They met up in Wutai, but really it started way back when they'd ambushed the Turks in Gongaga. As they'd approached, Reno had been chattering away, pestering a nonresponsive Rude with a constant stream of patter.

"Which one is it? Don't tell me Rufus; that's our boss, man. That nerd Reeve? Wait... is it _Hojo_?! I thought you had _some_ standards, man!"

Rude pushed his dark sunglasses up his brow. "...Barret," he said, eventually.

Reno cracked up. "Oh, that's a tough one, man!" he said between guffaws. "I don't think that one's gonna work out for you."

Then Elena stumbled up behind them and they ended up fighting. Barret didn't even think about it long enough to realize what they'd actually been talking about until weeks later. Rude, huh. He was pretty built, he supposed. Too bad he was a fucking Turk. That really wasn't gonna work out for him.

Much, much later, he found himself recalling that.

---

Their travels had taken them to Wutai, which meant Yuffie had sprung her little trap and stolen every single piece of materia they had on them. Forget Cait Sith being a traitor; Yuffie must have been planning that for _months_. Just thinking about it got Barret's blood boiling. Running into the Turks on vacation had seemed like a perfect excuse to blow off some steam by stomping them into the ground, but at the time, tracking down Yuffie had been more important. Rude had been sitting sprawled back in the bar, top two buttons on his shirt unbuttoned, silently nursing a bottle, while Reno and Elena argued the merits of picking a fight. It hadn't seemed notable at the time; it was only after he'd stormed off that he remembered the overheard conversation back in Gongaga.

And if that hadn't been enough, then Yuffie and Elena had gotten themselves kidnapped. Don Corneo had gone to roost in Wutai, hiding from ShinRa, but he was perpetually up to his perverted little tricks. Being forced to save the kid who'd stolen all their materia rankled, though he guessed watching Don Corneo actually pull one over them would've been more infuriating. It was annoying either way it went.

All of that was to say, Barret was in a fuckin' _mood_ by the time Yuffie finally got their materia back. Evening was falling on Wutai, so they couldn't even head off. Trapped in yet another shitty resort town for the night. Barret stomped down the streets, frustration brewing. If they couldn't make progress, he was at least gonna get the chance to get drunk and get his rocks off.

The Turtle's Paradise was almost as famous for its gay bar as it was for its drinks. That kind of place wasn't usually Barret's thing, but now he just wanted to blow off his frustration by dumping a few loads in or on somebody, and he wasn't even gonna be particular about who that somebody was.

All of Rude's little glances and comments snapped into crystal focus the moment he stepped into the bar and, eyes tracking across the place, found Rude leaning against a wall, bald head gleaming under the lights, getting chatted up by some big burly fisherman. The guy was almost as big as Barret. Rude had a type, it looked like. Rude was a big guy: tall, solid muscles, dusting of dark hair across his broad pecs, but he wasn't burly in the way Barret was. He had more of a gym build, not the kind of muscles hard labor got you. Barret found himself wondering just what he looked like under his neat black suit.

The fisherman was getting pretty handsy, with one big hand feeling Rude's bicep through his suit shirt, and the other groping one of his big pecs. Rude didn't seem like he minded at all. The fisherman wasn't that bad looking; if he hadn't been so pent up it might've been fun to spitroast Rude between them.

Barret stomped over with no concern for how it looked. He went right up to Rude, grabbed his shoulder, and tugged him to face him. It felt like Rude resisted a little until he realized who it was grabbing him out of nowhere.

"Alright, fuckhead, it's your lucky day. You got a hotel room?"

Rude's sunglasses perpetually shrouded his eyes, but from the way the rest of his face went slack, Barret had managed to genuinely surprise him. He dropped his hand to grope his crotch, just to make it crystal clear: "I got a big load stewing, and maybe dumpin' it in you is gonna make up for all the bullshit we had to go through today."

If nothing else, Rude was decisive. He looked over at the burly fisherman, brows already contracting in an angry glower. "...maybe later," Rude said to him, and went with Barret. Barret snorted. Rude had a pretty high estimation of himself, if he thought he'd have the steam to meet up with some other guy after Barret was through with him. He was gonna leave him wrecked for days.

The Turks were there on vacation. _They_ weren't sharing a tiny room at the cheapest motel they could find. Rude lead him up to a fancy penthouse he had all to himself. Good. If Reno walked in on them mid-fuck, Barret wouldn't be held responsible for what he'd do to the guy.

Rude knew what he was getting. He shrugged out of his suit jacket on the way there, and started unbuttoning his shirt during the elevator ride up. Barret's cockring was keeping him half-hard, and the slow squeeze across his shaft just kept his dick slowly but surely fattening. Rude kept stealing glances down as Barret's tent kept getting bigger and bigger.

Barret shucked his vest while Rude dug in his pockets for his room keycard, and his look up -- seeing Barret's huge bicep flexing an inch from his face as he shifted made him fumble and nearly drop it. Barret stuck his thumb under his belt and tugged the buckle loose. "Better hurry with that door if ya don't wanna end up blowing me in the hallway," he said, and Rude stared at him for a half-second before resolutely swiping the door open.

