The Best of Friends

[D_Boris Bendit]

Looking back, I don't how Tony and me ever became friends. Even as a kid, he was the opposite of me: loud, brash and arrogant, full of his own importance, lacking any intelligence or personality. He got by on three things: his good looks, his dad's money, and his big dick.

He never shut up about either. 'I'm deciding whether I wanna follow in my dad's footsteps, be a model or a porn star', he would say to me, agonizing over this choice. What the hell was I deciding between? I'd been kicked out of the house at 16, was ugly as sin and didn't dare look between my legs at what was there. My dad was hung like a moth. I'm 5' 7'' to Tony's 6' 3''. Do the math.

Tony was a jerk but nobody ever said. We'd been friends since the age of 5 and this continued throughout our adolescence. I was the butt of his jokes and the fall guy who always took the blame for his stupid mistakes. I was the one who had to stand watch as he took girls to his car, and then have to console them a few days later once he'd tossed them aside. I thought we were equals. I was wrong. I was his assistant.

 

[D_Boris Bendit]

Things came to boiling point when we were 18 and I'd taken on a job at his dad's garage for money (paying bills, looking after my grandmother who my deadbeat dad disowned etc.). Tony wasn't cleaning cars with me or getting his hands dirty. He was the mini Hitler, telling me what was what and how lousy I was, beating on my 'mosquito dick' and telling me to bend over and show him who was boss.

Some lady came in with a posh car that needed a new coat of paint. I worked my ass off, going over everything with a fine tooth comb. It was fricking beautiful by the time I'd finished. Tony came to take a look. He found fault, as he always did. But he was happy with the job.

Now the rule in every garage in the world is the same. Last one out locks up. Not difficult. Nine times out of ten that was me. Not that night. Tony had taken this old braod back to the garage that night and there they were, at it like rabbits in this newly shining car. I'd had enought of looking out for the jerk, so I pulled off my overalls and got ready to head back home.

I ain't a pervert or anything like that but I was curious to see what the two were up to. I peeked through as I walked past and Tony was covering her due to his sheer size and strength. I looked down, searching for his big fricking tool. I couldn't see it anywhere. Not a jot. All I could see was some little stub, maybe part of the car. It couldn't be?! Oh yeah, it was. Tony had a frickin' shrimp dick. There she lay, like a blow up doll, lifeless and deflated, bored out of her brain. Tony was sweating buckets as he tried to make some impression on her. 'Honey, there's no fucking point', she moaned. 'Move over and let me jump on the gear stick.'

I ran back home, ecstatic.

The next day. There for work as usual. Tony was late again. His dad was there. Big guy, fat as hell. 'What the fuck do you think you've done, you worthless little shit?'

'Hey, what the hell you on about?'

'The whole place has been fucking turned upside down. Everything's gone. And you, you lazy little cunt, forget to lock the god-damn doors! That stupid bitch's car is nowhere to be seen.'

I knew what had happened straight away. Tony had fucked up big time. And told his dad a complete lie.

 

[bigrider]

nice start sounds interesting

 

[Charles Finn]

I love it

 

[MrMXYZPTLK]

Nice start, love the situation going on. But I didn't see a name for the main character, please name him. Also would like measurements, number figures.

But I do absolutely love the set of events and where this story may lead too.

 

[insintex]

A story I have witnessed all too many times! The over grown guy who is strapping and good looking acting like a pomp. Cutting others down about their "small" packages and then them only being able to reveal a thumb stub! Keep rollin wit th's story!

 

[lurker2008]

Such a hot story, please please continue!

 

[raruamiri]

Continue!

Please!

 

[D_Boris Bendit]

The years passed by. I saw Tony maybe once or twice afterwards, a quick nod, not even a smile or pat on the back. Soon after, rumours began to spread about my involvement and Tony was apparently all too willing to state to local businessmen about my 'suspicious behaviour' that night. The car was never found and nor was the thief. In my opinion, it was the old broad Tony had brought back to the joint. Maybe he paid off her with the car and maybe she was so fucked off with his pecker she drove as far away as possible.

I didn't think of Tony much over the years- I moved away, met a great girl called Julie and pretty much had the perfect family life for 10 years, complete with two kids and a dog. She was the first girl I had ever liked, and I was the first man she had ever set eyes on (her dad made mine look like 'Father of the Year').

