"BIG" is in the Eyes of the Holder (M/M)

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Author's Note: How can I resist such a great bunch of guys? On with the story!

As I watched with ever growing embarrassment, Luke clicked the remote again. Rather than stopping the hi-def porn, he merely skipped to the middle of the next scene. Another of my favorite actors, Rham Bangcock, was demonstrating with his on-camera partner, Dick Blaster, how much fun you can really have with a jar of honey, a sheet of bubble wrap, and a pair of castanets.

Luke’s eyes grew big as saucers, although I noticed he didn’t turn away from the screen. He tried clicking another button, but this time just managed to raise the volume to twice its normal level.

“FUCK!! FUCK ME!! BREED ME HARD WITH THAT ORCA COCK!!”

I grabbed the remote from Luke’s hand and hit the off button. The images of one well-hung stud plowing the shit out of another was replaced by an Animal Planet documentary on the life of the fruit fly.

God, this is so embarrassing. I wonder if my face is as red as Luke’s is? So much for keeping my gayness low-key around impressionable farm boys! OK, play it cool, just play it cool.

“So, ummm, guess I better put your clothes in the dryer.” Cool, James. Real cool! I walked to the washer and moved the clothes to the dryer. As I turned around, Luke was standing right in front of me.

“That DVD, ummm . . . .”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Didn’t realize it was still in the player.”

“Does that mean that you’re, ummm . . . .”

Oh god, don’t tell me he’s one of those intolerant straight boys. “Gay, yeah. That’s right. You got a problem with that?” I said in my best tough-guy voice.

“No, no, I’m fine with that. It’s just that, well, I . . . I’m gay too. At least, I think I am.”

Oh mama! A big-dicked gay farmboy just showered in my bathroom and I didn’t get a peek? Shit! Wait, what did he mean . . .?

“What do you mean, you think you are?”

“Well, I haven’t had any real experience yet.”

OH MAMA! A BIG-DICKED GAY FARMBOY VIRGIN? My dick started to get hard.

“Hmm, well, what makes you think you are, you know, gay?”

Luke blushed even redder than before. “Well, there’s always the internet. I’ve seen plenty of stuff on there, both guys and girls. And I always seem to get more excited watching the guys.”

“Very aptly put. Ever mess around with girls?”

“Yeah, a few times. It didn’t seem to work too well.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you may not have noticed, but I’m kinda . . . big . . . down there.” Yes my boy, I had noticed. I could have noticed standing in the next room. I could have noticed standing across the street!

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, so . . . anyway . . . the girls I have been with . . . can’t really handle . . . I mean it’s too . . . . uhh . . . it’s . . . well, it won’t fit!” Oh sweet Mama!

“Didn’t they find some other ways to, you know . . . help?”

“They tried. And it felt good, I admit. But, whenever I . . . got close to . . . well, you know. Whenever I got close, I found myself thinking what it would feel like if I was with another guy.”

“And that made you pop?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm, that sounds pretty gay to me. Welcome to the club, Luke.”

“Thanks. Umm, do you think we could . . . umm, well maybe watch some more of that DVD while my clothes dry? It was pretty hot!”

“Sure, Luke. Let me get us some beers and I’ll fire it up again.”

“Great! Thanks James, you’re a great friend! And the fact that you’re gay, well, that’s lucky for me!”

Oh, no, my dear Luke. Lucky for me, not you!

I grabbed two beers from my fridge and led Luke to the sofa. We got comfortable, and I started up the DVD. For the next half hour, we watched some of the best man-man sex around. Normally, my eyes would be glued to the action, but more and more I found myself watching Luke out of the corner of my eye.

The farmboy couldn’t take his eyes from the TV. With every scene, his face grew more flushed, his skin more sweaty, and his breathing more forced. I watched, and that long, long bulge down his pants grew thicker and longer. A couple of times he “adjusted” himself, straightening out the jeans leg to give him more room to grow.

Two beers turned to four, then six. Both of us were feeling good. After a particularly arousing climax, Luke exclaimed: “Holy shit! Sorry, James, but that scene was sooooo hot! I couldn’t believe that guy managed to cram that big . . . um . . . penis all the way down his throat!”

