Big Boy

Ever since Andy was born he was big. Not only because of good genetics but his father who was a doctor had been giving him male enhancement pills to make him the ultimate man. His father’s excuse for giving him these pills was that they were calcium pills and it would help strengthen bones, teeth, etc. No one really questioned him since he was a doctor and life went on except for the little oddities that Andy had, bodily wise. For instance by the time he was one he had a 3.5 inch soft dick and was pretty tall for one. In between years 2-5 not much happened except for he was tall. Going into first grade he was already 5′ and had hazel brown hair with blue eyes and a large 7 inch soft dick. He was going to be a total stud when it was time to start dating.

In school he was a good student, did his homework, played ball with his friends, never really got into trouble and despite his size he was a good gentle kid. Like a friendly giant. Although he had this good reputation teachers and parents were amazed with his largeness they all gossiped about him, but they still treated him like everyone else.

Clothing for his massive crotch became a problem though. In the eleventh grade he had grown to an immense 6’3" and his cock was also a whopping 10 inches soft!

He towered over his class mates and was taller by 3" than the teacher. His mother also mistified of his rapid growth was oblivious to the "calcium Medicine" Andy’s mom just kept on buying him large clothes and talored them to fit his skinny body.

Andy however thought nothing of his size really and as he was oblivious to sex and dicks except they were used for peeing he thought he was normal. This however all changed when family life came in the twelfth grade. He was massive when he got there too, he was 6’5" taller than most in the school and everyone was intimidating by him, even though he was still that friendly giant they grew up with.

He had a 12" soft dick that ran down his thigh and flopped back and forth when he walked. The medicine had really helped him develop over the years and now he was just starting to get some pubic hairs too. Anyways during family life they learned about sex and dicks and boobs and all that fun stuff, but to Andy suddenly a new world had been opened. You see on the bus his friends and him had been teasing each other about their dicks and finally dared each other to whip out their dicks and measure them (the locker rooms weren’t ever really used as the kids weren’t allowed to shower and there was none and they didn’t have uniforms to change into for P.E.).

Andy said that that he’d meet them after school in the lockers and then they’d see each other but naked. After a long day at school the boys all rushed there and dared each other to go first. Finally after much debate one of the boys—Chris—daringly said that they’d play roshambo and whoever was the loser would go first. A sturdy built boy named Joe lost so he went first and he pulled out nothing much but a 5.5" boner which got a big laugh from everyone.

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PIZZA BOY DELIVERS

This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

PIZZA BOY DELIVERS

By anonymous.a

Friday is my Hell Day. I do three days’ worth of work on Friday so I can enjoy my weekend unhindered by office obligations. That might seem counterintuitive to the modern work ethic, but screw it. As Jack Torrance in “The Shining” typed over and over, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

And I am not a dull boy.

The Friday marathon usually keeps me at the office into the evening, sometimes as late as 8 o’clock. By that time I’m ready to go home, crash on the couch, call up Netflix and stuff my face with empty carbs. Sleep soon follows. Oh, for the days when Friday nights meant hanging out in clubs with friends and partying until the wee hours. Now that I’m 39 that mattress starts looking better and better around 10 o’clock.

I’m a passable cook but after a 12-hour workday I don’t want to spend another hour in the kitchen. Sometimes I’ve got something in the freezer that looks good, but often I’ll treat myself by picking up on the way home. I try not to do that too often. At my age the weight piles on faster than it goes away, and restaurant food tends to be full of salt and fattening.

But this Friday night I was too tired to do even that. Work had been a bitch – malfunctioning computer systems, people not doing what they were hired to do, that sort of thing – and my brain had turned into a block of ice. All I wanted was to eat and fall asleep. Tomorrow I’d be off. I had all day to let my brain thaw.

So when I walked through my front door I tossed my keys and wallet onto the cabinet, took out my phone and called the number of the pizza place that was on a business card-sized magnetized sticker attached to the front of the refrigerator. I ended up ordering a large with jalapenos and black olives – I know, weird. Most people want pepperoni or sausage on their pizzas, or some kind of “protein” as they say on The Food Network. I’m by no means a vegan but at least I can pretend that my pizzas aren’t as lethal in terms of cholesterol.

I got out of my work clothes and was putting on a pair of cargos when the doorbell rang. “Shit,” I muttered. “Who the hell is delivering my pizza? The Flash?” I hadn’t even gotten my shirt or track shoes on. But an anticipatory stomach growl sent me toward the front door, wallet in hand.

I opened it to find a young guy standing there holding a thermal bag. He didn’t look a day over 16 and I was surprised a pizza place would employ a driver so young, or that a kid that age would take on a pizza-delivering job. He was about 5-foot 9, maybe 135 pounds, with coarse blond hair that hung toward his eyebrows and covered the tops of his ears. He wasn’t skinny but lean, his torso narrowing at the waist and widening to accompany his hips. I checked out his basket and saw a hint of something there – nothing huge or outlandish, but definitely something I wouldn’t mind seeing in the flesh. He was wearing a company polo, tan cargos and tennis shoes. I noticed his legs were hairy – I like that in a guy. Fuck all those pussies who shave their crotches and legs. I want some hair where there’s supposed to be goddamned hair. I don’t want to feel like I’m fucking a 12-year-old.

“Sir?” I heard, and realized I’d been staring, and he’d been speaking, and I hadn’t noticed it at all. “You ordered a large with black olives and jalapenos?”

His voice had that just-broken rasp to it. The kid was definitely no older than 16.

“No,” I joked. “I ordered jalapenos and black olives.”

He frowned and looked at the receipt taped to the box. Then, his face lit up as he finally realized I was pulling his leg. “Oh, gotcha. I’m kinda slow at the end of my shift.”

“You’re preaching to the choir,” I said. “Come on in while I get you some money.”

He stepped inside the door and followed me to the kitchen. I started looking for my wallet and couldn’t find it, until I realized I was holding it in my damn hand. “Talk about slow,” I laughed.

But it wasn’t “slow” that had caused me to forget, but “hard,” as in the cock now lengthening and stiffening in my shorts. Because sometime over the past 30 seconds I had decided this kid was eminently fuckable and that if I failed to get into his pants my life would be sadly diminished.

Jesus, what was I thinking? I could never do that to a 16-year-old. I shook my head, disappointed in myself and at the same time disgusted with my sense of propriety. Sometimes I could be my own worst enemy.

He smiled and put the bag down on the cabinet, unzipping it and removing the cardboard box containing my pizza. “I do that sometimes with my sunglasses,” he said. “I’ll be looking all over the place for them and they’re on my head.”

I bet he looked incredibly sexy, sunglasses sitting atop that blond mop, the arms tucked behind his ears. A part of my brain devoted itself to composing a mental image of him behind the wheel of a convertible, sunglasses sparkling in the light, hair flying, shirtless, driving down a beach road, passersby staring in envy at a gorgeous young man who held the world in the palm of his hand with his good looks.

My loins quietly ached.

I grabbed a 20 from my wallet. The pizza cost $12.95. I told him to keep the change – he was that beautiful. It was going to be hard, eating a pizza when what I really wanted to eat was walking out the door.

He thanked me and turned to leave. Almost in a panic I spoke up, “Before you go, can I ask you a question?”

He turned and said, “Sure. What?”

“How old are you?”

He smiled knowingly. “I get that a lot. I’m 18, but everybody thinks I’m 15. Apparently I have a baby face.”

My heart skipped a beat, in a good way. Eighteen years old. One major obstacle down. Only one more to go.

“Yeah, well, hang on to that because it will serve you well through life,” I said. “They shouldn’t, but people really do judge you by your looks. And you look terrific.” And as he stood there blushing, I decided to go for broke. “So terrific that I wouldn’t mind having a little sausage with my pizza – YOURS, for instance.”

You never know how a guy is going to react when you broach the subject of sex with him. Some are offended. Some even threaten to beat you up or call the cops. Others politely decline.

And then, thank God, there are a few who actually take you up on your offer.

I wasn’t sure which way pizza boy would go. The expression on his face seemed to dim, his smile gradually fading, his gaze falling away from me to land somewhere on the floor. But he wasn’t frowning. And his muscles weren’t tensing for a fight.

I started to say something, maybe offer him a graceful way out, when he said in a quiet and suddenly sly voice, “It’s the end of my shift so I guess it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t mind getting my dick sucked.”

Jackpot! Oh, thank you God. I had lucked out again.

I simply dropped to my knees, right there on the kitchen tile, and motioned for him to come over. He approached me and his fingers were pulling at the snap on his shorts, but I brushed them aside and got it undone myself. I pulled the zipper down and then grabbed his shorts at the hips and pulled them down. A wave of heat and teen musk rolled out as his underwear came into view – not boxers like a lot of guys wear today but boxer briefs, the front of which was bulging noticeably as pizza boy firmed up for some Friday night fellatio.

I pulled down the briefs and his odor saturated the air, giving it an almost palpable stink of musk and sex. I could feel the heat radiating from his crotch. As his dick sprang into view I was delighted to see it was perfect in almost every way – neither thick nor thin, a fine pink helmet capping off a shaft adorned with a tracery of blood vessels, and a hefty pair of balls that hung in a hairy scrotal sack. He had not shaved his crotch, thank God, and his thick mass of pubic hair was darker than that blonde mop atop his head.

I buried my face in his crotch, sucking in lungfulls of that superheated, musky aroma as I pressed my lips against his shaft. It continued to harden and now jutted across my cheek as I tasted his pubic hair. I took his cock in my hand and used it to rub against my forehead, my nose, down around my chin, my throat, and then back up to my nose, even poking the head against my nostrils. He had begun to leak prostate fluid and I dabbed my tongue at the piss hole, collecting a taste, as if I were butterfly sampling his nectar.

His hands found the back of my head as I descended on his cock.

I swallowed him all the way down, until I could feel his balls on my chin. I had sucked bigger cocks before – I guesstimate his was about 6 inches – but so much of what I get out of sucking a cock depends on who’s attached to it. This boy was smoking hot, almost pretty I would say, and the knowledge that it was my throat his pretty little cock was buried in gave this suck job so much more meaning.

My hands found his ass cheeks as he began fucking my face. Between the two of us – his hands wrapped around my head and my hands wrapped around his butt – we became a kind of single entity. He jammed his cock down my throat and I sucked for all I was worth, pausing to swallow spit and take a deep breath before plunging in again.

His fucking motion became more urgent. He opened his legs a little and simultaneously my finger began working its way into his ass crack. The flesh was sticky in there, and a thin layer of sweat had formed. I would love to have interrupted my sucking to spin him around and bury my face in his ass, but he was having none of that. He began pounding at me, thrusting not just his cock but his entire crotch into my face, grunting boyishly as he did so. I wet my finger with saliva and returned it to his pulsing pucker, sliding it in as his hole opened slightly.

That, as it turned out, was the magic button. I doubt he (or anyone) had ever played with his ass because the minute my finger went in he moaned loudly and thrust the hardest he had thrust, his balls drew up and a massive load of cum was injected directly into my throat as he cried out ecstatically. I could feel his cock pulsing as more sperm shot out, and I pulled back a little because I wanted some of it my mouth so I could taste it. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft as more spasms of spew coated my mouth with creamy white load.

He was panting and making little puppy dog yips as I slowly eased my finger from his hole, then rubbed the exterior of his rosebud, all the while licking and sucking and tasting every little bit of spooge that twitched from his cockhead. His cum was neither sweet nor bitter – it tasted almost like almonds.

It was over before it started. I’ll bet he didn’t last 5 minutes.

He sighed contentedly and stepped away, his cock falling out of my mouth as it began to soften and return to its normal color. He pulled up his boxer briefs and shorts. That’s the saddest sound in the world – the sound of a zipper being zipped after a hot session of sucking.

“That was awesome,” he said, shaking his head, as if he’d just completed some death-defying act.

“There’s more where that came from,” I told him, getting up off the floor. “You know where I live. You know my phone number. Don’t be a stranger. I’ve got a million ways I can make you feel good. That was just one of them.”

He nodded and said, “I will do that.” Together, we walked to the front door, where he embarrassedly thanked me and scooted out the door, as if he were afraid I would give him a goodnight kiss.

He wasn’t driving a convertible. It was a Prius. Maybe Mom and Dad’s car?

No matter. I went back inside. I stood in front of the kitchen sink and jerked my cock until I spewed a load all over the stainless steel of the sink tub. I could still taste him in my mouth.

I had a feeling I’d be eating a lot more pizza.

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Little Brother No More

I knocked, the door opened and Dave stood there, grinning at me.

“Hey buddy… holy shit, you’re almost as tall as me now!”

I stepped up off the front step and into the hallway and shook his hand.

“Jeeze, you are taller than me.”

My brother Dave was smiling, and so was I because my height was only my first of three surprises I had in store for him.

*****

Dave and I have never really bonded as brothers. Our six-year age gap had been too large an obstacle and, truth be told, he had pretty much been an ass to me during my entire childhood. With him living out of town while he was away at University, I had hardly seen him at all the past two and a half years, and with our parents visiting family in Italy for the holidays, I had jumped at his party invitation. I know that he had invited me at my parents’ request but there was no doubt in my mind that part of him was looking forward to having his twerpy 18 year old brother to kick around for a few days in front of his University friends.

Little did he realize that I was no longer the little kid he had left when he had started school.

I walked into his living room and there were already a few people there, hanging out and pre-drinking before the party. My eyes immediately landed on Jennifer, and for good reason. Or should I say, reasons. She was perfect: five foot six, fit, tanned, arms lean and muscular, thick hair tied back in a ponytail, the brightest smile and the most perfect tits I have ever seen. Way more than a handful, and I have big hands. There was a stirring in my boxers as I made my dick flop into a more comfortable position and I waved to the general crowd as Dave introduced me.

Jennifer smiled at me when Dave got around to introducing her.

“I thought you said your little brother was coming to the party?” she said. “He’s taller than you.”

Dave smiled and said nothing.

“Yeah, I’ve hit a bit of a growth spurt lately. It was only a matter of time before I caught up to him.”

Confidence. It was something Dave hadn’t seen in me before, hadn’t been expecting. He walked past me and told me to follow him down the hall to the room I’d be staying in. Jennifer’s eyes lingered as I walked past.

“See you in a bit,” she said.

“You bet.”

After we entered the bedroom Dave closed the door behind me.

“Just so you know, not that I need to tell you this, but I’ll be making my move with Jennifer tonight, so anything you can do to stay out of the way of that, do it? You understand?”

I nodded and, I have to say it, it was at that moment that I knew this was going to be the best party I had ever been to.

*****

After I had changed and gotten myself a drink from the kitchen, I came back out to the living room. A few more people had arrived, there were maybe a dozen of us there at that point, and Jennifer was on the couch next to Dave, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“It looks like you’ve got some more catching up to do,” she said to me, indicating my drink with her eyes.

All I knew at that moment was that I wanted her, and not only that, I wanted to take her away from Dave, but I had to be patient. I had come here to do a few things, and I’d have to work the conversations and situations perfectly in order to get them done.

I sat next to her on the couch, with Dave on the other side of her, and everyone made small talk for a bit. As the conversation flowed around the room and people split off into their own topics, Dave got up to get us more drinks and I turned to Jenn and commented on how fit she looked and asked her if she worked out.

“I do. I bike, run… a little weight training.”

I touched her arm. Bare, tight, strong.

“I can tell,“ I said. “You look pretty tough.”

“Check it out,” she said, and leaned forward on the couch and flexed her bicep in front of me, her perfect breasts sticking out firmly. She smelled fantastic.

I felt the hard little egg that was her muscle and, while doing so, used my elbow to usher the growing bulge in my jeans into a less obvious position. Sensing my opportunity, I played it up just as Dave came back into the room.

“Dave, your friend Jenn here is pretty tough. I think she could kick my ass.”

He smiled.

“Yup, probably.”

He handed Jenn her drink, looked at me and said, “Yours is in the kitchen.”

“Okay, I can take a hint,” I said, laughing. I got up off the couch and, just before leaving the room I said, “She could probably kick your ass too, at least she probably could in an arm wrestle.”

I left the room but my words had their desired effect as everyone else suddenly got into the idea and by the time I had come back from the kitchen Dave and Jenn were facing each other at the coffee table, ready to square off.

My brother is a big guy, but he is more fat than muscle. And, despite her sexy-as-hell arms and the distraction of that fantastic cleavage, he finished her off quickly, much to the dismay of everyone in the room. He didn’t even flirt and play around with her, just went in for the kill and proved himself the man. Why did I, the younger brother, feel like I needed to show him so much about women?

Jenn looked at me and seemed to read my mind.

“You should pick on someone your own size,” she said, mocking hurt. “Let’s see how you do against your little brother.”

Dave looked at me and laughed.

“You want a piece?”

After all of the headlocks, all of the dropkicks, the shoving, the punches, the rugburns of my youth… and after working out steadily since starting high school… hell yes I wanted a piece and the timing was ripe for my second surprise. Everything was working out perfectly and my poor, predictable brother was getting in deeper every step of the way.

“Ha… are you kidding me, you’d kill me. I could give it a shot, but you’ve got six years on me.”

I was reminding him and I was reminding everyone.

“You still got the guns?” I asked.

“You want to see them?”

God he wanted Jenn so bad he thought beating me at an arm wrestle would impress her, and I was happy to see he hadn’t changed much since leaving home and looked for any opportunity to show off his muscles. Some of his friends whispered behind his back but he didn’t hear them.

“Sure Dave, let’s see them…”

He was already taking off his sweater and when he was down to his T-shirt he flexed and… well, his guns were more thick, strong bits of fat rather than anything toned, but he flexed them for everyone anyway. I had him right where I wanted him.

“You know,” I said, “I’ve been working out too.”

I took off my sweater and stood there in my tight white T-shirt I had worn especially for this occasion, the same brand of shirt a senior at school, Jason, wore in the weight room; it was Jason who had shown me that if you wear the shirt a size too small, and snipped the elastic and a bit of fabric under the arm just right with a pair of scissors…

“I’ve actually gotten some guns of my own…”

His eyes were already wide at my size, which until now had been hidden under my sweater, and they grew wider as I flexed my left bicep as hard as I could and, just as Jason had shown me, the shirt sleeve tore as my bicep bulged through.

His friends all started talking at once… “Holy Shit” “The kid came to play” “Five bucks on the kid”… I just looked at my shirt sleeve and pretended to be sad that it had torn.

“Shit,” I said. “This fucking happens all the time.”

I looked over at Jenn and she couldn’t take her eyes off me. Surprise number two was going very well so far.

Now, I have to say, I am not grossly huge or anything. I actually thought I probably had the same size arms as my brother, but I’m definitely more toned and because I’m slimmer I look more muscular. Plus, that shirt sleeve trick is pretty fucking convincing. Still, none of this was any guarantee I could take him in an arm wrestle. I honestly didn’t know how that part would play out.

As it turns out I had little to worry about.

Dave was silent as we locked arms at the coffee table. His right arm stiffened and my right bicep bulged and it was clear to everyone there that I actually was a little bigger than him.

A voice from behind him said, “Little brother my ass…”

A friend of his was our ref and as soon as he let go of our hands my brother gave me all he had and, to my surprise as much as everyone else’s, I didn’t budge an inch. I was actually not even struggling; I just held him there. Dave was trying to smile his way through it but his teeth were clenching and I could tell he was giving his all and I was calmly, easily, completely kicking his ass.

My moment had arrived and I wanted to milk it for all it was worth. As he struggled with all his might I turned to Jenn.

“Tell me when,” I said to her.

“When what?”

“I can finish this at any time, you just give me the word.”

She looked at Dave, who was turning bright red, then at me. I hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“He’s turning pretty red, maybe you should show him some mercy…”

And BOOM, before the words were even out of her mouth I slammed Dave’s hand down on the coffee table with ease. The living room erupted and I flexed my right arm in victory, tearing that sleeve as well.

I downed my drink, said I needed another one, and got up and went to the kitchen, leaving Dave to defend himself to his friends.

*****

“Your shirt tearing was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jenn said as she came up behind me as I poured my drink. We were alone in the kitchen.

“Can I feel your muscles?”

Time to turn on the nice guy bit.

“My brother really digs you, you know?” I said.

“I know.”

“I had to show him up like that, he put me through hell when I was a kid; it’s just nice to be on the other side of things for once.”

She reached her hand up to my arm as I finished pouring my drink.

“Just flex one last time then, I just have to feel it…”

I obliged and she caught her breath as my bicep pushed it’s way out of her grip; she stretched her thumb and fingers as far as she could but could not reach around the top of the muscle.

