My Buddy Has a Stupidly Big Cock

Everyone is 18 and consenting.

Chapter 1: Show Me

It all started with Discord. That app has been the birthplace of more strange hookups and toxic conversation than anything else in my teen life. But this one? This was new.

My friend, let’s call him Scott, had been chatting with some girl he met in a server we were both in. We were all eighteen, young and horny as fuck all the time. Scott and this girl had graduated from harmless memes and fandom talk to nightly FaceTimes and streaks on Snapchat.

Scott and I had been close since middle school, to the point where I didn't need to knock when I went over to his place. That did mean I walked in on him jerking off sometimes, but he always had enough warning that I didn't really see anything. I passed his mom in the hallway and gave her a quick nod before heading straight to his room like I always did. As I opened the door, I caught him scrambling to pull up his pants, his pale, smooth butt in full view for a split second.

"Nice ass," I said casually, stepping inside without really looking at his nudity.

"Fuck off," he muttered, not even turning around even though his pants were on now. He sounded annoyed, more than usual.

I could tell something was off. He wasn’t the kind of guy to get embarrassed easily. Whatever was going on, it was more than me catching him spanking it.

“She doesn’t believe my pics are real,” he muttered, scrolling angrily.

“Why?” I asked, half assuming he’d used some filter or AI to make himself hotter. The thought wouldn’t have surprised me. Scott had always been a little image-obsessed. He worked out purely for aesthetics, and always talked about his "big dick", but I'd never seen it hard.

“She thinks my nudes are fake,” he said, and I could tell he was trying to laugh it off, but his ego was clearly bruised.

I blinked. “Your belly button ring?”

He released a genuine, muted laugh. 

“Dude, she thinks I used AI or photoshop or whatever.”

“Well... did you?”

“No!” he snapped, and then shoved his phone in my face like a defense exhibit. “Look!”

On the screen: a mirror selfie. Nude. Full frontal in a mirror. Holding up his phone with one hand, and the other clenched tightly around the edge of a truly ridiculous dong, looking stupidly big on his thin waist and lean body. He had defined muscles, but he was a slender guy still, and average height. With the lighting in the photo, his torso looked like it had been carved from marble. It looked like a pic from a protein powder ad on the side of a website. His belly hair was neatly trimmed, not shaved. The image on the screen was a fucking pretty-boy model. That alone made it look fake, besides the oversized cock.

I blinked. “Dude…”

“What?” he asked, eyes pleading for validation.

“That is obviously AI,” I said, trying to be gentle. “You should just show her a real pic, bro.”

“It IS real!”

“C’mon.” I gave him a look and placed a hand on his shoulder like a disappointed coach. “The abs alone look fake. And that cock is bigger than porn guys.”

His nostrils flared. “What the fuck?? It's real!”

We went back and forth, circling the same logic vortex until I gave up and threw my hands in the air. “Fine! Guess you’ll have to prove it.”

He looked me dead in the eye. “I’ll show you.”

I hesitated. “Wait, what? I meant prove it to her. Go on cam with her.”

“ Nah fuck that. I’ll show you, doubting fucking Thomas over here” he said, firmer this time, like he was psyching himself up. 

I started to laugh. “Doubting Thomas??”

“Yeah, bitch,” he said, making me chuckle further. He was going really far with this joke, and I was thoroughly amused. 

He stood facing me, and yanked off his shirt in one swift motion. His abs were actually a lot more defined than I remembered. His pants soon followed, and for the first time I looked directly at his bulge. It felt gay as hell, but whatever, he wanted me to see this. My smile dropped slightly, unsure how far he was willing to go. And, honestly, even though we were close friends, I still didn't really believe that his cock was possibly that big. 

“Ok, bro, I believe you,” I said, sighing.

“Do you really?”

“No.”

He turned around, and pulled down his underwear next.  

“Jesus Christ,” I said.

His enviably muscular ass was no surprise to me. I had seen it often enough during our late-night gym sessions and locker room antics, and again, five minutes prior when I barged into his room. He was definitely built, with a strong taper in his back and that kind of glow-up definition that came from his “discipline” lifting. He started tugging on himself to get hard and I just watched, unable to look away.

