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FIREHOUSE DICK -- part one
2012 * *I'm at there equinox by my house and somewhere between the third and fourth set of weighted lunges, my phone beeps. The text message reads:
TIME TO SUCK DICK.
Even though we were all by now pushing thirty, I still work out with my frat brothers -- we still goof around like we did back in the good 'ol days and cause trouble...even though now we all go back to our wives or girlfriends at the end of the day.
Not me though -- I'm still single, and after a pretty disastrous engagement that ended with the chick pressing charges I'm likely to stay that way... But you know what, that's a story for another time.
My twin brother Pat is happily married, living the suburb over and expecting his second kid soon. So maybe there's something to that life.
But, as for me, could never really settle down. Guess there's a lot of reasons. Pat, maybe some of my other "brothers" too, are the only ones who really know me--I mean REALLY know the guy named Rob Kutchins. But even they probably have no idea what kind of crazy shit I'm into these days.
TIME TO SUCK DICK.
I read it again and again as I drove. The many inches of dick I had crammed in my gym shorts was already stiffening up, and I knew I had just a minute or two before I went full-on rager. Even though it was my set, I turned to Mike and Ed and tried to make some excuse.
"I gotta go, dudes."
"Thought we were gonna get beers after, faggot?"
"Problems at home" I lied well.
I got in my car and sped through traffic, blowing a light or two and taking back streets. It was about a fifteen minute drive across town, and the whole time my hard dick tented my shorts. I could have scratched a diamond with that thing--rock hard.
Phone buzzes again. HURRY THE FUCK UP.
I go faster, barely braking in time to avoid a ticket when I see a cop on Main Street. As soon as I'm in the clear I fit the pedal again. The guys hate to be kept waiting.
At long last I pull around the corner. The only thing on my mind--the thing that has consumed me for weeks now since this whole thing started -- DICK.
I need it.
And I knew inside the Fire Station I was gonna get plenty.
Guess if you're gonna tell it, you gotta go back--way back--to the beginning. First of all, I aint no faggot -- never had any trouble getting girls. In fact, I got TONS. Three reasons for that:
1- Lacrosse -- my brother Pat and I played lacrosse since we were old enough to hold a stick. My dad played in college too so he encouraged it, and to be honest when he died I think it sort of connected us to his memory or some gay shit like that. Anyway, we were both GOOD. I played center and Pat played right wing. Getting chicks just sort of went with the territory with being talented on the field. I still remember my first fuck at the age of fourteen with this eighteen year old slut from out on long island (totally don't know her name--is that wrong??), this was at a
tournament where Pat and I had killed it with a hat trick a piece. Must have made her pussy wet because that night she was blowing me in the woods behind the school, and then taking ride on my dick. In hindsight it was nothing special, but good to shake off the cobwebs anyway.
2- My dick. Aight, I'm gonna just get this out of the way here because it's gonna come up a liot and its a BIG part of who I am. My dick is ten and a half inches, thick as fuck, and has a nice strong curve to it.
Bitches LOVEEEEEEE my dick. I was called Banana in middle school, but truthfully that didn't even do it justice. I have a porn star dick--in fact, I've been asked to do porn (never have though...yet). In high school I've made many a girl's reputation by rumors that she could deep throat my cock -- so far only a handful of them have been able to (and there have been many handfuls over the years). Always did pretty good for my reputation when word got out of my dick size. girls loved the thought of fucking me and guys wanted to be me I guess. Pretty says on the eyes in general too -- Pat and I are 6'2" (he's slightly taller), brown haired, thin and ripped. Hah, know I sound conceded right now but just trying to be honest to start up my story...we're good looking cats.
3- The Twin thing. Okay, so the third thing that has gotten me laid over the years is just the fact that Pat and I are identical twins. I don't really understand it, but chicks love twins. Maybe it's shut so they have the story or something, but around the time of college (Pat and I both went to a small private college in New England, where we played lacrosse together) we realized that if we offered chicks the chance to bone both of us, pretty much nobody would ever say no. I've tag teamed maybe 50 chicks with Pat, and had another twenty or thirty blow both of us one after the other. The Kutchins' brothers definitely pulled our weight in pussy.
