Checking out Gary's toys

Gary was really getting into the video. Ben could jack off to anything when he was horny, but Gary always went into overdrive over huge cocks in action and this video was really getting him going.

"Fuck man, look at that dude go!" Gary moaned, watching the hugely hung guy on camera furiously swap between the two sluts servicing him.

He would aggressively fuck one of their mouths, jamming as much of his huge dong down her throat as he could until she started to gag and then he would pull out, slap her across the face with his massive prick and then swap to the other woman. The girls on screen were loving the big cock ****, and Gary's cock was a blur between his fuck-pillow.

"Fuck this guy is so fuckin' big Ben, puts that pin-dick guy from last week to shame"

Ben was having a harder time getting started. He loved Gary's taste in videos once they were in a rhythm but Ben's small starting size made him self-conscious to start off.

"Hey man, you got any lube?" Ben asked.

"Uh yeah, in the fuck-table. Bring back the bottle and the Tube, will you?" Gary responded, never taking his eyes off the screen or slowing down his furious fucking.

Pulling up his boxers and tucking his short cock into the pouch, Ben padded out of the family room and headed into Gary's room. Stepping into Gary's dim room, Ben sniffed and grinned to himself; Gary was actually pretty good at keeping his room tidy, but the smell of Gary's jizz always hung faintly in the air.

Ben crossed the room and opened the top drawer of Gary's 'fuck-table'. Ben always rolled his eyes when Gary said it, but the name was appropriate: inside Gary's two-drawer bedside was absolutely packed with fucktoys and supplies. He had a lot of the normal supplies; lube, condoms, cock-rings, and even an ever-changing selection of dick-pills Gary bought online.

But Gary also had some exotic ones in his collection, his favourites being a $500 penis pump he had custom-made, and the Tube. Ben knew some guys liked to buy pocked pussies, but most bought cheap plastic things to fuck for a couple bucks when they were on lengthy dry spells. But Gary owned his with pride. He had spent several hundred dollars on it and it was top-of-the-line: silicone lining, vibration features, adjustable tightness, even a spot in the top for him to add fresh lube while he was still fucking it.

Picking up the Tube from his table and fishing half-full bottle of lube out of the drawer, Ben turned to head out of the room when something caught his eye. The top drawer of the fuck-table Ben had seen plenty of times. Once Gary started jerking off he hated having to stop so he was always sending Ben to grab stuff from it. But the bottom drawer Gary kept locked up tight. It had a lock on the side of the drawer that Gary always kept locked up tight.

Tonight however, Gary had left the key dangling from the lock. Checking behind him to see that Gary was still busy jerking off furiously in the family room, Ben squatted down and turned the key with a soft click. Opening the drawer, Ben almost laughed out loud with amusement.

Inside the locked drawer was yet another collection of sex-toys. A number of large plastic beads on a silicone string, a number of plugs in various sizes, a bottle of heavy-duty lube and one particularly huge, black silicone dildo; Gary's locked drawer was a veritable treasure trove of anal sex accessories.

Why would he keep this stuff locked up? Ben thought to himself. Ben knew that Anal Academy was one of Gary's all-time favourites and it was incredibly hot: Ben had borrowed it a couple of times to jerk off to during his longer dry-spells. Nothing wrong with liking to put stuff in your girl's ass, unless...

"Yo Ben, hurry the fuck up! Bring that shrimpy cock of yours out here and quit being so fuckin' shy man, you're missing the good stuff!" Gary called out from the other room.

Ben yelped softly in surprise and dropped the huge dildo back into the drawer. Standing up, Ben was about to close the drawer and lock it again when something else caught his eye: a number of small thumb-drives sitting on the bottom of the drawer. Without thinking Ben grabbed out, tucked it in the waistband of his boxers and locked the drawer back up.

"Fuck you with the shrimp dick jokes, man" Ben called back as he headed back into the family room, "Bet I'll be way bigger than you before the night's over..."