Skar pads over to the massage table and bends over, settling his bulk of his torso on it and splaying his ass. Matt moves closer to him, admiring the peaks and valleys of his obscenely muscle back. He is a mountain range of man. Matt moves around the table to stand at Skar's head, letting his massive, throbbing erection sway in front of his open mouth. He trails his fingers across the basketball-size mass of his shoulder, down the muscled valley to his spine. He lingers there, digging a finger in and shifting his feet slightly so his cock grazes against Skar's lips. He takes a step back, moving his hand as he goes. His fingers brush their way through the indent between Skar's lats and pause. He presses his hand into the chorded muscle, adds his second hand to the frey and spreads them out, slowly mapping the full range of Skar's colossal back while his cockhead teases his hungry mouth. Under his hands the muscle is rigid yet flowing, a living landscape of flexing and contracting, shivering and swelling and bulging.
Matt leans forward, parting Skar's lips with his bulbous cockhead and trailing precum into his mouth. Skar laps at the precum with his tongue, and Matt allows him one full suck before he pulls himself out and moves to the other end end of the table. Skar is bent over the table, his hairy, tree-trunk legs bent at the knees. Matt squats down and putts a hand around the thick meat of one thigh, presses his face just close enough to feel the tickle of short blond hair. Skar's legs are like anatomy drawing, every muscle ludicrously emphasised, swollen beyond human proportion. As Skar shift his weight from foot to foot, the muscles of his ass and quads flex and swell, thicken and loosen, bulge and retreat. Matt probes his tongue into the space between two chords of Skar's quad, pressing it deep and upwards towards the peak of his ass, feeling the giant shiver as he goes.
A step back, a quick breath. Skar's ass is heaving up and down as he rubs the swaying mass of his cock into the groove of the massage table. His ass is a twin planets of muscle and fat: gargantuan, hairy. Its bobbing is quickening Matt's pulse and soon his heart is roaring in his chest, his ears burning with need. He does nothing for a full ten seconds, letting his pulse quicken to a cresecendo. Then he pressed his face deep between his cheeks, wrenching them apart with his own thick hands, and presses his tongue as deeply as it could go. He feels the hard ring of Skar's anus and teases its perimeter with slow pressure. Skar moans deeply, a sound like rocks shifting before an avalanche. Matt draws his tongue back and presses his lips to the gate, ululating them and teasing with quick tongue-flicks. Without warning, Matt shoots his tongue against the ring, pressing through and opening the hot vent of Skar's anus. His hands part Skar's ass farther, and he pushes his head deeper between his thickly muscled cheeks. The tongue explores more and more. At each shot, Skar's anus parts a bit easier, and Skar gasps a bit deeper.
Matt's cock is exploding. Each vein is heavy with blood, pressed outwards and pumping with insistence. He can feel its physical weight, bouncing and slapping against the tight muscles of his own thickly-haired quads. Thwack. Thwack. The more he plays with Skar's ass, the thicker, heavier and bigger his cock seems to get. He feels like it could burst. He glances down at it and it looms read and huge, bigger than he remembers.
He pulls his face out of Skar's ass and his vision goes white for a second. When it comes back he is pressing his monstrously fat cockhead between Skar's ass cheeks. His brain had not made that command, but he can't stop. He presses it, feeling the familiar loops of Skar's anus put up resistance. But his passage is slick with spit and sweat, and the ring parts and lets first thickly veined inch of Matt's cock in. Skar trembles, says something in low, garbled, syllables that Matt doesn't understand. Every muscle on his giant body seems flexed. Sweat drops from the mound of his shoulders and runs into a small river in the valley between them.
Press. Another inch. Skar's ass is hot, too hot. Matt's cock feels on fire but it is starving and crazed and pressed further. Another inch. Matt's own hand is around the base of his cock, barely wrapping its circumference. At each pulse of blood he feels his fingers slightly part.
Matt feels his own muscles swell. Like the craziest gym pump he has ever head. Vein's press themselves to the surface of his skin, mapping every inch of his body in thick lines. He is shining with sweat.
