D. They switch places, Nate behind me now, whispering, “Let me stretch you for real”
C“I tried to laugh it off, but he stood and pulled his boxers down just enough.”
“You ever seen one this big before?”
I laughed.
Or tried to. It came out nervous, shaky, too thin to be convincing. I opened my water bottle and took a sip to buy time. My hand was trembling slightly.
“Uh… depends what you mean by big,” I said, voice too high.
He didn’t answer. Just watched me. Calm. Curious. Like he was letting me squirm for a moment before deciding what came next.
I kept my eyes on the screen, but I wasn’t watching anymore.
Out of the corner of my vision, I could see him shifting. He leaned forward, elbows on knees. Then he stood again.
And this time, there was purpose to it.
He stepped slightly to the side, not toward the kitchen, but directly in front of the TV, blocking the screen.
I looked up, confused, and before I could say anything… he hooked both thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.
My heart stopped.
He didn’t yank them down. That would’ve been too easy. Too fast. Instead, he pulled them forward, just a few inches. Just enough to give me a peek. A hint. A glimpse.
And there it was.
Thick, long, and heavy, hanging down past where the fabric used to rest. Uncut. Half-hard, maybe. Maybe not. It was hard to tell when something looked like that just on its own.
It curved slightly to the left. Veins visible even in the low light. The head was broad, swollen, with that flushed sheen that makes your mouth go dry.
He didn’t say a word. Just let me look.
I was frozen.
I could feel my cock pulsing, leaking, aching inside my shorts. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want to move. My eyes were locked, memorizing every inch I could see, every shadow, every movement.
Then he let the waistband snap back into place.
The whole thing shifted again. Heavy. Like dropping a thick cable into a gym bag.
And finally, he looked down at me and said:
"Still depends?"
I didn’t answer.
He smirked. Just a little. Like he knew he’d taken control of the moment. Like he was enjoying the fact that I couldn’t even pretend to play it cool anymore.
Then, as casually as if nothing had happened, he sat back down beside me. Even closer this time.
Our thighs touched.
His arm brushed mine.
And that cock, still hidden but very much there, was now just inches from my leg.
We sat in silence for a long minute.
Then he said:
"If you want to see the rest... all you have to do is ask.
What Happens Next...
A. I asked to see it, and he pulled it out right there on the couch
B. I asked to touch it, and he leaned back, arms behind his head
C. I said nothing, so he reached over and placed my hand on it himself
D. I couldn’t speak, and he stood up again, this time letting it fall all the way out
D. He starts feeding it in inch by inch, saying “You’ll take as much as I say, no more, no less”D. Gotta love those alpha males
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