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The wind howls around the windows of Mark’s cabin. All he can see outside of them is gray snow flying by, as he drinks a hot cup of cocoa. In the background, he can hear the news on the TV he left on.
“Yes, John tonight here at Anchorage we expect 40, maybe 50 mile an hour winds, and maybe even a few feet of snow. Maybe even more if you head up north. We advi-”
Just then, the signal goes out.
“Shoot!” Mark yells, the wind probably knocked out his antenna. He’ll have to fix that later. He shuts off the TV and sits in front of his fireplace, unsure as to what he’s going to do to pass time before heading to bed.
He looks down at his crotch, his dick currently dormant. It’s woken up gently by the brush of a hand. Eh, Why not? Mark thinks to himself. Slowly he starts to caress himself, brushing and then grabbing at his now lengthening, but still concealed cock.
He’s snapped back to reality when he hears a knock on his door.
Well, less of a knock, more like a bang. Followed by a loud, deep. “Help!”
Mark jumps, thinking a poor soul was caught outside in the snow. Quickly he covers himself up with a blanket as extra protection from the elements, and he opens the door. A large, gray looking man is on his doorstep, covered in a thick coat. Even then, it doesn’t seem to be doing much. He’s covered in snow, and may even be frozen in some places.
“Please, I need warmth. I’m going to freeze out here.” He says while quickly panting.
Mark is speechless and just makes way for the man to come in. He’s too concerned to ask any questions yet. The door closes with a loud thud, as the cold brought in gradually dissipates. The man crouches, as he tries to catch his breath. He manages to say “Thank you. Thank you so much.” between rapid breaths.
“Of course, do you want to sit?”
“Please.”
The two of them walk over to the living room. Mark sits the man down on his sofa in front of the still crackling fireplace.
Pumped full of adrenaline, Mark asks quickly “Can I get you anything to help you warm up? Some… Some Coffee?” he struggles as his mind is rushing, still not quite having processed the situation.
“No no, Please. I don’t need to dilute myself any more than I already am thanks to all that snow. I think I’ll be ok.”
The cogs inside Mark’s brain slowly start turning. He freezes for a moment, finally slowing down enough to analyze everything. The man in front of him is still gray. Well, maybe a with a hint of red. Is that the fireplace? What does he mean by diluting?
“Wait” Mark says. The man in front of him perks up. “You’re a slime?”
“Yeah. Thought you noticed.” He says.
Mark is still a bit confused, but his mind is finally catching up.
“OK uh…”
“Actually, is it a bit hot in here, or is it just me?”
“What were you doing out there?”
“Making my way home. I must’ve gotten lost in the snow. I don’t think I live too much farther from here. I was buying a few last-minute things, but…” He pats himself, the realization hitting him.
“Shoot! I must’ve dropped them.”
“Don’t you have a car?”
“We can’t drive, silly. Not yet at least. Thought I could make it home if I just took some deicer to keep myself warm, but it really isn’t enough when the wind is as cold as it is. Speaking of which…” The slime starts taking his coat off before continuing “I think it’s finally kicking in. Can you help me get this coat off? I think I might melt.”
Mark moves over to grab the thick coat the slime was wearing. As he does so, the slime introduces himself “I’m Frank, you?”
“I’m Mark. Here let me get that for you.” As he grabs the coat, Mark notices it’s already dotted with little bits of his slime. He lays it on another nearby chair.
Mark calms down and sits next to Frank. An idea is starting to formulate in his head, even if he doesn’t quite know it. Frank’s arms start to drip onto the couch as he continues to melt.
“Fuck, now’s when this shit decides to work. I’m so sorry Mark. I hope I’m not a bother. I’ll clean up as soon as this is over.”
“It’s ok. I’m just glad you didn’t freeze up out there. Can I do anything else to help?”
“Not really. Just be careful, I’m probably going to melt more than just this.”
“Can you stop it?”
“I’ve already taken the deicer.”
Frank’s fluid was starting to flow through his shirt.
“Should I move somewhere else? This might get messy.” Frank asks nervously.
