Chris isn't giving him any time to recover.

With Steve flat on the floor of his room, Chris knelt between his spread legs and kept spit-shining his friend's cock, earning weak twitches of both the member wrapped into his sensitive lips and Steve's hips. But that wasn't even the exciting part: With Chris not letting up, his overly long tongue twisting and twirling around the throbbing pole, Steve didn't grow soft in the slightest! Yes, it was smaller than the one the redhead at the beach had sported, and it gave Chris far less yummy cum, but the cock-hungry surfer would get a second helping!

With renewed vigor, Chris kept slobbering and slurping all over Steve's dick, the other surfer's pubes thoroughly matted with spit, dripping down onto Steve's balls and then the floor. Kneeling between Steve's legs, Chris pushed his hair out of the way with one hand, brushing it behind his ears. With the burning need for gooey, salty jizz tormenting him, he barely realized that never in his life had his hair been long enough for that. Not that Chris cared. The craving was far more important.

With every upwards pull, Steve's hips rose from the linoleum floor a little, following the **** suction of his room mate. On one hand, Chris wanted his sticky prize as soon as possible, on the other he never wanted to stop relishing the taste and velvety smoothness of Steve's cock. Torn as he was, the surfer was completely blindsided by his friend's cock suddenly grew even harder than before, pushing against Chris' whorish lips, making him squeak in delighted surprise.

Diving back down towards Steve's crotch, tongue spiraling around the veiny shaft, Chris soon felt the fat head stretch his throat wide - but to his immense pleasure, Steve's pubic hair wasn't even tickling the titboy's nose! The barely conscious surfer's cock wasn't growing harder, it was literally growing! Smiling around the swelling pole in his maw, Chris pulled his head back up again, sucking with all his might - and this time, it wasn't Steve's hips that followed him upwards, but his friend' shaft. Inch after inch stretched upwards, and soon Steve's cock reached double digits length-wise.

Popping it out of his mouth, Chris wrapped the tip of his tongue around his friend's cock just below the glans, unwilling to give up the taste. But he just had to see what was happening. Before his eyes, he saw a cock that had almost doubled in size, thick veins pulsing all over its length and supplying the angry purple head with blood. And on the tip of said head, the first dollop of pre was forming...

"Mmmmgh!" With a strangled cry of need, muffled by his own tongue, Chris jerked forwards and planted his lips in a sloppy kiss around Steve's urethra, sucking and slurping down the salty droplet, shuddering as it ran along his tongue. The cloying taste spread through his mouth once again, Chris' heart beating faster at the thought of Steve's swimmers once again filling his mouth. The titboy's own cock, woefully neglected, twitched and throbbed like mad. But Chris' hands were occupied with much more important things, namely squeezing and rubbing and teasing his rack. Who cared about a dumb, useless cock when his lips and tongue felt a million times better than his prick ever had?

While Chris bobbed his head to have his lips slide and stretch over Steve's swollen helmet, **** to coax out another drop of pre, Chris' tongue snaked down his friend's impressive length until it reached the base - and the, Chris now realized, immensely swollen nuts. They had more than tripled in size, almost rivaling oranges now. Chris' heart trilled; bigger balls meant a bigger load and thus more salty goodness!

Diving down on Steve's shaft, Chris soon felt it fill his throat; but the surfer barely choked. Instead, he felt the girthy prick slide deeper and deeper into his gullet, Chris' esophagus stretching to accommodate the invader. Eyes widening at this development, Chris grabbed his room mates hips, dragging himself closer and closer to Steve's crotch, his friend's foot-long fuckstick sliding in deeper and deeper. Chris curled his tongue around Steve's balls, delighting at the way the wet coils were **** apart as they packed on more and more mass, cum roiling inside, ready to be released.

"Nnnffffuuuhgh, wha's goin' onn...?" Steve had apparently regained a semblance of consciousness, although he was slurring even worse now. "Wha's up wi' mah dick..."

Chris only answer was a strained groan as he fought to fit every inch of the velvety rod inside his maw, gagging sounds finally echoing through the apartment as the last little bit of length proved too much for Chris. It was particularly frustrating because the surfer could practically feel Steve's pubic hair tickle his nose, but the last few inches eluded him. But then again, with his friend's cock as deep inside of him as it was, Chris wouldn't get to taste any of Steve's spunk!