Barret followed him in: big room, lots of white and black and pale wood, a Wutainese interpretation at a modern open-plan. Kitchenette, giant bed, big open balcony. Barret sat at the end of the bed, legs spread, and kicked off his boots.

"Get to it," Barret said.

"...No drink, huh?" Rude said, a little attempt at humor that fell flat.

"What d'ya think I'm here for?"

Rude stepped closer and dropped to his knees between Barret's spread legs. His cock tented out his pants in an obscene swell, with the arch of his cock trapped in an aching swell, with his bloated balls a fatter swell beneath it. Rude cupped the hefty bulk of his cock before he tugged at Barret's already-loose zipper. His bulge burst out, just a thin weave of stretched fabric between Rude's fingers and Barret's cock. He was already leaking, fabric dark around his cockhead, and Rude leaned in and huffed a breath up along his shaft, mouth opening to lap at the wet splotch of pre. He let out a groan, lips pursing around Barret's cockhead and sucking softly. His dick twitched, splurting out a messy bead of pre that soaked through to smear over Rude's lips, and his groan got deeper. His other hand had been playing at the straining waistband of his briefs, and with that he yanked them down, unwilling to waste any more time with foreplay.

Seeing Rude get hasty made Barret want to slow down. He braced the side of his gun-arm against Rude's forehead as he leaned in and let his cock flop out into the open, pulsing fat and heavy across his cheek. Rude's breath caught in a rasping inhale, cock skewing up his sunglasses and drizzling pre down his jaw, and Barret reached down and plucked his sunglasses off, glowering down into the other man's eyes. He flexed his cock, making it ripple out and then smack back against his cheek with a heavy _crack_. "Beg for it. Beg for my cock."

"...Please, let me suck your cock." Say what you want about him, Rude knew what he wanted. His voice was low and steady, dark eyes looking up at Barret. His cock pulsed, and a fat, pearly bead of pre gathered over his bloated cocklips and then drooled down in a cloudy string to smear across Rude's muscular neck. Barret dragged his cock to the side, smearing his shaft over Rude's lips, and he let the guy lap along his shaft, getting it wet. He worked his way up until his lips were pressed against the underside, lapping across his frenulum, and each wet drag sent a bolt of heat zapping down his length. His dick pulsed, cocklips spreading, and this time the gush of pre hit Rude right between the eyes and drizzled down around his nose.

Barret rut forward, smearing his cock through the mess, painting Rude's face with his sloppy pre. "C'mon, give it a kiss." He let his cockhead come to rest right over Rude's mouth. He reflexively licked his lips, tongue swiping out across his cock, and then opened wider, letting Barret's fat cockhead slide over his tongue and sink into his mouth. "Ahhh, yeah," Barret groaned, hand curling around the back of Rude's head, tugging him minutely forward. "That's what you wanted, huh?"

Rude hummed in agreement, eyes crosseyed from staring down the length of Barret's cock. He nursed on the cockhead, lips and tongue tugging on the fat flange, letting his drool slick down the rest of his shaft. Barret let him; might as well give the guy a treat. Felt fantastic. Rude had sucked a lot of dick, it turned out.

"Ff_fuck_," Barret groaned, as Rude slurped across his cockhead. His tongue lapped down the underside of his shaft, sliding along the flange of his cockhead and then with a twist digging against his ridged frenulum. Barret groaned and lay back, rutting up, as he mashed his cockhead against the back of Rude's mouth.

Rude sunk down, eyes fluttering closed, and let his throat relax: he deepthroated it no problem. His throat squeezed around his shaft when he pulled back, and then again, as he started diving deeper. Barret groaned, palm pressed against the back of Rude's neck, gently tugging him forward. Rude took it, jaw open, throat pulsing, until his nose was pressed into Barret's curly pubes and his whole cock was sheathed down his throat.

"_Fuck_ that's good," Barret groaned. Rude gurgled, froth gathering at the corners of his lips as his throat worked along his shaft, just bobbing up and down on the final inch of his cock, open mouth messily drooling down over Barret's balls, matting his pubes down into a messy thatch. He worked Barret's cock, fucking his throat open until he was facefucking himself without a hitch. Tears dripped down his cheeks as he got into it: eyelids half-open, eyes rolled back into his head, mouth just a sloppy open pit.

Barret rut up, hand on the back of his neck hauling him down, and took control of the tempo. He rocked up, enjoying the strained _squelch_ of Rude's throat each time he hammered him down against his crotch. Rude gurgled, still not gagging even as a stringy mess of pre and throatslop started to drool from his nose. Fuck, Barret had to hand it to him: Rude could suck a dick.

