Washroom.

Chapter Six, Washroom.

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"You know, you might as well wash what you're wearing now too. It'll only take a few minutes." Everett said, taking off his tank top as the door slowly closed behind them. 

Windows were open so the breeze naturally closed the door.

Luther looked over his shoulder, a little confused, but a smile creeping up on his face.

"What're you trying to do?" He questioned, putting a thumb in his waist band.

Everett watched with a smirk, letting Luther pull his briefs all the way down to his ankles.

He didn't reply until the underwear were completely off.

"Nothing? I was just looking out for you... And why should I be the only one cleaning my clothes?" He spoke, brushing past Luther and shoving his tank top into the washing machine.

Luther smirked, putting the wet underwear, and his briefs into the washer.

Of course to do that, he had to bend over incredibly far. Everett only chuckled at the inconvenience.

"Really, how does it feel to be so big?" He asked, tapping on his chin.

Luther slowly lifted himself back up, fully elongating his spine and looking down at Everett.

There was over a two and a half foot difference between the two, and Luther was growing visibly by the month.

In fact, he was currently growing through what Maren thought would possibly be his final growth spurt. Over the past two months, he had actually grown an entire two inches...

"Big huh..." He said, looking down at himself.

"I'm still pretty skinny. I can't be considered big until my frame is completely filled out." He said, lifting up his arms and examining himself.

Everett joined him in this activity, examining Luther in his entirety. He stopped at Luther's crotch, which happened to be right in front of him, above him almost.

"How big is it?" Everett asked, rather normally.

With a soft touch, he lifted it up with one finger, examining it's length like he was a critic.

"Soft? Or... hard?" He asked, pressing buttons on the washing machine.

There was a smirk present on his face that didn't go unnoticed. 

Everett glanced back as the washing machine started, watching the clothes get bombarded with water, detergent, and robotic claws.

"Both?" He said, turning back, holding the heavy appendage in his hand.

"It seems like every part of you suffers from gigantism..." Everett muttered.

"Well that may be true." Luther replied.

"If I had to guesstimate, probably ten inches..." Luther said, making Everett clear his throat.

"Ten huh..." He mumbled.

"And then, probably about fifteen or sixteen when it's hard." Luther put a hand on the machine, looking down at Everett who was absentmindedly staring.

"Sixteen?..." Thinking about it almost made his mind numb. Just while it was on soft, Everett surely couldn't fit one hand around it, though two did the job.

"Triple the average, I know." He said, putting his hand on Everett's head.

Somehow, as if defying physics, he lifted Everett with a firm grip.

He had him palmed like he was a basketball, and he brought him up to eye level.

"Why are you asking Everett? Why does it matter to you how large my dick is?" Locking eyes, the two squinted at each other.

Yet, their expressions were different.

Luther was smirking, and Everett had a playful pout.

Everett glanced down, lifting up his leg and touching Luther's dick with his foot.

"Maybe... I wanna play with it? It'd make a good stress toy." Everett replied, a smirk forming on his face too.

"I mean, it would make a good stress toy for both of us, wouldn't it?" He kicked around with Luther's rod, watching as it flipped and flopped.

He could tell that slowly it was hardening up a bit.

"Maybe it would." Luther said.

"Let me sit." Everett whispered, Luther complying rather unhesitant.

From on top of the washing machine, Everett was actually face to face with Luther's dick now, maybe a little higher.

He grabbed the thick and meaty rod, lifting it up with two hands.

It was the size of his forearm and he wasn't even hard yet.

Everett looked up at Luther's calm but anticipating face, stroking the length of his cock.

Luther warmed up, his dick visibly growing in both of Everett's hands.

His huge palm found it's way to the back of Everett's head, caressing his hair.

"How far do you plan on going little brother?" He asked tauntingly, Everett only smiled back at him.

Everett opened his mouth, his tongue falling out. Moving his entire head, he licked Luther's dick, turning it to his right and licking all along it's side.

"As far as I deem fit." He replied.

He backed away, fully gripping it with two hands, stroking back and forth.

He could feel it getting harder and harder, losing some of its weight.

Luther pulled Everett's hair back, making sure it was out of his face, and surely out of his way.

With long and smooth strokes, followed Everett's tongue. It swirled around Luther's tip, licking all along the sides, and even the bottom.

Backing up just a little, Everett spat, spreading his saliva all over the literal monster he was tackling.

Though, his next move surprised even Luther.

Spreading his lips, and opening his mouth, Everett clamped onto Luther's tip.

His mouth grew wider, nearly unhinging.

"T-That's... new." Luther said, pure shock on his face.

Clearly, from the size of his cock, no human would be able to open their maw wide enough to compensate.

"Haven't had this one have ya'?" Everett asked, having pulled back for a moment.

"N-No." Luther replied.

Everett smiled evilly, kissing his tip.

"Push my head. But go slowly. Deeper, and deeper."

Everett made sure Luther understood, watching his nod, and then opening his mouth once more, taking the thick dick in.

He felt a push coming from the fist that carried his hair.

It hit the back of his throat, alas he didn't forget to use his hands.

Luther pulled his head back, assisting in the motion.

Slowly, Everett's head bobbed back and forth while he milked Luther's shaft. 

He could hear heavy breathing coming from above, making him go a little faster, moving beyond Luther's control.

Going beyond mortal comprehension, Everett forced his head forward, inhaling eight of Luther's thick sixteen inches.

At that moment, he quickly pulled away, removing Luther's sword from his throat.

He coughed a few times, looking up into Luther's hazy gaze.

"So." He started, a smile creeping up on his face.

"Do you wanna put it in me?"