I laughed a little. “Cock, Luke. Something that big deserves more than to be called a penis. Call it a cock.”

“Um, OK. A cc-cock. Wow, that sounds so dirty!” he laughed, just a little intoxicated.

“Only if you say it right!” I joked.

“Haah, that’s funny!”

I stood up. “God, all that beer makes me want to pee. But I can’t!”

“Why not?”

I pointed at my crotch, which was showing a respectable bulge. “Too horned up by the DVD!” Luke stood up and moved closer. “Oh my god! You are! That’s really amazing! He hesitated. “Can I . . .”

“What?”

“No, never mind.”

“No, what?”

“Could I touch it?”

Zoing! My hard cock just got harder!

He quickly added, “I mean, just through your jeans. I just want to feel what another guy is like, you know?”

A little disappointed Luke didn’t want me to shed my pants, but still eager to please, I nodded. “Go ahead, Luke. Touch me.”

His hand trembling a little, Luke reached out and cupped my bulge. He squeezed my cock through the jeans, tracing its average length, stroking it a little, pressing it softly, then firmly.

“Oh my god.” he whispered. “That feels amazing. Soo . . . hot!”

“Thanks, I don’t get any complaints,” I slurred a little. Of course, I don’t get many compliments, either. I took a breath. “OK, Luke. My turn now. Can I touch you?”

He looked up at my face suddenly. “You want to? Um, OK. Sure, why not! Only . . . .”

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, it’s just that you’re so hard.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not. It takes a lot of stimulation for me to get an erection.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” I said with a smile, dropping to my knees. "I really don't."
 
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My hand trembled a little as it approached Luke’s groin. I found it incredibly sexy that this hot guy was going commando in my jeans. The fact that his man-tube was stretching out the crotch in a way few men could, and I certainly couldn’t, made the moment even hotter. His bull-balls formed a big pouch, from which a long, thick tube stretched down one leg of the jeans. Luke claimed that he was still soft, but what he was packing already far exceeded the length and girth of my cock at its hardest. Can this thing be real? I wondered. I would soon find out.

After a moment’s pause, my hand continued its journey to Mount Luke. As I laid my palm lightly against his mighty mound, I could feel its high heat through the denim. Shit, that’s hot! No wonder, with all the blood that must be flowing through his crotch! I could feel two large testicles, each twice as big as mine. Luke gasped as I pressed a little harder against the oversized ovoids. They were firm, powerful, and filled with the promise of good seed.

With my fingers, I started to trace the path of Luke’s cock from his overfull crotch down, down to his cockhead, which seemed to stretch halfway down the jeans leg. First one finger, then two, then three, then all four plus my thumb. I stroked down and up, down and up, with each journey stroking and squeezing just a little harder. Although I couldn’t tell for sure through the jeans, Luke’s cock seemed like it was at least two inches wide. Although it was still not hard by any means, Luke cock seemed to be growing just a little in both length and thickness with each moment of stimulation.

I realized that one hand couldn’t possibly do justice to this monster. I added my other hand to the job, cupping and squeezing Luke’s balls and cockroot while the other doubled the pace of its efforts. I was rewarded by a low moan from Luke’s luscious lips.

“Oh . . . . fuuuuckkk!” he said in a low voice. “I knew it would feel good, but not this good!”

“You mean nobody’s ever stroked this big fuckstick for you before?”

“Well,” Luke panted, “I did convince a couple of girls to touch it. But they were scared at how big it was. They weren’t as . . . enthusiastic . . . as you are. Plus . . . well . . . having a guy stroke it just feels more natural, you know?” Oh yes, my sweet farm boy, I know.

I looked into his eyes, smiled, and said: “Well, technically, I haven’t touched your cock yet. I’ve only been touching your jeans . . . or, well, my jeans . . . you know what I mean. If the girls are brave enough to touch it, guess I should too, huh?”

“Oh, yeah! Do it! Touch me, please!”

I love it when they beg.

