A Matter of Size and Color Part 2 - Peach By A.Nonnymoose (a.nonnymoose8@gmail.com)
This continues the Rod (basque9 at LPSG) stories. It is a Fantasy. It begins two months after Rod's first encounter with Ipeni.
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Ipeni was handsome. He was dark mahogany in color. He was muscular in his build. His cock was a thick eleven inches. He was a sexual demon. He could fuck for hours and cum repeatedly. Ipeni was everything Rod wanted, everything that he needed. He lusted and loved after Ipeni, as he had no other man. When they were locked together in each other's arms, their tongues tied together, Ipeni's monster cock throbbing up his ass -- Rod knew perpetual ecstasy. They loved hard. They would often fuck themselves into a delirium - screaming, biting, and kicking each other. They changed each other's lives.
For the first time in his life, Ipeni felt self confident, at play -- and at work. During the two months that he and Rod had been together, his productivity at work soared to the point that his boss wanted him trained for a management position... which meant that he would have to go out of state for an intense three-week, hands-on seminar. He couldn't turn it down -- and Rod didn't want him to. The last time they were together before his departure, he told Rod that he didn't want him to get lonely while he was gone. He had asked his cousin, Peach, to give him a call. Perhaps they could get together.
Two days later, Peach called -- and they made a date.
Rod was rather excited getting ready for Peach's visit. He had just finished preparing some snacks when there was a knock at the door. Rod opened the door and his jaw dropped. It was like seeing a ghost. Peach was a little shorter than Ipeni, and not quite as sinewy but was otherwise Ipeni's twin except for one thing. His eyes were pink. Peach cautiously said, "Rod?" Rod nodded yes. "I'm Peach -- Ipeni's cousin." Rod continued to stare. "We spoke just the other day..." Suddenly, Rod snapped out of it and welcomed Peach in. Peach quietly said, "I think, perhaps, that Ipeni did not tell you that I'm albino. I hope that you're not disappointed."
Rod led Peach out onto his patio, bringing along some sliced apples and pears, a little Stilton cheese, some nice crackers and a bottle of ruby port. It was an early fall evening -- just a little color in the leaves and a slight breeze blowing. They chatted while they munched -- mostly about what a great guy Ipeni was -- and what it's like to be an albino African American. While they chatted, they sized each other up. Just as Rod was about to reach for his crotch, Peach, with a smile, slunk to his knees and pulled himself between Rod's legs. Rod could tell that he had a buzz on from the port. He reached for Rod's waistband and pulled his pants down. Rod's thickening cock glowed in the light of the early sunset. "Ooooh, Daddy," Peach hissed, "Ipeni was right. Your cock is beautiful." With that, he pulled off Rod's pants and threw them aside. Rod pulled off his shirt. He was fully erect. "The Peach is going to taste you, Daddy." He wrapped his lips around the huge head of Rod's thick 9"cock and started to suck... he had a hot mouth -- a very hot mouth. Rod's precum flowed. Rod watched as inch after inch of his fat meat disappeared into Peach's mouth. With a lunge, Peach throated Rod's cock to the root. Rod gasped. Slowly Peach pulled back. "You like that, Daddy?" He didn't wait for a response. He throated Rod's cock again, burying his nose in Rod's pubes. He worked his throat like an anaconda swallowing its prey. Rod began to moan with pleasure. Peach began to throat fuck Rod. Rod had countless men try to suck him, countless men try to throat him, but not like this, never like this. Rod leaned back a let it happen. Peach pulled back. "The Peach is gonna eat your load, daddy -- and he's so hungry..." and he was back down on Rod's cock. Rod tried to control his orgasm, but when Peach started to milk his cock with his throat -- his cock swelled, his body went rigid. He howled like a banshee and blew his load. Peach swallowed and sucked and gurgled until he had consumed every drop of cum. He paused and looked at Rod. "More." was all he said. Rod's cock was a half-mast. He stood. His cock hardened as it parted Peach's lips. Rod put his hands on the back of Peach's head. Peach murmured, "Um Hummm," and grabbed Rod's ass. He pushed Rod's cock down his throat -- Rod pulled back. As the sun disappeared, they worked like a team -- slower than the first time. Rod felt a bit more in control as their pace accelerated. Faster. Faster. All the way -- out -- in -- out -- in. Rod came so hard it knocked him back into his chair. Peach followed him down and sucked Rod into a third orgasm. The moon had risen. Rod stood and pulled Peach onto his feet. They kissed and held onto each other tight. They passed Rod's cum back and forth between their mouths as the crickets began to chirp.
