Making Up for Lost Time
Blitz hadn’t felt this awkward since that dinner at Crimson’s house. He and Fizz were sitting on the dirty couch in the middle of his dingy apartment. The TV was playing some shitty sitcom, but neither of them was really paying attention to it. They weren’t even two feet from each other, but they felt miles apart. Sure, they were friends again, but this was their first time in fifteen years just…hanging out. Neither of them had any idea what to actually say.
It was Fizz’s idea – partly because of what he and Ozzie had talked about the other day, though it was mostly because he just wanted to see his best friend again. He wanted to gauge how open Blitz would be to bringing Stolas over to their place to try and work out their issues, but he didn’t want to bring it up right away since he knew Blitz would just get defensive about it.
This was also Fizz’s first time seeing where Blitz lived, and he was trying his best not to let his own living situation color his opinion. Seeing this place was making him realize just how spoiled he’d been since meeting Ozzie; he’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be…not rich. On top of that, he couldn’t help but notice all the pictures hung up around the living room. Seeing Blitz’s face scratched out in every single one broke his heart. He had to help his friend heal somehow.
“Sooooo uh…nice place you got.” Fizz finally tried to end the painful silence, though he immediately cringed as the words left his mouth. He wasn’t sure how sensitive Blitz was to their class disparity. Thankfully, Blitz actually laughed.
“Really? That’s your big icebreaker? I mean shit, it’s not like it can compare to yours, right?” Despite the mild jab, Blitz had a slight smirk, which let Fizz know he wasn’t really upset by it.
“Well…still. I mean at least it’s better than our old circus tent, right?”
That was Fizz’s only other major worry. He wanted to make sure he was the one to inevitably bring up their circus days, to try to show Blitz that he wasn’t still sore about the accident. He did see Blitz wince at the mention, but it seemed like he understood what Fizz was trying to do. Of course, that didn’t stop him from trying to apologize yet again.
“Fizz, I—”
“I know Blitz, I know. We’ve been over this. I forgive you. I’m sorry it took me so long to see what happened. What…Cash did. We can’t get that time back, but we’re here now. Let’s just make the most of it, all right?”
Blitz looked like he was about to cry. Without hesitating, Fizz closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around his friend. It took a moment, but eventually Blitz returned the hug, sniffling over his shoulder. They stayed like that until Blitz recomposed himself, then returned to sitting side by side. Fizz didn’t scoot back to the other end of the couch though; he stayed right next to Blitz, who seemed to be feeling better. The tension they were both feeling was much lighter now.
Now that the first elephant in the room was taken care of, Fizz decided to start laying the groundwork for his next goal.
“So uh…you said your daughter’s out at a party? I still can’t believe you adopted a hellhound. I never pegged you for the fatherly type.”
That seemed to get Blitz back in a more talkative mood. They both knew that wasn’t actually news to Fizz. They knew they had been keeping tabs on each other for the past decade and a half, but they pretended otherwise for the sake of making conversation.
“Oh yeah? Well there’s a lot you’ve missed out on in the last fifteen years.”
Fizz giggled. Blitz gave a puzzled look.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“Oh nothing. I’m just surprised you didn’t take the bait for a pegging joke.” Fizz stuck out his tongue.
“Pff, you sure living with the king of Lust hasn’t just warped your sense of humor?”
Fizz huffed playfully.
“Hey, like you have any room to talk! You remember all the shit we used to do back then.”
“Heh, yeah. Literally.”
Perfect. That was just the opening Fizz was looking for.
“Hey, speaking of which, do you and Stolas still…you know…?”
Blitz looked down at the floor.
“Oh, well, uh…not really. We haven’t done anything like that since you and I…you know. In fact I didn’t see him at all after that until last year. We’re…” He sighed, “I still don’t know what’s going on exactly. He’s been acting weird lately, ever since that night at Ozzie’s. He keeps telling me we don’t have to do anything when I come over, but he still acts all happy when I show up. I don’t get it.”