So I get women. I love women. I'm good--no, GREAT--at fucking women...
But I admit that since I was just a kid there's been something else inside of me, some disease I couldn't quite kill, this fascination with a dude's dick.
I didn't want to suck them or get fucked with them or anything queer...I just fucking thought about them lot. The look, the shape. I dreamed about dicks. I wanted to be near dicks and touch dicks and smell dicks. And this all started because at the age of fifteen I finally saw a dick that was bigger than mine -- and it was, of course, Pat's.
*1998 *
Our dad died when Pat and I were 10, but it didn't take my mother long to remarry. By thirteen mom and Jack, her new husband, had a baby girl -- my first sister, her name is Edie. By the time Edie turned two mom thought she needed her own room as the cradle wasn't cutting it anymore. That was bad news for Pat and I as, for the first time, at the end of fifteen, we were gonna be sharing a bedroom.
Maybe when you're 8 or 9 a bunk beds situation with your twin brother could be a fun scenario. But when your fifteen, and both living your own lives, it pretty much sucks to have to share space with another moody, pubescent, constantly bone red dude. As I mentioned I had sex for the first time the year before, and it's not like I was scoring tons of chicks just yet, but I did like the freedom to sneak a chick into my bedroom for a make out session. Pat was the same way -- and while we got along we didn't exactly run with the same crowd (we were both popular, but I hung out mostly with dudes from the class above and junior class. Pat's best friends were all freshman like us). So basically, neither of us were happy with the situation but we did as mom said, sucked it up, and tried to make the best of it. We hung Pink Floyd posters and Sports Illustrated models on the ceiling and lined up our lacrosse trophies not he borough--trying to outdo each other.
Let me tell you-- fifteen year old boys are fucking disgusting. I knew I made a mess, and that I stunk sometimes especially after coming for the field, but between Pat and I our room pretty much always smelled like a locker room. Mom tried to get us to clean our room more, but I think she chalked a lot of it up to that old, dismissive adage: "boy's will be boys."
And I guess that's when I first started to notice Iw as..well...different.
You see, instead of being disgusted when Pat filled our hamper with his stinking, shit-stained, soaking wet jock after a big lacrosse match, I found myself, strangely, liking it. I'd lie on my bed and play gameboy breathing in the scent permeating the room. I'd take in Pat's smell in the morning while I got ready, just linger by the hamper and enjoy the reek. I didn't actually touch it or sniff it -- wasn't quite ready for that -- but knew the more and more I smelled it the more intoxicated I was with it.
Pat was oblivious, of course. We are a lot a like (and obviously look identical) but he's a bit more carefree and outgoing than I am. He'd go about his business, maybe make jokes about how bad our room smell,d but nothing really seemed to bother him. Obviously I didn't mention to my fifteen year old twin brother how much I enjoyed the smell of his sweaty nuts; can you imagine!?
It's odd, but I think we were living in the same room for almost a year before I actually saw my brother's meat. Not that I was looking, or that he did anything to conceal or not conceal it, just kind of never same up.
But I remember the situation well: * * 1999
I was passed out for about three hours when Pat came into our room, quietly as he carefully shut the door, but then very noisily as he undressed roughly. He was wasted. He had gone out with this kid Kevin Jones, a sophomore who was kind of a hick and, rumor had it, would get beers from his hick father. Well Pat must have had more than a few because he was sort of spinning in =circles, trying to get his shirt off. I don't know why but I just sort of lied there,e one eye open, watching my brother stagger drunkenly.
