Childhood friend, eh~ (Patreon)

Hello all! Hope you're all doing great. I am bringing you a new release thanks to one of my commissioner. Big thanks to them. Enjoy!

Preview:

Puberty hit them like two different storms. David shot up and filled out, voice dropping into a deep rumble that still surprises him when he hears it on recordings. Shoulders broadened, jaw sharpened, a light dusting of auburn hair appeared on his chest and trail. He grew into the kind of height that made doorframes feel personal. Eli, though, Eli peaked at five foot two and stayed there. His voice never fully dropped; it settled into something soft and melodic, almost musical when he laughed. Body hair never showed up below the brows. Instead the curves arrived. Narrow waist cinched in, hips flared wide and dramatic, thighs thickened into plush, heavy things that rubbed together when he walked. Ass bloomed into something round and weighty that filled every pair of jeans to the point of strain. David watched it happen in real time and told himself it was just his best friend growing into his mother’s genes. He told himself a lot of things back then.

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“You got bigger~” Eli coos, eyes raking openly down his friend's frame, the broad shoulders, the solid chest under the simple button-down, the long legs still spread wide under the table. “Like, stupid tall. I knew you were a giraffe but damn, Davey. You could use me as an armrest and I wouldn’t even complain.”

David swallows. “You’re one to talk. Still gremlin-sized and somehow looking like you swallowed a whole pair of hips.” He retorts, his old self slowly rearing his head. “Sit down before those guys over there get themselves murdered by their girlfriends.”

The femboy giggles again, soft, musical, pure brat, and finally slides into the chair across from the taller man. The motion is very theatrical, as he turns just enough that his fat ass has to settle into the seat with a soft, dense bounce. His plush, juicy thighs press together, the prominent bulge of his cock shifting and resting heavily against the left side of the zipper. He doesn’t try to hide it, if anything he adjusts with a little roll of his hips that makes the outline even clearer, the thick pipe, the fat head, the faint circular press of what looks to be ring at the tip.

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Eli’s fingers tighten in his hair. The black choker flexes with every ragged breath, his ass flexing under David’s palms. The fat, spit-drenched cock throbs once, twice, deep in the taller man’s throat, as the bathroom fills with the wet, filthy soundtrack of a desperate, virgin mouth learning exactly how to worship twelve thick inches of femboy meat.

“Uuurghh!!! FUCKING SLUT!!” The growl rips out of the breathing sin's throat raw and guttural, completely at odds with the soft, melodic voice he usually wears. His churning cum-factories clench hard against the giraffe's chin, pulling up tight to the base of the obese rod. His fingers lock into auburn hair like a vise, as his hips snap forward in three brutal, powerful slams that drive the fat, veiny monster all the way to the root. The big ring punches against the back of David’s throat on the final thrust and stays there, as Eli hilts himself completely, bloated balls mashed tight to the taller man’s spit-slick chin, and starts pumping.