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Sideways Up the Tailhole

Tymbre flopped back in his gaming chair after a long day's work. He was home, naked, and ready to play some games. This was an occasional ritual of his. He got food on his way home from the job site, so he had the night to do whatever he wanted without worrying about sleep or chores or errands. It was a good life, one he earned. The only thing he had to do between the end of his shift and when he went to bed was do some jogging or weightlifting. Bro had to keep his body in tip-top form.

This night was a cardio night, so he would be jogging. However, he'd been on his feet all day and wanted a couple of hours to sit down and relax before doing his nightly work-out ritual. He considered getting out some of his toys - the really big ones - but chose not to; he'd have more fun with them after his jogging session and before his shower. This wuffamute's night was planned out.

But first, he had to boot up his computer to see if any of his friends were on. The game he wanted to play was a four-player co-op shooter, best enjoyed in split-screen or online. He had spent months trying to convince his buddy Runa to play with him, and she had finally given in and bought the game. This meant that Tymbre was eager to show off his skills and help a friend out.

Runa, a trans female tiger, had been friends with Tymbre for a while now. Early on in her transition and when she was still male, Tymbre had personally helped her with the sort of kinkery that only a handful of folks were able to manage. Runa loved being taken only by the biggest cocks, toys, and fists, but that was so very hard to do as a male with a meat-based diet. Tymbre offered tips and tricks to help with that, as he himself was quite experienced in that field and even better at helping out others. However, this wasn't quite enough for Runa, as she preferred to enjoy that sort of thing with female parts - the sort of parts not connected to her digestive tract - and thus spent the extra time and money to gradually change from male to female.

Tymbre remained helpful and encouraging throughout her transition and was a key factor in Runa's vaginal dilation both from the preliminary adaptation to the extreme lengths the pair of them loved to enjoy prior to the change. This was a source of pride for Tymbre, as he usually worked with cis individuals and got them to handle the hardcore stuff in time despite many challenges. He was very proud of his ability to expand the horizons of others, and it was a whole lot more challenging to do the same for a post-transformation female. Luckily for both of them, Runa was just as eager to learn.

The two of them remained friends for years after that, and while Runa didn't do a whole lot of online gaming, they were enjoying some time on that four-player co-op shooter.

After booting up the game and connecting to the chat, Runa started out with a request. "Hey man, I got a friend who wants to join us for this next area to see if she likes the game. You wanna invite her? She doesn't do a lot of this sort of game."

"Yeah, sure. We need a fourth. Chaz will be joining us in a moment. He said he had something to do then he'd meet us in the gulley. What level's she at and what's her class?" Tymbre asked as he put in the effort to invite Runa and Chaz both to the game. "Oh, and what's her username?"

"You can find her as either Foxi#0929 or FoxraFluff; she's a level 12 medic. I've been helping her through some of the early areas to grind up to closer to us in level but she's still a bit low. Shouldn't be too much of a problem. She's a great healer and that'll be perfect for us since we're lacking one." Runa explained right as the game pinged and both Runa and Chaz entered. A moment later, Chaz entered the chat with an audible grunt and gasp.

"Hey dude, you alright?" Tymbre asked the fox. "You sound kinda strained."

Chaz grunted again and yipped playfully. "Yeah, man. Just a little stuffed. Well, a lot stuffed. So where are we headed? What level?" Despite being dismissive, it was clear Chaz was struggling with something. Tymbre was pretty sure he knew what was going on but chose to not dig or elaborate. It wasn't his place to out his fox friend on group chat.

Instead, he took a moment to send an invite to Foxi#0929 and FoxraFluff on each respective chat and game program. Once that was done, he got into position at his desk and activated the quest. Once Foxra showed up, the four of them would head out and make their way through the level, eventually beating the boss and getting their loot. Simple, basic stuff, but still a lot of fun. "We're going to the gulch. You know, the gulch of gears and ghosts or whatever the fuck it's called. That's a level 15 mission and the boss is pretty hot."

"Since when do you care about that in games?" Runa asked with a bit of a chuckle.

"I don't, but hey, nothing wrong with a big, buff dragon made of metal and scales. I've done this mission a few times before, and we definitely need a healer if we're gonna survive the gaseous napalm fire breath. I mean, we could probably survive it without a healer, but your buddy should be helpful."