“How old are you again?”

“18 and a half.”

“Jesus. You’re bigger than a lot of the guys at my gym.”

“I’m bigger than a lot of the guys at my gym too.”

We stood there and looked at each other for a good few seconds before she seemed to catch herself and where she was. Voices were coming down the hallway.

“I’ve got my eye on you, “ she said, and headed back towards the living room, passing Dave as he came towards me.

“What the hell was that?” he whispered hoarsely to me.

“Dave, I’m sorry, I really am…”

“You fucking humiliated me…”

“Dave, I didn’t mean to… well, I kind of did, but not in any hugely bad way… just wanted to show you that your kid brother has grown up a bit, that he’s a bit tougher now. It’s a big thing for me to beat you at an arm wrestle. You know I’ve always looked up to the guns.”

My brother, I should point out at this juncture, in case it hasn’t been made screamingly apparent, is not the brightest guy in the world, and playing to his ego can smooth just about anything over.

“What? Really?”

No Dave, but for the purposes of tonight…

“Yeah… I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of Jenn, and in fact, she was just in here talking about you.”

“About me? I thought maybe you were…”

“Me? Are you kidding? I’m 18 and she’s a fucking goddess… so what if I win a stupid arm wrestle against my big brother, she’s not looking my way anytime soon… I actually think she might like you.”

Oh, I am so going to Hell.

Dave smiled to himself and I could see him forgiving me in his mind. He looked at me and gave me a light punch to my shoulder.

“You’re pretty strong kid, good on you for working out… I’ve slacked off since coming here… too much partying and beer…”

He said this while pouring himself another drink.

“I wish I still had the muscle tone you have.”

Dave, you have never had the muscle tone I have, but I’ll let it slide. I’ve still got one more fish to fry tonight.

*****

Ten p.m. Forty people were in the house by this time, all in various stages of drunk. I had been laying low for a few hours so as to give Dave some time to work his way back over to Jenn and to get over the arm wrestling. She tried to catch my eyes when Dave wasn’t looking, but I was coyly ignoring her. I had been chatting up a few of his other friends, got into a great conversation about online gaming with a few guys, but always kept Jenn in my radar and, when I knew she was looking, I’d scratch the back of my head and make sure to flex as hard as possible while doing so.

I am a fantastic flirt, if I do say so myself.

Finally, just after ten, I caught her eye and excused myself from my conversation and walked out into the backyard. It was chilly out but with so many people inside the house was getting warm and I actually welcomed the chill. Noises filtered through the hedges from the streets as partiers made the rounds in Dave’s neighbourhood.

It was no surprise to me when Jenn came out a few minutes later.

“Hey,” she said.

I turned around to talk to her and saw that she was not wearing any sweater, she still just had on the same white blouse she had been wearing inside and the cold was making her nipples obvious through the material. She shivered and crossed her arms, those gorgeous arms, as she walked towards me.

“Cold out here, eh little brother?”

“Please don’t call me that. It’s… weird…”

“Sorry, I just think it’s funny… you know, Dave being Dave he’s still calling you that in there, and emphasizing the word “little” despite, well, you know, you being the bigger guy…”

And there it was, the opening I had been waiting for.

“Yeah, well I might have beaten him in an arm wrestle but he’s probably still the bigger brother in other ways, you know…”

Her eyes were playful and they darted down to my crotch as I purposely rested my thumbs in my belt loops.

“No, I don’t know, what do you mean?”

That was it, I had done my job… I had planted the seed, she would have to take this the rest of the way herself if it was going to work at all.

“No, just, you know… older and stuff… hey, we better get inside, it’s starting to get really cold out and you’ll freeze.”

“You want to keep me warm?”

“Nah… I don’t want to get in the way of my big brother.”

I smiled and went past her and inside.

I went looking for Dave, knowing Jenn would be following me, and found him in the basement with a few of his friends sitting around an old record player. Hendrix played weakly out of some old speakers, almost drowned out by the party noise above. I grabbed a beer out of somebody’s cooler and sat down, Jenn came in a few minutes later.

“Dave, there you are… how’s it going?” She went and sat down on the floor in front of his chair and leaned her arm up on his leg. He looked at me and flashed me a smile, not realizing she was doing the same.

“I’m good… we’re just listening to some old records Jamie brought over.”

Jamie waved a stoned hand at her. She smiled at him faintly.

“Dave, I’m bored, we need to kick this up a notch.” Her fingers tickled the inside of his thigh and he moved in his chair a bit. “We should get some people together down here and play truth or dare,” she said, flashing me another smile.

Really, Jenn? Truth or dare? All of my planning and careful work and it was going to come down to something as cliché as truth or dare? No, I wasn’t going to let that happen.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to do anything to stop it.

“What’s wrong?” she asked Dave, as he squirmed in his chair.

“Nothing,” he said, “Can you just move your arm for a minute?”

Suddenly Jamie howled, “Dave’s got a boner, that’s what’s wrong!”

Dave laughed as all eyes went to his crotch and the slight bulge that was forming. To his credit, he played it cooler than I would have thought him capable of.

“Ha… nice try Jamie, but believe me, when I get a boner, it’s a heck of a lot more noticeable than this.”

All eyes were on Dave and no-one noticed me adjust myself and move my dick straight up in my jeans, pointing towards my belt, hiding my own growing member as best I could.

“Really, Dave?” Jenn was interested. “Your brother was actually just telling me about that.”

“He was?” Dave looked at me, perplexed.

This was just too perfect.

“Well, the issue of big brother/little brother came up and I was just saying that even though I’m… taller… now you were probably still the bigger brother in other ways. Jenn obviously mistook what I was saying.”

Jenn smiled a devlish smile.

“Oh, this is good,” she said and turned to Dave. “So, are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Are you the bigger brother?”

Dave looked at me and I nodded slightly, stopping just before Jenn looked at me. His muscles weren’t the only thing he used to show off when we were growing up and he knew I knew he had a decent sized dick. Once again, his ego took over.

“Yeah, the kid has done some growing up for sure but it’ll be a while before he catches me in that department.”

Jenn looked at Dave, then looked at me. The other guys were busy with their records and their bongs and she said it in words more perfect than I could have ever hoped.

“You want to make it interesting and find out?”

*****

Back up in the kitchen, outside the room I was staying in, Jenn laid out the terms.

“I’ll be the sole judge. You guys will come into the room one at a time and I will measure you both the same way so as to be fair. The bigger of the two of you gets to go on a date with me.”

“I don’t know about this,” I said. “He’s six years older than me.”

That shtick never gets old for me.

“Come on,” Dave said. “Let’s have a little fun — I’ll even go first.”

He grabbed Jenn’s hand and they went into the bedroom while I stayed out in the hall. One of Dave’s friends—the guy I had been talking video games with—walked by and asked what was up.

So I told him.

“No way!” he said, and I shushed him, telling him to keep it quiet. He was laughing.

“Dave is a glutton for punishment,” he whispered. “Tell me you got him beat.”

“Honestly,” I lied. “I don’t know.”

It was a few minutes before the door opened up and Dave left the room with a huge smile on his face. He was slightly surprised that there were now four or five people gathered at the end of the hall but that didn’t phase him. “Good luck,” he said, and clapped me on my back.

I entered the room.

All the lights were off except for the lamp on the nightstand, and Jenn was sitting on the bed.

“Come and stand in front of me,” she said.

“How’d he do?” I asked.

“We’re about to find out.”

She bit her lip.

“Okay, let’s see it.”

I had been thinking in the hallway about anything I could to get my mind off of what was about to happen. I didn’t want to be fully hard when I first dropped my pants — I wanted to see her face as she watched it grow hard, but I had to act fast as she looked so damn good in the dim light, the shadows playing tag across her breasts with every move she made. I could feel myself still soft in my boxers, but a decent sized soft, and knew it was now or never.

I took off my shirt and then undid my belt and let my pants and boxers fall to the floor and stood in front of her.

Her hands shot up and covered her dropped jaw and there was a moment of silence before she simply said:

“Oh my god, you win.”

I know it seems silly now, but I honestly didn’t understand her at first.

“What do you mean “I win’?”

“I mean, you win.”

“But I’m still soft.”

“Is it going to get any smaller if you get hard?”

I laughed.

“No, of course not…”

“Then you win.”

It was taking a moment for it to sink in and she could tell, so she spelled it out for me.

“I was in here with your brother for five minutes watching him get hard, and you are bigger, right now, flaccid, than he got hard, and, I have to say it, he got pretty hard.”

That did it. I finally clued in and I could feel the blood start to rush to my dick.

“Well, it still gets a lot bigger.”

“How could it get a lot bigger…I mean, come on, how big is it now?”

She grabbed her measuring tape and before I could get much harder she had it stretched out and measured me at just under seven inches.

“Your brother… just to let you know, peaked at just a little under six inches, which… hunh, until now… was the biggest I had ever seen, but, holy shit… his is nothing compared to yours… and you’re so thick…”

I was starting to rise up now, getting thicker and longer. I continued the conversation as I did so.

“Six inches eh? Hell, I was that big two years ago. Jeeze, to think, at 16, I was already bigger than my 19 year old brother and never even knew.”

“Jesus.” She couldn’t take her eyes off my dick as it continued to swell and point straight up. “How big does it get?”

I smiled at her.

“That’s what we’re here to find out.”

“Can I touch it?”

“Of course.”

She reached her hand out and grasped my shaft and I felt a surge of growth at her touch. She rubbed her hand around the top of my dick, trying to get a good handle on it but unable to wrap her fingers all the way around it. I could feel myself getting harder and harder and I looked down at her, into that amazing cleavage, and watched as she held onto my dick as it reached its full potential.

Finally, as my dick pointed straight up, rock hard, my head resting above my navel, on my abs, I told her that was it, that that was as big as it got.

She let go of my dick and grabbed her tape measure.

“This is insane, I have never seen anything like this, this is fucking nuts.” She stretched the tape measure out, then giggled as she had to stretch it out some more.

“I have never seen anything like this — you are so fucking huge.”

I pushed my dick down so it stuck straight out and she grabbed it and held it, her hands smaller than mine, dwarfed by the size of my erection. She measured across the top.

“Not bad, eh?” I said as she held the measurement in place with her finger. She looked at the number.

“Holy fuck, you’re over ten and a half inches.”

“That sounds about right, and the scary thing is, I only hit ten inches in August; I may not even be done growing yet.”

She was silent for a moment as she let this sink in.

“And you’ve had girls take this much before?”

This was tricky… I didn’t want to go into too much detail about my summer as camp counsellor, the random adventures I had gotten into that had inspired me and had given me confidence in what nature had endowed me with. I decided to play it coy to keep her interested. Now was not the time to talk about other girls, no matter how good a story it made.

“I’ve had some try, yeah, but none have been able to take it all yet.”

She grabbed my cock again in her hand and ran it down the entire length of my shaft, pushing it against her forearm. As her fingertips reached the base of my dick and the top of my balls my head rammed into the crook of her forearm and she looked up at me, amazed.

“You’re fucking longer than my forearm and, look at that…”

She gestured towards the base of my dick, where her arm was hiding, unseen, on the other side.

“… and you’re thicker than my wrist. This is insane. Jesus.”

She was sweating and glistening in the lamplight.

“I think it’s your turn to show me yours, now that I’ve shown you mine.”

She bit her lip and smiled coyly.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair.”

She stood up in front of me and moved towards me, pressing herself against me, against my naked body, and my rock hard dick pushed against the bottom of her breasts. She reached down with both hands and pulled off her shirt and her breasts bounced firmly and then pressed up against me again. They looked even bigger now that they were out of the confines of her blouse.

“Jesus, you look pretty good yourself,” I said. “You have an amazing body.”

“Something we have in common,” she said, grabbing her breasts and leaning forward slightly, pushing them against both sides of my dick. Insane: between my giant dick, her huge breasts and our height difference, all we had to do was stand there and I was able to fuck her tits.

“I can relate, too,” she said. “I was an early bloomer and got these the summer before ninth grade.”

It was my turn.

“Jesus,” I said.

“36D.”

“You read my mind.”

She laughed.

“And seriously, you don’t go through high school with a body like this and not have an active sex life and I have never, ever seen anything like what you’ve got here.” She bent her neck down and kissed the top of my dick, which was poking up and out between her breasts.

“I’d like to try and take it all, too, all ten and a half inches,” she said, and stepped away and pulled off her pants and underwear, showing off a perfectly shaved landing strip of fuzz. I grabbed my cock in anticipation and stroked it; long, slow strokes, until she stepped forward, now fully naked and looking incredible, her abs clearly defined, even in the low light, and she put a hand on my arm to stop me from stroking.

“Here, let me.”

She grabbed my dick with both hands and slowly started moving them up and down, her breasts moving along with the motion of her arms. She bent down and started to put my head into her mouth but she couldn’t go down as far as she wanted in our current position.

“You want me to sit down?”

“That might work…”

I sat on the edge of the bed and she got down on her knees, but my dick was pointing too high for her to reach and it was too hard to bend forward for her to get a good hold of it.

“On second thought, maybe you better lie down,” she said.

I laid down and felt the heavy heat of my dick on my stomach, and she climbed on top and, grabbing my dick in both hands, she put it in her mouth.

I love watching girls as they give me head, and Jenn was no exception. Like almost every girl I’d been with… almost every girl… she was only able to get the first five inches or so in before not being able to take any more. I smiled as she tried, realizing that the length of my dick that wasn’t in her mouth was about the length of my brother’s entire dick, a thought that turned me on even more.

She slurped and sucked and finished off with a twist of the tongue and looked up at me, breathing heavy, her hand reaching down between her legs.

“I can’t take more than that in my mouth, and I am so wet right now… I want you inside me more than I have ever wanted anything. Do you have a condom?”

I told her I did and she moved as I jumped out of bed, my dick thwacking against my stomach as I did so. I found my bag and took out my condoms and slipped one on, and also took out a bottle of lubricant.

“We may need this.”

Jenn was still touching herself and showed me her wet pussy, glinting in the light from the lamp.

“We may not,” she said.

I jumped on top of her as she flopped onto her back and touched the tip of my penis to her pussy, pushing in gently to test how easily I would go in. She was tight — this was going to take a lot of gentle handling if it was going to work.

We played for over half an hour, pushing in, pulling out, stretching, lubricating, with her groaning and moaning in painful pleasure every step of the way. It seriously must have been at least 40 minutes of this and I still had a good two or three inches that just wouldn’t go in.

“Let’s flip over,” she said.

“I have a better idea.”

I rolled her over while still inside her, so she was on top, and then we swung around over the side of the bed.

“Hold onto my shoulders,” I told her, and she did so, her giant breasts pushing into the front of my neck. I lifted her up, easily, and her hands slid down my arms to my biceps, which were bulging at holding her complete weight. Then, stealing a move I had perfected the summer before, I grabbed her from underneath her legs and began to lift her up and down, managing her weight like I would a pair of dumbbells, sliding her up and down my dick, with each slide downwards gravity helping to push me in just that much further.

She was screaming with pleasure now, “Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD, you are so fucking HUGE!”, and I began to lift her up and down faster, and suddenly water poured out of her and down my entire shaft, the infamous G-Spot orgasm for which I had recently become moderately famous for inducing. The lubrication only helped make things easier and I sat back down on the bed, holding her above my lap, and slowly lowered her down into a sitting position.

“Jesus, your fucking biceps, god you are the fucking man, you are THE FUCKING MAN!”

I laid down and swung her on top of me, my arms tired, and she started taking it from there. She had me completely inside her, something only two other girls had ever been able to do, and that had been when I had been smaller as well. She was moving back and forth on top of me and my hand was on her abs, looking… feeling… yup, there it is… this would freak her the fuck out.

I grabbed her hand and put it on her stomach, and every time she moved forwards we both felt it, my cock ramming her from inside. When she realized what she was feeling she took our hands away and looked down and, sure enough, every time she rammed forward a little bump appeared just up and to the left of her belly button.

“What the fuck?”

“That’s me… that’s me inside you…”

“Jesus, I swear I can feel you at the back of my throat…”

That did it, that image, I was coming and I was going to come hard. I grabbed her by her waist and started pushing and pulling her back and forth even harder and her breathing grew even more hitched as she let me move her back and forth. I would have to pull out before I came and I had to make sure she came again before I did. I knew the size of the load I was about to blow and knew the condom wouldn’t take it, that it would slide down my dick inside the condom, and I couldn’t risk any accidents… It had been a close call last summer…

Her tits were bouncing everywhere now and she was moaning, groaning, she was coming, her nails in my chest, her head tilted back, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God… oh oh OH OH OH!”

And she came, a shudder went through her that lasted ten seconds and she crumpled forward, on top of me, exhausted, her face in my shoulder, her arm across my chest, and my hardon raged on inside her, ready to blow any minute.

“God you’re fantastic, I said.”

“Guh… you… mmmph…” was all she could say in return.

I turned to my side a bit and started sliding out of her, slowly, and she gasped…

“I have to, I’m sorry… I’m about to blow and this condom won’t hold it in…”

She let me slide out of her, letting out a loud gasp as the ridge of my head escaped. She rolled over on her back, slowly, still recovering.

“I want you to come on me, on my tits.” She put her arms back and behind her head, flexing her arms, her lean muscles so damn sexy.

I whipped off my condom and, seriously, I know my dick, and I swear that it was the biggest I had ever seen it at that moment.

Seeing it again seemed to rejuvenate her as she reached forward for my dick and grabbed at it with both hands.

“I still can’t believe you’re this big… it’s like I’m in a dream or something.”

I held the base of my cock like a baseball bat, one hand on top of the other, and she worked the rest of it with both her hands and it felt so fucking good.

I came.

I came all over her fucking body. Because this is my story, and it’s hindsight and the smallest of phrases may sound like an exaggeration, believe me when I say she was completely covered in cum from her neck to her navel. My blast hit her square in the chest and it splashed and oozed all over her entire torso, the stream and subsequent bursts lasting a good 15 seconds.

I fell down onto the bed next to her, collapsed in a heap, and we both lay there, quiet, still, and after about 15 or 20 seconds of this silence, of us slowing down, we heard it.

We heard it and looked at each other and smiled.

Applause from just outside the bedroom door.

*****

“Seriously,” Jenn said as we were getting dressed, “I don’t mean to harp on this but you do realize the biggest I had ever had before this was about five inches?”

I laughed.

“You’re twice as big as anyone I have ever slept with, and my last boyfriend, nice guy but he was under four inches and not very good with what he had. You’re fucking two and a half times his size, and you just turned 18 — THAT’S the kicker.”

That did it — whenever I hear compliments about my size I start to get hard, and this time was no exception. Jenn caught me and my almost complete erection as I pulled up my boxers.

“Are you kidding me — you’re ready to go again?”

“Are you?”

“Ha… I won’t be having sex for weeks after what you’ve just done to me. I don’t think I could ever have sex with a small guy again after that!”

I pulled up my pants and reached for my shirt, still torn at the sleeves from the arm wrestling earlier in the night.

“Do me a favour, will you?” she asked, as she tied her hair back into her ponytail.

“What’s that?”

“If you’re not done yet and you keep growing, come and visit again, would you?”

I laughed to myself. After this, I didn’t think Dave would ever invite me back to stay with him, but I just smiled at her and said, “For sure.”

We opened the bedroom door to a round of cheers in the hallway. Jenn looked sheepish, but was clearly glowing and was obviously regretting nothing.

Jamie came to the front of the crowd and looked at us both.

“So, Jenn. Who won?”

We all burst into laughter, all except Dave who stumbled down the hall towards us, drunk out of his skull.

“Yeah Jenn, who won? What happened to me being “oooh, the biggest I’ve ever seen’? What the hell was that all about, what the…” he stumbled… “what the hell…?”

Jenn was calm but wasn’t sure what to say. I had to step in.

“Dave, she told me the same thing, that you were the biggest she had ever seen, and that says something man. It’s just that I was… you know… a bit bigger.”

“A BIT bigger,” Jamie laughed. “That’s not how it sounded from out here.”

“Well, whatever it sounded like,” I said, “we don’t need to go into details.”

Part of me was actually feeling a little guilty for everything I had done that night, but then, as usual, Dave stepped up and removed all guilt.

“No, I want to hear the fucking details… I want to know why the fuck my little brother is so fucking great… I want to know… how much bigger? Hey asshole, bitch, how much bigger?”

I looked at Jenn and she looked at me. I shrugged and, at the same time, we both said it:

“Four and a half inches.”

