The Sleepwalked

Little Darren had never spent the night at his friend Brad’s house before. The college dorms were great, but nothing beat a home cooked meal or the silence of no one playing basketball in the hallways at 2am. Brad lived just a few blocks from campus, so when Brad invited him to an overnight study session he was happy to make the short walk over.

After finishing the bare minimum amount of studying, they had stayed up late playing Ultra Mega Fighter, and Darren was now finding it difficult to sleep. Strange places always kept him awake.

Darren heard a noise from the kitchen, probably Brad’s dad, Gregor. Gregor was a giant of a man, a former pro wrestler. His hulking shadow appeared in the doorway, making Darren’s heart race. His seven-foot frame and bulging muscles made him weak in the knees when they first met. The heavy footsteps crept closer, passing the armchair where Brad was gently snoring. Gregor loomed quietly overhead, just looming above Darren in the dark of night.

“M- Mister Ramrod?” Darren whispered. Gregor didn’t respond but his shadowy form slowly turned around, his boxer-clad muscle butt hovering above the couch Darren was laid out on. He grabbed one of the game controllers off the table and sat square on Darren’s chest. Thank god the Ramrods had the plushest couches ever, Darren was barely able to get enough air to keep conscious. He tried to move but his legs weren’t flexible enough to reach the man on top of him, and his hands were… well, one was pinned at his side, but the other arm was trapped. Only his left hand was free. 

Darren felt around, but all he could reach was a couple of big, furry tennis… balls. Oh no. The Wimbledon-worthy testicles had escaped their thinly-clothed confines, and were resting heavily in Darren’s trapped hand. All he could do was gently roll them around, feeling their size and weight as they shifted in the fuzzy sack. 

The giant rumbled deep in his chest. "Mmm… ball-suckin'... weasels got me cornered again…" 

What? Gregor lifted his weight off the couch, and began to walk away. Darren took a deep breath and noticed his dick was immediately diamond hard. Suddenly Gregor's huge hands lifted him by the pits and slid him up to the wide armrest, his shoulders hanging just over the edge. The massive sack he'd been fondling moments before brushed against his lips, resting gently on his nose. The deep, musky aroma of a virile man filled his lungs. One nut was suddenly pressed firmly against his lips and he opened as wide as he could. It barely fit. 

A second oversized nut pressed firmly against his lips, stretching its way inside. He felt a solid POP, and voila. Darren's cheeks were stretched to their limits with the enormous Ramrod family jewels.

Several minutes passed, and Darren heard a low snore from above. What in the hell was he supposed to do?! If Brad woke up and saw him with a mouthful of his dad's nuts he'd never be invited back. But, without waking up Mr. Ramrod, there wasn't any good solution. Those fat balls just wouldn't come loose, no matter how much he licked and tongued them. Well, if he couldn't push them out, he could try making them smaller? If he could get Mr. Ramrod to cum, they'd deflate, right…?

Darren began fiddling with the soft but ridiculously thick meat resting on his chin, which very quickly began to inflate. In less than a minute he was holding what felt like a prime slab of thick, meaty tube steak. It was too thick to wrap his fingers all the way around, and long, too. He could feel a wide, squishy head with a well-defined ridge, slowly leaking a sticky liquid from the tip all over his chest.

Suddenly Mr. Ramrod tried to step back, but his balls were trapped. A few moments of gentle tugging, then an enormous foot planted itself on Darren's chest and crushed the air out of him. The well-saliva-ed balls pulled free with help from the breath rushing out of him.

"C'mon, lemme have a turn…" Gregor picked up Darren and flipped him over like he weighed nothing at all, his pajama-clad bubble butt sticking up in the air. "Mmm... give big daddy some of that cake… I'll show you weasels how a real man fucks… they don't call me 'the Meat Hammer' fer nothin'". Darren was too afraid of waking Brad to do anything, as his pajama bottoms were violently shucked and vanished in the darkness. His hairless pink pucker felt a sudden gentle breeze before an enormous, hot tongue began lapping roughly across his sensitive hole.

Large, working man's hands grabbed his asscheeks and squeezed them gently. The tongue on his hole was replaced by a fat, spongy dick head. Mr. Ramrod slicked him up good with the constant stream of pre leaking from his throbbing meat. Then, pressure.

His hole slowly, very slowly stretched as the enormous blunt head eased its way back and forth, working the gooey lubricant further and further inside. Soon he felt it completely inside, followed by a deep growl from the man behind him. 

Suddenly Mr. Ramrod leaned into Darren, forcing his entire length to ease its way in all in one long, drawn-out stroke. Huge, thick fingers wrapped around his throat, caressing him. "Mmm… daddy's giant rod loves being inside you. Thirteen thick inches of pleasure…" Darren felt the enormous dick flexing deep inside his guts. "Mmm yeah… I hope you're ready to make some babies, you fuckin' weasels." With that, Mr. Ramrod began his exit, sliding his dick out one inch at a time. 

When the head was just beginning to retreat, he thrust forward, slamming himself in to the hilt. His heavy nuts bounced hard against Darren's taint, again and again, slowly picking up speed. Darren had a mouthful of couch cushion to keep from moaning, his insides had never been stretched so wide, let alone so deep inside. Mr. Ramrod was using him for his own carnal pleasure, and it was almost too much. Darren's dick was pouring out pre, he could feel his orgasm building and he couldn't even reach between his legs. 

Mr. Ramrod twisted around and planted a giant foot on the back of Darren's head, pushing him face down into the sofa as the massive dick pummeled him sideways. Being stepped on by this giant man who was dicking him to hell and back, with his huge, hairy balls slapping his ass with every thrust was too much. Cum began pouring out of Darren, shooting thick gushes all over the couch beneath him. He moaned loudly into the cushion, the giant foot pinning his head down.

Suddenly, Darren was lifted into the air! Mr. Ramrod began pistoning Darren on his dick like a human fleshjack. He didn't know how much longer his ass could handle such a brutal fucking. A loud rumbling roar, several sudden balls-deep thrusts, then he felt it. The Ramrod secret formula was spraying deep, deep inside his body. It kept shooting, and Mr. Ramrod kept hammering away, his rich cum beginning to leak out between thrusts.

Then it was over. Darren was laid over the back of the couch as the swollen dick slid out of his abused hole. Mr. Ramrod tottered back to his bedroom, mumbling about baby weasels. 

As the stars receded from his vision, Darren saw Brad staring at him from across the room with his mouth agape. OH, SHIT.

"Uhh, I Um, I'm…" Darren couldn't think complete words after the brutal fucking he'd just received.

"Sorry dude, I forgot to mention my dad sleepwalks."

…"well no shit."

"So, uhh, I don't suppose you have room for one more load?" Brad said, as he hauled out a rock hard replica of his dad's massive tool and virile sack.

Darren whimpered. "Dude… I'm sleeping over every night."