Chaz grunted again followed by a meek whimper. "Oh, we're getting a fourth today? Not just the two of us?" It sounded like he was strained as he spoke, but it wasn't in pain or discomfort.

Before Tymbre or Runa could confirm, a pair of pings rang through their headsets to show Foxi had accepted the invite and had joined them in game. "Oh, hey guys! Runa has been trying to get me to play this game for weeks now. Not usually my style, but it's fun with friends. She says we're going to Gloomy Gulch?" That wasn't the name of the level, but nobody corrected her.

"Close enough." Tymbre confirmed. He was about to issue a few more commands when he got a personal ping from Chaz, which he delayed a bit before accepting. "Meet up at the entrance in five. I gotta handle something real quick."

Runa and Foxi both affirmed the command and teleported away through the in-game transporter that took them from the hub world to the levels. This left Chaz and Tymbre alone at the stop. Tymbre accepted the personal, one-on-one chat that Chaz sent him.

"What's up, my man?" He asked, pretty sure he knew exactly what was up.

"Hey man, I think I need your-" He paused to grunt and whimper a bit. "I need your help."

"Alright, what happened? What can I do for you?" Tymbre offered in a slightly gentler tone. The subtle grunts and whimpers told him all he needed to know about what was going on but he didn't want to presume anything or act exasperated despite this not being the first time this sort of thing happened. Chaz was often asking for help from Tymbre, and Tymbre was happy to help. He was the expert in that field, after all. An expert that had no desire to stop learning and getting better, himself.

Another whimper and another audible grunt preceded Chaz;s request. "It got stuck and it's real deep in there." He confessed. "Big one, too. Can't get it out."

"How many and how deep?" Tymbre probed, idly rubbing his sheath as he did so. The situation sounded dire but it was not; this was not only not the first time Chaz had done this, but Tymbre was pretty sure it was done on purpose just as an excuse to coax the wuff over for some fun. He just played along, not wanting to make a big deal of it. Knowing that, he added at the end, "And how long can you manage without me?"

Chaz grunted loudly then made the yiff sound followed by a wet thud near the mic. "As deep as it can go, and I don't know how many. I lost track after six. Big ones, too. And a plug. As for how long I can wait? I need your help now!" His voice cracked a bit as it turned to a whimper.

Tymbre scoffed knowingly. "You'll have to wait until we're done this area. Runa's buddy is new and needs the help, and I've been trying to get Runa to play for a while now. Think you can survive an hour or two?"

"Gasp! I don't know if I can, but I'll - hnnngph - try!" Chaz hung up on the personal cal before Tymbre could make any sort of sarcastic or witty comeback.

The wuffamute just rolled his eyes and switched back to group chat as he and Chaz teleported to the entrance to the gulch. "Alright, y'all wanna follow my lead, kids! Medic, you stay behind. Runa, you scout ahead, Chaz you stay with me. Remember, we share the loot, so if you see something better for someone else's class, leave it. If you get scared come hide behind Uncle Doggo's shield." Everyone responded in the affirmative and headed off into the gulch.

Their mission was a success and took them a little over an hour to complete. It would have been done much earlier but Runa found a side-area that took them on a loop-around that nearly doubled the length of the level. Tymbre knew about this but liked it better when the people he was guiding through the game discovered things on their own. It took a lot of the sense of adventure and discovery away if he told them where to go and what to do all the time. He gave tips - like the bit about preemptively applying regen on all members of the team prior to the gas-napalm-fire breath attack - but did his best to let them discover and explore on their own.

As a teacher, it was more important to him that his subjects and students learned how to learn than they learn how to do what they're told. In fact, Runa in particular showed some skill despite claiming the FPS genre to not be her favourite. Foxi was in a similar situation and didn't quite have the same gamer instincts, but she tried her best and her more passive role as a medic ensured that she did well enough and they all enjoyed themselves quite thoroughly.

Upon defeating the boss after a little more than an hour's worth of work and a whole lot of communication - some of which was muffled by the guttural sounds of Chaz being slutty on the other end - they came out victorious and somehow Foxi's medic got a rank-7 healing weapon. Usually around her level, 12-15, you got rank-3/4 weapons. A rank-7 that early in the game made her a beast of a healer and a tank, which encouraged her to want more and desire followup games.