Fizz could tell this was something Blitz had been wanting to get off his chest for a while. He was always the one Blitz confided in, ever since they were little. It was a little worrying, honestly; he felt like Blitz was one step away from launching into an all-night vent session about all of his troubles. As good as that would probably be for him, Fizz couldn’t bring himself to open that can of worms just yet. Even still, he felt he had to press this specific issue a little further. He just hoped it wouldn’t ruin the mood.
“Huh. Hey Blitz…look at me.”
Blitz slowly turned his head until his eyes met Fizz’s. His expression was deathly serious.
“Are you in love with him?”
Fizz could instantly see the conflicting emotions fighting on his friend’s face. This was the one question Blitz dreaded. He knew the answer in his heart, but it was stuck in the middle of a constant battle between him and his own self-hatred. Unfortunately, right now, the self-hatred was still winning.
“It…it doesn’t matter. All I am to Stolas is another toy. He would never—”
SMACK
Even Fizz wasn’t really expecting that to happen; it was almost like his hand moved on its own. Blitz just sat there dumbfounded, touching his cheek where Fizz had punched him. Fizz rolled with it.
“Sorry. But…you’re a fucking dumbass, you know that, right?” Blitz looked like he was about to snap back, but Fizz cut him off. “You really think that’s all you are to him? After all this time?! Listen to me: HE. LOVES. YOU. He’s been acting weird since Ozzie’s? Since you fucking invited him there? That’s when he fell for you, dipshit.”
Fizz knew that even that wasn’t the whole truth; it had been obvious since they were kids. But this was what Blitz needed to hear right now, whether he wanted to or not.
Blitz was speechless. Not because the idea was surprising, but because of how bluntly Fizz laid it out. He’d forgotten how it felt to have someone be this direct with him; it was honestly kind of refreshing. It even felt like he was almost ready to believe it. Almost.
He sat back and rubbed his temples. “Look, can we…talk about something else? You said you wanted to hang out. I didn’t sign up for a therapy session.”
Fizz sighed, but leaned back against the cushions and folded his arms.
“Fine, but we’re not done with this. You’re right though, I didn’t mean for this to get so deep. The main reason I asked about you two in the first place was…well…”
Blitz looked over to see Fizz’s face turning pink. He raised his eyebrows as he waited for him to continue. Fizz glanced over and smiled as his blush grew.
“I was wondering if you’d wanna…y’know…do what we used to do.”
Blitz blinked a few times. Until tonight, he hadn’t thought about eating anyone or getting eaten in years. After the conversation they just had, he did feel like he needed something to take his mind off things, but…
“Whoa wait, really? Here? Now? I mean…I dunno… What about the big guy?”
Fizz giggled at Blitz’s weak reluctance, already picking up momentum toward lifting the mood.
“Oh, don’t worry about him. I showed him what it’s like the other day. He’s totally into it now! In fact, he’s the one who suggested I ask you!” That last part was a lie, but it didn’t matter. Fizz had suggested it right after he and Ozzie tried it, and Ozzie had wholeheartedly encouraged it.
Blitz still looked a bit unsure, but seeing the sincerity and happiness on his best friend’s face helped him reach an answer. He wasn’t worried about it affecting him and Stolas; even if he was lying to himself about the other aspects of their relationship, he was still staying true to the “I fuck who I want, when I want” mindset.
“Well…ah fuck it, why not.” Blitz was blushing a bit now too.
Fizz’s grin stretched all the way across his face, his heart already beating faster as his dick started to throb to life.
“Now we’re talkin’! So uh…when Ozzie and I did it the other day, that was my first time since back then too, and I let him have me so he could see what makin’ a mess was like…so now I wanna have a turn stickin’ someone up my butt again~”
Blitz rolled his eyes and sighed, though he couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“What, that kaiju cock isn't enough for you?”
Fizz fidgeted in his seat a bit.
“Well it's…that's different. Sure it's huge and all, but…a cock just can't squirm, y'know? …I mean our toy ones can obviously, but it’s still not the same.”
Blitz couldn't help but let out a laugh. He should have expected this. Fizz’s ass was insatiable when they were younger, so why would that be any different now?
“Fine, fine. But I’m plowin’ that slutty clown ass first,” he chuckled, starting to undo his pants.