What I hadn’t expected was the excitement I found myself slipping into, just watching him stroke himself from behind, muscles flexing, ass tight. It was so bizarre and taboo and sexual. He was only a foot away from me, no shame, just something to prove, for whatever reason. I guess the accusations from the girl had made him need some validation. 

To be honest, I was getting hard as a rock in my pants. I told myself it was just the nerves, but I knew it was some sort of tension that I didn't want to acknowledge or dissect. I caught myself staring longer than I meant to, zeroed in on the way his whole body tightened as he worked toward proving himself. And yeah, it was his ass I kept locking onto. Something about it felt almost… hypnotic. 

“This is gay, bro,” I said instinctively, watching the scene unfold with a weird mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Yeah,” he shot back, “and you’re staying to watch, bitch.”

“Are you hard yet??”

“Almost. But I'm not gonna sell myself short. Be patient.”

And then, he suddenly turned around, flexing his little heart out.

It was insane. He wasn’t lying. His cock was rock hard, and it jutted out obscenely in front of him, basically a foot from my face. It was so big. We measured it later, and it was over nine inches, without even cheating. The thickness was like a wide salami. The thing was a pussy buster, and I was stunned silent. It cast a shadow down his thigh, thick enough to look cartoonish. My brain tripped over itself trying to register if I was impressed, jealous, or just stunned. I was all of that. It looked literally heavy, like it must have been weighing down on his body. The thing had mass. It swayed slightly as he shifted his stance, and it throbbed in the air, big and red and angry. Seeing it in real life made every doubt I had melt away. It was outrageous. And yet, somehow, it was real.

The abs were different too, after being tensed for a couple minutes as he worked himself to an erection. They were like planks of wood straining against his skin. I don’t even know how someone that skinny had room for that much definition. How had I never noticed this before?

“Dude," I said after just gazing for a minute, "you gotta cam with her.” 

—[]—

We decided to hit her up. Scott stayed completely naked, sitting confidently at his desk like it was the most normal thing in the world. She messaged back almost immediately and said she could cam right now. I ducked off-camera, not sure how this was going to play out. The second she saw him, her mouth dropped open.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Is that real? That’s not real.”

Scott laughed nervously. “Told you it was.”

She leaned into her webcam and bit her lip, then lifted her shirt up and showed her boobs like it was a trade. “Okay, fair. But I can tell someone else is there. You keep glancing over.”

Scott froze. I winced.

“You’re not alone, are you?” she grinned.

“My friend’s here,” Scott admitted, glancing at me again. “He was the one I told you about. He didn’t believe me either.” He had the biggest smile of validation on his face.

She laughed. “Well he believes you now, right?”

I slid my chair slightly into frame, trying to act casual, like I wasn’t fully aware of how wild this was getting. She looked straight at me through the screen, raising her eyebrows like she had just discovered a twist in a movie.

“Is your friend gonna help or just sit there like a weirdo?” she teased.

I shook my head, laughing awkwardly. “Nope. I’m just here for moral support.”

“He should help,” she said to Scott, smirking. “Wouldn’t that prove it even more?"

Scott looked at me and shrugged.

I raised both hands. “No way. I’m not touching your dick.”

She pouted and leaned in closer to the webcam. “I’ll make it worth it.”

And she did. She started going further, clearly knowing how to put on a show, moaning softly, letting her hands roam lower. My resistance wavered. I glanced at Scott again, who was still hard and now barely keeping a straight face.

“Just a little help,” he said. “Dudes being dudes.”

I reached out slowly, testing the limits of my own boundaries. It didn’t feel real, not exactly. My hand met the base of him, and the weight alone shocked me. She gasped from the other side of the screen. The base was the thickest part, and my fingers didn’t wrap all the way around it.

“See? That’s hot,” she said.

I stroked him to the tip, a surreal feeling creeping up my spine as I felt another guy’s dick in my hand for the first time, and it was a huge one, so much bigger than mine. Then she said something that made me laugh out loud.

