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Packing Priapus Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2024-10-14 13:52:59 +0000 UTCAlfredo tipped the last of his beer down without breaking rhythm on his dildo. It was the biggest in his collection and had taken his chunky, Latino ass all Friday evening and a lot of alcohol to work up to. Kneeling naked in the middle of his bathroom he carefully set his 9th beer aside and refocused his effort. One hand bracing a chubby thigh, the other gently caressing a nipple, he moaned a little as he slid himself further down; massive round cheeks squashing against the floor before he’d reached the base. Up and down again, he gyrated himself on the tile floor in drunken ecstasy; his round beach ball belly bouncing playfully. Suddenly, with a loud squelch, the dildo’s suction broke and came up with him. Alfredo let out a gasp as his ass squeezed the dildo out, flying like an arrow through the bathroom door. Grunting, he pushed himself up on slightly shaky legs, his insides tingling with the sudden vacuum. He saw that it had sailed across the hall and into the living room. Grinning slightly with pride and running his fingers through his short black hair, he went to retrieve it. The grin vanished when he discovered the dildo’s suction cup had gotten sliced on the corner of the glass coffee table.
Craving to be filled, he lay on the carpet to try a couple of positions, but nothing worked. The Dino Dick 25 had no handles and was slick with lube. He tossed it aside, thinking about what else in the house could be of use. He saw a stack of boxes in the corner, and his drunken mind couldn’t remember what they were doing there. Stumbling slightly, he started rummaging through one on top of a stack. His touched something long and hard through something soft. He picked up and removed an old towel to find something black, about as long as his forearm, and slightly wider on one side than the other. Each side was rounded and had a slightly bumpy texture feeling to it, which gave him grip in his lube covered hands.
He fell to his knees, bracing himself with one hand while the other positioned the thing behind him. He pushed in the wider end inch by inch, moaning while he did so. He could feel the bumpy texture, pushing him further, and he started adding a twist. One hand holding him up, the other reaching over an ample backside to shove the object over and over again deep into his ass. Finally, with a moan and a clenching ass, he came and shot a load all over the carpet. With a finally grunt, he collapsed forward. Shoulders on the floor and ass still high in the air, a faint snore escaped his open mouth. The object was stuck halfway out his ass like a small flagpole. Suddenly, it gave a twitch. Then another. Then a little shake. And then without a sound, it started sinking down and down until with a quiet slurp, it disappeared from view. Alfredo slept on without a care in the world.
-
The first thing he noticed was his dry mouth. Then the hangover rolled over Alfredo and his hands gripped his head as he rolled over into a fetal position. After several minutes, he slowly uncoiled and got to his feet. Through half closed eyes, he made his way to the kitchen where he downed several glasses of water. He stumbled to his bathroom, where he swallowed Tylenol with even more water. Staggering to his bedroom, he collapsed on his bed, half dragged some blankets over himself, and drifted off once again.
A few hours later, he opened his eyes. He had to blink several times before he could read the clock.
11:47am. The information seemed to take a while to reach his brain, and even longer before it began to bounce around. Then it clicked, His mother was stopping by at noon. He leaped out of bed, in and out of the shower in record time, and was just zipping up his jeans when the doorbell rang. Hastily straightening things on his way to the door, he spotted the rug stain and dildo on the floor. As the doorbell rang a second time, he yelled, “Coming,” as he moved the coffee table over to its rightful place. Still slick with lube, he picked up the dildo and tossed it behind the couch. The doorbell rang on and off in rapid succession as he finally made it to the door.
“Momeeee!”
“Fredieeee!” a short woman whose styled black hair made her about a foot taller reached her arms as best she could around Alfredo and squeezed hard. Alfredo squeezed back, careful to keep his lubed hand off her body tight purple dress. Gold hoop earrings threatened to catch his ear as she pulled away to look him up and down with a motherly smile.
“You’re looking good, eating well?”
“Yes momma.”
