First of all, a healthy, hearty, protein-rich breakfast. The glob from before wasn't nearly enough. (Warning, extremely large insertions, improbable physics and unrealistic amounts of cum)

"Okay, uh, don't get me wrong, I'm not... gonna beg for it or anything..." Haltingly, Chris began verbalize his need for the first time since the beach. "But I... can I, uh..."

"Can you what, babe?" Steve chuckled as he straightened himself and withdrew his strong, gentle hands, the lewd smile on his face making clear that he knew exactly what his buddy wanted. "C'mon, tell me."

"D-dude, don't be like that!" The whining protest sounded almost petulant. "You... you know what I want, just... just give it to me, alright?"

"Babe, we need to communicate clearly." Steve was obviously teasing his room mate. It would have been infuriating for Chris, hadn't there been this incredible need overpowering everything... "What do you want? I'll give it to you, but first I need to know what it is."

"Nnnh~..." Dicklet achingly hard, mouth achingly empty, Chris bit his lower lip as his eyes strayed downwards where Steve's tumescent fuckpole was pulsing with his heartbeat. Chris felt his tongue twitch, eager to snake out and wrap around his buddy's length. "C-can't you just let me...? I... need..."

"Yes? You know, it's important to voice your wants and needs in a relationship."

"W-we're not in a relationship... or anything. I just want to suck your cock, dude!"

"See? I knew you could do it."Steve's kind smile did not at all help with the fierce blush spreading over Chris' face. He'd said it. He'd actually asked, almost begged to suck dick! "Now, let's see what I can do to fulfill your wish..."

Grabbing his half-hard dick, Steve stood up, the impressive shaft still soft enough to bend under its own weight. Seeing this, Chris gulped, took a shaky breath and decided his embarassment wasn't that important. The burning desire took over and he dove towards his room mate's crotch, sucking the fat glans inside his mouth greedily. Steve groaned, one of his hands digging into Chris' hair while the other kept supporting his swelling shaft, even as Chris' tongue began to snake out, spiraling down the pulsing length.

"Damn, you're so good at this," Steve groaned hoarsely, the praise filling Chris with an undeniable sense of pride. His left was playing with the stiff nipples capping his breasts while his right was straying downwards even though knowing what awaited him there filled him with a hint of trepidation. "You give the best BJs I ever--nhg! Ever got."

Spurred on by this, Chris began pumping along Steve's shaft with both his lips and his tongue, the sensation of his friend's swelling meat exhilarating. It still smelled - and tasted! - so strongly of the delicious cum Chris found himself unable to live without, and the surfer lapped and slobbered all over Steve's length, eager to clean his friend up and simultaneously doing his best to make him cover everything in cum again. Chris' own, tiny cock was almost unbearably hard and completely forgotten as its owner worshipped Steve's incomparably bigger rod, hands now pumping and lightly twisting along its length.

"F-fuuuck~..." Looking up at Steve as his friend groaned lustfully, Chris found himself caught in an intense, loving gaze. "So good, babe..."

Unable to look away from the lust-stricken expression on his friend's face, Chris found a smile tugging at his mouth, a strange kind of pride rising within him. The pleasure he was able to make Steve feel was becoming palpable as the throbbing shaft plugging his mouth tight began oozing thick globs of pre into Chris' hungry maw, and knowing he was the cause made Chris feel sexy, erotic, capable. Sure, it was 'capable of sucking cock', but it was so nice to know to be this good at something. As Chris began to bob his head back and forth slowly, feeling the velvety, throbbing shaft slide over his sensitive, puffy lips, he kept gazing up at Steve, who in turn groaned appreciatively and dug his other hand in Chris' hair, caressing the surfer's head gently.

"Mmnfh... You're making me so hard, Chris..." Steve began to buck his hips lightly, meeting Chris' bobbing and forcing one more inch down the surfer's throat with every thrust. "You're just... way too fucking sexy..."

Chris' heart soared - sure, he was sucking off his buddy, which was actually pretty damn gay, but who cared? Not Chris, not right now. Intense pleasure and deep satisfaction at Steve's praise made sure of that. Where before, Chris had been completely at the mercy of his room mate, the dynamic between them had changed, now being a little more balanced - Steve was barely able to think with his thick cock serviced so expertly and Chris was completely entranced by his buddy's oversized fuckpole. And by the way Steve gazed down at him: No one had ever given Chris a look like this, full of love, desire, need... a need that the surfer wanted to fulfill more than anything.

"Glughk!" Gagging noises began to echo through the bathroom when Steve had **** enough of his length into Chris to hit the back of the surfer's throat. "Ughlrk!"

And still, it wasn't enough. Chris' whole mouth tingled and twitched, full of the exquisite taste of Steve's cock, his tongue wrapped around the girthy monster and pumping languidly, but Chris wanted more. So far, he had only suckled and nibbled, really, barely managing to get much more than the tip of Steve's cock into his mouth, and despite the experience at the bar being mainly traumatic, it had also showed Chris the joy's of having one's throat stretched wide by a fat cock. But with Steve far girthier and longer than Shawn, would Chris be able to take all of his friend's shaft?

"Ooh fuuck~..." Groaning, Steve leaned forwards and brought one hand to the chrome fittings of the shower to keep from falling to his knees. "You... so tight..."

If Chris would fail to **** every last inch of Steve into his throat, it would not be for lack of trying. Grabbing Steve's hips, the surfer began to push forward with all his might, the fat head of his friend's cock plugging up Chris' throat already - but further down, throat muscles worked uselessly, undulating and twitching around nothing. Not for much longer, if Chris could help it!