Then before I knew it, Pat had unbuttoned his jeans. Busting out almost immediately--apparently he had gone Commando that night--was my brother's BEAST. Pat's dick was fully grown by then and it must have been a full ten and a half inches long -- maybe just a cm smaller than my own. I always knew I was oversized but didn't really put the pieces together that there was a genetic component. I don't think I ever saw our father's dick but, I remember this well, one of my first thoughts upon seeing Pat's was that I wondered just how big dear old dad was between his legs.
Anyway, Pat's drunk ass waving his big ol dick in the sticky summer heat is something I think I'll always have burned into my mind. Again, it sounds weird, but it's not like I wanted to blow him or even really touch him right there and then. I just fucking LOVED seeing that big dick, it's cut mushroom head ballooning over the ample shaft. And his big balls clinging to his thick muscled thighs with a sheen of sweat.
Well, wouldn't you know it, Pat got into his bed and before long started whacking off his dick. He was under the covers so I didn't see much besides a mound of blankets going up and down furiously -- but it was pretty clear what was going down. My nuts ached; I wanted to spank my own dick so bad, but I was embarrassed and didn't want Pat to know I was awake and watching him. So I just laid there, listening to Pat bring himself to climax, thinking about that image of his perfect huge jock dick popping out of his jeans.
After that day DICK was on my mind more and more, but besides jerking off to a Playgirl I shoplifted form the deli, I didn't do anything about it.
In our senior year of high school our team went all-state for the first time, and both Pat and I were sitting on the top of the world...winning games, getting laid. When we both got into college together we knew that was the school for us--it was gonna be the Kutchins brothers knee deep in pussy as always. We heard stories form graduated teammates about the ass they scored in college, and we were both excited as all hell to get oiut of our small town. But college was, how should I put this, slightly different than we imagined.
2001 * * Not that we didn't score a truckload of fucking sorority girls. We did.
We both pledged the lacrosse frat - Zeta Psi -- and had a TON of bitches on our nuts pretty much every weekend. Our house was a little away from the main drag of frta row, so it was bigger and parties were busted up less frequently by campus police. And though the lacrosse team there started out pretty weak we had some talent in the new class of freshman, besides Pat and I there was an All-State scholarship player named LUKE who also joined Zeta Psi. Luke was another winger and big scorer...he talked a big game about taking us all the way to the championships and whatnot. Course back then we didn't know if it was possible. But Luke was confident, actually I'd say that was his defining trait.
2002
The summer after Freshman year was when I met FIREMAN DICK, and shit really started with him.
Pat and I were having a toss with a football in the park when some guys who were also just hanging around asked if we wanted to get a game going.
Turned out to be pretty fun--and though it was two-hand touch got pretty aggressive. Since we're big (and Pat has a good arm), he would just toss some high floaters at me as I ran long, and it worked for a few touchdowns.
The guys on our team were impressed and offered us some Coors Light after the game.
Dick and his friends were in their late 20s and early thirties, a few years ahead of us but form the other high school in town, so we never had met them back in the day. They had mostly stuck around town after high school, a few went to community college. They teased Pat and I about being preppy college kids. Turns out they were all now firefighters a town over in one of long island's biggest firehouses. They showed us matching tattoos in memory of a friend who had died in a blaze. Apparently, so they said, they loved their jobs.
"You should come hang out at the House, bro. It's a mad good time."
Probably was just an idle invitation, the kind of thing you'd get 100 times and never take the person up on. But Dick had some sort of charisma, I can't explain it. He was this big irishdude, twenty nine, broad. Kind of guy who played football in high school and those were probably his glory days....had he wanted to go to college he probably could have turned his skills into some sort of scholarship. But Dick was as townie as they come--his aspirations were pretty much to party, get laid, and buy a house not far from where he grew up. He had a sly, asshole smile and laugh and pretty much gave off the vibe that he was the center of attention no matter who he was speaking to.
"Yeah dude. When should I come by."