"Let's see what you got." Rude's belt was unbuckled, slacks unbuttoned, and his boxer-briefs were tented out hugely as he groped his cock. Unwilling to start jerking off just yet; he wanted to enjoy getting to suck cock a little longer, maybe. Barret tugged him off his cock, huffing as Rude pushed back against him: trying to keep himself impaled on Barret's cock as long as possible. He finally pulled free with a wet _pop_ and a messy spill of drool splattering across Barret's thigh as his cock pulled free, thickly glazed with a mess of churned-up slop. He blinked, eyes bleary, and it took a second for him to focus on Barret in front of him.

Barret nudged his foot between Rude's spread legs, calf pressing against his tented dick. Rude just planted his mouth against the root of Barret's cock, wetly huffing as he lapped up the slobbery drool coating his balls, and obligingly hauled his underwear down.

His cock flopped out into the open: a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, with neatly-trimmed pubes framing his length. Chunky cockring bangle wrapped around the base, tugging his shaft and balls forward, making it more pronounced. A single materia in the bangle, too, with a tell-tale purple glow.

Barret snorted. Sure, it _could_ be anything. But a gay guy with purple materia on his cockring? [Size Plus], 95 times out of a hundred. Plenty of guys used it, to the point where in some places -- the richer places -- it was more likely to see a guy using it than not. An easy way to add a few inches to your dick? It was one of the most sought-after materia on the planet. Most guys weren't throwing fireballs around daily, but everybody wanted a bigger dick.

Barret hauled him up from his kneeling position on the floor, shifting backwards on the bed until Rude was practically sitting in his lap, legs spread around him. Their cocks pressed together, pinned between their stomachs.

Even with the materia, Barret still outclassed him: chunky wrist-thick shaft, cock nearly a foot long, fuzzy balls each the size of a fat lemon. Rude's dick was big, but it wasn't _that_ big. Barret didn't need any help making his dick bigger. He already had enough trouble finding guys who could take it. His preferred loadout was something else.

His cock was frictionless with Rude's throatslop. He rutted up, gliding his dick along Rude's. "Almost got me beat, huh?" Barret curled his hand around their shafts, joining Rude's, as they rolled their hips together, just grinding their cocks against each other. "Still bigger, though."

"...You gotta fuck me." Rude's hand clenched around Barret's shaft, making the whole thing bloat out fatter.

"What, you think you can take the whole thing?" Most guys couldn't. It was a big fucking dick.

"...Taken bigger," Rude said, and Barret huffed out a laugh.

"Size queen, huh? Lemme see..." Barret reached down to Rude's cockring, fingers sliding over the smooth swell of the materia inside. Thinking of Yuffie's materia scheme. "Y'know, you fucks have been a real hassle every time we've had to deal with you." He plucked the [Size Plus] materia free, letting it rest in his palm. Rude's dick shrunk back -- still pretty big, eight inches or so, but now solidly outclassed by Barret's cock. "I think I'm owed a little payment." He held the materia between two fingers, cool and slick as he slid it down his cock, and then popped it into place on his cockring with a faint _ping_.

His cock lurched, an abrupt jolt of mako energy zapping up through his shaft, and in the wake of that it surged, fattening to the point where the cockring itself had to stretch a little, seaming wider. Barret groaned, head thrown back, all focus on the swell and shift. His cock crawled up his stomach, head like a fat apple, until it wedged itself between his pecs, eagerly leaking slimy gushes of pre all down his stomach. His balls burned, sac churning, flesh furrowing in jerks, as they swelled up to something closer to a big fat grapefruit: huge things that had to loll across his thigh to even fit between them. "Ahhh, _fuck!_" Barret groaned, hips jerking reflexively, sending his cock cannonading between their bodies, bashing against Rude's shelflike pecs. A wave of heat washed through him, and the final throb of his growing cock matched with a pulse of pre, erupting out, bigger than most guy's loads, in a hosing squirt that glazed their pecs in a drippy wash.

Barret rolled his hips, slowly fucking his cock between them, sound sloppy and wet with the fresh lube. "Fuck, don't know how guys can stand wearing these. Whenever I try I gotta jerk off every ten minutes or else I go fuckin' nuts." He grinned down at Rude: "Good thing I got you to take care a' me now, huh? Think you can take _that?_"

If Rude was hungry for cock before, now he was desperate: his throat opened in a low, guttural sound of _need_. "You gotta fuck me." He flexed his thighs, rocking up against Barret's dick. He was less concerned about the materia theft and more interested in getting Barret's dick back inside him.

"You sure 'bout that?" Barret curled his hand as far as it would go around the goliath club of his cock and smacked it against his thigh with a heavy _thwack_. "Most guys can't even take the thing naturally, an' you wanna try _this?_"

Rude stared down at him: "Taken bigger."

Barret let out a low laugh. Well, he'd warned the guy. "You asked for it." 

Just the slide of his own palm along his shaft sent a wash of pleasure through him so intense he got dizzy; he staggered back and had to brace himself against the wall. Fat, glossy beads of pre burbled out between his protruding cocklips and hung there for a half-second before streaking down his shaft, sheening the dark flesh rich. "Fuck, this shit always gets me so worked up. You got your work cut out. Gonna have to milk out a half-dozen loads before I'm satisfied."

