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Hanging Out II

by Anonymous

So there I was, staring at my buddy's obscenely long and thick cock, hanging heavily out of his unzipped jeans inches from my face. It was so long it spilled over the edge of the swiveling office chair Joe was sitting in. The air was stifling and thick. All I could hear was the ticking of a clock on the wall and my own breathing.

Joe casually batted his cock, setting it slowly swinging, like a hypnotist's watch . My eyes followed it, back and forth in its lazy arcs. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Back and forth, back and forth. Slow, heavy. The only noise I could hear was the clock, ticking in time with each pendulous swing. I was so focused, so completely absorbed with staring at Joe's cock that I didn't notice him bat it again. I don't know how long I knelt there, eagerly watching, before Joe stopped, the arcs growing smaller and smaller until the thick length of the monster hung perpendicular to my face. It looked bigger, longer, but still soft.

I tore my reverent gaze away from the altar of Joe's cock to find guidance from my friend. He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and an overwhelming feeling of submissiveness overcome me. I needed, at some deep, primal level, to serve Joe. To submit to his superiority. To worship his amazing cock. To shower it with praise and love and…service. To service it. I had to bring Joe pleasure. He deserved it. It was his right.

Wait. What was I doing!? Joe was my best friend, doing this would be so demeaning, embarrassing…I mean, going down on another guy? An equal? And then it hit me. I wasn't Joe's equal. He was the alpha male, a deity. He was superior to me in every way. It was my duty to submit to his superiority.

Joe looked down smugly as my mental struggles subsided and I looked up in timid adoration at my friend. I knelt lower, opening as wide as I possibly could. The massive cock made contact with my tongue. I whimpered. It was so thick and meaty. The plum sized head slid further down my throat. Deeper. Claiming me. I reverently closed my lips around its girth and gently ran my tongue around the thick head. But raw hunger and desire soon overcame me and I slurped with wild abandon. "I'm going to need a couch, now that I'm going to be doing this all the time." Joe told me casually. I was too busy rolling my tongue around the thick shaft, feeling every bump and ridge. But something was wrong. I reluctantly pulled away.

The cock hung heavy and huge, glistening wet. It was still soft. What was I doing wrong?! Why couldn’t I pleasure Joe?! I looked up with panic to Joe. He was frowning. He was unimpressed. Desperation welled up in me. I frantically seized the long soft cock again. I redoubled my efforts, frenziedly sucking. Joe leaned back again with his hands folded behind his head. My labors were rewarded as I felt Joe's cock start to throb deep in my throat. I whimpered with subservient glee. I sucked with wild abandon, trying to bring the organ to full tumescence. Joe still wasn't impressed apparently. He leaned up and grabbed a magazine, settling back in the chair reading as I continued servicing his massive cock. He looked almost bored as he thumbed through. I noticed the title of the magazine out of the corner of my eye. Psychology Today. And there was some featured article about "covert" something or other. I guess psychology was what Joe wanted to major in when he got to college, so I didn't think anymore about it. I was too busy burying my lips between the foreskin and slowly swelling head. I eagerly ran my tongue beneath the thick folds, grazing the broad ridge of the swollen head. Eventually the plum sized head swelled enough to stretch to foreskin tight, preventing me from slipping my tongue between them. I whimpered piteously, but continued sucking and bobbing my head.

But it wasn't enough. I felt the cock soften again. I desperately picked up my pace, sucking the long, thick spongy length. Joe set down his magazine with an angry frown on his face. "Look," he said in a deep voice that made me quiver with fear and desire. "If you want to keep doing this, that's fine, but if you're going to do it this way, I'm going to have to do something else to entertain myself."

"What?" I asked in a trembling whisper.

"The computer."

"But…how can I, I mean where will I…"

Joe pointed beneath the desk.

Thoughts of how humiliating that would was floated up, only to be crushed by my overwhelming desire to please and serve Joe. I crawled beneath the desk and Joe spun the chair around and wheeled it forward, blocking me in. Joe's impressive endowment hung once again in my face. I was determined to show Joe that I was able to be helpful. I seized the long rubbery cock and began wildly sucking. Joe sat seemingly unaffected. He idly clicked around, watching videos and looking at pictures.

