"Jeff and Mutt"

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  1. Donk

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    O.K., here goes nothing. My first attempt at a fictitious story aimed at this forum. I'm planning on posting this in two parts if there is interest. So, here is Part I. And if anyone likes it, I'll write and post Part II.

    "Jeff and Mutt", Part I

    “Back up, bud. I didn’t quite catch that.”
    “ I said I need you to let Jenna fondle and suck your dick tonight,” Rob repeated.
    “That’s what I thought you said,” I replied. “I still need a little more explanation here. Help me out.”

    I was entitled to be confused. Rob was my best friend in the world. And Jenna, as ofrecently, was his hot and heavy girlfriend. And, for some reason, Rob wanted me to let his girlfriend pleasure my dick.

    That would have been a weird enough request between any two friends. But it was even stranger coming from Rob to me because of the unique role our penises have played in our relationship with each other. Basically, my dick is much bigger than Rob’s, and that has always been the only source of real friction in our friendship.

    Rob and I first became fast friends when we were in the same pledge class for our college fraternity. The other guys soon were calling us “Mutt and Jeff,” because Rob’s about 6’4” and I’m only 5’5”. Other than both being pretty muscular, we are physical opposites in other ways besides height—Rob’s blond and blue-eyed, me, brown hair and eyes. But if we do say so ourselves, the ladies tend to find both of us attractive in our own ways.

    The first real rough spot in our friendship came about with a fraternity ritual known as “The Gallery of Manhood.” As you may be aware, some fraternities have various rituals for pledges involving comparing penis sizes. Our house had a variation that it considered “less gay” than direct comparisons. Instead of just whipping them out beside each other, each pledge was required to create a plaster cast of his erect dick. The casts were lined up, standing side by side, on a long shelf in a secret room by the chapter president. Then, one night, the “gallery” was unveiled so all could see how the pledges stacked up against each other.
    Unsurprisingly, my 11-inch cast towered over all the other specimens. (Turns out it also broke the previous all-time record, though by less than 2”.) It looked especially huge compared to the skinny 5-inch specimen that had the bad luck to be right next to it. That one turned out to be Rob’s. Rob’s dick wasn’t the very smallest one on the shelf, though it was close. And I later learned that Rob was especially sensitive about his size because he felt it looked ridiculously small on his big, jock body.

    Once everyone became aware that the “champion” 11-incher belonged to me and the neighboring 5-incher was Rob’s, one of the brothers quipped, “Hey, wasn’t Mutt the big one in the comic? We need to switch their names.” From then on, Rob and I became “Jeff and Mutt” instead of vice versa.

    Rob and I remained best friends, doing everything together. Well, almost everything. We shared a bedroom in the fraternity house the next year, and once we each brought a girl up to the room intending to have sex. We saw no problem with two couples having sex in the same room at the same time, until both girls got a look at our dicks. They were shocked and amused not just at my size (which I was used to) but by the comparison between the little guy with the big dick and the big guy with the little one. The whole thing was too much for Rob’s ego, and we have gone our separate ways romantically ever since. We just did everything else together except dealing with girls.

    But now, fast forward to a few years after college, and now here was my best bud—who was so sensitive about my big dick—asking me to let his new girlfriend play with it. Huh?

    (To be continued.)
     
  2. josh82823

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    Donk,

    Excellent so far! By chance, any of this based on your life? Please keep it going.

    Josh
     
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    Love it!!! Please tell more!

    -Matt
     
  4. Donk

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    Thanks! And, no, none of it is really based on real life, except that I happen to share physical characteristics with the narrator. Anyway, by popular demand, here's the rest of the story. (And, though I'm flattered by the good comments, I will just say right now that this is probably the last chapter for Jeff and Mutt. I don't really have the time or imagination to keep this going as a long term project!)

    "Jeff and Mutt"

    Part II

    I sat in the armchair in the bedroom of Rob’s apartment, while he paced around the bed, anxious for him to get to the explanation of why he wanted me to let his girlfriend play with my sizable cock.

    Finally he began to explain. “See, Mutt,” he began, using the nickname bestowed on me back in college. (Rob liked to call me “Mutt,” but he got pissed off if I ever called him “Jeff,” so I usually didn’t, unless I was fighting with him, which wasn’t often.) “You know how I have talked before about how women always expect me to be big everywhere because I’m such a big guy? And then how they get disappointed when we have sex and they learn I really have a little dick?”

