Just a little story I wrote
It all started that morning when I overslept. Hell, it was a Sunday morning, why not sleep in, especially when you’d been out till the wee hours of the morning the night before, carousing with the guys, them and a girl that managed to snooker me out of dinner, a movie, then endless drinks at a bar where she got very, very loaded...but when I tried to take her to a nearby motel for a bit of the nasty, she suddenly wasn’t drunk at all and turned me down, stormed off and hitched a ride home with a female friend of hers. Bitch!
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I ended up back at the dorm and whacking my pud instead of getting any, and having a very miserable and unsatisfying orgasm, then had nightmares about being old, alone and dying with nobody around me, and my body only being found when it started to stink up the place. Variations on that, being old and alone in a nursing home, being old and alone in a wreck just off the highway, calling for help and not being heard...the relevant portion of all of these were...old and alone!
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So I slept longer than usual, finally crawled out of bed after 10:00 a.m., staggered naked into the bathroom, didn’t bother closing the door (living alone, remember, the first half of my nightmare made real, the other half would come in time, in time...shit!), and started bleeding all the pressure off my bladder, a thick, heavy, yellow stream of used beer and no sex from the night before. Bleary-eyed, I barely kept the flow inside the bowl’s edges, there was a bit of a side-spray which insisted on squirting out to the left of the main flood, I hated when that happened, it had been one annoyance my ex-wife had complained about most bitterly (I had splattered her decorative toilet doilies more than once like this) and was wondering if I just wanted to quit trying and mop up the overflow when I was done when I heard it.
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One word. “Wow!” In the voice of my neighbor, Ethan. Shit, I’d forgotten he was coming by today. Not totally forgotten, but didn’t remember since I’d wakened up. Ethan was a morning person, and had come in right on the dot of ten o’clock (he was superpunctual that way) and I hadn't locked my room door, so he’d just come in and came looking for his buddy. He’d found me in the bathroom, stark naked, taking a leak!
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The “Wow” was obvious from where he was looking. Right at my crotch. Right at my whanger. He’d never seen it before and now he had. My enormously huge cock.
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Not bragging, folks, just fact, and not always a convenient fact. I’m well-endowed...hell, I’m hung like a horse! Better’n a horse! It’d started out big when I was a baby and just kept growing and growing. Now when hard, it was just shy of a foot long (measured from the top, none of that measuring from the asshole crap some people do), and over five inches around. Even soft, it hung down to nearly my knee. The women in my life could only take my dong with lubrication and a lot of patience on my part...or when they were smashed like I’d tried to do to that girl last night. Then they could take it, though with some blood. My only other alternative was Mr. Hand and like I’d said, I was sick and tired of his work in that department.
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So now I had Ethan goggle-eyed, looking at my trouser salami, awe-inspired by the grandeur of it all. Shit!
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So I reached out a hand and pushed the door towards being shut. I said “towards” because Ethan promptly caught it and pushed it back open again. “Wow!” he said again.
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“Ethan, I’m in the bathroom!” I chided him. “Can Ihave a little privacy in here?”
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“Uh, sure, sorry!” Ethan said. But he didn’t move.
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I pushed the door shut and this time he let it close. Crap, I’d made a mess on the floor before my piss had shut itself off, and me being occupied with trying to close the bathroom door! I finished up with my leak, then spent some time mopping around the toilet with a pad of toilet paper in my hand. I finished cleaning, and staggered back into my bedroom, my hand wiping at my eyes, still trying to clear all the sleep matter out of my eyes’ corners. I got three steps toward my bed (which was five steps away), lifted my hand away from my eyes, and stopped, groaned.
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Ethan was standing right there in the middle of the room, and his eyes were not looking at my face. I sighed. “Ethan, go back to your room until I can get dressed.” I said.
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Ethan did. But the door out sent him in my direction and his eyes never left my crotch the entire time. My cock, starved for attention of any sort, twitched and started swelling. Ethan stopped, stared as my dick rose up before him.