So began my "internship" with the Valleburg police station. Dick showed me around and I like what I saw -- all the dudes there were totally chill, and though they were skeptical opt an outsider at first, when I kept coming back and was willing to pitch in around the house I became, I dunno, a mascot of sorts. Since I was younger than the rest of the guys, just 19, I couldn't help with calls or anything. But I'd clean ups round the house and BBQ for the guys and fix shit that needed fixing (always good with my hands). Some of the guys called me "trainee" -- wasn't an official thing or nutting, they knew I had to go back to school in the fall, but felt good to belong there. In fact, felt more like a "fraternity" than did my actual frat back in school, since I hadn't yet moved into that house.
The next semester at school was really strange.
Was late fall on campus and just a lazy sunday evening -- the house had a permanent stink of 20 sweaty dudes living together, stale beer, and some grinding hangovers. Craig--one of my frat brothers--and I were smoking weed and playing xbox. I took a hit of the bowl to find it mostly ash.
"where's the green?" I asked
"Up in Luke's room" Craig in sited, "he's always steeling my stash."
"Ha I wanna show him my high score anyway--think I just demolished his record."
So we both ran up to our frat brother Luke's room, in the attic. Shit man, I'll never forget that day.
**
Don't really ever knock in our frat house-- a locked door means someones fucking or doing cocke, but if you can get in--you just walk in.
"You Luke, you gotta check out--" Craig and I both saw it at the same time.
There was our frat bro--probably the biggest stud in the house (definitely got he most pussy)--sitting on his couch getting a deep-throat BJ from a DUDE. This jock kid was on his knees bobbing up and down on Luke's dick.
Luke tried to play it cool but he was clearly busted. We tried to get out of there but I couldn't help looking back to see it -- Luke's giant, spit-covered, vein-popped dick. Holy shit it was fucking hot.
Luke chased us down the hall but Craig and I were too weirded out to talk.
"What the fuck?" Craig asked me, as we flew down the steps. "Is Luke a faggot?"
"No clue dude. I need to disgust what I just fucking saw" Craig obviously thought I meant the BJ, but really I meant Luke's gorgeous cock.
I went into my bedroom, locked the door, and instantly whipped out my weiner. It took about four strokes before I filled a sweat sock with milky jizz. I was so turned on by Luke's dick that I still felt horny as fuck. I turned the sock upside down, massing out the cum into my open mouth. Felt like a pint of the stuff. The sticky, bitter cum oozed down my throat.
Holy shit, what was happening to me?
**
That night, Luke knocked on my door.
"Yo Lojax (this was my pledge name), let me in."
I let him in, took a seat across from him at my desk.
"Look I'm gonna make this simple. I know you liked what you saw."
"What are you talking about?" I thought he was there to apologize or beg forgiveness. He was the cocky bastard he always was.
"Cut the shit, Rob. I saw you look back at my dick. I know you wanna get on this thing too."
"You're crazy Luke"
"Oh am I -- look...we've been teammates a year and a half. We've shower next to one another hundreds of time. Do you think I'm stupid. You've spent a little too long lathering up, you bitch...just when I happen to be stepping into the shower."
"Fuck you, dude" I stood up. Luke was stronger than me but I had a few inches on him -- and dirt on him now as well. I was ready to fight.
"Oh please, don't make me laugh" With that Luke didn't rise to my challenge, but reached into his gym shorts and hauled out his ample package. Big, thick, meaty. Fuck.
I just starred. I couldn't help it.
"That's what I thought" Luke said laughing, tucking it away. "Look, I just had this same condo with Craig. I'm no faggot--but I do like a good BJ and Molly isn't providing. This kid, the kid you saw today--he's a total fag. He does my laundry, buys me drugs, and is my on call cocksucker whenever I fucking need it. It's an amazing hookup. I was thinking--no reason I have to keep this shit to myself."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean if you guys can be cool --if you can be smooth-- we can all use this fucking cumrag whenever we want. We'll get off 20 times a day"
I couldn't really believe my ears. We all got plenty of girls--no need for filling the gap with a gay dude.
