A little bit of aid in his latest investigation would not go amiss if it meant it would save him some time and a little bit of stress. That's when he decided to make contact with an old friend of his, Donatello Morelli. Cyrus knew him for a few years now. Whenever he was in town, he would try and meet up with him, get some intel on some ins and outs of the city, anything that he could pertain to be useful for him. The exchange had always been a simple one; Donatello would hand him the information, and Cyrus would pay him handsomely for his troubles. A couple of times, he had even taken him out for a hot meal and some company. Seemed like the two needed it. That happened to be the case today as well.
In the interior of the man's car, Cyrus rested back, inclining the passenger seat back so he could extend his long, thickened legs out while the two conversed, exchanging information and knowledge on the topic Cyrus had brought forth. It was rather late in the night, or rather... it was early. The time on the centre panel reading 2:21AM. He had let out a yawn and stood upright to stretch his arms out, lengthening his aching back from the poor sleep he had been getting back at his motel. Next thing he knew, he felt the unfamiliar sense of a hand copped around the naturally-enlarged heft of his bulge that always seemed to be on show for prying, hungry eyes. He felt Donatello squeeze and Cyrus could not suppress the moan and the grunt that followed. There wasn't any need for any chatter; Donatello wanted this, Cyrus needed this.
The hours that followed were filled with pure lust and passion. He had the man on his lap from the get-go; his hands explored what they could, over and beneath articles of clothing. Lips and tongue brushed, pressed and flickered over each other. Cyrus vocalised his interest in his friend by complimenting him on his kissing ability and his pretty, blue eyes; and the way the curvature of his fat rump was formed. Meanwhile, Donatello had moved to kneel between his legs, working his jeans and underwear off, only vocalising his horror and excitement over that gargantuan piece of meat, before the only sounds coming from him were of choking, gagging, slurping, swallowing and moaning. The whimpers of defeat when he fell witness to Donatello having issues with the girth had lit a grin on his face. Cyrus had merely responded with a simple, "Don't fret, you're not the only one that struggles with it." He allowed his friend to do as he pleased, for however long he wanted. By the time his friend had found defeat and found his place once more at his lap, with a sore maw, looking all sweaty and flustered, half an hour had gone by.
Things progressed to the back seat, where Cyrus spent well over an hour and a half, with his face buried between those smooth mounds of pliable flesh, his tongue working to pry that virgin-tight passage, that sweet pucker revving his sexual hunger enough that his mouth was providing a thick flow of saliva to coax into him. Not once did he rise up for a break and before he knew it, daylight was starting to rise. It was pure luck Donatello had driven them out of the city, by a rest stop on the side of a mountain. While Cyrus was sure no amount of saliva, oral work or fingers would suffice to prepare the man, he had found a tub of petroleum jelly in the glove compartment to use on himself and over that taut hole. It would suffice. It had to.
It took longer than he thought. Trying to squeeze that pillar of cockmeat into the man proved to be difficult. In due course, and a lot of patience and coaxing, the flared cockhead had ever-slowly and painfully sunk into that tight ring of muscle. Cyrus had Donatello laid out on his back, legs spread high and wide for him, their shirts and pants bunched up beneath the man's lower back in order to enable a better angle and arch for Cyrus to skewer his fat piece into him. The warlock made sure to go slow and gentle, not risking the passion they had built for the past couple of hours, just because he wanted to feel more of that embracing heat around his throbbing length.
Cyrus' hand ran across the man's body, most notably over his navel and abdominal area in an attempt to bring some relaxation to him. He could see how tight and tense his body had become from how muscles seemed to involuntarily flare and flex out for him. "You got this, Don." Cyrus repeated in a soft whisper, leaning down to acquire a kiss from those hot pink lips. "Breathe through it... if you need to cry out or scream or moan, do it. Don't hide anything from me." The visual he was getting was only increasing his libido; the slit of his cock embedded within the man was now flowing a steady stream of thick, viscous pre-cum. It would help to act as a slick lubricant.
The time now read 5:54AM.
Cyrus had plopped himself off, climbed out of the vehicle and hauled the man with him, helping him to his feet despite seeing how his legs trembled like a newborn animal. He aligned himself back into his friend, legs bending in order to get the height and angle right. One hand braced around himself, while the other clipped onto Donatello's waist, often moving away to provide that hefty buttock with a hungry smack across it, only stopping to watch the fat wobble from impact. "Such a perfect cunt you have here, Don. Fuckin' delicious, man." Cyrus moaned out, digging more of his monstrosity into the man, though careful to not sink in too much. For what he believed to be enough, he decided to utilise it by carefully retracting and and guiding his hips back. His gaze turned downward, watching as the grotesque size fought its way into those smooth, constricting walls. The wet heat enveloping the inches he could provide proved to push him on, to quicken the pace a little. The first insertion had already caused him to strike against that sensitive prostate gland with perfect accuracy. "You okay there, bud? Hng, fuck... you tell me if something doesn't feel right, hng, alright?"
Cyrus hadn't even acknowledging how public they were now, with Donatello's arms mounting the door like it was his own personal lifeline; any cars could pass by them at any moment, but they were a little off-road, so he was sure they were safe for a little while longer.
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