to mention them pills is expensive as hell! One bottle is supposed to last a year, kid! What the hell were you thinking?"

Derek's tone subtly shifted from pure frustration to conspiratorial. He grinned.

"That's exactly what you want though isn't it? I know what you're into. What you like. Yer a little freak. Don't worry. I'm a freak too. You like fuckin' giants, and I like rough deepthroat videos where the dick don't fit. Lots of gaggin', chokin'. Filthy face fuckin'. I feel like my balls are churnin' up a gallon here. I need to pump it into someone, might as fuckin' well be you. A mouth is a mouth. I'll just pretend I'm back in back in prison. My cellie knew his way around a cock."

"I -- what?" Derek had conversational whiplash. "Listen, man. It was supposed to be a joke. A stupid joke. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love sucking dick. As much as the next guy. More even. But I don't think I can -- I don't think I can handle that thing. You're just... too big, Derek. Maybe before... when you were closer to my size."

Derek didn't take his eyes off Jake, but popped his moobs and bounced his cock, yet another drip of pre-cum joining the pool at his feet.

"Sure about that, little guy?"

Jake practically salivated at the sight. His cock was throbbing beneath his cupped hands. He felt like he was about to cum just from looking at Derek, the giant overgrown beast Derek had become.

"Washed my ballsack for you and everything," Derek continued. “'Course it was tough, seein' as I can't see 'em, on account'a all'o this here gut. And I don't fit in the shower no more. Had to use the sink, and the mirror. Ended up pumpin' a load down the drain. Just kept shootin' and shootin'. Damn near overflowed the thing. That was a few loads ago, and they haven't gotten any smaller. If anythin' they've increased. So much fuckin' cum... so thick... heavy... " He smirked at Jake, knowing full well he was driving the horned-up college boy crazy.

"What's the matter, little guy? Am I too much fer you? Hey, remember when I caught you starin' at me when I got out o' the shower the other day? Your mom and I talked about that. She said not to worry about it. That you were harmless."

Jake couldn't take it anymore. He had to have that cock. But he still had doubts, wasn't sure Derek wasn't just fucking around and teasing him.

"... I... Bro... She's right upstairs. What if she comes down?"

"I ain't your bro. And she ain't coming down. She gave up after the first few inches. Stopped trying to take this monster dick and took an Ambien instead. She'll be out for hours."

Jake looks down at the carpet between Derek's huge feet, eying the growing pool of pre-cum hungrily. He stands nervously and steps slowly between Derek's huge legs, still not sure the invitation to suck the bobbing, dripping monster cock is real or some sort of trick. He kneels, slowly, never breaking eye contact with the much larger, much older man, who nods his approval.

Kneeling between them, Derek's thighs, walls of enormous fat-covered muscle, block out the rest of the room from Jake's view.

"Good boy. Now, I know we haven't gotten along in the past, Jake, but I think we can grow to like each other," Derek said. It wasn't lost on Jake how Derek had emphasized the word grow.

"You better not tell my mom about this," he says, Derek's freakishly oversized body making him dizzy with lust. Derek was all he could see, all he could smell, and all he wanted right now. He wanted to give Derek whatever he wanted, for as long as he wanted, and he wouldn't be satisfied until Derek was satisfied.

"Yer too old to be livin' at home, kid. Too old to be worryin' 'bout what yer mom thinks, and way too small to be making demands. Now get comfortable. Yer gonna be down there a while. I'll take it easy as I can but I swear this thing got a mind of its own once it gets going."

Jake recalls the hours-long bang sessions he could hear through his bedroom wall, late at night, when his mom and Derek thought he was asleep. He hesitantly reaches out. He's always fantasized about getting to play with a monster cock, but this was... unbelievable. Unreal.

"Derek... it's not gonna fit. Ever. Anywhere."

"Only one way to find out, kid," Derek grunted, adjusting his considerable weight, crossing his ankles behind Jake on the floor, penning him in. The wood frame of the couch creaked, cracked. Derek sunk lower. He was practically sitting on the floor now.

Jake wasn't going anywhere. He swallowed, licked his lips, leaned in, and sniffed.

Melon.

"Oh man tell me you didn't --" he recoiled.