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I snarled in frustration, pushed him out the door bodily, then closed the door quick as I could! Shit! Throwing a boner in front of my best friend! I WAS losing it! I needed a woman willing to take on Goliath (my name for it) and love it the entire time. All the stories and movies made it seem like women craved big cocks, but I had showed them mine and they were apt to scream and change their minds! It was why I tried to liquor up that bitch last night. And probably why she turned me down at the end of the date, someone had told her or something.
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I got my clothes on and went out to have brunch with Ethan.
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Over the salad after we'd ordered, came the question I dreaded. “Jeff?”
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“Yeah?”
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“You got a big one, don’t you?”
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“Big what?” I asked, hoping he meant something else. Anything else.
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“A big one.” And Ethan’s gesture left no more doubt, his hand was shaping a form in front of his crotch.
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“Yeah.” I said with a faint smile. “I guess I do.”
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Ethan thought about it. “Cool!” was his judgment. “Wish mine would get that big!”
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“Maybe you think you would.” I said and he smiled. “But if I were you, I'd hope not.”
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“Why not?”
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I tried to tell him of my problems, how a woman couldn’t take such a big one and it hurt her. “It’s probably why my high-school girlfriend left me, you know.” I finished. “I don’t blame her, not really. I pulled it as a surprise on her, figuring she’d be happy about it. She wasn’t. Most women aren’t, I've learned. Fun to look at, not so much fun to try to do anything with it. Your buddy Jeff has been shortchanged all his life.”
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“Nobody wants to play with it?” Ethan asked. "I sure wouldn't mind wrapping my hands around a monster like you got!"
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“Yeah, you could say that. No girls wants to get in bed with this monstrous pud and make it feel good. That’s why I'm all alone most weekends like I am. Probably why I’ll live alone the rest of my life. No, I hope you never get a cock as big as mine is. I sure wish I didn't have it.”
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“Gee, that sucks!” Ethan said, and that seemed to end it. We spent the afternoon in the park, playing softball with some other dudes. About sundown, we went back and as for me, I settled in to get some more sleep. I was too short to be alert for classes tomorrow if I didn't pack a few extra Z's and I had an 8:00 a.m. class. When I hit my bed, I dozed off and was well into slumberland before ten a.m.
.
My dreams this time were disturbing but euphoric. My friend had stared at my cock and stared at it admiringly, mentioned the sort of thing you did as children in bed with your buddies. I was frustrated by being unable to find a woman who wanted to engage in the adult version of those games.
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It all combined into dreams of Ethan in bed with me, mixing with my own adolescent experiences to be that wonderful, wonderful journey of exploration. Ethan's hand on my cock, pumping away at it, just jerking my dong, my massive-sized dong, and him smiling and loving it. Oh, God, to have even that! Even that is better than being alone!
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I groaned and I thrashed and I pumped my hips. I was in that magical place, half-asleep and half-awake, feeling myself in my bed, but still enjoying those dreams I was having. I could feel the covers around me, feel the way my cock jutted it up, feel those covers slipping away from me, leaving me bare, uncovered, feeling the hands upon me, hearing the voices around me, admiring loving male voices, murmuring in approval, delight, as their hands touched my cock, loved my cock, fondled my cock, the grip that became tighter and began to pump me in earnest, and I groaned, jerked.
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Awoke. Shit! I wasn’t dreaming!
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Ethan was there, along with two, three, no, four of his friends! He’d brought them by to see my big, fat dick! And I had a full-on boner for them to look at! They’d come into my bedroom, pulled off the covers, me with a sleep erection, and they had taken to touching, admiring, fondling it, giving me those dreams, maybe, and I had been groaning, loving their touches. The hand on my cock...it was Ethan’s! He had my cock in his hand and was flogging my pud. Just like in my dreams! Hell, this WAS my dream, I’d been awake and not realizing it as my buddy pumped my cock!