That got a reaction, and Dave called Jenn a bitch again so she shouted over them all: “And he is at least twice as thick as you, if not more. He’s longer than my fucking forearm and thicker than my wrist.”

She held up her arm and everyone, Dave included, was staring at it and mentally doing the calculations in silence. Dave stood up and walked over to me, stared me straight in the face and yelled at me.

“I call bullshit… there’s no fucking way… he’s fucking 18 years old and this is all a big fucking trick they’re pulling on me. I want to see it.”

“Dave,” Jenn said, “no you don’t. He’s bigger soft than you are hard.”

“Bullshit! I don’t believe it!” and with that, Dave undid his belt and dropped his pants and there it was, his hard dick, sticking straight out, looking much like it had when he had shown it off years earlier, before I had started growing myself, back when I thought he was so big and impressive.

“If you don’t show me it right now, I call bullshit.”

He was as stiff as he was going to get and I could feel myself slowly starting to get hard. Again, it was now or never. I dropped everything and there was a gasp from everyone as my seven inches of soft dick flopped down and hit me in the thigh. With so many people watching it took me even less time to get fully aroused and before Dave could even pull up his pants, something he was hastily trying to do, there I stood, with ten and a half inches of man hammer pointing straight up.

I felt for Jenn’s arm and she let me grab it, and I placed it next to my dick, dwarfing her forearm next to my gigantic meat.

“You know what Dave?” I said. “There’s your bullshit. There it is, right there.”

He was doing up his belt and making his way away from me down the hallway.

I called after him.

“And you know what the bitch of it is Dave? You know what the bitch of it is?! I’m not even done growing yet!”

originally published at:http://ift.tt/2f07ral

Bianca: Chapter 3

Ray almost took her up on the offer almost immediately, but he knew she would certainly pass out if he were to press his lust upon her so soon after three such powerful orgasms right in a row. Instead, Ray eased himself down beside the still-winded beauty, rubbing his calloused palm up her asscheek and up her back until he brushed back her hair from her shoulder. Her blonde hair gave off a faint glow in the last rays of sunlight that came into the room through the partially closed blinds.

"I’m going to shower real fast, is that ok?" Bianca asked. Ray felt like there was an almost unspoken reverence at the end of her sentence, as if she wanted to call him “master” or “sir” and it made him smile.

Bianca took his rugged, humored grin as a yes, and bounded quickly into the adjoining bathroom. Ray watched, again marveling at her lithe frame and large breasts as they bounced against a body that seemed too petite for such large boobs.

Bianca took her time in the bathroom, washing what seemed like a quart of sticky sperm out of her pussy. She wasn’t sure what else Ray would want to do with her that evening, but she was feeling happy and felt very, very fortunate that Tommy had not met up with her that afternoon. If Ray was more than just boasting about his ability to fuck her lights out as many times as he liked, Bianca knew she would never need Tommy to help her nibble away at her hunger ever again. Bianca yawned, unable to believe how tired she felt now that the high from her orgasms had begun to slip away.

After fifteen minutes, Bianca finally climbed lazily out of the shower, making a token effort to dry off. When she climbed back in bed next to Ray, he began licking up every drop of water that still remained on her swollen breasts. She put her head down on the pillow, looking at Ray’s head as he mouthed at her tits, taking a nipple between his lips whenever possible. He touched her gently now, not really attempting to turn her on at the moment. He seemed to be working on her just enough to stir her interest without exciting her passions, prepping her for the next time they would fuck. Bianca purred at the sexy foresight of her lover, and she shut her eyes momentarily, enjoying the warm glow of his lips on her chest.

Ray watched as Bianca fell to sleep within moments of her laying down beside him. He watched her body as her breath rose and fell, admiring her large breasts as they moved pleasantly over her tight stomach and thin frame. Her breasts alone were exciting enough for him to want to plunge his throbbing organ deeply inside her again, but he wanted her to rest and truly enjoy their next torrid fuck session.

Ray left her side, heading downstairs to get a large cup of water, which he quickly downed, refilling it twice before he felt reasonable quenched. His long cock hung down very low on his tall body, and he couldn’t help but want to stroke it even standing there naked in his living room with an entirely fuckable, naked, big-chested teenage girl upstairs. Of course, the thought of her made him want to stroke himself even more, though he knew he couldn’t restrain himself from walking up the stairs with a giant hardon to surprise the young girl with.

Ray amused himself for awhile by reading a book on his couch. Occasionally, his hand would reach down and stroke his long cock to semi hardness, before he would stop and continue with his book. He could feel a really big load of cum building up in his balls, and occasionally some of it would flood into his cockshaft, leaving a pearly drop at the tip of his large cockhead. After some time, Ray set his book down on the arm of the couch and walked back up the stairs to his room, stroking his cock lightly. The blonde beauty still slept on his bed, having rolled onto her side with part of the covers on her slim, tight body.

Ray walked up to the bed, and sat down quietly next to Bianca’s softly breathing form. She smelled very good, and clean. She smelled a bit familiar, like his soap and shampoo, but also infinitely better. She smelled sweet, and clean, but still very, very feminine. Ray noticed her eyes moving beneath her eyelids, and her breathing seemed shallow and even.

Slowly, Ray parted her thighs, putting her onto her back with very slow movements. All told, it took her almost five minutes to position her on her back, with her legs spread wide enough for him to climb up between them gently enough to keep from waking her. Once on her back, she would sleep even more soundly, or so Ray figured. It would cause her to take more shallow breaths, which would probably keep her unconscious.

Touching her with one finger, he slowly slid it up inside of her pussy lips, lightly parting the delicate folds of her lovely pussy. He moved his finger back and forth, lightly stimulating the area, gently breathing his hot breath onto the girl’s privates. He pressed his tongue out against her labia, slowly parting them with extremely exaggerated slowness, wanting her to experience every action he was taking in a dream like state. Her pussy lips parted readily before his tongue, and her wetness welled out, dripping eagerly from her cunt.

Ray took about thirty seconds to lick her a single stroke up from the bottom of her pussy folds, to the top of her clit. After a short time, her body began to respond as well as her cunt, rocking ever so gently up against his tongue. She was feeling it, that was certain.

Bianca murmured in her sleep, making unintelligible noises every time Ray reached her tiny nub. Ray continued to slip his single digit into her pussy, finger-fucking her so softly, and so slowly, he couldn’t be sure she would even feel it. But she felt it, and her pussy began to respond to him, even if she thought it were only a dream, her body knew otherwise. Her pussy clenched very softly against his finger, her hips grinding in very shallow, small circles against his tongue. Lubrication began to flow out of her ready cunt, and her murmurs turned into moans.

Ray eased his tongue up inside her pussyhole, digging into her sensitive cunt. He couldn’t believe how tight it was, nor that his cock had penetrated her deeply only an hour before.

Ray knew she was still asleep, but knew she was very excited and aroused. He wondered what kind of crazy dream she was having while he diddled her clit and tongue-fucked her helpless body. He eased his hips slowly up the bed, lining them up with her sleeping face. He left his position between her legs momentarily to turn her head, grabbing her lower jaw to open it wider. He eased his cockhead up against her lips, making sure she kept her mouth open and began breathing through her noise. Sure enough, once his cock was in her mouth, it was easy going. He slipped inside and began to thrust softly into the sleeping girl’s hot mouth. He climbed on top of her, this time sliding his cock down into her mouth while plastering his face into her crotch.

The sweet blonde pussy hair looked and felt downy soft. As his thick cock penetrated her mouth, her pussy looked and tasted even sweeter to Ray. The feel of her hot mouth wrapped around his engorged prick made him ready to suck on schoolgirl pussy all night long. He renewed his efforts, licking back and forth through her wet slit with longing. His cock slid deep into her mouth, though he made sure not to block her throat, knowing that she was only barely aware of what was going on, and that she needed to breathe through her nose, though he longed to plunge himself deeply into her tight throat. He pumped his hips into her face steadily, enjoying the incredible hotness of her mouth and gentle breath on his balls as she struggled to both moan from the cuntlicking she was receiving, and breath through her nose while her mouth nursed and suckled unconsciously around his horny dick.

Ray teased the small nub at the top of her pussy, licking around it in circles without exactly coming into direct contact with it. However, contact was hardly necessary. Bianca was blessed with an unusually sensitive clit, and a highly overactive libido. The feelings of pleasure gushing up from between her legs hit her harder than it would have hit two of her female friends combined, although she didn’t know it. If she had known, she might have felt less guilty about becoming a slut so easily for the first man with a huge schlong between his legs.

Ray felt precum begin to flow easily out of his cock, and he could feel Bianca’s rapid gag-reflex swallow motions with every thrust now. Her pulsing throat only stimulated him further, and he began almost gnawing on the sweet, juicy cunt before him, chewing on Bianca’s swollen pussy lips and licking sharply at her clit. Without warning, the unconscious girl became conscious. She awoke, and felt confused for a long, blissful moment as she floated on a cloud of intense pleasure. Bianca slowly became aware that a huge cock was invading her mouth, that her pussy was receiving the best oral sex she had ever felt, and that she should be sucking as hard as she could on the fat meat stuffed into her mouth.

“NNNNNNNGGG! MNNNNMMMMMM!” Bianca cried out as she returned to her sense, muffled by the big cock in her mouth.

Enough pleasure to make the young girl cum already was wracking through her body, but with the knowledge that her newfound lover was using her mouth like a pussy while she slept, lust burst into her lower region, exploding into a torrid orgasm. Ray even realized she was starting to come to, she was sucking his cock several more inches into her mouth and throat, jamming his hard inches into her slim, sexy throat.

“NNNNNNMMMMMM!! HNNNNGGGG!UNNGG UNGG! UNGGGGGG UNGGGG UNGG!!” Bianca choked out around the fat meat in her mouth as her pussy and clit pulsed wildly in ecstasy into the mouth of the older man.

Ray’s head sprung up from her crotch in surprise and because the incredible lips that slurped around his cock now had tightened, sending wonderful, electric feelings down his big shaft. There was a lot of his shaft to feel pleasure through, and even the part of his shaft left outside of her mouth was well taken care of by her delicate hands which now stroked and jacked his cock in and out of her mouth. Her hands milked his balls softly, almost as if the young girl knew intuitively that touching his balls would send him shooting into her mouth exponentially faster than a simple suck and stroke job would do.

Her little hands pumped his shaft hard, slamming down against the base of his shaft, slapping softly into his balls on every downstroke. Her mouth and throat worked his shaft hard, cramming every inch that would fit into her silken throat. Bianca felt her clitty stiffen, and her nipples harden reflexively. Soon, she thought squeezing her legs together and flexing her horny pussy, I’ll cum again.

The big shaft slid sexily into and out of her throat, leaving big deposits of precum all along the way. Bianca thought it tasted really hot, and she wanted him to blast his load all into her mouth this time, not down her throat. She liked deep throating him a lot, but thought his cum tasted really good too, and it really turned her on to feel it sliding down her tongue, around in her mouth, and swallowing it down. Her clitty buzzed with her naughty thoughts, and she felt certain she could cum with very little provocation. Ray’s tongue was sending her there quickly, but her mind held her back. She wanted more. She had experienced more. She had felt that massive thing stretching her poor little pussy out, forcing it to take all of his massive shaft, forcing her to submit to his horny cock, and she needed that again.

Bianca admitted to herself that she had laid there underneath him and been crammed full of his cum, used as his fucktoy, and she had loved it. Now, her pussy wanted to cum again, but in her mind she wanted to be forced down beneath him and used by his enormous fuckrod. She wanted him to split her little cunt in two, and spill another huge wad of sperm into her defenseless cunt.

Bianca, however, was surprised when he stuck two fingers up inside of her cunt while still licking her clitty, both surprising her and sending her into convulsions instantaneously. She couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to cum with his big dick inside of her. I wanted to cum all over him, she thought desperately as her pussy disobeyed, spreading itself wider and fucking her sexy hips up into his madly licking mouth. His tongue hammered her clitty over and over, making her hips both press up against his tongue and try to escape it as the sensations became too bold. Each time she tried to squirm away, the sensations faded momentarily, causing her hips to buck up again to get more of his hot licking. She cried out, screaming around his fat meat stuffing her mouth, to no avail. His meat simply thickened around her screaming mouth and began to flood it with cum. Lots of cum

Ray screamed out a huge bellow, as his cum was unleashed into the little blonde. His meat pulsed madly in her mouth, forcing her to take ounce after ounce of jism, which filled her mouth as she desperately tried to swallow, loving the hot taste of his manly sperm. Cum billowed out of her tightly clasping mouth and poured down her chin and throat as the enormity of his load hit her, overflowing her teenage mouth with his incredible load. She gurgled and gasped, trying to taste it all as it gushed through her mouth and flowed into her throat cavity. His balls pulled up tight against his body, and she could feel each burst of cum fire up from his balls, expanding his already too-large shaft, and dousing the girl with large amounts of oozing cum.

"My god, you’re a good girl." Ray gasped out, his cum now a thin trickle, still oozing down his cockshaft and into the blonde’s sucking mouth. "You wanted to cum on my cock though, didn’t you?"

The teenager popped his cock out of her mouth, looking up at him with doeful eyes, and nodding at him with her lips in a pout. Cum bubbled out of his cock head, and Bianca quickly changed her focus, taking a swipe at his fat cockhead again and again, as each time her tongue swiped his glans, more cum spilled out of it. Ray pushed her head back down onto his cock, forcing her to engulf it into her throat. Her lips instinctively wrapped around the shaft however, and the suction she had on his cock allowed him to dump the rest of the jism caught in his cockshaft into the eager teen girl.

"Do you want to call one of your friends, and have them cover for you tonight?"

The girl extracted his cock from her throat, with an incredibly, desperately horny look in her eyes, and nodded vigorously.

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F4FM Massage

One Good Lick Gets A Other…

Fun-some (fm4f) Massage…
My Sweetie pulled up to the curb, gave me a kiss and told me to enjoy myself. As I got out of the car, he told me to wait for someone to come get me, and to text him when I was ready to be picked, up.
He pulled away and within a minute or so, I heard someone calling me. I looked over and realized it was the same MGuy I had been to for a “sensual massage” twice before. Even though I’d had a couple of drinks to help me relax, I must admit I was relieved and immediately felt more at ease. We went inside and as we walked downstairs to the basement, he gave me a welcoming kiss. When we got down stairs we were meet by MGal. She was average height, very slender, and she greeted me warmly. They left while I undressed. I was naked and just getting up on the table when they came back into the room.

I was lying on my stomach with the sheet just covering most of my legs. MGuy told me that they’d do whatever I wanted. But I thought I’d just see what they came up with and that turned out really well. He also told me to feel free to touch back. They drizzled some warm oil on my back, oiled up their hands, and I soon felt four hands massaging my back. I reached out with my hands in search of her pussy and his cock. I could feel her pussy through her silky panties and before I found his cock with my other hand, he had removed his pants. She also removed her panties and I was soon holding his growing cock and stroking her pussy lips. I love the way a cock feels and one getting hard always turns me on. Her pussy was wet, so I slid my middle finger in and stroked her g-spot area. They had soon worked their way to my butt. As they massaged my butt, their hands found their way between my legs. As I felt fingers reaching up to my pussy, I shifted my weight so I could lift my pussy and give them better access. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I wasn’t sure who’s fingers I was feeling, but it felt good.
MGuy suggested that I turn over. As I did so, I noticed they were both completely naked and that MGal had nice breasts with really nice, perky nipples. I knew I wanted to play with and suck on them. Although my husband’s cock will always be my favorite, MGuy does have a nice one too. They drizzled warm oil on my breasts and stomach and massaged me with their well-oiled hands. I reached up and gently squeezed MGal’s breast and played with her nipple with my fingertips.
MGuy said to MGal, “Why don’t you get up on the table?” So MGal got on the foot of the table, knelt down and started to lick my pussy. I spread my legs and feeling a woman’s tongue all over my pussy felt really good. She easily slid a finger in and started to finger fuck me as she continued with her tongue. I soon saw, MGuy behind her, and he had started fucking her. It felt very naughty and turned me on to watch a woman lick my pussy while she was being fucked.
MGuy suggested that MGal get on the table, so she and I traded places. I got lots of warm oil on my hands and MGuy and I started to massage her breasts and stomach. I saw my opportunity to suck on her beautiful, sexy nipples so I leaned down and put my lips around them. I sucked on them and swirled my tongue around them. I then decided to work my way down her stomach, kissing and licking on my way to her pussy. I started licking her clit and her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue. I soon felt a cock between my legs, so I shifted my body and guided his hard cock into my wet pussy. MGuy reached around with his hand and stroked my pussy as he fucked me. It felt so good and so naughty to feel a cock in my pussy, have my pussy being stroked, and licking a pussy all at once. MGal seemed to really enjoy what I was doing, her breathing was changing. So I put a finger inside and stroked the inside of her pussy as I continued to suck her clit and lick her pussy lips. She let out a moan of pleasure and I felt her pussy thrust forward as she had an orgasm. I gently rubbed her thighs and around her pussy. I then asked if she could cum again and MGuy replied that she could. So as MGuy continued to fuck me, I started licking her pussy again, sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue, occasionally licking her pussy lips as I put my finger in her wet pussy again. Before long she came again. I’d fantasized many times about feeling a hard cock fucking my pussy while I was licking and sucking a pussy until I felt a pussy throbbing in my mouth, but I never thought it would become a reality.
MGuy then asked for a turn on the table. So he got on the table and MGal and I drizzled oil on his chest and got oil all over our hands. After massaging his chest for a short time, he asked for four hands on his cock. So MGal and I oiled up our hands really well and both started to rub his hard cock. As we did this, MGuy started rubbing my pussy and finger fucking me. He made a comment about how wet my pussy was. MGal leaned over and started sucking his cock so I joined her. We both had our mouths and hands all over his cock and balls. She paused a couple of times and gave me some deep, sensual kisses. As she started sucking the end of his cock I focused more on his lower cock and balls. He came in her mouth. She straightened up and gave me a kiss. As she did so, I could taste his cum. MGuy got off the table. He put out his arms and we all hugged and kissed each other. They said they’d had a great time and thanked me. And I told them them the same. I asked MGal if she’d like to get together with me and my husband sometime and she replied that she would. I started to think of all of the naughty things we could do together, but that would be a whole new experience. 😉

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Heavy Load

“Oh, wow! It's true!”

“Yeah and it tastes good, too!”

“I'm glad you like it.”

“Even your balls are big, little man!”

“Hang on. I want to measure it.”

“Oh my God! It's about an inch longer than the ruler! Thirteen inches!”

Sitting in the back seat of the old Ford, the two girls licked and rubbed Dan's cock enthusiastically. Both were attractive nursing students at St. Louis University. And both clearly admired Dan's unique anatomy. He was a senior in high school.

Kathy, the tall, slender blond with the great smile massaged Dan's nuts while gently nibbling around the rim of the head with her full lips. Kim, the brunette with the curvy body had her hand partially around his dick, jacking it slowly while running her tongue along the sensitive backside of the shaft. For his part, Dan was leaning back, quietly enjoying the show.

A generous flow of pre-cum moved down the massive cock and occasionally one of the girls would lap it up from the head and shaft like it was ambrosia from the gods. He saw it everyday and was used to it, but he had to admit that his cock looked impressive in the girls' hands. After thoroughly licking it, Kathy decided to make an attempt at sucking the large head into her mouth. She opened as widely as possible and slowly worked it in. Her face reddened while her cheeks and mouth looked uncomfortably stretched out. The head soon hit the back of her throat. They were all three impressed to see that she had managed to get the entire head and even an inch or two of the shaft into her mouth.

Dan let out a small moan as Kathy slowly removed the head from her mouth, gently grazing the sensitive skin with her teeth on the way out. She inhaled deeply. “Mmmm, it tastes so good.”

“Enjoy it while you can, ladies,” Dan said, sinking lower into the seat to get more comfortable. “I graduate next Friday and on Saturday I'm going to the recruiter's office to enlist in the army. I want to be a pilot.”

“Oh, promise us you'll come back in one piece,” Kim pleaded with a genuinely sad expression on her face. “We're going to be hungry without you to feast on.”

“Yeah, flyboy,” Kathy continued looking up into Dan's eyes. “You have to come back soon. No one else is gonna be able to take your place. You've spoiled us.”

Dan smiled, hoping but doubting that was true. “We just have to make the most of the next week. Who wants to nurse on it now?”

“I do!” They both said in unison.