"Or, you know, I can just tell everyone how longingly you look at my dick in the showers. Sure everyone will understand..."
I gulped.
"Look, I like you Rob. You may be a little confused but you and your brother are the best players--besides me--that we got. We're teammates. I don't care if you wanna suck my dick--hell I'm sexy as fuck, so I can't blame you. But I know you aren't like that kid Mike--you're not some punk ass flamer. He's a baseball player--did I tell you-- I bet all those guys are sucking each other off every night in their gay ass locker room. I know you're more of a stud then that. so why don't you step up and use him alongside Craig and I, show him just how superior you are..."
"Craig's in for this?"
"Yep. James too. He's been pumping the kid's mouth alongside me." Luke had the most amazing powers of persuasion. He rally was the charismatic leader of our team and a clear choice for frat president once we became eligible as juniors. I looked into his eyes and then down towards his shorts. His hand gave his ample bulge a quick squeeze.
"Okay" I said, smiling.
Couple of days later, Luke told Craig and I we were gonna break in our new little house bitch, so to be ready to cum buckets that night at 11 PM.
Luke came and met us down in Craig's room and then led us upstair.s I was a little nervous but honestly horny and excited for what was to come.
We entered to find the kid, Mike, again on his knees. Just waiting.
"This is the faggot?" Craig said, not really asking.
"In the flesh" said Luke. "Say hi faggot-this is Lojax and Napolean"
He looked at us; I saw the shame in his eyes.
"I said" Luke was stern and patient, "say hi"
"Hi."
"Now say 'I am a fucking faggot who is only worth one thing'"
"I am a fucking faggot who is only worth one thing"
"'And that thing is serving the members of zeta psi in whatever way they possibly want-no mater how twisted or fucked up"
The bitch repeated what Luke said.
"And now say 'and I know that if I ever tell a soul about any of this, these real men are gonna ruin my life- kick my ass and tell everyone in my family what a pansyass bitch I am"
He repeated. I had seen enough, and was read to break the ice and get this party started. "That's good enough for me." I said
"I still don't know". Craid scowled. "He'll do ANYTHING?"
Luke chuckled, "dude you have no idea. Check this out.". Luke went through he phone and showed us a pic -- it was Mike giving Luke a blumpklin on the toilet in their freshman year dormitory. Fucking sick.
"Will he eat my shit?" Craig saidly suddenly.
"Gross, man" I didn't need to see that.
"He'll do anything" Luke repeated, and then shot me an angry look: "he better"
"I have to shit right now" Craig went on, and I wanna see this little gay boy fish out a piece of turd and chew it. As a demonstration of his...commitment. Then I take a pic so I have insurance should he ever spill the beans. You hear me bitch? Ill bury you."
He nodded.
"Then, and only then, will I allow this gay shit to go on"
I couldn't believe how sick in the head Craig was. I knew he was an asshole-- he almost never got girls because he treated them like shit, calling them sluts to their faces and crap. He wa salsa kind of short band had a bit of a Napoleon complex. But I can't believe how twisted his plan was for this kid.
I rolled a joint while Craig was in the bathroom grunting one out, and Luke took a picture as Mike fucking fished out a turd and ate it. I didn't even want to watch.
"Satisfied, Craig?"
"Yup."
Luke then gave him a bottle of listerine--"Use all of this, shitbreath."
He went into the bathroom to chug the mouth wash. Luke announced it was time to party and threw on some porn on his computer. It was a dude and two dicks, he was fucking one of them until he came in their snatch, and then the other ate her our and sucked out all the jizz. She then spit it in the other girls face. Hot shit. We all did coke.
Mike came out of the bathroom and started sucking Luke's dick. I tried not to watch and I caught the TINIEST crack of a smile on Luke's face as he caught my eye.
"New guys turn" he said.
I was nervous but getting hard as hell. Tried to recover my swagger a little: "Hungry for it boy?" Don't know where that confidence came from...