.
“What the hell?” I gaped out, not that I was really wondering what was going on, but it’s like you have to say it when this sort of thing happens. Realizing that, I said, “Ethan, what have you done?”
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“I told my friends you had this big, enormous prong!” Ethan gushed. “And they all wanted to see it. So I brought them over to show it to them. I knew you’d be in bed early like you always do on Sundays.”
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“See it?” I gasped.
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“Yeah, and buddy, they all agreed that they’d love to play with your cock for you, seeing how you don’t have anyone to do it for you.” Ethan went on. “I told them you didn’t have anyone and it was making you miserable. So now, you got all of us. These guys will come by when I’m not around, we’ll all take turns for you!”
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“Take turns?” I groaned. Oh, God, that felt so good. So good, to have someone else working my pud for me. Even a hand is better than nothing at all, when it’s someone else doing it for you!
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Something inside me gave up at that point. All the years of frustration, of being turned down by the women in my life, their moans and complaints when I did get them into bed. Now I had eager, friendly hands on my body, all of them wanting to play with it! You got to be in my position to understand how preciously wonderful that was!
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So I just said, “Oh, yeah, come on, pump my dick for me, oh, yeah, come on and make me shoot!”
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“Ethan said proudly as he worked my prick. “He loves what I’m doing for him, don’t you, Jeff?”
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“Yeah, man, yeah!”
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Ethan prodded me for more as he whacked me. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you? You like me doing this for you, don’t you? Don’t you like it?”
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“Oh, I love it, I love it!” I moaned.
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“Are you going to shoot it all over yourself?”
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“Yeah, man, yeah!” I grunted. “Soon, I'm going to cream all over for you. Big load, yeah!”
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“Come on, Jeff, show everyone how much you shoot!” Ethan bragged. His hand was moving on me so fast, you couldn’t see his fingers any more. My cock was wagging back and forth and it was practically humming, it was so happy! God, a hand on my cock, someone loving my big, fat, huge, oversized monster dong, nobody had ever loved it before now, nobody ever loved it! But my friend did, my friend and his friends, they were all staring eagerly, watching Ethan pump my pud. Waiting for me to squirt! Waiting for me! Waiting for it!
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“Oh, oh, I’m coming, man, I’m coming, I’m coming!” I gasped out. “Oh, oh, UH, GUH-GUH-GUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUNNNNNHHHHHHKKKKHHHH!”
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And my cock revenged itself for all the long weeks of self-abuse, it was like I hadn’t come in months! Years! I jerk-spurted a huge jet of come into the air, high above my heaving stomach, and up it flew to land on my chest and my neck. And another wad flew out, just as big, then another and another and another!
.
“Oh!” “Wow!” “Jeepers!” “Look at that!” “Cool!” The guys around my bed practically applauded as I blasted my wads out, me groaning and writhing under my buddy’s hand flailing on my pud, and even Ethan was grinning widely, proud of what he’d done, proud he’d made me squirt a heavy load of spunk all over myself.
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“See, guys, he's got a big cock and it squirts out a big load!” Ethan said when I was done, me panting and chest heaving on the bed, my sheets wet with my sweat.
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“Yeah, that’s something!” one of his friends said. “Can I whack him off next?”
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“No, I want to do it next!” another one said.
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“Me after that!”
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“No, me!”
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“Guys, guys!” I said, laughing. “There’s plenty of me to go around.”
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“Yeah, but for tonight, he’s all mine.” Ethan interjected. “I get him on weekends, the rest of you can have him during the week!”
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“But we can come watch, can’t we?
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“Yeah, we can’t watch?”
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“Come on, we want to watch!”
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“Okay, okay!” I said, enjoying this feeling of being wanted. I’d had it so rarely. I’d just been looking in the wrong places. No woman could appreciate a man’s cock. But young men, they were astounded by it and couldn’t get enough! “You guys come by again tomorrow afternoon after classes and you can all watch as one of you whacks my dong. I figure I can do one every morning, too, if you want to drop by for it!”