“Good. Well I said this would be a quick visit, I’ll tell you about Key Largo later. I’m here to give your apartment back.”
“Great. Great. Just walk around the coffee table. I’m, um, vacuuming later.”
He reached down and picked up the first box. Alfredo’s apartment was on the second floor of his apartment complex, so each trip to her car involved stairs and he was huffing within minutes. He was coming back from his third trip to find her rummaging through a box.
“Honey, have you seen your grandma’s old fig?”
“Fig?”
“Yeah. It’s this ugly old black thing,” she held her hands up showing a size, “looks a bit like a bowling pin.”
“Uh,” Alfredo shook his head, “No, I haven’t. I don’t think I’ve touched those boxes since you dropped them off.”
“Oh well. I never liked the thing anyway. It’s just something that was past down in the family, like that antique silver platter your aunt Ruth has. It belonged to your great grandfather, and I swear to God,” she kissed her fingers, touched her forehead, and raised her hand, “that basic bitch used it to serve pigs-in-a-blanket on Christmas 3 years ago.”
“Mom!”
“It’s ok, I love her. We’re going to Zumba next Thursday. Anyhoo,” she started looking in the next box, “It’s just been a family heirloom for a long time. Apparently, one of our ancestors was approached by a beggar who sought shelter, and they took them in. They left, but they returned with this massive fig. They handed over the fig and a poem, a poem your grandmother made us recite every thanksgiving.
A fig to the eye
But be not deceived
A blessing by Priapus
With whom I plead
To your crops and fields
Plant but one seed
100 moons of fertility
Your decedents to feed.
The power of life
Abundance for all
In the name of Priapus
All crops shall stand tall
“Huh,” Alfredo taped up another box, “Nifty.”
“Ain’t it?” She grinned at him, “yeah. Your grandmother had a bunch of old things, but I’m afraid she didn’t tell us what she wanted to do with them once she passed away.” After crossing herself, she gently caressed the boxes, “Oh well. She lived a good long life. And don’t you worry, sugar bear.” She grinned at him, “You know me, you won’t have any of this mess from me. I like wine, travel, massages, and none of that can be put in a will.”
“Mama, don’t talk like that.”
“Honey. There’s no point denying it, happens to the best of us,” she walk over to him and rubbed his shoulders. “What’s important is that we use what talents God gave us to make the world a better place and spend time with those we love.”
He bent down to her, she reached up to wrap her arms around him tight.
“And you have many wonderful talents, my son.”
“Thank you Mama.”
“And you must have a very special talent indeed if what’s sticking out from behind the couch is any indication-”
“AHHHHHHHHHHH”
-
Alfredo stood outside and waved goodbye until his mother disappeared around the corner.
“Okay,” he walked back into his apartment, undid his belt, and dropped his pants. Standing free in his underwear, he looked around,“Let’s see.”
He picked up the Dino Dick 25 and noticed the cut on the suction cup. “Aw man. Must have done that last night. Oh yeah,” he re-traced the arc it made coming into the living room. “I kinda remember that.” Fingers examining the cut, he crossed to his trashcan and dropped it in. Clicking his heels together, he stood at attention and saluted. “So long, dear friend. Our time was short, but it was hot. You made me a better bottom. Godspeed.” Grabbing a soda from the fridge, he sat down at his computer.
“Ok, let’s see if they made the Dino Dick 50 yet.” He got to the website and clicked to their dildo section.
“Ok. Price range, any. Color any. Size 18” or larger. Show me what you got.” He whistled as he scrolled through the results. “Hello boys, lookin’ good.” He found the Dino Dick section, and to his delight, saw a Dino Dick 50 and 75. As he looked at them lovingly, a flashing arrow pointed down. He scrolled further to see it was directing him to what looked like a black traffic cone.
The Everest. Mount it because it’s there. Challenge- send us a video of you reaching the base, we’ll send you a refund and Everest is yours for free.
