Muscle Magnetism: Bolster


Written by Septia.


Fekito stared up at the empty wall. The room invited a sense of loneliness, unlike what he was used to. Were it not for abdomen still laying gorged n Bysia's cunp and mud, he'd think it all a dream. It had gone this far, too far? His he clenched his fist, hearing his knuckles joints pop one after the other. He desperately wanted to keep this going, being without Bysia was plain torture, though if he came on too strong, showed too much, broke this silent understanding between them both needing to relax after the exhaustive afternoon… Fekito breathed, in an attempt to relax, which only sent shivers throughout his body. Altoids rising and falling, swelling with each breath, hips clenching buffing out to define the toned musculature under the blanket, abs pumping, growing taut to compress the contours of his gut to a lump of solid steel. 
	A single, inhale… the pumping halted. Fekito rolled out of bed, landing on one knee and and marching out of the through his bedroom… 
	“Faky?” 
	"Bysia?” 
	The two paused; standing outside recently opened doors, in the gloomy apartment. 
	"Hey. So,” Fekito started. 
	“I am aware we might need a need a break…” Bysia continued.
	“A lot happened at once and you should have your space.” 
	“It is important not to go too fast but…” 
	“I couldn't stand to be without you.” 
	“I couldn't wait until morning.” 
	The two blurted out at the same time. A twinkle shone in their eyes. 
	Fekito's smooth lips twirled into a smirk. “Since we have both shown our hands, how 'bout we have some fun?” 
	Bysia fiddled with his fingers behind his back. “You have something in mind?” 
	Fekito strode up, and bumped his fists, locked his knuckles together and strong manned so his biceps welled forth, meeting in the middle with a bump of padded iron. Then with steady hands, he wrapped his arms around Bysia's thigh and torso, the comparatively short body builder clutching the tree of an athlete in his embrace. “I got something in mind, just lemme lead,” he said with a wink. 
	“Oooho, I can not wait,” Bysia cooed and bent forwards to meet Fekito's lips in a smooth. 


~ 1 ~


Once the garage door had opened full Fekito let his prince down and strode to the back. 
	“Are we go on a ride with your motorbike?” Bysia asked with a hint of confusion. 
	“Oh we are going on a ride, but we are going nowhere, I don't just keep tools in these here sheds.” He announced and parted open dropped the hang lock from the walk in closet. 
	A collection was revealed, a gathering of pastel colored rubber and toys. Butt plugs tall as along as a watermelon, a ribbed dildo with matching the dimensions of a water bottle, making it making it roughly the size of one of Fekito's stacked obliques. Each one glistened with streaks of smeared out motor grease on them, in striped patterns form top to bottom, showcasing the journey they had taken in and out of tight puckers. 
	“Ooh wow, that would explain why you spend so much time in the garage, thought you were fixing your bike,” Bysia said, getting closer look at the marvellous collection. 
	“Hey, I care for my ride too,” he said with a snicker, and then fished out a tall dildo, dirty brown with a psychedelic color pattern along the sides, “I call this one: Lil' Bysia.” 
	“You have a dildo named after me?” Bysia asked with a tinge of embarrassment in his tone, grabbing a hold of it and dropping his pants to measure. 
	That is when Fekito noticed there weren't just grease overt the to… streaks of dried waste festered with crackled cum stains and add an infestation of crawling pillbugs wriggling in the mire patterns. He bit down on his lip, when did he last clean those, did he ever clean these? 
	“Might be a touch dirty-.” 
	“Doesn't quite measure up to mine, does it?” Bysia interrupted and suspended it over his open maw. His tongue reached out to meet the dildo as it descended, curling up over the polished end and sweeping a coat of saliva over the dried muck crusting over the rubber. Saliva matted and dissolved the grime to be slurp brushed off over his lips as he drove the dildo down his mouth, moaning as little dunes of grease and grime piled up onto his face, balling with a line of critters crawling down the stacks or slipping down his mouth. “Mfmwm wmmpgh,” he moaned and pumped the dildo down his maw, clutching over his bust with the other arm and groping up to his nipple. 
	“Aaaw, dude that is so nasty,” Fekito huffed in pleasure and moved up to and brushed his pecs over Bysia's rigid abs, muscle grinding together with the lube of greasy sweat shared between them. His palms reaching towards Bysia's bloated pectorals, and letting his fingers sink into a clasp of plush, meat. He inhaled through clasped teeth, hands shaking as they kneaded and groped into the toned mass, his fingers forming divots and grooves along their kneading path, which welled up thick and fat shortly thereafter.
	“You have any mfms, idea how long I'v wanated to go at your hot pecs?” He grumbled and panted, squeezing his head against the pectoral. A hand aimed down at the back of his head, and guided Fekito towards the rock hard nipple, which soon disappeared past his lips, just like the dildo ha, the two suckling echoing in the empty garage. 
	A chorus of splooty slurps and saliva bubbles popping as it they compressed under vigorous, eager lips. -Shhrlrslp- -Shhrrsllsspppth- Bysia suckled down the dildo like a lollipop, and pulled it frees with a pop, an arc of drool tethered his mouth to the tip of the cleaned rubber hunk, whilst his lips laid painted n a raw umber, still crawling critters wriggling in the mud dunes. -Pshthwi- He spat out a glob of wriggling dunk splattered in a muddy water.
	“I really should have been snooping more, then I would have… what is… that.” Fekito pause, his hand still grubbing over Bysia'a bust, and seeing s somewhat dark structure tucked away in the back of the collection cabinet; a monolith first thought to be the back part of the back wall, thought the reflections on its rubber surface betrayed its bulbous, sculpted outline; a gargantuan butt plug tall as a toilet and wider than one of Bysia's pecks. 
	“That's the bomb,” Fekito informed. 
	Bysia peeked down. “Could you really fit that?” 
	Fekito smirked, then sighed with a chuckle and iron manned so the holster so his tank top thinned out to tiny strips and tehn -Shhth- ripped to form his Altoids and uncovered his square muscle bulk. “For you, these guns can handle anything.” 