“It's my turn!” Kim insisted, giving Kathy a fake glaring look. “You were just sucking on it.”

“Yeah, but all I got was some pre-cum,” Kathy barked back playfully.

“That's true,” Dan stated, secretly hoping that Kathy would continue with her sucking. She had a large mouth with sexy full lips. She started off a little clumsy, but now seemed to have the hang of it. She's got a lot of potential, he thought. With a little more practice, she'll probably be able to give the best head I've ever had.

“Okay,” Kim said grudgingly, “but I get the next one.”

Dan ran his hand through her soft, dark hair. “Don't worry. There'll be plenty left after Kathy's turn.”

“I guess that why they call you "Plenty',” Kim giggled. She reached down and began to gently massage his large balls.

Kathy and Kim eagerly went back to work on Dan's dick and the pre-cum was soon flowing stronger than before. Kathy was focused on the head and upper shaft while Kim stroked near the base and massaged his nuts. He felt a familiar pressure deep in his balls and moaned slightly. “Oh, yeah. Like that,” He said and sighed slightly. “A little faster.”

The girls increased the rhythm and Kathy closed her eyes and began to moan while she sucked on the head. The flow of pre-cum was heavy now. “Mmmm,” he groaned. “It's getting close.”

His cock was almost painfully hard now and he knew a massive load was built up for Kathy to feed on. “Oh…mmm-hmm, it's dinner time…uhhhh…uhhhh…

BOOM!

Sgt. Dan Dicenti was suddenly shaken out of his daydream by a violent explosion. He was packed like a sardine into the ball turret hanging beneath the fuselage of his B-17 bomber. She was named the Heavy Load and everyone onboard joked that Dan was her mascot. Or at least his giant cock was.

It was the 12th of May, 1944 and the Heavy Load, along with most of the Eighth Army Air Corps, 303rd Bomb Group, was returning from a mission (Dan's third) over Germany. It had been a brutal trip. First, the fighters had been thick, then the flak 88's had turned the beautiful blue sky over Merseburg into a nightmare of black smoke and white hot shrapnel.

Still, the run had been a success. They had dropped their bombs and made a fiery mess of their target, a large oil refinery complex on the edge of town. Several planes had gone down around them, but the Heavy Load's only real damage had been a hit to the fuel line of the number three engine, forcing the pilot to shut it down. Running on three engines meant that they would fall behind the main formation and as a straggler, would be “easy pickings” if they ran into German fighters on the way home. But all things considered, they had gotten off easy and had received only minor damage…or so they thought until now.

From his headset, Dan could hear the Heavy Load's co-pilot, Lt. John Barrett shouting, “The number four engine just exploded! I think it took part of the wing off, too!”

Shit! I need to get out of this damn turret, Dan thought, feeling the big bomber shake violently. At 5'4”, Dan was the obvious choice for ball turret gunner on the B-17. While he knew the shortest crew member could get in and out of the cramped turret the easiest, he also knew it was a notorious deathtrap.

With a speed he didn't know he possessed, Dan unstrapped himself, forced open the turret hatch and crawled out onto the rattling deck of the plane. Just as he was reaching for his parachute, he heard the crew chief, Lt. Alan Green say “Bail out! She won't stay up much longer! Frank, help Dan get out of his turret!”

“Forget it,” Dan responded. “I'm already out and getting my chute on.”

“Alright,” Green shouted through the static-filled intercom, “everybody out as quick as you can!”

Dan tried to get the bulky chute on, but the shaking and rolling were throwing him off balance and into the side of the plane. He suddenly felt someone grab his chute pack and hold it steady against his back, allowing him to connect the parachute harness. Looking back, he saw his best buddy, Sgt. Frank Baer give him a nod and a smile.

“You owe me one, Plenty,” Frank said, patting Dan on the back as he moved past.

“Where are you going, Frank?” Dan asked, seeing the other gunner move up toward the front of the plane and away from his side gun position.

“I'm gonna get Bill out of the nose. You get out of here!”

Dan paused for an instant, wondering if he too should help Bill get out of the cramped bombardier's position. Then, realizing there would be barely enough room for one person to assist, he turned and headed for the fuselage exit hatch.

Even though it was mid-May, the cold wind whipped past Dan as he stood by the waist gun opening. Still, they were below 15,000 feet and his fur-lined jacket helped protect him from the brunt of the cold. Looking aft down the length of the fuselage, he could see the other crewmembers in various stages of preparation for bailing out.

Suddenly, the bomber rocked violently to the side and Dan was thrown out the waist door. He tumbled wildly, disoriented by the unexpected fall. 1-2-3! Without thinking, Dan pulled the rip cord on his parachute and felt the large silk sheet deploy. He felt the wind get forced from his lungs as the chute cables pulled tight above him.

Where's everyone else? Dan wondered, trying unsuccessfully to look up and around for the rest of his crew. He could hear the Heavy Load's engines from above and behind him, but they sounded further away than he expected.

I hope they're alright, he thought, still trying to look around for his mates. The fact that he hadn't heard an explosion gave him hope. I guess this makes me a proud member of the Caterpillar Club, Dan thought. The only rule for membership in this elite club was successfully parachuting out of a crashing plane. At least it beats the other option.

About a minute later, he heard a distant explosion that he knew had to be the big bomber crashing into the ground. Surely that was enough time for everyone to get out. Wasn't it? The air around him was cool and eventually the wind turned Dan around so that he was facing the direction of the explosion. He searched the ground for any signs of fire or wreckage, but saw none, so he began scanning the sky. At first he saw only blue sky and puffy white clouds as far as he could see, but as his eyes adjusted and focused, he thought saw white parachutes slowly floating to earth far off in the distance. How many were there? They were too far away to tell for sure, but there had to be several of them. Maybe they had all gotten out and were on their way to the soft earth below. With a little luck we'll be back at base in Molesworth by tomorrow night, he thought absent-mindedly. Just in time to go on that double date with Frank, Allison and that honey, Portia that I met last week in the pub. Portia was the pretty, sandy-haired nanny in the tight flowery dress that did nothing to hide her curvy figure. She had taken an interest in Dan after Frank and Allison had told her why everyone called him “Plenty.” No doubt she was another size queen. He could spot them a mile away.

Eventually the wind spun him away from the other parachutes and Dan had nothing to do, but enjoy the scenery and think. He had only flown two successful missions before being knocked out of the sky. “So much for the third time being a charm,” Dan muttered as he watched the countryside slowly rise toward him.

The view was nice from up here. A well defined patchwork of farm lands was mixed with beautiful green woods that spread out over gently rolling hills. Wherever I am, I hope there are some beautiful babies wondering around, he mused to himself. He had met a few French and Dutch girls while stationed in England and many of them had a sexiness that most girls back home in St. Louis were lacking. The opportunity to flirt with a whole smorgasbord of European women brought a smile to his face and a slight swelling in his pants. During the crisis of the crash, his dick had shriveled to maybe eight inches — practically an “innie” for Dan. But with the realization that he was going to live, his fantasies brought him to about ten inches. Not bad, considering I'm floating under a big silk bed sheet above enemy territory!

For the first time since falling out of the plane and opening his chute, it suddenly occurred to Dan that he wasn't out of danger yet. While he was pretty sure they were out of German airspace, this was still occupied territory and there was a good chance that someone saw or at least heard his plane crash. The Nazis would be looking for him soon. But before that even, he had to survive the next few minutes. Looking straight down, he realized he had drifted away from the open fields and toward a densely wooded area along the gentle slope of a hill. There were plenty of stories of airmen getting stabbed on tree branches, breaking their necks and even drowning in ponds while wearing all of their heavy equipment. Fortunately, he couldn't see any water below him, but there were lots of trees rapidly approaching.

Dan felt like he needed to do something, but he realized he had very little control over his descent. He attempted to steer himself with the two harness risers connected to his chute, but finally decided that he was mostly at the mercy of the wind. And it was taking him straight toward a big tree with lots of dangerous looking branches! Great, he thought. Just barely twenty years old and I'm going to die by being impaled on a tree branch. I might as well have stayed on the plane! Just as he was preparing to wiggle around and try to avoid the most dangerous branches of the huge tree, a slight gust caught his parachute and sent him sailing past the tree toward an opening in the woods.

Dan let out a sigh of relief. Someone up there likes me, he thought. Suddenly he heard the sound of sheets tearing and looked up in time to see his parachute getting caught and torn on one of the big branches of the tree.

“Shit!” He cried as he plummeted toward the ground, only to be snapped back by the taut parachute lines at the last second. Other than a slight case of whiplash he was fine, but he was dangling less than a foot from the forest floor.

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MOVIE MAGIC

This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

MOVIE MAGIC

By anonymous.a

Living in a military town you’ll see loads of servicemen wandering around with nothing to do. They’re new to the place. They don’t know anybody.

Most importantly, they’re lonely.

Not to make it sound as if I’m exploiting that loneliness, but I do sometimes find myself benefittng from their quiet desperation for companionship. If it matters I’ve been on the flip side of that coin. Work sometimes sends me out of town for extended periods, and unless I hook up with somebody in a local chatroom, my nights are spent eating meals by myself at nearby restaurants, watching the occasional movie and hanging out in my hotel, maybe for a drink at the bar or a jerkoff session in my room.

Heck, sometimes life works out that way even when I’m not traveling. That was my predicament one recent Saturday afternoon when I looked around my house and discovered there was nothing, either inside or out, that needed immediate attention. All the yard work had been done (at least temporarily), I had no pressing laundry needs, the dishes were washed, the bills paid … what the hell was I going to do?

I thought about going next door to Kevin’s place and seeing if he needed, er, more “help” with one of his home improvement projects. The last time I “helped” him I ended up slurping that giant cock of his down my throat (“Air Force Weenie”).

Then there was Scott on the other side of me, whose ass I had probed with my tongue while he teetered on a ladder replacing a floodlight bulb (“An Officer and a Gentleman”). Bob across the street (“Fucked by the Non-Com”) had moved, and I didn’t get screwed by him before he left, which was a damn shame. When I saw the U-Haul parked in his driveway my asshole twitched with regret. Even drunk he could fuck like a champ.

So here I was on a Saturday afternoon with absolutely nothing to do. What the hell? I grabbed my wallet and keys, intent on getting in the car and driving around until something presented itself, sex-wise or not.

But then I spied a movie gift card lying next to my wallet.

Sheesh, I hadn’t been to a theater here in town in ages. Seems like the only time I went to the movies was when I was traveling and desperate for something to kill time. It wasn’t often those circumstances presented themselves here at home.

Except they had. I seemed desperate to kill time now, and the sequel to “Independence Day” was still in theaters. Why not? I told myself. Let’s go watch aliens wreak havoc.

The theater was dark, cool, and surprisingly empty of theatergoers. At first I thought I’d gone through the wrong door, but I checked my ticket and yes, this was “Independence Day,” the 2:45 showing. Then I got out my phone and consulted the Internet Movie Database for their reviews. That explained it. The movie was a stinker, according to the critics, both profession and non. Despite that I decided to stay; sometimes a cheesy science fiction movie can be more fun than a movie with “layers.”

The theater offered stadium seating, and I was in the uppermost row so I was able to survey everybody who entered. For instance, an elderly man and woman sat way down toward the front, presumably because they could see better from there. A scattering of younger folks – couples or groups of guys – filled some of the rows in between. Some rows were completely empty.

The screen was showing that pre-trailer crap – previews for TV shows, ads for body wash and fast cars, and admonitions that you not do what I had just done – use my cell phone – after the movie started. As I watched it roll across the screen I almost missed the guy climbing the stairs, heading in my direction. But once my eyes settled on his lanky frame, I began tallying all the important details.

Height? About 6-foot 2. Weight? Maybe 170. Hair? Hard to tell; maybe blonde. It was cut so short it could have been any color. Race? Definitely pasty white. From the look of him I calculated Midwest, maybe Ohio strip shopping center Barnes & Noble clerk. Clothes? A polo-style shirt and khaki cargo shorts that were a little too short for his frame, falling just above his knobby knees. He ensemble was topped off by a pair of calf-high sports socks and cheap Walmart knock-offs of Vans.

It all added up to Air Force airman.

He climbed all the way to the top and entered my row of seats, plopping down about three chairs to my left. He took out his phone and did something to it – I assume turned off the ringer – then shoved it back into his shorts pocket. Then he appeared to relax. He surveyed the theater and his fellow moviegoers, then unexpectedly turned my way, catching me staring before I could pretend I wasn’t. Damn. I hate it when that happens.

“Nice and cool in here, isn’t it?” He said in a voice that was slightly louder than a whisper.

“Thank God,” I answered. “I thought I was gonna melt outside. Hottest summer in years.”

“You’re not from around here, are you?” he said, more a statement than a question.

“Oh but I am,” I said back. “It’s just that now that I’m an old fart the heat affects me more.”

“You don’t look very old. How old are you?”

A man after my own heart. “Thirty-nine,” I said. “Going on 70.”

He chuckled. “I’m from Michigan. It gets hot like this in the summer. Luckily we’re next to a lake so we get a nice breeze.”

An older woman and her teenage whatever – daughter, granddaughter, illegal lesbian lover – turned around and scowled at us, the old woman hissing a reproachful “Shhh!” I offered a wry smile to Mr. Michigan and pulled down the seat next to me, patting it with hand. He wasted no time scrambling from his chair and joining me. He stuck a big sweaty hand into mine and whispered, “Gauge.” I told him my name and we did the nice-to-meet-you thing and then he filled me in.

Yes, he was Air Force. This was his first assignment, a C-130 mechanic at the local base. He grew up in a small town called Lexington on the shore of Lake Huron. He was 20 years old and one day hoped to become an astronomer, a rather odd vocation for a guy who replaced special purpose pods and pylons on cargo planes. It was the money, he explained. The military wouldn’t put him through school to become an astronomer but if he lived in the barracks and didn’t buy a fancy car, he could save the money to go to college on the G.I. Bill once he was out. I had to admire his determination. I mean, I don’t know what the job market for astronomers is like, but I do know the academic requirements are pretty steep, especially the math and physics. But if that’s what his dream was then more power to him.

The trailers began and we lowered our voices but continued to talk, risking another disapproving scowl from the woman two rows below us. He evaluated each trailer with a sliding scale that ranged from “definitely” for “definitely gotta see that one” to “no effing way.” As his ratings became more colorful and goofy, I couldn’t help but laugh. Gauge was a funny guy.

Finally, “Independence Day” began. My excitement waned as the first half hour played out on the screen, and I began to understand why so many people had given it negative reviews. Bottom line? It was boring. And Gauge was confirming that thumbs down review. His head was nodding. Was he falling asleep?

At that moment he shifted in his seat and laid his head on my shoulder. I didn’t say anything or move, because I didn’t want to disturb him. He might have awakened and realized he was getting cozy with another guy. Some of these military guys are thin-skinned about that. They didn’t want anybody thinking they were anything less than all-man. Frankly I was enjoying the feel of this all-man resting his head on my shoulder.

Gauge shifted again and slid his arm behind my back. We had not lowered the armrest, so it was a simple matter for me to lean forward slightly and let him reach around my back. When he was settled he began rubbing my side, a tender gesture you don’t see unless it’s a guy and a girl – and usually it’s the girl doing the rubbing.

We sat that way for a few minutes, me lapping up the feel of this young man and his gentle ministrations, an unexpected treat that far surpassed anything happening on the screen. It felt so good and comfortable, more like the kind of attention you give your partner after a session of lovemaking. I wanted to just wallow in this and enjoy it. If we’d been at my place I might have wrapped my arms around him and gone to sleep.

At last, I decided to reciprocate. I allowed my left hand to settle on the inside of his thigh. His shorts had drawn up so my hand was halfway on shorts fabric, halfway on bare flesh. His warmth, his easy breathing and the motions his hand made were giving me a ferocious erection. I could feel my dick pressing against my own cargos, pulling painfully at the pubes as it struggled to find a place within the confines of my crotch to grow to its full length.

I desperately wanted to slide my hand up the leg of his shorts but there was really no way to do that. But then it didn’t matter because Gauge slowly eased his arm from behind my back, placed his hand over my hand and with great care, eased it up his thigh until my hand rested on his erection. I could feel it easily beneath the stiff fabric of his shorts, a massive rod as hard as concrete. I squeezed it and he let out a satisfied sigh. I lightly jacked it but there wasn’t enough give in his shorts to let me truly masturbate him.

I felt his left hand fumbling at his zipper. He waited until a loud scene appeared on the screen and unzipped all the way, raising his head from my shoulder and adjusting his shorts so he could pull that monster from his fly.

It was a massive missile. Conservatively I’d guess it was in the 8-inch range, pale against the dark of his lap and the flickering twilight of the theater. The cap was no bigger than the shaft so it had the look of a slick torpedo. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and reveled in its sticky warmth. Gauge sank into his seat and let his arms fall to his side. Seems like I was invited to do whatever I wanted.

I jacked it for several minutes. Since ours was the last row and nobody was sitting with us, we were not at risk of being discovered. Gauge spread his legs wide so that his right leg was rubbing against mine, bristly hairs and all, and slouched in his seat even deeper as my hand glided up and down the shaft of that monster penis. I noticed his breath was quickening and I wanted to lean down and take it into my mouth, but if I had done that somebody would have noticed. The seat backs of the row ahead of us weren’t high enough to conceal a bobbing head.

So I contented myself with jacking his cock as cities fell to ruin and airplanes blew up on the screen before us. The warmth of his dick continued to climb until it felt like I was holding a freshly boiled bratwurst in my hand. Gauge’s breathing became more rapid and I knew our fun time was about to reach its climax.

Seconds later, his hand clamped onto the outside of my hand, and I felt his cock pulsing in my grip as a geyser of hot Michigan airman cum shot skyward. It caught the light from the screen and seemed to glow from within, a luminous cascade of pearls falling floorward. Two more healthy eruptions of military boy batter coated his and my hands, and aftershocks of orgasm dribbled down the shaft and into my sliding grip, allowing me to momentarily speed up my jacking. He folded up on himself as if he were ticklish so I released his cock. As he took his hand and shook the cum off it, I raised mine to my mouth and began licking it off.

“That was fucking intense,” he whispered to me as his dick deflated to hang between his Walmart cargos. The old woman ahead of us turned and frowned, then returned her gaze to the screen.

He got that big python back inside his shorts while I cleaned the remnants of his spooge from between my fingers. It was the best movie snack I’d tasted in my life, an earthy, savory and exotic flavor suggestive of spices both familiar and forbidden.

The movie picked up and held our attention until the predictable ending and closing credits. We walked out together and before we went our separate ways, I made sure I got his mobile number, because this C-130 mechanic from Michigan was never going to be lonely in these parts again.

Not if I had anything to do with it.

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Leah’s Big Weekend

“I'm going to get him back,” I told my sister Delilah as we drove the final miles of the trip from Dallas to Fayetteville, Arkansas.

“And how are you going to do that?”

“Whatever it takes.”

“Please, tell me you're not going to have sex with him to get him back,” Delilah pleaded. Delilah was 18 and was still a virgin. She held the act of sex in higher regard than I did.

“It's not like that, Delilah. It's not like I'm a slut or anything. It's just that were Parker and I get together we have sex. It's what we do. I love having sex with him.”

“I know, I know. It's just that you're still with Gus. You shouldn't cheat on him like that. You should have broken up with him before we left.”

“Listen, if this thing with Parker doesn't work out, then I'll have Gus to fall back on. Sure, the sex isn't as great with him, but at least he lives close.”

“Why exactly isn't the sex great with him?” Delilah's curiosity about sex had gotten the better of her and she left her arguments of virtue fall by the wayside.

“Well, he's just not as big as Parker. I mean they are both about the same length, but Parker has the fattest dick I've ever seen. He totally fills me up.”

“About how long are they?”

“They're both about 5” long.”

“And that's big?”

“It's the biggest I've ever seen, but all of them were pretty close. None of them were nearly as thick though.”

Delilah seemed to contemplate this for the final ten minutes of our trip as we drove in silence.

We pulled into Parker's drive and turned of the car. He and his new girlfriend, Allison came out to the car to meet us. I had met Allison once before at Parker's 21st birthday party when they were just friends, but the woman walking out now no longer resembled the 18 year old girl that I remembered. It appeared as if she had hit a growth spurt in these past couple of years and had blossomed into a very voluptuous goddess. I definitely had my worked cut out for me.

Parker had told me that she was very nervous about my trip to see him. She was actually jealous of how skinny and tiny I was. Why would she be jealous of my body, complete with my 30B boobs, when she obviously had at least a 34D rack to woo her man?

