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Hanging Out

by Anonymous

Hanging Out

"If some's good, more's better." -Anonymous
"Standard discalimers here." -Anonymous

So I'm hanging out with my buddy Joe. We're sitting in his room, watching videos and pictures online. A quick description. We're both seniors (woohoo!Only a few more months!). Joe's technically older, but just by a few months. I'm tall, not that big, but tall. More than 6'. And I wear glasses. I've pretty much gotten over all the jokes by now. I'm sort of shy, I guess. Joe's on the short side, about 5' 6", but super-buff, like a bodybuilder, even though he's just a highschooler. He lifts weights probably more often than he should, and he can lift considerably more than his body weight. He doesn't weigh much, since he's kind of short, but I've seen him bech almost 500 lbs. I frequently hear giggling girls in the hallway talk about how big his muscles are and how they like his military cut hair and soft brown eyes. He pretty nice, also very sarcastic, but that's only annoying sometimes, not that I'd ever tell him that. Sometimes he gets touchy about his height though. The whole Napoleon Complex thing. He'll act really cocky and dominant, alpha male thing. He could probably curl me with one arm even though he only comes up to my chest. I have mixed feelings of awe and respect for Joe. And maybe a little fear when he's angry.

Anyways, so we're sitting there, he's in one of those office chairs that spins and rocks back. I just get a camp chair. Joe started showing me pictures he had posted on his Myspace page. He pulled up one that was a closeup of his flexed arm, biceps rippling. It was huge! Split peak, veins, everything. Wow. Joe liked to show off, so I had seen this personally more than a few times, but it still was amazing. Someone had commented beneath the picture. "Whoah! More than one thing that's 15 inches?"

Joe started laughing. I didn't get it right away. Then it clicked. I turned red, blushing. Joe laughed even harder. "I'm not sure that that's genetically possible…" I continued reading the posts, still embarassed, until I heard a *zip* and a *flop*. I slowly turned my gaze away from the arm on the computer to face Joe.

Oh my. Joe had his chair around to face me. With his pants unzipped. And a cock that had to be at least ten inches and as big around as cucumber, maybe salami would be a more fitting comparison, hanging long and thick and meaty out of his jeans. I stared at it dangling there, hanging way over the edge of the chair. I slowly looked up to a smirking Joe. He cocked an dark eyebrow expressively in almost a question, almost an order, and I immediately slipped off of the stool and fell submissively to my knees, looking timidly up at my jacked buddy.

Joe chuckled as he got up and walked over to close the door with his horsecock swaying, still hanging long and thick from the opening in his jeans. It swung heavily with every step, looking huge and intimidating, especially from this angle.

Swaying, swinging, in slow, heavy arcs. I gulped. My heart was racing like it did in speech class now. The door clicked shut.

My eyes were glued to it as it bounced slowly from side to side of Joe's jean-clad thighs and he sauntered back. My eyes followed it as it swung back and forth hypnotically, looking even bigger than it had before. Joe fell back into the chair, long, thick, still soft cock flopping. The warm golf-ball,no, plum sized head brushed my face briefly. My eyes followed every rapturous bounce , totally captivated. It swung slower and slower, almost in slow-mo, finally swinging to a stop right in front of my face. I felt a twinge of fear as my eyes traveled its menacingly thick length.I tore my gaze from the dormant monster hanging right in front of me to look up into the still smirking face of my "little" buddy. His baseball cap cast a shadow over his face that looked sort of ominous or something. And he still had that smug look of superiority on his face. Dominant. An alpha male's feral grin. I was getting a little scared now.

He leaned back in the chair making the long, thick cock sway ever so slightly right in my face. Joe tugged up his t-shirt and idly scratched his chiseled abs (all eight of them). Joe, my studly buddy, hung like a horse and proud of it, calmly folded his hands behind his head. He bounced his bulging biceps a few times with another smirk. I glanced behind me at the locked door. I looked back at Joe. His patronizing grin widened. My eyes slid back down to Joe's monster. It looked so big from this angle, staring up at it's thick length. It looked intimidating. Enormous. Menacing. Huge. Monstrous. It looked…scary. I looked at it nervously. I was shaking from all the adrenaline now.

Joe's low-hanging cock, even thicker, longer, bigger than before, twitched. And then the immense weight of what was about to happen hit me.









I have a pretty good idea of what happens next, but I'm willing to take suggestions. Other characters maybe? More stories in a series? Growth? Plot twists? Comments appreciated. Oh, and none of this ever happened to me (unfortuantely) it's sort of an extrappolation of what could have happened (in a sweaty, hormone driven dream).

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