What are friends for?

I knelt in front of him, sitting on my heels, wrapped my hands around the fleshlight, and began to shift it up and down. There was a lot of resistance as I tried to move is but I stopped when I heard Michael give out a pained exhale. "Are you okay?" He shrugged and seemed to be debating whether or not to say something. "It's just a little... Dry." What? Why would it be... Oh no. He didn't, did he? I withdrew the toy as Michael winced before I managed to pry it off to see what was underneath. The head looked a bright red from the lack of lubrication, which was the exact opposite of the state of my panties from staring at this behemoth. "Why didn't you use any lube?" He looked down sheepishly. "I didn't have any..." Dammit. What did he thinks would happen? Unlike my new lady bits, his aren't self-lubricating. At least not very good at it. Maybe I could use water? And what? Dunk his dick like a biscuit in coffee. Stupid. I need something a bit thicker. Like gel. Hand sanitizer? No. No, no, no, no. Bad idea. Really bad idea. I don't even have a dick anymore and the thought of that brings tears to my eyes. Well, I suppose there's one other thing I could try...

I worked up as much spit as I could then brought my head above his fuckstick and dribbled it out before rubbing it over and around the head and shaft. With the last bit of spit, I leaned a little too far forward and my lips made contact with his cockhead. Ugh, that tasted... Well, I sort of just tasted warm, maybe a little sweaty. Michael let out a soft moan and I continued to spread my spit over his throbbing cock before I brought the toy back up to the top and with both hands, started to slide it back in. The fleshlight moves much more fluidly now and Michael lets out more grunts and moans as more and more of his cock disappears into the toy. But as it makes it's way down I can see the silicon stretch far more than it probably should. Even the hard plastic casing is warping under the pressure. It seems that this toy wasn't designed for someone as... Gifted as him. Or to put it another way. His sheer size and girth are going to shatter it like the bitchbreaker it is. Fuck! How can I be this horny? Getting edged all day yesterday didn't help but I can't stop myself from all these naughty thoughts. The smell of him is still strong on my hand and having my face this close to the source is beginning to overwhelm me. This mound of man meat with thick veins intertwining along the shaft and the two heavy balls hanging beneath, bouncing with every thrust, full to the brim with sticky, virile, cum. Without realizing it I started rubbing my thighs together to match the beat of this toy getting stretched to the breaking point. God, playing with myself felt amazing but imagine what this monster would feel like.

"Are you getting close?" Michael shakes his head "It feels nice, you're doing great, but the toy doesn't feel as good as when you were doing it with your hands..." But he trails off and mumbled the last part. "What did you say?" He seems annoyed or maybe frustrated as he tried to avoid the questions. "Your hands... and mouth." Oh, wow. I guess having my face so close did something for him. Or maybe it was my accidental kiss that he enjoyed.