Parker always said he loved my perfect heart-shaped ass bounced off his cock when we were fucking doggy style. I wore my tightest jeans to accent my assets. The war was on, her boobs vs. my perfect ass.

I had two more advantages in my arsenal. The first was that Allison and Parker had not had sex yet. He had told me that he had a serious case of “blue balls” and that if Allison didn't break down soon, he didn't know what he would do.

The second advantage, the one I intended to use to the utmost, was that I had no curfew. Allison was 18, but still lived with her parents. Parker had told me that her parents demanded that she be home by 11:00 that night. I would be staying at Parker's house in his guest bedroom. Plenty of time left after she went home to get in his pants.

“Allison, this is Leah,” Parker said as he made our introduction.

Rather than a normal handshake between foes, Allison made a quick move to hug me and before I could react I was engulfed in her embrace. Then, the reason for the show of faux affection became evident.

Allison was now a good five or six inches taller than me. When we came together, I was face-to-chest with her ample cleavage. The girl was showing me what she was coming to the table with and I believe that my guess of a 34D chest might have been underestimating my rival. There was no other way to put it…this girl was stacked.

“Parker has told me so much about you,” Allison said sweetly, “I am so glad that you two have been able to remain friends. He really does cherish your friendship.”

“Thank you,” I said in an equally sweet timbre as I steamed inside. So, that was how she was going to play it. She was marking the territorially lines as succinctly as if she was a wild animal. I was being relegated to friend status.

She walked back to stand by his side and my heart sank. The battle of our best assets was over before it started. My perfect ass had just been trumped by an ass that was so juicy and round that I wanted to grab a hold of it, and I held no same sex tendencies at all. Not to mention the longest and most feminine legs that I have seen. If I were to win the affections of Parker back, my body was not to be an ally of mine. I was betrayed by my own flesh.

“And Delilah, Allison says that you guys used to go to school together,” Parker continued. The part that little miss perfect must not have told him is that they were bitter enemies at school. Allison had made my sister's life a living hell. They were both on the cheerleading squad when lived here a few years ago, but the contrasts in their appearances now could not be more evident.

My sister had shed her preppy girl façade in favor of the frumpier look of today's youth. There was only a few years difference between her and me, but I will never understand the baggy pants and hoodies look…especially on a girl. She and her friends were what they called “Straight Edge,” a movement within the hardcore community that vowed to stay away from drugs, alcohol, tobacco products, and other vices…something that I was thankful for.

“Hey,” Delilah waved.

“Hi,” Allison responded and from the tone of her voice she knew very well where their relationship stood.

“Well, let's get your stuff in. You'll be staying in the basement studio. It's my room, but I'll stay in the guest room,” Parker went on, “We'd better hurry because we're supposed to meet the guys at Guido Joe's for dinner. They're going to come over tonight to party with us. I hope that's okay with you.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” I lied. So that was the plan. Parker was going to surround himself with a bunch of wingmen and make it impossible for me to get one-on-one time with him.

“Hey, Leah, how have you been?” J.P. came up to me and gave me a hug. He was one of Parker's best friends, but we had never been that close, so the hug was unexpected. He walked with me to our table, pulled out a chair for me, and sat down beside me. Delilah didn't seem to be getting the same treatment. Obviously, J.P. was wingman numero uno.

But, Parker had no shortage of back-ups. His youngest brother Devin and cousin Gary were there along with another good friend, Mason. His plan was well laid out. He knew that he would not be able to resist me on his own and had acted accordingly.

Dinner went smoothly enough and Allison was as sweet as she possibly could be. Maybe I had misjudged her. Maybe, just maybe, she was a genuine as she came across and I was projecting my jealousies upon her. Thing was I was really beginning to like her. She seemed like a girl that in another situation, we could be friends. Even Delilah and Allison appeared to be putting their rocky past behind them.

“I need to go to the restroom,” Allison said as she stood up, “Do you two want to come with me?”

“Sure,” Delilah and I said together and we followed her to the restroom. The door closed behind us and Allison rounded on us like a giant lioness. The difference in our heights was now more evident than ever and she scared the shit out of me.

“Listen, Bitch, I know what you two are here for and there is no way in hell that you are going to get him back! You had your chance and you fucked it up! Parker is a good man and I'm not going to sit around and watch you screw him over again!”

“I'm not…” I tried to object, but was silenced.

“Shut up! I don't give a flying fuck what you have to say! This is how it's going to be! Parker is going to take me home now and you are going to go back to his place and go straight to bed! I don't care what you have to say, "I've got a headache' or whatever! If I hear that you did anything other than that, I will personally drive over to Dallas and kick your tiny, little ass! Understand!?!”

She didn't wait for an answer. She barreled past me knocking me to the ground and out the door.

Delilah reached a hand out to help me up and helped me dust myself off.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Can you believe her?”

“I know, what a bitch! I'll tell you right now, I don't care if I have to fuck every single guy out there to get you alone with Parker, I'm going to do it.”

“Delilah, I can't ask you to do that.”

“You're not asking and I'm telling you that this is going to happen. You just be ready for your chance and I'll take care of everything else.”

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We got seated in Mason's 1969 Chevelle. I was up front with Mason and my shadow, J.P., while Delilah was in the back between Devin and Gary. We left the parking lot and headed for Parker's house.

“Mason, do you mind if we make a quick detour. I really want to go get some liquor so we can party a bit tonight,” Delilah requested.

“Sure, sounds like fun,” Mason responded as he switched lanes to go to our new destination, Boudreaux's Liquor World.

“So, what do you girls drink?” J.P. asked.

“Vodka. We usually start with screwdrivers, but by the end of the night we are each holding a bottle in our hands,” Delilah lied effortlessly. It was clear that she had devised a plan to get me to Parker because she didn't drink and I hate vodka, so I nodded my head in approval of her statement.

“Damn! We got some real party girls here!” Mason said enthusiastically, “I can't even touch the stuff…makes me puke.”

Delilah was clearly trying to get the wingmen to start thinking with their penises and it was working, too. You could almost hear the four cocks in the car cheer at the thought of two sexy, soon-to-be drunk, chicks in their presence.

Back at Parker's house we all carried in our drinks of choice. I started toward the kitchen to put my bottle of vodka away, but Delilah grabbed me by the back of my shirt and tugged me in the opposite direction.

“Hey, guys, we're going to go downstairs and change into something a little more comfortable,” she called out.

“Let me go put this up, then,” I whispered to her.

“No, bring it with you,” she said at the same level.

We got downstairs and Delilah went straight to work. She headed for the suitcases and started barking out directions.

“First of all, go to the bathroom, pour this shit out, and then fill them up with water,” she commanded, handing me her bottle of vodka.

I did as she said as she began to rifle through our suitcases. I finished filling up the bottles and returned them to their sacks. When I got out of the bathroom Delilah tossed me a pair of her flannel pajama bottoms and a cotton t-shirt with a local Dallas band emblazoned on the front.

“Put that on,” she commanded again.

“What are you going to wear?”

“One of your normal skimpy things, but no more questions. They're going to think we're up to something if we take too long down here,” she said as she began to strip right in front of me.

I took her lead and started to shed my clothes. I have to admit that I was taking more than a peek at my little sister as we continued to undress. I hadn't seen her nude since we were little girls taking a bath together. She took off her undershirt and I froze.

“Holy shit, Delilah! What the hell happened to you?” I exclaimed in amazement.

“What?” she looked down in complete bewilderment.

“You're…” I tried to think of the right word to tell your little sister that she's hot, it escaped me, “…I mean, damn girl.”

Of course, I knew that she was taller than I, but ever since her transformation from cheerleader to “sk8r gurl” she kind of kept her body covered. Plus, I had been away at college for the past few years and hadn't seen her on a regular basis. But, the past couple of years had been good to my once scrawny little sister.

Her curves were voluptuous, but mounted on muscles carved from stone. Her religious addiction to skateboarding had given her maybe the most athletic body I had ever seen. Also, my size small tank top and shorts were having a hard time holding in big boobs and round ass. There was no doubt she would have no problem holding up her end of the bargain. She would attract the wingmen like bees to honey.

She smiled at my loss of vocabulary, “Thanks. You think this will get "em?”

“No problem.”

“Good, now here's how we're going to do it. I'm going to start picking them off one at a time. Once you have Parker alone, you work your magic with him. He still has a thing for you, I could tell by the way he looked at you all night. Allison knew it, too. I think that's why she took us into the bathroom. She wanted to scare the shit out of you wouldn't try anything.

Anyway, get him alone and fuck his brains out if you have to; show him what he'll be missing.”

I was a little surprised at her frankness and it must have shown on my face.

“What? I'm serious. Fuck him stupid. You know he likes it or he wouldn't keep coming back.”

“I know. I can take care of my part, but are you sure you want to do this?”

“Leah, you don't really believe all that straight edge bullshit I feed to mom and dad, do you? This will be my pleasure. I've had sex with more guys than this in one night. With a body like this, I get all I want,” she proclaimed, posing with her hands on her hips.

Well, that was a bummer. She had had sex with more guys in one night than I had in my entire life and her pose was goddess-like. I little punch of envy hit me in the stomach for the second time that day.

“Alright, let's go. Follow me and remember, do not drink from any other bottle than your own. We need to stay clear-headed.”

We came to the top of the stairs and as the guys turned towards us, I might as well had not even been there. Delilah demanded everyone's direct attention…even Parker's.

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“So, what do you boys want to do?” Delilah asked. It was a simple enough question, but the way in which she asked it laid miles and miles of sexual undertones.

“Well, we got the karaoke set-up,” Parker offered, trying to maintain control over the situation. But, his will was like a twig standing in the path of the force of nature which was Hurricane Delilah.

“Oh, I was hoping we could play a drinking game or something. Leah and I came here to relax and forget about life back home for a bit. I know this one, it's called Three Man. Have y'all played it before?”

"Y'all,' I thought to myself. Boy, she was laying it on thick. Delilah had always despised the drawl that all the southern belles used, but she was using it as if it were completely natural. It sounded sweeter than honey and the boys seemed to be eating it up.

“Parker, we need some dice,” Delilah commanded. She then explained the rules and within five minutes the group was on its way to intoxication. All except for Parker, who said he would just watch because he had to pick up Allison tomorrow morning for church and needed to go to bed soon.

After about 30 minutes, Parker went to bed. I figured this wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe if he were asleep, I couldn't sneak into his room and gently “wake him up”. He used to like that when we were together. His favorite time to have sex was in the morning and he really liked it when I would start things while he was asleep. He always said he liked the feeling of dreaming about sex and then waking up to find that you actually are having sex.

By this time some of the guys were really starting to get drunk. Mason was the first to fall victim to Delilah's plan. He was unlucky enough to stay the Three Man (the person who drinks every time a 3, or total of 3, is rolled) in the game for so many rounds that he had almost drained his bottle of Jack Daniels. Although it was the bump on the head that he received on a trip to the bathroom that finally did him in.

We were afraid that we might have to take him to the hospital, but he convinced us he was okay. He passed out sitting up with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands. He stayed in that position the rest of the night. One down, three to go…

I spent the next hour with my top off due to a rule made when someone rolled snake eyes that stated, “anyone who was under 5'8” must take off all the clothes above the waist.” I wish I had something to drink other than water. It might have been easier to do that. Not that I'm too shy about my body, but it was pretty obvious that everyone of the guys were making mental comparisons between me and my sister.

The next to go was Parker's little brother, Devin. He made a mad rush for the bathroom and we could hear him getting sick in the toilet. He stayed in there for about 15 minutes more before J.P. went to check on him. J.P. came back and declared that Devin had passed out by the toilet. Two down, two to go…

The rules kept getting more sexual in nature as our blood alcohol content rose until Delilah's rule that, “anyone with a dick must go in that room and fuck me” sounded like a normal request. As she marched the remaining two contestants with penises into the designated room, she waved me on to Parker's room. Now was my chance.

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“Shut up! I don't give a flying fuck what you have to say! This is how it's going to be! Parker is going to take me home now and you are going to go back to his place and go straight to bed!

I eased the door to Parker's room open and slid through the doorway. The moonlight shone through the wood blinds and I could faintly see Parker lying on his back. I crept over to the opposite side of his queen size bed. After pulling off Delilah's baggy clothing, I pulled back the covers and slid in beside him.

Parker has always been a heavy sleeper which made our waking up game possible in the first place. I slid my hand underneath the covers and went straight for his manhood. The first part of my job was already done for me. He appeared to be having a really good dream because his member was as hard as a rock.

It had been about 3 years since the last time we had sex and I had either forgotten how big Parker was or he had grown a bit. When I grabbed a hold of his penis, I couldn't get my hand and the entire girth of his rod. I felt myself get a little moist at the thought of his fat cock filling me up. I really did miss that feeling.

It took all of my will to keep me from sliding myself onto him and waking him up the way we used to. With us not going out and me not knowing if he really wanted to have sex with me, mounting him without permission seemed something akin to rape.

Instead, I continued to jack him off, faster and faster until I could see that he was beginning to awaken.

“Do you still like this?” I said in my sexiest voice.

“Hmm, Mmm,” he responded groggily. I could tell he had no idea who was caressing his dick.

“Would you like me to give you a blowjob?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I ducked under the covers and took him into my mouth. As I began to bob up and down, I realized my assessment was correct, he was definitely bigger. He responded to me almost immediately and he began to moan; louder and louder until…

“Oh, Delilah.”

I stopped. So, that was what had my ex-boyfriend's cock standing at attention…my little sister?

I poked my head back above the blankets. Parker was awake and aware of his sexual faux pas.

“Leah, I'm sorry. Wait, what the hell am I sorry for? You were…” he said, but I cut him off.

“Is that what you want? Because she would probably do it. You could have us both,” I offered.

“Uh…I…”

I never got to hear his answer because the door flew open and light flooded the room.

“Sweet. You guys having a slumber party?” J.P. said as he ran and jumped on to the bed, “But, don't you need to get some sleep, Park? I'll tell you what, Leah and I will go back to her room and party down there. You get some sleep.”

I felt myself being lifted from the bed and carried into the hall. J.P. closed and locked the door behind us. He continued to carry me toward the guest bedroom.

“Put me down, I can make it on my own,” I protested.

He placed me on my feet and I stomped my way downstairs. J.P. remained close in tow behind me. He was determined, I'll give him that. When we reached the basement landing, I rounded on him.

“There you go, I'm safe and sound in my cell!” I yelled in my nude state.

“Listen, Leah, I'm so sorry. I promised him that I wouldn't let anything happen.”

“Well, you're free of your burden now. I won't bother him. Delilah and I will load up in the morning and you won't see us again!” I continued to scream at him. The effect on him was not what I had expected.

“You're not a burden, Leah,” his voice was shaky and his tears seemed to be welling up in his eyes, “I didn't want it to be like this.”

My anger ebbed away as I looked into his eyes, “Oh, J.P., I know you were just doing what Parker asked you to do. I'm sorry, I shouldn't take it out on you. You're just doing what any good friend would do.”

“He didn't ask me. I volunteered to do it.”

“I don't understand.”

“When I heard you were coming into town, I volunteered to be your escort tonight and if something like this happened, to keep you from him.”

“But, why? Don't you like me? Do you just want to keep us apart?”

“You're half right. I want to keep you apart because I do like you. I always have, even when you and Parker were together, you were all I could think about. I wanted to use this situation so I could talk to you by myself.”

“Really? You like me?”

“I know, it's crazy, but I still to this day think about you all the time.”

“J.P., that's so sweet. I had no idea you felt that way about me.”

He smiled sheepishly.

I leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned and I caught him full on the lips. I broke away quickly and looked at him sternly. The anger swelled in me again, but subsided as quickly as it came when I realized that I kind of liked that. I made my move back to those lips and was met with a passion equal to my own on the other side.

Before I knew what was happening, we were both stripping him down. Finally only his boxers remained. I pulled myself from his lips and lowered myself to my knees. I grabbed his waistband and unwrapped my prize.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

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This was the biggest dick I'd ever seen. He was already bigger than Parker and he was completely flaccid.

“What's wrong?” J.P. asked.

“Nothing's wrong. I was just startled. Your dick is huge! I've never seen one so big!” I exclaimed.

“Bigger than Parker's?” he asked with a smile.

I laughed out loud. “Right now you're bigger than he is when he's got a boner.”

My mention of his massive size must have turned him on a bit because his cock was lengthening right before my eyes. "Damn, I'm never going to get all that in,' I remember thinking.

I tentatively reached a hand up to his crotch and grabbed a hold of his shaft, or as much as I could. His cock was unbelievably thick, at least the circumference of a can of coke. I lifted his heavy member and began to stroke it.

As I did, I was struck again, this time by the sheer volume of his balls. The orbs had been partially covered by his gargantuan appendage, but even so, I don't know how I missed them before. They were the size of large eggs and my other hand just had to explore their vastness.

I continued to stroke him and his penis reached lengths that I would have thought unimaginable just minutes ago. The growth finally seemed to subside and his organ was as hard as a diamond. I stopped jerking him off and just marveled at the immensity of his organ.

“How big is it?” I asked as I continued to gaze.

“About 8 ½”, but it's over 9” around it,” he said casually, like a dick like his came along everyday.

“I want you to fuck the hell out of me with that thing,” I said with a calmness that belied the urges developing in me. I could feel the dampness between my legs. When I took off my bra and panties, teasing him all the while, I noticed that my panties were actually dripping with my own juices as I flung them across the room with my foot.

“Damn, Leah, you're even sexier than I had ever imagined. I can't count the times that I've jerked off thinking about you and even in my best fantasies, I never imagined you were half this hot.”

“Really? To me?” I felt another drop of juices running down between my thighs.

“Hell, yeah, you're fucking gorgeous!”

“Well, I'll tell you what, why don't you lay down on that bed and let me fulfill your fantasies. I extended my hand to his chest and pushed him gently on to his back. His cock stood up in the air, tilting just a tad. I was reminded of the Leaning Tower of Pisa as I climbed on to the bed. I stood up and placed a foot on each side of his waist.

“Now, listen, you just lay there because I'd rather not die from being impaled by a dick. Let me get used to it for a bit,” I said, laying down the rules of engagement.

“Mmm Hmm,” he responded making a guttural sound of affirmation. I couldn't tell if he was really listening to me or not because he seemed to be preoccupied with my pussy.

I slowly lowered myself on to his cockhead. I could feel my cunt being stretched to the limit and I pulled back. "Damn, I don't even think I got the head all the way in,' I thought. I am going to through a shit load of pain before I get much pleasure at all.

I pressed down against his swollen member again. I felt him slide in a bit further this time. I was about to retreat when J.P. thrust his hips forward and slammed several more inches into me.

“Ow, fuck!” I screamed, “What the hell? I told you to lay still. Jesus, that fucking hurt!” I winced as I rubbed my wounded vagina.

“I'm sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“It's okay, but you have to be careful with that thing. It's not like I go around shoving Coke cans up my vag on a regular basis. Be patient and give me a sec.”

“Okay, I'm sorry.” And he truly looked it.

I started the process again and although it hurt like fuck (literally), J.P.'s stunt may have helped a bit. I began to slide myself up and down on his fat cock in a rhythmic motion. The pain was ebbing and sheer pleasure of my pussy being filled up more than I could have ever imagined was taking its place.

My pace increased and to my surprise I felt my ass bump against his huge balls first the first time. I looked to the point where our two bodies became one and was astonished to see that I was taking all 8 ½” into my love cave. I looked into J.P.'s face and saw the same amazement. It was then that the sex became more than just me riding my stallion. It became something bestial; raw and powerful.

My steed began to buck against the cadence of my gyrations; pounding his rod deeper and deeper. I was not going to chastise him this time for his disobedience. This time I wanted it and he knew it. Now I wanted him to punish me and that's exactly what he did.

With one quick motion, I felt myself being lifted in the air. He flipped me around and placed me on my hands and knees. He was standing beside the bed and was entering me from behind. I still to this day have no idea how he did it, but his cock never left my pussy.

After gaining his footing he began again to plow his engorged member into my slit. He was more powerful than I had thought. If Parker had ever taken me this way, I don't think I ever would have broken-up with him.

J.P. was something different though, he was feral and brutish. He was untamed. I breathed in his scent and was intoxicated. I had never known such pleasure. It was so natural. We were just a man and a woman doing the most instinctual of all acts.

Once more J.P. changed our positions as he flipped me over like a rag doll and continued to pound on my pussy. The animalistic sounds that came from deep inside us intensified in volume and yearning. Our grinding became more and more intensely fierce until we could take no more.