Mercifully, the horsecock started swelling. I was almost alarmed as it filled suddenly, like a high pressure fire hose. My lips were stretched comically wide in an obscene "O." My cheeks were completely filed by the head alone. I didn't care though, I was finally pleasing Joe. He didn’t seem to notice though. He just typed away impassively. I struggled on with the chokingly large monster, gulping and swallowing. Even though less than half of it was in my mouth, I already had fought past the gag reflex to let the swollen head slide deep. I gurgled happily when Joe casually laid a hand on my head. My joy turned to panic though when he suddenly thrust his hips while holding my head down, viciously punching a lot more inches into my throat. I thought that I'd certainly feel the bulbous dickhead brush against my heart and lungs. Through all this he remained silent, not even a grunt, just calmly extending his dominance over me.

I bobbed ever faster and more eager, servicing my muscular friend like a cheap whore. That image inspired me to try even harder. Joe's little whore. Pleasuring him whenever and wherever he wanted.

On and on I sucked and swallowed, whimpering happily as drool leaked out around the soda-can girth of the swollen cock. Suddenly I was deprived of the wonderful bull cock filling me. Joe pulled out of my desperate lips with a loud wet pop. His massive cock jutted up proudly, bulging red and glistening from my ministrations. Still silent, and not even looking down, Joe handed me a ruler. Gasping with heat and desire, I pressed the wooden bar flat against the bottom of the monster. It bounced with Joe's heartbeat. The cock spread up and out beyond the ruler, dwarfing it. There was at least a ruler's width of pulsing dick on either side of the wooden bar. I marked twelve inches and slid the ruler up. One, two, three, four, five. The massive head completely covered the five inch line. A throb pushed it up to six. That added up to…eighteen. Eighteen! Eighteen inches! I dived towards all eighteen rock hard inches, eager to get them in my mouth again, but Joe grabbed my hair and held me away. He instead pushed my head lower, towards his baseball sized nuts. I immediately began licking and sucking. On an impulse, I opened wide and somehow managed to stuff both of them in my mouth, stretching my cheeks to unbelievable proportions. Joe reached down to massage his massive balls through the taut skin of my chipmunk cheeks, cock grinding against my forehead.

Joe finally rolled the chair back and let me out. I knelt waiting. He nodded and I slid down the thick shaft, moaning as my lips were stretched tight and gurgling on the steady flow of precum. When I was as far down as I could go, I looked up adoringly at Joe. He grinned back. He grabbed my ears, still smiling, and began pumping my head up and down the monstrous length of his horsecock. I settled happily into the slow rhythm, slurping and sucking. His grin suddenly turned mean as he shoved my head down as he cruelly thrust up, finally burying my face in thick pubes that smelled like AXE. My eyes crossed and I couldn’t breathe. The huge cockhead had to be right by my stomach it was so deep. It hurt, but I was in ecstasy, rapture. I was fulfilling my purpose. I was serving Joe.

Joe's bull-balls were so full of cum that they pushed up against my chin, now I really couldn't breathe. But the huge nuts pulled up tight, and then the huge cock throbbed. And again. It swelled and flexed. Spasming, throbbing. A beat, and then the huge hose buried in my throat started spasming harder and faster. The head, deep inside me, started shooting pulsing jets of cum like a firehose. I could literally feel each shot travel from the heaving balls, down the bulging shaft, to erupt from the massive head. Joe just stared down impassively as he filled me up. Each shot slammed painfully deep inside, so deep that it was deposited directly into my stomach, which I could see visibly swell with each jetting pulse. The cock was so massively thick that not the tiniest dribble could escape past my lips. After huge throb shot a cup of cum deeper than all the rest, Joe pulled out and shot the last firehose jet all over my face, covering my glasses.

Joe casually wiped his slowly softening cock in my hair. "Good job." He then turned back to the computer not bothering to zip up his pants. He left his cock, still glistening with my spit, hanging heavy and huge out of the open zipper.

I cleaned my glasses and went to the door. Joe spun around. "Where do you think you're going?"
He hefted his impressive right ball. "These aren't empty yet."

I fell happily to my knees, ready to serve.

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