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On 7/29/2018 at 11:53 AM, hoangrocky said:

I wish the author would tell us if he is good and how is he doing with this? This story is amazing!!!

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Uh....So Uh... sorry... Life.... Life happened. It's been a bit of a back and forth year for awhile and then a lot of writers block. I thought about setting up patreon for a bit as financially that's been the main worry keeping me from writing stuff. Then as I finally did get down to writing what I thought was happening and what... you'll see... has shifted a bit. Don't worry though, reading it myself I have concerns but like I said, it changed as I was writing it. Hopefully you like it., if not, sorry??? I honestly thought I was writing the conclusion when I sat down for this but it ended up being...well, not the conclusion. I know the moderators get mad if I post within the same thread but please bear with me as it's how this one has gone. I did see all your comments... you guys are awesome! Do we have any artists in here because omg the graphic novel idea would be amazing! Anyway, rambling over:

 

Chapter 27

I don’t know if it’s an experience everyone has at some time in their life, but at some point I woke up from a dreamless sleep that felt like it lasted a lifetime. I felt rested, but too comfortable to move quite yet. By the sound of traffic outside and the light shining through my blinds I could tell it was afternoon. Good thing it was Saturday.

I stayed there, in my bed, unmoving. Partly covered by only a sheet, I stared at my ceiling like it was some sort of crystal ball as I absentmindedly stroked my soft cock. For the first time in my life, I felt small.

Sure, I had seen men bigger than me before. Some men were taller, some had larger dicks, some were more muscular. However, none of them were my fiancé. “Be ready” replayed in my thoughts over and over as my dick began to uncomfortably rise. I could tell that I had beat off too much last night, yet as my mind searched the uneven paint on the ceiling it kept creating images out of nothing. It was like finding clouds that look like dragons—except instead of fairy tale creatures and faces I kept discovering pringles cans and penises. Original, I know.

Fully risen, I began to beat off again in earnest, but my dick was just too sore. How many times did I cum last night? 7? 8? I had lost count. The air conditioner kicked on and I felt a breeze on my butthole. It felt used but still unsatisfied. Still moist from all the lube I had used last night.

Speaking of which, I reminded myself. I leaned over towards my nightstand to grab the lube I had set there last night. In the process I heard a loud thump as a large, flesh-colored dildo plopped to the ground, finally free of my bedding. It bounced slightly, landing next to the bathroom door, where I could still see the box it had come in on the bathroom counter. Barrett Long’s face smiled back at me from the packaging. “If only he knew”, I thought to myself for no good reason.

I lubed up and worked to get myself off quickly. Patrick’s voice kept playing in my head alongside a mental image of him stroking off a cock the size of a wine bottle. I looked at the dildo on the floor as I got close to blowing my nut. I knew I wasn’t ready. “Sorry Barrett” I thought, “I’m gonna need more”.

Unfortunately, Barrett Longs branded dildo was the biggest they had at any of the porn stores in town without going straight into “The Great American Challenge”—a dildo so large it looked more like a chair, or a large lawn gnome if someone were to paint the cockhead to look like a hat. After we had hung up after our argument I had fumed for a short while… before accidently bumping my fully boned dick up against the counter while getting some water. It took me a second to realize why I was so hard… For as aggravating as it was that Patrick had basically threatened me over the phone, it was also incredibly hot.

Sure, he had been aggressive with me before, but up until recently that was all just fantasy for him. Prior to the past three quarters of the year I was the big man. He would worship my muscles, and my fat 8.5” about 75% of the time we had fucked. He’d straddle me and lower his tiny little twink ass over my thick member and marvel about how incredible it was watching himself in the closet mirror as his ass stretched wide to accommodate me. He loved when I would effortlessly pick him up and carry him while my dick destroyed his asshole. I thought to myself about how his eyes light up every time I’d ask him if he was sure he could handle all of me. God I felt like just his fucking smile could make me cum!

As I came down off the high of cumming, I looked down at the meager load I had just shot from my overworked dick. I finally clambered out of bed to start cleaning up. Picking up my new, (I’ll be honest), not gently used dildo, I went downstairs and threw it in the trash. I knew it wasn’t going to suffice. I looked at myself in the mirror. All 6’5” of my looked back. My slightly red cock was hanging large and proud, and I was the fittest I’d ever been in my life. But again, I felt small.

I got into the shower and began lathering up when it finally dawned on me. I fucking liked it.

