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deeper, harder, more, more, more, give me every inch, I want it all, yes, yes, yes. Parker climbed atop the bed, positioning himself over Marc. Marc's hand slid around and grabbed hold of Parker's back. He had thick hairy patches on his upper back and shoulders, and they felt great, good, sexy, dangerous, like an animal was devouring him.
    “Yes, more, more, Parker, fuck me you hairy beast, I want it now, now. . .”
    “Yeah, take it, take my cock,” he said, thrusting harder, harder still, Marc's cries shaking the room, shattering the night, and still that didn't deter Parker. He urged himself onward, and Marc could feel every contour of his cock as it penetrated deeper and deeper. Marc grabbed at the hairy, heaving man above him, holding on for dear life as that giant cock threatened to split him in two. He reached down to stroke his own cock, and the mere touch made his cock erupt, shot after shot of hot come shooting high into the air, splattering against Parker's hairy chest. But his orgasm only spurred Parker on further, knowing that what Marc had achieved was what he wanted, and that's what Marc wanted, to feel that huge cock explode inside him. Marc knew it would make him come again, he was that turned on; he was not to be satisfied until he'd achieved another climax.
    Suddenly Parker pulled out, moving quickly to the ottoman positioned at the edge of the bed. He sat spread-eagle, pulling Marc down on him, impaling him with one fast motion. Marc cried out again at the impact of big cock into willing ass. He eased backward, Parker's strong arms keeping him from falling, and he bounced up, bounced down, repeatedly, on Parker's giant cock, hands twisting Parker's nipples, grabbing at the thick mat on his chest. Again, he felt orgasm ripping through his body, his second when Parker hadn't even achieved one. Feeling for that hairy chest again, begging that this fucking hairy beast fuck him hard, hard, hard, bouncing and taking each receptive thrust, Marc found himself overwhelmed by the entire experience and going on instinct rather than thought he leaned forward and kissed Parker on the lips. Their lips connected and their tongues entwined, and just then Parker thrust deeper into Marc's ass and that's when he bellowed so loudly it sounded like the doors in the house had slammed shut.
    “Yeah, here I come. . . oh, man, I couldn't wait, but I did, I did, I never wanted it to end, I wanted to fuck you all night. . . but then, oh Marc, you kissed me, and. . . oohhhhhhhhhhhh”
    Marc felt the cock inside him buck, felt it shoot, again, again, again, and how he wished that hot come wasn't being wasted inside the tip of that condom, how he wished that every drop was shooting deep inside him, settling inside him. But he took each explosion by bouncing on that cock more, all the while gripping at Parker's hairy shoulders, not wanting to let him go, not believing he'd kissed him, shocked that it was his kiss that had led Parker to finally climax.
    At last, spent, their bodies separated, Marc found himself sliding to the floor while seeking breath. Parker leaned back against the bed, his massive chest heaving from exhaustion, from release. Marc got on his knees, took hold of the cock and slipped the condom off. He took the semi-hard cock into his hand and sucked it dry, tasting his sweet come and wishing for more.
    “Oh, wow, I needed that,” Parker said. “You?”
    “Obviously.”
    “Regrets?”
    “I'm sure I'll have them in the morning.”
    “Morning's not for awhile.”
    “You up for another round?” Marc asked.
    Parker never got a chance to answer, as a noise downstairs distracted him.
    “What the hell?”
    He gathered himself up, tossing on a pair of shorts before making his way down. Marc followed, having slipped on his own shorts. A few more lights were on, more than they had left on before going upstairs to fuck their brains out. Someone had turned on those lights, and she was sitting on the sofa, staring up at