I say 10 years. Cut a long story short, I had done OK for myself, setting up a convenience story locally. This soon expanded to a few more stores here and there. Things were going well. Then I got greedy. I wanted the fast cars, big house, swimming pool. I was stuck in the small town and wanted the bright lights of the city. It's a shame all my wife and kids wanted was a good husband and a role model. I needed money though, investment, if I wanted to achieve my goal. So I took to the net, my son Marty was a whizz on it and created a great site, detailing who I was, what I wanted, needed to suceed.

I waited for the big shots to invest.

Sure enough they did. I opened an email entitled 'Best of Friends', thought it was going to be some crap chain email type of thing. Instead it read 'Dude, long time no see! Saw you want to play with the big boys (haha) and so why not jump in this threesome with the biggest of them all. Call me.'

It was signed: Tony.

 

[D_Boris Bendit]

Turns out Tony's dad had kicked the bucket that year and Tony was now King Dick of the empire. He wanted a $40,000 investment for a 55% share of profits. I was blinded by greed and forgot what I really thought of the lowlife. I talked it through with Julie who advised me against it. But I had to take it. I called him the next day and we were business partners.

For six months we were riding high. We owned 10 stores across the state and Tony spoke about how he was interested in converting some of his garages to my store name. We moved out of the house and had everything we wanted, horses for my daughter, state of the art music set for my son. Julie stated how wrong she had been. The only downside was the travelling. Tony would pay for me to be put up in the best hotels in the country, all expenses paid. But all the mini-bars in the world are nothing compared to seeing your kids grow up. That's my biggest regret.

Tony never came to visit, and I never saw him. We were getting on just fine. We were 17 beforehand, kids. He seemed a decent guy, still full of himself and riding off hid dad's success but a good businessman.

One night I came back home. The driveway was empty, all 3 of my motors gone, except for a BMW convertible. Shit, it's that know-all investment banker come to kiss as me. Luggage was collecting at the door- our bags, the kids' toys.

I walked in through the door and headed off upstairs, where I could hear noise. The bedroom door was ajar. I knew. Julie was in there, screwing away. But it sounded kinda fucking lousy. Just banging.

'You son of a bitch!' I shouted.

Julie threw off the covers in shock, Tony sprawled out on top, his back hair dripping with sweat. His cock looked like a worm with paralysis, thin and spindly, pathetic, that too swamped in hair. Julie looked bored as fuck, her beautiful tits looking sad and unused. I stood there in disbelief. I pulled Tony out of the bed and he made for the door. 'If I ever set eyes on you again, you useless little shit, then I will bust your fucking brains', I said. I turned back and he was gone.

Julie was now sobbing. 'You...you...conniving little bitch', I snarled, 'how the fuck could you do this to me? With that son of a bitch? You gonna leave with him? That's why the bags there? The business trips he sent me on, I know the story. But why? What the hell does he have?'

Julie shot back, thrusting her tits out in anger. 'Listen to me!'

'No!'

'The cops came this morning, looking for you. Thirteen charges of fraud, embezzlement, corporate theft. They took the cars and they would have taken every god damn fucking vase in the house if they had the time.'

'It can't possibly...I am an honest man, god damn you!'

'I know you are. But that fucking cunt wasn't!'

'The cunt you just happened to be screwing?! Spare me the shit.'

'Tony called the cops. He knew the shit was going down. He'd got some investors from New Jersey, old couple, and took every last fucking dime they had. Did it all in your name, baby.'

'The lousy cunting fuck!'

'And so he came here, when the police had gone. Bold as fucking hell. And he sat me down and he...' at this point Julie was nearly on the floor in tears.

'What did he do?' I asked, unconvinced.

'He said he could get us out of the shit, pay off that couple and sort it all out, drop the charges, get you out of jail and let the kids know their dad. On one count.'

'Which was?'

'I had to fuck him. And leave you. They were the rules.'

 

[D_Boris Bendit]

She didn't leave me for him, of course. But she might as well have. We tried to stay together for the kids' sake more than anything, but two months down the line, living in a cramped apartment, we decided that for our collective sanity, separation was the way back to happiness. Marty and Emily, my kids, went to stay with Julie's sister, while Julie kept the apartment. And me? An old pick-up truck I found for $300. Couldn't move and was twice as old as me but it was pretty much a mobile home. I have never felt so lonely in all my life.

The only thing I knew I had was my dick. Surprising though it may be, the numerous taunts that Tony would come up with were not true. It was only after my first time with Julie that I found out I was packing a monster down there. 8.5 inches at full mast, 6.5 inch girth and the biggest head you've seen in your life. Soft, I hang about 7 inches, with a big set of balls. Julie couldn't get enough of it, and when we split she gave me one last BJ for old time's sake. I'd lay in my truck at night, not a dime or a friend to be seen, but I always had ol' trouser-snake.