Pushing himself upwards off Steve's hips, Chris was rewarded with another bout of growth both in the shaft, its girth and the heavy orbs stretching the skin of Steve's scrotum, as well as a stream of pre drooling into the titboy's depths. Frustratingly, it had diminished to a trickle when Chris finally reached the end of Steve's cock, the engorged head all but filling the dick-crazy surfer's mouth. Still, the few small drops were enough to drive Chris wild, and seeing as he found himself almost sitting straight, he hugged Steve's arm-sized cock to his body, sandwiching it between his tits, and set to nuzzling the slit in the hopes of another spurt of precum. With Steve's nearly cantaloupe-sized balls resting on Chris' knees, it was only a matter of time until he was successful.

"How'd you get so good at this?" Steve's speech was getting a little clearer, and when Chris looked towards him, he found his friend with both arms behind his head, looking up at the titboy appreciatively. Chris didn't answer, instead coiling his tongue around Steve's cock, and started to move it up and down his roomie's length, milking it with all he had. His hands got busy kneading and massaging Steve's ballsack, feeling it twitch and churn under Chris' deft fingers. The big-titted surfer's own cock was pressing into his friend's balls, the stimulation from their being jostled paling against everything else Chris was experiencing. His whole tongue buzzed with the heavenly taste of Steve's cock, the heady tang filling Chris' whole mouth as precum was now lazily bubbling up from the tip of the cock he was suckling on like a man dying of thirst. Which, provided how Chris felt, probably wasn't too far from the truth.

"Damn, dude, if you keep this up, I'm gonna splooge all over you," Steve grinned, apparently unperturbed by the sudden growth of his cock and the fact that his best buddy was eagerly sucking it with a tongue that was about as long as the dick it was milking.

Cooing happily at the thought of being covered in jizz, Chris made his buddy groan as the sound vibrated through his throbbing length. The resulting spurt of pre made Chris redouble his efforts. He was so close, he could practically feel the cum slosh around inside the heavy balls resting on his lap. Chris' own cock spurted a few shots of jizz onto Steve's balls, the minuscule climax all but ignored by the titboy, although the sticky spunk proved to be excellent lubricant for sliding his hands all over the heavy orbs.

"Holy shit, babe, I don't think I-- oh god, I'm-- oh fuck, CUMMING!" Thrusting his hips upwards, Steve shoved his apple-sized glans into Chris' eager mouth, stretching the titboys tingling lips wide, his jaw creaking under the ****. Chris felt the humongous nuts resting on his lap pull together and contract, and then he could feel it.

The coils of his tongue were spread apart as Steve's already enormous cock flared even wider, its underside distending with the heavy load surging upwards. Pulling a little bit of his tongue back into his mouth, Chris brought it up against Steve's gaping urethra just in time to catch the first spurt of cum. Just one shot was enough to make Chris' cheeks bulge, his eyes rolling back in his head as his vision turned white. Swallowing reflexively, the titboy barely made a dent in the amount of spunk.

Growling gutturally, Steve kept bucking his hips, shaking Chris who was now only kept upright by the rock-hard pole stuck inside his maw, both arms hanging limp to his sides. And then, the second shot exploded into his mouth. A good portion shot out of Chris' nostrils and the sides of his mouth, spattering all over the floor and Steve's hips, the rest bubbling down his esophagus by sheer pressure alone. Any and all thought was gone from Chris' mind, replaced by pure bliss. While the taste still didn't compare to the girl at the beach, it was just so much!

Despite not being able to breathe, Chris reveled in the internal - and partly external - spunk bath, completely at the mercy of his friend's balls. He could barely feel his body, his tingling, buzzing lips and the all-encompassing taste making stars dance before his eyes. Chris lost all sense of time, only the cock in his mouth and the spunk it gave him in heavy spurts mattered.

But as all good things do, it had to come to an end, and with the last spurt, Steve's hardness began to wilt disappointingly quickly, letting Chris collapse forwards onto his exhausted room mate. With the deflating head slipping out, cum began bubbling out of the titboy's mouth in a steady flow, covering Steve's chest and stomach, until Chris' airways were free to let in the first shuddering breath in what felt like minutes.