I fought myself to not get hard as I processed my realization. I liked feeling small. Hell, I craved it. Sure, it’s fantastic to always be the giant in the room, to have a cock that people crave, to be the best built man in most rooms. But it’s fucking tiring at the same time. Thinking to myself that my fiancé now had a cock that was probably as big soft as mine is hard, was better built than me, and was rapidly catching up to me in height, I felt my dick begin to stir and turned the water to cold.

I got out of the shower without blowing another load, and went to get dressed for the day. Sitting on my dresser I noticed a framed picture of Patrick and I at haunted house a few years back. I smiled. Patrick had never liked scary things. He barely made it through the original Jurassic Park. But every year he would always make it a point to go with me to the haunted houses, because I loved them… and every year he would end up throwing himself into my arms for protection when we’d round a corner and see some weirdo college kid dressed up like a clown wielding a chainsaw trying to spook us. With a sigh, I had a second realization—I was going to miss my little Patrick.

 

Chapter 28

“Be Ready”.

Fuck I couldn’t get that out of my head. Last night I had worked my hole out quite nicely, managing to accommodate most of Barrett’s silicone cock, but I knew that still wasn’t enough. Patrick was already larger than Barrett, and he still had one more shot to go. I needed bigger, and I didn’t have a ton of time. I checked online and saw a few that might work…but the reviews said they were all stiff, which is something I can’t really stand. Honestly, when having my hole worked over, I prefer the real thing, but if I’m going to use a dildo it needs to have some give—like the real thing.

I grabbed my gym bag and headed out. It was nice out, so I decided to walk. I meandered quite a bit, finally arriving at the gym having done an hour and a half walk. After an hour in group class and some extra chest presses for good measure and to allow the showers to clear out, it was time to rinse off and head home. I stripped down, grabbed my towel and entered the shower area.

Lathering up, I was glad to see that my dick had returned to normal as it had been a few hours without me beating the absolute hell out of it. I let the water wash over my body and closed my eyes to relax in the steam.

A few minutes later I heard the door creak open and a shower start up near me. I opened my eyes and glanced to my left. That fucking twink! He had taken the shower head next to me again. He wasn’t facing me yet and I couldn’t help myself from doing another down-up on him. He really did have a great ass. Appraising him further, I guess calling him a twink wasn’t very fair to him. Yes, he was slender, yes he was smooth as the surface of The Bean in Chicago, but his legs were solid and his arms and shoulders were too developed to fall under the twink moniker. From behind, his hair was similar in cut and style to Patrick…

He began to turn around and I turned my gaze away to avoid eye contact. I couldn’t help but notice his massive cock as it swung and hit his thigh as he turned. He seemed preoccupied though and I don’t believe he noticed me looking.

Another man, a bit taller and more built than the monster cock boy came in and took up the shower next to him. At first, he gave me a few furtive glances, looking me up and down as he lathered up. Checking him out I saw he had a good-sized piece as well. Surprisingly he didn’t give as much attention to the muscle-twink next to me. After a few minutes though, sensing I had no interest whatsoever in him, he dismissed me and began stroking himself as he occupied his vision with the other man’s monster appendage. He coughed.

“Justin”, he whispered expectantly. “I’m ready… like always, sir.” Although the word “sir” came from his mouth, it felt more like an order than a request. The tension in the air outweighed the steam in the shower. Justin looked up at me and horrified recognition flashed across his face. He quickly looked back at the wall in front of him. “Justin…”, no response. Justin just continued looking straight ahead. “Justin…now”.

With an exasperated sigh Justin reached down and began stroking his cock which slowly began to inch longer and longer. “What are you doing checking out fucking needle dick over there, faggot?” he bad-mouthed at the wall. “You want a real man? I’m closer… and MUCH, much bigger.” The man next to him began beating his cock and his eyes got wide like saucers as his face flushed. “Muscles and height don’t make the man” Justin continued, “but you know what does or you would be standing next to him and not next to me drooling for my cock, doncha?”

The man nodded feverously. Justin turned slightly towards the man, his cock looking about 10 to 10.5 inches by this time. “You want this cock?” Justin asked coldly. It was the least sexy delivery of that line I’d ever heard. The other man didn’t seem to notice as he glanced at me. Justin cut back in. “If you want this cock, you can’t be paying attention to that little fucker behind me, got it?” he demanded. The guy nodded again and ripped his eyes away from me as he began to get on his knees.