"So bad"
"You like to choke on a big dick? Yeah I know you do." And with that I brought out The Beast. Mike fucking loved my dick, choking on it willingly and lapping up the strings of saliva that was falling out of his mouth. He was a natural cocksucker.
Criag wasn't about to wait his turn. He quickly pulled mike onto his own dock. "I could get used to this" he laughed.
After no time, Luke had convinced Mike to get on all fours. Luke's dick was ramming his mouth while Criag and I took runs assfucking him. Soon Craig had the idea to try double stuffing me, and he slide his dick right above mine, stretching the kid's hole almost to the point of tearing. ?to be honest felt for tof hot having Criags thick dick up right against mine, but obviously kept my mouth shut.
We all eventually pulled out and came on the kids face. He was in heavy as we all delivered thick, creamy man-sized loads.
Immediately after cumming, Craig straightened up, put on a threatening voice: "Remember-you tell ANYONE and your dead" he threatened.
"Make sure you're here friday night for our kegfest" Luke instructed Mike as he rolled a quick joint. "Gonna get you to work in those gloryholes with our new pledge class -- they're not gonna know what hit em"
That's how my fraternity experience took a drastic change. Soon Mike was blowing and getting fucked by not only Craig, James, Luke and I but everyone in the frat (well almost--there were a few senior holdouts who were grossed out by the idea..but kept their mouth shut in honor of our brotherhood and also not to be associated with the entire thing.) We seriously used this kid HARD. If any of us didn't end the night fucking our girlfriends or some sorority bitch, than Mike was on duty to blow us or get fucked in the ass. The kid must have ingested about a gallon of semen a day.
Here's the part none of my brothers ever knew--I was sort of jealous. I still didn't feel like a real bitch; I didn't want to get my ass fucked or cum all over me, but when I saw Mike blowing one of my studly frat brothers a part of me fantasized that it was me on my knees, taking their big dicks down my throat, gagging on their nuts. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I knew I wanted it.
**
Which brings us back to the firehouse, to Dick, to dick, and what was to become of me.
All the guys in the fire house generally loved me--hell, I'm a lovable guy.
I'd tote around on runs, maybe clean the place a little and run errands for the guys, just shoot the shit and relive college tales for them (well the ones involving me fucking pussy, not Mike's ass). They liked having a younger guy around I guess, someone to remind them how they were 10 years back.
But of all the guys, I clearly belonged to Dick. He had found me and my brother Pat playing football in the park that day, and he had introduced me around the firehouse and let me tag along on those first few rides. I was basically like Dick's little brother--he'd tease me all the time and give me shit, but it was clear he loved me too. So the other guys respected that.
As I said, Dick was 29, irish, and broad as all hell -- and though I wouldn't call him stupid he was a simple, townie kid of guy. He liked his beers cold, his steak rare, and his women spread eagle. He also LOVED football. I scored big that first year when our firehouse fantasy football league came down to me and Dick. Dick was impressed by my suaveness (I had some lucky picks, to be be honest. Also Pat helped me out--he rocked at fantasy). Though Dick was the winder in the end he was happy to have a "little bro" who was a worthy competitor.
And he was charismatic as all hell. I knew almost immediately I wanted Dick to like me, to let me tag along. He was a guys guy to the max.
Then one night I was jacking off alone in my bedroom at college. And right before I came a flags came to my mind:
Me on my knees, my chin getting pounded by the heaviest set of sweaty nuts you've ever seen. Above me Dick is standing, grabbing my ears and pummeling my throat with abandon. I'm choking but loving every second...
I came hard and I came long. I fucking wanted to suck off Fireman Dick, and I knew I couldn't fight the feeling for long...
Maybe Dick sensed my attitude changing or maybe he just had "bigger" plans for me all along, but we had a few interactions that changed everything.
The first started one night when Dick and another guy, Tom was on duty.
