Awe and Respect and Questions

This was Hedonism II. Indeed, not just Roy, but others were jacking off to this. Thrane approached, arms crossed and fully erect. It wasn’t him but his friend who spoke.

“Damn, mon. How you do dat? How you make her scream like dat?”

Cursory mind-reading told Aaron he was a Jamaican sprinter and a silver-medalist in the Olympics. He had a decent dick, an incher longer than Roy’s though vastly skinnier. Aaron slowed his pace just enough to talk without losing rhythm. “It’s all about control,” he explained, his hands gripping Thea’s hips tighter. “You grab her by the ass, you’re essentially going for the angles. You grab her by the hips, it’s generally speed.” Well, some of these principles really didn’t apply to him since he had the Speed Force. As a normal human, however, he still had his tips and tricks. “Watch this.”

He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in twelve inches—once, twice, three times in two seconds, making Thea scream as her body jolted forward. He didn’t put all twelve inches. “See? You gotta give it to her hard. Make her forget about everything but your cock. Make your balls smack. Well, in your case anyway, not mine.”

He pulled out enough of his dick to smack her ass.

“This chick can’t take my full dick.”

The Jamaican sprinter nodded. Thrane and his cohorts were glued to the scene, to Aaron fucking this random bruntette with ruthless precision. Roy couldn’t help but notice how they were all utterly captivated by Aaron’s skill—how they hung on his every word as if he were some kind of sex god.

He didn’t even notice as Trane Walker went around and slung an arm around Roy. “Well, your girl was gonna get her guts rearranged at some point. It was either us or him.”

“...”

Five big dick athletes gangbanging your girl versus the biggest cock in the world.

Which was worse? Which was better? For this cuck, it was Aaron.

When Thea finally passed out and experienced what was her seventy-third orgasm, she passed out and Roy had to carry her to a resting area. Selina giggled when Aaron’s cock was fully and completely unveiled to everyone. A hand on his hip, he didn’t beckon. He didn’t speak.

He grabbed a towel and began patting himself dry with the detached calm of a monk.

Within seconds, two became four. Then eight. Then a dozen. Women migrated across the pool deck like moths to a porch light, forming an almost perfect semi-circle around Aaron. Some sipped drinks, others leaned on railings, and a few outright bit their lips as though trying—and failing—to keep themselves in check.

The men noticed, of course. How could they not?

A pack of NBA players were the first to react. Towering men, all six-foot-seven and above, with shoulders like steel beams and diamond watches that could blind a man at noon. They were used to being the alphas in any room, any country, any planet. And yet, there they were—left out of focus while their wives and girlfriends drifted toward Aaron like hypnotized schoolgirls.

One NBA wife tossed her ring back to her husband. “I’ll see you later, honey~!”

“Aisha, wait—!” Nope, she was gone. “Man, this is some bullsh—”

A drop of cum fell from the tip of his fourteen inch dick. Every single bitch surrounded him. This was going to be one hell of an evening.