I stood up, facing Luke. “OK, I will. But first let’s get rid of this shirt.” I quickly unbuttoned it, and Luke shrugged it off. Seeing his bare torso, I was struck by how hot this boy was, even without the log in his (my) pants. His pecs were solid, tight, strong, with tasty looking nipples. His shoulders and back gave him a great “v” shape without looking huge. His arms were lean and ripped and looked strong enough to heave bales of hay all day long. And a sparse trail of hair started just under his scrumptious belly button and disappeared down those pants, the top button of which already was undone.

Those pants need to go! I thought to myself. I kneeled back down, my eyes never leaving Luke’s. “Are you ready?”

“You have no idea. Please! Just do it!”

“Ok, but only because you asked so nicely.”

My fingers sloooowwwwly unbuttoned the next button. Luke’s treasure trail was thicker here, closer to his crotch. My fingers unbuttoned the next button, revealing the root of his cock, laying atop his bulging balls.

The last button. Several inches of his cock base were on display now. The jeans were held in place only by their tightness on his hips. My hands moved to either side and started slipping the jeans down, down . . . inch by inch . . . revealing his crotch, his balls, his cock, down, down, down, until the jeans fell about his ankles, revealing all his naked glory.

Holy fucking mother of fucking god!

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Hung longer than any porn star I had ever seen, thicker than a can of soda, capped with a head the size of a lemon, and still not hard?!

I wish I could say I played it cool. I didn’t. My right hand grabbed that big tool so fast it blurred. I could get my hand around it, just barely. Still half-soft, the cock felt like a length of ship’s rope, still flexible and giving, but thick and strong. I squeezed and stroked, and then I squeezed and stroked some more. Then I added my other hand. Together, they could barely cover this sexy monstrosity.

The head was still half concealed by Luke’s foreskin. But what I could see impressed me. The dome of his cock head was pink and smooth, with a slit as oversized as the rest of him. With each of my strokes, the head peeked out just a little more, the color grew more red, the rope grew thicker and stiffer . . . .

“Oooooohhhhhhh!” Luke moaned, enjoying my bare hands on his dick. He started moving his torso back and forth, thrusting against my hand strokes. “So fuckkking good! Nothing has ever felt this good!”

God this boy is cute. He’s not going to leave here before he cums. Hard. And with any luck, so will I.

“Luke, you haven’t felt anything yet,” I said. Then I opened my mouth wide.
 
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In my head, here’s what happened next:

My eyes never leaving Luke’s, my mouth moved closer and closer to the behemoth in front of me. I stretched out my tongue until it was a fraction of an inch from Luke’s pulsing cockhead. My left hand grasped his oversized balls, firmly, yet gently. My right hand gripped the shaft, my fingers barely closing around it. I stroked his cockskin forward and backward, urging his cock to grow even more, coaxing more blood into his big flesh tube.

Luke appreciated my efforts. I could tell. I could tell from the way his body shivered, from the way his cock grew, from the way his hips pressed forward, trying to bridge the millimeter-wide gap between his slit and my tongue, a gap that I maintained despite his best efforts. (I can be a real tease when I want to be.)

“Please,” he moaned, practically begging. “Please . . . lick it! Put your tongue . . . on my . . . cock!”

How could I resist such a request? Slowly, oh so slowly, I nodded my head, then moved forward. The tip of my tongue contacted his cockflesh. Right on the head, right in the middle of his oversized slit. I flexed my tongue, tasting the sweet taste of his precum. In slow, lazy circles, I moved it round and round Luke’s plum-sized head, now fully exposed. Each revolution took in more and more of his hot manhood. Moments passed, and I soon found myself with a mouth full of cock. Luke was so large that I could barely fit more than the head inside my mouth.

Moving to the next phase of pleasure-giving, I switched my focus from tongue to lips, lips that were stretched wide in my effort to enclose Luke’s club. Concentrating on breathing through my nose—thank God I didn’t have a cold, I would have suffocated—I inched my mouth further and further down the monster.

All of this attention had made Luke’s already massive cock grow even larger. I could feel his shaft grow thicker in my hand. Amazingly, even though his cock was well into the double digits by now, he still wasn’t absolutely hard. There was still some “give” when I squeezed his cockshaft, still some pliability in that mighty dick. Could I get him fully hard? Was I “up” to the challenge?