    “Yeah,” I said. He had brought this up several times. And he had had a series of short-term relationships with girls that all ended abruptly after the first time they had sex. But I think the problem was more on Rob’s end than the girls’—he was so sensitive about his size that he always assumed they were judging him negatively, even if it didn’t really matter to them. “And?” I asked.
    “And I didn’t want that to happen with Jenna. You know, when I first met her, I thought she was just so hot, so perfect.” (Jenna is indeed perfectly hot. Brunette, piercing dark eyes, and a curvaceous but petite body that won’t quit, with sizable but perky tits.)
    “Go on.”
    “Well, I didn’t want to disappoint her and fuck it up, like with the others. So I’ve been pretending I have a big dick.” Rob stopped pacing and sat on the edge of his bed looking at me.
    “But you’ve fucked her. Several times, unless you’re lying. How is it she hasn’t figured out that your dick isn’t all that big?” I asked, now even more confused about the whole thing.

    Rob got up, walked over to his dresser, and opened his sock drawer. He pulled out something I was not expecting to see—what appeared to be a cock, about 9 inches long. It was actually one of those “realistic” rubber extension sleeves you can get at a sex toy shop that slips over a guy’s real penis. He waggled it at me and said, “I’ve been using this thing. I get her a little drunk, make sure the lights are all out before I undress. I get her good and hot with some tongue action. Then I slip the extender on, and then fuck her wearing it. She has no idea it’s not real.”
    “Man, that’s wild,” I said. I was kind of impressed. I didn’t know Rob was smart enough to pull off a con job like that! But there was more to come.
    “Yeah, and I gotta say, man it feels great fucking a girl with a really big cock. I can only imagine how good it must feel for you—fucking with a dick that big that actually has feeling in it! You’re a lucky guy, Mutt. Wish mine was really that big.”
    “Aside from having an actual big dick, I still don’t see how I come into all this,” I pointed out.
    Well,” Rob continued, “the other night Jenna was saying—bitching, actually—that, while my cock feels so good stuffed in her pussy, she really wants to get more intimate and give me some more foreplay first and handle it and suck it, etc. Obviously, that presents a problem since she is sure to realize it is fake.”

    I began to get the picture. And then Rob outlined a wacky plan which sounded like an X-rated “I Love Lucy” episode. His idea was to have me hide out in his closet, get Jenna especially drunk tonight, and then—with the room pitch dark—let her handle and suck my dick for a while before he fucked her with the extender sleeve. Well, it was so crazy it just might work. I felt obliged to point out that it was an underhanded scheme, and he couldn’t expect to get away with it forever if he stayed with her. But, we would worry about that later. After all, what are friends for? Plus, did I mention Jenna is ultra hot? It wouldn’t exactly be a major sacrifice for me.

    We put the plan into action, and—believe it or not—it seemed to be working. I’m sure we made a ridiculous scene, if there had been enough light in the room for anyone to see it. Jenna sprawled on the bed, me standing beside it dangling my 11-inch erection in her face, and Rob crouching beside me serving as the voice that accompanied the dick.

    “Oh, God, your dick is just so big and powerful, baby,” Jenna gasped as she grabbed my shaft in both her little hands and squeezed. I held back a grunt of pleasure and nudged Rob to say something.
    “That’s it, baby, stroke that cock,” Rob said, “Yeah, that’s it. Stroke it harder. Oh, that feels great.” His acting ability impressed me. He could do voices for cartoon porn!

    Jenna’s hands started feeling their way beyond my dick, up my abdomen. I panicked for a second, certain she would realize that the body attached to the dick was not Rob’s. Without thinking, I croaked, “Just the cock!”
    “Huh? What? You sound funny, Rob.” Jenna moaned.
    Fortunately, Rob got with the program and blurted, “Just the cock, baby. Just stroke the cock. Focus on the cock.”
    Jenna willingly obliged, grasping my shaft again. She began rubbing it on those pert tits and their diamond-hard nipples.
    “Oh, baby. I just want to feel your big cock all over my tits,” Jenna purred. Given her apparent excitement over the size of the long tool in her hands and on her tits, I began to understand why Rob was so reluctant to reveal the truth of his own endowment. If Jenna wasn’t born a size queen, Rob’s little deception had turned her into one. “Now I want to suck it,” she declared, and started doing just that.

    God, her hot mouth felt good on my dick. Like most girls, she could only get a couple or three inches down my thick shaft, but she made a great effort of it and worked the rest with her hands. I was in heaven and almost lost control, and I started moaning a bit. Rob jabbed me back to the moment, and he took over the moans and “oh, babies.”

    After several minutes of pure bliss for me, Jenna pulled off and said, “I need you to fuck me now, baby! Fuck me with that big cock. God my pussy is so hot for it.”
    Rob jabbed me again, and grabbed my arm. “Uh, just a sec,” he said. “I gotta go get a rubber.”
    “Hurry back,” Jenna said, and flopped back on the bed, fingering herself and moaning.