At this point I was standing there in confused shock. I knew this huge hung guy was a dick, but what the fuck was actually going on here? The submissive guy began to crawl forward, reaching for Justin’s legs to get purchase so he could begin sucking his fat cockhead. It seemed like time was in slow motion. Justin looked conflicted. Just as his cocksucker wrapped his hand around his left ass cheek, Justin slapped him off.

“You know what, no.” Justin declared. Unfazed, his would-be cocksucker began lunging forward again. Justin sidestepped and shoved him to the side, sending him sprawling in front of me. I took a step forward to intervene, but Justin would have none of it. It’s a good thing the gym was nearly empty and there was a big heavy door muffling the sounds to the locker room or I’m sure the next sounds would have brought someone to investigate.

“What the fu…”

Justin cut him off. As the dude began to stand up an obviously upset Justin began shouting.

“No! Fuck you! NO! I’m done. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. I’m fucking done. Fuck off Danny you can find yourself some other fucking slaveboy whore I’m done.” Now fully on his feet, Danny turned to Justin.

“But we’ve got an agree…” Justin cut him off again.

“Fuck any agreements, Danny. Fuck anything to do with you. You’ve fucking ruined my life. I fucking hate you.” Justin moved to punch Danny but I stepped in quickly and put one hand out towards his chest to stop him and the other to try to lower his fist. “Fuck you” he continued shouting at Danny. “I’ll move back to Ohio. I’ll move down south and do some fucking porn or something. Just fuck off and leave me alone.”

Calmly, Danny said, “But what about your friends? You don’t want to leave them do you?”

“I don’t have friends” Justin spat back, “everybody fucking hates me because you make me treat people like shit just so you can get your fucking rocks off. Fuck you, I’m done.” Danny’s eyes flashed angrily for another moment, then he put his hands up.

“Fine, fine. You’re done. I get it. Good luck… agreements done. Though that does mean you’re out of a job…” he wheedled, “and without a job you can’t make your rent…so…...”

“I’ll have my shit out by tomorrow asshole.” Justin spat. Danny grabbed his towel and began to exit the shower.

“Good to know, though if you change your mind I’ll be at the office like usual.” Danny paused for just a moment before exiting the shower as Justin stood standing defiantly. I stood there dumbly, still between the two of them, watching them stare at each other until the one was out of sight. Justin stood there for several more moments, unmoving until I pulled my hand back and started to move to turn my shower off, which I suddenly had to pull back from as a caught Justin as he collapsed into me while bursting into tears.

“I’m sorry.” He cried. “I’m so sorry.” I held him there, unmoving, as he let it out. Sure, he had been a douche to me and Patrick, but in this moment he was just hurt, and from the sounds of it he didn’t have anyone else who would hold him right now.

“I’m not really a fucking asshole” he sobbed, “but Danny was my boss, and I rent my place from him,  and…and… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. I’m so sorry. To you, and your boyfriend, and everyone else. I’m sorry.”

I was surprised he remembered Patrick, as my fiancé had gone out of his way to avoid this guy since their first encounter. I calmed him down and suggested he shower again to get the tears off his face. Meanwhile I got dressed and made sure that Danny was long gone. I bought a shake for Justin and I and brought it back to the locker room as he was putting his shoes on. I could tell his gears were turning as he went about collecting his gym clothes and stuffing them in his gym bag. I handed him his drink. He looked up at me, down at the drink, up at me again… and blushed.

“Thank you,” he said timidly.

We walked out together. By now it was late afternoon but was still warm, and surprisingly the wind hadn’t picked up. We didn’t talk much at all. After a few blocks, we ended up in front of his apartment. As we went to part, I asked.

“So what’s the plan?”

He looked at the ground in front of him. “Honestly, I don’t know. I guess I’ll either apologize to Danny, or figure something else out.” I studied him for a moment.

“What apartment are you?”

“One”

“Go take a moment. I need to make a phone call. But when that’s done I’d like to talk.”

 

Chapter 29

While outside Justin’s apartment, I had called Patrick and explained everything that had happened in detail. At first, when Patrick had heard that it was the man that had humiliated him in the shower he was pretty stand offish. But by the time I had gotten to the part about Ohio, and losing his apartment, and his job, Patrick’s heart had softened up like I knew he would. He was the one who suggested Justin stay with us for however long it takes.