“Lick it.”

I pulled back immediately. “Okay, no. That’s not happening.”

Scott grinned. “Yeah, chill. “

Then in unison, we said, “We’re not gay.”

It sounded like it was rehearsed, and we laughed. Somehow, that made the moment feel even weirder, and funnier. My pants were still on after all, while Scott was butt naked with his raging cock in the air.

Eventually, she got bored of us refusing to get gayer, and she logged off with a wink and a "have fun, boys." The room felt quiet after the call ended, but neither of us moved right away. Scott was still throbbing hard, and I was still reeling from how casually that had just happened.

He looked over at me, his voice almost whispering now. "That actually felt... kinda good. When you did it for me."

I gave a shrug, trying to act chill. "Well yeah, no shit."

He gave a breathy laugh and looked down at himself. "I’ve never had anyone else touch me before. Like, for real. That was kinda insane."

I didn’t say anything, but something about the way he said it made the silence feel charged. He turned toward me again. "Wanna do it some more? Just... since we already started?"

There was a pause. I reached out again.

It started more quickly than I expected. I knelt down between his legs, unsure if I was really doing it, but I kept telling myself it was just about helping him finish. My hand moved down his shaft, wrapping around the base like I had before. He was warm and heavy in my grip, and I could feel the blood throb through him.

Scott watched me with this mix of amusement and wonder, like even he couldn't believe this was happening. I looked up at him once, just to check in, and he gave me a tiny nod, brushing his fingers through his hair like he was trying to act chill.

"Can you... suck it?" he asked, almost timidly. My instinct was to laugh it off, maybe toss a pillow at him and tell him to fuck off. Because that was the line, right? That was the threshold we didn’t cross.

But something inside me stirred.

I shook my head. "No way. Too gay."

He didn’t argue. Not with logic. Just looked at me, quietly, his eyes unusually serious. "Please."

I hesitated. He wasn't being a jokester, or egging me on with that bro-smirk he always had. He looked...vulnerable. Almost like he needed this, like the moment had cracked something open in him, and I was the only person he trusted enough to see it through.

"You’re seriously asking me to suck you off?"

He nodded slowly. "Only if you want to. But yeah."

Silence. I swallowed, unsure of what to say next, unsure of what part of me had already decided. But my hand stayed on him, and I didn’t move away.

I leaned in and let my lips brush against the tip. A sticky drop of pre-cum touched my lips, and I licked it. The taste wasn’t bad. I touched my tongue to the sensitive underside. He twitched. I paused. Then, just a little further, I let him slip past my lips. Only an inch. His breath quickened.

"Holy crap," he whispered.

I pulled back and smiled. "Still not gay."

He laughed, breathless. "uh huh."

I went again, letting more of him in this time, and he closed his eyes. One hand still at the base, my other moved to his thigh to steady myself. His hips jerked a little, not thrusting, just reacting. I started finding a rhythm, slow and cautious, like easing into a pool. My lips were stretched and it literally hurt the skin in the corners of my mouth. My jaw hurt just from holding it open so wide. But the tension turned to numbness as I focused on pulling a load out of him.

After a few minutes, he began playing with his chest, running his fingers across his nipples, eyes closed, murmuring something that might’ve been my name.

And somehow, in the middle of all that, I realized I liked the way it felt to take my time with it. Every step was its own discovery. We didn’t have to talk. We just understood. We were really good friends after all. I grabbed his balls, the same way I held mine when I jerked off.

It didn’t escalate all at once, but it escalated. First, I let him guide the pace a little, his hands resting gently on the sides of my head, then slowly beginning to move. Not pushing yet, just syncing with the rhythm I was already giving him. The pressure built gradually, like testing limits we didn’t even know we had.

At one point I stopped and walked over to his bed, lying on my back with my head hanging slightly off the edge, the way some very slutty girls do in porn. I knew it was a fantasy of his, and plus it meant I could give my neck muscles a break. He raised an eyebrow, and I gave him the smallest nod.

He approached, and leaned over me, the weight of his cock landing on my lips again, and this time he was leading things. He pushed forward. I opened up. 

