There has to be something in the kitchen.

With every step, Chris felt his new boobs jiggle on his chest, nipples crinkling in the cool air of the climate controlled apartment. But the unbearably hungry surfer barely noticed. But was hungry really the right word? Yes, Chris' stomach rumbled, calling for something to fill it, but he wasn't sure what he was yearning for. Or rather, Chris was entirely unwilling to admit his craving for hot, throbbing, drooling co-- coconuts! Sloshing with white, sticky fluid, flowing down his throat and running down his chin-- dammit!

Groaning, Chris rubbed his cheeks with both hands, trying to focus on something, anything else. But as Chris' pinky finger brushed against his lips, an involuntary gasp echoed through the deserted living room and the surfer's nipples were hard as diamond within seconds, his cock threatening to poke a hole into his cum-stained swimming trunks. Electric shocks ran from his tingling lips through Chris' whole body, his eyelids fluttering against the **** on his senses as his eyes rolled up. Stopping in his tracks, Chris ran his pinky over his trembling lower lip, breathing quickly growing deeper as his arousal mounted. But didn't his lip feel strangely puffy...?

Deciding it didn't really matter, Chris continued to rub his lip, drool quickly coating it in a shiny, slippery layer, but just as quickly, this wasn't enough for the horny surfer. Wrapping his lips around the tip of his pinky, Chris could confirm two things: His lips were definitely swollen, plumped up to pornstar proportions, and sucking on his finger was positively orgasmic.

"Mmmmh..." Unable to keep from moaning, Chris sucked the digit into his mouth as far as it would go, cheeks caving in against the negative pressure. Chris pulled it back out partway before messily slurping it back in, strings of drool dripping from his chin down on his boobs. Somehow, Chris' hand had found one of the perky orbs without the surfer's input, caressing and kneading the sensitive flesh, pinching and flicking the erect nipple capping it as if on instinct. With all of this going on, it was no wonder that Chris didn't realize that his moans were a fair bit higher than expected - almost, but not quite, feminine.

"Goddammit, man!" Steve ripped open his door, sounding more than a little angry. "If you need to watch porn, at least close your... door..."

The sight before him made him trail off, jaw falling slack as Chris turned around to face his room mate. His sexy, buff, manly room mate, who was wearing only boxer shorts. Which were slowly tenting into an impressive bulge. All the slurping, moaning and last but not least the stunning rack on Chris' chest were having an undeniable effect. If Chris would have any self control left, maybe he'd turned around and ran back into his room, mortified that his roomie had seen him play with his tits, sucking on his finger.

But as it was, this was exactly what Chris wanted, needed, craved! Had he not been so far gone, Chris would have been surprised at the speed he moved towards his roommate and friend, eyes locked on the mouthwatering bulge in his boxers. Tumbling to his knees in front of Steve, Chris used the same motion to pull down the only fabric separating him from the engorged... gorgeous... cock! When the rock hard pole sprang up from the waistband of Steve's shorts, Chris wasted no time and dove forwards, cramming the whole length into his drooling maw.

"MMmmmfffhh..." The musk! The taste! The feeling of a fat, throbbing prick plugging his throat! With a satisfied groan, Chris pressed his roommates' cock against his palate with the back of his tongue, wriggling it around to spread the salty taste through his whole mouth. Grabbing Steve's thighs with both hands for leverage, Chris pulled his face deeper into the other surfer's crotch until he felt Steve's balls rest against his chin, the glans of his prick making Chris' throat bulge slightly.

"Dude, n-no! Stop, what are you--hngh!" Steve's protests were accompanied by his hands pushing against Chris' head, but with frenzied strength, the cock-crazy surfer held on, slowly sliding away from his friend's crotch, **** slurping noises filling the living room. The movement once again sent waves of pure pleasure radiating out from his lips as they were pulled along the thick shaft, making Chris continue the motion on his own. Steve let up a little, not realizing Chris had no intention of actually sliding his roomie's cock out before he got his well-earned reward. When he felt Steve's glans push against his tingling lips, Chris stared up at his friend pleadingly from eyes he didn't realize now had long, luscious lashes.

"C'mon, man, you can--nrgh!" Steve's lack of enthusiasm left Chris ****; swirling his tongue around the meaty glans, he almost made Steve's knees buckle. The other surfer grabbed the door frame to stabilize himself, leaving Chris free reign to slide every last inch back into his gullet again. A happy, if a bit muffled groan rose from his throat until it was once again plugged tight by Steve's cock. Not content to just savor the taste and smell now, Chris began sliding back again, not giving Steve any opportunity to recover. Rather inadvertently, too; all Chris cared about were the contents of his room mate's churning nuts.