No strings. No agreements other than respect our home and the people in it.

It didn’t take long to move Justin’s belongings into our guest room. At 22, he owned basically three or four totes of things. It looked mostly like just some clothes, bedding, college books, and a laptop. I gave him some time to settle in while I spoke with Patrick over the phone. It started out innocently, he informed me he was getting a promotion… though mainly because his boss was fired. Turns out his former boss had fucked somethings up pretty good, basically erasing two weeks of work. Was I ever going to see my lover again?

After a while, Patrick asked me slyly “so… the credit card statement shows a purchase from a little store called “Secrets” hmm?” I blushed. Even though I knew he couldn’t see me I turned to hide my face a bit. I responded in my most masculine voice.

“oh uh… yeah… I uh, had to uh… you know…buy a thing”. Patrick busted up laughing.

“Haha, awesome… how big did you get?”

“Oh, I dunno, it’s pretty fucking massive. It’s supposed to be a replica of Barrett Long.”

“Ohhh…” he said knowingly, “nice. Good thing though that you’ve got a couple of weeks to get a size up”. I was rapidly getting hard.

“How…uh…how big do I need to handle, exactly?” I asked. He got quiet for a moment.

“Look up Jonah Falcon’s cock size on google”

“yeah?”

“yeah… well I do have one more shot still.” I had to get my dick out of my shorts, I was leaking precum like a faucet and it I could see a wet patch. My bedroom door was open though and Justin was downstairs though, so I didn’t pull it out. I couldn’t help but rub it a bit though.

“Fuck that’s big” I said. “I tried looking around because I thought you were bigger than Barrett from what I’ve seen on Facetime, but I couldn’t find any good ones, you know me.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking big now.” He sounded cocky…and confidant. This wasn’t a fantasy anymore, that was painfully obvious. “Don’t pressure him, it sounds like it’s the last thing he needs…but maybe you could ask Justin if he has any pointers or direction that would be helpful.”

I thought about it for a second. “Good idea… though to be honest I’m a bit worried about that.”

“Why’s that, hun?”

“Well… it’s just that I think he may have a slight thing for me. He’s blushed a few times when we’ve talked, and while moving over here I’m pretty sure he was chubbing up checking out my ass while I was moving things around to make room for him.”

“That’s a bad thing?” he asked.

“Well, yeah… you’re my fiancé, my sweet little nerd…”

He cut in “Not little anymore.”

“My big nerd… and I love you and I’m horny as fuck, and you and he look similar, and well… I don’t want to test myself hun.”

Patrick laughed. “Aww… you’re so sweet. I love you. Don’t worry, hun. If he makes you better able to handle me, I’ll thank him.” He laughed. “He could be my shoe-stretcher. Open you up so that I can fit.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Oh, most definitely. Though I want to watch sometimes.” He said, excitedly if I might add. This was a new fetish of his I didn’t know he had. “Oh, and who knows, maybe if we all get along, when I get back I could blow him up full of my cum too, he does have a sweet ass. Oh my God, I’d love to compare cocks with him now! Who’s the shrimp-dick now!” His breathing had picked up, and he let out a low moan. “Maybe we could spit roast you! Can you imagine two feet of cock in your holes? God, I want to make you feel loose to him.”

He grunted loudly, and I’m sure he blew a load (it sounded like a guy pissing for awhile) because I could hear splashing for quite a long time. The line was quiet for a bit while he caught his breath. A few seconds later he said, “Though only if he’s into it, it sounds like he’s been through a bit of hell… sorry about that, I’ve been horny as fuck.”

I laughed a bit, “sounds like it, though are you just jerking it or are you serious? I thought you said you’d never outgrow me.”

“Who said anything about outgrowing you, hun?” He said, full of concern. “I love you, I’m going to marry you, and you’re going to be mine forever. Got that?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Good. I’m never gonna outgrow you. I’ve got a big heart though, and a….really…big cock though, if he’s actually more of a sweetheart like you described he sounds a lot like you. Why can’t we marry him too? It’s not like we have to be heteronormative or anything. I mean, I’ve got like 3 husbands in Fable. Though you’re my favorite!”

“God you’re a dork. We just invited him into the house and you want to marry him after your only interaction with him was with him being a jerk. Wow…” I laughed.

“Eh, I’m joking… mostly… Seriously though, if you two end up banging, I want pics!”

 

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