~ 2 ~


Fekito stood perched atop his motorbike, his rear just about reaching the top of tip of the plug. 
	Bysia stood and supported it, plugging one nostril and snorting out a bubbling mass of slime percolated form his nostrils, engorging into a bouquet of mucus the grime clinging to this palm in an ooze of green and discolored amber. Long strings of the snot stretching back from this the mass far up into his nostrils long after he had -Sppsllth- dumped the handful onto the tip of the plug to lubricate it for Fekito's rear. 
	“Mfmsm, I won't need the assistance, but gosh are you hot,” Fekito said from above, swaying his thighs from side to side, clenching them to let the bundles of mmuscles ripple in jiggling bounces right in front of Bysia's face. Soon, he started leaning it back on top of the behemoth. -Shhralth- This parted cheeks grace onto the peak of latex, the gelatinous lube gumming up the yawning pucker, the snot still steamy and warm oozing down his cheeks from the pressure. Fekito's cheeks cleaved apart as the gravity aided the plugs ascent up his muscle pipe. 
	“Mmggms, amma, just gotta show it mfms, who is boss,” he said and clamped his cheeks together, swampy claps of meat dropped onto a marsh resounded from the cheeks as they clasped and drew him down the bulk of the butt plug, the behemoth grinding sits way in with each trusts showing the strength his ass was alone was capable off. 
	“Then, perhaps instead of assistance, you would enjoy more of a challenge?” Bysia mused and sauntered up to the front, waiting brushing his palms over along Fekito's hamstrings and up along his pronounced quads. Fingers trailing along the canyons behind the pulsing hills of brawn. He moved until he could see Fekito's shaft bobbing along s cents of the plug siphoned into his ass. Bysia let his finger sventuredown and brush along the shaft, having it rise and throb before he encased it in his warm lips. 
	“Mmmg mgshs…” Fekito shuddered. A squeal from plastic grinding down his cheeks echoed out as he steeled himself at the warm mouth drooping down droplets of shimmering saliva down his shaft. 
	“Having some trouble?” Bysia teased as he lapped up along the shaft from the base to the jostling tip, clamping his mouth down around it and bobbing his head deeper and deeper along the shaft, snot and filth gumming up with spittle around his lips to a slurry of grime streaked bend as his lips withdrew and bundled up against, as his lips descended down the length of the member, 
	“Fmsm, it is nothing I cannot handle, gmms, aah, yeah,” Fekito huffed out, his abs dancing in frantic. The plug rattled with him, gradually suctioned to the depths of his ass, compressed under his iron sculpted brawn, though the hot maw devouring his erection was enough to make him melt in loud moans. 
	“Mmfs, how about, mpaha, this,”, bringing it to level two distraction,” Bysia huffed out, and let his lips pop off the op of the shaft, huffing and blowing a wag rowing wad of green phlegm from his nose, then daubing it down on the thick shaft as he rubbed his hands down along its length, aiming it straight as he sunk his nose over the cock. 
	Fekito felt the tip slobbered in gel thick as cold butter, stretching around the nostril as his shaft bathed in the oncoming web of mucus, encasing his shaft in a net of that shifted and rattled while his dock pumped into the spacious nasal chamber. 
	“Mfmfs, you filthy star,” he heaved out between breaths, grunting along with Bysia. He masked the strain of snorting up his cock, but it wouldn't stop the urge Fekito was consumed by to thrust his shaft into the depths of the splatter chamber of snot. Each hump sent him further down the plug, groans interrupted in new shudders as he was assaulted on multiple ends, more than halfway down so Bysia had to go down on his knees to bob his head onto the beefed up sausage of a shaft. 
	The two exchanged pleasures squeals and grunts, the shifts of rubber slowly easing Fekito down the black monolith, whilst his cock only pulsed and swelled, rummaging around the depths of the chambers of tethered snot deep in Bysia's face. Until the ramping pressure was too much for him, his glutes twitching a hand off of the floor, abdomen crowded with the plug compressed to its limits in his frame, and his shaft teased and titillated beyond his capabilities. 
	“Mmgms, smphghaaa.” he gave out a guttural growl of lust as his sack pumped through its fresh cargo of his churned up batter, surging through his cock like a pastry injector and splattering out into Bysia's nostril. -Sppslghthsh- The cum lobbed out was as dense as cement, cramming the space congested and withing moments. Rivers pushed itself out the way it came in with the force of spunk flooding free. -Splgthwhhw- It flapped out, rigid as demons, and unleashed a torrent of snot tendriled spunk right into Bysia's face. 
	He coughed up a slime moulded cum cake of the spunk he had inhaled form the stuffed nostrils, his maw filling up with new congealed foam in mere moments. The filth and grime slobbered over his face power-washed away under the stream of not sludge hosing him down, the gel like substance folding in coils along his face, the billowing shaft unleashing an ejaculation anaconda to coil out along Bysia's body. The spunk oiling and winding down his chest, strumming up his pectorals with the gellated dick dough, all whilst Fekito howled in pleasure, jerking his shaft to milk the flow freely to douse Bysia in a cream topping. 
	Though, after a while there was more topping than Bysia, buried under dunes of spunk flinging off from Fekito's roaring mast, whilst he slowly descended to the bottom of the plug, ad his cheeks bumped into the cold ground. -Bbfwwpth-. 