Sadly, Tymbre had places to be. He and Chaz both had a booty call to attend to, and Runa went off to help Foxi do some grinding to get her up to the rest of the team's level. It was not fair to her to stay such a low level, considering the game calculated enemy levels based on the average level of the team. Tymbre and Chaz were both level 17, Runa went up to 18 due to helping Foxi out, and she levelled up to 15 after that mission so they were pretty close, overall.

After logging out, Tymbre got a private message from Runa. "Hey, what was up with Chaz. He gonna be okay? He sounded pretty uncomfortable through the whole mission."

"Don't worry about him. He's just being foxy, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, lemme guess, he was sitting on a toy the whole time?"

"I think so. Probably... We've all met foxes. Trust me, he'll be fine. I'm gonna go see him as soon as I'm done my run. I'll be sure to update you." Tymbre said as he got up. The thought of Chaz all tender and loose from toys had gotten him hard, his deep purple cock at full mast and resting on his chest through most of their gaming session. He had to slip it back into his sheath and step into some jogging shorts. "I'd invite ya to come and help out, but I don't think he's into the ladies."

Runa laughed. "I used to be a guy and my booty is just as good as his, I imagine."

"It's not the same. Don't worry, it's all good. Hey, I gotta go but it's always nice to chat. We'll pick up on our game this weekend, okay? Cheers. And if you wreck yourself, leave a little for me."

"Can do." Runa affirmed before exiting the chat.

The silence gave Tymbre time to think. He was always thinking, whether it be about work, his games, his students, or how he was going to go about working himself out one way or another. This night really didn't give him much to work with, though. He mostly just wondered what sort of mess Chaz got himself into this time. He kinda hoped it was something fun, but also truly hoped it wasn't too serious. The fox liked to press his luck but had yet to reach a limit and had some toys and the capability to match that ensured he was far more able to have fun than most others. He was Tymbre's other greatest accomplishment, given the berth of skills he was willing to explore.

Tymbre slipped into a nice muscle shirt, slipped his phone into his pocket, put some headphones on, and headed out. He considered maybe doing a jog before coming home and then heading out to Chaz's place, but then he figured he'd multitask and just jog over to Chaz's. That was a solid half-hour or so of travel time given his average speed, but that wasn't going to be any sort of a problem for Chaz.

If nothing else, it'd teach the slut to not keep 'slipping' on his toys and making them disappear.

The sun had just begun to set, so it was getting pretty cool out. This allowed Tymbre to keep at a reasonable pace for far longer before he started to sweat. This left him musky and a little funky in all the right ways, something he was sure Chaz would appreciate. He was generally a clean guy, but that didn't mean he never smelled musky.

He didn't even bother knocking at Chaz's front door once he arrived. The two were very well acquainted and knew exactly what to expect from the other. When Tymbre walked in the front door, all he could hear from somewhere deep inside was the sound of grunting, squishing, guttural squelches, and a symphony of whimpers and moans. He knew exactly where to find his buddy.

Tymbre was by no means quiet, but it was clear Chaz was too distracted to hear him. This was made even more evident when Tymbre stepped up to Chaz's bedroom door and leaned against the door frame to see the bespectacled fox squatting down on a plug that was as thick as a traffic cone at the base. His belly was distended with the shapes of a dozen dicks of all shapes and sizes pressing out against his abdominal wall. He had his chin pressed to his neck and was gulping heavily, like he was trying to keep from belching or spitting something up. He was too distracted to see Tymbre.

"Hey, it doesn't look like this was an accident." Tymbre said with his arms crossed and tail idly wagging behind him. The view ensured his own member was swelling in his jogging shorts, the tip already poking out the end. He wasted no time stepping out of his shorts and tossing his shirt to the side before stepping into the room, proper.

Chaz pretended to blush as he spun around in place on the plug like a top. "Yeah! I just can't get them out! Care to help me out?" He fake-protested. "What took you so long?" His cock - which was as hyper-sized as his tail hole - flopped across the floor out to almost where his paws were reaching, leaving a gooey smear on the towels he had laid down. His arms were crossed over his chest, resting on his distended belly with his every motion shifting the dongs inside him.

Tymbre bared his fangs in a growling grin as he motioned for Chaz to move. "Alright, you know what to do when this happens. Come here." He grabbed Chaz and threw him on the bed, then roughly spun him around and tugged him so he came off the side, shoulders down to the ground and ass up. The plug was still inside him, locked in place and acting like a proper plug instead of a toy.

