Adrian's Hiking Triumph


Written by Septia.


-Thgnwpgns- His nipples made an elastic bounce as he climbed. Growing and elongating from excitement, enough that Adrian had wrapped the left teat over the right, clutching them together in a ring loop of muscles battering against his chest like a bull's nose-ring. Though indicating of a precious metal, this loop was knobbly and bloated with a hulking batch of blended sewage, gummed together by the sticky perspiration. “Pa… just, a few bit more elevations, closing in on the peak…” he said to the drone, practically climbing up the trees in the sharp incline. 
	A crown of pine needles parted above him and… a ledge. One hand grasped over the edge. Then another. Then the first tore off a chunk of dirt. The crunch of an earthy snack milled between his molars as he healed himself up over the ledge, mouth full of peak dirt. And there it was… a plateau the size of a living room, with outcroppings of rocks and a series of plateau steps around its other side. And from here, Adrian could see down the length of mt. manifesto. One tree stood in solitude on the plateau, its roots punctured through cracks and crevices of the granite, the headdress of the mountain. 
	“It is gorgeous, ain't it?” he said to the drone, then scoffed, “But I think this mountain's been on top for long enough,” He declared stepped to the tree. Adrian locked his hiking boots to the to the ground, buffing up his chest to smother over the bark… Arms wrapping around the trunk with his biceps bulging to bore into the bark… The union of sweat, muscle, and bark sprung into crackles of a sparkling campfire doused in lemon juice. In the tremendous heaves the log began to cave, the labyrinth of fractures filling in with the bulldozing pec bulk, and the filled crevices distended under the bloating flex of the hiker's raw brawn. As his muscles bolstered, the trunk faltered, cracking and compressing with the amplitude of buckshots. Adrian leaned back, witnessing the imprint of his pecs impressed on the bark, with the link of his nipples between it. The bark around him squeeze a good hand deeper than the rest. Adrian pressed his thumbs against the higher end of the tree, and watched the pines whistle in the wind as the pillar toppled in a shower of splinters. The trunk dipping over the edge of the cliff and barrelling down the side of the mountain as a green torpedo, of which the path came to a swift end as it collected with debris of its fellow kin, shaking up an unkindness of birds from the crowns. 
	“How the mighty have fallen, and I got myself a throne. Until I'm back home with you, this trunk ought to serve a good ass rest. Just gotta get myself ready, but that's too easy.” Adrian shuffled to the cliff edge, where the tree had torn up ancient dirt and gravel form the cliffside. Armed with handfuls of sediment and gravel he returned to the trunk; its surface a patchwork of wooden spires, a field of toothpicks closer in size to a toothbrush, and jutting on end. Adrian dumped out a handful of dirt, patting it over the patch of fresh cracked wood, dust and pebbles drying and sucking out the moisture from the fibres in a line within its rings. 
	“Can't forget to spruce myself up a bit as well,” he said ton the camera and gestured for it to focus down. Adrian prying apart his cheeks with one hand to show the pucker gape with the occasional wink. He brought a fist fist of sediment and dirt to his ass, folding it out of his palm and his pal plastering it against his brim. With the screech and crumbling of pounding cereal in a drier he scrubbed the coarse gravel and dry earth around the ring. 
	“Ooh yeah, really get in there, scrub it good… would be cheating if I let my muck lube me up when I've mfm, gotten this far,” Adrian mused as all the improvised, organic detergent granulated along over his pucker, so that each wink and twitch came with the crusted crackle of crab shells to a grindstone. 
	Dusting his hands off, Adrain let the shot zoom out to show his ass looming over the stump, gyrating his hips to let his bubble buttcheeks jiggle as pebbles trickled out of his ass. “Lets get this done,” he mused and parted his ass, grinding onto the oncoming wooden stakes. Ass cracking whilst the pricks formed pockmarks on his skin, a thousand little craters roaming and twitching along the rear as it wedged downwards, buns spreading out towards the chair sized trunk. 
	“Gnrg… Phaa mmfn, that's more like it, really gotta, put in some effort,” Adrian huffed out as his dusty ass creaked like an opening sarcophagus, clamping and warping. The spires bent and blunted as his weight bore down, their attempts at penetration bested in the span through the mighty hams. “Almost got it…” Adrian huffed with his brim stretching past the girth of an open pizza, a crumble of debris and dust fanning out between the wooden poles and his encroaching ass. He huffed out, doubled over with his palms smacking into his thighs, taking a breath, raspy and strained. “Mng… mmg… phee,” he looked up with a smile, “Got ya worried,”  and as he sat back up, the trunk broke out into a cratered stone, his ass warping over the bark and steamrolling its sides, Adrian pumping out his chest as he humped his ass down the length of the trunk, tugging a forearm’s worth of trunk up his ass in a smooth, milling motion. In rhythm with his hind devouring the log, his cock twitched through the bands of the dukes, erecting as he descended. 