Much to Luke’s dismay, I removed my mouth from his cock. Even experienced cocksuckers like me need to breathe every so often. I made up for it, though, by lifting up Luke’s heavy cock and slowly sucking each of his titanic balls. His balls and crotch had some hair, but not too much to distract me from my mission. As I juggled each funball in my mouth, Luke seemed to have a little micro-seizure, putting his hands on my shoulders for balance.

“Ooohhh, shhhittttttt!” he whispered. “I have waited so long for this! Soooo fucking looonggg!”

So fucking long. In more ways than one! Having caught my breath, I returned my attention to Luke’s now-dripping cock. With the ease of years of practice, I slipped my mouth over the head, sinking my mouth halfway down his pleasure pole, the end nudging the back of my throat. His sweet cream flowed over my tastebuds, inspiring me to take yet more of his cock into my mouth.

Too soon, too soon by far, Luke trembled violently and clutched my shoulders like a man possessed. “Oooh fuck! Ooh fuCK! I can’t hold it! I cann’ttt . . . . uunngGGGGHHH!” I felt him release, shooting a steady stream of manjuice down my waiting throat as I stroked his giant cock to get every last delicious drop. As his stream diminished to a dribble, he looked down at me, panting, and smiled with contentment and gratitude.

In reality, here’s what happened next:

I was a pig. A cock-hungry, starving pig. I like to think I’m a good cocksucker, but I’m not. Oh sure, I can handle a regular dick, a cock that belongs on a human and not on a horse. But Luke’s? No way. It required a lot more skill and talent than I possessed.

So I tried to make up in enthusiasm what I lacked in finesse. I shoved my mouth and throat as far down that megacock as I could. I gagged. I choked. I coughed. I grabbed the back of Luke’s thighs and urged his saliva-coated cock even further down my throat.

And Luke? Nice, quiet, gentle, inexperienced Luke? He did exactly what you would expect a virginal farmboy to do when receiving his first blowjob. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed his cock deep down my throat, then pulled back, then pushed forward again. No slow rhythm for him, no consideration for his partner, no patient building to a glorious climax. I felt like I was getting my head torn off and my throat invaded by a bazooka.

And I loved it.

It didn’t take long for my virginal farmboy to shoot his load. And what a load! One moment I was trying to accommodate a log in my throat, the next minute he was yelling at the top of his lungs “Oh Shiit! Here I commmeEEE!” He shuddered so hard that his cock popped out of my mouth and started spraying jizz all over my mouth, my nose, my eyes, my clothes. Oh fuck, how much more can this guy come?

After drenching me in cum, Luke finally settled down. As he caught his breath, I stood up and walked to the bathroom, returning with a hand towel. Luke was sitting on the sofa, still bare-ass naked. I started wiping the cum and spittle from my face. Luke just stared at me.

“That was . . . amazing!” he said. “I never thought that anybody would make me feel like that!”

“Well, thanks Luke. You were quite a . . . challenge. But I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Absolutely! Thank you so much!”

“My pleasure, Luke. Well, not quite my pleasure . . . not just yet.” I stood in front of him and grabbed my cock through my shorts. My six inches might only be half the size of Luke’s organ, but I was hard as a rock and needed some relief. “Care to return the favor?”

Luke stared at my crotch for a minute and then stood up. “Umm, well, if it’s OK with you, I would rather not suck you off.”

What the fuckkk?? If this guy thinks he’s leaving without getting me off, he’s crazy! I will force my cock down that virgin throat of his whether he likes it or not! Of course, he is bigger than me and can kick my ass with one hand tied behind his back. Who am I kidding? He could just club me to death with that big cock of his and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Before I could say anything, Luke continued. “What I mean is, I would rather, that is, well, I really need it . . . back here . . .” as he turned around and grabbed his cute, firm, muscular asscheeks.

Oh shit!
 
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Sorry for the delay, real life interruption. I'll post a new chapter on Monday, promise.
 
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