“Shoot it all over me!” I screamed as I felt the first wave of orgasm rush over me. It was something that I always requested and my reasons never had anything to do with getting pregnant or anything like that.

I loved the shame of someone dumping their load on me like I was not worthy of their seed, but more than that, I love to show my own talent.

He removed his cock and began stroke it. He fired load after load of creamy, white juice on my face and torso, but as he did I gave him a surprise he was not ready for.

I felt my pussy explode and gallons of my own juices showered J.P. in return. Every wave of orgasm brought another blast from my opening. I raised my hips and literally covered him from head to toe with the spray. It was a little talent that Parker and I had discovered long ago…I am a squirter.

J.P. just stood there for a second, looking at me. Finally he exclaimed, “That was fucking awesome! Park said you could do that, but you can't imagine until you've seen it! Holy shit, that was so fucking cool!”

From the darkened corner of the bedroom came an almost equally excited voice, “No shit!”

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Doug’s Comeuppance: Part 2

I pulled myself out of the room as quickly as I could. Though Mark saw me, it didn’t seem to stop his onslaught in Charlotte. The rhythm of the bed springs was uninterrupted. “Forget him,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”

I closed the door and got out of there. I moved into the living room as quietly as I could. I went to Julie who was watching the snow. She had turned on the radio to the local station and was listening. “Roads are closed,” she said. “At least until morning.”

“Julie,” I said. “I think Mark saw me.”

“Well, good for him. I felt horrible watching them. I wouldn’t blame him if he got really upset.”

“But they’re doing something immoral,” I said.

“Voyeurism is moral?” asked Julie. “I don’t think you’re one to talk.”

“You watched them too.”

“At least I’m sorry about it,” she said.

I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. “I’m closing down this vacation,” I said. “I didn’t want to be here anyway.” It occurred to me that I could be the good guy here. I would let the boy have Charlotte, step out of the way. If she was such a whore for wanting an under-aged lover instead of a full-grown man, who was I to step in the way of her perversion? I could be the nice one.

“I told you, the roads are closed.” Julie said it with a tone that didn’t just correct me, to provide me with new information. She was defying me, grateful to be giving me the news, wishing she could have caused the road closures herself.

With a reflex borne from so many years of marriage, I raised my right hand that was carrying the cell phone, looking for a place to strike her that wouldn’t be obvious to our houseguests. Suddenly, I decided I didn’t care about that anymore. I brought my hand down across her head. Still, she defied me. She made a stone of her face, kept her eyes on me, didn’t even blink.

It was a nice blow, right across her left cheek, just under her eye. By the time I finished my swing, I could already tell that cheek and eye were going to black and blue in no time. The force of the blow moved her head back but once I’d finished, she resumed her position, looking at me, telling me again that the road is closed.

“Bitch,” I said. My right hand was still in the follow-through. Bringing it back for another swing would put a bruise on her right cheek and eye. “Just for symmetry,” I said to her. This time, her face did change to a look of shock. I thought it was funny that she didn’t mind purple on one side of her face, but both sides seemed to fill her with horror. At least, that’s what I thought.

It turned out she wasn’t looking at me at all. She was looking beyond me, behind me. She didn’t say a word as the back of my hand came down toward her, and was stopped by another hand. She didn’t say a word when another hand threw me against the wall. My cell phone was gone now, all I could feel was the oak paneling as my face was pushed against it. “Who’s a bitch, Bitch?” asked Mark, loudly and an inch from my ear.

I fought it but he would let me go. I tried to push against the wall to free myself but he was too strong. Only when I stopped struggling, when it was clear that he was the one in control, did he release his grip. I stayed at the wall for a second, long enough to shape my face to not show fear, and then turned around.

Mark stood in my living room. He had hastily put on his boxer shorts but his dick was not contained by it. It hung like a hose out the left leg of the shorts. Charlotte was still naked, sitting on the couch with Julie, looking at her wound. “I’ll get some ice,” she told Julie. Charlotte stood up, her breasts and thighs still dripping with Mark’s goo.

Mark took Charlotte’s place, next to Julie, looking at her wounds. “I’m OK,” she told the boy. “Really, I am.”

“Why did he hurt you?” Mark asked.

“Jealous of you,” said Julie.

I made a noise. Julie was talking such nonsense.

“Shut up,” said Mark.

“I’m not jealous of you,” I insisted.

Mark stood up. This time, his cock hung more limp than before, still out the shorts, but it only emphasized how powerful it was in its flaccid state. Mark’s chest swelled, his huge muscular arms tensed as one raised at me. Reflexively, I backed away, fearful of his strength though we were already several feet apart. “Shut up,” he repeated.

Mark sat back down and Charlotte joined him on the other side of Julie. Charlotte gave Mark the ice and he applied to the side of Julie cheek. “Thanks,” Julie said to Mark. Charlotte rubbed Julie’s shoulder but it didn’t take her attention away from the boy. As he held the ice to her cheek, Julie reached up to Mark’s hand, stroked his finger. “You make me feel so much better.”

“Why did Doug do this?” asked Charlotte. “What could he be jealous of?” She seemed to be asking everyone on the couch. I felt like a ghost.

“Cock,” said Julie.

“But Doug has a nice big cock,” Charlotte said. Then quickly added, “you said.” Charlotte and I had never fucked, she’d never seen my cock, so I guessed I was a legend in their social circle.

“Not like Mark’s,” said Julie. “Nothing like yours,” she said into Mark’s eyes.

Mark’s other hand glided slowly to Julie’s breasts. They looked swollen to me. Julie’s hands were moving southward, toward the thick hose outside Mark’s shorts. Both seemed to be trying to keep their activity from Charlotte’s view. No one seemed to care what I saw. When Julie’s hand reached the plump pink head of Mark’s cock, she cradled it in her hand like it was an apple. “So heavy,” she said to him, almost with a whisper.

Mark leaned over and kissed her. Julie returned the kiss, easing her tongue into his mouth.

“Hey,” said Charlotte. “Hey, stop that.”

“Yeah,” I said.

Mark did stop it, pulling away from Julie. He looked at me first, pointed a finger at me, and said, “I’ll get to you.” To Charlotte, he said, “Baby, I know this upsets you but you know this is always going to be a problem for us. I’ve never had just one woman and you knew when you asked me to marry you that I couldn’t be faithful. I will always love you but every now and then, I need to have sex with another woman. No woman, no matter how athletic and horny, is going to keep up with my needs. You understand that?”

Charlotte nodded. “You love me?”

“Of course I do Baby,” he replied. “I am going to fuck your friend but I’ll still love only you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I expected Julie to jump off the couch and yell something like she would never fuck a teenage boy. Instead, she sat there calmly listening, holding Mark’s hand with the ice to her cheek. With her other hand, she softly massaged the head and the four inches of thick cock dangling down from his thigh.

“As for you,” said Mark. “Your wife is hurt. You will not touch her again, unless she wants you to. And you certainly won’t touch her until I’m done with her, you understand?”

Julie smiled at Mark. “You’ll protect me, won’t you?” she asked him.

Mark kept his eyes on me. “Yes or fucking no,” he said. “Do you fucking understand me?”

“Yes,” I said.

Mark kept his gaze on me. The muscles in his body tensed. He was getting ready to stand up.

“I understand,” I said. “I understand.”

Mark turned his attention back to Julie. “It’s OK,” he told her. “Believe it or not, this has happened to me before.”

“Really?” Julie asked. Her hand was now stroking Mark’s lengthening cock. Charlotte was getting almost as irritated with this as I was.

“Sure,” Mark said. “When I was a kid, I had a lot of this kind of trouble. I didn’t understand it then. When I was in junior high school, I got three teachers pregnant, almost at the same time. The three women knew each other, each knew I was the father of all three babies.”

“You have three kids?” said Julie.

“I have twelve that I know about,” said Mark. “Seven girls, five boys. All of the moms were married.”

“Husbands found out?” Julie asked.

“I’ve been caught now and then,” said Mark. “A few years ago, I was fucking this mom, a neighbor. She was like, my third girlfriend. Her husband was working late. Her kids were at a babysitter. She took me up to the master bedroom. It was a little weird because it was where she and her husband fucked. She throws me on the bed. At the time, I was barely five feet tall, she was a few inches taller. In seconds, we’re fucking hard.”

For the first time, Mark seemed to notice Julie’s stroking of his cock. He looked down at her and smiled. “Anyway, she liked it from behind because she thought she could get pregnant easier that way. I mean, she wanted to have my baby.”

“I told you he was popular,” said Charlotte to Julie. She wasn’t smiling. She said “popular’ like it was an infliction.

Mark ignored the tone if not the comment entirely. “I was humping back there pretty hard. I was just a kid so I thought this was just fun, like playing football. I knew a husband wouldn’t like it but I didn’t expect anyone to react violently. After all, it’s like football to me, except everyone gets a chance to be quarterback.

“She wanted me to come when she did, she thought it would increase her chances of fertilization. I mean she had this figured out. So, we’re both concentrating. My hands and eyes were glued to her ass as it moved back and forth over my cock. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and guess what’s there?”

“Her husband?” said Julie. Charlotte and I both rolled our eyes.

“Yup,” said Mark. “He attacked me, swinging his suitcase. I didn’t expect that. I pushed him down and tried to get out. The woman is trying to get me to stay, yelling at her husband to leave us alone for a few minutes. I kept telling the husband that I was leaving and that he could start fucking her now. I was so naïve.”

Julie was laughing. Charlotte had heard the story before. “I was trying to get the husband to take his turn,” Mark added, making Julie laugh more.

“What happened?”

“This husband kept swinging at me. Finally, I belted him. He didn’t expect the punch. It didn’t knock him out but he fell back into a chair. I think that was when he noticed my cock for the first time. He looked stunned. I was still about half erect, nine inches long at the time, if you can believe some girls.”

“You were always big?” asked Julie.

Charlotte got up and said, “I’ve heard this all before.” She stretched out her naked body. Mark’s goo now formed crusts on her otherwise flawless skin. I’m going to bed. You coming too, Baby?”

“In a little while,” said Mark. “I want to talk to Julie some more.”

Charlotte stomped her foot in a tantrum but marched herself to bed.

“I’m leaving,” I said. “The three of you can have each other.”

“You can’t go anywhere, Honey,” said Julie. “The roads are closed, remember?”

“I’ll walk,” I said.

“It’s a blizzard out there,” said Julie. “It’s a mile to the next cabin, another mile to the main road, and three miles from there to the highway. Not even the highway is going to get plowed until morning. You’ll have to stay here.”

“You planned this vacation real good,” I said.

I thought Mark would react angrily to my sarcasm so I prepared for him to strike. Instead, he stood up, letting the ice pack fall from her bruise cheek. He faced her and let her hold his giant log of a penis with both her hands. “I think so too,” he said to her.

I just wanted to get away from them so I started going to our bedroom, the last place I had fucked Julie. But instead, I found myself going over to Charlotte’s bedroom. Mark and Julie seemed not the least bit interested in where I was going anyway. Also, I thought maybe I had a chance with Charlotte, maybe she would see the error of her ways, and go for me. She would have to shower off the boy cum from her tits but I might be fucking her real soon, I thought.

When I stepped into the bedroom, things couldn’t have been better for me. Charlotte lay on the bed face down, crying her heart out. Her firm ass cheeks formed perfect domes, the crevice in the middle looked like Shangri-la to me.

I undressed from the waist down, massaging my own cock to full erection. No woman had ever resisted the smell and taste of my monster cock. I came up to the bed; her eyes were closed, tears leaking through her long dark lashes. I moved the head of my cock to her lips. As a reflex, her mouth wrapped around the head and she started to gently suck.

I ran my fingers through her hair as I rocked my hips back and forth. She was doing this like a pro, with lips born to be violated by a big cock. Her cheeks were full as her mouth took the head and some of the shaft. Her lips gently stroked my cock, making it swell even thicker. It was an E-ticket blow job, one of the best of my life.

“That’s right, baby,” I said. “You’re doing fine.”

Charlotte opened her eyes suddenly. Her mouth opened just wide enough to pull off my cock with a minimum amount of teeth damage. Still, the head of my cock stung a little bit from the scraping action. Charlotte backed away from the bed. “You pervert,” she said. “You tried to rape my mouth.”

“Hey,” I countered. “You were sucking on it.”

“I thought you were Mark,” she said. “He sometimes does that when I’m upset.” She turned her head to the ceiling. “I should have known. I knew it was too small to be Mark’s cock.”

“Too small?” I was aghast. The insults just kept on coming tonight. I put back on my pants.

Charlotte bounded off the bed. She headed straight for the door to the living room. Her crying had slowed now to just sniffles but she was interested in getting all the drama she could. I followed her out and we both saw Mark and Julie at the same time. “Your husband stuck his tiny dick in my mouth,” Charlotte said to Julie.

At that very moment, Julie had her lips wrapped around two-thirds of the head of Mark’s cock. It was all she could cram in there. She turned her head to look at Charlotte but Mark’s cock stayed in her mouth. Only some very powerful suction on the part of Julie could have kept the heavy wedge of Mark’s cock still pressed to her lips.

“Do you mind?” asked Mark. “We’re a little busy as you can see.” To emphasize his point, Julie turned her attention to Mark’s veiny thick cock, stroking its length with two hands as she kept her mouth busy.

“It’s not tiny, you fuck,” I said to Charlotte.

That stopped everything. Mark gently pushed Julie’s cock-sucking lips back off his cock. He then hoisted his meat from her face. “What did you call her?” Mark asked.

“It’s not tiny,” I said, hoping Mark wouldn’t press the issue of what I just called his bride. Also, I had put my cock in Charlotte’s mouth though she seemed to be enjoying it at the time. “I have a big cock,” I said, trying to sound confident but unsure I was succeeding.

“He think his cock his bigger than yours,” said Julie. “Really, My Love. He told me so.”

My Love? She called him that.

“Let’s see,” said Mark.

“See what?” I asked.

“Your “big cock’”, Mark said.

“No, I’m not going to show it to you.”

“Now, you little fuck.” Mark said this with such calm; it was creepy.

I pulled down my pants. All six flaccid inches fell out.

“Respectable,” he said, nodding. “OK, let the ladies be the judge.”

He came up along side of me. “Julie, come over here and kneel in front of my cock. Charlotte, kneel in front of Doug’s.”

“Why do I get Doug?” asked Charlotte as she knelt down.

“It’s just a test, Baby,” said Mark. “Be over in a minute.” He put his hands to his hips. “OK, ladies. Let’s do this. Hoist our dicks straight out, no stretching.”

I did stretch it. Charlotte held my cock with a firm grip and I backed up best I could, just to grab a pitiful eighth of an inch. I estimated my dick at a shameful six flaccid inches. Mark, eighteen years old and the father of twelve, had at least an inch on that. “Mark’s bigger,” Julie and Charlotte agreed.

“Soft cock isn’t important though,” said Mark. “Everyone knows that you can’t fuck a beautiful lady with a soft cock no matter how big.” He smiled down at Julie and she smiled back, tenderly stroking the boy’s penis like a pet hamster.

“Let’s get hard,” said Mark. “Ladies, suck that cock.”

Julie immediately threw herself into the cock sucking. Her lips parted as wide as she could to take in Mark’s massive swollen purple head. Charlotte was less enthusiastic.

“It may take you a little longer to get fully hard,” said Mark, smiling broadly. “In fairness, we’ll wait.”

Charlotte managed to get the whole head of my cock in her mouth and was working on the shaft. Her hands were working furiously, not out of enthusiasm, just to get it over with.

Mark’s cock, on the other hand, was already bigger than mine ever would be. I could admit that to myself. But soon everyone would be saying it, saying it aloud. Julie was furiously sucking Mark’s cock, all the while her hands were busy stroking the thick tube of flesh, a penis so superior to my own, I wished it were my own.

“You ready there, Doug?” asked Mark.

I gulped. He took that for a “yes.’

“Okay then,” Mark said. “Ladies, what’s the verdict?”

“Well,” said Charlotte. “Mark’s cock is a lot thicker, but just ittle bigger bit longer than Doug’s. I think so just a little bit.” She laughed as she said it. The reason is that Mark’s cock did appear only a little bit longer. That was only because Julie had managed to cram the head of Mark’s cock in her mouth. Even without that, just the shaft of his cock was clearly an inch or more longer than my entire cock, from pubes to tip. His superior thickness, I tried not to think about.

“Julie, you want to, oh never mind.” Mark put his hands around Julie’s face as he started moving his hips gently in time to her cock sucking rhythm. “I think the contest is over. Is the verdict unanimous?”

Charlotte said “yes.” Julie made a gurgle sound and nodded her head, making Mark’s still lengthening cock nod also. After another second or two, Julie popped Mark’s cock from her mouth and started licking and kissing the shaft. “It’s still growing,” she said. “It got too big for my mouth.”

Julie stood up, leaving her hands on Mark’s firm cock. She kissed Mark a lover’s kiss. Their passions rose and Mark’s cock pointed ever upward between Julie’s legs. With ease, Mark lifted Julie and put her back onto the couch.

“You guys can stay and watch this if you want,” Mark said.

I said nothing. “I’m not going anywhere where I might be alone with him,” Charlotte said, pointing at me. My cock went to limp in record time.

“Fine with me,” he said. He sat down on the couch and Julie straddled his legs, his engorged cock between them. It was going to be a long night.

Julie leaned in and kissed Mark. His huge dick (now I could admit it) plunged upward between her breasts. Her hands were caressing its thickness with a lovingness that she never exhibited with mine. It reminded me that no woman had ever treated my dick with the reverence my wife did toward Mark’s. Meanwhile her lips and tongue were moving across Mark’s, letting him know that she would do anything for him.

Her mouth went down to the tip of his cock. For a moment, it looked like she was going to try to stuff the tip into her mouth, like trying to swallow a baseball. She gave up quickly and ran her tongue over the head. Mark took a few deep breaths, the muscles in the chest stretching, his own hands running through my wife’s hair. The boy was loving all the things my wife was willing to do for him.

“I want to put you inside me,” she said, as she kissed his neck. “I want you so bad.”

Charlotte watched as her teenage lover’s penis shook with every beat of his heart. His pleasure was her pain. I could see a tear run down her cheek. “Oh, Baby,” she said. “Go inside me instead,” she begged. Charlotte sat herself down on the couch next to them. “I’m ready for you, Baby,” she breathed as she lifted her knees.

Mark lifted himself off the couch. My wife held on to him and was easily lifted along with him. I had never realized until this moment how extraordinary my wife’s body was. She was, I think, the sexiest woman in the world, maybe with the single exception of Charlotte. No other woman I had been with could compare with her large DD breasts that still fought gravity and won. She leaned away from Mark slightly and still her tit flesh was pressed against Mark’s chest. Her shapely legs were wrapped around Mark’s trim waist, the muscles holding tight to his body. Mark’s penis jutted out along the crack between the firm globes of Julie’s ass.

Mark turned and put Julie down next to Charlotte. Charlotte had her legs hiked up, her hands held her knees to give Mark’s huge log the easiest path to her dripping pussy. But Mark’s attention was on the woman in front of him, the one who hesitated giving up her embrace of him. Mark pulled Julie’s legs apart and she cooperated. Her hands went to Mark’s cock, working the shaft like a butter churn. Meanwhile, she kept her eyes on Mark’s face, maybe afraid to look down at the powerful intruder she wanted so desperately to enter her.

He kissed her on the lips as his right hand massaged her vagina gently. Though my dick had ruined her for most men, this boy had so much more to offer. After a while, he looked at her in the eyes, brought his right hand up to her face, his fingers dripping with her juices, and asked, “Are you ready?”

Julie nodded, though still unsure. Mark seemed unsure himself. He studied her vagina the way her obstetrician did when he was measuring her readiness for giving birth. Mark was making similar measurements, getting her ready to shove something almost the size of a baby’s head, but make it feel good.

He pressed his cock at her entrance. He smacked his cock up and down a few times, her pussy’s wetness sending droplets flying like boiling water. Julie’s took deep breaths, anxious, fearful, anticipating the pleasure to come. Her hands came down to his cock to guide it, gauging its thickness.

Mark pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. He pushed a little bit. Charlotte and I both watched the epic struggle of something hungered for yet too big makings its way into a space that was eager yet too small. Mark’s shaft was stretched tight and the cock looked like it could punch its way through a wall. But my dear wife Julie’s body resisted Mark’s battering ram, though she herself grasped his buttocks and pressed him toward her, each penetration made her whimper.