After stepping up behind his vulpine friend, Tymbre rubbed himself to ensure his own length grew to full mast without the knot, then came to rest it on the base of the plug before making eye contact with Chaz. They shared a devious, mischievous grin as Tymbre ran his fingers around the outer rim of the plug, caressing the thick, pink ass lips of his friend's comically over-extended tail hole.

That was one thing he loved to see, his partners being endowed with flesh that remained taut and plump despite being stretched much farther than it ever should have been. In fact, Tymbre was so proud of Chaz because, in all their time together, he was pretty sure the fox had outgrown anything Tymbre could offer. Fists, cocks, toys, stallions, gryphons, dragons, it didn't matter, nothing seemed to reach Chaz's limits depending on mood and circumstances. That was why Tymbre knew going into the evening's festivities that there was nothing to worry about and that the fox was safe.

There's a reason vulpines get the reputation they got, and people like Chaz were the living embodiment of their most outlandish, almost comical extremes. Of course, life in Klyneth - where the two lived - that wasn't horribly uncommon. They lived not too far from the headquarters of NoThEn Labs, a pharmaceutical company that specialized in sexuality-based drugs and potions but had long since branched out into other fields. They allowed people to reach their absolute limits, and Chaz's natural abilities matched well with what the company had to offer.

As a result, he and a handful of others, were able to enjoy fantasies far beyond the norm without fear of self-harm. It's also how Runa was able to transition without issue. The focus on such options by NoThEn Labs ensured that anyone could live out their fantasy and, as the name implied, Sex was Not The Enemy. Of course, not everyone could do what Chaz did. Even with help, different folks had different skills and limitations. Tymbre knew this well.

Which was why, as he ran his fingers around the fox's plump, pink ass lips, he knew he'd not risk hurting his friend as he wiggled his entire fist in next to the plug itself. The extra girth wasn't an issue, but the sudden addition of an extra object created an opening on either side of his wrist, allowing air to be sucked in with a guttural whorl followed by an explosive, juicy squelch as it was pushed back out. The tension and tender softness of Chaz's bowel walls collapsing around Tymbre's wrist felt wonderful to Tymbre, as he loved to feel the snug warmth of his work.

The pair of them never looked away from each other even as Tymbre forced his fist deep, wiggling it along the flank of the toy towards its tip; there was already plenty of lube to help him out, lube that was seeping out from inside and lube that soaked the fox's fur. He deliberately paused to feel around inside, balling up his fist and thrusting a bit even as he pressed down against the base of the plug to keep it in place as he got a feel for what else was inside Chaz. He could feel a mass of lube-soaked, squirmy, squishy, and flexible toys bending and shifting around, the sloshing of fluids between them making a deep, guttural sound he could literally feel reverberating up his arm.

"Everything okay, Wuff?" Chaz asked in his sly, pseudo-concerned voice.

"Sorry am I moving too slowly for you, Princess?" Tymbre countered. Then, before Chaz could respond, he released the pressure of his dry hand on the base of the plug and wrapped his other palm around the tip of the toy, yanking it out in one smooth motion with an audible pop and guttural squelch as the fox's insides settled in place. This left Chaz gaping, a massive fleshy chalice of fox-hole filled almost to the brim with a squishy mass of jelly and silicone toys that resembled every species known. Horse cocks and knotted wolf cocks and dolphin cocks and shark cocks and human cocks - the most boring of cock - and gryphon cocks and beast cocks and dragon cocks and everything else.

To Tymbre, he was looking into a flesh-bag of goodies bathing in a soup of lube and natural juices. At least, that's what he saw until Chaz flexed his pelvic muscles and sealed himself shut around Tymbre's wrist, his loins constricting and closing off from the outside world despite having a gape the size of a doggy door! At the same time, his lengthy cock flexed in a wave starting from the base and travelling down his shaft to squeeze out a dollop of thick, gooey precum all over his own neck and shoulders and chin. He just grinned, revealing his canine teeth.

"You slutty bastard..." Tymbre chuckled before reaching in as deep as he could go to grab the nearest toy to him. The lubrication - high quality stuff, of course - made it difficult to get a grip, but Tymbre had big paws and a firm grasp at his disposal. He was able to grab what felt like a beast cock and pull it out, the toy literally bending in half before splashing lube all over the room as each end of the dong flopped about. It was a double ender, and the fox's hole was so loose and dilated that it literally came out sideways. "Dude... I'm impressed."