Rude was a stoic guy, as far as Barret could tell. But now, faced with Barret's nearly two-feet of enormous, vein-gnarled cock, he looked like he was getting the best present of his life. He was drooling.

He tapped Rude's right hip, telling him to shift over, and Rude scrambled over, rolling onto the giant-ass bed and raising his knees.

Barret looked over at the bedside table. "You got--"

"You don't need lube." Rude cut him off.

Barret's eyebrows rose. "_Really?_"

***

He probed against Rude's hole with two pre-daubed fingers. Rude just arched his back and pulsed his hole open. Barret sunk his fingers down to the knuckle, easy. He was slick inside, practically lubing himself up already. He'd gone out with the expectation of getting fucked, and he'd bene prepared. Barret twisted his fingers inside, then scissored them wide, hooked them around the rim of his hole, and yanked him wider. Rude's hole just distended, slack and puffy, until it was a yawning oval, shuddering in anticipation. That was the hole of a guy who got fisted regularly. He wanted Barret to really tear him up.

He could've stopped there, but a spark of curiosity surfaced in his mind. He drew back, twisted his fingers along Rude's rim, and then sunk three fingers in. Four. And then, tucking his thumb under his other fingers, pushed his whole hand inside. His knuckles burbled over Rude's asshole with a soft wet squelch, and then he had his fist inside Rude's ass, easy. Rude let out a little shuddery breath as he felt around in there, just grinding his knuckles up against his prostate, groping his fingers deeper. It was a surprise -- but only a little one -- when his fingers prodded against something smooth and hard inside him. More materia. [Slick], probably. Barret snorted and rolled his wrist around again, watching the way Rude's asshole warped around his broad wrist, and then tugged his whole hand out: Rude's hole distending, rim clinging to his wrist even as the bulk of his fist surfaced beneath, until his soft red flesh was paling from the stretch, and then his whole hand spilled out with a wet squelch, leaving his hole pink and spread, wetly pulsing as he tried to clench down on nothing.

"Fuck, yeah. Yeah, you asked for it, man."

Barret thumped his cockhead against Rude's pulsing gape. Yeah, his cockhead alone was the size of his fist. That was gonna stretch him out more than his fist.

But if he was gonna fuck him, he was gonna fuck him _proper_.

It'd been a fucking scene when they'd been going through the disorganized heap of materia Yuffie had dumped back in their laps and they'd had to sort through it all. Barret didn't keep himself perpetually 'equipped', but that kinda shit made it tempting. She wouldn't have gotten her hands on those materia if they'd been wrapped around his dick. As it was, Tifa had curiously held up a little materia clip: "I don't recognize these ones," she'd said. "Some kinda spell boost?"

Barret had swiped them out of her hand. "They're mine," he'd said, flatly, and that was hopefully all the questioning anybody would have for him.

Now, Barret reached back into his side pouch and popped the two materia off its clip. He palmed them into his cockring as a paired set, next to Rude's stolen materia. [Turbo] and [Quadra], two little marbles gleaming cyan. There was a short, intense pang in his balls as the mako energy flowed through him, and his sac -- already swollen and heavy from Rude's [Size Plus] -- sagged down even lower as his balls shifted and inflated. Glands swelled inside his hips, slick hot heat filling him up. He liked _volume_. He tugged on his cock, heel grinding along his frenulum, and it was with a fierce, sharp spasm that his cock twitched and erupted, cocklips parting to spray out a thick, heavy gush of white-clear pre bigger than most guy's loads -- and then after a fractional twitch, a second, then a third. That alone glazed Rude's ass, leaving a sloppy, runny river of pre gurgling into his gape and flowing in cords down his thighs. [Quadra] to quadruple his loads, and [Turbo] to add another half on top of that. Six times the volume, at least. If other guys came a few teaspoons, he was cumming a cup. And with [Size Plus] on top of that...

He lost himself in stroking for a minute, just enjoying the play of fingers along his shaft, the bubbly pressure from the bloated veins winding along his shaft, the drape of his heavy foreskin across his cockhead. His cock erupted in his hand with a massive, slimy shot of pre that sprayed across Rude's stomach all the way to his chin. He could entirely baste the guy in his pre before he had to think about running dry.

Barret curled his gun-arm around Rude's knees and hauled him back to the edge of the bed. His cock shoved between his thighs, practically flattening Rude's dick beneath it and then continuing up, lolling across his shuddering abs nearly to his pecs. He rolled forward, fucking between his thighs for a few thrusts, just enjoying the shocky pressure and heat from his freshly-gigantic dick, before he pulled back and slotted his cockhead against Rude's hole. Rude groaned, eyes closed, back arched, and he pushed forward as Barret bore down. His hole flowered wide around his cockhead, until with an abrupt lurch he sunk inside: fat, fist-sized cockhead breaking him open. Even for Rude, it was a lot. His breath left his lungs with a heavy _whoof_, and his hands twisted up in the sheets, muscles taut, as Barret rocked forward, shallowly fucking him.