	“Comfy, sitting on pins and needles would be more of a challenge were there more than one pin,” he remarked with a snicker, posing with his altoids and biceps bunching together in a flex, as he slotted down the last chunk of the trunk -Ttthddffdthd-. Adrian lounged back on his new throne, gazing out under the afternoon sun. Body drizzled in a mire of grime and dirt, held together by slimy sweat. 
	“Enjoying the view?” Adrian said, brushing back his hair and drawing his arm down his chest, cracking over the centreline of his pecs, dipping in the pumpkin bumped crevices and down towards the massively engorge nipples. Drawing his digits down for the teats to gradually scooch off of one another, and with a pop of gristle the two detached and slumped free, hanging like an opened vest.  They were weeping a gruel of sewage, dirt, muck and moss in gelatinous globules, melting into slime, a concoction of uniform bile that had been shaken till it was emulsified between Adrian's nipples like a protein shake. 
	“Phrew, dunno about you, but I'm warmed up. So, sit back and relax with me, cuz the show's about to begin.” Adrian reached down to the remnants of his sports dukes, hidden under the folds of his obliques, a pouch laid stashed away. Through which he made a grand gesture of producing a tablet. 
	“We're gonna get some confused growth done,” he popped the pill in his mouth, and hoisted his left teat, dunking his face into the nipple and sloppily gorging his whole countenance in a wave of taupe intermixed with scattered bugs of maggots for added protein. “Haven't given this brand a go yet, exciting huh?” he said whilst wiping his ichor slathered face against the teat, smearing it with a greasy squelch rather than clearing anything. “Let’s match these nuts up against one another,” he scoffed as he dumped the remaining contents of the pouch on the ground, a collection of wallets, anchors, and proteinbars scattered on the rocky ground below. “Get my money back if my balls don't reach at least that far.” His jewels sloughed free as he wrung off the last of his underwear. Thick as fists from the pent-up excitement, with half a chair leg stretched between them and the target, they had some ways to go. 
	“So,” Adran said, buffing up his chest and letting his chin slot up at the the pronounced cleft between pecs and tilting his head. “You comfortable?” he punctuated with a smirk, the drone zooming out as he wrangling his shaft, stroking the handful of caressing, feeling it Twitch. His motions whisking his shaft form from semi to solid in his gentle strokes. “Wish I got you here,” he mumbled, bobbing his head from pec to pec in his muscular bouncy castle of a chest, “Bet you would open that tight ass nice and loose for this dick, won't stop me from having some fun on my own, though,” he mused in the strokes. 


-Bbbd-dhhmd- A beat of Adrian's heart caught him off kilter, gritting his teeth as the peculiar beat faded. “Uungh…,” he huffed out, surveying his body. Another beat, sowing discomfort rattling in his chest – making jelly of the steel pecs. A discomfort that came with an addictive relief as it passed. He caught note of it… his shaft had stretched past his bellybutton. The hardened squeals of rubber meshes grinding against each other reverberated from the shaft in time with the pulse of his heart. The pill was having its effect. And with the excess of new sinew knitted throughout it, weaving a surplus of new muscle tissue, and with all this excess mass accumulating, his cock did the only thing it could think of, so it reached its peak by his heartbeats… 
	-Twhwhmmng- It erected. Higher, higher, each pulse bulging its height and girth. A skyscraper of meat blooming up along the ridges of Adrian's abs, and caressing up against his pecs. His head still rested on its side, what before grasped the rod just fine, was now threatened to be buried in an avalanche of flesh tissue bulbing up be between his fingers like giant mushroom caps. He had to let it go, watch it grow. 
	Sweat pooled, “Mfng… y-yes, -that's more like it, I can f-feel the burn,” he said as he endured the surges of raw heat radiating from the energy flow on display. “Really, fmm, forging steel here. Can you imagine having your anvil here to hammer it into for some cooling offmosghh, ooh dick,” Adrian moaned as the shaft pried between his pecs.  The mountains of beef curving around the throbbing cudgel worming its way through, straightening the dunes of taut blubber and forming its own stretch-marks as it carves its way upwards, smothered by his solid tits. 
