Play Time

    "Look what I swiped from work, Jordan!" Abe cheered. He held up a spray bottle.
    "Oh, nice, glass cleaner," I replied. "Are you a kleptomaniac now?"
    I was lying in bed, wearing nothing but briefs, and reading a book. My lightly muscle toned hairy body was on top of the covers. Abe, my handsome Latino boyfriend, was in a wife beater and boxers, his thin, wiry body next to mine.
    "It's the stuff!" he exclaimed.
    "Sanitizer?" I asked, putting my book aside.
    Rolling his eyes, he started playfully squirting my junk with the bottle.
    "It's not really fair when I don't have one," I said calmly. I'd had a long day and was not in the mood for...
    My underwear tore off as my penis inflated to the size of a pool tube and my balls turned into large beach balls. I looked at Abe and he smiled at me, grinning his pearly white teeth.
    "Oh, THAT stuff," I said.
    Abe worked at Balloon Animals, a place where people would go and get sprayed down with some weird liquid and turn into human balloons. Abe had told me about all types. A group of friends would come in and draw straws to see who'd be the ball in the game they'd play, like volleyball or basketball, or even soccer in the gym. There was also a pool where people would go and peacefully float on the water, or get played with by their friends.
    And finally, there were the closed rooms where people lived out their sexual fantasies. Abe was always curious about these, but could never convince me to go with him. I had a busy life and just didn't want to do this. So, seemingly, he'd sneaked a bottle of the stuff home. And now, here I was, with massive genitals beween my legs.
    "Isn't this only supposed to be used in controlled spaces by licensed individuals?" I asked.
    "Yes," grinned Abe. "I'm a licensed individual, and this is pretty controlled."
    "Ah," I acknowledged. I looked down at myself and whistled. "So, what was the point of blowing up my junk?"
    "I just wanted to try it with you," Abe replied, reaching down and stroking my massive cock. "A lot of guys have asked me to inflate them and fuck 'em hard, but one, I'm at work, and two, it's not you. I want you, not some random guy who just happens to appreciate a Latin hottie like me."
    "Well, nothing for it now," I replied. "Do what you want, I guess."
    Abe slipped in between my legs and buried his face in my testicles. He then began to shake his head back and forth, exhaling sharply, literally "motorboating" on my huge balls. The sensation was incredible and if my dick hadn't been inflated with air, I would have totally had an erection.
    After doing this for awhile, he put himself over my torso and backed his ass up against my cock. He attempted to move his butt up and down, but now my cock was about half the size of his nicely curved buttocks. Reaching for the spray, he sprayed his butt, and in seconds, it had grown about a foot in diameter, his boxers tearing away in the back.
    "We are gonna have to buy new underwear," I commented, but he was successfully grinding his butt against my penis now and began kissing me passionately. It was amazing how my senses flared at all this. I didn't want to speak anymore.
    "Do whatever you want," I moaned.
    Smiling mischievously at me—the look that I fell in love with—Abe sprayed my pecs and they rose up into two small, perky balloons. He began kissing and licking these and my nipples, and I moaned with ecstascy. Moving off of my body, he began licking my uninflated chest, licking deep into my nipple.
    After a few minutes of playing with me, he turned me over and tore off the remnants of his boxers. He began massaging my butt, and I knew what was coming. Within a couple minutes, his big Latin cock was penetrating my ass. He held one arm under my chest, holding me tight, while with his right arm, he began to liberally spray my buttocks then quickly put the bottle down and put his other arm under my chest.
    My butt grew about five feet around, enveloping most of Abe. Only his head, arms and feet were sticking out.
    "I've put a whole new meaning to being inside you," quipped Abe, and we chuckled as he began thrusting gently. He didn't need to speed up to reach a climax. It would take a few hours for the inflation to wear off, and he was stuck inside me now.
    How did it feel? It was the best fucking I've ever had! It wasn't rough or too gently, but very intimate and warm. It was so soothing that after an hour, I dozed off.
    I woke the next morning next to Abe, who was giving me that mischievous smile again. He kissed me.
    "Thanks," he said.
    I smiled.
    "Hey," I said after a few minutes, "do you have any of that spray left?"
    "Yeah," he replied. "I was gonna sneak it on the wash and refill line tomorrow."
    "Well, we'd better make the most of it," I said. "Because next time, I want to be deep inside that luscious Latino ass!"