Rude's puffy asslips clung to his fat shaft, slurping outward every time Barret pulled back. He kept his thrusts slow just to watch: raw red flesh straining around his veined shaft, distended hole pulsing erratically every time the fat crown of his cockhead tugged along Rude's inner rim, before it finally gave up and let his cockhead pop free. Rude was panting hoarse breaths, writhing, just from the tip. Barret smirked down at him and pushed deeper: cockhead battering him open, slamming into the wall of his ass. Rude howled, hands clawing at the sheets, and Barret rammed into him again, feeling inside him for the little puckered twist that signaled the opening to his guts. The little hard marble of his [Slick] materia  caught just under the ridge of his cockhead before his next thrust knocked it free to roll down along his shaft, adding a little texture. He had a brief fantasy of feeding a dozen materia into Rude's ass, using him like a textured sex toy, materia all bracketing his cock, rolling around along his cock. His cock lurched and he drove forward, and that was the one -- Rude's stomach hollowed out, all his muscles clamping down, as his second hole opened up and let Barret slam a solid foot of cock into his guts.

"FUCK!" Rude bellowed, guts spasming, eyes wide. Barret let out a bark of a laugh, staring down at him: hole blown open, soft flesh already starting to plump up into rubbery asslips. Raw red flesh wrapped around his cock, clenching and pulsing around his materia-augmented club of a dick. Thick veins bulged out from his dark flesh, thudding with his heartbeat, shifting minutely against the press of Rude's hole as he tugged back -- cockhead slopping first out of his guts with a pang, and then pulling free with a wet slurp -- and then slammed forward again. Rude bellowed again, writhing, and clawed at the sheets as Barret grinned down at him and then did it again, and again.

"That's only half of it," he said, and he enjoyed the long, needy groan that ripped out of Rude's throat.

Barret's materia-augmented dick dug against the underside of Rude's abs, visibly shifting as he thrust into him. Rude was tight and slick inside, well-trained guts taking him easily, his own excess pre coating his thrusting length. He sunk in deeper, to Rude's growling groans, until he felt the second barrier. He could see it just by looking down: his dick a huge swell all up his stomach, vanishing under his ribs. His cock butted up against the twist of his guts, and it took a moment, battering against that, before he felt Rude's guts squirm and slither out of place, warping around the pillar of his cock. Rude gurgled, breath coming shallow and fast -- and now Rude's lungs worked around his cock, cockhead jabbed up against his diaphragm, adding a rubbery resistance with each breath.

Barret kept up his slow tempo, watching Rude writhe under him. "Yer doing a better job as a cocksheath than you ever did as a Turk," he said, and slammed in harder, knocking the breath out of Rude's lungs with a heavy _whoof_. His pubes ground against Rude's asscheeks, massive balls draped against his upturned ass, and he pushed the final fraction deeper to sink himself in fully: two feet and change of brutal, materia-augmented cock sunk into Rude's gaping guts. His cock pulsed, spewing out slick precum all across his fat cockhead, bloating his guts and forcing the excess to trickle down along his pumping shaft. "Fuck, you really are a trained size queen if you can take that."

Rude only gurgled in response. His half-hard dick was pissing out cum all across his bloated belly. Each time Barret rocked in, sheathing his cock fully, Rude's guts convulsed and his cock flexed hard, gushing out a messy slurry of pre and cum across his cock-bloated belly. Every single thrust was a little anal orgasm for him, milking his cock too. Barret enjoyed the sight of it, rutting into him, watching him gurgle and moan, sobbing beneath him as he cored him out.

Then there was a bright _ping_ from his cockring, and a sharp pulse of mako energy that zapped down his shaft, and abruptly his cock surged forward: bloating out fatter, cockhead shoving deeper into Rude's fucked-open guts in an instant. Rude let out a fresh bellow, breath wheezing against the mammoth bulk of Barret's cock inside him. The sensation was so bizarre it took Barret a few seconds, and an experimental thrust, to figure out what had happened. Rude's [Size Plus] materia had ranked up. His hole, already clenching him tight, was now obscenely stretched, gaped like he was in the middle of getting double-fisted, only it was just Barret's colossal cock stretching him open. Rude gurgled, panting, sweat streaking down his sides, as his guts rippled around his cock. The bloated bulge across his stomach wasn't just a slight swell visible when Rude's stomach hollowed out; there was a fat mound, like a cannon shell, bulging out under his spasming abs, visibly pulsing with Barret's heartbeat.

"_Fuck!_" Barret thrust again, watching as Rude's hole bowed out around his, what, forearm-thick cock? He jabbed forward, feeling Rude's pre-lubed guts open around his shaft. Rude himself was in a daze: head tipped back, eyes unfocused, slack mouth drooling. His half-hard cock lolled up across his stomach, draped along the swell Barret's cock made inside him, and he kept spasming, pissing out murky cords of cum.

