“Whatcha doing?” I asked.
“Oh, hey there, Spike. Check it out. I got me a cock-sucker vine.”
“What's that?”
“It's a plant that sucks your cock off, like it's doing mine.”
“Why would you need a fucking plant to give you a blow job?” I asked. Why indeed -- Big Bill was big all over, and had plenty of customers to take him, including a few fellow body-builders from the gym. As for me -- I'm younger, lighter, but just as well hung, and I have better definition.
“Heh, stud. You'll see. It's just about to … ah, there it goes!”
“Woah!” I gasped as I watched a cock-shaped bulge move along the hose -- tendril -- whatever it was, from Big Bill's crotch to the mound of leaves that sprouted from a big flowerpot at the edge of the pool. “Your cock just came off -- and now the fucker's sucking it along that vine and swallowing it.”
“Yup. It's a carnivorus plant. I can already feel it going after my balls.”
“So you're just gonna let it eat your balls too?”
“Well, yeah. Why do you think I got it in the first place?” Big Bill patted his powerfully muscled chest. “Man, this is so fuckin' awesome. I can already feel it diggin' right on into me.”
“There goes one of your balls,” I said as I saw of oval bulge slide along the green tendril. “Doesn't it hurt?”
“A little, but it feels great at the same time. And there goes the other one, I can see why everybody's doin' this.”
“Yeah?”
“Almost done. I can feel it startin' to pull out.” For a moment, we both watched both balls sliding along inside the vine. “There -- check me out. Now I got a real neat fuckhole!”
“Man, that does look hot. You think maybe it's -- uh -- still hungry?”
“I bet it is, but how 'bout we check my new hole before you let it eat your works?”
I hesitated, but my own cock had other ideas; it had stiffened up rock-hard while I watched the vine pull off and swallow Big bill's long shaft and plump balls -- so hard that Big Bill saw that it was hot to trot, even if I wasn't -- at least not yet.”
“Come on, Spike -- we gotta check out this hole of mine afore you let this cocksucker pull off and eat yours.”
“That wasn't quite --” I started to say, but I found myself squirming out of my shirt, dropping my pants, feeling my freed cock snap erect. Big Bill was too tempting a stud not to stick my prong into, and now that he was in the fucking mood…
Big Bill came out of the pool with surge of water. He vanished into the house, came out a moment later with an inflated air mattress. And a moment after that, he was stretched out on it, powerfull thighs spread wide.
I kicked off my shoes, knelt between his thighs, leaned forward. He guided me into place with one hand; my cock-tip slipped in. His muscular arms wrapped themselves around my own solidly muscled chest. He met my impaling stroke with an upward thrust of his lean hips, and I was in ball-deep, naked body mounted on naked body, his legs wrapped around my hips, urging me in -- out -- all the way in again.
“Well?” Big Bill rumbled.
“Wow!!” I sighed. “That fuck-hole of yours is just right: not too tight, not too loose, and…-” I gasped aloud; Big Bill had just tightened himself around my prong, then relaxed. I pulled back, drove in ball-deep, pulled back -- and on and on, while he met every stroke of my throbbing prong with a self-impaling stroke of his own.
A dozen strokes later, I went in all the way, pumped jet after jet of ball-cream into Big Bill -- only, after taking a couple of deep breaths, I was at it again, my prong just as hard as ever, and Big Bill -- somehow -- even more responsive to my impaling thrusts.
A few climaxes later, I straightened my arms and -- without slowing my thrusts into the muscular stud under me -- said, “There's something funny going on here.”
“Yeah -- I kind of noticed. You've shot your load how many fuckin' times?”
“I lost count too. And I'm even harder now than I was when we started. And -- and some-fucking-how, you're sucking on my prong like -- like some kinda shop vacuum-cleaner, while at the same time…-” I shook my head, settled my chest down on his again. “--…he way your hole is sucking on my cock, it's almost like…-”
“-- Like I'm eating you? At least, eating your cock? Yeah, I think I'm almost tastin' you -- tastin' your fuckiin' cream, tastin' your blood, even tastin' the meat I've been grindin' off your prong.” He took a deep breath. “Wanta stop?”
“Fuck no. I kinda doubt we could stop, even if we wanted to -- which I sure the fuck don't. But what the fuck is going on inside that fuck-hole of yours…”
“Maybe -- just maybe --” Big Bill tightened himself around my prong, relaxed, tightened himself again, this time with a rippling squeze that slid from the base to the tip of my prong, “--…Instead of just eatin' my cock and my balls, the cock-eater planted some sort of seed in the hole it drilled in me, and now…-”
“-- it's castrating me too.”
“Yeah. The cock-sucker I got this thing from didn't say anythin' about that, but…-”
“Don't sweat it, stud.” I pumped another shot of ball-cream into the naked body-builder, then pulled back -- thrust -- pulled back -- and on into our steady rhythm. “This has been a fuck to remember, whether this plant of yours finishes me off or not.”