“Phew, you've known me long enough not to gamble on the capabilities of this bod,” Fekito bolstered and smacked his congested abdomen, the dome distinct yet concealing the sheer bulk fo the behemoth plug without worry. 
	“Pflfths spsh,” came from beneath the sea of curling cum bales, bubbling rising up through the surface with a few flailing pill-bugs swimming to the surface, glaced through and through. 
	“Don't sweat it, I'll get you out of this hasticky spot you mmg, got yourself in,” Fekito ensured and dunked his face right into the cum, blobs, -Snfnfnwnrth- snorting in chunks of the goo through his nostrils, gunk cvacuuming up through the slits by his eyes and shifting his eye-whites to an aching red. “Memphis, aoahh.” he huffed, reeling back to get a breath of air, the cum lathced onto him like a bear and streaming tears. “Mfmfms, might be a bit, mmg, this is so good…” he huffed out and dove back in, snorting and suckling in the pudgy scock putty, until hi his lips met a familiar place, and the two meldded their mouths together in a passionate exchange of spunk, saliva, sludge, and who knew else had gotten caught up in the mix. It was going to be a long night. 


~ 3 ~


A cacophony of lubricated squeaks and moans emanated form the garage. The squeals replicating a pair of lustful beavers getting rowdy in a cement mixer. The ruckus was enough to wake up Achaius slumbering by the garage; a gentle giant carrying the crown of the forest, and also Bysia’s tame Elk. The herbivore puffed as it raised its head to the sounds, listening with its patented stale expression on the goings-on within. 