“…said the slutty clown.” Fizz retorted, sticking his tongue out again as he got up to change position. He turned away and rested his arms on the far end of the couch, shaking his thick ass at Blitz.
“Hey, I haven't been a clown since I worked at Loo Loo Land! That place fuckin’ sucked, by the way.”
“Hmm, not denying the slutty part though, are you?”
“Fuuuck you.”
“Oh please do~” Fizz gave his butt another shake, making his giant cheeks wobble and bounce mere inches from his best friend's face. As Blitz got into position, Fizz took his top off, revealing his rather lithe torso that belied the thickness down below.
Even clothed, Blitz could tell Fizz was packing some serious cake. It was even bigger than he remembered, which made him wonder whether it had actually grown or if he just hadn’t appreciated it as much before. He reached out and slid those tight pants off, letting those bouncy cheeks burst out into the open. Between them was arguably the most impressive part: the fat, puffy donut Blitz had always loved. But even that was bigger than he remembered; the whole thing measured about eight inches across, spreading those cheeks way more than his pants made it seem.
“Damn Fizz! Gotta say, you're lookin’ even better than I remember! You sure you haven't been feeding this thing?”
Seeing his best friend naked was bringing back fond memories of when they were younger, back when the two of them would do things like this all the time. When their bodies were still intact and not covered in burn scars. When Stolas used to play with them. Stolas…
Blitz struggled to stay present in the moment – at least until Fizz chimed in: “Hehe, well that's one of the perks of living with Asmodeus…he maaay have given me a little boost in a few areas~”
Blitz quickly returned to his sassy, aloof self. “Mm, lucky you. But check this out!”
Blitz reached down to slide his own pants off, taking a moment to work them down around his sizable endowments. Eventually his dick flopped out, and he lifted it up just to let it land with a loud smack across Fizz's back as it quickly hardened. Two feet long and over five inches thick, Fizz could feel the heat radiating off of it all the way up to his neck. Meanwhile those fat nuts sloshed as they bumped against his cheeks, each one the size of a cantaloupe. Fizz moaned softly in anticipation.
“Ooh, you've gotten bigger too, huh? And it's all natural? No wonder you're so popular~”
“Oh yeah, I guess I have. I'm sure it's nothing compared to your kaiju, but I know your ass is just as hungry for it, ain't that right?” Blitz gave one of those cheeks a playful slap, watching it ripple as he licked his lips unconsciously.
“Mmh…can’t say you’re wrong. Now c’mon already!”
Blitz pulled his hips back to bring his tip down to that pulsing donut. With a sigh, he started to push it in. As he expected, there was barely any resistance at all. Even Stolas’s pucker made him work just a little, but this was the ass of a true born slut.
“God damn Fizz, I forgot how easy you are to get into! I guess that was always true for more than just dicks though, huh?”
Fizz giggled, before letting out a long moan as that thick length slid deeper. Inch after inch, Blitz brought his hips closer and closer to Fizz’s. He was going slower on purpose, since he knew that if he went in at full strength, he’d just slip all the way in in an instant. Eventually he bottomed out though, and he stayed there for a moment while he took in the feeling of his best friend’s ass for the first time in fifteen years. Fizz was doing the same thing on his end, marveling at the size of Blitz’s cock as he clenched around it a few times, making soft squishing sounds that just made both of them hornier. Blitz was right – Ozzie had fucked him plenty of times with a much bigger dick than this, but he was always happy to have any dick inside him.
“Ahh…y’know I gotta be honest, I really missed this ass. Hope you’re ready~” Blitz teased.
Once he got the nod, Blitz pulled back out, and then slammed his entire length in again. And again. And again. He quickly picked up speed as he remembered how good Fizz’s ass felt.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
The smacking of Blitz’s heavy balls against Fizz’s own hefty sack was music to their ears. Hearing each other’s moans was intoxicating, and soon they became vaguely conscious of the fact that they were moaning each other’s names. They were too into it to stop though, let alone say anything else.
It only took Blitz a couple minutes to reach his first climax. He tensed up as he kept humping, shooting several gallons of hot imp jizz, much more than his melon-sized nuts would suggest he was capable of. Without thinking, he grabbed Fizz’s tail and pulled hard, eliciting a startled yelp from the slutty imp that quickly devolved into even louder moans.