"Really? That's kinda sad; that toy's pretty small. Keep diggin, you might be surprised at what you see!" Chaz clenched his loins again, then pushed down so that his rump sealed shut and then his bowels forced the mass of toys inside him to tease at his entrance from inside, a cascade of lube soaking him in all directions as he did so.

Tymbre scoffed and growled for effect as he tossed the toy to the side and got another one from deep within the fox's bowels. He didn't even pay attention once the dildo hit the ground because he gained a tonne of focus on that cavernous cave of flesh that was Chaz's tail hole. He had spent many days in the past fisting this particular pal of his, pumping one fist in and out with ease, spreading him wide to gape him far beyond his previous limits, and stuffing him with every toy and household amenity he could. And if there's one thing he'd learned for certain, it was that a proper foxhole loved having a participating audience to impress.

Without waiting a moment for Chaz to relax, Tymbre thrust one of his fists deep into the fox's rump, all the way to his elbow. His fingertips plowed through the many dildos and displaced them in a way that could be seen through Chaz's abdominal wall. It was sexy, so Tymbre didn't immediately grab one of the toys and pull out since he wanted to feel around a bit more, first. In fact, he didn't just feel- he deliberately pushed the toys aside so he could press his palm against the fox's fleshy walls and make a hand print on his belly.

Chaz gave it a high five. "Good for you, good boy." He joked.

Tymbre's eyes narrowed as he balled his hand up into a fist and curled it around the thickest toy he could find. He held as firmly as he could by using the ridges on its length, and tugged out in one powerful eruption of lube; a few other smaller toys came with it, one hooked on the tip of the dragon toy and another on the base. All three of them fell in a heap of lube on the ground with just enough time for Chaz to close back up before Tymbre went in for another round.

This time, Tymbre didn't wait or dally about. He used his wet hand to soak his once-dry hand and smother himself to the elbow on both arms, ensuring he was soaked through his fur. He grinned, slipped both sets of fingers in the fox with the palms facing out, and opened him up by spreading his cheeks and his plump pink ass lips apart. Before Chaz could do anything, he plunged one of his fists in deep and grabbed another toy deep inside, fishing it free with a flourish of triumph! His smile faded into an expression of confusion as he stared at the oddly familiar shape in his paws, realization slowly dawning that it was the same toy he first discarded. Same coulour, same shape, same features. "Hey, wait, did you...?" He trailed off as he noticed Chaz licking his lips, silently avoiding eye contact. "Oh you impossible bastard..."

Instead of tossing the toy to the floor, he hoisted it up under one of his arms so that Chaz couldn't grab it again for two could play at this game. The fox was just as likely to swallow the toy as shove it up his tail hole, as he had figured out how to enjoy pleasure all the way through. It was why he seemed to have no limits and was, as they say, bottomless.

With a horsecock in a headlock, Tymbre tried again, grabbing a green toy, then a brown toy, then a knotted toy all to be shoved under his free arm. All the while, Chaz kept idly bucking, thrusting his own cock into his face while also grinding against Tymbre's enthusiastic actions. It was pleasant all around, and how bowels kept churning the soup of dildos and lube all around the single arm that kept getting plunged deep inside him.

However, this was when Tymbre noticed the one toy that had managed to somehow elude him. There were a half dozen left even after taking out the three or four under his arm, so this was a little shocking to him. As he grabbed the shaft, he had to deliberately curl his wrist around it to form a hook, for it was far too big for even his massive paw and too well-lubed to squeeze. Once he did that, he felt the toy - which was once again folded in half - lurching one intestinal bend at a time towards the fox's booty until the bulge of it popped out to reveal it was a forearm-thick horse cock with realistic veins and colours.

"Dammit Chaz, this is getting ridiculous. How did you manage to get all of them stuck in sideways?" He snarled as the ends of the bent dildo gaped Chaz open wide, testing the limits of the fox's fleshy opening but not quite popping out, as Chaz had just enough muscle control to clench his opening and snag the flare and balls on either end. Despite being mildly frustrated at how hard it was to pull that horse cock out without having it evade his grip, the whole scenario and the glory of being able to do what he did to Chaz without consequence was quite arousing, kinky enough to get him excited.

"Practice!" Chaz said with a jovial yip right before relaxing and letting the toy pop out, both ends flopping wildly with enough vigour to escape the wuffamute's grasp and land with an audible splat on Chaz's face, knocking his glasses off.