Alfredo’s eyes bulged. The thing was enormous. But even as he stared at it, he could imagine what it must feel like to have that thing inside him. Pushed beyond limit. Stretched beyond imagination. Finally filling that small void inside that every bottom craves to vanquish. He added it to his cart, selected rush delivery, and had just settled back to ruminate on just what exactly he was setting out to do when there was a pounding at his door.
“Hey….Hey! Open up!”
Alfredo rolled his eyes. Tyson would keep pounding until Alfredo answered the door. He glanced at the clock to estimate when he started drinking to get hammered by the middle of the afternoon.
More loud banging. Alfredo sighed; got up and walked towards the door. Somehow Tyson still lived a couple doors down with his girlfriend despite all the noise complaints the neighbors have made. There was a rumor Tyson was screwing the landlady, along with a number of female occupants, single or otherwise. But every two to three months it seemed, of all the choices he had, Tyson walks down the hall to Alfredo. And Alfredo kept letting him in.
Alfredo unlocked and opened the door to a waft of alcohol. He glanced up to a wall of black muscle and tattoos. Tyson’s sleeveless shirt was stretched open down the sides, showing off his efforts in the gym. Basketball shorts hung low enough to reveal they were the only thing he was wearing. Bald and clean-shaven with just the smallest goatee under his bottom lip, he leaned heavily against the doorframe attempting to focus. Alfredo looked him up and down and sighed. He knew he shouldn’t, but god damn was he sexy.
“Hi Tyson.”
“You got beer?” Tyson stumbled into Alfredo on the way to his fridge. He opened it, grabbed a beer and cracked it open. Standing back up, he took a long swig from it as Alfredo closed the front door and locked it.
“Help yourself.” Alfredo moved to the window blinds and closed them. Tyson stood for a moment in the kitchen rubbing his crotch and staring blankly into space, leading Alfredo to assume there was more than alcohol in his system. He snapped back and made his way to the couch and plopped down heavily, leaned for the remote and turned on the TV to sports.
“So Tyson, how was your day?”
“Good.” He grunted, rubbing his crotch again, “You?”
“My mom stopped by to pick up some boxes.” Alfredo sat down next to him. Tyson reached over to grab Alfredo’s hand and shifted it to his thigh. “had a nice visit. Oh, and I had to throw out one of my didlo’s since the suction broke-“
Tyson swiped at Alfredo, grabbing his head and pulling him to his crotch. “I hate you using those things. Makes you loose, I want tight.” He spanked Alfredo’s backside hard; Alfredo let out a squeak.
“Yeah.” He spanked Alfredo again and again. “Yeah, you like that. You like this?” he pushed Alfredo’s head against him and Alfredo could feel his dick hard and growing. He started gnawing at it through the shorts.
“No teeth!” Tyson smacked the back of his head. Alfredo winched, and went back to work a little more carefully.
“Yeah,” the hand on the back of Alfredo’s head rubbed in circles, “Yeah, that’s it tubby. You like a little extra meat, huh. You like a little extra meat on your pizza, and you like my extra meat. Ain’t that right, tubby?”
Tyson couldn’t see Alfredo roll his eyes. Tyson then yanked down Alfredo’s underwear, and started fingering his hole. “Oh yeah. Damn, you extra wet today. Did you know I was comin’? Were you hoping I was?”
Tyson moved his hand back to Alfredos head and pulled it back. The other hand reached down to remove his shorts with some difficulty. Finally, his dick popped free and swayed like a palm tree. Twelve inches and thick with a mushroom head, Alfredo had a moment to appreciate it before Tyson pushed him back down. It’s hot, throbbing weight pushed against Alfredo’s face as he was buried against Tyson’s crotch, his raw, musky stench overwhelming his senses.
“Yeah…yeah…want that? You want that fat boy?”
He let Alfredo’s come up to the head. As soon as Alfredo had his lips around it, Tyson shoved him down to the base. Previous encounters taught Alfredo this was coming he and managed to avoid gagging.