"Mrugh, ghrk, ghlulhk!" Steve had always been a very competitive guy, and it was helping him right now. Bobbing back and forth, he could feel a few more fractions of an inch slide deep into his throat every time he pounced forwards, stretching him impossibly wide, filling him deliciously. "Hlrkh!"

"Babe, d-don't hurt yourse--ugh!" Steve's glans had slipped deep into Chris, making the surfer's neck bulge obscenely. "Oh gaaawwd!"

There was no pain, not even discomfort. He should have been suffocating, really, his eager maw full of cock, but somehow, he could breathe through his nose just fine. Who knew what changes to his body made that particular weirdness possible... But Chris didn't waste a single thought to this, he felt fuller, more fulfilled than ever, waves of pleasure racing through him as a few drops of cum exploded out of his tiny dicklet. As his tongue slobbered and pumped over Steve's length as if to pull it deeper into the surfer, he kept bobbing and pushing, inch after inch disappearing into him. Chris could feel it split him open, eyes rolling back in pure bliss even as tears began to stream from them, mouth stretched wide around his buddy's shaft. Gobbling down more and more of the girthy monster, Chris could feel it go past his neck, which was swollen to almost twice the size, further down his esophagus and behind his ribs.

"B-Babe, this's... crazy, you'll--you'll break s-somethi--oongh~..." Bucking his hips, Steve actually helped in pushing deeper into Chris, unable to resist the tight embrace of his friend's throat. "Y-you need to... st-stop..."

Chris was barely able to process what his friend was saying. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, Steve's scent filling his nose, and he could feel the pulsing, drooling glans almost reach his stomach. Every throbbing lurch shook Chris whole body, making his shapely breasts jiggle softly. He could feel Steve's every vein throb inside him, almost frantic with lust. **** and gagging, Chris kept pushing forwards with singular zeal, tears flowing down his face - mainly due to the absolute bliss filling him. He felt so full, his lips, his tongue, every inch of his insides so very sensitive that with each forwards push, tiny spurts of cum shot from Chris' rock-hard dicklet, adding to the mass pooling on the shower's enamel floor. Not much, of course.

"Nghshit, n-no wayyy..." Steve's hips were pumping involuntarily, his left on the back of Chris' head to **** him forwards the last remaining inches. "Y-you're... all of it, inside... fuuuck~!"

Except not all of it. Steve's trimmed pubes tickled Chris' nose, the surfer's tongue twisting and coiling around his lover's fist-sized nuts as it slobbered all over them, but there was still about an inch to be taken - but whenever Chris surged forwards, swallowing frantically and massaging Steve's length with the undulating muscles in his neck, there was an insurmountable obstacle, or a bend, or... no matter what it was, Chris could feel his buddy's cock stretch his insides, but it wouldn't go any further. Groaning in frustration, Chris pushed forwards again and again, but to no avail - except, of course, to excite Steve immensely.

"Yeah, you l-like that, babe?" Grabbing Chris' head with both hands, Steve began thrusting in earnest now, pumping through almost half of Chris' body. "You--mfgh! Like being my little cocksleeve?"

"Mgh! Ughlk! Glgh!" Speaking was completely impossible, of course, but Chris managed to make his **** sound eager and excited as Steve hammered away at his face. "Glagh! Gluukh~!"

Even though his tiny balls had run dry, Chris shrunken prick twitched and lurched, caught in an endless climax that threatened to short out his mind. The cum he was kneeling in sloshed and churned as his body was rocked by Steve's powerful thrusts, breasts bouncing and slapping into each other even as Steve's fat balls swung into them heavily, rhythmically. Now Chris began to have trouble breathing, muffled squeals and gasps nevertheless filling the shower and the whole bathroom. It felt insanely good, being used like this. Not even the chick at the beach had been able to make him feel like this, to fill him so completely...

"F-fuck, babe... I'm--I'm gonna cum!" As Steve's thrusts started to become unsteady, Chris could feel his room mates shaft swell even more, stretching the surfer's neck to the brink of pain. "G-get ready... I'll pump you--ngaAAHH!"

With explosive ****, a blast of hot jizz shot deep into Chris, making the surfer squeal once more around Steve's cock. Yes, he was missing out on the heavenly taste, but it didn't really matter - there was just so much! Chris could feel his belly swell with the massive shots, cum bubbling up through his esophagus even through the tight seal Steve's cock made. Considering Steve had been able to fill the shower, it was no wonder Chris couldn't take all of his buddy's load, and as the lurching, twitching shaft kept pumping and pulsing, Chris could soon enjoy the heavenly taste of Steve's swimmers as they bubbled up through him, splurting out of his nose and around Steve's shaft.

As the first hot, sticky globs oozed over Chris' chin, his tongue retreating partway into him to lap them up, the seemingly neverending stream of jizz from Steve's glans began to peter out. Groaning, Steve almost collapsed now that his climax had run its course, breathing heavily as he began to pull Chris off of his slowly softening member with a drawn-out, wet sucking sound. Chris' hands were lying limply in the sea of cooling cum - in fact, his whole body was limp, satisfied, relaxed, even with him being unable to breathe. Until Steve pulled his cock out of Chris with a loud pop, and the surfer pulled in a shuddering, deep breath.

"Wow, babe..." Voice hoarse and deep, Steve sank to his knees and embraced the exhausted, serene Chris tightly. "Like a fucking champ. You alright?"