“Mmgnnf, mmffs.” 
	“Oaha angm oh eyah.” 
	The two were going at it right on the floor. Still, a generous smattering of spunk around Bysia, reduced, sure, though enough that when they crammed their bodies together. Their pecs gummed up with webbings of white cock glue. Smooches of slime soaked sponges rippled from them, the boys sandwiching their cocks between each other's abdominals. 
	Fekito's cock gliding and brushing over the well toned abs, whilst Bysia's shaft slotted into the taut gaps between Fekito's bulging gut sacks. Fresh and old cum stains forced along the labyrinths of muscles making up their torso, each thrust sand hump squirting a globule of condensed grime up through the high crevices of brawn and gushing up to splatter against the underside of Bysia's chest, pecs dwarfing Fekito's and thus gumming up to a mire of snot and pearly batter. 
	“Mmf, sa ahha, oomfg have I ever been this hard, what the heck,” Bysia huffed out, slamming of Fekito's personal dildo's up his own rear, decorated with a series of conical nubs that his pucker audibly -Chrllth- snapped around as it was hoisted in and out of his rear. The pattern of rising lumps contoured over his lower abdomen, tickling Fekito's cock as it swabbed Bysia's washboard. Their humping sent shivers along the floor, cans and tools piled up on precarious shelves shook and reverberated to their manic consumption. 
	“Mmfs, you wanna feel the real thing, mfms, my Busboy is only gonna get the best,” Fekito huffed out and reeled back. For a moment he watched Bysia there, sprawled on the floor, then he dove in with his knees between Bysia's thighs and spread them apart so his dick dropped tight onto the blonde's crotch, cradled by his ball sack. -Krlfflht- -Kgllth- Bysia's leg was swung aside by Fekito's advances, knocking into a shelf and upturning its contents onto the floor, green paint pouring out of a cracked can and wrenches toppling into the puddle of swirling spunk and color. 
	"Mmfs oh yeah, I wanna feel your cock soaking in my filth.” 
	“You still loaded up? Oh you mfms, beautiful beast,” Fekito cooked out as he probed Byais's pucker with the top of his beater, jerking it of with one has as he eased the length up Bysia's bowels. -Chrlstsh- Soon enough he felt a resistance inside, a crackle of grime his cock buried into, swathing his meat in a sheet of moulding feculent putty. The deeper he squeezed it the more mush travelled along his shaft to splatter clumps of raw sewage onto his lap. 
	“Oh yes, lubed like butter, and I'm gonna churn you every night,” he moaned out and tightened his calves, the swelling beef bulk broadening Bysia's split as he rammed his shaft into his depths. 
	“Mfms, Shana, h-how are you this huge?” Bysia huffed out, t eh thrusts sending trembles through his body, the buoyant chest wobbling — a pair of flans served on a rickety train. 
	“You aren't ehgmms, the only long one,” Fekito retaliated and howled as his crotch slammed into Bysia's rim again and again. His wild romp sent Bysia's legs flapping, knocking onto the shelves and toppling bundles of dildos the two had sampled together. 
	“Mmgs, Samar, oh emsm, can't hold it in,” Bysia huffed out, growls and squeals roaring from his gut, Fekito feeling how the pressure of the bowel mire crammed in making each of his thrust turgid and staining, though only ramping up the amount of force put behind each one. 
	Bysia's leg flung into the support bar of the bookshelf, his sneaker slamming right through the wood and following the crunches a creak of the furniture toppling towards them. 
	“Mmmg smamwhg,” Bysia huffed out, reflexively grasping a hold of the falling shelf, halting its descent, his fist clenching hard enough to dent the wood. 
	“Ooomfgms take it all, don't stop all of itmgm,“ he huffed out, he had relieved some stress through the shelf he flung it away from them, discard into a rubble of drools and cans. 
	-Chhrsltpsh- All whilst the pressure of muck build up in the bowels, and Fekito grinned widely. “You think I was gonna stop? I am gonna dffms, do it all for you,” he groaned out, and against he mounting pressure forced his shaft forwards. -Chrlsltpsh- His tip pried open by the rolling rectal avalanche of bile. The muddy mire pooling into his shaft, prompting it to engorge from the width of a soda-can to a liter bottle's width of a beef slab. His shaft gorged itself on the supply of raw pungent umber flooding through Bysia's bowels with enough gusto to bob their laps. Jolts of aching stimulation tore through his frame and urged him to keep the pace rising, 
	“Mgm ammag amma,” Bysia huffed out in moist heaves of pleasure, feeling the previous smear of gunk splattering off at the union between his pucker and Fekito's shaft now draining down the arm length shaft. The thrust speaking in power to -Smmsmqth- swatting his own bobbing bust right into his face, battered by his bloated pectorals as Fekito pounded his ass raw. Trails of mud soaked spunk flying of off his chest and splattering into his deep blonde hair, gumming up locks into goo webbed clusters swinging back and forth with the rampant thrusts. 