    Rob dragged me to the bathroom and shut the door. This was the part where he was supposed to take over anyway. (Leaving me with the world’s worst case of blue balls!) By the soft glow of the bathroom night light, I could see us standing next to each other in the mirror. Rob with his throbbing 5-inch erection sticking out from his muscular 6’4” frame, me with my weighty 11-incher hanging from my 5’5 body. Honestly, his appendage looked like a little boy’s next to mine.
    “Shit, that thing really is huge,” Jeff blurted, speaking of my dick. The last time he saw it hard was that time back in college with the girls. “It’s even bigger than my extension.”
    But where was the extender sleeve?
    “I dropped the fucking sleeve under the bed, and I can’t find it,” Rob whispered. “You’re going to have to fuck her.”
    “That will never work! She’ll feel my body against her and know.”
    “She’s so drunk and horny she won’t know a thing,” Rob insisted. “You get on the foot of the bed and fuck her kneeling, and I’ll kinda lean over the bed and feel up her tits and kiss her and stuff. We got no choice.”
    “What the hell. We’ve gone this far,” I said.
    “You need to put on a rubber.” Jeff handed me a small packet from his medicine cabinet—one of those “snug fit” brand condoms.
    “Uh, this is not going to work. Not exactly my size.” Fortunately, my pants were in Rob’s laundry hamper, and I had one of my own condoms in the pocket—for obvious reasons, I use a “They-Fit” brand custom size.
    “Shit, that thing is like a Hefty bag. I didn’t know they even made ones that big,” Rob remarked as I unfurled the rubber over my penis.

    We now had to get back to the action before Jenna got suspicious. We crept back into the bedroom, and Rob squeezed her tit.
    “Oh, baby. What took you so long?” she moaned.
    “I’m back now. Ready to get fucked?”
    “Oh, baby. Fuck yeah.”

    We took our positions, and I began to plunge into her wet pussy. Oh, yeah, that felt good. She was clearly enjoying it too—moaning and gasping with each thrust. Rob kept her upper body busy with his fondling and slurping while I took care of business down below. Once again, my dick was in heaven. Oh the sacrifices we make for our friends!

    “Oh, big man, the your big cock feels so good stuffed in my pussy. The earth is rumbling!” Jenna gasped.

    Actually, it was a rumble of thunder. For all our meticulous plotting, we hadn’t bothered to check the weather report. As a storm began to gather outside, lightning flashes illuminated the room enough for Jenna to discern that the body fucking her was not the same one that was attending to her tits.

    “What the fuck is going on here?!” she suddenly demanded, kicking us both away and switching on the bedside light. She got a good look at the two of us standing there—me with my big dick dangling there covered in her juices, Rob with the pointy erection obviously much smaller than the one she had been sucking and fucking, both of us looking very sheepish. Understandably, she was more than a little surprised, shocked, and pissed.

    A long explanation followed, including a display of the phony extender sleeve, and much begging of forgiveness. Jenna—by now sobered up and calmed down—finally turned to Rob and said, “Honey, don’t you know I have been falling in love with you, not your dick? I know I should really be pissed, but I honestly think it’s kinda flattering and romantic that you would go to so much trouble just to try to make me happy.”
    “You mean that?” Rob asked, not daring to believe it.
    “Of course I do. And later tonight, after your big friend here goes home, I want you to fuck me, with your own dick, whatever size it is.”
    “You mean you didn’t enjoy getting fucked good and deep with Mutt’s donkey dick?”
    “Well,” Jenna said with a gleam in her eye, “I didn’t exactly say that. And I didn’t say you should get rid of the extender. Why don’t we just hold onto that for special occasions. And, for being such a good friend, I think Mutt here at least deserves to have me finish off that hand job I started on him so he doesn’t have to go home all frustrated.”

    So, a happy ending for all. And I’m expecting to be called on to serve as best man any day now!
     
  5. barron

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    Good job Donk. I'd say you have a knack for this.
     
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    Thanks Donk, for finishing the story. Very hot. You definitely have a way with words. Hope ya find some time for another one some day. Take care.
     
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    Donk,

    Great story. Big cock sex stories always do it for me. Thanks!
     
  8. vega

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    Chuckle. Good story nice and a little humourous of an ending.

    Definitely fiction, most of the girls I know would have drawn blood .
     
  9. Donk

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    Yes, that is the proof that it is not based on a true story. If it were, I probably wouldn't be here to write about it! :)
     
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    Short Story but good story
     
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