“Just stay comfortable… I’m ok with it.” Mark says a bit nervously, unsure if the idea taking hold is really what he wants to do.
“You sure? I’m probably going to seep through these clothes at this rate.”
“I’m comfortable with it if you are.”
Frank freezes up for a moment, “Oh?”
“I mean, only if you’re ok with it. If you want to move, then by all means but…” Mark stammers a bit, confused as to what came over him, but Frank interrupts.
“I wasn’t really expecting to find someone like you in this house, but while I’m here melting…” Mark takes off his shirt, “Maybe we can do something to warm up?”
Mark slowly leans over, and places his hand on Frank’s dripping gut. He practically doesn’t have a membrane, and his hand drips straight in to the hot, thick, grainy mass.
“Oh, sorry.” Mark retracts his hand quickly, causing bits of Frank’s slime to be flung about.
Frank laughs, and says “Why don’t you get yourself comfortable.”
Mark slips off his shirt, and drops his pants. His cock is already semi hard. Meanwhile, Frank moans as his clothes ripple away from his slime, piling up on the ground. Mark grabs them and piles them on top of the coat, before sitting down. Frank’s slime is pretty hot, not just in the figurative sense. He can see some small amount of bubbling in his chest.
“How much deicing did you take?” Mark asks
“More than you’d imagine.”
Mark starts caressing Frank’s gut as he sees his cock begin to rise. Its dripping as it does so, parts of it collapsing back into his now growing balls, and onto the puddle he’s beginning to form at his feet.
Mark’s too distracted to notice Frank’s elongating tongue reaching for his chin. Its sticky, drippy texture guides Mark’s mouth to his. Mark and Frank moan as their cocks continue to throb. It isn’t long before they’re tended to. Mark’s hand grabs at Frank’s pole, instantly giving him a rush of pleasure. It’s not very solid, but Mark manages to get enough of a handle to stroke it. It takes a little while longer for Frank’s hand to reach around and stretch, grabbing a hold of Mark’s cock. It melts around it, covering it in his slime.
Frank’s tongue dances inside of Mark’s mouth, sloshing about as it does so. The two moaned incessantly their cocks surrounded in warm, mellow pleasure.
All the while, Frank continues to melt and flow downwards. The two break their kiss momentarily, Mark looking down at Frank’s cock, and slowly moves his hand up, dipping it into Frank’s mass.
Frank coos, as he feels Mark’s hand climb, and lets out a roar of pleasure when it hits his core.
“AAAH FUCK!” He yells, instantly blasting a spurt of pre onto the coffee table in front. He uses his other hand to continue stroking himself. He’s starting to melt over Mark, flowing over him and coating him in his slime.
Mark is astonished by the size of Frank’s core. It’s easily the size of a basketball, maybe even a little larger. It’s also pretty hot. So hot he can’t keep grabbing at it for too long.
Frank pants as Mark’s hand stops touching his core.
“I’m impressed, that’s a pretty big one!”
“Pretty sensitive too.” He says, moaning, “Don’t leave me hanging, will you?” His melting hand showcases his throbbing cock as he stops stroking.
“I’ll do you one better.” Mark says, making his way down.
Frank spreads his legs in anticipation. Mark kneels in front of Frank’s dripping dick, before shoving it into his mouth.
“FUCK!” Frank grunts as Mark gets to work, not just sucking his warm cock and enjoying his hot pre, but also fondling his balls. They’re slowly dropping lower and lower, stretching the mass that holds them up.
Frank lays back, spreading his legs further. By this point, they’re just pillars of go, almost like slow-moving waterfalls of mass. His face is one of pure pleasure as one of his hands reaches back, and another moves to the back of Mark’s head, pushing him inward.
Mark moans, moving faster. The wet squelch of his face hitting Frank’s crotch fills the air around him, as the hand on his head slowly starts melting down his back. Frank’s balls, like most of his body, are starting to deform as they melt even further down to the floor. His puddle is starting to envelop the area around Mark. Still though, he carries on, even if the cock in his mouth begins to lose its shape.