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Suddenly, life was looking a lot better to me!
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I ended up back at the dorm and whacking my pud instead of getting any, and having a very miserable and unsatisfying orgasm, then had nightmares about being old, alone and dying with nobody around me, and my body only being found when it started to stink up the place. Variations on that, being old and alone in a nursing home, being old and alone in a wreck just off the highway, calling for help and not being heard...the relevant portion of all of these were...old and alone!
.
So I slept longer than usual, finally crawled out of bed after 10:00 a.m., staggered naked into the bathroom, didn’t bother closing the door (living alone, remember, the first half of my nightmare made real, the other half would come in time, in time...shit!), and started bleeding all the pressure off my bladder, a thick, heavy, yellow stream of used beer and no sex from the night before. Bleary-eyed, I barely kept the flow inside the bowl’s edges, there was a bit of a side-spray which insisted on squirting out to the left of the main flood, I hated when that happened, it had been one annoyance my ex-wife had complained about most bitterly (I had splattered her decorative toilet doilies more than once like this) and was wondering if I just wanted to quit trying and mop up the overflow when I was done when I heard it.
.
One word. “Wow!” In the voice of my neighbor, Ethan. Shit, I’d forgotten he was coming by today. Not totally forgotten, but didn’t remember since I’d wakened up. Ethan was a morning person, and had come in right on the dot of ten o’clock (he was superpunctual that way) and I hadn't locked my room door, so he’d just come in and came looking for his buddy. He’d found me in the bathroom, stark naked, taking a leak!
.
The “Wow” was obvious from where he was looking. Right at my crotch. Right at my whanger. He’d never seen it before and now he had. My enormously huge cock.
.
Not bragging, folks, just fact, and not always a convenient fact. I’m well-endowed...hell, I’m hung like a horse! Better’n a horse! It’d started out big when I was a baby and just kept growing and growing. Now when hard, it was just shy of a foot long (measured from the top, none of that measuring from the asshole crap some people do), and over five inches around. Even soft, it hung down to nearly my knee. The women in my life could only take my dong with lubrication and a lot of patience on my part...or when they were smashed like I’d tried to do to that girl last night. Then they could take it, though with some blood. My only other alternative was Mr. Hand and like I’d said, I was sick and tired of his work in that department.
.
So now I had Ethan goggle-eyed, looking at my trouser salami, awe-inspired by the grandeur of it all. Shit!
.
So I reached out a hand and pushed the door towards being shut. I said “towards” because Ethan promptly caught it and pushed it back open again. “Wow!” he said again.
.
“Ethan, I’m in the bathroom!” I chided him. “Can Ihave a little privacy in here?”
.
“Uh, sure, sorry!” Ethan said. But he didn’t move.
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I pushed the door shut and this time he let it close. Crap, I’d made a mess on the floor before my piss had shut itself off, and me being occupied with trying to close the bathroom door! I finished up with my leak, then spent some time mopping around the toilet with a pad of toilet paper in my hand. I finished cleaning, and staggered back into my bedroom, my hand wiping at my eyes, still trying to clear all the sleep matter out of my eyes’ corners. I got three steps toward my bed (which was five steps away), lifted my hand away from my eyes, and stopped, groaned.
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Ethan was standing right there in the middle of the room, and his eyes were not looking at my face. I sighed. “Ethan, go back to your room until I can get dressed.” I said.
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Ethan did. But the door out sent him in my direction and his eyes never left my crotch the entire time. My cock, starved for attention of any sort, twitched and started swelling. Ethan stopped, stared as my dick rose up before him.
.
