My Buddy Has a Stupidly Big Cock 02

Note: Breaking it out of patreon jail, with yet more small edits for the Patreon monitors.

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Chapter 2: Back on Cam

Things started to pick up as soon as he started video chatting with the girl again.

"He sucked me," Scott told her immediately. 

I felt my face turn red, still on the floor working on my computer, but losing the ability to focus.

"Oh shit!" she said back to him, "Why didn't you show me??"

"Because you left," he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I looked over and saw he was rubbing his bulge again. That giant, fat thing really was obscene. I felt my dick start to stir in my pants again. The energy was turning back up. I never even cleaned up my jizz from before. I was just pretending like I didn't have a load of cum on my dick and balls in my underwear. 

"Do it again," she said, insistent.

"Why should I?" he said. He had the upper hand now, and he was teasing her. 

"Oh my god," she said, "this is so hot."

I looked over again and he had pulled out his monster hog again, his underwear on the floor by his feet. He was looking at her while she stripped as well. He stood up to show the enormity of his cock straight to the cam, and started jerking it like I wasn't even there. My eyes went straight to his ass again. He had really toned it well.

I stood up and walked behind him. He didn't acknowledge me, acting like I wasn't there. The girl on cam just moaned when she saw me approaching him. I started putting my hands on his body, and he didn't flinch, he just kept slowly rubbing himself while watching the screen. I grabbed his ass, and moved the cheeks in circles with my palms. It took him a full minute of being zoned out to quietly say, "what the fuck?"

I put my hands on his hips and leaned forward, touching my chin to his shoulder and putting our cheeks together. We could feel each other breathing. He just closed his eyes and leaned into it as I started basically dry humping his ass. I reached my hand forward and gripped his dick. He let go of his cock and leaned forward on his desk, resting on his palms and sticking his ass into me while I jerked him off harder. He stopped me after a minute. "Bro, stop I'll cum already." I let go of his dick and rubbed his balls while I buried my face in his neck.

I heard the girl on the screen mutter, "yeah."

Our eighteen-year-old hormones ran things at that point. I knelt down and started kissing his ass. It was time to properly worship this thing. I felt the thin layer of sweat against my face as I pressed his cheeks onto my face. The smell was pure teen male. The muscles were like two small, tight balloons. I squished them in my hands and pulled the cheeks apart. He had a light, teenage amount of hair, just like me. I was excited that we were all eighteen.

I didn't fight the urge, and I stuck out my tongue, running it up his ass and into his hole. That finally made him shudder a bit, and I felt his hole tense on my tongue. 

"Jesus Christ," he muttered. I started just making out with his ass, nibbling on his cheeks.

The blonde e-girl on the screen chimed in again. "Tell him to take out his dick."

I stood up, and for the first time that day, finally pulled out my cock. It had remnants of dried cum from my earlier release that I never cleaned up. Scott's ass was thoroughly covered in my spit at this point, and I just leaned forward and felt his warm, muscular, wet cheeks converge on my cock as I started rubbing it up and down between them. It felt so good, I wanted to stay there forever. I held his hips and gently humped against him, rubbing the sensitive underside of my cock against his hole and feeling it wink. 

He suddenly turned around, ignoring the girl on the screen. Or bodies were touching and I pulled his hips into mine. We both looked down at our dicks pressing against each other, and he grabbed them both for a moment. His dwarfed mine, it was like three times the girth and several inches longer, and I'm not even small. 

"You wanna fuck me?" he said, still looking down.

I didn't answer, I just pressed him back against the desk until he sat on it. I lifted his legs. His giant dick rested on his hard abs, and his pink hole was facing me. He kept his eyes down on where my dick was aimed at his ass. I pressed forward and started to poke it in. He hole barely resisted until the head popped into his wet opening, and then I felt him tense on it tightly. I couldn't resist the urge to slightly thrust, but held back enough until he relaxed a bit, letting out a long breath. I pressed in a bit further and grabbed his big hog, lightly rubbing the sensitive head and keeping him hard while I pushed in further. He took it really well, and soon I was properly fucking his sweaty ass and jerking his big hog, just enough to keep him on the edge. He started whimpering lightly, a nice contrast from earlier when he was grunting while he shoved his giant hog down my throat. 

I came suddenly, before I even realized I was going to. I just froze and started squirting up inside him, while he gripped the base of his cock hard, making it look even bigger and veinier. I pulled out and watched a glob of white juice follow my cock out of his hole. He dropped his legs and caught his breath for a second, while I just stood there, not sure what to do next. 

He looked up at me in the eyes. "I owe you one, now."

I felt my stomach flip. That wasn't what I expected, although I should have guessed. I laid down on my front on the bed, nervous about how impossible thing was going to happen. He had the cock of a god. It could probably rip me in half. But I owed him one.

"You need lube," said the girl on the screen. In the intensity of the moment, I had forgotten that she was even there. 

"Like what?" Scott responded, while I just waited on the bed, face down.

"Baby oil," she said breathily.

Scott pulled on his underwear and left the room. I heard him chat briefly with his brother, Charlie in the hallway.