Having his tail pulled along with the feeling of all that cum flooding his insides made Fizz follow suit pretty quickly. He could already feel his gut expanding rapidly, which only made him moan louder as he shot his own huge load all over the side of the couch and the floor. With more still pumping into him by the second, he felt his belly press against the arm of the sofa on top of his dick, comfortably sandwiching it and stimulating it more as it kept gushing for over a minute.
Despite both of them having climaxed already, they kept going, taking advantage of their impressive stamina to get as much as they could out of this. After several minutes of nearly nonstop orgasms, both imps gradually started to come down from their euphoria. Blitz slumped on top of Fizz, half exhausted already. That was more intense than he was expecting. As the post-nut clarity set in, it hit him just how badly he’d wanted–no, how much he’d needed this. Not only was his best friend back in his life, but here they were going at it like nothing had ever changed. It was like they were back at their circus, sneaking away between shows to fuck in the back…among other things.
“Soooo…” Fizz started, giving his ass a little shake with Blitz’s cock still firmly lodged inside it, “Satisfied?”
Panting, Blitz managed to reply, “Hmph…still peppy as ever… I really needed that though, thanks Fizz.”
Fizz chuckled. “Don’t thank me yet buddy, that was just the appetizer! You’re still givin’ me my dinner, right?”
“Yeah yeah, don’t worry, your slutty ass is still gonna get its meal. Just lemme catch my breath first…”
While Blitz did just that, Fizz played with his big, sloshing belly, squishing his hands into it and rubbing all over as he groaned softly. Eventually, Blitz started to slide his dick out, having to back up all the way to the other end of the couch before it slipped out with a wet SHLRRP-POP! He watched Fizz’s huge butthole pulse and squelch as it slowly closed up, letting almost none of his giant load escape.
Somehow, staring at that plush pucker was almost hypnotizing. Before he knew it, Blitz was on his hands and knees, slowly inching his face closer and closer to that winking, glistening donut. Fizz could feel his friend’s shaky breaths on his hole, and he gave it a few teasing clenches as an invitation. The soft squishing sounds it produced made Blitz’s dick rock hard again in no time. He stayed there for a couple minutes, just staring into his best friend’s big pillowy asshole, feeling the heat radiating off of it as it beckoned to him with its hungry squelching.
“What's wrong? Can't get enough of this big juicy ass?” Fizz teased.
Blitz shook himself out of his daze and scoffed. “Oh gimme a break. It's just been a long time, I wanna…y'know…make the most of it.”
Fizz thought for a second. “Mm, make the most of it, huh? In that case, why don't we get a head start on the real fun~?”
Blitz perked up. He knew that phrase could only mean one thing. He didn't quite remember how it was possible without eating him first, but he knew exactly what Fizz wanted to do.
“I uh – fuck… You know how to clean it up, right? I don't want Loona to have to deal with…that when she gets back…”
“Don't worry! By the time we’re done this place won’t be any dirtier than it already is~ So whaddaya say? You down to make a mess?”
“You say that like you're not about to shit me out in a few minutes anyway. Fine, go for it.” He sounded reluctant, but both of them knew how badly Blitz wanted it.
With a soft grunt, Fizz started to push, using one of the tricks he and Blitz had learned way back when they used to play with Stolas together. His stomach groaned and gurgled as it suddenly shrank, taking all the cum Blitz had pumped into it and turning into something much more…substantial. Even though his gut was visibly smaller, the volume of the goo within was multiplied exponentially, thickening and darkening until it became a different substance altogether. Within seconds, Fizz felt the pressure against his pucker. This was only his second time doing this since he and Ozzie had experimented with it, but he was more than ready.
“Mmnh…here we go. Just climb in whenever you're ready, all right? Here it comes~”
No sooner did Fizz finish his sentence than he was forced to groan as his donut spread wide. Blitz only had a split second to see the thick, creamy mess inside before it BLOOOORTCHed out, engulfing his entire upper body in an instant. It only got bigger and better from there, and soon Fizz's giant shitter was stretched over a foot wide around his massive sloppy dump. The feeling made Fizz cum again within seconds. He’d almost forgotten how good it felt to push out a load this big. It was a different sensation than the stretching he was used to; it was like his prostate was being assaulted constantly while his pucker spread to a width it only reached when Ozzie was especially horny.
