Virtual Reality - Part 10

It didn’t take long for me to become aroused--a few moments of kissing was enough for that. But it did take a while for me to get fully hard thanks to the massive amount of meat I was now packing. Each throb only seemed to make my cock twitch and only after several minutes did it seem like I’d finally gotten a decent chub going on. Leo was helpful here, constantly groping and stroking my new length, never letting up, knowing somehow that patience and persistence were going to be a requirement for my massive equipment.

It was all glorious to me, of course. It was like a protracted foreplay session where I didn’t even have to do anything. It was like the gears of our lovemaking had all been swapped for larger ones that required a constant impetus to maintain forward momentum.

But the prize for all that effort was certainly worth it. I couldn’t quite tell how long I was thanks to my belly still blocking any view of the base, but there was a healthy amount of shaft and the biggest, angriest purple helmet sticking out from beyond the hemisphere of my own stomach. I could even tell by the bunches of rolled-up skin that I had a pretty hefty amount of foreskin to boot.

Leo was all about my new tool. He stroked, he tugged, he licked my entire length from base to head, running his tongue up and down every inch of my shaft while one hand played with my balls. It was all so bizarre to suddenly feel so much more of me to touch that Leo’s hands seemed like they belonged to a midget. One hand used to be able to cup my genitals entirely--now Leo could barely grasp my left nut without it slipping between his fingers.

The one downside to all this attention was that I was already most of the way to my peak. I tried to move my hips in such a way to suggest that Leo should slow down at least a little, but he seemed to interpret it as impatience on my part. Instead of stopping, he got up from between my thighs, turned around, squatted while angling my cock at his hole, and then sat in my lap without even taking a breath.

I moaned. I grabbed his hips. I thrust. It was all automatic. I couldn’t remember ever feeling like this, this feeling of warmth, of tightness, of being so far inside someone I could imagine my cock rearranging internal organs. I felt like I wasn’t myself any longer--like Leo and I had become one entity. It was intoxicating beyond anything I’d ever experienced. Or maybe Leo had initiated an aerosolized bliss injection when I wasn’t paying attention.

Either way, there was no stopping me. If this had been the real world I’m certain I would have punched a hole straight through my boyfriend’s torso. Instead, I thrust wildly, making sure I maintained a firm grip on Leo’s hips so that I slammed his ass all the way each and every time. And after a few moments of this, I came.

It was at least as mind-blowing as any orgasm Leo had given me in the real world, and that included all the orgasms that were chemical-assisted. And best of all, Leo seemed to be getting the most out of it. He wailed like a banshee as his own throbbing rod bounced wildly from my thrusting, spraying ropes of jizz all over my thighs, the bed, and himself.

There wasn’t a lot of space inside Leo for my cum to go, so a lot of it leaked out onto my fur-covered groin. If it wasn’t a sex swamp before, it was now. Neither of us seemed to care.

Leo eventually flopped off of me after he caught his breath. When he did, my cock made an obscene “schlorping” sound as it escaped his well-abused asshole and there was another residual gush of cum from my long hog that added to the puddle forming beneath my bulk.

I got up on my elbows to survey the scene. Leo was laying on the other side of the bed, face down, perky ass up in the air. I was still rock-hard and felt this might be an opportunity to see what I could really do now that I’d knocked out a load already.

“What are you doing?” Leo mumbled weakly as I got up on my hands and knees to lumber over his prostrate form.

I didn’t answer. I dragged my belly across his back a few times, something I correctly assumed he’d find playful. Then I lined myself up with his hole and just let myself fall on top of him, my cock sinking into the hilt.

Leo screamed, which I wasn’t exactly expecting. I knew that the VR suite wouldn’t allow any real damage to Leo’s physical body, but the suite could still create pain sensations when it thought that pain was the appropriate stimulus, and evidently the computer thought having a coke-bottle for a cock roughly shoved into an unsuspecting hole was exactly the sort of thing that called for pain.

But it didn’t last long. Leo’s sharp retort soon mellowed as I wrapped my arms around his head, comforting him. I didn’t move. I let him get used to my size again, how my flab wrapped around him like a blanket while my cock skewered him like a sword. Eventually, I felt his trembling wash away, and I knew he was ready for round two.

I was gentler this time. Slow gyrations, then tiny strokes, then longer ones. The whole time I was breathing hard in Leo’s ear, whispering sweet nothings, or nibbling on his neck. I made sure that he felt my entire bulk the entire time by not keeping myself propped up on elbows or knees. There was more than enough give in my belly to allow me to thrust fully and deeply when our lovemaking had gotten to that point.

Every time I thrust, Leo moaned like a bitch in heat. Eventually his moans became a near-constant whine, then he screamed again as I felt his asshole rhythmically contract around my buried log. I never stopped thrusting, maintaining a constant pace throughout Leo’s second orgasm of the evening.

I wasn’t anywhere near close to cumming, so I just kept going. Leo had gone limp by this point, but not unconscious--he’d seemed to have resigned himself to being along for the ride. It didn’t seem like he minded me being in charge.

It was a solid 15 minutes later that I finally started to feel myself building to climax. I’d never changed my pace the entire time, but even slow and languid strokes were a workout after 15 minutes. I was covered in sweat, and consequently so was Leo. It worked out though, since the sweat acted as a lubricant between our bodies as I kept dragging my bulk back and forth across his back.

Maintaining the same pace was difficult after I started to fill Leo’s guts with cum for the second time, but I grimaced, grunted, and bit down on Leo’s shoulder as I came. And came, and came. It seemed as though I’d never stop spilling my seed, but eventually I felt my balls settle back down to rest on Leo’s well-worn ass cheeks, signaling that my second orgasm was finally at an end.