I snarled in frustration, pushed him out the door bodily, then closed the door quick as I could! Shit! Throwing a boner in front of my best friend! I WAS losing it! I needed a woman willing to take on Goliath (my name for it) and love it the entire time. All the stories and movies made it seem like women craved big cocks, but I had showed them mine and they were apt to scream and change their minds! It was why I tried to liquor up that bitch last night. And probably why she turned me down at the end of the date, someone had told her or something.
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I got my clothes on and went out to have brunch with Ethan.
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Over the salad after we'd ordered, came the question I dreaded. “Jeff?”
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“Yeah?”
.
“You got a big one, don’t you?”
.
“Big what?” I asked, hoping he meant something else. Anything else.
.
“A big one.” And Ethan’s gesture left no more doubt, his hand was shaping a form in front of his crotch.
.
“Yeah.” I said with a faint smile. “I guess I do.”
.
Ethan thought about it. “Cool!” was his judgment. “Wish mine would get that big!”
.
“Maybe you think you would.” I said and he smiled. “But if I were you, I'd hope not.”
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“Why not?”
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I tried to tell him of my problems, how a woman couldn’t take such a big one and it hurt her. “It’s probably why my high-school girlfriend left me, you know.” I finished. “I don’t blame her, not really. I pulled it as a surprise on her, figuring she’d be happy about it. She wasn’t. Most women aren’t, I've learned. Fun to look at, not so much fun to try to do anything with it. Your buddy Jeff has been shortchanged all his life.”
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“Nobody wants to play with it?” Ethan asked. "I sure wouldn't mind wrapping my hands around a monster like you got!"
.
“Yeah, you could say that. No girls wants to get in bed with this monstrous pud and make it feel good. That’s why I'm all alone most weekends like I am. Probably why I’ll live alone the rest of my life. No, I hope you never get a cock as big as mine is. I sure wish I didn't have it.”
.
“Gee, that sucks!” Ethan said, and that seemed to end it. We spent the afternoon in the park, playing softball with some other dudes. About sundown, we went back and as for me, I settled in to get some more sleep. I was too short to be alert for classes tomorrow if I didn't pack a few extra Z's and I had an 8:00 a.m. class. When I hit my bed, I dozed off and was well into slumberland before ten a.m.
.
My dreams this time were disturbing but euphoric. My friend had stared at my cock and stared at it admiringly, mentioned the sort of thing you did as children in bed with your buddies. I was frustrated by being unable to find a woman who wanted to engage in the adult version of those games.
.
It all combined into dreams of Ethan in bed with me, mixing with my own adolescent experiences to be that wonderful, wonderful journey of exploration. Ethan's hand on my cock, pumping away at it, just jerking my dong, my massive-sized dong, and him smiling and loving it. Oh, God, to have even that! Even that is better than being alone!
.
I groaned and I thrashed and I pumped my hips. I was in that magical place, half-asleep and half-awake, feeling myself in my bed, but still enjoying those dreams I was having. I could feel the covers around me, feel the way my cock jutted it up, feel those covers slipping away from me, leaving me bare, uncovered, feeling the hands upon me, hearing the voices around me, admiring loving male voices, murmuring in approval, delight, as their hands touched my cock, loved my cock, fondled my cock, the grip that became tighter and began to pump me in earnest, and I groaned, jerked.
.
Awoke. Shit! I wasn’t dreaming!
.
Ethan was there, along with two, three, no, four of his friends! He’d brought them by to see my big, fat dick! And I had a full-on boner for them to look at! They’d come into my bedroom, pulled off the covers, me with a sleep erection, and they had taken to touching, admiring, fondling it, giving me those dreams, maybe, and I had been groaning, loving their touches. The hand on my cock...it was Ethan’s! He had my cock in his hand and was flogging my pud. Just like in my dreams! Hell, this WAS my dream, I’d been awake and not realizing it as my buddy pumped my cock!
.
“What the hell?” I gaped out, not that I was really wondering what was going on, but it’s like you have to say it when this sort of thing happens. Realizing that, I said, “Ethan, what have you done?”
.