They walked back inside with their arms around each other. Rod started to say, "Peach, why didn't..." Peach interrupted, "Why didn't I have my dick out while I was sucking you? Easy -- when I get to service a man like you, Daddy Rod, I need to concentrate -- no distractions --not even from my own cock, but, no worries. You're gonna get to play with it all you want." Peach rustled through some things he'd brought in. He got out a couple CDs and said, "Put one of these on." Rod did. The music was low and rhythmic. The floor vibrated. Peach kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt. Rod slid his pants down. He was wearing baggy boxers. He slid the boxers down to the top of his cock, and let Rod do the reveal. Peach undulated to the rhythm of the music. Rod got his first good look at him. His skin was an all over pale amber with just a tinge of pink. His hair was like corn silk. He wore a thick chrome cock ring. The weight of the ring and the cock together stretched his hang nearly to his knees. His balls were the size of peaches -- hanging in their nearly translucent, fuzzy sac. "Come on, Daddy Rod. Gimme some head -- gimme some pleasure. You know what to do." Rod sucked the huge head into his mouth and tongued the gaping cum hole. The shaft thickened. "Good God," Rod thought. "He's bigger than Ipeni." Peach crooned, "Ooh, Baby, ooh, baby -- suck it Daddy, suck it." Rod started sucking, but it was clear he was having trouble getting the monster past his gag point. "Look it, Daddy Rod... Look at my big shiny cock ring... I want you to kiss the ring. You just concentrate on the ring.... And, you let that fat cock slide on down. Kiss the ring, Daddy come on, come on." Rod focused on the ring and pushed forward. He got closer to the ring -- and Peach's cock slid further down his throat. Rod "kissed the ring." "Mutha Fuck -- Shit -- Shit... You got it Daddy. Fuck my cock - Fuck it!" Between being starved of oxygen and the insane pleasure of having a foot of thick cock down his throat, Rod was in his element. He grabbed Peach's ass cheeks. The power of Peach's ass pumping cock in and out of his throat intoxicated Rod. He felt Peach's cock throb -- he felt his asshole contract, he heard him scream. The cum flowed. Peach fucked. Rod came, his cum shooting straight up to Peach's asshole. Rod fucked three fingers into Peach's ass. Peach came again. Rod came again. They both collapsed on the floor. Peach's cock slipped out of Rod's mouth. It took them a moment to recuperate. Peach's cock mesmerized Rod. Even when fully erect, it hung down, with a slight downward curve. It was easily a foot long -- maybe more. The girth was easily nine inches, maybe more. Rod took Peach into his bedroom. He lay down. He was not subtle. He lifted his legs and presented his asshole to Peach. Peach knelt in worship of Rod's hole. His pink eyes burnt with iridescent fire. He thrust his tongue up Rod's ass. Rod moaned in approval. Peach chuckled, "Why I believe I can taste cousin Ipeni up there." He ate Rod and fingered him until he had him on cum's edge. Rod felt the huge knob of Peach's cock pressed against his hole. He felt it pop in. He wrapped his arms and legs around Peach. He squeezed his anus tight around the marauder. Rod felt the head swell and heard Peach groan as he flooded Rod's gut with precum. He began to slowly penetrate Rod's ass. Rod began to tighten and release his asshole rhythmically. Peach's face was close to Rod's. He crooned into Rod's ear, but the words were unintelligible. The massive joint descended slowly in to Rod's gut. They both sweated profusely. Rod began to ejaculate precum. Peach's tongue filled Rod's mouth -- his cock filled his hole. He began to slow-fuck Rod. He wanted complete control. He kept Rod pinned. He murmured, "We're goin' someplace special, Daddy Rod. You hold on tight and let me do the work." Rod complied. Slowly, slowly... the massive joint ground in and slid out. A half hour passed -- forty-five minutes. They were soaked in sweat and precum. Peach increased his speed, but kept his strokes even. They both began to intone as they slipped into a kind of insanity. The pleasure was intense. They trembled. They sang louder -- Peach's tempo increased. He growled. He screamed, "Jeezis, Jeezis, Jeezis..." Rod felt Peach's cock swell to improbable dimensions. They both screamed when they began to cum. Peach was relentless. H pounded Rod's ass like a madman. They came again -- and again -- and again. Peach lay on top of Rod full weight. His hot breath scalded Rod's neck. He sat up. He pulled it out. He pressed his lips to Rod's asshole, drinking his cum as Rod squeezed it out. The phone rang.
It was Ipeni. No one had told him, but they had weekends off during his seminar. He was fifteen minutes from Rod's house.
Rod's heart was beating hard as he heard Ipeni's car pull up. When Ipeni walked in, he flew into his arms. Ipeni thrust his tongue down Rod's throat and wriggled out of his clothes. Peach joined them in a three-way kiss. They were all hands and mouths and cocks and assholes... Rod knelt on the bed, his ass in the air. Ipeni, his cock like steel approached Rod's asshole, still dilated from Peach's fat cock. Peach stopped him. He grimaced and squeezed out a pool of precum into his hand and applied it to Ipeni's cock. It slipped easily into the heat of Rod's waiting ass. Rod pushed back, welcoming Ipeni's cock. Ipeni thrust his bloated eleven inches all the way in. Rod roared. Ipeni fucked -- Peach waited. Ipeni fucked Rod for about five minutes -- he pulled out and Peach went in. Rod roared again as he adjusted to Peach's size. Now the cousins stood side by side. They took turns punch fucking Rod. Ipeni, Peach, Ipeni, Peach -- over and over, again and again. Rod began chanting, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... give it to me -- give it to me..." And they did. Their screams and howls as they began to cum could be heard in the next township. They collapsed in a heap. They cuddled. They were all three slick with cum and precum and spit. Three hung muscular studs sliding in and out of each other's arms and mouths and asses -- groaning in exquisite pleasure. Rod didn't need a guidebook to tell him what would come next.