Julie started to cry. Mark stopped, pulling away, betraying his frustration.

“Here, Baby,” said Charlotte. “I can take you right now.”

“After her,” Mark said. “You want me to fuck you,” he bargained with Charlotte, “you help me get into Julie.”

Charlotte dropped her legs to the ground. She gave it a second’s thought, then seemed to study the problem. “OK, Baby,” she said. “I’ll work on it.”

She got off the couch and moved her face between Julie’s legs. “Help me,” said Julie to Charlotte. “I know you love him but I need him.”

Charlotte nodded. “I’m going to help. I’ve been right where you are,” she said. “Gazing at the most magnificent cock in the world and unable to take it. But I can help you,” she added before gently kissing Julie between the legs.

Julie was already aroused when Charlotte went to work. Julie’s head went back and she was already cumming after only a few seconds. Charlotte continued her work, sucking on Julie’s engorged clit, licking her walls, all the while holding her legs so Julie could relax. Julie was anything but relaxed, her breathing was rapid and she convulsed, screaming all the while.

For Mark, his cock got even bigger, if that were possible. Julie managed to grab a hold of it and stroke it with the rhythm Charlotte was setting at Julie’s warm wet pussy. It was difficult to tell who was in control now : Charlotte setting the pace, Julie making herself ready, or Mark, the prize for both girls.

Charlotte continued her work on preparing Julie. Her saliva mixed with Julie’s own pussy juices dripped from her lips and puddled onto the carpet. Charlotte was in a slurping moaning festival of cunt licking. She was on all fours, her pussy on display at her rear, red and engorged, betraying her enjoyment in preparing my Julie for the teenager’s cock that was bigger than mine. “I think you’re as ready as you ever will be,” Charlotte told Julie. Charlotte pulled herself off her, then fell backward. Her hand went between her legs and started to stimulate herself.

“Cmon Baby,” Charlotte begged Mark. “Finish me off. Take you a minute.”

Mark went down on the floor with her. Her knees rose up to meet him. They were practiced lovers, as familiar with each other’s body as any married couple. They were already naked, aroused, and ready. Mark pushed his cock into her easily and Charlotte took a deep breath. He fucked her wildly for only a minute but it was the most energetic fucking I’d ever seen. His ass rose and fell like a jackhammer but he never broke a sweat, never went out of breath. Charlotte came quickly, fiercely, holding Mark’s ass and pulling him in deeper. She kissed him hard. “I’m coming so hard, Baby.” Their lips mashed together, giving Mark a taste of Julie’s pussy juices still shiny on Charlotte’s mouth.

I was aroused as well. My cock was back out and I reflexively stroked it.

Julie paid no attention. Her attention was only on Mark. “Please Baby,” she breathed. “I need you bad.”

Mark nodded. “Sure, Julie,” he said. He pulled himself off of Charlotte, his cock now like a bar of iron; its huge head moved in slow motion, the bow of the ship turning. “I don’t want to hurt you though.”

“He can hurt you,” said Charlotte, between deep breaths. “Trust me. He hurt me when we first did it and,” she inhaled deeply, “I practically raped him.”

Mark sat himself on the couch next to Julie. His cock towered, its shadow now fell on Julie’s thighs. “Mount me,” he told her. “It’s easier that way.”

Julie hesitated. I thought she was having second thoughts about betraying our marriage. Maybe she rethought the morality of having sex with someone old enough to be her son or even grandson. That was just wishful thinking. Her eyes were glued to the cock, the source of her current fear and future pleasure.

“Oh Baby,” she said. She straddled his naked body. His cock was behind her, running straight up the crack of her ass and up her back. It’s placement right there made me realized how impossible it would be for any woman to take a cock that size all the way inside her, how far up it go into her internal organs, all the right through to her lungs. Half his cock would be enough for any woman.

She leaned forward and kissed him gently, then passionately, guiding his hands toward her big heaving breasts and swollen nipples. Charlotte wasn’t just hanging around. Still on her knees, she wrapped both her hands around Mark’s cock and stroked it. I thought she might be trying to get him to cum early, so he would not be able to penetrate Julie, or maybe just to postpone him a little. Mark wasn’t sitting passive either. He was giving Julie a ride, lifting her up and down by his hips like she was riding a bronco.

If I was right about Charlotte trying to get her teen fiancé to premature ejaculate all over my wife’s back and hair, it was doomed to failure. My wife was starting to move her ass up and down along his cock, as ready as ever to take him. Her hand reached behind her and pulled Mark’s cock from Charlotte’s grasp.

She lifted her ass up. There was not enough room to clear his cock so she had to get her feet up onto the couch to lift her pussy high enough. Once the cock was between her legs, she moved down until her pussy sat on the head. “I love you, Baby,” she told him. Then she moved her body down onto the cock.

The head of Mark’s cock pried open Julie’s engorged pussy. “It’s too big,” said Julie to Mark. “But my love will give me the power to take it.’

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Oh Brother.” She stood up and watched as Julie took Mark for the first time. She was torn between helping her best friend fuck the boy she loved and storming out. She could never do the later any more than I could. She was doomed to watch the entire show, no matter how humiliating.

“Hmmmmm,” Julie moaned. “Oh God, Baby, you have the best body of any man I know.” Her pussy had successfully engulfed the head of his cock and was moving slowly down its shaft. She was further inspired by Mark’s muscular chest and shoulder as he worked his lips over her hot nipples.

“You’ll never get her back,” Charlotte said to me. “No man can compare to what Mark is giving her now. And forget about what he’s going to give her. That cock will make her a slave to him. You’ll see.”

“Oh God…Oh God…” Julie chanted. An inch or two of shaft disappeared inside her. She started moving up and down on the shiny cock.

“Uh…uh…uh” she said with each breath. She was fucking him now with only a fraction of his cock. His hands and moved to her firm round ass, helping her to lift from his cock before letting her come back down. His pace was gentle but Julie writhed like she was being furiously fucked.

Mark started to pull himself off the couch. Julie squealed as Mark lifted her up. In an instant, he was standing up, tossing my wife up a few inches, her pussy gliding up his cock, before letting it drop slowly down its shaft. Her hands were wrapped around his shoulder. “Oh God, Baby” she said. “I’m gonna cum hard,” she said. “Owww owww owww…oh…I’m gonna come Baby…I love you Baby…Oh God…I’m coming, I’m really fucking coming…Oh God …ah ah ah …coming Baby.”

Fortunately Mark was extremely strong because my wife instantly became dead weight. She was exhausted and her head fell onto his shoulder. He didn’t stop fucking her though she looked barely conscious. The only clue she was awake was the wide smile on her face and her fingers as they traced the muscles on his back. “Don’t stop,” she whispered to him. Apparently, he had no intention of stopping.

“He’s amazing,” said Charlotte. Though she was only watching, she was clearly being turned on more than any woman had ever been turned on by me. My cock was hard too and I found myself stroking it. I had not masturbated since I was sixteen because I’d always been able to find a girl or woman to stroke it. But those days were over. I was watching the better man, the bigger man who was only a boy, but in years only. What he was doing to my wife, no other man could accomplish.

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Raiders Basketball, Chapter 3

When I stepped out of my mom’s Lexus SUV that morning, the sun was rising over the gym, the parking lot was full of guys and girls walking in to school alone or in groups, laughing or talking or just enjoying the gorgeous morning. I settled my backpack, slipped the strap of my sports bag across my chest (conscious as I did that it cut right into the divot between my pecs and outlined them against my shirt) and surveyed the school. This is the first day of the rest of my life, I thought. I glanced down quickly at my pants and had to stifle a loud laugh at the bulge running down (and down, and down) the inside of my left thigh. For the past few years, as my youthful good looks had developed into sheer magnificence, I had started wearing pants slimmer and smaller than the average by small degrees so as to display the body I was justifiably proud of. This habit resulted, now, in a completely visible massive penis on display as I stood in the parking lot. I threw my head back, a smile on my face, and started to walk.

I really wished I could see what the bulge looked like when I was walking normally and in public, rather than the obviously unnatural sample steps I had taken in my bedroom. I was confident that it wasn’t invisible, that’s for sure.

I had never been an unconfident guy, despite the obsessive worry that stalked me about my junk or lack thereof. When you looked like I did it wasn’t really possible to be a wallflower. But this morning was completely different. You’re probably familiar with the feeling, those of you who have big dicks or who know guys who do: an extra jolt of confidence, an additional piece of steel in the spine. For all my beauty and physical ability (not to mention my money and my success in school), I had always had a secret weakness like a hole in my armor. Invariably conscious of my penis as I was, all my strength and confidence had been in some ways an act intended to protect myself from the consequences of a tiny cock. That’s why, I realized, the prospect of the “team-building exercises” had been so terrible to me. It was pulling back a curtain I had been working to keep shut for years, and showing off the thing I was most ashamed of. I had made this same walk plenty of times before, dressed the same, carrying the same bags. I always walked aggressively, chest out, shoulders open, taking on the world. And I had always honestly felt that way in the past.

Now, though. Wow. As I walked I could feel my dick swinging in my left pant leg, slapping softly back against my balls occasionally with a noise that was audible to me in the before-school quiet. It felt good. I realized, with a touch of alarm, that it probably felt too good. The raw feeling my dick generated made even the fabric of my boxers rubbing back and forth over my dick a sexual caress. On top of that, I realized that my boxers, stretched by the size of my shaft, were slowly riding up on my left leg. Without pretty regular adjustment, they’d expose my head to the rougher cloth of my pants, both making the glans that much more apparent and providing even more intense sensations down there. These are good problems to have, I thought as I grinned widely and casually reached down to adjust myself as I had seen other guys do so often.

And as I walked, with this sleeping serpent in my pants swaying back and forth with every comfortable stride, the way my life had changed washed over me as I realized that I was walking with a confidence I had never felt before. An absolute, no exceptions confidence. I could feel it in my shoulders and in my back (and in my crotch, obviously), a completely different attitude towards the world as I walked through it.

But I was also fucking horny, and I already had blown two loads that day. I realized at the same time that the second problem with my new equipment, aside from the still-prominent (very prominent) problem of storage, was how to keep it under control. The day before I had rubbed out eight mind-blowing orgasms, and that seemed to be just enough to keep me under control. How often was I going to need to service myself at school? My guy seemed to be quiet now, but I had also already beaten off twice that morning, and I had yet to encounter another student.

I guess I’ll just have to take it in stride. It was obviously going to be impossible to hide any kind of boner at all, so if I couldn’t control my desire throughout the day I’d just have to make regular trips to the bathroom.

I had never done that before, having neither the need (with my old, weak libido) nor the ability (being unable to get more than two fingers around my dick, I had to lie down and hump to masturbate). But according to rumor it was a pretty common thing for guys to get off in the bathrooms when they needed to. Only one of my friends had had the nerve to do it so far (or at least had admitted to so doing), but I had heard some of the older Raiders talking about informal team meetings to jerk off in the stalls throughout the day. There were a few players in my math class, and several times throughout the year one of them had paused in their usual classroom pastimes of sending text messages, flirting with girls, and chatting with each other to exchange some smirks with the other guys on the team, pull a bottle of lubricant out of their bags, and saunter out the door after “asking” for permission to go to the bathroom. They’d usually return with a grin on their face and lounge into a chair with their legs spread, cracking quiet jokes with their buddies.

So I knew this outlet existed, and as I strode up the front pathway towards the big brick archway into school I decided I’d simply make use of it whenever I needed. After all, soon enough I’ll be a Raider and the whole school will be mine.

There was a hitch in my stride as I walked. That was the first time I had started to appreciate the larger implications of my Change. The only thing that had stood between me and the basketball team was my genital disaster. Now, unless I died or a bomb fell on the school, it was almost a certainty that I’d get to play on and off the court with those gods among men in a week’s time. And HELL this week might even be fun!

It was with that happy thought pounding in my mind that I saw a girl for the first time with my new equipment. And not just any girl. Catherine Anne Morris, a sophomore on the cheerleading squad, appeared coming up the crosswalk that led from the east side street to the front of the school. Catherine Anne, from a Southern family and in consequence insisting on both her names, was one of the hottest girls in school. She had subjected me to constant sexual assault over the past few weeks, from which I deduced that she must have put a lot of money in the cheerleaders’ pot over who would lay me first. Like most of the girls on the squad, she wore unusually short skirts which were not strictly inside school dress code and, after a long and terse series of conversations between her father and the principal, had condescended to start wearing sweaters over her exceptionally revealing blouses. From what my fellow male classmates and I had been able to determine from our frenzied examination, she never wore a bra, her small but perfectly formed breasts standing firm inside her thin clothes and often clearly showing her erect nipples through the fabric. She saw me at the same time I saw her. I’m not sure what she felt, but I felt a surge of lust like nothing I had ever known before. It felt like all the skin on my dick was tightening. DOWN, boy!

“Well good morning, Tommy Callahan. You look good enough to eat today,” she called to me as we drew closer. She walked like a slut and a duchess at the same time. Her tongue came slightly out of her full lips and touched the corner of her mouth. “Or maybe not to eat, I am on a diet for the season. Maybe just good enough to lick.”

By this time we were only steps from each other. I felt a surge of panic, and began to stammer some excuse as I always did, already ducking my head. Then I remembered. I have a foot-long cock. I looked back up at her and stopped walking, standing with a casual slump. “You know what, Catherine Anne? You have any demerits yet?”

She looked stunned at my response, but an eagerness quickly followed that into her eyes. It wasn’t just about winning money for this girl. “Why no, Tommy, you know what? Teachers just seem reluctant to write me up for anything I do that’s… bad. Why?” That accent was driving me wild. It had always driven me wild.

“Because I have this strange feeling,” I said, and as casually as if I had done it every day of my life I reached over and scratched my balls, just like all the guys did when they talked to girls. Her eyes flicked down as my hand moved and froze. I could imagine what she saw, the impossible shape in sharp relief for a moment as I moved it and then back to just it’s standard swell in my pants. I could imagine what she was thinking. Is that… Of course, I didn’t yet appreciate that her focused attention would kindle an eventually overwhelming arousal in her, but it was obvious that she had seen something and wasn’t ashamed to study it a little. A flush appeared on the cleavage visible through her low-cut sweater, the creamy swell of her tits slightly reddish now.

“What’s… uh… what feeling, Tommy?” It took her a minute to get this out.

Some part of my mind was baffled at this conversation. I had never talked to anyone like this in my life. But the words kept coming. “I have this feeling that I’m going to spend my free period at the far end of the Sports House, doing some exercises before tryouts tonight, and I might just need somebody to hold my clothes for me; I usually work out naked. And it seemed to me that if you didn’t mind being late for class, you could help me out.” Wow. I stilled a nervous tremble in my hands. That was ballsy. I also had to stifle a chuckle at the unintentional accuracy of that thought.

Catherine Anne was staring at me open-mouthed and round eyed. “Wha… are you…” I was suddenly nervous. I wasn’t a Raider yet. What if I had seriously fucked up?

Suddenly I realized that her stutter wasn’t from anger, it was from a lust so strong it might almost have been as powerful as the churning heat in my nuts at the same moment. “No need to answer, sweetie,” I said, cool as Iceland, hefting my bag across my pecs again. “If you can’t make it, I’m sure I’ll be able to… keep myself busy. Although it won’t be nearly as much fun alone.”

I turned and walked up the stairs, suddenly conscious both of the stream of kids who had been walking around us this whole time and of the stretching feeling in my crotch. I was probably about ten seconds from shifting from a semi to a full-on boner, and that would be disastrous. It was one thing for varsity players to swagger around with erections, as happened rarely, but for me it would be suicidal. I looked up at the big clock in the atrium and realized I was also about five seconds from being late. I sprinted up the hall to my homeroom, dodging through various social groups standing around the lockers, and dove into the room just before the bell rang. I slipped into my seat, wondering as I did what my half-hard cock had looked like as I had sprinted up the hall.

I gained a little bit of an idea when Hank opened the door and came in. The teacher snapped something at him about being late, and Hank responded vaguely, trying not to stare at me as he did. He walked past me towards his seat, several chairs behind me in my row, and paused as he passed my chair, leaning down.

“Saw you talking to Catherine Anne outside. Damn, she’s hot, huh? You got something going with her?” he whispered. I glanced at him and saw that his eyes were glued to my crotch. I resisted the temptation to see what my stuff looked like from this angle and muttered back, “Yeah, dude, I’m practically springing a boner already.”

He was already back up and on his way to his seat, but I could hear his soft chuckle. As I looked down, I could see why. My pants had slid up as I sat down, and I could feel that my boxers had ridden up some too, making my cock practically naked in how apparent it was through my pants. I smiled widely. Damn, this is a good problem to have. I had calmed down a little bit with the adrenaline of getting to class on time, but I could still feel a hunger in my crotch which I was just disinclined to ignore.

I let a few minutes go by with our teacher droning about the fundraising assembly in two weeks and then raised my hand to ask to go to the bathroom. He nodded without even looking at me. I squeezed myself to make sure I wasn’t embarrassingly hard and stood up, turning to walk to the back of the room as was customary so when I left I wouldn’t walk between any kid and the front of the room. As I did, I saw Hank lounging in his seat, and a wild idea struck me. He said I was getting a reputation for being standoffish, huh? Well…

As I passed him I tapped his shoulder with my left hand and muttered, “Meet me outside.” He shrugged my hand off in surprise, but I thought I saw a nod as I passed him. I slipped quietly out the door. He appeared about a minute later. “What’s up, dude?”

I grinned. “Well, I felt bad about turning you down on your team invitation on Friday…”

He interrupted. “Dude, you should have come, it was really chill. Kinda weird, but I figured we needed to get used to shit like that for this week. We…”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was, that’s why I felt bad about missing out on bonding like that. Cool guys? I don’t know many of the dudes that are left.”

Hank nodded, glancing back and forth for a hall monitor. “Yeah, dude, most of them were awesome. We all got into the groove pretty quick — well, most of us, but I figure they’ll sort that out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I figure the same. Anyway, like you saw, I was talking to Catherine Anne, and I haven’t had time to take care of my own business in a while…” a little lie doesn’t hurt anybody “…and it was pretty uncomfortable sitting in class, so I thought I might go rub one out in the bathroom, and I wondered if maybe you’d want to come along? My first time into semi-team-territory, and I thought it would be good to have a wingman.”

Hank’s quizzical look vanished into surprise and eagerness. “Hell yeah, dude, I’ve wanted to blow one in there since school started, but I couldn’t get up the nerve. Do you think it’s cool, though? I don’t want anybody on the team to think we’re cocky.”

I smirked. “First of all, bro, I think they’re going to have to get used to us being cocky, if you know what I mean.” A surprised laugh broke out of Hank at the joke. “Also, the bathrooms don’t belong to the team. We probably won’t even run into any of the guys. And if we do… either they tell us to scram, or they think it’s cool we’re already getting into the swing of things. Anyway, we can’t be gone for too much longer, so let’s either do it or not. What ya think?

Hank looked indecisive for a moment, and then suddenly nodded. “Hell, I could empty out a shot or two anyway. Let’s go.”

We strolled up the hall, already sauntering a little like true Raiders. If I was confident I’d be on the team in five days, I was only slightly less positive about Hank, and as we walked he turned out to be a really funny and enjoyable guy. The bathroom was about three minutes away, and in that time we mostly talked about what we thought would happen that night in the first “team-building” exercises.

As I pushed open the door to the guys’ bathroom, Hank was saying, “I figure they have to do the cock measuring…” He fell silent, though, hearing voices echoing off the tiles inside. We stepped through the door, listening; from the sound, the guys were in the stalls.

“So there she was on her knees, right, and her face was… mm… in Maddy’s pussy, annnnd… uh… she was just chewing away, and moaning as she did, because I… was… shit… just slamming her, right…”

I recognized the voice as belonging to Simms McBridge, a junior on the team. I also recognized the other sounds. Based on my recent but very intense experience, that was the sound of a hand sliding over a slick cock. Several hands, actually. I looked at Hank and whispered, “Are they jerking off?”

Another voice cut in. “Simms, I think we might have company. Who’s out there?” This deep baritone had to be Fryer Thompson, a very large senior who intimidated the hell out of me. Hank looked at me and shrugged. “Uh, it’s Hank Cooper and Tommy Callahan, uh. We’re trying out for the team.

There were a couple laughs. The unmistakable sliding noise hadn’t stopped at all. “Frosh! Sweet. Come on around in here, boys.”