“I told my friends you had this big, enormous prong!” Ethan gushed. “And they all wanted to see it. So I brought them over to show it to them. I knew you’d be in bed early like you always do on Sundays.”
.
“See it?” I gasped.
.
“Yeah, and buddy, they all agreed that they’d love to play with your cock for you, seeing how you don’t have anyone to do it for you.” Ethan went on. “I told them you didn’t have anyone and it was making you miserable. So now, you got all of us. These guys will come by when I’m not around, we’ll all take turns for you!”
.
“Take turns?” I groaned. Oh, God, that felt so good. So good, to have someone else working my pud for me. Even a hand is better than nothing at all, when it’s someone else doing it for you!
.
Something inside me gave up at that point. All the years of frustration, of being turned down by the women in my life, their moans and complaints when I did get them into bed. Now I had eager, friendly hands on my body, all of them wanting to play with it! You got to be in my position to understand how preciously wonderful that was!
.
So I just said, “Oh, yeah, come on, pump my dick for me, oh, yeah, come on and make me shoot!”
.
“Ethan said proudly as he worked my prick. “He loves what I’m doing for him, don’t you, Jeff?”
.
“Yeah, man, yeah!”
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Ethan prodded me for more as he whacked me. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you? You like me doing this for you, don’t you? Don’t you like it?”
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“Oh, I love it, I love it!” I moaned.
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“Are you going to shoot it all over yourself?”
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“Yeah, man, yeah!” I grunted. “Soon, I'm going to cream all over for you. Big load, yeah!”
.
“Come on, Jeff, show everyone how much you shoot!” Ethan bragged. His hand was moving on me so fast, you couldn’t see his fingers any more. My cock was wagging back and forth and it was practically humming, it was so happy! God, a hand on my cock, someone loving my big, fat, huge, oversized monster dong, nobody had ever loved it before now, nobody ever loved it! But my friend did, my friend and his friends, they were all staring eagerly, watching Ethan pump my pud. Waiting for me to squirt! Waiting for me! Waiting for it!
.
“Oh, oh, I’m coming, man, I’m coming, I’m coming!” I gasped out. “Oh, oh, UH, GUH-GUH-GUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUNNNNNHHHHHHKKKKHHHH!”
.
And my cock revenged itself for all the long weeks of self-abuse, it was like I hadn’t come in months! Years! I jerk-spurted a huge jet of come into the air, high above my heaving stomach, and up it flew to land on my chest and my neck. And another wad flew out, just as big, then another and another and another!
.
“Oh!” “Wow!” “Jeepers!” “Look at that!” “Cool!” The guys around my bed practically applauded as I blasted my wads out, me groaning and writhing under my buddy’s hand flailing on my pud, and even Ethan was grinning widely, proud of what he’d done, proud he’d made me squirt a heavy load of spunk all over myself.
.
“See, guys, he's got a big cock and it squirts out a big load!” Ethan said when I was done, me panting and chest heaving on the bed, my sheets wet with my sweat.
.
“Yeah, that’s something!” one of his friends said. “Can I whack him off next?”
.
“No, I want to do it next!” another one said.
.
“Me after that!”
.
“No, me!”
.
“Guys, guys!” I said, laughing. “There’s plenty of me to go around.”
.
“Yeah, but for tonight, he’s all mine.” Ethan interjected. “I get him on weekends, the rest of you can have him during the week!”
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“But we can come watch, can’t we?
.
“Yeah, we can’t watch?”
.
“Come on, we want to watch!”
.
“Okay, okay!” I said, enjoying this feeling of being wanted. I’d had it so rarely. I’d just been looking in the wrong places. No woman could appreciate a man’s cock. But young men, they were astounded by it and couldn’t get enough! “You guys come by again tomorrow afternoon after classes and you can all watch as one of you whacks my dong. I figure I can do one every morning, too, if you want to drop by for it!”
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Suddenly, life was looking a lot better to me!