"Fuck," Barret said again, shakier. "Guess you were right on the edge, huh? Just a little longer and you mighta had a dick bigger than me for a minute." He rocked forward, watching Rude's stomach bloat and shrink. A pulse of pre shot up his length, what had to be a full cup sprayed out into Rude's sloshing guts in a single massive squirt. The gush visibly wobbled Rude's stretched skin before the mess poured down, mixing with the sloppy mess lubing Barret's shaft. "Think this worked out better for both of us, huh?"

Rude just groaned in response, hands scrabbling at the sheets as Barret thrust into him. The added heft of his cock was bulk so heavy its inertia noticeably changed his thrusts; his shaft compressed and stretched as he fucked into him, tugging and twisting in new ways. The sloppy squeeze of Rude's guts built up, sending shocky bursts of pleasure zapping through him as he adjusted. He'd been fucking Rude gently enough. But now he needed to _cum_. His balls ached, prostate hammering inside him like a second heart. Heavy, sloppy gushes gurgled between his hips, hosing up out of his dick in a constant spray, like he was pissing out pre straight into Rude's guts. There was a deep burn between his hips, prostate raw and aching as it pumped squirt after squirt of pre through it. Fuck, he needed to dump a load quick, or else the eager heat, the hot throb, would turn downright painful.

Thankfully, Rude was right there in front of him, a nice deep hole for him to use. Barret shifted forward, knees bearing down against the edge of the mattress, and settled heavily on top of the other man, plowing in deeper. He snarled down as he hunched forward, thrusts slamming into him faster and harder. His balls smacked against Rude's upturned ass, beating loud and wet cracks, and each stinging impact sent a shudder of pain-pleasure through him, milking out heavier and heavier bursts of pre into Rude's already-flooded guts. Rude's hands raked the sheets, head thrown back as he let out shaky gasps and cries.

Barret liked watching him writhe under him. Rude's abs shuddered and clenched against his cock, hiding the growing swell, only to give up and let his stomach bloat out, and more and more each time he relaxed. Barret was filling him up and he hadn't even cum yet. Soon, though. "Hope yer ready for a big fuckin' load," he snarled, breath coming fast as he slammed his cock up into Rude's sloppy depths. "Oh, _fuck!_"

He was used to the more intense orgasms from his materia. The addition of [Size Plus], though... everything whited out, until all he could focus on was the drag and slide of his cock: hot, wet, slick. The flutter of pressure around his flaring cockhead, the heavy burble of slime gushing down his shaft. A rumbling roar built in his chest, until he was bellowing, roaring up at the ceiling as he slammed his cock brutally into Rude's wrecked guts. His prostate burned, an ember shoved between his hips, pulsing like a second heart. A sharp, searing sensation burst through his hips as some muscle spasmed hard, and his cock erupted with the force of a shot, spraying a hot lance of cum deep into Rude's guts. Just that single shot had been larger than a normal load, but that had just been the first spurt. His cock fired again, again. Barret fucked him through it, grunting and groaning as he unloaded.

Barret pressed his hand against Rude's swollen belly. His cock pulsed against his palm, each spurt fighting for space in his stretched guts. Barret groaned and rocked his hips, feeling cum slurp and squelch around his shaft. His titanic balls wetly smacked against Rude's ass and stuck there for a second before they peeled free, flopping back with glimmering strings webbed out across Rude's ass from the slurry leaking out around his pulsing shaft. Then again, and again. The materia kept him cumming -- what would've been a half-dozen spurts turned into a dozen, two dozen, as Barret kept hypnotically rutting his cock into Rude's churned-up guts. Cum gurgled through him, building up in sloppy pockets, until sheer pressure sent messy runnels squirting down Barret's shaft. Rude's asshole blossomed open with a messy _squelch_ and squirted out an eruption of cum, drenching his cockroot, splattering all across his abs, and drooling down his thighs. Rude writhed beneath him, face flushed, gasping for breath. He squirted again, guts clamping down, asshole fluttering, and then again, again, just gurgling and gasping for breath as his wrecked hole messily sucked on his fat cock, before Barret's orgasm finally ebbed.

It still felt nice. Barret stirred his softening cock around inside Rude's pulpy, fucked-open depths. Instead of the usual post-orgasm sensitivity, it still felt great: each sloppy suck across his cockhead, each pulsing streamer of cum gurgling down his shaft, sent a throb of pleasure through him and coaxed out a fresh squirt of cum. At first he thought they were just the dregs, but it kept happening, prolonging his orgasm as waves of pleasure washed through him. He could start fucking Rude right over again, probably. Still, he pulled out, just because he was curious of one thing. His shaft slid free, so coated with his load his dark skin was lost under the opaque coating of frothy cum, churned up into bubbly froth and dripping globs. A spasm went through Rude's body when his cockhead popped free, gaped hole flowering open, messily squirting out cum in sloppy ribbons, and Barret rocked forward again, letting his turgid cock splatter down across his chest.

