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Hanging Out Part III: A Weighty Topic

by Anonymous

Joe yawned and stretched as I stared adoringly up at him from the floor. It had taken some time to "empty" him, but he seemed satisfied for now. His horse dick now hung well over the edge of his bed, dormant, but still thick and long. It was dry too. Joe had made me clean it off after I had finished blowing him. Turns out the only thing nearby to use was my shirt, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to do what Joe told me.

I sat there waiting for Joe to say something, alternating stares at the massive cock and Joe's smirking face. "I think in exchange for giving you the honor of sucking me off, it's only fair that you owe me something now." I nodded vigorously. It wasn't every day you got the privilege of blowing a huge monster cock like Joe's. "Here's my homework. And I expect an A on that Civ paper."

Joe stood up, my eyes instantly drawn to his swinging dick. Damn it was long. And thick. And meaty. And look at those veins. Even when it was soft it was the biggest, most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I probably would have stared at it for hours if Joe hadn't interrupted me. "Well?"

"Hunh?"

Joe smirked. "I know you have a lotta work to do, so you better get going." I was sad that I had to leave the presence of my stud-god buddy and his amazing, overwhelming cock, but at the same time I knew that I was being dismissed, and I didn’t want to upset Joe. I needed to get to work on repaying him. Just a paper and a few worksheets was hardly payment for what I had just been allowed to do. I managed to stand up with some difficulty. I felt so full.

Joe stood at the door of his room as I walked down the stairs. I turned to look back and I was treated to the magnificent sight of him standing there grinning dominantly with his dick hanging proudly out of his unzipped jeans. I almost tripped down the last two steps because I was staring. It was hard not to run back up the stairs and give Joe another blowjob right there at the top of the stairs. Joe laughed as he turned around, stuffing his member back in his plaid boxers. That did make me forget where I was going. I ran into the closed door.



I woke up feeling sick to my stomach after a night of frenzied dreaming. I couldn't think of any reason I could possibly not feel well. All I had done yesterday was go to school, go over to Joe's to do some homework, then come home and written a paper. So why did I feel like I had gorged myself on a Thanksgiving feast? My stomach even looked a little distended. And why did I have two sets of homework? Oh yeah, I had owed Joe for…something. Probably for his advice on girls. He had no problem picking up dates with his tight body and self-assured carriage. He had even set me up on a date once, of course she was dating him instead two days later, but that was okay. Joe did seem to have trouble holding onto girls though. His bulging muscles might attract girls like magnets, but his cocky superiority drove them away again. He had told me before how much he wished he could find someone who liked his cocky attitude and would just do whatever he wanted and be submissive like they should be when hanging out with an alpha male like him.

I ate a TUMS and headed out, still feeling full and wondering what grade Joe and I would get on our papers.

"Here you go." I handed over the paper.

"I would say thanks, but you've owed this to me for awhile."

"Yeah," I laughed, "I guess I have," still trying to remember why I had been in Joe's debt. Joe smirked as I laughed.

"Here, you can carry my backpack." I took it from Joe without really knowing why, but I didn't mind carrying Joe's stuff. He deserved it.

"So man, got any plans for the weekend?" Joe said. As he did, he casually grabbed his crotch, adjusting his package. It was huge. Why hadn't I ever noticed that before? I vaguely remembered Joe bragging, but then again, most jocks do.

"Uhhh…" I was to busy staring to notice Joe's leering grin.

"You okay?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"Y-Yeah. I think I just stayed up to late, or just worked to hard. I sort of feel like I ate to much last night too." Joe laughed.

"You need to take it easy man. I know I always feel better if I just stick to protein shakes after I work out in the morning instead of a whole meal. Feel free to hit me up for a free drink whenever you need one. I have more than enough protein shakes to feed the entire school."

I nodded. "Maybe I'll take you up on that offer sometime."



Joe and I headed over to my house. Since it was Friday Joe was going to spend the night and we we're going to get up early to go to this big carnival thing being held at school. First thing Joe did after dinner was his hundred pushups and situps. I glanced through his backpack as he did. He had brought a couple of games and it looks like there was a magazine or two also. I pulled one out. Modern Psychoanalysis. I was just starting to flip though it when Joe gave me a menacing warning look mid-pushup. I didn't ask any questions as I carefully put it back. After beating me at every computer game I owned and the ones that he brought, Joe made a couple of cocky comments about how dominant he was, flexed a still pumped bicep in victory, and then headed to the bathroom to take a shower, still laughing at me.