Blitz was almost as surprised as Fizz; he hadn’t done anything like this in just as long, so the feeling of being coated in shit as it rushed past him felt almost new again. He wasn’t about to complain though. He quickly remembered why he loved it so much back then – there was just something about the texture and the warmth that made him feel…good. Really fucking good. So good that he soon found himself jerking his giant cock with one hand while the other kept him steady in front of his friend’s huge, squelchy, blorty fudge factory.
“Mmnf, fuck, I haven’t done this in so long…” Blitz mumbled, barely audible over the loud messy sounds echoing around him.
“Mm, what’s that? Can’t hear you over all this smelly pooOOOP!!?” The end of Fizz’s tease turned into a sudden moan as he felt Blitz’s hands grip his pucker and spread it even wider – almost another six inches. A couple seconds later, he felt Blitz’s big smooth horns gliding past his donut as he pressed his head inside.
Blitz went quickly at first, but once he got his shoulders in, he slowed down to let them both savor it more. The initial suddenness was just his way of giving Fizz grief over his teasing. Now he was ready to let it eat him. He started pushing himself deeper, inch by inch, all while that thick, sludgy dump flowed around him.
Somewhere in the midst of all that, both imps came yet again, shooting their loads into the growing pile that was already burying most of the couch. Fizz himself was getting buried too as his dump squished up around him, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough to fill the room yet. This was only what he made from Blitz’s cum, after all. He was already eagerly anticipating the inevitable lake of shit he was about to turn his friend into.
Sure enough, by the time Blitz was about halfway in, he felt the last of the mess glurp out around him, leaving him with his upper body inside Fizz’s otherwise empty rectum, and his lower body in the middle of a thick, steaming pile of his friend’s shit. He figured Fizz would enjoy taking it from here, so he let his limbs go limp and started wiggling his hips around to help keep that hole stretched.
Fizz sat there on his hands and knees panting, barely holding his head above the surface. Now that he was done pooping for now, he switched his focus to swallowing. Like Ozzie the other night, it didn’t take him long to remember how to do it. With a few clenches, he started to feel Blitz slide deeper, and soon after, he got a good rhythm going. Gulp after gulp, he pulled his friend deep into his ravenous pooper like a hungry snake swallowing its prey. Even after all this time, neither of them could figure out why thinking of each other as actual food was so hot, but it was still one of their biggest turn-ons in these situations.
Fizz could feel his stomach distending again, though it felt different from when it was being filled with cum. This time it was uneven, slower, and far more pleasurable. He knew it was going to feel amazing, but he had clearly undersold it to even himself. If Blitz could hear the slutty moans coming from Fizz’s mouth, even he’d be a little worried about the neighbors. Instead, all he could sense was the reverberation of those moans through his body.
Once his own ass and dick had been fully swallowed up, Blitz started thrusting against the slimy walls of his friend’s rectum, which only served to turn Fizz on even more as that massive cock pounded right into his prostate. He nearly blacked out from the overstimulation, but he managed to keep swallowing through it all.
Each of them shot several more copious loads by the time Blitz’s ankles disappeared into that filthy hole. Amidst one more intense orgasm from both imps, Fizz finally gulped Blitz’s hooves, feeling his pucker try to seal itself again afterward, though it remained a bit gaped as Blitz’s tail gently rubbed against it. After another moment, Blitz pulled his tail in on his own, and curled up in the hot, slimy bowels of his best friend. He knew what would happen once he stopped moving for a couple minutes, but he was ready. Besides, he was already eager to get back and enjoy the mess he was about to become.
Fizz rubbed all over his swollen belly, feeling the contours of Blitz’s horns bulging out more prominently than the rest of his body. He loved feeling this full. Admittedly, this feeling wasn’t too dissimilar to being filled with one of Ozzie’s enormous loads, but knowing it was his childhood friend bloating him up made it that much more enjoyable.