	“Gnngn, gmnrhgh,” Adrian wheezed through clasped teeth, grin connoted in a sardonic desire to experience it all. “H-harder, I wanna crush diamonds with this dick… come o-oon,” he huffed out arching his head back so his dirty, blond locks cascaded over his delts. “Yes… yes…” he huffed as his cleavage buckled, divoting as the mast peeked through. “Y-yeess.” thngpgs,” and with a throng of bed springs the mast hoisted itself tall, the red scarlet cockhead rising over his chest to smack himself in the cheek. Adrian grunted at the hit and let his tongue roll out in an instant, lapping over his shaft and budding in against it, breathing a tremble for the first time today.
	“Ooh yeah, ever seen your boyfriend get sucker-punched by his own dick? This stuff is whack,” he huffed out, wrapping his arms over his chest and digging his knuckles into the sturdy muscle dough, manipulating his pecs to work down his dick whilst he slathered his lips across the tip, steam sizzling between drool, the intrudion juggling his nipples and sending chunks of teat cocktail out in droves. Adrian gaped wide to swallow the tip which engorged his cheeks so wide that he felt the bloat brush up against his eyelids. A rhythm rocked the member's base: jostling Adrian's scrotum to life. Whilst the dick towered above it, the sack lay undisturbed, swaying and twitching. Till they stilled. Veins rose and deflated.  They contracted, then engorged with a surge of muscle blubber, doubling their volume. 
	Adrian wheezed over his cock from above, pupils rolling back into his head as he felt the heat that had spread through his mast now consuming his balls. Another thrust nearly doubled them again, the pale burnished orbs surpassing the girth of watermelons, and showed no signs of stopping. The jewels dilated in a series of steady throbs and compressions, gnawing wildly between his thighs as their growth flourished. The juggling pair of musk insensers wedging up as their joviality was halted by his thighs. His bloated meat crowing between his legs, and in the next contraction spreading him further. The nuts had no idea what was with them. The twin comets made impact, the crunch echoing from under the quaking pummel of shells cracking and rock fracturing alike, another expansion sending the walls of steaming musk burgeoning forwards. Any stray nuts rolling away form the impact, bulldozed under the testicular tidalwave  burgeoning onwards to sprawl and crater the grounds. High pitched crumbles under the milling weight were muted under the sheer bulk of Adrian's orbs, in each expansion a sectioning of affected nuts were silenced under a snap of buckled metal. In the next throe a wider air of nuts met their match and were obliterated, buried and mottled under the whims of the balls's inflections. 
	“Gnnrng mmpgwhga nmowoarth, aaash stood no chance…,” Adrian huffed out, loosening his dick form his mouth for a moment to catch a breath and vent raw excitement before dunking his lips back over his mast...
	The balls jostled against the ground with unlimited mirth. Surpassing the dimensions of his pecs, and indenting the ground as it went. Their girth only expanding in a cacophony of polished grease and the trembling tension of markers against whiteboard. Paving the ground with themselves, they snuck under Adrian's thighs as their girth relinquished any attempts to catching them. “Mgg aaah bebai that feels like I am being vice-gripped by my own nut sack,” he exclaimed as the sac swelled to the squealing strain of oiled latex, bloating to prop up Adrian's own legs and juggling them on the juicy expanse of steaming jewels. Adrian's toned calves and buffed thighs warping into couch sized expanse of bloated, billowing flesh. 
	He laid rooted, his whole frame cradling back and forth with his balance displaced by the behemoth twins which were squeezed flat between each other, grinding in each pulsing rustle of surplus bulk coursing through them. Till the expanse, gradually slowed, each spilling forth like an industrial bag of clutter: dilating and retracting in smooth waves. Brewing within emergent pressure, tensing through the taut sinew of Adrian's dick. Their expansion backed by a strumming of riding guitar-strings reverberating in their onslaught.


Adrian heaved like a bull, his shoulders rising high and dipping limp, cradled back and forth, primarily supported by his jumbo beanbags of a ballsack, playing along the sides of his dick with bated breath. 
	“Maybe a good ideafmms to have this outside, floor'd have burst at this point,” he wheezed out with a maniacal snicker, his whole body trembling, but his dick the poised joystick in the middle of it all. “Finns… mfsha oh h-heck y-yes it isso big… c-come oo-on cmmfm afar, a-almost,” Adrian huffed vigorously, nursing and jeering at his mast with the bulbing smother of his own protruding pecs. With all his might, nursing that charge building inside… 
	A splatter of electricity bolted through him. “Gnnhgmsm, aaah ahaha,” he began to moan, arching his head back as he reached… the climax. It was there, it was barrelling through him, mellowing his tense muscles, surging and roiling through his body…. The congesting… pressure was too much, building too high, and he felt the satisfaction pinched into a singularity of tension… -Clflptha- a squelch of curdled custard eased the tension for a moment as his convulsing sack sent a bloat of blood the size of a car tire up through his shaft. Crawling at a snail’s pace upwards, grinding past his abs. The pinching agony was rough, until a second beat of elongated bulge forged up his shaft. 
