Bruce couldnt stop moving his hand up Joshs leg. It was like Bruce was watching one of his videos. Only this time, he was one of the actors, taking instruction on what to do from an off-screen director. His hand was only a couple of inches now from Joshs crotch. What was going to happen now? How far was Bruce willing to go to see Joshs titanic cock in action? And how far would Josh let him go?
Bruces hand paused. He looked at Josh, who was breathing heavily and wild-eyed in anticipation of what Bruce was going to do next. Josh may have been the one with the bigger dick, but Bruce definitely was in charge of this encounter. Whatever happened (or didnt happen) would be up to him! How bad do I want to see this cock in action? Bruce thought for a few seconds. Bad enough to do whatever it takes?
Stand up, Bruce said. Josh complied. Bruce moved his chair around so that it was facing Josh. Bruce sat back down again. Come here. Josh moved towards Bruce. Bruce sat on the edge of the chair and spread his legs so that Josh could stand only a few inches away. Shaking just a little, his hands reached out and grabbed Josh by the hips, right where the waistband of his boxers began. His fingers started curling around the cotton fabric.
Bruce, man! Josh whispered urgently. You . . . you dont have to do this for me!
Bruce looked into Joshs eyes. Yeah, I do. And its not just for you. Its for me, too. And I dont HAVE to do it, I WANT to do it. He paused for a second. Just promise me this, OK? Whatever happens tonight, its just between us, OK? I dont plan to make a habit of . . . of whatever is going to happen, got it?
Yeah, Bruce, of course! I promise.
Bruce returned to the job at hand. His fingers were still curled around the waistband. He started pulling down Joshs boxersslowly, so slowly. Just like in Bruces videosno, he thought, gotta make it BETTER than in the videos. As the boxers slowly came down, Bruce noticed how athletic Joshs body really was. Not as muscular as his own, but strong, lean, cut. He could feel the tense muscles as his fingers moved along Joshs skin. He could sense the boxers moving down Joshs backside, revealing more and more of his tight ass. Bruce had an urge to turn Josh around and sink his face into that ass, but he resisted. There were bigger things to attend to, much bigger.
The boxers were low enough now to reveal Joshs dark pubes. His treasure trail led down to a bush that was thick enough to tell that Josh was a real man, but not so dense as to hide the root of Joshs colossus. That was coming into view now. Oh my god, its so thick! It was as thick across as the length of Bruces thumb. Lower now, lower! As the boxers continued their descent, the first couple of inches of Joshs still-soft cock came into view. The pipe was laying on top of two testicles, each of which looked like more than a mouthful. They hung down low, although there wasnt a lot of excess skin in Joshs ball sack. Instead, his balls took up most of the space, pressing against the skin, almost with a visual throbbing.
Wow, Josh, those nuts are huge! When was the last time you jerked off?
Um, almost five days now.
Five days? Shit man, how come?
Well, I was holding off tonight, cuz I wanted a big load when I, you know, tried to suck myself off . . . . Josh said, with some embarrassment in his voice.
No worries man, no worries. Its gonna be all right. Bruce said reassuringly.
Lower, lower!
Four or five inches of cock was showing now. Bruce couldnt believe that Josh was so hung that his still-soft cock was longer than his was, rock-hard. Was this guy even human?
Up to this point, Josh had kept his hands to his sides. But as the boxers got down to his knees, Josh reached out and lightly put his hands on Bruces shoulders. Bruce didnt mind. In fact, the hands felt good to him.
With one final pull, the boxers fell to the floor around Joshs feet. Bruce was staring at Joshs cock, now exposed in all its glory only a few inches from Bruces face. Probably because of Joshs nerves, his cock was still soft. But Bruce would take care of that!
Bruce watched as his right hand reached out, closing the distance between the two college boys. Without hesitation, it took hold of Joshs cock and started fondling, stroking, squeezing it. It felt so natural, so right to Bruce. He had been afraid it would feel weird, but it didnt! What it did feel was, was, . . . inadequate. Bruce realized that his right hand, although plenty big enough for his own cock, could never hope properly to service Joshs equipment, even in its soft state. His left hand reached out and joined his right, working together to unleash the power that lay just under the surface.
Bruce used his years of experience in manual self-stimulation to manipulate Joshs nerve endings in just the right way, with just the right amount of pressure and manipulation. And the beast responded. Oh boy, did it respond! Bruce could feel Joshs cock filling with blood, getting thicker, and longer, and stiffer. He felt like a master craftsman, manipulating a mound of soft clay that formed, as if by magic, into the most massive and perfect cock that he had ever seen!
The cock was really growing now, getting longer and longer, rising until it was sticking straight out from Joshs hot body. Bruce had to scoot the chair back to give it more room to grow. And it wasnt just getting longer, it was getting thicker, too. Bruce felt his hands being pushed further apart as the cock transformed from thick to damn thick to shit thats thick to monster thick. He had to grip it tight just to keep control over the growing fuckstick.
It didnt help mattersor actually, maybe it didthat Joshs elephant had started streaming precum. By this time, his cockhead was beet-red and practically glowing with all the blood that was in it. The slit was engorged, and a steady trickle of fluid was dripping from the head onto the floor and down the barrel of his cock as well. The natural lubricant quickly coated his cock, making it easier for Bruce to squeeze harder and stroke faster without fear of damaging Joshs love muscle.
By this time, Joshs cock was at full mast and pointed up almost to the sky. Bruce let go of it to admire his handiwork. Both boys were panting, one from the pleasure he had received so far, and one from the work it had taken to awake the sleeping beast and bring it to maximum size. Bruce doubted that a ruler would come close to capturing its true length. The veiny cock bounced up and down, moving in time to Joshs racing pulse. Fully erect and shiny with precum, it had no discernable curve to the left or the right, nor up or down. It was just a FUCKING HUGE DICK with its leaky head pointing straight at Bruces mouth. Bruce wondered what he had gotten himself into, and what would happen next . . . .