The Symbiote Snake

Loads of Lust (Final Chapter)

Present Time

Anton felt bad for Wilmon and his perfectly good pair of pants. He knew his boyfriend was in a lot of pain. He may be well hung, but he wasn't THIS well hung. His body wasn't used to having half a gallon in each orb... or an 18-inch pole that weighed at least 5 pounds alone. Only a whale would be used to carrying this much weight in his crotch. Anton tried to think of a way to make things better for Wilmon, but the veiny inflatable tube man on Wilmon's lap wouldn't sit still long enough for him to think. Anton had seen his passionate mate throb like a hotdog being shocked... but this wasn't throbbing. Wilmon's cock didn't know it wanted to bend down or stick straight up... so it switched between the two. His cock would stick straight up like a telephone pole, sink down to an arch, slowly bending down. Just when it looked like his cock had lost all interest in ripping someone's guts open, it would spring right up again. Every time the pulsing creature sprang back to life... to seemed to be a little bigger.


"What do you want me to do," Anton said trying to be helpful.


"It's so heavy babe," Wilmon said cupping as much of his fat sack as he could in his hand. "You know what to do. Get this tank of fish out of me!" Anton had made his boyfriend cum more times than he could count. He knew all of the soft spots Wilmon was sensitive to. He could operate this machinery with his hands tied behind his back.


"Don't have to tell me twice." Anton immediately grabbed the head of the snake with his right hand, pushed it up and out of his way, used his left hand to push his balls down, lowered his head, and kissed the valley connecting the balls to the tube. He sucked on the base of his cock until he heard a faint groan echoing from inside his body. Knowing it was working, he stuck his tongue out and looked for a vein to guide him down the scrotum. When he found a vein pumping with excitement, he ran the tip of his tongue from the base of the tower to the bottom of his left sack, squeezing the vein the entire way down. When Anton reached the widest part of the musky sphere. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and pushed his face into the blob of skin. He pushed himself into the left testicle so deeply what his entire face was smeared in musk. When Anton couldn't force his face into the sperm sack any further, he gripped down with his lips. He grabbed a chunk of the testicle and sucked the skin holding his balls into his mouth. Wilmon moaned, unprepared for the strength of his mate's suction.


Wilmon wasn't the only one enjoying the feeling of Anton filling his mouth with as much of his melons as he could. The sperm swimming inside his balls and the symbiote controlling the nerves weren't prepared his Anton's mouth. The nerves in the sack carrying loads of seamen shocked his entire body. Wilmon lost control of his muscles for a split second. He found himself thrusting upwards with no warning. He just launched his shaft up in the air like a rocket, screaming with uncontrollable pleasure like a siren warning anyone who could hear to take shelter. Anton moved out of the way and waited for his partner's explosive thrust to end.


"Keep going" Wilmon demanded! Anton knew his boyfriend was ready to get his heavy load out of his body as fast as possible and tried a new position. He got on his knees on the bed and walked over to the symbiote controlled tube above his lover's lap. He inched up to the tower until it was pounding against his stomach. He grabbed the snake as if he were hugging it and sat down on the bloated balls below. His ass was resting on Wilmon's melons of sperm as if they were a cushion on a chair.


"Listen," Anton said, speaking directly to the pulsing head. He gripped the girth with all the strength he had, looked directly at the black abyss of the long tube in his hands, and said: "give me everything you've got." He rubbed and caressed the cock as he spoke to it, paying close attention to the veins. "I'm starving... I need the milk of a real stallion to fill me up. I need the seed of a real beast to fertilize my body. I want your juices to run through my blood. I want your injection to spray through my insides! Mate me till you can't brew another sperm cell! Pulse through me and shake my core!"


Anton, surprised that his speech wasn't working, tried one last thing. placed both hands on either side and ran them up and down every inch as fast as he could. He began with up and down jerks before he tried grabbing as much girth as his palms could hold and rubbed it in a circular motion. The throbbing speeds up. He wrapped his arms around the beast as if he were hugging it and bounced his body up and down using his entire torso to thrust the foreskin. As he was bouncing, he got a little too excited and lifted his body higher than he meant to. When he threw himself back down, he no longer felt the overwhelming meat on the outside of his body.


Anton screamed. He screamed louder than he thought he could. For a split second, he panicked. But, he soon realized that this wasn't anywhere near as painful as he expected. He felt like he was being hugged on the inside.