Hank and I walked around the wall that, much like the lockers, separated the bathroom from the hallway. There were eight stalls in this bathroom and a urinal trough. By the looks of it, four of the stalls were occupied. I looked at Hank. Unless I was completely wrong, those four stalls were concealing four Raiders leisurely stroking their dicks. “Uh, hey,” I said, awkwardly.

Simms spoke again. “Coach mentioned you guys to us. He said you’re both looking pretty solid from his end to make the final cut. You excited about that? Course, there’s some other ways you’ll have to prove yourself this week to make it, you know that.” The other guys laughed, and one of the other two said, “Hope you guys got a lot of energy, frosh.”

I stuttered a laugh, and Hank tried to join as well. He said, pretty boldly, I thought, “Yeah, we were actually thinking about working off a little tension right now to stay loose for tonight, if you know what I mean…” His voice trailed off. There was a long silence. Well, silence isn’t quite right. It was not impossible to ignore that these four guys were masturbating — apparently with a whole lot of lube — and at least one of them had noticeably sped up since we came in. I got frantically nervous. My dick felt as small as it had since I woke up the previous morning — not that that was particularly small.

Then Fryer spoke up again, his voice echoing, and it was a huge relief. “That’s the king of initiative I like to see. If there’s one thing you need going into this week, it’s a good buddy. And I don’t know a better way to hang out with your buddies than a little jerk off, right boys?” The other guys laughed, one hooted, and somebody started jerking really fast for a few seconds, fake moaning and grunting loudly, making the others laugh all the louder. “Hang on a second,” Fryer said.

“What’s… uh… what feeling, Tommy?” It took her a minute to get this out.

Some part of my mind was baffled at this conversation. I had never talked to anyone like this in my life. But the words kept coming. “I have this feeling that I’m going to spend my free period at the far end of the Sports House, doing some exercises before tryouts tonight, and I might just need somebody to hold my clothes for me; I usually work out naked. And it seemed to me that if you didn’t mind being late for class, you could help me out.” Wow. I stilled a nervous tremble in my hands. That was ballsy. I also had to stifle a chuckle at the unintentional accuracy of that thought.

Catherine Anne was staring at me open-mouthed and round eyed. “Wha… are you…” I was suddenly nervous. I wasn’t a Raider yet. What if I had seriously fucked up?

Suddenly I realized that her stutter wasn’t from anger, it was from a lust so strong it might almost have been as powerful as the churning heat in my nuts at the same moment. “No need to answer, sweetie,” I said, cool as Iceland, hefting my bag across my pecs again. “If you can’t make it, I’m sure I’ll be able to… keep myself busy. Although it won’t be nearly as much fun alone.”

I turned and walked up the stairs, suddenly conscious both of the stream of kids who had been walking around us this whole time and of the stretching feeling in my crotch. I was probably about ten seconds from shifting from a semi to a full-on boner, and that would be disastrous. It was one thing for varsity players to swagger around with erections, as happened rarely, but for me it would be suicidal. I looked up at the big clock in the atrium and realized I was also about five seconds from being late. I sprinted up the hall to my homeroom, dodging through various social groups standing around the lockers, and dove into the room just before the bell rang. I slipped into my seat, wondering as I did what my half-hard cock had looked like as I had sprinted up the hall.

I gained a little bit of an idea when Hank opened the door and came in. The teacher snapped something at him about being late, and Hank responded vaguely, trying not to stare at me as he did. He walked past me towards his seat, several chairs behind me in my row, and paused as he passed my chair, leaning down.

“Saw you talking to Catherine Anne outside. Damn, she’s hot, huh? You got something going with her?” he whispered. I glanced at him and saw that his eyes were glued to my crotch. I resisted the temptation to see what my stuff looked like from this angle and muttered back, “Yeah, dude, I’m practically springing a boner already.”

He was already back up and on his way to his seat, but I could hear his soft chuckle. As I looked down, I could see why. My pants had slid up as I sat down, and I could feel that my boxers had ridden up some too, making my cock practically naked in how apparent it was through my pants. I smiled widely. Damn, this is a good problem to have. I had calmed down a little bit with the adrenaline of getting to class on time, but I could still feel a hunger in my crotch which I was just disinclined to ignore.

I let a few minutes go by with our teacher droning about the fundraising assembly in two weeks and then raised my hand to ask to go to the bathroom. He nodded without even looking at me. I squeezed myself to make sure I wasn’t embarrassingly hard and stood up, turning to walk to the back of the room as was customary so when I left I wouldn’t walk between any kid and the front of the room. As I did, I saw Hank lounging in his seat, and a wild idea struck me. He said I was getting a reputation for being standoffish, huh? Well…

As I passed him I tapped his shoulder with my left hand and muttered, “Meet me outside.” He shrugged my hand off in surprise, but I thought I saw a nod as I passed him. I slipped quietly out the door. He appeared about a minute later. “What’s up, dude?”

I grinned. “Well, I felt bad about turning you down on your team invitation on Friday…”

He interrupted. “Dude, you should have come, it was really chill. Kinda weird, but I figured we needed to get used to shit like that for this week. We…”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was, that’s why I felt bad about missing out on bonding like that. Cool guys? I don’t know many of the dudes that are left.”

Hank nodded, glancing back and forth for a hall monitor. “Yeah, dude, most of them were awesome. We all got into the groove pretty quick — well, most of us, but I figure they’ll sort that out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I figure the same. Anyway, like you saw, I was talking to Catherine Anne, and I haven’t had time to take care of my own business in a while…” a little lie doesn’t hurt anybody “…and it was pretty uncomfortable sitting in class, so I thought I might go rub one out in the bathroom, and I wondered if maybe you’d want to come along? My first time into semi-team-territory, and I thought it would be good to have a wingman.”

Hank’s quizzical look vanished into surprise and eagerness. “Hell yeah, dude, I’ve wanted to blow one in there since school started, but I couldn’t get up the nerve. Do you think it’s cool, though? I don’t want anybody on the team to think we’re cocky.”

I smirked. “First of all, bro, I think they’re going to have to get used to us being cocky, if you know what I mean.” A surprised laugh broke out of Hank at the joke. “Also, the bathrooms don’t belong to the team. We probably won’t even run into any of the guys. And if we do… either they tell us to scram, or they think it’s cool we’re already getting into the swing of things. Anyway, we can’t be gone for too much longer, so let’s either do it or not. What ya think?

Hank looked indecisive for a moment, and then suddenly nodded. “Hell, I could empty out a shot or two anyway. Let’s go.”

We strolled up the hall, already sauntering a little like true Raiders. If I was confident I’d be on the team in five days, I was only slightly less positive about Hank, and as we walked he turned out to be a really funny and enjoyable guy. The bathroom was about three minutes away, and in that time we mostly talked about what we thought would happen that night in the first “team-building” exercises.

As I pushed open the door to the guys’ bathroom, Hank was saying, “I figure they have to do the cock measuring…” He fell silent, though, hearing voices echoing off the tiles inside. We stepped through the door, listening; from the sound, the guys were in the stalls.

“So there she was on her knees, right, and her face was… mm… in Maddy’s pussy, annnnd… uh… she was just chewing away, and moaning as she did, because I… was… shit… just slamming her, right…”

I recognized the voice as belonging to Simms McBridge, a junior on the team. I also recognized the other sounds. Based on my recent but very intense experience, that was the sound of a hand sliding over a slick cock. Several hands, actually. I looked at Hank and whispered, “Are they jerking off?”

Another voice cut in. “Simms, I think we might have company. Who’s out there?” This deep baritone had to be Fryer Thompson, a very large senior who intimidated the hell out of me. Hank looked at me and shrugged. “Uh, it’s Hank Cooper and Tommy Callahan, uh. We’re trying out for the team.

There were a couple laughs. The unmistakable sliding noise hadn’t stopped at all. “Frosh! Sweet. Come on around in here, boys.”

Hank and I walked around the wall that, much like the lockers, separated the bathroom from the hallway. There were eight stalls in this bathroom and a urinal trough. By the looks of it, four of the stalls were occupied. I looked at Hank. Unless I was completely wrong, those four stalls were concealing four Raiders leisurely stroking their dicks. “Uh, hey,” I said, awkwardly.

Simms spoke again. “Coach mentioned you guys to us. He said you’re both looking pretty solid from his end to make the final cut. You excited about that? Course, there’s some other ways you’ll have to prove yourself this week to make it, you know that.” The other guys laughed, and one of the other two said, “Hope you guys got a lot of energy, frosh.”

I stuttered a laugh, and Hank tried to join as well. He said, pretty boldly, I thought, “Yeah, we were actually thinking about working off a little tension right now to stay loose for tonight, if you know what I mean…” His voice trailed off. There was a long silence. Well, silence isn’t quite right. It was not impossible to ignore that these four guys were masturbating — apparently with a whole lot of lube — and at least one of them had noticeably sped up since we came in. I got frantically nervous. My dick felt as small as it had since I woke up the previous morning — not that that was particularly small.

Then Fryer spoke up again, his voice echoing, and it was a huge relief. “That’s the king of initiative I like to see. If there’s one thing you need going into this week, it’s a good buddy. And I don’t know a better way to hang out with your buddies than a little jerk off, right boys?” The other guys laughed, one hooted, and somebody started jerking really fast for a few seconds, fake moaning and grunting loudly, making the others laugh all the louder. “Hang on a second,” Fryer said.

Then his door opened, and he stepped out. He was wearing a yellow Polo, and he was naked from the waist down. Fryer was about six-three and very built, and an extremely talented player. He was also, we discovered, massively hung. An erection that had to be about ten inches long bobbed in front of him, glistening with lube, pre-cum visibly pooling at the tip of his massive head. He was grinning very smugly. “Sorry to shock you, boys, but I bet I don’t shame you much, and you’ll see it soon enough anyway.” Hank and I both looked up a little ashamed from staring at his solid cock, which looked as thick around as a wrist. He was holding a bottle of KY. “Here, take a good dollop of this and go to town, fellas. First time with the team! That’s good luck, you know, blowing one before the week actually starts. I did, when I was a frosh, right in this bathroom here. Makes me all nostalgic.” I had had some weird experiences in the last few days, but nothing really matched hearing a senior with a throbbing penis discuss his memories as he was pouring personal lubricant into my hand and another guy’s hand. Still, I’m bigger. This thought was like somebody just slapped my back, and my cock, which had thickened up to a semi, began rapidly to fill.

Fryer grinned. “It looks like you’re both pretty ready, so grab a stall and grab your cocks.” I looked over at Hank quickly, and saw a very impressive bulge running down his jeans. Wow, he must be… Fryer had turned back to his stall, but he paused right when he got back to the door. “Actually, you know what, let’s make it a real party. This is your first bonding experience with your teammates, right? And what kind of a senior would I be if I didn’t welcome you the way I was welcomed? Let’s circle it up, fellas!”

This was greeted with some catcalling from the stalls, as the doors opened to reveal Simms and two sophomores I didn’t know, all of them naked from the waist down. Simms was surprisingly pale, though he probably had about eight inches on him, while the two sophomores had incredibly well-muscled legs and looked each to have about seven or seven and a half inches. None of them was as thick as Fryer. Simms looked over at the senior. “Circle or switchcircle, Fry?”

Fryer laughed. “I don’t want to freak these frosh out, boy, let’s just have a good friendly circle jerk. To spice it up we’ll race. First to blow his load gets a twenty from me, last to blow has to proposition Titsmoreson during class today. Sound good?” Hank and I were a little paralyzed. We both still had one hand full of slippery lube, with clear bulges in our pants, surrounded by four older guys with hard-ons who were clearly causally ready to jerk off in front of each other. This is not what I was expecting to happen this morning, I thought a little dizzily. In for a penny, though, I guess.

I looked over at Hank, who shrugged. “You know, dude, Raiders, right?”

The smaller sophomore, with about seven inches, laughed. “Look at that spirit, Fry! Raid on, Raiders!” Fryer nodded, looking at us, and grabbed his dick, squeezing the hard shaft. Damn, he is thick. And he looks really hard, too.

“You know, it’s usually polite to take your pants off when your in company like this, frosh. Put that lube to use. And we’ll get to see what the younger competition looks like. Pants off, now!”

I froze for a second, remembering dreams I had had of this very situation, my whole life betrayed by… and again I realized that my whole life was different than it had ever been before. I grinned. “Hank?”

Hank looked a little alarmed but game. “On three. One… two…”

Awkwardly, with my off hand, I undid my belt and my pants and unzipped them and grabbed their waist and my boxers at once. I could feel myself boning up. This is the first time anyone else will see my monster. I wonder what it’ll…

Hank said, “Three!” and he and I ripped our pants down around our ankles and stood up. I immediately looked at him, knowing that we were pretty far past squeamishness about that now. Hank was even more impressive than I had thought. I’d bet he had eleven inches sticking out of his crotch, and it was thicker than Fryer, even, though not as thick as me. His balls were smaller, too, but his thighs weren’t nearly as thick as mine, so he looked proportional. He…

I was pulled out of my study of my competition by the sound of Fryer saying slowly, “Holy… Fucking… Shit.” I looked over at him in surprise and saw that he was staring straight at my cock. In fact, everybody was staring straight at my cock. I flexed my hips a little so it stood out and looked down.

I almost swore myself. The damn thing had to be an inch bigger than yesterday! It was, in fact, now thirteen and a half inches long, and even thicker than before. My balls remained dangling down in their sack, the size of whole fruit, and the apparatus stood out from my body like a piece of steel.

By this time I couldn’t be surprised by another inch of cock, though, and I collected myself and looked up, slowly wrapping my lubed-up right hand around the head and shivering as I did. “Not bad, right, guys?”

Silence. I moved my right hand all the way down my shaft, my knees shaking and my ass twitching as I did, and backup. I did this very slowly to control myself, grinning like an asshole as I did, watching the other guys slowly drop their mouths as they took in the whole size of the thing.

Fryer was the first to collect himself. “Tommy, that’s the biggest fucking dick I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I glanced at Hank, and saw that he was already working his hand on his dick, looking at mine. He met my eyes for a second and said, “Tommy, dude. That’s unbelievable.”

I felt bad for him, sporting a monster like that, so I said, “Hey, Hank, you’ve got a giant steak there yourself. You must be, what, eleven?”

He looked a little relieved, and recovered a little cockiness when the guys transferred their attention to him, even if they looked back at my python a few seconds later. He said, “Eleven and a half, actually,” smiling again, and working his dick a little faster.

Simms shook his head, blinking. “I don’t believe it. These two… fuck it, should they even…”

Fryer rounded on him. This was, by the way, hilarious. All six of us were stroking our penises slower or faster by now, and Fryer and Simms were glaring at each other even as they pumped their cocks. Fryer’s ten inch pole dwarfed Simms’ eight, and Fryer reached down to squeeze his balls as if to emphasize their larger size, both of them masturbating and grunting softly even as Fryer said, “Shut it, Simms, you know… uh… Everybody does the week!”

Simms looked down, shamefaced, even as he slid his left forefinger onto the hotspot under the head and twitched. “Sorry, Frrrry.”

Fryer turned back, satisfied. “Tommy, Hank, you boys… you’re gonna be… hsss… you’ve got a good career. Now, I’ve had… uh… a boner for twenty minutes, and I’d like to cum. So, ready… uh. set… stroke it!”

I always have looked back fondly on this first experience with the Raiders. Hank, Fryer, and I all grabbed our dicks with both hands and started to piston. Simms couldn’t fit both hands on his shaft, although I saw him try to do it a couple times when he looked over at me, so he spent a lot of time pinching his nipple. The two sophomores, who looked like someone had just kicked them in the balls from the revelation of Hank and my sausage, barely had erections. The larger one (with seven and a half pathetic inches) actually didn’t. He was manfully jerking his noodle dick, but he was staring back and forth at me and Hank, and he obviously felt too emasculated to get it up. The other guy, with only seven, had his eyes closed, apparently refusing to pay attention to us at all, and had a passable boner, though it still looked pretty floppy to me.

Simms had lost some wind from his sails from me and Hank, too, so it was pretty much the three big dicks racing for that twenty note. Fryer and Hank and I were grunting and moaning softly as our hands pistoned on our shafts. I was tempted to bend over and swallow my head, but even in my lust-drunk state I figured I should keep that one under wraps until I got a sense of how other people felt about my new hobby. I did spend a lot of time twisting the skin of my head, though, and I was barely able to stay upright, fighting as I was to keep my roars under control.

We were building towards a crescendo when the door opened and a small freshman from my English class walked in carrying his backpack. He turned the corner and saw a sight that must have haunted him for years: six extremely muscular guys standing in a circle with no pants on, rapidly masturbating, loudly expressing their pleasure, the bathroom loud with the noise of their hands on their dicks, pumping away, and three of the dicks over ten inches long. Fryer looked up, both his hands working in opposite twisting patterns as they moved in opposite directions to meet in the middle (Have to try that out later, that looks great) and grunted, “Raiders business, needledick!” That’s a harsh insult for any high school guy, but coming from a man with a ten inch erection throbbing on the verge of orgasm, it’s gotta sting much worse. The kid vanished.

Fryer moaned. “Holy shit, I think I might win my own…”

Suddenly I hit my peak. “Watch out, Fryer, I…” But I couldn’t talk any more, and my ass clenched forward as my dick swelled to it’s full size. The eye of my head opened and spat a shot of semen. I desperately forced my eyes open from the orgasmic convulsion, pleasure thundering through my body, and watched in horror as the rope flew four… six… seven feet, heading straight for Fryer, whose eyes were closed as his own balls rose up in a tight scrotum and his own dick expanded… I tried to say something…

Fryer roared, his hands blurring on his dick, and fell to his knees as his huge dick fountained out semen on the floor for feet in front of him, and as my first rope flew over his head instead of splashing on his cock, splattering on the wall against him. The relief made the next spasm all the more fantastic. Though it was still risky, this next one just splattered down in Fryer’s own puddle.

I kept my hands working, squeezing it out, and suddenly Hank moaned, “Oh, fuck yeah, yeah, here it, here it…” And then he was spurting like a cannon too. Fortunately he was aimed between Simms and the larger sophomore, because he had as much distance on that shot as I had, and he squirted the wall twice, even. I was impressed.

Fryer laughed, and sighed, and gave a little hoot as a post-orgasmic shudder hit him. “Well, that was great. And Tommy, I think I owe you a twenty.” I grinned. “I think you do, Fry.”

Fryer looked sternly over at the other three. This was almost as hilarious as before, seeing this huge guy on his knees, still limp from his orgasm, still fondling his dropping dick, reprimanding three other guys still working away at their dicks. “And don’t think I’ll forget about you. Simon, that dick is an embarrassment to the Raiders. You’re still not even hard. Do you want to have Titsmoreson mock you in class?”

I hadn’t ever felt so happy. I looked at my hand and grabbed a paper towel from the counter, waddling in my trousers around my ankles, and threw the roll to hank. I said, “Uh, Fryer?”

All five of them looked over at me, and then down at my dick. It was fading back to soft pretty rapidly, that was for sure, but it was still unbelievable. “Hank I need to get back to homeroom.”

Fryer seemed not to hear me, staring at my dick which still must have been about nine inches as it softened, and then shook his head. “Yeah, you guys split, I’ll watch these fuckers. Or not-fuckers, based on this performance. Jesus, Tommy, that dick is unbelievable. You’re like a fucking horse on two legs. And Hank, Christ. I don’t know what the cheerleaders are gonna do with you two. Christ Almighty. We’re gonna have to change a lot of shit around.

There are a lot of nice things that can happen to you at the start of a bad week. Having one of the coolest guys in your high school tell you that your dick is the start of a new era is one of them.

Hank and I pulled up our pants and split for the door. Fryer yelled, “Hey, see you guys tonight, right?” We yelled back affirmatives as we left. Conscious of how late we were, we were sprinting for homeroom when Hank skidded to a stop. I stopped slightly in front of him and looked back. “Come on, dude, we’re gonna get…”

Hank looked so happy I thought he would burst. “Hang on, Tommy. Is it just me or was that the coolest thing you’ve ever done?”

I paused and reflected. “You know what? I think you’re right, Hank. And I think that you and I might end up being pretty awesome friends.”

He grinned wider. “Me too. Horse.”

And just like that, I had my nickname.

“I think I might surpass it for cool when I meet Catherine Anne for fourth period, though.” I said.

He looked like I had slapped him. “Catherine Anne? Dude, don’t do this to me, I don’ t have time to beat it again!”

We laughed and I slapped his back as we turned and sauntered in true Raider style towards homeroom.

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