Tymbre had no desire to do anything about this. He just tossed the few toys under his arm off to the side - far enough to be beyond his sly partner's reach - before reaching in again. This time, however, his cock was fully formed and ready to join the fun. He, unlike most canines, had a four-lobe knot as well as a textured, bulging shaft and it was impressive in size at the same length of his forearm and as thick as his fist, almost.

He slipped his arm in as deep as it could go as he eagerly sloshed about, feeling for anything he could find while shifting and rearranging Chaz's guts all the while. Plenty of sounds emanated from deep within the fox, but it was the yipping whimpers that came from him that urged Tymbre to continue rather than get it over with. He could have just said it was done and move on, or he could have buried his shaft in alongside his fist to fill his buddy one way or another, but he had one more idea.

The problem was that he couldn't quite reach the last two smaller dildos. He could feel them through the improbably straight tube that was a fox's digestive tract, but he couldn't quite worm his fingers and wrist in the right way to get it, at least not at first. So he used this as an excuse to do precisely that. He grabbed his cock with his free hand, soaked it in lube, and plunged it through the fox's flesh alongside his forearm, just like he'd planned. Chaz's ring did nothing to slow him down or stop him, as he was far too loose - or more specifically willingly un-tight - to do so.

Fortunately for both of them, this was what they wanted. So, while inside with both a fist and his entire cock while he was hovering over top his foxy friend, Tymbre grabbed the base of his cock with his free hand to squeeze the bottom of the knot while stroking his shaft inside so that he might fill Chaz with a copious volume of wuff seed. He needed the extra lube to get any deeper, since most of the stuff that had inflated the fox prior had burst out with the toys.

He was so fixated on this, he didn't even notice what Chaz was doing all the while. So as he gradually built up his pleasure and felt himself quickly come to climax - he was well trained in willingly doing so rather than holding off, as he could literally stay inside someone for hours without finishing if he so desired - he happily growled and felt his balls tense up, pumping shot after shot of his thick, gooey seed deep into Chaz. While still bursting and squeezing more inside, he deliberately let go of his shaft and wormed his way in deeper, using the creamy mess to find the remaining toys.

While leaving his cock still buried and his off hand wrapped around the base, he pulled those last two toys out with a creamy mess of spunk that soaked into Chaz's fur; he found no issues yanking it out between his cock and Chaz's tender bowel flesh.

Upon plunging his fist in once more, he was met with a huge, thick something or other at the end of his reach. While sloshing around and feeling about, he was able to grab whatever it was and quickly realized what it was. The widened flare of the massive horse cock he'd pulled out sideways! As he looked up to see how this had happened, he saw that Chaz had literally swallowed it only to get stuck at the thick, girthy balls at the base of the toy, both of which were resting on his tongue.

As a joke, Tymbre wrapped his fingers around the flare and tugged, forcing the toy to be yanked down Chaz's throat, balls and all. The bulge in his gullet and down his chest was visible right up until the flare itself popped out of his booty next to Tymbre's knot. With one more yank, the entire dildo was pulled out of the fox like a ripcord, bringing a wash of cum and lube to soak the floor, Tymbre's belly fur, and everything on Chaz. At the same time, the resulting gape that passed through the fox's belly and throat allowed a steady stream of wuffamute cum to gargle out and seep out between his lips.

Chaz greedily gulped it back down and licked up what he could while grinning at Tymbre.

With the dick extraction complete, Tymbre's cock slowly retreated to his sheath, tugging itself out Chaz to leave room for a fist to replace it, so he did that. One fluid motion had Tymbre's fingers snaking their way through the fox's bowels, past his belly, and right up into the back of his throat, soaking in his own cum as his arm disappeared up to the shoulder. He made some tickling motions to coax a laugh out of Chaz. "You're my dummy now. Sing for me!"

With a gulp that forced Tymbre's arm to be swallowed and slip out his backside, leaving a sloppy, fleshy, gapey mess accentuated by the deep guttural belches that came as air passed through him. Once the two had completely disconnected, he rolled up on his side to cradle his hyper-sized cock while suckling on the tip to get out all the precum he could.

"It's a shame you never got to use that." Tymbre mused while sprawled out to catch his breath, nodding at Chaz's cock.

"You're still here. I'm sure we could think of plenty to do with it."

They shared a knowing grin as Tymbre started rubbing his sheath, eager for another round.