Guz/Grunt

*Tap tap tap. *

There it was. They had promised fast delivery of the ultimate discretion, but he hadn't quite expected for it to come at midnight. Guzma pulled open a heavy windowpane to relieve the Noctowl outside of its package. It gave him a long, knowing stare before he told it to fuck off, and slammed the window shut. The box was a pretty nondescript cardboard, pitted with soggy wet patches from the ever present rain. He flipped open a pocketknife and split the seams.

Finally. He'd sprung for one of the less realistic models, choosing a purple one with ridges that decorated the shaft right up until the head. He pulled it from the wrapping and then paused. This fucker was *big*. It hadn't seemed this big on the website, but man...

Guzma did the only thing any reasonable guy would have done and pulled his pants down for a comparison. He was already half hard at the thought of what he'd be spending his night doing, but a couple careful strokes of his hand brought him to full mast. He pressed his cock against the purple toy, and shivered, half with excitement, half with something else he didn't quite know. It was roughly the same size as him but thinner, and exactly how much he was about to stuff into himself hit him at that moment. “Damn...”

He swore softly, and then looked up at the door. Theoretically there was always at least grunt guarding the door, but at this hour they tended to either fall asleep on the job, or wander downstairs for a rowdy game of poker. He couldn't be sure though. If he was to make any noise, it would have to remain normal sounding enough not to arouse any suspicion.

Guzma snorted. Arouse. The only thing getting aroused tonight was him, and he was gonna have to get going fast before the urge to jack off overtook him. It kinda turned him on to think about getting caught, he wasn't gonna lie. There were some pretty hot grunts, and he wouldn't mind one of the bustier ones choking one his cock right about now. Although to be fair with the way this was going, there would be probably be less judgement involved if it was a guy.

Time to get down to business. The fantasizing could happen later, while he was one step away from blowing his loud with this new toy. He pulled a bottle of lube out from the box and slathered it over the tip. How considerate. And here he thought he was gonna have to suck on the thing like it was a dick. But after that, he realized he didn't exactly know what to do.

Guzma thought for a moment, and then pulled his pants off. Fuck it, right? He pulled himself onto his knees and then placed it behind him. It took a bit more effort than he thought to get it lined up, but then he slowly tried to slide down it. From the second he tried to push it inside of himself he knew that it was going to be different from his fingers. Very different. It felt almost like a real dick.

He stopped for a moment to push that thought from his mind. The guy who leads Team Skull does not know what a real dick feels like, nor does he want to. This is just a little harmless experimentation. Guzma would have continued on like this if not for him own cock desperately leaking a drop of precum down his shaft. He gritted his teeth and let the weight of his body carry him down onto the slick head. It pushed against him hard, and then it was inside of him. The head stretched him to the point where he didn't know if he was going to cry or cum right there.

It stopped when the head was fully inside of him, but he knew that the ridges were waiting, and he didn't want to stop now. With a grunt Guzma let himself slide further down on the slippery length. It was divine. There wasn't really any other way to describe. It didn't hurt anymore, just barely, but he almost liked it. It was the sensation of being filled that drove him crazy.