He hadn't seen just how big his cock had gotten after the last boost. Now, laying out across Rude's front, it was absurd. With his cock shoved up between Rude's thighs, his cockhead nearly pressed against the man's _chin_. It was easily as thick as his forearm; maybe thicker. His hand could only cup halfway around its ludicrous girth. The fat vein along the side had been magnified into a swell two fingers thick, surfacing in lightning-bolt squiggles with each heartbeat. His cocklips, flushed a dark purple against the dusky red of his bare cockhead, were big enough to be an actual pair of lips. The thought sent a sluggish pulse of heat through him, and his whole cock lurched at the thought, flopping around across Rude's chest like a beached fish. He pumped forward, smacking his cockhead against Rude's chin with a messy _spang_ of sensation, Rude's bristly goatee hairs plucking across his bare cock, and erupted in a slimy pulse of murky cum-laced pre that coated his jaw and oozed down to flood the hollow of his throat.

"Kiss it," he demanded.

Rude groaned, eyes still dazed and unfocused, but he reached up and curled both hands around Barret's cock -- fingers not meeting -- and mashed the giant head against his mouth, kissing his fat cocklips. Fuck, it was a nice sight. His cock pulsed again, spewing a fresh slurry of pre and cum into Rude's mouth: enough to bloat his cheeks and make him sputter and gag, excess spraying all up his face. Rude slobbered open-mouthed, bruised lips red and puffy as they sluggishly spread over his bulging cockhead. His tongue traced over Barret's bloated cocklips before pushing in between: frenching him open-mouthed, cockslit so oversized it easily let his tongue squirm down into his shaft. The next pulse of slime hit his tongue and sprayed everywhere, erupting out over his stretched lips in a frothy eruption, spattering his face in pearly white dots.

Rude sprawled back, skin sheened with sweat, bloated belly sloshing. "Fuck, that was some ride." He stared blankly at the ceiling, all the stoicism fucked out of him as he slurred his words in a daze.

Barret curled his hand as far as it could go around his monster cock and smacked it against Rude's front; the _crack_ of impact coaxed a weak pulse down his shaft, ending with another huge, sludgy spurt of cum spraying out all across Rude's face, this time entirely coating it in an opaque film. "You think I'm done? Told ya, when I'm using these things I gotta cum a half-dozen times before I'm drained out." Just those few post-load pulses had been enough to glaze Rude's face like he'd been at the center of a 30-man bukkake. "You got five to go before your job's done."

He pumped his cum-glazed cock across Rude's front for a bit, enjoying the weak shudders and pulses, pissing out a few more messy bursts of cum, before he drew back and wedged his fist-sized cockhead into Rude's sloppy gape and sunk back inside. Rude groaned again, worn hole pulsing erratically as Barret sunk back inside. When he clenched, it just turned his hole into a silky-slick passage, tight, and the tug when his muscles gave up sucked him in deeper.

Barret had already fucked him open. This time, he took his arm-thick shaft in without a hitch. Slimy burbles of cum drooled out around his shaft as Rude's puffy asslips pulsed around his shaft.

Barret stopped halfway: "Flip over."

He was gonna be half-hard for a while, but he could still enjoy the silky clench of Rude's guts. Each thrust, slow, ended with a wash of cum gurgling out around his turgid shaft as his cock battered his overfull guts open; by the time he was hard again Rude was still wetly squirting around his shaft.

Barret hunched forward, one foot pinned on the foot of the mattress as he rutted into Rude's sloshing guts. Slick and fucked-open, belly swelling with each thrust, it was fun to just watch the way Rude writhed and gurgled, hands clawing at the sodden sheets as his leisurely, deep thrusts cored him open utterly.

Barret didn't bother pulling out after his next load. He just kept thrusting, slower for a while, as his turgid cock churned through the sloppy sea of cum he'd dumped into Rude's depths, before he got fully-hard again. Then again, and again. If he looked bloated after his first load, the second made him look pregnant, and the third made him look like his triplets were about to burst out of him: stomach a huge taut dome, skin seaming open into stretch marks across his sides. Barret had to lean forward, hairy chest pressed to Rude's sweaty back, and pin his gun-arm across his collarbone to keep his thrusts from rocking the other man across the bed. To keep him from _rolling_.

Cum burst out of him with each thrust, slathering his skin in goopy cords, squirting in frothy runnels down Barret's thighs, and utterly soaking the sheets below. Each thrust came with a wet _squelch_, not a sharp _crack_.

Barret got a little lost in it himself. Just thinking with his cock, flooded with mako energy, inexhaustable. He pumped into Rude until he came, again, and then stirred his sloppy cock around inside the mess he made until he got hard again and could start fucking him again. He lost track of how many loads he dumped into him. It wasn't until the final one came with a pang of overused pain, exhausted muscles straining, that he realized how much of a daze he'd fallen into. He was gasping for breath, entire body soaked with sweat, cock burning from use.