Bit by bit, I took more of him, letting him guide it deeper. I gagged once, but then adjusted my breath, found my rhythm. He murmured encouragement, his hands brushing my hair back gently.

Then he began to move. Slow at first. Controlled. My lips formed a wet seal around him, my throat stretching to meet his shape. I couldn’t believe how natural it felt, how thrilling it was to let go and just feel. He leaned forward and rested on my body. Feeling the weight of his muscles on me was weirdly comforting. He was the one in control. I was just a passive throat for him to use now. His head rested right on the crotch of my jeans. I felt his cheek press against my hard cock, and at first he completely ignored it as he continued thrusting into my face.

Somewhere in the middle of it, I felt his hand wrap around me. Just a few slow strokes, and I was already leaking. A few more, and I felt my whole body tense. No warning. I came hard, a warm mess splattering inside my underwear. I groaned into his shaft, my mouth still stretched wide around him as the orgasm ripped through me. My mouth was full of cock and my body was full of a bolt of lightning made of pleasure.

And even as I gasped for air between strokes, his cock still filled my mouth, I realized I didn’t want it to stop.

It felt like some kind of heaven. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening, only that I didn’t want it to end yet.

I grabbed his meaty ass, feeling the way it flexed and tightened under my palms, like two melons under skin. Every subtle movement made his whole body look more sculpted, more vivid under the room’s dim light. His breathing was fast now, short and needy, and every inch of him looked locked in focus.

He moaned, louder than before, and grabbed both sides of my head with a grip that was firm, and rougher than before. "I'm gonna cum, bro," he said, his voice urgent. He let go of my head and leaned forward again, holding my body tightly and humping my face like a rag doll. He held me so tightly, in a sort of 69 position. His naked body lay on top of my fully clothed self.

I couldn’t move as he held my body in place. I just kept my hands on his ass to steady myself, and hopefully help him cum. My mouth stayed open for him, accepting every inch. His cock pulsed with each heartbeat, getting impossibly harder, and then he was there, throbbing and releasing deep inside me.

I tried to breathe through my nose, but my head was still upside down, and I was already lightheaded from how long we’d been going. It overwhelmed me. The taste, the weight, the tension.

For a second, I thought I might pass out. But instead, I held on, digging my fingers into his butt cheeks and letting it all happen.

When he was finally done, he pulled out slowly, the weight of him slipping from my lips as I gasped in a deep breath. My throat felt raw, and sore, but warm, and my head spun with a sort of mix of pride and disbelief. We both sat in the quiet for a few seconds, still catching our breath, not quite ready to look at each other yet.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and sat up. He grabbed a towel from the corner of his bed and tossed it toward me without a word. The silence between us wasn’t awkward exactly, it just felt full of what had just happened.

He muttered, "Thanks," as he reached for his boxers and slid them up his legs. Even tucked away, his bulge was still massive, making the fabric stretch like a tent. He didn’t seem to care, just settled into his chair and stretched out his back.

I finally said, "Yeah, dude... no problem, I guess," letting a nervous chuckle escape me. To my surprise, he laughed too, kind of lowly. The sound of it broke the tension. For a second we were just friends again, laughing at how ridiculous the situation was.

"That was insane," I said, still catching my breath.

"No kidding," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean... thanks. I don’t think I could’ve ever asked for that from anyone else."

We sat there for a moment longer, not saying much. Just the hum of his computer fans filling the room.

We did talk about it, but only lightly. He joked about putting me on his Christmas list. I laughed, said, "Yeah... it was a one time thing, right?"

"Yeah," he said, sounding more sure than I was.

He tossed me a hoodie from the floor, and I pulled it over my head before sliding onto the floor with my laptop. For a while, I focused on some homework. He turned back to his monitor and started typing away, back to chatting with the girl like nothing had happened. Like we hadn't just crossed the most unspoken line two friends could cross.

And maybe that was the weirdest part. That it didn’t feel like a catastrophe. It felt... kinda cool. 

And, thirty minutes later, we had the girl on cam again, and we started our show, this time getting even weirder.