“Ah! AH! AH FUCK!” Frank moans ever higher, little strings vibrating in his melted, agape mouth. He starts humping, deepthroating Mark. With a big heavy push inward, He yells a loud “FFFFFFFFFUuuuuuuuuuuu-“, transitioning to gurgling noises as he melts down fully, slipping off the couch. Mark is confused, he didn’t feel Frank cum.
Slowly, Mark reforms on the floor behind him, tapping Frank on the shoulder. Mark looks back.
“Ready for the next part?” Frank asks.
“Absolutely.” Mark says, spreading his legs as he kisses Frank again. Frank’s cock reforms between it, and Mark grabs it, rubbing it up against his own cock.
He breaks the kiss to moan as he turns forward. Stroking the two cocks more intensely, before leaning back, and lining it up with his ass.
“Do your worst!” Mark yells
Frank shoves his cock deep into Mark’s ass. Even if he can feel Mark starting to sink into him, Frank keeps humping, lifting him slightly. Mark moans sharply, feeling the intense pleasure. Frank continues to melt into his puddle, having to hold himself up with his hand on the nearby coffee table.
“I’m not done with you yet” Frank yells, before stretching his tongue down, slithering down Marks chest, and wrapping itself around his loosely bobbing cock.
“Shit! FUCK!” Mark yells, as Frank’s tongue envelops his cock just as his hand did. It starts stroking in unison with the humps.
Frank continues his assault. Mark feels himself starting to be enveloped by Frank’s ever meltier mass.
Abruptly, the chorus of moans turns into another scream of pleasure from Frank, as Mark sinks far enough to bump into his core. His hand slips as he melts down again, splashing over the floor, and reforming again between Mark’s legs. Mark struggles to lift himself back up.
“Come on! Let’s finish this!” Frank says, before he starts sucking hard on Mark’s cock, all while fingering his ass. It’s enough to make Mark tremble from the rush, as he lets out another “OH FUCK! FUCK!”.
Slowly the rest of Frank begins to reform, still dripping heavily. He’s laying down sideways om his puddle, stroking himself off with a melting hand. Mark’s not letting him with finishing it like this. He slides his way down, knocking Frank’s hand out of the way, before he starts sucking his pole.
A cacophony of moans and squelches emanate from the living room as they near their orgasms. Frank eventually turns to lay down on his back, as Mark starts humping, his cock filling Frank’s mouth. All the while, he’s shoving as much of Frank’s cock into his mouth as he can.
Frank’s melting severely now, only able to form the top half of his body. Still though, He’s enjoying every moment, and can’t wait for the sweet taste of Mark’s cum.
Gradually their moans start climbing as they get ever so closer to their release. It’s only a matter of time before one of them blows.
However, Mark’s definitely pitch faster, as he speeds up his humping, slamming Frank’s face, practically hitting the floorboards beneath him with his cock.
His mouth pops off of Frank’s cock, as he lets out his final cry. “Oh Fuck! Oh FUCK! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna…!” he moans, before he grunts as the first shot of his seed is pumped straight into Frank’s mouth.
The taste of Mark’s cum is better than anything Frank could’ve imagined, as he’s practically shot to an instant high, his core astonished by its sweet taste. He cums instantly, spraying Frank’s face with his jizz. His cross-eyed face can barely begin to describe the pleasure his feeling.
And it’s about to be even better.
Frank slips under the commotion, bumping into Frank’s core one more time.
“AAAAAAAH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! FUUUUuuuUUUuuUCK!” Frank yells, as it slips out, and Mark falls on his back next to his massive puddle. Mark’s out cold from the exhaustion, while Frank continues to shoot shot after shot of cum into the air, splashing the living room.
“FUCK! Fuck! Fuuuck.” He slows down, succumbing to the afterglow, as his extremities lose shape. Slowly they flatten as he loses strength to keep them formed, as his moans slowly turn to gurgles, and he melts down fully. This time, he wouldn’t reform for at least sometime.