My Turn & Dennis the Human Being

Dennis kisses me yet again then lets me go. I watch in wonderment as he slowly pulls inch after thick glimmering inch of his mile long cock out of my girlfriend's stretched coochie.

She moans weakly. “Ohhhmmm.” She then shifts her hips. "God...I feel hollow!"

He pull it from her then slaps it down on top of her belly button. Just the way he rested it there I could see from the outside just how far inside he had gotten.

“You sure you want a turn now John?” Dennis says. “She's gonna be loose.”

I look at my girlfriend who stared up at the ceiling in a haze all her own.

“Can I go now?” After what she'd just been through I wasn't sure she'd be ready for another fucking.

She doesn't even look my way. With a silly grin on her face she just nods. “Yeah, you do what you want baby. You do what you want.”

“We could do something.” Dennis offers me with a hopeful look.

“Nah. Look out man, my turn.” I reply.

He grins. “I had to ask.” He crawls back off the end of the bed, the wet print from his dick visible on my girl's belly. His heavy tool and sack swings as he moves around the room. “I'm just going to go get cleaned up. Rachel will probably be calling soon, I shouldn't stay too late.” With that he collects his clothes and leaves the room.

I was hard as tempered steel and fit to be tied. I could not wait for my seconds!

I scramble around to take the place of Dennis. What I see is my girlfriend's pussy with a steady stream of white jizz flowing from it to a big pool soaking into the covers. I smell their funky spunky sex in the air.

Grabbing my cock I stuff it into her cunny. I slip in with such ease, with such a lack of resistance, that it takes me off guard. I am balls deep before I even realized it.

Fuck. After Peter she felt different, but not like this.

She was warm, she was wet and creamy, and she was...snug? Tight was not the word, not right now, not even close. She wasn't exactly loose either. Snug, yeah, she was pleasantly snug. The excessive amount of lube they had used also contributes to a near frictionless slipperiness as I slip right in and and out as easy as could be. Knowing how different this was than usual...it felt incredible!

As she looks up at me in her dazed expression she just starts to laugh. “He he he he.” She giggles. “He he he he he he!”

I kiss her neck and start to make love to her. She continues to laugh.

“He he he he he he! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ohhh baby, I can barely feel you!”

“Guhh...guhhh...guhhhh...” I fuck her hard. My hard plunging cock making the rudest wet hollow noises as it jams in and out of her oozing pussy. Schlurka...slop....schlurka...schlurka...slop... My wet balls slap against her ass.

“Ha ha ha ha!” She laughs. “Oh my god, is that sound me? He he he he. Fuck, I must be stretched out! Oh John...oh sweetie...I'm not even joking. It's like you're barely there. You feel even smaller than Gary right now. You feel anything?”

“Yeah...yeah... Guhrrr...” I growl as I fuck her even harder. Slamming to my full depth again and again.

“He he he he! Listen to you go. As if you could compete with him.” She strokes my face.

“Guhh...guhhh..guhhhhh....” I fuck her harder and faster. My diamond hard dick slopping in and out of her stretched pussy. The wet slurking noises escalating. Rather than bearing down and making herself tight, instead she relaxes and loosens up even more. To my fevered mind it was just as good.

Schlurka...shlurpa...slop...slurka...

“God that sounds nasty. He he he! Ohhhh honey. I've never cum like that! Holy shit baby. With some time and energy you might make me cum like Billy or Brandon, or hell, even Peter. But you just ain't got what Dennis has. You gotta be born with that shit. Dear GOD!”

I was huffing and puffing and she was talking calm as could be.

“Guhhh....guhhhh....guhhh...” I was reaching my boiling point. I grab her tits and fuck her with everything that I had.

She watches me with some amusement before finally saying. “Kiss me.”

I do so.

“Love you baby.” She says.

“Guh...love you too...unghhh....”

She slowly closes her eyes. “Close the door when you're done baby. I just need some time alone. Mmmmm.”

From there on I might as well been fucking a doll. She lay there with her eyes closed and a tiny smile. There were no moans, no sighs, not even an acknowledgment of her man fucking her with all he had on top of her. Her soft body shakes and rocks up and down as I ram into her.

“Guh...guh...guh...” The only sounds in the room are my grunting and the steady tap, tap, tap, of our headboard against the wall. “Guh...guh...guh...” I plow deep, fast, and hard into my beautiful Jane to nary a peep. How meager I must feel after Dennis, what she can feel of me at all that is. She lay with a calm glowing smile as I fuck myself silly.

It is not long before... “Guhhhhhh!” I blast my load to mix with Dennis' copious deposit.

