Putting On A Show

"Seriously," I moan, pressing my lips against the head of him in a kiss before pulling back and staring up at him, "The absolute biggest. When I sucked your cock this afternoon it left me aching for hours. Hell it was all I could think about the whole time I was at that stupid club fair. I did other things, but in the forefront of my mind the whole time I was just fantasizing about this thick fucking fat cock and how good it felt to suck it."

I push down, sliding down the length of him until I'm visibly **** on it. Moaning loud enough that even with a mouthful of cock it is audible to everyone and pulling back quickly enough that a line of spit still connects my lips to his cock and fast enough that my moan is still lingering a little at the end as I come up for air.

"So fucking good," I tell him, "Just the best fucking cock I've ever had."

And then I launch right back into sucking it.

None of what I said was wrong, even if it was maybe a bit of a misconception, a bit of an exaggeration. I mean by even the most generous of definitions I'd 'had' what? Four cocks?

Blake and Jake and the stranger in the alley and half of Lucas, before he'd scurried off and left me hanging.

Four cocks and really one of those is only a half and yeah Jake was the biggest, but he wasn't that more substantial than the rest of them. Not enough that I felt this inordinate draw towards him and I didn't honestly have enough experience to say if bigger was truly better or if it just hurt a whole lot more.

But that wasn't really the point here.

Blake knew none of that, or if he did he only knew it in generalities and either way it was only mostly irrelevant because the simple fact of the matter is that Blake is a man and while there are a great many weaknesses in men, the one above all is how they tie so much of their self worth and their value into the length and breadth of what lies between their legs. I knew that because I'd been a man and I was just as subject to that insecurity as any other man out there. And I knew that because the moment the words spilled past my lips that Jake was the biggest and best cock I'd ever had, there was a visceral reaction.

Not a big one. You'd probably have to be looking at it to notice it but still it was present. Both Jake and Blake reacted, the former with a twitch and a self-satsifed smirk and the former by faltering a little on the downstroke and letting that littlest bit of a frown play at the edges of his lips. And then reacting afterwards by compensating. By slamming himself into Rachel so hard and so furious that it was like he'd doubled his efforts just to prove that it was the motion of the ocean rather than the size of the boat and I would have almost felt bad for Rachel but for the fact that she moaned, tightened her grip on the blanket beneath her, and moaned out a 'Yes' of approval.

"Such a big fucking cock," I go on, between moments where I am dedicating my whole to it, "It just drives me wild. It just lives rent free in my brain and god I should charge it rent because it's taking up so much fucking space because it is so... goddamn... big..."

I barely even knew what I was saying but it was working on both of them so who was I to judge. Blake continues to sneer and fuck himself into Rachel with increased fury, evidently trying to drown out the sound of my words with the volume of her cries, and Jake just reacts, loving every last moment of my generous approval.

"Oh fuck, Emily," he grunts, "Your mouth is so talented. I can't get enough of you. You drive me wild."

I smile and I kiss my way down the underside of him as a reward for his compliment, suckling on each of his balls in turn as I play them into my mouth while I stroke him long and slow.

"What can I say?" I muse, "I aim to please."

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