What are you talking about?, demanded Terry. Why would I want to see him jerk off?
Terry, come on. Look at that thing. Its huge. I mean, Chris probably has the biggest, thickest cock in the world, said Greg. Chris could feel his prick swelling even more when Greg said that. Are you telling me that you honestly dont want to see that thing cumming? Greg looked his friend in the eye, but Terry could see the stiffening rod in Gregs pants too.
Guys, uh, whether you want to watch or not, Im gonna have to jerk off. Im starving and theres no way Im going to be able to go to the dining hall with this. Chris brushed his hand against his cock as he pointed out the problem, and could barely resist the urge to begin stroking it in earnest. I dont care if you watch. I just have to jerk off! I am so fucking hard right now!
Well, if youre going to jerk off anyway, we might as well watch. After all, this way you wont be using any more of our socks, or soaking anyone elses bed. Terry pushed the sheets around and sat down on Chriss bed, using the mess of pillows and sheets to conceal his own growing erection.
Oh, yeah! said Greg. OK, Chris, show us what that baby can do. I cant wait! Greg sat down on one of the chairs in the room and slipped one hand inside his pants to stroke his own shaft. Bring on the main event! Surreptitiously, Terry did the same thing.
Chris strode across the room slowly, feeling his prick bob up and down with every step as his heavy balls swayed from side to side. He assumed a wide-legged stance, letting his massive sack swing freely between his legs, and carefully, deliberately spread his towel over the huge soaked section of Terrys bed. He turned around and sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, letting his fat, round nuts hang over the edge. He reached backward for a bottle of lotion, the motion causing his thick shaft to rise even further in the air. He noticed how Greg followed every motion of his cock. I think I see somebody who would be willing to jerk me off. If I have to keep this up, Im definitely going to need the help.
Chris shook the bottle of lotion, both to force the little remaining to the opening, and to savor the stares of both guys as his gigantic cock bounced up and down in response. He squirted the lotion onto his right palm, and slapped his palm against the underside of his shaft, lotion squeezing between his fingers with a squelch. Ah! Thats a little cold. He put both hands on his rod and began to stroke, spreading the lotion. Mmmm. That feels pretty good. He ran both his hands all of the way up his lengthy rod and caressed his bulbous cockhead before gripping the shaft again and sliding his hands back down to his balls. Man, theres just sooo much meat here to handle. I can barely even get my hands around his monster. My arms are still sore from stroking it last night. He squeezed his shaft as best as he could and tugged on it with short strokes, making it bounce up and down.
Chris had intended to watch Terry and Greg as they watched him stroke his boner. He wanted to revel in their reactions to his gargantuan cock, to exult in his superiority over them. However, as soon as he began stroking his dick, his attention became entirely focused on his own pleasure. He gripped his cock near the head with his left and pulled it first in one direction, then another, as his right hand dove under his balls and played with them, lifting one huge, heavy nut, then the other. After rolling his balls around his nutsack for a while, Chris returned his right hand to his shaft and began caressing the underside of his cock, immediately below his cockhead, while his left hand shifted to make long, slow strokes on the top of his cock, near the base. Ohhhh, yeah. That feels goood. He shifted his grip on his fuckstick and began stroking his penis with both hands, pushing it down, towards the guys, on each outward stroke, feeling the shaft rest heavily on his balls. He lifted his penis upwards, towards his mouth, with each return stroke of his hands from the head towards his balls. As his strokes grew stronger, he began to grunt a little bit with each one. Ungh! Yeah! Fuck! Ungh!. The guys could have been on another planet, for all that Chris cared. All he was conscious of was his gigantic cock, his fat balls, and how fantastic they felt.
Chris began to rock back and forth on the bed, feeling his balls slap against the edge of the bed with each rythmic motion. His hands squeezed and kneaded his fat cock as he pumped it through his grip, sweating with exertion. The hot, veiny shaft seemed to throb with power. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Chris felt the heat of his cock seem to spread out through his groin to his torso and thighs. Chriss excitement grew as he could feel the pressure building inexorably in his balls. As the sensation of pressure climaxed, Chris swung his feet up onto the bed, his bent legs lifting his butt off the bed, though his huge ballsack still dangled on the towel. Yeargh! A massive eruption of cum rocketed out of his cock, spattering everything with huge, sticky gobs of semen. Oh, my fucking god! shouted Greg, as the geyser of jizz was followed by another, and another...
