You’re going to help Jimmy…

Jimmy’s eyes were still glazed over and slightly pink, but they were locked on me. He knew why I came here. I knew why I came here. I walked over in front of of Jimmy as he leaned slightly forward, and what he did next made me almost cream my jeans immediately. Jimmy stopped jerking and held his had at about mid-shaft but now it was open holding only the underside instead of gripping his monster. He spit what had to have been a decent stock of saliva from inside his mouth. As if in slow motion the spit made its way from his lips and descended down with a long tail extending the drop down until it met his cock. He was still tweaking his left nipple as this went on. When the spit finally all landed on his glorious cock his hand closed back around it and starting stroking up and down again.

He leaned his head back with another heavy exhaled drawn out fuck. I was now on my knees in front of him as he kicked one of his legs out of his jeans and stretched it out. I noticed even Jimmy’s giant hands were no luck for his giant cock. When gripped around his hand couldn’t fully close and cover on both sides due to his sheer thickness.

“Grab the head and help me out. I usually jack it with both hands but I’m so fucking high I started feeling up my chest with my left and I couldn’t stop it just feels so fucking good.” My mind was going miles a minute. Did he just ask me to grab it, and help him with it? That he usually jacks with both hands cause he’s just so big. I couldn’t refuse the invitation and miss the chance.

I grabbed the bulbous head and felt it’s immense weight and heat almost instantly. It was also shockingly moist with Jimmy’s spit, he must have spit on it a few times already before I got there. “Spit on it a little bit for me. I hate if it gets too dry.” I spit on the head as I watched it slowly trickle down the shaft to meet Jimmy’s fingers. I spat in my hand too for good measure and returned it to Jimmy’s head. I began teasing just the head with my right hand with quick rapid motions only up and down on the head. Jimmy exhaled heavily, “that’s it, just like that, fucking amazing” his head was leaning back again.

I took my free hand and began running it up Jimmy’s left thigh, over his waist and rubbing over his abs. They were rock solid. Everything about him was rock solid. Jimmy reacted to my wandering hand and moved his right hand from his cock to his neglected right nipple. After a few hard twists and pulls he cupped the full right pec bouncing the muscle letting out a labored exhale.

I spit into my left hand and grabbed Jimmy at his base. He let out a soft moan when my hand made contact. I now had both hands gripped around his cock, as best they could, where Jimmy’s fingers and thumb were somewhat close, mine were nowhere near. I made up for it by jerking both my hands up and down his enormous shaft as Jimmy continued to pleasure his top half. “You’re doing fucking amazing, Chris, keep fucking going” every word came out labored with very breathy exhales. I noticed it was also the fist time he used my name. I wanted to hear him say it again, I was going to take this handjob over.

“Spit on it.” I demanded him. He looked up with a puzzled look that evolved into a look of pure intrigue. Jimmy knew I was taking over. He leaned forward and let out another store of saliva from his mouth. “That’s it” I encouraged him back to heighten his arousal. “Look at this fucking cock. It barely fits in both my hands. Both my hands around your cock and there’s still at least a third I can’t cover, my fingers can’t even wrap fully around!” Jimmy bucked slightly at this as he continued tweaking his nipples. “That’s fucking right, tell me about it.” He responded bucking his cock harder into my hands with each word.

I slowed down slightly, “use my name.” I demanded. Almost instantly he replied, “fucking tell me about my monster cock in your bitch hands, Chris.” He met my gaze for that one instead of moaning it to the ceiling. His glossy glazed over eyes were replaced by something sharper, animalistic. It set me off in a fury. I began jerking him harder has I heard his breath quicken. “You like it when there’s tiny bitch hands on your cock don’t you Jimmy?” He nodded. “No no, I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you love bitch hands jerking your gigantic cock.” I said forcefully.

“I fucking love it when your bitch hands jerk my gigantic cock Chris and you better not fucking slow down again I’m so close to busting.” He got out through gritted teeth. I wanted to excruciatingly tease him and his big cock but I also wanted him to erupt all over me. I needed to see firsthand all this busting he claims. That’s when I saw his two golf ball sized balls retract from dangling low and heavy, to drawn in closer to his body. His cock somehow stiffened even more in my hands, and I knew I had him going now. I sped up my motions and spit more on his huge head, working the moisture down to the lower parts of his shaft.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, “let me see just how these huge balls bust, huh? Why don’t you grab them for me so I can keep my bitch hands on this giant cock.” Jimmy loved his right hand from his nipple down to his balls and began rubbing and pulling on them tightly. “That’s it, Jimmy, cup those balls good. Get them nice and worked up.” I was jerking so hard at this point I was convinced I broke out a sweat. I then felt a slight build up growing from the base and making it way up the shaft. “Oh my fucking God, Chris, don’t you fucking stop I’m so fucking close!” On the last word of his sentence his cock finally erupted its first rope of Jimmy’s hot cum. He was gritting his teeth again, bucking his hips forward, the sounds of his moans reverberating within the stall.

The first rope went up and almost landed right back on the head and ended up being used as more lubricant around the head area. I wanted to give Jimmy an image he’ll never forget. Teeth still gritted he was staring hard at me and his exploding cock. I angled it towards my face to accept the remaining bursts. Once Jimmy saw this it was like he couldn’t hold back anymore if he tried. Another spurt came from his cock and landed square on my cheek. Followed by another, and another. For the fifth I angled his cock back up so he could shoot back down onto his own monster and my hands providing more lube. A fifth and a sixth came shortly after. The sixth just as voluminous as the first. Where my own cumshots seemed to decrease in not only volume but velocity as well, Jimmy’s seemed to be the same constant eruption of a large amount of cum every time. Unsure if more was coming I aimed his head back towards my mouth which I left open to receive any of the last shots Jimmy had left. Three more came out once he saw where I was aiming. His taste was absolutely surreal. I was beyond happy I decided to aim the last few inside my mouth.

I slowed my jerking and Jimmy’s hands dropped to his sides, looking utterly spent. However glancing at his cock still at a full attention and rock hard as ever was quite impressive. Jimmy brought his head up and watched me still slowly working my hands up and down his cock. “That was fucking amazing, Chris. Consider yourself part of the routine, I’m not missing that again.”

I stood up and grabbed a roll of paper towels from the sinks nearby. I wiped my hands and my face and handed the roll to Jimmy. “I’ll say amazing, you cum so fucking much dude” Jimmy chuckled as he began saturating the weak paper towels with his never ending seed. “Do I?” He asked coyly. His eyes were somehow back to a glazed over glassy pink and he giggled like he did in the car from the blunt. I pulled myself together and headed to the stall door, logging the image of Jimmy sitting there half naked, erect huge cock, and covered in his own cum to memory, I undid the latch on the stall door.

“Looking forward to your future routines.” I said and left again before he could respond.