Chapter 8

I still needed a couple of seconds to understand what was going on.

Without wanting to lose my frame of mind, however, I grabbed my cock with both hands as masturbated it as if my life depended on this

‘Uuuurrhh!! Buuuurrhh!!’ I roared, feeling my powerful muscles hardening and expanding. By my side, however, even more powerful roars made the whole earth tremble:

His voice was like thunder. I gulped, trying not to get too distracted by the immense power of the stud by my side.

Standing before that crater, my master unloaded, with his horse cock, literally dozens of gallons of spunk on the hole, which was quickly being filled with semen.

I shut my eyes and focused. Huge, thick loads of lubes abandoned my prick, and my spunk still piled up inside my balls.

My balls! Ah, I felt them throbbing like two hearts in my legs, both as big as Easter eggs and as heavy as pure iron.

I roared, and my whole body intensified the quaked on the ground. In my balls, I felt the arteries throbbing and getting bigger, transferring blood to those two powerful engines, irrigating it with all the oxygen that was needed to produce my monstrous loads.

I roared some more. And I roared and I roared all the time, knowing, however, that no matter how much I roared ... I would never be able to surpass that unbeatable male, that unbelievable stud by my side

The whole field around us was like a war zone, tainted in white with our masculine juices. The constant noises of our pricks, sounding like bomb detonations, make it seem like enemy forces were encroaching on the hill, shooting their heavy artillery against us.

My master roared, unloading waterfalls of unbelievably thick lubes in that tank, making rumbling noises like a thousand firetruck hoses opened at full force.

I widened my eyes, seeing the volume of spunk in that crater grow even more, and jerked off with absolute speed, making it shoot out gallons and yet more gallons of lubes without spunk.

«Come one!» I admonished my balls. «What are you waiting for? I don’t wanna lose to this old horse!»

Old, indeed, but with so much power in his body!

My master was a man whom the legends sang praises about: with a sixteen-inch, fully loaded prick as thick as an arm (note: not ‘forearm;’ arm!), it was safe to say he was the most endowed, powerful horse in the world.

The superman roared, ejaculating yet more rivers in the obscene cauldron below.

«Wow!» Huge jets of steam burst from that hole while my master kept filling it up with his tremendously powerful loads.

The white, scalding masses that burst from his prick had the same speed as firetruck hoses —and almost their same width.

«For the love of...!!» I gulped while I kept jerking off and feeling my balls quickly heating up, finally throbbing with the burning desire to unleash all my potent seed.

The earth quaked harder around me, however, and I felt the crater getting deeper as my male’s semen weighed obscenely inside it.

My master, see, was the biggest man in the universe. So big and potent, in fact, that his semen alone weighed something on the ballpark of a hundred pounds the gallon.

A hundred pounds! The gallon! And that male, oh, he didn’t nut a mere gallon alone!

He roared. For every roar there was a strong jet lasting from two to seven seconds each!

Sometimes, his prick gushed out a full gallon in a single wad! Some other times, the jets were still thick, and mighty impressive: one and a half, one and three quarters, two gallons at once!

And in the rare, but fantastic times when his prick completely lost control, it hardened like never before, getting covered with powerful, thick veins, and then it expelled some three gallons in one single, full, gorgeous release.

The supermale, making all the earth quake and my own body to lose balance with the power of his gushes, filled that crater with about twenty to fifty pounds of seed per second! His prick throbbed and came in a way I never thought possible.

Completely humiliated, I decided not to look much longer to that bison in the shape of a man, or my inferiority complex would never let me cum as powerful as I knew I could.

‘There’s no way to compete with him. It’s over.’ I realized, though still masturbating and crushing my giant, heavy balls between my legs, whose powerful thighs stimulated them with unparalleled aggressivity.

I roared, feeling veins all over my body multiplying. My physique was a vascular monument like no one had ever seen in all of mankind —even in all of animal-kind!

Weighing about 300 pounds in normal conditions (or 400 when I’m loaded with spunk), I’m literally as heavy as an ox, yet much more intimidating with my 6.7ft-tall.

I roared. My muscles grew and hardened and swelled while the horizon seemed to get lower before my eyes.

No wonder: I was literally getting taller. Every time I came, thanks to the swelling of my muscles, I always gained some three or four inches more, easily surpassing the 6.9 feet, sometimes hovering above seven feet of height.

Even more powerful roars interrupted my thoughts, preventing me from being too proud with myself. The roars grew louder. It’s as if my master wanted me to feel bad with myself!

Though I was big, he was bigger. Not just in cock, but also everywhere in his massive body, so tight and ripped he seemed as healthy as I was at the tender age of eighteen!

‘Oooorrh, you cocksucker!!’ He screamed with even more power, making the trees in the forest around us quake. ‘I’ll show you who’s Alpha here, you silly boy!!’

And, to my total dismay, he aimed his prick high and unloaded a ferocious jet, which rose so high that the eyes could barely see it, falling on distant trees of the forest: splaaaarrshh!!

My chin was on the floor. My hands stopped caressing my prick for a second as so as I witnessed that monstrous load cover an immense area of the forest, some fifty yards ahead of us.

My master kept moaning while his prick kept cumming, shooting long threads from the trees down to the crater at his feet, which he filled up again. ‘Uuuurrhh!!’ He roared! ‘Uuuuurh!!’ He roared and ejaculated even harder.

I was broken, but not to the point of giving up already.

‘Holy fucking shit, man!’’

The crater was already filled with a hundred and twenty gallons of stud seed. At two hundred, it would overflow, yet still I was willing to give it my modest contribution.

Squeezing my prick even harder, I jerked it off at least eight times a second, shotting loads of lubes so strong they left my prick in a straight line.

I roared powerfully, though way less intimidating than my master stud. My layers of lubes fell over the man’s thick, potent spunk.

He then proceeded to bury my lubes under his heavier seed. ‘Little boy!’ She shouted.

That giant exposed just how little and frail I was before him. He was about 6.8ft-tall in normal conditions, but amidst all that ecstasy he easily reached the 7.3-feet and beyond!

His right hand jerked his prick off at least six times a second, much more firmly and powerfully than mine.

I heard the coarse noises that left that penile aberration and I gulped, knowing there was nothing in my body that could possibly rival those monster loads.

His eyes shone as I witnessed loads as thick as toothpaste leave that prick. His jets were literally wider than a well-endowed penis, easily getting to half the girth of my own cock, if not a bit thicker.

«G-god! G-god!!» Feeling the throat hurt thanks to how much I gulped, I still kept fighting, still kept working to finally release my own load of spunk in that deep howl.

Sadly, with great dismay, I witnessed my master’s broth fill up the crater much sooner.

The super male roared. I saw his eyes glistening thanks to the incredible pleasure and heat that rushed through his body.