Not in detail, just enough to maybe get another snuggle...

"I dunnae think I'm the one who should tell ye," May said as she slipped off her chair and walked off with a wave and a few words about getting some tea, leaving Chris and Steve standing in their embrace.

"Wanna tell me, babe?"

"Mh... just some guys being mean..." Chris snuggled into Steve, sighing as his lover stroked his hair gently, reminding the surfer that it was very much longer than he was used to. "I... listen, can we eat? I really... I'd rather..."

"Sure, babe. Just know I'll always be there if you need to talk." Kissing the top of Chris' head - when had Steve gotten so tall?! - the other surfer extricated himself gently from the hug and sat down, distributing the plates of food. "Here's your bagel..."

"And y'all's drinks! Plus one tea, on the house," a voice in Texas twang added. Jess set down the cups with a smile that grew from warm to warm and slightly concerned as she turned to where Chris was sitting down. "Are y'all okay? If there's anything Ah can do..."

"Thanks... and thanks for the tea," Chris replied, giving a shaky smile back as he played with the handle of the tea cup. "I'll be okay for now. I hope..."

"All the best, sugah. If y'all need anything, Ah'll be around."

"Sure, we'll let you know," Steve smiled before tucking into his sandwich. "Mmh, this stuff is good, babe..."

Chris took a big bite of his bagel and moaned throatily, a shudder running through his body - but not because the food was divine. It was, of course, but the reason for the big-titted bimbo surfer's erotic sigh was another one: He had completely forgotten how unnaturally sensitive his lips were. The tingles running through them as he simply chewed made a slight tinge of red appear on his cheeks, nipples pulsing ever so slightly, a subdued warmth building in Chris lower abdomen. He tried to ignore it, swallowing and taking another bite, relishing the salty, creamy taste spreading in his mouth.

"Mnngh~..." The high-pitched groan emanating from Chris was entirely involuntary and entirely unavoidable, sounding almost sexual. Scratch that, it definitely sounded sexual. "Oh god..."

Whispering more to himself, Chris swallowed and took another bite, lips slipping over the half-eaten bagel as he pulled it out from between his lips, eyes fluttering closed as jolts of pure pleasure raced through Chris. His nipples slowly engorged, poking through his shirt, and there was a distinct moistness building inside the surfer's pants. As he chewed, eyes half-lidded, Chris dabbed at his lips to wipe off a speck of sour cream and sighed in pleasure as a wave of bliss rolled over him, the moistness rapidly graduating to wetness soaking into his underpants. It felt so good to just chew and gently rub over his spit-slicked lips... swallowing the bite in his mouth, Chris gently sucked his pointer between his lips, pushing the digit inside up to the second knuckle and pulled it back out again, wishing it was--

"Uh, babe? You... you alright?"

Struggling to focus his eyes, Chris looked over the table at Steve, giggling happily as he pulled his lower lip down with his pointer finger, squirming in his seat. This heat, this wetness, this emptiness... Chris wanted Steve to touch him everywhere, wanted to kiss his lovers lips, suck his fingers, feel Steve's cock deep in his throat...

"Babe, shhh! People are already watching!"

"Huh...? Did I... say that out loud?" Chris giggled again, one finger playing with his lower lip, its counterparts on the other hand gently palming his left breast. "Sorryy~... I feel sooo... mmmh~... Can't I just... suck your dick once I'm done with my bagel? As a yummy dessert~?"

"Babe!" Now it was on Steve to blush, casting around glances at the other patrons, but Chris didn't care what others thought. Pushing the last bite of his bagel into his mouth, the surfer pulled his pointer finger out with a languid slurping sound, imagining the effect it had on Steve's massive member. It made Chris shiver erotically, pleasure pulsing through lips, nipples, pussy... "That's it, get up, come with me. We need..."

"Mhmmm~..." Humming happily as he got up, Chris swallowed the last of his bagle and licked his upper lip languidly, gazing at Steve from half-lidded eyes as a droplet of clear spit rolled over Chris' lower lip and dripped onto his rack, soaking into the fabric of his shirt. Steve looked so sexy, and knowing about the enormous trouser snake he was hiding... The lustful pulse running through Chris' crotch made his knees go weak. "Yes please~."

Steve grabbed his lovers hand and pulled the salivating Chris after him, ignoring the barely subdued moans and mewls - and Chris ignored everything except the way his body felt ever hotter, begging to be touched, the yearning for Steve's massive rod, to feel it inside him...

"Alright, babe, we should be safe here, I--whoa!" The moment Steve closed the door to the stall, Chris dropped to his knees and pulled down his lover's harem pants all the way to the spotless floor - the White Rabbit's staff was very meticulous about cleaning, it seemed. And Steve, well... "Careful, babe, take it ea--ough!"

