Ending One

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“How much are you packing, big stud? Huh? Don’t play coy, you know what we mean...”

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“Oh, my! Aren’t you teeny tiny! Hahaha the girls will be so disappointed.”

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“No. Sorry. I only show my tits to men. Keep on stroking. Hahahaha.”

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Lou grunted, using his free hand to pause the pornographic video featuring a casually dressed buxom woman teasing him beyond his notebook computer screen. He took several deep breaths, pulling away his two fingers used to jerk off his micro cock. He could not cum yet. On top of a small dick, no girl wanted a minute man. But he was close, his boner especially hard at its full inch length and slightly above three-inch girth. He turned from his side to lie on his back, the hardened nub tensing at the cool air while on his bed. Lou moaned, before sitting up. A heavy grunt escaped him. He was hopeful of abating the growing pressure at his groin.

Ugh! Who the fuck texted me this time of night?

The naked, muscular man dragged through his sheets’ folds before locating his mobile. He sighed, realising his recent notification was Alex, but the texts piqued his interest.

Alex the Rod - Today - 12:54AM: Yo bro! Remember that raffle by TC? Debbie won it! She told you?

Lou flinched. Debbie Morgan was his boss. But also his crush since high school. Though somewhat cordial, they were not exactly friendly enough to discuss their finances.

Lou Longwood - Today - 12:55AM: Nah. You know how she is. Cool, she won, but is that really why you’re texting so god damn late?

Alex the Rod - Today - 12:56AM: Awww...interrupting me time? Lol. Well, maybe I can help. No homo.

Alex sent over a link to the blushing Lou. Though his embarrassment soon faded into renewed arousal. If his cock was not rock hard before, it was metallic steel now upon opening the webpage. On his phone featured an article picturing Tristian and Debbie, both hugging each other’s shoulders while smiling towards him. But what got him going was not Debbie’s brightened hazel eyes. Or her broad, beautiful beam beyond her full lips. But the fact she was naked as the day she was born (along with Tristian). Albeit censored via a soft blur.

Alex the Rod - Today - 01:05AM: Damn bro! Did you get right back at it! Lol.

Alex the Rod - Today - 01:05AM: TC took the winner out on a nude cruise. We missed out!

Lou could only respond: yeah...

He began the search for more photos. More pictures of his crush, but, to his chagrin, there were few. Just her with Tristian in various settings such as dancing on a ship deck, playing pool volleyball with other guests, or sipping decorated drinks from cocktail glasses. All with a twinkled joy he had never seen or deemed possible by her.

Except from within his fantasies.

Even now, he idly stroked his mini member between his thumb and index fingers, pausing every few seconds to avoid blowing his thick load. As always, he would lead her by hand towards his bedroom, unzipping his fitted pants before lowering them, along with his tight boxers, to reveal his eight-inch beast.

“Lou...I don’t know if I could handle that,” she would lament each time, her knees made feeble at the marvel swinging before her.

Lou would cup her cheeks, granting her a soft delicate smile bordering on his signature smirks.

“Don’t worry baby...,” he would whisper before removing the prosthetic, his true size revealed. “This is me.”

Debbie’s expression would brighten, taking his full, thick lips into her own.

“It’s perfect,” she would say, before--

His focus moved from Debbie and onto Tristian. While he never considered himself attracted to men, he had to admit TC bulked up nicely. A far cry from their high school days. In a photo where he held Debbie by the midriff, kissing her on the cheeks while waving to the camera, he extolled the tall and brawny black man. From his athletic, hulking shoulders and arms to his V-cut waist and large thickset, yet well-developed thighs and legs. He wondered if Debbie appreciated the masculine sight as he was at that moment. Her exuberant looks turning playful--flirty--with each photograph with her and Tristian.

Upon coming across their last photo, Lou struggled for breath. Debbie held a hand on her cheek; her head backwards with closed eyes and a wide, seductive smile. She stood in front of an open pose Tristian, his tilted, but relaxed look towards Lou while he leaned back. His hands at the waist. The clear attention directed at his pelvic privy parts made him wonder if these overtly masculine changes came across ALL parts of his body. If the opportunity of satisfying a lustful woman’s BBC chimaera had been granted. But, more importantly, if Debbie was like the women he feared. Women he had seen ridicule man after man over the years for not measuring up.

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To Lou’s disgruntlement, he stroked his tumescent winkle faster while he swiped through the photos. Again and again. Had they already fucked? Had Debbie already come on TC’s black staff. Would they taunt him?

“Oh, I can’t wait until he sees these,” Debbie giggled.

“You’re not packing...right, Smallwood?”

Pleasurable euphoria concentrated Lou’s sac, his excitement causing them to swell. The BBC fantasy had become his own.

“Yes...yes, Debbie.”

She laughed along with the present Tristian, who showcased his naked body. Particularly his semi hard member nine times the size of Lou’s own. Debbie took it in her hands, slowly kneading it towards a full erection.

“It’s perfect, Tristian,” she spoke to his former victim with hungry eyes.

She turned to Lou, her growing smirk less playful and more forbidding.

“Don’t you wish you had a cock like this, Smallwood?”

“Yes...yes, I do, Debbie.”

“Aren’t you ashamed of your tiny prick?”

Lou nodded, his breathing and pulse hastening as his throbbing nub secreted pre-cum.

“Yes...yes Debbie. I’m ashamed of my tiny prick.”

Debbie laughed, taking Tristian’s large member into her lubricating folds. She bit her lips, flinching at the initial pain as he steadied himself, his broad, calloused palms primed at her hips before pumping away. In no time at all, her aches gave into euphoric moans and groans. Lou’s two finger grip flicked like lighting, a blurred movement at his crotch. His feet spasmed, his toes curling and unfurling while his muscled bubble ass clenched and released. Debbie’s orgasmic pleasure flushed through her mellowed skin.

“I’m coming! Tristian! Harder! Harder!”

Tristian obliged, giving Lou a smug look as if to say You lost, keep jerking loser. The brawny jock did just that, moaning along with Debbie amid another orgasm, before joining her once the base of his hard-on contracted, forcing the release of his seed.

“Debbie! My little dick is ready! My tiny cock! I...I’m...fuck...I’m coming! My teeny weeny! NGHHHHH!”

Lou pushed his back against the mattress, gripping his hard nub just prior to nutting, expelling thick ropy emissions one after the other with a volume unexpected for his meagre size. He moaned, enclasping the explosive elation unparalleled to all other nightly sessions with himself. He cared very little as his cum bespattered his arms, chest, abdomen and face. Some entering his mouth, leaving a sweet yet salty savour. He breathed heavily, so weak he called it a night, the coming of slumber taking him in seconds.

But little did he know that in the throes of his passion, he entertained another.

His mobile showed the face of a wide-eyed and “gaping mouthed” Alex, who accepted Lou’s inadvertent video call sent during the rapid shifting of photos. He lowered his palm from his lips, watching as his best bro of many years went out like a light off the back of his enraptured toss off. But in seconds, his shock became a widening grin until he muttered two words to himself: “teeny weenie.”

Instantly, Alex fell into uncontrollable cachinnations, gripping his abdomen before falling off his own bed. A loud thud in tandem with thunderous flatus added more to his current bundle of fun. He could barely speak, ready...no waiting with bated breath to bust Lou’s balls later that morning.

Because...why not? From what he saw, balls were the only thing he had.

Teeny Weenie! Hahahahahaha!

End