Max fights back his desires one last time, but not without a little accident!

Even though Max is tempted by his thoughts beyond anything he has ever experienced before. He is strong enough to not fall victim to the erotic scene that is playing before him. His body wants to walk forward and join Apollo, maybe even touch him, but his mind will not stop fighting against that desire.

Throughout all his inner turmoil, Max is still watching the slightly older man completely wreck the poor boy’s throat with his inhumanly big cock. It is like he’s fixated on the scene before him, just watching Apollo's cock slide so easily into the boy’s throat, bulging it very clearly.

He didn’t think it was possible to stretch someone’s throat this much. It’s like Max can make out all the details on Apollo's cock, he can see the exact proportions, where the thick veins slither their path along the shaft, and where the big mushroom head is lodged beyond that small throat.

With every pull out of the boy’s body, the monster cock just looks more and more shiny, every impressive inch of it is glistering with a combination of spit and Apollo's own large amounts of pre.

The other man never completely pulls out of “his toy” his cock head always remains inside of him, no matter how frantic or hard his trusts start to get over time.

With every trust, Apollo lets out a cacophony of loud, erotic moans and groans that Max cannot tune out. It’s like he is directly in his ear, to show him what he is missing out on, to show him how he could have been the one under Apollo, how he could have been the one receiving this godly cock right into his starving and watering mouth.

For Max, the pleasure is just running wild inside of his hot core, climbing higher and higher, just ravaging through his thoughts, begging him to take his dick out of his way to tight pants and to just finally start jerking off. He can already feel more slickness in his underwear, even though his dick almost never produces any pre, this whole situation seems to have made it produce more than it ever did in his whole life.

It feels like Apollo just has this magical aura to him, he’s like a god of eroticism, making him question his sexuality, making him harder than he has ever been, getting him to almost cave in and submit to him, and now making his slacker of a dick produce more pre than it has ever done.

Loud moans, frantic slapping, and squelching are sounds that fill the room in which Max and Apollo are. The slightly younger man knows from the visuals and sounds that Apollo is making that he is excruciatingly close to his orgasm, and now that, is the only thing that Max can focus on.

Just watching the hottest man in existence use his beautiful cock to plow into the depths of this unresponsive boy’s body to reach his own selfish orgasm is probably the zenith of Max's young life.

Hearing the sounds that Apollo makes while pistoning his cock into the boy are starting to become heaven in his ears, and the continues *plap*…*plap*…*plap* will follow him into his most erotic dreams. Not to mention the sound of Apollo's voice, this manly, deep voice moaning and groaning on and on, it almost sounds animalistic but is still so elevated, high above Maxes level.

“I know you are watching,” Apollo says with a strained, husky voice, “and I know by now you probably hate yourself for not taking the chance to stand beside me while I offered it to you.”

He continues to plow the poor boys fucked-out throat. “But I want you to know that all of this, all the choices in your short life, all the decisions that you made over all these years, led you to This. *plap* Exact. *plap* Moment. *plap*” he says while emphasizing these words with a hard trust into the boy’s throat, and the sound of his balls slapping the face is something Max knows he will never forget.

And all of this is topped by the final loud slap of Apollo fully sheeting himself into the throat of the other boy while letting out a loud gutteral groan. His big balls completely cover the boy's face.

With that, his very large, heavy, and full balls draw up as hard as they can, and Apollo's monster cock starts to twitch, visible inside of the skintight throat, and he finally starts to shoot load after load of his thick, hot, and viral sperm almost directly into the unresponsive boy’s belly.

He is twitching and twitching, his cock is jumping up every single time another shot of fertile sperm is launched into his “toy.”

And Max is just watching it all play out in front of him, it’s like spectating the most famous porn star. Just watching the enormous cock shot and twitch and these big balls jump up with every new pulse of cum, all of this is way too much for his overwhelmed mind. But when he looks up into Apollo's face and sees it contorted into this incredible erotic expression with the sounds of hot manly moans to match, it suddenly sends him over the edge.

All the accumulated arousal is just boiling over, and Max starts to ejaculate untouched into his own pants only by watching and hearing Apollo fuck and cum into that poor, mindless boy.

His own moans join the ones of Apollo, but they are way quieter and a lot less erotic. Max feels instantly ashamed of his own orgasm, more so because Apollos is still going on after Max's own already ended after about 3 or 4 shots of a miniscule amount of cum right into his underwear.

Even after more than a minute, it seems like Apollo's orgasm goes on and on. It’s insane how much his large ball must have stored to continue after so long. That just underlines again how much superior he is compared to Max, who is already through with his own orgasm, which he specifically only had because Apollo reached his.

The amount of sperm that Apollo has created and stored inside his large ball’s seams completely inhuman to Max. If he did not see it happen right before his own eyes, he wouldn’t believe it.

And finally, after what seems to be like an eternity of orgasmic bliss, Apollo's monster cock finally starts to slow down, now only twitching lightly until it completely stops. Max can't even fathom how much of his thick, hot sperm Apollo shot into the belly of the other boy, which is now very visibly distanced by the inhumanly amount.

Max can see how Apollo's cock seems to go flaccid again inside the throat because the outline isn’t as visible as it was before. Soon he starts to take it out of the hot, tight entrance, with an audible *plop* leaves the mouth and with that, the now flaccid cock is finally finished with his **** on the poor boy. But big globs of Apollo's sperm start to drip out of his now empty, open mouth.

But that’s not what Max is really looking at, because all his attention is still on Apollo's monster cock. Apollo just completely fucked out the throat of the boy in the cubicle with it and came an inhumane amount of his hot and thick sperm into him. But for some reason, Apollo's balls are almost the same size as they were before, as if they didn’t just produce and shoot so much sperm into the poor boy that it looks like he’s a few months pregnant.

How can anyone produce so much sperm?

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