 

[Charles Finn]

I hope this gets better

 

[D_Boris Bendit]

The call came late one evening. 'Is this Mr Morgan?'

'Yeah. Look, I can pay next week...'

'Woah, hold it. Look I'm calling on behalf of your good friend Tony DiMarco.'

Good friend?! Even hearing his name made me squirm.

'I don't who the fuck you're on about.'

'Tony said there might be trouble. Just listen. It's a proposition.'

'I have had enough of them from that son of a bitch to last me a fucking lifetime. He's the reason I'm sat in a freezing cold fucking car on my own, you asshole.'

'Fuck man, I'm the messenger. Tony's branched out onto the web. Got a new business going here on Enriki Island.'

'Where the fuck is that?'

'Out in the Dominican Republic.'

'Christ, what's the fucker into now?'

'This is an adult resort for couples.'

'Ha, jeez, I really have fucking heard it all now. Guy always a sex starved freak.'

'This week, to mark his branching out further on the web, he's staging a contest.'

'The biggest asshole? He's a winner, hands down.'

'Not so much the biggest asshole as the biggest dick.'

'He wins that too.'

'He sure has a monster, it has to be said.'

What the fuck? The guy either went through the biggest and latest growth spurt known to man or he's a liar.

'And where do I come into this?'

'Tony is looking for other competitors. Basically, you show up, drop your briefs and stand there, while being given a hand job by the sexiest fucking chicks you've seen in your life.'

'But why me?'

'He wanted to make amends. He'll pay for your flights and you get a room here all week. I gotta be honest, dude, he said you're tiny and that's one less competitor for him. He's been hunting out the smallest cocks I've ever seen.'

'This is the most fucked up shit I've ever heard in my life.'

'Tell me about it.'

I looked at myself- dirty, cold, lacking any drive or spirit. A size contest? I'd heard about them before, and I wasn't lacking, let's put it that way. But that jerk would find a way to win.

'I said, boss, why would you stake everything you had on your piece of meat?'

'What?'

'Oh yeah, the biggest dick could walk away with $4.2 million, Tony's house, cars, this fucking island. If he wasn't so big, I'd say he was insane. But let's face it, this is the biggest ego trip you could go on.'

My dick snaked down to my knee, throbbing beneath my tight jeans.

'Count me in, kid. When can I get there?'

 

[D_Boris Bendit]

The resort was beyond my wildest dreams. Palm trees swaying in the sun, waves lapping up on the beach. And the hottest couples I've seen in my life screwing away like there was no tomorrow. Sprawled out on the sand, up against the trees- it was swarming with heat and passion. I felt so god damn lonely in my room.

I tried all I could to avoid Tony, quite frankly seeing him with his cock out was one too many times. The man repulsed me. On the first evening I looked out of my room, saw about 4 couples still enjoying themselves, and there was Tony: shirt off, his huge gut hanging over his shorts. He was always the hairiest dude I knew. He had piled weight on but was walking round like he was fucking Casanova, with two of the hottest girls I've seen on each arm.

Knock at the door. Room service. Guy came in with my steak and fries and introduced himself as the dude who phoned me. 'Thanks', I said, offering him a tip. 'Hey, who the fuck are those two with Tony?'

'Ha! The Swing Sisters? Tony's newest toys. The one on the left? His wife.'

Jesus Christ. You would never have guessed. He was now walking round each couple, patting the chick's butts and watching them real close. This guy had gotten worse.

'You nervous about tomorrow?' he asked me.

'Nah, no need to be. This is a free holiday and if I win, then that's just a bonus.'

'Yeah, good luck man. See you around.'

I knew that there was no way Tony was going to let anyone win: he was sly and clued up and a natural liar, so he would find a way to disguise his pecker as a python. The question was whether I could ever manage to match up...

 

[MrMXYZPTLK]

All I can say is WOW, I'm not sure whats going on. There are 7 posts total, and already 20 years have passed.

It started in high school, then he gets and looses 3 businesses, his wife seems to have left him, and now he's partners with his friend agian.

Slow down the story a bit, please.


Pretty much, great start, but things are now moving to fast and it's getting a bit dumb. It's like your watching a movie with a broken screen. Your hearing everything going on, but you can't picture anything because there are no details.

 

[xmarksbreakdownx]

Why do people start stories and not finish them? I mean... this isnt really the best hottest story in the world (far from it) but still...