VC Day 5 - I'm 20!

"I'm 20!" you say.

"OK..." Angela does not know what to do. There is nothing wrong with you. You are healthy...

But your butt still hurts.

"Look at this too," you say, climbing up on the table and getting to your hands and knees. You show her your tender buttock.

"There is a puncture wound here," she says. "Did you sit on something sharp?"

"Is there anything weird about it?" you demand.

"No. Stay like that. Let me put a bandage on it."

You suddenly realize you are naked below the waist, sticking your rear end out alone in a room with Angela... now you are super embarrassed.

You suddenly feel her soft fingers on your buttock, rubbing on some cream, and your cock tingles. No. No. Not now. You feel it swelling as her fingers rub your sensitive skin.

"Oh God," you say, miserable, and before the words are out of your mouth, you are fully hard.

She puts a tiny bandage on, and you sit back down. Angela sees your erection and lets out a little cry, jumping back.

"Oh!" she says.

You don't blame her... it was a fat piece of meat when it was soft, but hard it's massive, covered in thick, throbbing veins. The head is huge and shiny, a very angry purple color.

"Oh my God," you say.

Angela stares wide-eyed.

"Let me get your coach," she squeaks, and runs out of the room.

"Oh God. I'm a monster," you moan, staring down at it. In a minute, Angela is back with Michelle, and she doesn't even say. She pushes Michelle into the room and disappears.

"Holy shit," Michelle exclaims.

"I'm sorry," you moan, covering your face.

"What is happening?"

"It got bigger!"

"Holy shit!"

"You already said that!"

Michelle takes her glasses off, squints, then puts them back on. She takes a deep breath.

"OK."

"What?"

"You can't go anywhere like that. You need to take care of it," she tells you.

She's right.

"Can you handle that?" she asks.

"Where are you going?" you ask back.

"I'm going to buy you some jock straps," she snaps.

Oh...

"Let me borrow your phone," you say, blushing.

"Where's yours?"

"I lost it." They took it when they put you in the lab...

"Riley, you are a mess." Michelle gives you her phone and leaves.

You lock the door and get some paper towels, then sit on the table and use Michelle's phone to go to a porn site. You pull up one of your favorite videos, a lesbian one with a strap-on, but it's really sensual and affectionate.

Your cock is now so big that you can't easily stroke it with one hand... but you need one hand to hold the phone. You take off your shirt and use your right hand to hold the underside of your shaft, pushing the fat erection against your tummy and rubbing up and down that way as the video plays.

The girl with the strap on pushes her partner onto a couch and climbs on top of her. You watch them make love as you rub, and your penis is as sensitive as it is big... you quickly cum, spurting all over your chest.

You let out your breath, sighing... that was good.

But... it's not going down. It's still hard. Tentatively, you touch it again with your sticky hand. It still feels good, not spent or sore... you start to rub, and the video goes on. In minutes you are close again. You groan, and a second load explodes across your breasts.

Now out of breath, you lie back, moaning quietly. That was really good... but it's still hard. You stare at it, daring it to go down... but it won't.

You put the phone down and lie back, now using both hands on your cock. You listen to the video, which you know by heart... you can see in your imagination the two girls fucking, and the chubbier one's soft boobs bouncing.

You grunt and feel the shaft throbbing between your hands as more semen spills onto your belly.

"Fuck," you groan, as it finally starts to soften.

So it's not just bigger... it has to ejaculate multiple times before it'll go down.

You're suddenly hungry. And tired. You have to eat something. And bathe, and... lead your team. It's a lot. You need a little rest. You can deal with life later.