There was always at least three guys on night duty who would be prepared to sound the alarm should we get a call. Though Iw as technically not part of the squadron, they "counted" me sometimes as the third man. The older guys didn't really like me hanging out at night but since so many of the firemen were the "young pups" (as the guys over 40 called the guys under 32) they didn't have much say.
Anyway Tom, Dick and I are just chilling--the night is slow and long and we've each had a beer or two (another break in protocol, but hell if this wasn't a drinking culture in the house). Tom had had actually quite a few more than two, and was pretty goggly and nauseous.
"Think I'm about to hurl" he reported
"Why don't you get some shut eye, dude" Dick said, swigging a Coors, "The kid and I can keep post"
"Nah, Skeet would kill me if I left you two fuckahs alone in charge of things" Skeet was the second in command, caption of operations of our squadron. He was 50, and a total fucking hard nose.
"He won't know."
Tom mulled it over and decided he was pretty dman drunk, "Aight. But promise you'll wake me FIRST THING if there is any noise."
"You got it."
"No problem" I agreed.
**
Dick and I kept drinking, daring each other one for one more drink. We didn't get wasted but just nicely buzzed. We watched some late night sports center but as the hour turned past 3 TV began to suck more and more.
Soon it was pretty much all Informercials.
"This shit's the worst" Dick said, turning off the TV. "I'm bored as fuck"
"Me too."
Dick flashed me his trademark mischievous Irish grin. "I'm fucking horny too"
"Yeah. Let;s call your wife in and she can take care of us both" I joked.
Dick's wife was hot as hell, though dumb as they come. She couldn't even keep up a conversation she would just sort of wander off...it was sort of hilarious. She was also pregnant with Dick's first kid.
"Fuck man, since Melissa got knocked up I haven't gotten so much as a squeezer. I'm dying for it."
Did I just see the lump in his jeans move a bit?
"I hear yah man. Get so much pussy in college that these summers are hard dry spells"
"Don't you have local tang at hand?"
"I guess a little, but guys around here either suck or I've already been there. "
Dick's bulge was definitely growing. It was unmistakable./ and it kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Like BIG, man. I started to wonder what Dick had packed down there. I mean, he was as Irish as they come--weren't they supposed to have tiny dicks?
"yo I got it" Dick said finally, "got the perfect thing."
He fetched a DVD from behind his filing cabinet and popped it into the player. Soon we were watching some hard core pussy porn, these two lesbians going at it on each other with a double sided dildo. A bald dude came onto the scene and offered his dick into one of the lesbians mouths...she seemed to love it.
I was transfixed by Dick's package as he reached into his crotch and rubbed himself. I was rock hard myself. I tried to stay focus don the porn but at one point couldn't help myself and sneaked a peak at Dick's mound. And did I catch him looking at me too? He was still smiling wryly and I didn't know what was on his mind.
"Such a young guym Robbie." Dick said, "So much to learn"
I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that, but with that he undid his belt and hauled out the most amazing dick I'd ever seen. 12 inches long, he beat out me, my town brother AND Luke for biggest dick. I had finally found one bigger than my own. Holy shit. It's head as big and purple and swollen, and the hairy nuts hung low -- making it essentially the perfect package. I must have fucking gasped or something when I saw it because Dick chucked and gave it a quick pump. Just one, but it made his dick even harder--even longer. I swear I was about to cream my pants...
WHEN THE PHONE RANG - A CALL. Of course. A fucking call. Dick sprung into action and answered the phone--with his dick still hanging out of his boxer shorts. vHe spoke quickly and professionally with another station -- pparantly there was smoke or something down at a restaurant the next town over blah blah blah and needed more hands. Dick hung up, quickly pulled on his pants and sounded an alarm.
"Shut that shit off!" Dick yelled at me. I turned off the porn and tried to get out of the way. My blue balls were already aching...
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Also, please see my other story on NIFTY, "Lacrosse Stud Across the Hall" for info on some of these characters. Happy Reading!