	“Mgngna aaa fmmgmmooore, d-d-de-destroy me,” Adrian squealed in the oubliette of tormenting pleasure. His dick looking like someone jammed the world’s largest anal-beads through them, before the first bloat breached the tip, warping the pit over the yellowed white expanse… With a contraction that rocked through his pelvis and disturbed the roots of the tree thrown down the mountain, the first load lobbed out, cast up from his cock, passing one hand in length, it dipped, sloughing down over Adrian in a clump the size of a grocery bag down Adrian's ballsack. The pinching pleasure had Adrian wailing as globs worked their way up, cock jousting with the weights bobbing his rod, “Gnnfghh fmaphahaa…” 
	The Spunk was a clear, pastel cream yellow, with an air of yogurt, but congealed like soft cheese, through which the camera picked up movement. Bumps of white surfacing through the seminal plasma and wallowing forth with their tails hiking and flapping behind them… The closest analogy to that of overweight tadpoles. Spermatozoa, each one the size of a hedgehog worming over his balls, confused and sporadic. 
	“Aaahh, h-hell yeah-.” he heaved out as the next wad blew out of his dick hole, wide as a medicine ball with a bouquet of gelatinous sperm blooming out of the tip, splattering across his chest and bouncing onto the ground with their tails fluttering behind them, flopping like fish out of water as their protective coating of plasma melted away around them into a curdle of lust. His pumping dick becoming a spritzing nozzle for a giants. 
	“Mmg mp aha,” Adrian huffed as he nursed up the globules up his mast. “Come to papa…” he said as they spewed out of his dick, twisting his spine in tensile pleasure as they flooded forth, too heavy to land that far from him. A gaggle of spermatozoa worming and swimming among each other in the drooling, waxy sea of clotted cream sludge. 
	“Mms, phha so many big boys…” he huffed out, scooping around them and drawing them across himself, lost in the tremble of aftershocks still rocking him from his balls to his spine. Adrian aimed his nipples downwards at the group, smooching them over the horde, leading the crowing sperms up a familiar, moist canaal. “There you go, c-crawl up daddy's tunnel, amfs aoh yeah everymmf, last one…” he huffed out, massaging the lumps of squirming sperm siphoning up through his nipples, sinking under the aeorta and worming in sailing lumps under his pecs. Bulbous droves sinking and surfacing with their sporraid crowning up through the warm, wet tubes. 
	“Mfmmpaha… haaa,” Adrian absent-mindedly peered over to camera drone, wheezing. “Did you know,” he scrounged up a fat tadpole, holding it by its tail, “Cum's rich in albumins, real protein boosts,” he huffed out, holding the spermatozoa over his maw. 
	Just for it to slither out of his grip, and wriggle against his nostrils. Getting its front point into the humid cave as it wriggled for dear life and squelched up the nostril, bloating Adrian's nasal ride like a mountain peak. The hiker quivered in a low chuckle, writhing and panting with his shaft still drooling out the odd globules of spunk. “That works,” he said snorting and huffing the ‘lil bugger through his nasal rim, submerging it into the snot chamber before it reached the back of his throat. And in a steady gulp, the lump shimmied down his neck and its meters worth of tail was dragged in with it, slithering through his nose like a jammed rope of spaghetti. 
	“Mfanfmsma, daddy nose best,” he mumbled and fished up another as he dug into his teats, buffing his pecs with an absurd array of nesting dunes. “These ‘lil buggers are also full of zink,” he mused, and dropped it onto his tongue, finagling his maw around its frame, cheeks bloated within the twitching flicks and swims. Before sinking a the gentle swallow down his throat, tongue curling over the tail drizzling down, having enough time to curl it between his fingers, the sperm was down his neck before the tail gullet was close. “Along with, calcium, a surprisingly great source of potassium, and a bit of frutosesugar and clorine for that briny taste,” he mused as he corralled the gaggle upwards, lapping up one after the other as the seminal pasta gummed down in tethers along his body, teats vacuuming up the spawn. 
	“I'll be sure to have another vitamin boost charged up for when you are back,” Adrian said, puckering his lips and blowing the camera a kiss. The head of a sperm vaguely peeking at the back of his throat, before vanishing with the rest. The drone soared back from Adrian's kiss, from the bulbous ball bearing of a man, to the plateau, to the forest, and towards the sun hanging low on the horizon.