She sighs in a tired voice. “Good boy...that's a boy.” She pats my shoulder.

I kiss her sweaty naked body a few times, kiss her soft lips, then cover her up. I take a moment to admire her pretty and peaceful face before I throw on a robe, shut out the light, and head out of the room.

Dennis stood in the bathroom with the door open. His hair was wet and the mirror still steamed up from his shower. He was dressed and was just fastening his overalls when he sees me come out.

“That was quick.”

I nod. “Seconds always are. I'm usually out of my mind by then.”

“You have a weird kink man.”

I nod again. “Yeah, I know.” I walk up and pat his shoulder. “Hey, thanks for playing along. We might be doing something later if you are interested.”

He turns, hesitates, then steps up to me and encompasses me in a massive hug. He hunches over and buries his face in my neck. It isn't long before I feel tears wet my skin. A heavy sob causes his huge body to heave.

“Hey.” I hug him back. “Hey big guy, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay.”

“No it isn't, but thank you for saying so.”

“Come on now.” I stroke his hunched back. “Come on, I'll be here for you. Both Jane and I will be.”

“John.” He sobs. He looks up into my eyes and I see another confession ready to be set free. “John...I...”

I place a finger over his lips. “I know. Don't say it. Don't. I don't want to hurt you.”

He nods and sniffles. “You're good man John.”

“I don't know about that.” Taking him around the back I lead him out to the kitchen and get him another beer. I open one myself. We take seats at the kitchen table. “You have to tell her. You have to tell Rachel.”

He shakes his head. “She wouldn't understand.”

I pause for a moment, then I go ahead and reach out to take his hand in mine. He grips onto it as if it was a life preserver. “You need to be happy too Dennis. And I'm willing to bet she isn't that happy if you're holding this secret inside.”

He sighs and nods. “Fuck. I know.” He takes a pull from his beer. “Not yet. Not yet.”

“Soon?”

He shrugs. “Not yet.”

“If you need to talk...you know I'm right here.”

He nods, his big friendly furry face smiles. “I know. You're the best John.”

I then laugh. “Not according to Jane.” I thumb toward the bedroom. “I think you gave her an out of body experience!”

He chuckles. “Jesus you guys are weird.”

We clink bottles and take a drink.

We talk some more. Dennis was so damn happy to be able to finally speak openly of things. He talked and talked and talked. And I was happy to listen and offer the odd bit of advice or word of support.

About an hour later my girlfriend comes out in her robe. “Oh, you're still here.” She comes up and gives him a kiss on his cheek and ruffles his bearded chin. “Thank you Dennis!” She chirps.

“Eh, uh, your welcome?” He says with a cringe.

She sits down on my lap and I put my arms around her waist as she puts hers around my neck. We talk another half hour.

Like me my girlfriend tried to convince the big fella to make a commitment to come out of the closet. He continues to be noncommittal.

Eventually the inevitable phone call comes. Rachel. We watch as his face falls and the tension in the room ratchets up.

He answers. “Hi dear … Yes dear. … Uh huh, we were just talking. … Of course. … But...yes. … Okay, see you soon. … Yep … Love you too.” He hangs up. He stares at the phone a long time before announcing. “I have to go.” He finishes his beer in a gulp.

“Tell her!” Jane says.

He stands up without acknowledging her statement. We lead him to the front door. I bring him his toolbox as he puts on his boots. Jane hugs him. Then I do. He holds me a long time then finally parts with a smile. A brave face if I ever saw one.

“Thank you for a most...interesting evening.” He says.

“No! Thank you!” Jane replies. Humming happily she hugs her belly and twists back and forth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

He chuckles and shakes his head. “See you at poker?” He asks me.

I nod. “I should be there.”

He pauses. I knew what he wanted to say and I pray that he didn't. He finally just sighs and gives us a nod before turning and walking out.

With our arms around each other we wave goodbye to our big friend from our front step and we worry. We'd pulled him from the closet, at least to us. Was he actually ready to come out? I didn't know. We hoped that it would be a good thing. We hoped he would be okay. Beyond that I now knew my giant friend had a giant crush on me. I had no idea how to feel about that. I think about Billy's changing attitude toward me at work and the fact that Peter now had a graphic sex tape of Jane and I. I think about Gary losing his virginity. I think about the fact we now knew Brandon was a stripper and the fact that he believed he had banged my girlfriend's sister but would soon learn it was her. It even extended into our family, Emma now knew of our peculiar new activities.

That one question and our subsequent exploration of this new fetish was starting to have all sorts of consequences. Intended and otherwise.

Our list had now narrowed down to one final name. My best friend Micheal.