"H-how did you get so..." Steve gasped, weakly shaking his head to clear chase away the lust clouding his mind. "No, you... you have to... stop..."

Chris was barely registering his friend speaking, instead sucking on Steve's cock as hard as he could, cheeks once again becoming concave. And his reward was exquisite: The first drop of pre oozing out of Steve's prick, the salty taste exploding onto Chris' tongue. With an appreciative moan, the surfer intensified his efforts. The tiny droplet hadn't quenched his thirst in the slightest, instead only heightening his need. Gone was the languid back and forth movement, Chris' lips sliding along the slick shaft more quickly now.

And while Steve gasped and shivered, holding onto the door frame for dear life, something weird was happening to Chris' tongue; every time he let it play over Steve's shaft when it was fully inside Chris' insatiable mouth, the cock-hungry titboy seemed to be able to twist it around more and more of Steve's length, and soon he was able to wrap it around its full girth. Chris was delighted: a longer tongue meant more taste buds, and more taste buds meant more of this incomparable, tangy aroma filling his whole mouth, his whole world!

Pulling back again, Chris let his tongue spiral around Steve's throbbing, twitching dick, drool dripping to the floor as it left the kneeling surfer's mouth. This was actually really fun! And immensely pleasurable of course. Which was why Chris didn't let up in his sucking, another drop of pre, bigger than the first, now dripping straight into his throat as Chris buried his nose in Steve's well-groomed pubes, wrapping his tongue around the entire length of his roomie's cock that wasn't crammed deep into Chris' gullet.

"Oooh fffuck, you're a fucking good cocksucker, man..." Steve's speech was slurred, the pleasure obviously having eroded his resistance. Chris felt strong hands grab his head from both sides, and then Steve began slowly, almost lazily pump his cock in and out of Chris' mouth as if in a daze. The surfer stared up at his friend happily, barely noticing the dopey expression on Steve's face, feeling only the bliss that came with his face being used as an eager hole. And Steve holding the other surfer's head had the added advantage that Chris' hand were now free for... other things.

Grabbing his right tit in one hand to knead and massage it, Chris used the other hand to shove down his swim trunks and wrapped it around the tingling shaft that sprang out, long neglected and finally enveloped by an eager hand. Chris began stroking it synchronously with Steve's slow facefucking, switching tits from time to time with his other hand. This was pure bliss; even though the girl at the beach had had a bigger cock and had been much rougher with Chris, the sedate pace gave him ample time to let his tongue play over Steves shaft, wrapping it around the engorged dick plunging in and out of Chris, licking the underside and tickling the balls when half of the wonderfully thick member was still inside Chris' mouth...

"You like that, slut? You like a good facefuck?" Steve mumbled, his aggressive bed manners showing through even in the state he was in. He began bucking his hips a bit faster now, delighting Chris, who was slobbering all over Steve's cock with his overly long tongue. His lips felt huge, puffy, but most importantly incredibly sensitive, Chris' whole body buzzing with pleasure. The sensations from his mouth, tongue and throat eclipsed even the ones from his crotch and chest. Chris barely noticed his balls churning and tightening, his hand mechanically jerking the surfer's cock. He did, however, notice how Steve's own nuts pulled up against his body, the tip of Chris' tongue touching the heavy sack holding them.

Steve's thrusting became jerky, the slow rhythm becoming forceful, short thrusts. Not for long, of course; with a low, drawn-out groan, Steve rammed his cock deep, deep into Chris' throat and unloaded a powerful first spurt. Chris felt it hit his esophagus, realizing with a start that he wouldn't get to taste any of the salty goodness like this. With a strength born of desperation, the surfer pulled back and wrapped his long tongue around Steve's cock right behind the glans, milking it like his life depended on the sticky load spurting forth. His own climax - a few spurts of Chris' own seed spattering over the floor boards - barely registered against the heavenly sensation of sticky, savory cum finally flooding Chris mouth, waves of pure bliss rushing through him.

One, two, three shots filled Chris' mouth, their volume petering out disappointingly quickly. It seemed Steve fell short not only on length and roughness. Still, although the thickness, too, left a little to be desired, Chris delighted in the sticky load filling his mouth, taking his time to relish the taste before swallowing the cloying fluid. Spent, Steve slumped to the floor, Chris following without ever breaking contact with Steve's slowly deflating cock as he cleaned it with his deft tongue, **** to slurp up even the smallest speck of jizz.