The Peach lay down belly up, his magnificent erection straining to burst. "Come on, come on Daddy Rod, sit on it." Rod was ready. Ipeni held on to him while he slowly impaled himself on Peach's cock. Rod groaned in pleasure. He slowly leaned back onto Peach. He lifted his legs. Ipeni leaned over the two of them, sweat dripping, precum dripping. He positioned the head of his cock on top of Peach's. Rod quivered as he felt Ipeni begin to push. He yelped as the head of Ipeni's cock squeezed in. "Baby Daddy, baby Daddy, you're OK -- you relax. You're gonna thrill like you never have before." Peach's music was still playing. Rod concentrated on the beat. Ipeni leaned forward, enfolding his two lovers in his arms... and he pushed. "Deep breaths, Daddy Rod -- breathe slow and deep." Rod did. And, Ipeni pushed. Rod saw stars -- he saw rainbows. It took ten minutes for Ipeni to fully penetrate Rod's ass -- it seemed like hours. No one moved for two or three minutes. Ipeni began slowly to grind his hips -- so did Peach. It took another minute or two for Rod to accustom to the movement -- but then.... He began to grind his hips. They undulated, each feeling a different ecstasy. Each holding desperately onto the other as Ipeni began to fuck. Slowly, backing out just a few inches, slowly pushing back in. Rod's eyes were watering. He was drooling. His nose was running -- and there was nothing that he could do about it. Peach began to rock. Because of his position, his stroke was shorter that Ipeni's but no less effective. Nearly two feet of cock length -- nearly seventeen inches of girth. Rod flashed back on that fist fucker Angus who could keep him on a sexual high for hours at a time. Angus was fueled by jealously and greed. Rod loved these men and they loved him. They, all three, sought one thing - ecstatic pleasure -- and they were, all three, equipped to deliver it. Ipeni groaned and began to fuck. Rod was bloated with cock. He felt the two massive tools probing him, shocking him, lifting him higher and higher. Three demons locked together by lust, three demons rolling and fucking. Rod accustomed to the massive intrusion in his gut. Both of the cousins began to move freely. When they rolled onto their side, Peach was in the better position -- when they rolled so that Ipeni was on the bottom Peach could fuck like a mad man -- Rod could actually feel the rim of his helmet head ramming and pulling back. They were in limbo. They were in heaven -- they were in hell. Rod felt like there were two living beings up his ass -- dancing, fighting, making love. They gaged themselves carefully -- rising to the edge, and staying there. Demon fucked demon -- demon teased demon to see how close they could get. As Rod accustomed to their size and penetration they were able to fuck longer and harder -- sliding against each other, pulling out -- pushing in. An hour passed -- there were no signs of fading. Two hour passed. All three men were still fully erect. At three hours, The Peach began to moan... "Oh my God, oh my God -- it's starting... Shit, shit. It's coming up." Rod screamed, "Shoot, baby shoot it." Peach uttered a single, long howl. Both Rod and Ipeni felt the throb of Peach's cock, the flood of his cum. Peach's cock slipped out. Ipeni began to fuck Rod like a steam engine. He pounded Rod mercilessly. Rod rotated his hips. With every thrust Ipeni opened Rod wider and wider. "I'm... gonna... nut." Rod squeezed his sphincter tight so that he could feel every throb of Ipeni's cock every shot of his cum. Ipeni thrust in deep and made no sound. Rod felt every contraction. Every ejaculation. He felt it all. Suddenly, both Ipeni and his cock went limp. The pressure on Rod's prostate was released. He arched his back. He opened his mouth to scream -- but there was no sound. His cock exploded. About five blasts were clear stuff, but then the cream came - shooting, dribbling, pouring -- the cousins' cum flooded from this ass. Ipeni and Peach were on him at once -- Hell Hounds sucking, licking, cleaning up after the sacrifice.
They were quiet for a while. Peach broke the silence. "Oh, my men," he said. "We ought to take this show on the road..." and, they began to laugh. It wasn't particularly funny, but the laughed -- and laughed. They laughed until it hurt... until tears streamed down their faces.
They were all dehydrated. Rod quaffed water. The cousins guzzled beer. Rod pulled the sheets of the bed, and the cousins put clean ones on. For this rare moment in his life, Rod actually felt sated. But he knew the boys were not. He got out his camera. The boys sat cross-legged facing each other. The made out for a while and each got the other hard. Now each leaned forward each taking the head of his own cock into his mouth. They sucked themselves, they sucked each other - two nearly identical men -- one dark -- one light -- sucking, kissing. They steamed. Raw passion filled the air. It consumed Rod. He watched his own cock bloat and harden. He didn't need to touch it. He came. When Ipeni and Peach started cumming -- he came again.
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