	They had over the course of the rut shifted back and forth, a meter away from their starting position, thanks to the lubricated glaze of spunk on the floor shifting reducing friction. Fekito's tongue lolling out his mouth as he felt his sack plump up with guttural sewers stewing up his orbs from the insides. Bysia clutched and kneaded into his solid pecs yet unable to tame their wild bouncing right into his jawline. 
	“Mmg, spahah. Fmms Mmfs, I'mm, gonna get in everything, you got.” Fekito groaned, kneading into Bysia's flexing thighs and grinding his abs against his cock each swing in with his thrusts. Bysia's twitching shaft unable to contain itself, spiralling into a series of sporadic splurges ad unloading fist sized globules of cum, gumming into Fekito's pecs and abs, siphoning out to add to the lake once again growing lake of cum sprawling froth in a sheet of wax along the floor. 
	“Mgms, ahaa, ohh fosh everything is pulsing with raw endorphins,” Bysia
 huffed out and supporting himself seating, jerking his shaft to squeeze out gelatinous globules drooping down along his mast in clots of candle wax. 
	“Mmgms, think you are done, mmfms, hun I got a bigmmg big present for you,” Fekito huffed out, withdrawing his shaft from the gaping pit of Bysia's ass. He left the rectum showing no signs of closing, with only a faint quiver deep in the gaping cavern of soiled sewage. 
	Bysia peeked down to Fekito's shaft, noticing crotch melons reverberating in latent energy, before he could get a closer look Fekito aimed his dung pasted shaft against his face, the tip blocked up with a clog of congealed grime. 
	Fekito gasped after breath, massing his shaft like a tube of paste until… -Sppthhrwwtht- the tip erupted in a cascade of pure, succulent sludge. 
	Bysia heard Fekito's shout of pleasure for a moment before his audiovisual and auditory systems clogged up in an avalanche of putrefaction. The shaft ejected a stream matching the width of Fekito's cock smacking into Bysia', a torrent crashing into his nose and unfurling to a swelling sheet of numerous droves of dungs. The mudscape sprawled across his face; a mire advancing along all stretches of Bysia's head. Steaming raw umber warping down his neck and compressing the peppery malodour of botched mushroom stews into his nostrils and eyes, blending the pepper with the musky stench of salty spunk of having incubated in Fekito's bowels. 
	The goulash of grime engulfed Bysia's face, and yet more toppled onto him, forcing the grime to roll down his shoulders and smearing down his pecks clamping his hair tight to his skull with umbral oils pooling between the strands and reeking of a dual stable and greasy motor-shop combo. Fekito's hose pumped the congealed gruel at unprecedented velocities. Bysia slipped backward under the weight of the mire clamping over his heads. The stream of always manure a clear, corpulent tether back to his lover's shaft, as a leash of filth declaring their depraved bond true. The expulsion of greasy gruel bubbled forth like chewing gum from a spritzer, the invading mass of filth claiming Bysia's upper body and encasing even his unprecedented bust in n Armour caking of manure. 
	Across the filth's surface you could spot the faint pattern of fractures and wrinkles from the long forging in Bysia's bowels, and now riddled with sticky tendril tentacles of Fekito's cum in a depraved union. Their muffled moans echoing in throughout their house, along the cascade of blubber flung forth in a cacophony of smears and crackles -Chhrslplgthsh-. 


Fekito's balls gradually depleted, smoothing down the defined fist sized clumps as he gasped for breath, admiring Bysia in his brand-new armour of filth. He slumped in against him, the feat draining him for a smooth landing against the dung covered pecks -Spphht-. He could wedge his face and hands into the filth, imprinting them with his grasp and feeling the plush bulk beneath them. -Sqrllsh- Crinkling of the compacting, nut stirred dungmilk crissened the air in a bubble of pops.
	“Phaaa, I told mfms, you, I would take it all, and thatfm is a promise, you hot babe, I'll give you everything right back too.” Fekito declared, and swept his hand over Bysia's face, sculpting off a good handful of muck to expose his lover beneath it. 
	“I love you,” Bysia huffed out face tainted in fluster. 
	“Right back atmf, cha,” came the response, and a -Chrlslth- smack of manure crinkled out form between them as they fell into each others embrace. Dung soaked tongues mingling between their lips, as they revelled in the raw filth in oodles of mud and chunks extending around them in the wrecked garage. 
	

“Bhuurrrlllf,” Achaius huffed outside. As the noise inside petered off, he retreated back into a slumber.