"Nothing!" he said, annoyed by his brother, as usual.

"Why do you have a boner??" I heard Charlie whisper loudly.

"I don't!" 

I heard Charlie scoff and walk away, before Scott returned to his room holding a bottle of baby oil, and closed the door behind him.

"What's up with Charlie?" I asked.

"Nothing, just being annoying." 

I thought for a second. "Is he as big as you?"

"No, he's like four inches shorter."

"I meant his dick," I said, chuckling.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I don't fucking know," Scott said, laughing at my inane question. "But, yeah, I think he is pretty big though."

This fucking family, I thought to myself.

He walked up to me, looking down at the bottle, and dropped his underwear back to his ankles. I was still laying face down, and buried my face into my arms, bracing for the impact. He tilted the bottle quickly and squirted it onto his shaft, rubbing it in with his other hand, using probably way too much of it. He was dripping with baby oil and then just pressed up against my ass. The pressure was already intense, and he was nowhere close to actually penetrating me. 

He started just pushing against my hole, but it kept slipping off to the side. For a full minute or more, he tried and failed to even get the tip lined up with my opening. Finally he rubbed off a bunch of the lube, leaving only a thin layer, and tried again. This time, my hole started to open up as he pressed forward. The pain was immediate, like a shock to my system. 

“Nope, take it out,” I said quickly, rolling over onto my back to emphasize my point. 

“Damn,” he said, “too much?”

“Yeah, dude,” I said back, staring at the ceiling “that thing is a monster.”

Charlie’s voice suddenly came from his doorway. “Do me first then.”

“GodDAMN it Charlie!” Scott whisper-shouted while attempting to cover up his oversized erection with his hands. Apparently Charlie had quietly opened the door to sneak a peak on what we were up to.

“Sorry,” Charlie said, sort of meekly.

I was still lying there unbothered. I had gone this far with Scott, so I didn’t really give a fuck at this point if Charlie saw me, especially if he wanted to join in. I patted the spot next me on the bed. “No worries dude, come on in.”

“No!” Scott insisted.

Charlie listened to me instead, and sat next to me. I saw his girthy dick against his thigh in his pants. He really did rival Scott in size. 

Scott scoffed a bit before finally relenting. “Aight… so… what? You wanna jerk off with us?”

“Looked like you guys were doing more than that,” Charlie said, smirking slightly. 

“I don’t think you’re ready for that shit,” Scott said matter of factly. 

“Dude, you ever wonder why the cucumbers disappear from the kitchen so quickly?”

Scott looked puzzled for a second. He was never the most clever guy. Then it hit him. “Jesus Christ dude.”

“Yup,” Charlie said. “So, you can go nuts if you want.” He reached out and grabbed Scott’s dick, which was still hard as steel. Scott flinched at the touch, still getting used to the idea, but clearly intrigued by Charlie’s newly revealed sluttiness. I sat there watching them, touching myself slowly, milking out bits of pre-cum and rubbing it into the head of my cock. Charlie leaned forward, closing his eyes, and started sucking Scott tentatively. He finally started to melt into the idea, and put a hand on Charlie’s head, guiding his mouth up and down as that pink tongue firmly slid against the sensitive underside. 

I wanted things to go a bit faster, and I reached over to Charlie’s pants. He didn’t react as I undid his belt, button and zipper. He lifted his ass for me to swiftly pull down his pants and underwear together to his ankles, and there it was. It didn’t even seem possible, but it was bigger than Scott’s. At least a half inch longer and roughly the same thickness. The veins were different, like a fingerprint, distinct even on guys who share genetics. I started jerking him off, and he started whimpering on his lookalike’s thick cock. He held my wrist to make me stop after only a few seconds, apparently already on the edge.

I gently pulled him back by his shoulders, allowing Scott’s dick to fall out of his mouth, and laid him on his back. His pants and underwear were still around his ankles as I lifted his legs, pulling his knees to his shoulders, showing his pink, hairless hole for Scott and me to see. His face looked ready for anything, a sort of stoic, confident expression as Scott and I reached for his ass and started playing with it. I put a knee on either side of his head, letting my hard dick rest on his face while I leaned forward to eat out his virgin hole. It felt so much looser than Scott’s. I could tell he had played with it a lot. Apparently Scott wasn’t the only one in this house who was open to anal play. 

He started moaning when I started pressing his hole in circles with my tongue, rapidly circling the rim while Scott rubbed his face on Charlie’s butt cheeks and gave him little bites, nibbling on him, unexpectedly lost in the moment. My balls shifted down until they were on Charlies lips, and he stuck out his tongue to give them a warm bath. It felt great. I had never had oral in any way, and this was exciting enough to give me tingles up my body. As I continued to eat his ass, I shifted further and put my ass on his tongue. He didn’t miss a beat and kept going with his tongue bath, sticking his hard tongue into my hole and giving me the rim job I needed. Fuck, I thought, this is the best thing ever. 

Scott stood up when he was ready, and pressed his dick up against Charlie’s hole while I was still eating him out. I licked the head of it, a familiar bulbous piece of meat at this point. I sat up to give him room, and grabbed the bottle to squirt a heap of baby oil onto the taboo mess unfolding in front of me. 

