The simple act of Wilson pulling his briefs over his massive cock provided enough of a gradient to start send you sliding down his shaft. He shuddered as your world darkened, the somewhat cool air on your feet disappearing in a sweltering inferno of moist flesh.
A small bulge on the underside of his shaft as you descended head first into his depths was the only indication that you were there. Wilson swore under his breath, finally deciding for better or for worse that you were hidden enough to open the bathroom door.
"What is it Mike? I'm trying to relieve myself here." Wilson said, internally wincing as your squirming form made it to the base of his shaft. It took all the willpower he had not to reach into his boxers and grab his meat in response to your predicament.
Mike seemed to realize that Wilson was on the edge of orgasm, but simply smirked while glossing over it. "I just wanted to ask, have you seen my roommate? I haven't seen him at all today."
Wilson sarcastically looked around. "Well he's not here in the bathroom with me. Is he?"
Mike laughed. "Well I guess I'll come clean. He might be. I put a shrinking powder in his coffee last night because I wanted to fool around with him a bit today, but he must have shrunk before I woke up. If you find him, feel free to have a little fun with him. Just be sure to give him back so I can get a turn."
With that, Mike shut the door, presumably to search the rest of the apartment for you. Moments later, you fell four stories into the bottom of Wilson's balls. He let out a quiet moan as a surge of precum dribbled from his dick. The giant quickly tore his underwear off before locking the door and sitting on the toilet. Soon he was jacking off like an animal.
Inside Wilson's scrotum, the massive flesh cavern assaulted every one of your senses. Cum near the center of the expanse was so deep that you couldn't touch the bottom. Suddenly, treading the viscous liquid became a lot more difficult as your prison began to hop around like an earthquake, but the muffled sound of one hand clapping told you everything you needed to know.
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