Go for it! (masturbate)

Once I've made my decision, I carefully slide Devon's right hand from the base of his massive black dick right onto the middle part. It's so warm and hard... and I can clearly feel it throbbing in an almost painful way.

"I... (gulp)... I'll just get this over with." I say in a trembling voice.
How hard can it be? If the issue is my own disgust towards Devon's persona or the fact that I'm about to pleasure another man's dick, I'll just try hard to stop thinking about it and focus on relieving myself like I've always done.

However, there are two issues at play here...
One is that the more one tries to stop thinking about something, the more he can't help but think about that exact same thing. Such is the human mind.
And the other issue is that I can't simply 'relief myself like I've always done'. Granted, me(Mark) and this Devon guy are both men, but the sheer difference in size between both our dicks makes my almost 30 years of experience masturbating as a guy practically meaningless. I have... I mean, I used to have enough with just 3 fingers and my wrist. But now, with me being inside this crook's body and looking at the dark sausage sprouting from between his (now my) legs, I am 100% sure that I can grab this meat with both hands and still have a lot of length to spare. It's like when you take an experienced knife fighter and give him a two-handed sword. How is he supposed to know how to wield it?!

So, when I finally start stroking Devon's massive dick with his own right hand, it's almost like when I was still in my early teens, puberty was just starting to kick off and I blindly partook in my first experience of 'self-discovery'. I am, at this very moment, feeling as hesitant and insecure as I did back then. Probably even more, since I don't remember ever feeling intimidated by my own organ like I am right now. Yeah, it's stupid to think about, but that's what's happening, and I can't control it.

But... regardless of my own insecurities and inexperience, despite the revulsion I feel against this black male's body... I can't help but gasp at my own touch.
It just feels so... good.

Damn it, I'm only slightly moving my hand up and down and it's already sending ripples all around my crotch. I can finally feel every inch my new massive dick, all filled with that dull but ticklish warmth as if my little strokes flipped some kind of switch.

So my strokes get progressively longer, while my grip tightens over the black meatpole.

"Uffff... fuck..."

This is so frustrating. For a moment, I thought that having such a disproportionate dick would come with some drawbacks. Like, maybe, a loss of sensitivity.
But this is far from it, this is pretty fuckin' far from it. I'm not sure if it's because this body is like 15 years younger than me, but his sensitivity might be even higher than my original body. And when you inevitably compare our sizes, with this unfairly blessed crook seemingly being like 3 times as long and 4 times as thick, the difference in surface area just puts the sensitivity off the charts!

I spring forward and sit over the bed with my legs wide open. I'm suddenly masturbating with both my hands over Devon's meat pole.

"Hahh...! Haahh...! Hoohh... Uhngh.... hoooohh..... Ouch!!" I exclaim in surprise and stop immediately. Did I just scrape my skin?

I stare at my groin in confusion. I think that my technique was too rough on my new dick. Contrary to my original body, where my skin was more rugged and the foreskin looser, Devon's cock feels tighter, and the foreskin is completely pulled back when hard, so I can't move my hand as freely or else I might hurt the engorged glans.

I scratch my head, feeling those still wet short dreadlocks awkwardly wriggling between my fingers.
So... how the hell do I masturbate in this body?
Great. Now, apart from frustrated, irritated and insecure, I also feel stupid.

But then, I remember a perfect way to solve this little issue. So I immediately reach for the Wishing Pendant.

"Ahem... Uh, I wish to know how does Devon masturbate."

Clearly heeding my words, the pendant's purple light shines once again, and a stream of information appears in my head. Now I know how to properly pleasure this body... and I don't like it.

"...Oh no, no way, I'm NOT doing that!" I exclaim after processing the info, both alarmed and, despite my disgust, also profoundly impressed. I can't help but think that this pendant is fucking with me.