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Scott slid in easily, which surprised me. Charlie must've spent a lot of time training his hole. He barely flinched as the massive length worked its way in. His breathing changed, but there was no tension in his body, just a quiet readiness like he’d been waiting for this moment. It was almost smooth, like it was practiced, like he had anticipated exactly how this would feel and what to do with it. I guess cucumbers do a good job. I couldn't believe how naturally it seemed to be happening. 

I laid back slowly, feeling the sheets beneath me, and bent my knees to lift my legs. With both hands, I spread myself open, exposing my hole to Scott’s full view. My heart was pounding in anticipation of trying again. 

"I'm ready," I said, voice quieter this time, like I was admitting something to everyone in the room.

Scott's prowess was on full display. His abs flexed with his breaths as he slowly pulled out of Charlie, glistening and twitching, then turned his attention to me. The shift in his energy was subtle but magnetic, a quiet confidence he had apparently gained in the last five minutes from losing his virginity into his shorter lookalike’s hole.

He came toward me confidently, dripping with oil and sweat, and lowered himself down slowly, sort of squatting as he eased his thick cock toward my entrance. The pressure returned, but it was more bearable this time after getting a thorough rimjob from Charlie. And, honestly, I was less apprehensive after watching how easily Charlie could take it. My body was more ready. He paused with the head pushing at me, then leaned down and rested his forehead against mine.

"You alright?"

I nodded, gripping his shoulders for support. "Yeah," I breathed.

He pressed in slowly, inch by inch, softly enough to make me feel every contour of his steely cock. My breath caught repeatedly as the stretching deepened, but he rubbed my chest to soothe me, and it weirdly worked.

Eventually, he was buried inside me, his hips flush with mine. Charlie stayed in position on his back as he slowly rubbed his gargantuan cock and watched us.

Then Scott began to thrust slowly, just enough to keep the rhythm steady. I moaned under my breath, my body adapting, tingling with heat. The pressure was turning into pleasure, and I finally saw the appeal of getting fucked, beyond just letting Scott get his rocks off again. Charlie sat up next to us, watching with a soft smile, stroking himself with one hand and gently brushing my hair back with the other.

Soon Scott switched between us, pulling out of me and gliding right back into Charlie, who gasped with pleasure. Charlie and I lay next to each other, our sides pressed together tightly, our legs overlapping in the air as Scott had his way with us, edging in our holes and switching back and forth. He would fuck Charlie roughly, then come back into me, and hump me gently for a minute. Then back to Charlie. Over and over. The bed creaked, and Charlie and I synced up, jerking each other off while we got stuffed. We weren’t just fucking, it was like the three of us were sharing each other, balanced.

It built slowly, wave after wave of pressure and pleasure, as Charlie and I edged each other’s dicks while Scott went gooner mode and moaned as he stuffed our asses, stopping before he came every time. Scott grunted more and more as he got closer, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself in Charlie one last time and let go, filling him deeply. I could feel the way Charlie twitched in response in my hand while his ass got filled with his role model’s cum, his body receiving it like he was built for it.

Scott pulled out and turned to me, taking me in his hand and stroking me while I watched them both. My orgasm came hard and fast, shooting up across my chest, my abs clenching as the last few pulses dribbled down my side.

Charlie leaned over, his lips brushing my ear. "That was awesome. Thanks."

Charlie looked like the happiest dude in the world, his face glowing like he had just gotten into his dream college. He barely wiped himself off, grabbing a random sock to dab at his inner thighs before tugging his pants back up over that monster bulge. There wasn’t a hint of shame in his posture, just a kind of cocky pleasantness. All of us being eighteen, there had been a lot of hormonal decisions made that day.

Scott looked completely spent. He was slumped over on his side, still naked, breathing through his mouth with his hair a sweaty mess across his forehead. His eyes were glazed in a dazed, post-orgasmic way. He looked almost sleepy.

Charlie stretched, let out a satisfied sigh, and smirked. 

"See you guys next time," he said casually, as if he were just heading out after a game of pickup basketball.

He walked out with that same spring in his step he had when he first walked in, barely glancing back. The whole thing had been transactional for him in a weirdly cheerful way. Like he had just come for dick, and he was off to do whatever else filled his chaotic teenage schedule. He got what he wanted, and now he was off to whatever came next. Our eighteen-year-old hormones were done for now, and he didn't care to hang out with us further.

A voice suddenly came from the girl on the screen: "Oh... my... god..." I laughed when I remembered she had a clear view of the bed the whole time. Scott’s head turned rapidly to the computer, shocked.

She asked, "Is Charlie gonna be a regular thing?"

"Yes," I said quickly before Scott could answer, as he rolled his eyes. 

He went back to chatting with her while I pulled on my pants and went back to my schoolwork. It was like nothing had happened, but my sore body held the receipts.

When they were done chatting, Scott closed his computer. 

“Hey,” he said, looking at me. I looked back up at him.”

“You wanna spend the night? My older brother is coming home from college tonight. We’ve been… texting about today.”