"All the way inside me?" Chris was barely understandable - his tongue was already snaking out from his puffy, swollen lips and wrapping around Steve's half-erect third leg. He wouldn't wait, he couldn't wait, holding on to his room mate's thighs as he pulled the massive pillar of manmeat towards him with his tongue.

The slick muscle curled and slobbered all over Steve's schlong, undulating back and forth in a gently massaging spiral, making sure that Chris' tongue didn't have to do all the lifting. And indeed, Steve, primed by his lover's display outside, was quickly hardening, his swelling glans soon pushing between Chris' generous tits from below. The surfer's muscle shirt was already damp with saliva on top, and with the way Steve's enormous nuts twitched and churned, it would soon be soaked with pre as well.

"Ungh, damn, babe, you-you're insatiable..."

Chris cradled his lover's fat, swollen nuts in both hands, gently squeezing and running his thumbs over them, feeling them twitch and throb with Steve's heartbeat - the big-boobed surfer even thought he could feel the thick, tasty cum roiling inside his roomie's apple-sized balls. Saliva dripped from his lower lip at the thought of sticky, salty goodness, and an almost **** throb ran through his lower abdomen. His pussy, not even a day old, felt just as empty as his mouth...

"Steeeeve~..." Still massaging the other surfer's gargantuan gonads, Chris gazed up at Steve, eyes barely focused and drool still dripping onto his breasts. Said breasts were slowly being pushed apart by Steve's fat glans as his cock grew more and more erect, dragging through Chris' cleavage on its way to the surfer's waiting mouth. "I need you inside meee~..."

It was just... Chris wasn't totally sure where inside him. And with his mental faculties completely overrun by lust and need, all he could do was keep running his hands over Steve's nuts reverently, tongue still coiled around his lovers thick, pulsing shaft. Chris was pumping the monstrous cock languidly, enjoying the slick, silky skin under his wet tongue, every vein that was slowly growing more pronounced as Steve swelled under his ministrations. This fat fuckstick had an irresistible pull on Chris, and he was happy to follow...

"Mgh!" The gentle slap against his lower jaw should not have come as a surprise to Chris, not with Steve's massive glans slipping through his breasts higher and higher, but the surfer bimbo was so absorbed in all these sensations assaulting his senses that anticipating obvious events was entirely beyond him. "I think you're readyyy~!"

Indeed, Steve was rock-hard and throbbing, a state enthusiastically mirrored by Chris nipples and what he assumed was his clit, the pulsing in his loins only adding to the lustful confusion making Chris unable to feel anything but arousal and bliss to be able to kneel in front of his lover, with a throbbing, drooling cock pressing against his neck and smearing it with pre as Chris squeezed and rubbed Steve's roiling nuts.

"B-Babe, I... f-fuuuck~..." Chris didn't give Steve any time to talk by promptly robbing himself of said ability - planting a sloppy, slobbery kiss on Steve's yawning urethra, Chris sent a shiver up his lover's body that had Steve hold onto the sides of the cubicle to keep standing as his knees nearly gave out. "Y-your lips... so soooft~..."

And Steve was so hard and throbbing under Chris' pillowy lips as the surfer inched forwards slowly, mouth stretching as he ****-fed himself more and more of Steve's length. Chris' tongue was snaking forwards around the considerable amount of cock not yet crammed into his gullet, the tip lapping at the spot where Steve's scrotum hung down from just behind the base of his shaft. It felt amazing, so hard and velvety and throbbing, every pulse sending tingles of pure lust through Chris from his lips, and the taste spreading through his mouth with every thick, cloying drop of pre oozing from Steve's tip...

"Mmghlk~..." Now it was on Chris to shudder, one hand dropping from Steve's enormous sack to between Chris' legs, rubbing the sodden pussy hiding under his cargo pants. It felt so hot and empty... "Mh, mh, mh!"

Bobbing his head, Chris felt his lover's glans push against the back of his throat without even a hint of discomfort - to the contrary, feeling his throat plugged and spread open by the spongy flesh felt easily comparable to the surfer's tingling lips, the sveltering heat between his legs as Chris stroked his lower lips... He needed something in there, something big... someone to fill him from behind as he gorged himself on cock...

Panting through his nose as his eyes rolled up, Chris began to paw at his crotch more frantically. His heart thundered as he bobbed his head back and forth as if on autopilot, relishing the sensations - and fantasized about being spitroasted by big hung studs like in one of the porn vids he'd used to watch, railed until he couldn't walk, pumped full of cum from both ends... if only, if only...

**** little whines made their way around Steve's cock as the unbearable need to be filled down below grew within Chris.