Derek laughed, which sent his entire body bouncing again. "Forgot t'mention I used yer ma's hand soap. Cucumber melon gotta be more appetizing than funky day-old ball smell, though, eh?"

Well, actually... Jake thought, longing for Derek's true scent, which wafted down from his hairy pits, overpowering (thankfully) the nauseating melon scent of his mother's handsoap.

"Now that I think about it, melon scent is kinda fitting, seein' how these big ol' balls are practically melons now. Wouldn't you say, kid?"

Still psyching himself up, but eager to savor the challenge of taking on the biggest cock and balls he'd ever seen in his life, Jake did a double take as he realized that Derek wasn't exaggerating. What had looked like grapefruits just twenty minutes earlier, now hung like two melons in a plastic sack, practically tea-bagging the puddle on the carpet.

"Are you... still growing, Derek? Holy fuck. Does it... hurt?"

"Nah. Feels pretty good, actually. I always wanted to be the biggest guy in the room, and now, well..." He leaned back, clearing his throat. Apparently that thought alone was all it took to get him hard. That thought, the spandex clad bimbo working up a sweat on the muted TV, and his girl's son, kneeling between his thighs.

A fat, heavy, thick-knuckled catcher's mitt of a hand gripped Jake's hair, and pulled his head back. Jake gasped and Derek took advantage of the moment, spitting down the smaller man's throat.

"I like to lube a hole 'fore I fuck it," Derek grinned down at him. "Now open up. I'll try not to drown you."

It took a few tries, to even get past the bulbous head, but the exertion actually helped. Before long, Derek worked up a sweat, and the combo of his perspiration, Jake's saliva, and a seemingly endless flow of pre-cum, created a slick slippery lubricant which helped the college boy, who was already struggling to breathe.

"Just breathe through yer nose, kid," Derek grunted, continuing to push his impossible cock into Jake's mouth. Jake didn't gag. He couldn't. There wasn't room.

"Just... gotta... get the angle... there we go!" Derek moaned, as he punched into Jake's esophagus. "Fuck, kid. You really are a talented cocksucker. You doin' okay down there?" Derek couldn't see Jake's face, couldn't see much beyond his swollen belly, but he could feel his monster sinking into the tightest hole he'd ever fucked.

A small hand came up beyond the shelf of his gut. Thumbs up.

"Yer a good sport, Jake. Just a few more inches and then I can start fuckin'. You want that don't ya, kid? Face full of fat meat, giant balls slapping your chin... fuck yeah. Fuckin' tight throat, gonna fill you up -- oh fuuuuuuck that's deep."

*Schlock slurp schlock slurp schlock*

Jake, felt close to passing out. His jaw creaked impossibly wide somehow accommodating every thick inch of Derek's shaft. All that practicing with dildos was really paying off. Derek's belly smothered Jake's face, held in place by two giant hairy hands. He was nothing but a toy to be played with, a hole to be fucked. Jake took sips of air as he was able, and managed to stay conscious during the onslaught.

As Derek's thick bushy pubes tickled Jake's chin, as he approached, somehow, impossibly, the base of the monster shaft, the fat head lodged somewhere deep in his chest, Jake came, suddenly, and without warning. Moaning loudly, as Derek began to thrust.

*Schlocccck slurp schlocccck slurp schlocccck*

It wasn't long before Derek erupted, flooding Jake's stomach with his load. The sensation of his stomach filling with an absolutely ungoldly amount of cum sent Jake over the edge again. He hadn't even touched himself, and he'd already cum twice in a few minutes. He was mid-orgasm when Derek pulled him off of his dick, the shaft sliding out with a wet *schlop*. Jake coughed, cum spilling down his chin. He sat back on the carpet, back against the foot of a recliner, one hand massaging his aching jaw, one on his distended stomach. He closed his eyes, and moaned.

Derek nudged him with a huge foot.

"You alive kid?"

Jake nodded.

"Just... exhausted is all. I've never... been so... full... in my life."

"It'll get easier, kid. Same time tomorrow night. Now waddle on into the bathroom and clean yerself up. Bring me back a towel -- a handful of towels -- while yer at it."

"So does that mean you forgive me, Derek?" Jake asked, standing to do as instructed.

Derek just shook his head.

"Not quite yet, kid. Got a few more lessons to learn ya before that."

Jake beamed.