Anton stopped bouncing and sat there, calmy processing what was happening. He had an enormous cock wedging his body apart. He could feel the head rubbing against the food in his stomach. He felt his colon wrapping around the veins like a condom. His tiny, tight, ass hole was now a gaping mouth ingesting every inch of a savage monster. The pulsing of testosterone in and out felt like a python slithering through his internal organs. Wilmon reached out and rubbed Anton's upper belly. Anton looked down at Wilmon's soothing hand and saw the outline of the head, the heartbeat visibly pumping against the outside of his body. While they rubbed Anton's stomach, and Wilmon's mushroom head, Wilmon said;


"Hold on babe, I can feel cum heading up my cock." Wilmon leaned back and gripped Anton's legs. Cum swam out of his tube so smoothly and powerfully that Wilmon felt like he was peeing instead of cuming. Anton's face turned dark red as his body temperature rose 4 degrees. Both lovers silently waited for the cum dumping to finish filling Anton's slim body. The seamen spread out through Anton's body and fertilized almost all of his muscles and organs.


"Thanks, babe," Anton said, rubbing the side of Wilmon's smiling face. Anton tried to get up and move on with his day. The symbiotic snake wasn't ready for him to leave yet. The pipe of meat curled around Anton's stomach and gripped down like a snake on a mouse. Anton tried to fight the creature coiling around his organ but the breeding organism had other plans.


"What's going on," Wilmon asked in a panic.


"Your friend won't get out from inside me." Wilmon and Anton both tried to separate their bodies, but the grip of his cock was too tight. When Anton tired himself out, the rope inside of him loosened up the grip, but stayed in a hook shape to keep Anton pinned to Wilmon's body. The cock truly became a snake when the head slithered into Anton's stomach. The tube of his shaft opened up and pulled all of the food from his stomach and into the tunnel. When the python was finished emptying Anton's stomach, it slithered out and made its way to the outside edge of his guts. Both men watched the cock bulge out of his skin so far that it looked like the cock was trying to pop out. The living meat didn't pop out but instead crawled down the center of his abdominal muscles. The snake used the crease in his stomach as a pathway down his torso. The cock kept stretching until the head was bulging out right above his cock. The cock, from the inside, played with Anton's balls to arouse his cock as much as possible. The snake positioned the mushroom tip under the tubes that carried his sperm from his balls to his cock for ejaculation. The snake wiggled back and forth against his sperm tubes. From the outside, it looked like Anton had jammed a beating heart up his gut.


Anton found out the snake was only doing this to locate the entrance to his testicles. Once the mating beast found the openings to his balls, it slithered right into his right ball. The cock rubbed itself up and down the inner sperm sack to stretch out the organ. It forced itself outward from inside his right orb as much as it could. When the snake decided that it had cleared enough room. Wilmon felt his balls squiz. He lost control and grabbed Anton's shoulders and forced him against his waist.


"BRACE YOURSELF!" Wilmon warned Anton. He could feel the cum eruption jet streaming up his cock. His balls released so much seed at once that Wilmon almost lost all feeling in his cum sacks.


SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH


Cum flooded his right testicle until his scrotum couldn't stretch any further. Cum overflowed from his right testicle to his left. When his balls couldn't stretch any further, the eruption flowed into his cock. Like his testicles, his cock grew four times bigger than they were. So much milk rushed into his cock that it made his meat look white. His cock filled up like a condom until his foreskin couldn't handle any more pressure. Next were the abdominal muscles just above the ballon cock. His muscles absorbed the cum like a sponge. 8 bumps inflated from his once flat stomach until they morphed into one slimy bulge. His cum stuffing continued ejaculating like a geyser as the overflowing milk spilled into his stomach. Anton coughed up cum all over the bed and Wilmon's face. Each cough of cum held more sperm than most men's climax. After the pressure inside his body built up so much that his body went into fight or flight mode, Anton vomited cum on his round gut.


When Wilmon's savage and wild breeding stopped, Wilmon's cock finally softened. Anton used the strength he had left to stand up. When he did, the once violent mating machine finally popped out of his stretched hole. 90% of the cum he had once ingested gushed out from his ass like a waterfall. His body morphed back to its original shape as the warm cum flowed out.


Once Anton got rid of all the cum in his body, he laid down next to Wilmon. Wilmon's SSS was clearly still present in his reproductive system, but for now, it was recovering.


"Sorry," Wilmon awkwardly said.


"For what," Anton asked pulling the love of his life closer to him. "I knew I loved you before, but I never knew just how much more I could love you. Where else am I going to find a stallion like this to breed me like THIS?"


"It's not really me, something took over my body." Anton placed his hand on the freakishly large sack between his mate's legs and told him;


"I loved you before this thing took over. I don't care if this thing took over your body or not, I still want this body stuffing me for the rest of my life. I don't want any other stallion splitting me open. I want this one!" Anton patted the warm testicles and rubbed them as he leaned in for a kiss. Wilmon grabbed his soulmate and nearly sucked his teeth out. They played with the other's body until they fell asleep. The bed was still soaked in cum, but the mates were too focused on loving the other to even notice. They fell asleep with their bodies tied together like a knot, using the body warmth of their partner as a blanket. Both men dreamed of the other.