“Fuck yeah, tubby. You so good at this,” He held Alfredo’s head and started thrusting his hips up. “Fuck yeah, tubby. Fatty’s like you need to know their place.” Alfredo tried his best, but started choking. This seemed to turn Tyson on as he started thrusting a little faster. Finally, he held Alfredo down for a couple of seconds before letting him come up for air. Alfredo fell off the couch, gasping. As he caught his breath, he could feel Tyson moving behind him, sliding down his underwear.
“Damn, ain’t this a bitch.” Tyson grabbed a handful of Alfredo’s cheeks in both hands. “This just too firm and juicy!” two more slaps. Then Alfredo shivered as Tyson dug a couple fingers inside him. “And seriously wet. Were you hoping I would stop by? Were you fantasizing about me coming over and fucking you senseless? Yeah, I bet you did, tubby.”
Alfredo felt two thick slaps to his ass before he felt Tyson position his cock at his hole. Then, without warning, Tyson thrusted himself inside in one go. Alfredo braced himself for the first sharp pain, but it didn’t come. Instead, he was feeling more pleasure than he could ever remember. It seemed to Alfredo as if he could feel every single square millimeter of Tyson’s cock. The skin of the mushroom head, the veins running along the length of the shaft, even the hole at the top as it plunged and slid its way deep inside him. He couldn’t help it, he opened his mouth and started moaning loudly.
“Shut up, Bitch,” Tyson reached forward and stuck some fingers in his mouth, “Keep your fucking voice down.” Alfredo sucked on them, but moaned on through a closed mouth. This feeling, it was incredible. He found himself pushing back against Tyson hard, wanting him deeper inside him. Tyson responded with enthusiasm, and they pressed into each other with every stroke. Alfredo’s mind was going blank. He could feel something swirling inside him, growing, pulsing.
After a while, Tyson slowed down and popped out. Nude and slick with sweat, he collapsed back on the couch, barely able to keep his head upright. Alfredo’s shirt and underwear were also gone, and he lay on his back with his knees up.
“More. Please!” Alfredo begged, holding his legs in the air,“More!”
Panting, it looked like it took every ounce of effort Tyson had left to focus and reply, “What the fuck?”
“More. Please!” Alfredo felt the energy swirl again, rubbing along the inside of him, gathering in his groin. “More!”
“Damn. You…one filthy little…slut,” with one hand, Tyson managed to push himself over so that he lay awkwardly on his stomach. He jiggled his plumb black bottom so that it glistened in the light. “First, I’m feeling a little dirty back there. Lick it clean bitch!”
Alfredo felt his dick twitch. Wasting no time, he dove in with gusto. His tongue tracing over Tysons sweaty hole again and again, savoring every ridge and crevice. The moans coming from Tyson indicated he was enjoying the experience. The smell of must and sweat seemed to be getting to Alfredos head, he felt almost dizzy from pleasure.
He felt his dick twich again, and seemed to get itchy and tingly. One hand holding open Tysons ass cheek, the other reached down to grasp his ample dick.
wait, what?
Alfredo came up for air to look down, and through his haze felt shock. His dick, once partially hidden under his belly folds, now
poked straight up and out, unyielding, hard and larger than Tysons. Below that, his balls now the size of grapefruits swung underneath, swollen and plump. With hazy wonder, Alfredo reached down to explore his new junk, each touch a shiver of pleasure.
“The fuck you stopped for bitch!” Tyson gave a small donkey kick, which landed against Alfredos thigh. “Get back in there!”
In a daze, Alfredo looked down at his dick, then at Tysons ample ass, then back down again. His breath heavy, A new desire was building up inside of him. The ass in front of him drove his horniness to a wild new place. His dicks stood at attention, waiting.
“You want me back in there…bitch?” Alfredo adjusted his stance behind Tyson, who went still at the words just said to him.