He came out a little while later still dripping wet, running a towel through his short brown hair. Holy cow. Holy freaking cow. My breath hitched and I could feel my cheeks turning red again. Fortunately Joe didn’t seem to notice. He was wearing plaid boxers. And they were full. I could tell from the way the bulge shifted that there was no way he was sock stuffing. Joe draped the towel around his shoulders. He started offhandedly massaging his bulging crotch.

"So what now, bro?"

I stared.

Joe looked back. He knew I was staring. He gave me a look of mock confusion before glancing down at his package. He grinned as he hefted it with a hand.

"Yeah. I'm pretty gifted down here. Biggest guy in school. My last girlfriend dumped me when she found out how huge it was. It's a pain trying to stuff it into jeans."

I couldn't tear my eyes away. As hard as I tried to just act normal and laugh, I couldn't. All I could do was stare.
"Wanna see it?" He reached for the button that held the front of the boxers together. I started to panic. What was going on?

The button popped open and out flopped a monster dick. Joe's member was seriously huge, like, draft horse huge. And it looked perfect. Beautiful even. My panic was instantly gone. I should have been terrified, but I just stood there gaping. Joe set his lengthy member swinging like a clock's pendulum as he grinned at me. I stared enraptured as it swung heavily, back and forth...

Next thing I knew I was on my knees and Joe was sitting on my bed, the swollen plum of his cockhead brushing my lips. Joe's muscular legs were on either side of my head, reminding me of the pillars in a Greek temple. I looked up submissively and a smirking Joe nodded with a laugh. I slowly stretched my lips as far as they would go, which with the enormous size of his throbbing helmet was only about halfway. Joe nonchalantly placed his hand on the top of my head and then a few seconds later brutally thrust his hips up as he held my head firmly in place. The jaw-breaking cockhead popped past my cruelly stretched lips, it's thick flared ridge preventing it from sliding back out. I yelled, but it was completely muffled by the meaty dickhead filling my mouth. It felt like my lips were going to tear. I fought through the tears. I looked back up at Joe and began trying my hardest. After a couple of tries I managed to get most of it down my throat. Joe pumped my head vigorously up and down a few times, his powerful hands on my ears, until I got the idea. (And I was stretched enough to do it without help from my muscular friend). After I sucked eagerly for awhile, occasionally looking for approval from the god I was servicing, I was pulled moaning from the Joe's amazing member. I lunged towards it whimpering, but Joe easily held me back, his hand gripping my hair.

My smirking friend, no, master, held the hard, thick, glistening cock in front of my face. I suddenly stopped struggling, staring at rapturously. My wide eyes followed it as he moved it back and forth. Then he slapped the massive, wet dick against my burning cheeks, drawing moans of pleasure from my abused throat. He grinned evilly as he poked it all over my face, in my eyes, my forehead, near my eager mouth, before he pulled back again. He pushed me roughly back as he stood up from my bed.

He began pumping his magnificent organ, strong hand gliding up and down its perfect proportions. It swelled bigger, the huge throbbing mushroom head especially. The throbbing quickened and Joe motioned condescendingly for me to open wide. Joe's chest flexed, hard,
the bulging muscles leaping up suddenly into huge striated mounds. The first fire hydrant shot almost knocked me off my feet as it blasted into my waiting mouth. Joe shouted in triumph. I gulped as fast as I could, but by the third or fourth baseball-sized jet shot out of Joe's hard wet dickhead I couldn't handle anymore. Joe looked slightly angry at this and aimed at my glasses. The powerful jet blasted my glasses off of my face. Joe laughed cruelly as he continued pumping his load all over me. I just knelt there meekly, silently reveling in the attention Joe was giving me. I wondered why a glorious deity like him would deign to even notice a worthless wimp like me. I blacked out before he was finished emptying his magnificent, massive bull-balls.


I awoke feeling amazingly full. I looked down in shock at my obscenely stretched and swollen stomach. Then I felt something heavy on my face. I looked up. Joe was standing at the side of my bed, looking down smugly at me. I realized after a horrified second that his massive, heavy cock was draped over my face! And the only thing that came to mind was how hung Joe was. He was hung like a horse! Bigger even! It was huge! I should have been shocked or disgusted, but instead I wondered how had I not noticed how ridiculously well-endowed my friend was. The bulge that thing must make! It has to be obscene! I mean, how can you miss that monster? I was amazed, impressed, and …eager.

Joe leaned in close and whispered with a smirk, "Ready for round two?"

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