The night sky outside was tinged purple-pink with something like dawn. Rude was insensate beneath him, body just weakly twitching and spasming in response to his thrusts, completely slathered head to toe in whorls and pools of cum. The bed was half-drowned under huge, scummy waves, oozing down the side of the mattress and pooling over the floorboards. Rude's belly seemed to have reached a steady state: ruined ass squirting out as much cum as Barret was pumping fresh into him. It was nearly the size of the rest of his body, a massive shuddering swell. Barret must have emptied gallon after gallon of cum into him. He sloshed when he squirmed, wet slaps sounding from inside him as the ocean of cum cracked against his inner walls.

Rude's hole was cratered. His asslips gaped open wide, bruised flesh worked up into a thick ridge three fingers thick, and even when Barret tugged his cockhead free with a loud, hollow _pop_, he stayed flowering open. Raw red gut flesh slurped and squelched as Rude bore down on nothing, trying to milk a cock that wasn't in him anymore. Sloppy wet noises sounded from his open fuck-chute as Rude kept mindlessly working his guts. He messily squirted out a frothy mess in ropy strands, splattering across the bed and cording down across his asscheeks, just adding a fresh layer to the sludge already painted across his entire body. The mattress under him squelched and gurgled, and when Barret took another half-step back he could see there was a solid sheet of pearlescent grey cum sluicing down along the edge of the mattress onto the floor.

Thankfully, the penthouse had a _very_ big bed. Barret hauled Rude up past the sodden, saturated foot of the bed, and collapsed next to him, too tired to think of anything else.

---

Barret woke up after not enough sleep to a sloppy wet sensation across his cock. Things slowly came into focus: Rude was pressed against his leg, one arm slung around the pillar of his cock, wetly lapping up his length.

He'd forgotten to remove the materia before he went to sleep. His cock was morning-hard and enormous, jutting up from his crotch like a listing tree. A bruised ache rippled through his cock with each pulse of his heart, but already he was horny again. Pre drooled in syrupy cords down his length, and his oversized balls lolled, boulder-like, between his splayed legs. Rude's belly was still bloated, digging into his calf, though it wasn't the immense, pregnant swell it had been last night. He had one arm slung around its girth, tugging it to the side, and slowly he dragged it down lower, tongue chasing a sludgy cord of pre up, digging into a squiggling vein, until he made it far enough to open wide and slurp along the huge, rubbery flange of his cockhead, wetly sucking out the creamy dollops of churned-up cum that had gathered there last night.

Barret shifted his weight slightly, a low groan rumbling out of his throat, and discovered the sheets were stuck to him: glued in place across his sides and back with a gummy wash of half-dried cum. He rolled his head to the side to look at Rude, aware of the crackle of dried cum across the back of his neck.

Rude might not've even realized Barret had woken up. He was hungrily pigging out across his cockhead, mouth wide open, lips bruised, as he lapped up his free-flowing pre in sludgy mouthfuls. Maybe Barret had been underestimating just how much of a cockhound he was. He leaned to the side, looking down Rude's back: his huge, puffy asslips were peeking out between his muscular cheeks, forming a puffy, pouting slit that shifted and slurped as Rude crawled up to press more of his body against Barret's cock. Oozing tracks of congealed cum drizzled across his asscheeks, still sluggishly burbling out of him in spurts. That materia combination Barret was using was no joke.

He'd been too lost in the heat of the moment last night to really, truly grasp just how big the influence of all those stacking materia was. Maybe it had even grown a little more in the night. His cock was three feet, easy. Not four, but maybe three-and-a-half. Forget sticking out past his knees if he was sitting down; he wasn't sure if more than half even fit _before_ his thighs. Not thigh-thick, not quite, but close to one of his calves. It was a fucking monster. And his balls-- each one was bigger than Rude's head, definitely. They churned, dense flesh gurgling and slurping, with a faint but distinct pressure bearing down from inside, forcing thick, overproductive sperm up through the chunky cords that filled his sac. He left them on overnight before, but that had been when the materia were smaller and less potent, and sure as hell hadn't been in combination with a [Size Plus].

Barret probably could've laid there for a while just enjoying Rude worshipping his cock, but he was dragged out of it by the annoying buzz of his PHS from halfway across the room, wherever he'd thrown his pants last night. He groaned, peeling himself off the sheets and out of bed and stumbled over to check his texts. His cock jutted out before him, and each step cast off a slashing wave of pre across the floor with a loud, wet _splat_. His balls were too fat for him to walk normally; they cracked loudly against his thighs, fleecy hair all matted down into itchy clumps. Flakes of dried cum erupted off his legs in puffs with each step, slowly forming cracks in the crusted mess painted across his brawny thighs and glazing down his calves.

They were supposed to meet up soon. They were wondering where he was at after he vanished last night. Barret groaned. He thumbed out, _gimmie 20 min ill be there_ and tossed his phone back onto the pile of his pants.

"Gotta go soon," he said, voice rough. "Get up and I'll let you suck me off in the shower."

Rude eagerly rolled over, swaying a little as his still-hefty gut dragged him forward when he made to get up. Barret snorted.

"Call me up next time we run into each other and we can do it again," Barret said. "I'm keeping the materia."