While he waited for the digestion to kick in, Fizz used the spell Ozzie had taught him to clean up the mess he’d made. A couple seconds later, he collapsed onto his belly on top of the newly cleaned couch – or if not clean, at least it was no dirtier than when he arrived. He could tell Blitz was yelling at him from inside about crushing him, so he sighed and flipped onto his back.
“Ahh… Hey Blitz…thanks,” Fizz sighed. Blitz could barely hear from within his tight confines, but he still felt his friend’s sincerity, and gave a little wiggle to acknowledge it.
“…No problem, buddy. Let’s do it again sometime, eh? You’re mine next time though.”
Fizz giggled. “Heh, sure. Actually…speaking of next time, there was one other thing I wanted to run by you…but it can wait.”
Both of them relaxed quietly for the next minute or so, until Blitz felt his extremities begin to tingle. With a soft sigh, he let himself sink into unconsciousness as his body melted. Fizz watched as his stomach shrank back to its original size in less than five seconds, moaning at the thought of what was happening to his best friend inside him.
Fizz knew he only had a few seconds before the aftermath started, so he quickly repositioned himself to get his ass pointing straight up in the air, propped against the back of the couch with his head hanging upside down off the front. As expected, he soon felt an immense pressure building in his colon.
He didn’t even try to hold back as his butthole spread open yet again, and a huge geyser of soft, doughy shit started to launch straight up into the air before coming down and landing on him with a loud PLRRRPT. It coated him from head to toe almost instantly as it started piling up on the couch and the floor around him on all sides. Over the next few minutes, the pile grew bigger and bigger, eventually enveloping the entire sofa. Somewhere along the way, Fizz slipped down so his head was resting on the floor and his ass was more or less facing the back of the couch. As a result, his throbbing cock was now sticking straight up from the seat.
Right around that time, Blitz suddenly reappeared above the mountain of poop, and immediately plummeted right into the center of it with a wet SPLRTCH. He’d been expecting that, but what he wasn’t expecting was for his ass to be lined up perfectly with Fizz’s crotch. Both of them yelped in surprise as Blitz landed right on Fizz’s dick, feeling it slide right up Blitz’s stretchy asshole all the way to the base in an instant. Thankfully the thick mess softened the impact enough that he didn’t accidentally crush Fizz’s pelvis in the process. Not that it would be the first time after living with Ozzie for so long, but they didn’t need to deal with that tonight.
The momentum of that sudden drop caused both of them to slip off the couch entirely and onto the floor, with Fizz’s dick still firmly lodged in Blitz’s ass. Blitz was still disoriented from reforming, so Fizz was the first to recover. He decided this would be a good chance to return at least part of the favor, so he quickly flipped both of them over to put himself on top and started thrusting hard. Once Blitz became fully cognizant of what was happening, he thought about stopping it for a second, but he was already feeling too good from the surprise prostate massage to bother.
Fizz’s dump was still gushing out just as sloppily and heavily as before, and it only enhanced the feeling of sliding his dick in and out of the fat ass beneath him. For Blitz, the experience was quickly becoming more and more pleasurable. Sure, Fizz’s dick wasn’t as big as his, but it was still bigger than just about anyone else he knew, including Stolas. He hadn’t been stretched this much by anything in a long time, so he quickly decided to just enjoy it. He reached under himself with both hands to stroke his massive erection, and raised his ass slightly to get a better angle for jerking off, as well as to push back against Fizz’s thrusts.
The two imps didn’t exchange a coherent word for nearly half an hour, aside from moaning each other’s names every now and then. After the first few minutes, Blitz managed to turn himself over so he and Fizz were facing each other, while Fizz held Blitz’s legs up to keep fucking him. That also ended up putting Blitz’s throbbing cock right in Fizz’s face. Almost instinctively, he slid his mouth down around it, and before he knew it his lips were touching the base. Thanks to his natural stretchiness and trained flexibility, he had no trouble bobbing up and down on it, slurping over the entire thing like a pro, even as he continued slamming his own dick into Blitz’s ass. And despite them both being completely coated in shit, thanks to the strange nature of the whole process, he couldn’t taste anything but that meaty cock.