“What did you just say to me you little- Omphf” Tyson had tried to get up, but Alfredo had just lifted up his belly and plopped it on his lower back.
“Then lets get back in there BITCH!” Alfredo thrusted forward, entering Tyson's ass in one deep motion as Tyson let out a sound that was a yell and a moan. Alfredo couldn't believe the feeling. He was as hard as a rock, and Tyson felt so tight around him. Tyson tried to struggle, but with a new found strength, Alfredo pushed his hips forward, driving himself deeper and pinning Tyson to the couch. He reached around his belly to grab Tyson on his tight hips and started thrusting in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
The sensation was overwhelming, Alfredo had never topped before and was wondering why he had never tried. He found himself moaning with pleasure to match Tysons moans, which were also starting to sound pleasurable.
“Yeah, you like that, huh, you like that.” Alfredo slapped one of Tysons cheeks, who flinched against him. “You like that?”
Tyson whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure evident in his voice.
“Huh?” Alfredo paused in his fucking, “ I can’t hear you.”
"Yes...yes, I do," Tysons admitted barely above a whisper.
Alfredo couldn't help but feel a surge of power surge through him. He felt invincible, like he could take on the world with this newfound strength and lust. Alfredo started pounding into Tyson as hard as he could. He could feel his own body responding to the pleasure that Tyson's tight ass was providing. His dick throbbed with each thrust, His massive balls slapping against Tysons now smaller ones. He could feel the desire building up inside him like a volcano waiting to erupt.
He slapped Tyson's other cheek, then reached down to stroke his rigid dick. The sight of it pounding into Tyson was almost too much for him to handle, threatening to push him over the edge.
"Are you going to beg for it? Are you going to admit you want my cum deep inside you, filling you up?" Alfredo growled, almost losing control at the thought of plowing Tyson and dumping his load inside him.
Tyson's body trembled beneath Alfredo, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.
“SAY IT!”
"Yes!" Tyson cried out, his voice hoarse with passion. "I want your cum! Fill me with your baby gravy!"
The words were like a spark in a dry forest, igniting a firestorm of lust within Alfredo. He thrust harder, deeper, his mind fixated on the goal of satisfying himself inside Tyson's eager body.
"You want it? You want my cum?" Alfredo growled, his voice low and menacing, mirroring the intensity of his desire. His dick throbbed uncontrollably as if it had a mind of its own, matching the rhythm of his pounding heart. "You're going to take every last drop I have... and you're going to enjoy every second of it!"
With that, Alfredo erupted. His body convulsed as orgasm after orgasm tore through him. His dick swelled within Tyson, pumping load after load of scalding cum deep inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, and it seemed to go on for hours. Tyson moaned and twitched beneath him, his body shaking from the intensity of it all.
Finally, it subsided. Alfredo collapsed onto Tyson, panting and spent. His dick slowly slipped out of Tyson's ass with a soft squelch, leaving a wet trail behind it. Tyson shuddered once more before going limp beneath him.
Alfredo's breaths started to normalize, and he gazed down at Tyson, who looked like a limp noodle on the couch. A small trickle of white glistened against his dark skin. Alfredo grinned, feeling a rush of power. Topping is awesome, he thought to himself.
"Well, that was...different," Alfredo chuckled, feeling his dick swing below. Tyson stirred underneath him.
“How ya doin big guy? Was that your first time bottom-HOLY SHIT” Tyson had managed to roll himself over on the couch, his head lolling to the side. HIs once taut stomach now protruded outward in a large, round belly. It was an expanse of flesh, round and swollen like a ripe melon.The belly rose and fell with each heavy breath, emphasizing its size and weight. It dominated his frame, almost seeming to pin him down to the couch with its weight. Tyson looked down at it with a lazy smile.
“Damn dog, what you been eatin’ to pump a load like that?” And with a last smile, he gently fell to the side of the couch and started to snore, one hand resting on his new gut.
