Making It Huge – Scene 2

Title: “Making It Huge” – Scene 2: A vintage raw indulgence

Scene 2 of “Making It Huge” opens with a montage of classic pornographic stills, a nostalgic nod to the era in which this vintage gem was filmed. The juicy, plump ass cheeks of hung studs gleam under the flickering studio lights, a precursor to the tantalizing treats that await the eager viewer.

As the scene begins, we find ourselves in a nondescript bedroom, adorned with the requisite waterbed and psychedelic posters. Two hulking, densely-haired men lounged on the bed, their chiseled physiques on full display, their fat, uncut cocks resting heavily on the taut flesh of their toned thighs.

The camera zoomed in on the studs – Dark Viking, a tall, Nordic god with a shock of bleached-blond hair and a beard that could sandpaper a hardwood floor, and his partner for the scene, Porky Dies, a bear of a man with a barrel chest and a massive, swinging cock. The low camera angle accentuated both men’s imposing manhood, straining against the tight, leathery skin of their heavy balls.

“Make it huge,” Dies grunted, reaching for a tube of lubricant. His stubby fingers slicked up his meaty shaft, the greased cock bobbing hypnotically.

Dark Viking grinned, his teeth a brilliant white against his tanned, weather-beaten face. He spread his legs wider, exposing the pink, fissured wrinkle of his hole. “C’mon then, big boy. Make it huge.”

The Viking lifted his knees to his chest, his balls tightening like mangoes as his pucker winked open in a lewd invitation. Dies groaned, his fat cock throbbing with anticipation. He shuffled forward, the bed creaking under his weight, until the purplish head of his dick kissed the welts of Viking’s crack.

The camera panned up Viking’s torso, past his furred belly and wobbling pecs, to focus on his handsome face. His lips were parted, his eyes glazed with lust, as Dies slowly pushed forward, the head of his cock popping past the rim of the Norse god’s anus.

“Oooh yeah,” Viking groaned, his hole fluttering around the thick intrusion. “Give it to me, man.”

Die’s hips piston forward, driving his cock deeper into Viking’s passage. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his beefy ass clenching. “This is what you wanted, ain’t it? A fat slab of raw pork up your ass?”

Viking could only moan in response, his hands fisting in the sheets, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto his chiseled abs. The synthetic scent of latex and lube filled the air, mingling with the headier musk of sweat and sex.

The camera lingered on the lewd sight of Dies’s enormous, veiny cock splitting Viking’s ass, the bloated head peeking out of his rim with each hard, driving thrust. The Norse god’s muscles rippled as he took the pounding, his heavy balls slapping against Dies’s plump cheeks.

“Yeah, take it, take it, take it,” Dies chanted, his pace increasing, the bed creaking rhythmically. “Fuckin’ resize your shitter, stud.”

Viking arched his back, offering himself up to the onslaught, his mouth slack with pleasure. The headboard slammed against the wall, each impact punctuated by the meaty slap of flesh on flesh.

The camera shifted to a low angle, capturing the erotic dance of cock to ass, hip to ass, over and over until the two sweat slicked bodies blurred together in a frenzy of rutting. Dies’s face twisted in a snarl as he drilled into Viking’s hole, sweat pouring down his bearded chin.

“Yeah, yeah, fuckin’ take it,” he growled, his balls tightening like a fist. “Gonna make ya huge.”

With a final brutal thrust, Dies hilted himself in Viking’s pussy, grinding his hips as he erupted. The Stud’s cock twitched, thick ropes of cum spraying into the Viking’s deepest recesses, painting his walls white.

“Fuck yeah,” the Norse god groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuckin’ pump me full.” His cock jerked, his own orgasm taking him, his jizz splattering onto his heaving pecs.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, Dies’s spent cock softening in Viking’s flooded channel. The camera lingered on their sweaty, panting forms, capturing the raw, primal beauty of their coupling.

Finally, with a wet pop, Dies’s cock slipped free of Viking’s gaped hole, trailing strings of cum. He moved up the Norse god’s body, his thick cock smearing the pearly seed across Viking’s abs, painting a message: “Fucked huge.”

Viking grinned, his eyes fluttering open. “Mmm, that was intense, man,” he purred, his voice scratchy with lust. “You sure know how to make a stud feel huge.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Dies replied, his voice a rumble in his barrel chest. “Welcome to the pork side.”

The two studs lingered in each other’s embrace, basking in the messy aftermath of their fuck. The camera pulled back, capturing the full sordid tableau – the sweat-stained sheets, the flaccid cocks, the puddles of cum.

And there, nestled in the Viking’s shaved crack, a final insult to injury: a greasy, overflowing pecan, shucked and jacked, riding his gaped, gleaming gash. A vintage memento of a classic pounding.

Fading to black, the final image freezes on the screen – a perfect frame of a perfect fuck. A raw, tangy ass-fucking that damn near drowned in jizz, capped off with a park bench surprise. The kind of vintage Homoerotica that still holds up in the modern age – proof that Naughty, Nasty, Huge Men’s Shit was getting its meat on long before the internet was born. And just like a good fuck in a dungeon, it remains relevant, if not timeless, forever bound in the shadows of the machine.

Vintage butch beefcake butt-pounding, with a touch of street shiner. Color me impressed. These studs know how to make an ass huge and keep it that way.