Blitz was losing his mind at this point. Even Stolas struggled to fit his entire length down his throat, but Fizz was doing it so effortlessly. Not only that, but he was even playing with his huge balls, massaging them and even giving them a quick lick every time his mouth came close enough. And he was doing all of that while fucking him! It felt so incredible that Blitz barely lasted a minute before he felt another climax coming. Fizz felt it too as Blitz’s sack tensed up, so he sealed his lips around the base and let the massive load shoot straight down his bulging throat and into his stomach. Like before, his belly swelled up rapidly as Blitz pumped over five gallons’ worth of jizz into him.
Blitz’s moans were muffled by the thick sludge surrounding them, but they were loud enough to make Fizz chuckle internally. This was exactly what he wanted – to make Blitz forget about his problems for a little while and take him back to how they used to be. Being with him like this made Fizz remember how utterly in love he’d been back then. And despite what he’d thought all these years after the fire, he got the feeling Blitz had felt the same way.
Of course he was right. The part of Blitz that wasn’t focused on how good this all felt was fixated on how much he loved Fizz. How much he’d always loved him. Even after the fire, even with everything that happened afterward, those feelings had never truly gone away. After all, his desire to confess those feelings in the first place was what had led to…
No. No no no. This wasn’t the time. Amazingly, even Blitz’s guilt and self-loathing couldn’t bring him down right now. He swallowed his doubts and turned his full attention to the pleasure he was feeling. As his orgasm began to dwindle, he reached out to grab Fizz’s face by the cheeks, and slowly guided it upward until his mouth popped off the tip of his dick. Then he gently pulled him forward to bring their faces close to each other, and planted his lips right on Fizz’s.
Fizz was more than happy to go along with it, and soon the two were making out as passionately as ever. Their tongues danced and twirled around each other while they moaned into each other’s mouths. They were completely lost in the bliss of the moment. Between that, Blitz’s ass getting pounded, and Fizz’s seemingly endless dump blrrrtching out, they both came again in no time.
They pressed their bodies against each other as hard as they could, feeling each other’s warmth even through the mess encasing them. Fizz pumped several gallons of his own into Blitz while Blitz shot his load all over their faces, his dick sandwiched between them. Blitz felt his stomach swelling just like Fizz’s had, and that only made it even better.
Naturally they had no idea just how much Fizz had pooped at this point, but his dump had long since filled the living room to capacity and was rapidly spilling into the rest of the apartment. By the time their shared orgasm ended, there wasn’t a single inch of the apartment that wasn’t coated in creamy shit. Thankfully for Blitz’s neighbors, right about then was when Fizz finally felt his dump come to an end.
He lay there on top of Blitz for a few more minutes while both of them caught their breath. It took longer than usual, since they were both still out of practice and because what little air there was hung so thick around them.
“Thanks Fizz…for everything. You have no idea how much I needed this.”
“Me too, Blitz. Me too.”
Fizz once again thought about the final reason he was here: to invite both Blitz and Stolas over so he and Ozzie could try to help them figure out their relationship. He knew he should, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it for fear of ruining the moment. Tomorrow was the full moon anyway; he could always try again after that, assuming Blitz and Stolas’s meeting went as usual. If nothing else, he could at least help Blitz out with it.
“Hey, you know what, you should stop by tomorrow before you go see Stolas. I’ll hook you up with some of our newest toys!”
Blitz chuckled, but only gave his response in the form of another kiss. They stayed like that for a moment, but eventually decided it was time to wind down for the night. They slowly got to their feet, and proceeded to wander around the apartment, trying to see if there was anything that wasn’t coated in poop. Fizz extended his legs to raise his head up to the ceiling, but only found more sludge. He was honestly impressed with himself; even after all this time, he'd still managed to make a mess this huge. He looked forward to doing it again soon.
With how dense the mess was, they couldn’t hear anything more than a foot or two away unless they yelled. They couldn’t hear the TV. They couldn’t hear each other’s quiet musings about how nice this all felt. And they most certainly couldn’t hear the footsteps coming down the hall, or the deadbolt turning.
“Hey Fizz? Y’know this was great and all, but we should probably clean—”
“Dad what the FUCK?!”