So instead, I choose the 'second best thing'. And for that I open my bedside table's drawer, where I keep both my onahole and a little bottle of lube. I straight up ignore the onahole, since I know that there is no way this silicone toy I bought for myself would be in any way capable of taking in Devon's monster dick. So instead, I take the transparent plastic bottle and pour half of its content right on the tip.

This wet and cold sensation covering my engorged glans is, ironically, the most familiar feeling that this ridiculous dick has given me so far. And I can't help but giggle like a kid while I spread the greasy liquid all over the large manhood, until the dark skin looks bright and shiny, like a recently varnished piece of ebony.
And the moment I start masturbating once again, now finally stroking this massive dick like it was supposed to, while using the whole length and even caressing the rosy mushroom head, I realize that what I felt before was just a small and rather lame sample of what was about to come.

"Ah! Woah!! No way... Aah! Craaaaaaaaaappp...!!" I curse and even moan in Devon's high obnoxious voice.

This is something else entirely! It feels so damn good! I just barely started and I'm already so close to cumming!

My hips are shaking and I fall back over my bed. My right hand is quickly joined by the left and they both thart thumping the massive black pole in unison, bringing the tight skin back and forth and even making the wide balls jump up and down. My knees are weak, and my belly is burning! The pleasure is making my head go dizzy. Both my bias and distaste are blurring away in my own ecstacy, and the only remaining thought is the pure and raw desire to just enjoy myself!

"Aaahh, aaAAAaahhhh...!!"

I sit down once again and prop my head forward until the chin is almost touching my chest. Then I open my legs and bend over myself, the action of the hands making it seem like I'm praying.

...And it's probably the most fervent pray one could ever imagine.

"Fuck, FUCK!! It's here, I'm already..."

Nothing would have prepared me for what happens next.

"UOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!"

This body just straight up goes out of control, its thin frame shaking helplessly like a dummy with a car battery connected to its crotch. It's like a bomb in my belly, with shrapnel made of tickles and warmth; a pleasure like I've never felt before that makes me doubt all the orgasms I've had before were actual orgasms and not poor imitations of what a REAL orgasm feels like.

And this monster dick of mine quickly follows suit, becoming as hard as steel and shooting one brutal stream of white spunk after the other, my massive balls propelling all that thick semen from behind and making sure it reaches as far as humanly possible.

And it doesn't stop for quite a while. My big lips form an oval gap around my open mouth while I keep gasping like a marathon runner, enjoying the lingering pleasure in my crotch while the last spurts of cum gush out from my burning dick.

Then... I lean to my left side, falling over the pillow while my knees keep shaking in the aftermath. And in that position, I stare forward for a very long while, eyes wide open, admiring the long stains of semen now decorating my floor, my wall and even my study chair, which had the misfortune of standing right before me.
It is a complete mess, and there is a lot of it. I had no idea a human being could possibly cum like that.

However... that's not all there is to it.

Even though it's a disgusting display that makes me wish I had done something to prevent it... Even though this is another man's spunk and a bit of it ended up falling over my closed hand...
I look down.
This body's ridiculous dick is still hard. I feel it burning, more sensitive than ever before, and it did lose a tiny bit of its consistency. But apart from that, it is still rock hard and clearly eager for more.

"I just... I just don't know anymore..." I say, feeling strangely defeated.

I don't even know what to think, so I'll stop thinking altogether.

I start moving my borrowed hand up and down once again, giving in to this body's impulses.
For some reason, emptying my mind suddenly feels so easy...

After a little more than an hour of constant 'action', I've had a total of 4 orgasms, all of which got discarded inside a plastic back that now rests over the bedside table, bloated with thick semen.

And after I carefully drain the remaining spunk from my urethra, I finally feel this body's libido fading away.

Once this engorged black meat starts losing its consistency between my tired fingers, I can't help but letting out a long sigh of relief.

"...Man... that was tough..."

It was indeed 'tough', but... it was also the best I've ever felt in my entire life. It was straight up amazing.

"Uhh... I think I am... k-kinda hungry..."

Now I suddenly remember. I didn't even have breakfast.