“Thanks for bringing me up here. The quiet is sort of nice.” The beer in your hand has warmed up and gone stale. You have ice in your other hand, but it’s got a more important purpose right now.

“Yeah, sometimes I come up here, too. To watch people. Sometimes they fall over.” Hudson lays on the roof next to you. He says it, as if that’s a normal thing to say.

You try to hold back the snort of laughter. It makes your head hurt. Sometimes you think you have Hudson figured out. Then he reminds you that some people are just like this.

Beside you, Hudson is watching you. “See? I made you laugh. Your head feeling better?”

“No. Laughing hurts.” You pull the ice pack away. It’d been five minutes ago. Hudson called you “Little.” Then you asked how the weather was up where he was. He said he’d show you, then lifted you onto his shoulders and started running around the party. You’d been laughing so hard you got light headed. That’s probably why you didn’t see the low door frame before he ran under it.

“Sorry again.”

“It’s fine. I’m surprised you don’t have to duck to get through doors even without me on your shoulders.”

“I do, sometimes.” Hudson shrugs. He looks off into the distance, where the college crowd is going about their business in the setting sun over campus. Clearly to his disappointment, no one appears to be falling over, currently.

“Hey Hud. I heard a couple people down there call you ‘Hey you.’ Nickname?”

“Nope.” He stretches and leans back on the dorm roof. You try not to look down. Sometime during the party downstairs his pants had gone missing. You’re trying very hard not to focus on his massive sheath and nuts—scaled appropriately to match the rest of the titanic zebra’s body. “A. U. As in, the letters. Stands for Absolute Unit.”

Well, they had that right. He’s huge. He’s gargantuan. His stripes are scaled up to his size, too, so each one is as wide as your wrist as they struggle to circumnavigate the muscular zebra’s midsection. And, oh god, he’s rubbing his sheath. One thick hand was helping the thick cock-head up from the sizeable package between his legs.

“Uh, Hud?” You try to swallow. Your mouth’s gone dry, and somehow that stale beer doesn’t seem appetizing at the moment.

The zebra seems zoned out. And a bit drunk. He’d done a keg stand twenty minutes ago. Three people had to hold his legs up. At least, until the table had collapsed. He blinks blearily at you, then his eyes focus for a moment. “Oh. Fuck. Uh.”

“Right. You don’t come up here to watch people, do you?”

“Hey. I do watch people up here.” Even though he’s acknowledged that he hadn’t intended to start fapping, he’s also not stopped. His fingers encircle his cock-tip. You can see the flare twitch wide. God he’s big. A drop of pre drips down his fingers. “But not to see if they fall down. I sort of imagine. Y’know.”

No, actually, you don’t know. There’s a lot of things he could be imagining. And your head is feeling better. A lot better, actually. Maybe it’s that blood is going elsewhere instead while you’re watching this mammoth of a zebra absentmindedly stroke himself. You suddenly get the urge to know what he’s fantasizing about. “Tell me. Now you’ve got me curious.”

“Well, how they’re hung, right? Look, there’s a doberman down there. Bet he’s got a really thick knot. Short dick, but big knobs, right? Oh, and there’s a buck. I had a buck once. Thin, but really long. Satisfying.” Hudson muses. He’s throbbing thicker as he describes them to you.

Then it strikes you. He’s describing being satisfied by cock. A big guy like him, a bottom? “Wait. You can’t be. Huge guy like you, fantasizing about taking it?”

The zebra looks over at you with a quizzical stare. For a moment you feel like the asshole, not him. Of course he could be a bottom. Size has nothing to do with it.

“Nah, don’t feel bad. Started that way ‘cuz this useless thing can’t fit anywhere.” He flops his cock up over his hand. The flare at the tip gives a guilty throb and drips some more pre. “Then found out I really enjoyed it, y’know?”

“Nowhere? You mean you never…”

“Didn’t say that. Fact, one of my favorite things to do. Why, want to give it a go?”

You gulp, watching that monster throb to full erection, standing out from the zebra’s thighs. No way. Not possible. “No way I’d fit that. Sorry, Hud.”

The zebra snorts. “Wouldn’t fit? Don’t boast. You’re not that big.”

“I’m not… Wait, what?”

The zebra laughs. It’s loud and braying. “Only one thing to do with a cock this big. Wanna find out, little man?”

You’re nervous now. What is he talking about? But now you’re also hard, and just a little tipsy, and a little dizzy from the head wound. Your cock is doing the thinking for you. “Yeah. Sure.” You mumble.

He rolls over on top of you. His monster cock slaps you in the belly. And chest. It looks like someone spilled a drink on your shirt—specifically a white russian. You lift a hand to it, and find your fingers won’t fit around the tip like his do. It throbs up towards his belly, then lands back against your front with a smack that knocks the breath out of you.

“Fuck.” You whisper. His thick fingers tug at your jeans You reach down to unbutton them, then he tugs and throws them off of the roof.

He leans down to kiss you. His breath smells of beer. But so does yours, so it’d be hypocritical to complain. You feel his fingers around your shaft. “Yeah, that’s fine. Ready for a whole new experience?”

You watch him with disbelief as he lifts his hips and rubs his cock-tip against your crotch. He frots against you, like a baseball bat against a pencil. Then you feel his flare kissing your cock-head. Hot pre gushes around your shaft and drips into your crotch fur. He lifts you out straight from your body, pressing against his flare. Then you feel the most exquisite sensation of tightness sliding down around your cock. It stops every few seconds as his cock throbs around you, and you realize you’re sliding into his cock. Hudson grabs your hand and wraps your fingers around the far side of his own shaft. You can feel the shape of your cock sliding into his as he rolls his hips.

It’s a novel sensation. For all of his size, it’s the tightest hole you’ve ever had the pleasure of stuffing yourself into. The way you can feel him pulsing around you is blissful, even if he has to stop his humping to let the throb pass. Then his flare touches your crotch, and you’re buried fully.

“There we go. Told you, this monster’s at least good for something.” He mumbles at you. Good? Not just good. It’s great. Your other hand joins your first, squeezing around Hudson’s flare and using the leverage to grind yourself against his cock. He lifts himself off of you just enough to give you room, and you use it. Hips lift off of the dormitory roof to fuck yourself deep into Hudson’s cock-slit. After only a few seconds of this, you realize that you’re getting close—and that you’ve got no will to stop.

Above you, Hudson closes his eyes and croons. “Ah yeah. This is my favorite part. Go ahead.” And then you’re cumming. Your hips remain lifted up as the rest of your body quivers. You feel it flowing out of you, and into him. Then you’re panting, and you’re rubbing your face against his stripes. You hope you’ll remember this in the morning, because if this is what Hudson does for fun, you can picture yourself going to a lot more of these otherwise boring room parties.

Story by Kandrel

Artwok by Famir, AKA TheBestVore