I need to borrow your cock

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Part 1

My new roommate Joey has been acting strange lately, but the other day I started to wonder if he’s actually nuts. You know, like “I needed to talk to campus housing right away” nuts.

Here’s what happened. He burst into our room that afternoon looking like he was on a mission, like he had to save the earth from an extinction-size asteroid or something.

“Dude, I need to borrow your cock,” he said, breathlessly. He had his hand out like he was asking for a condom or something.

I looked up from my organic chem homework and stared at him. He was just standing there, panting like he’d run here from across campus or something. Waiting for me to hand him my cock.

“I’ll give it back, I promise,” he said insistently. The harsh overhead fluorescents brought out a faint sheet of sweat on his brow, from the exertion of running or from emotional turbulence I wasn’t sure.

I sat there staring back at him, aghast. No words would come. I was seriously having trouble processing what he was saying. It occurred to me to wonder which of us was having the psychotic break.

He glanced behind him. Was he afraid of someone? Was there some kind of cock mafia after him? Did he owe somebody “five large” or something? None of this was making any sense to me at all.

“Look,” he said, apparently edging a little into desperation as he searched the hallway behind him, “I just need to borrow that huge cock you have now thanks to me.” He was paying more attention to the hallway at the moment than the guy he was talking gibberish to (viz., me). I looked around him into the corridor. There was no one there.

I knew for a fact he hadn’t seen me naked or even close—for one thing, he was never around, and for another, I’m guarded about my dick. (I’ve always been ashamed of its size. You’d think I’d grown up with a small one, I’m so reticent about it, but as I sat there I could feel its size and heaviness even as it slumbered in my briefs.) How had he found out?

Then I remembered. Last week. Me, him, and alcohol. To celebrate the first Friday of the semester I’d brought a lot of beer back to the dorm and we had a little to much of it, or I did, anyway. We’d talked about cock size, and eventually I told him about my big guy, or rather confirmed his assumptions that I was big—though I refused to get it hard for him despite a boozy curiosity on my part. I still wasn’t sure about Joey. He was cute, but also kind of intense, even for an anxious freshman. Plus he was planning to declare as a poli-sci major. Those people are weird.

And as memories of that night surfaced in patches in my mind I kind of remembered that after he’d had three or four beers he was trying to confide in me, but without actually confiding in me: you know, he let on something about this gift someone had given him before he left home for college, and that he didn’t know what to do with it and he was kind of scared of it, but then he wouldn’t tell me anything more about it. And I was thinking to myself, what kind of “gift” would someone be afraid of? Had someone sent him an angry tiger? And then he changed the subject back to cocks, I think, and the only other thing I remembered was that after his sixth beer he passed out.

Then as I was pondering all that, the rest of what he’d just said hit me, and it not only made no sense, it bugged me. “What do you mean, ‘thanks to’—?” I started to demand.

“Right, right, sorry. I meant the huge cock you showed me that you’ve always had. C’mon, you’re the one who told me it comes off!” he added, and when he said that his voice sounded kind of weird, like what he said sort of hung in the air for a second, and it almost seemed that his eyes flashed. His hand was still outstretched.

I glared at him. I felt my face get hot. “I never should have told you that,” I said angrily. I still wasn’t sure I really had, but I obviously must have. “I never tell anyone that.” Not since that night at summer camp with Bill Hofstra when he pulled it off and screamed and threw it into the bushes and never met me behind the boat house again. He never even looked at me again.

Joey had taken a step closer, dropping his hand to his side. He looked really upset. “I’m serious, dude. I’ll give it back. Do you think I won’t? C’mon, it doesn’t even matter if I do. You know it’ll revert right back onto your crotch again by tomorrow anyway!” he said, and again there was something funny about how he said it. His eyes were bright and his face flushed. “C’mon, you got nothing to lose,” he insisted.

Amazingly enough I was starting to consider lending him my dick. After all, he was right. Even if he lost it or something, it’s not like I’d be totally fucked. But still—look, if your dick came off, I’ll bet you dollars to donuts that you wouldn’t hand it over to anyone, let alone your weird roommate you’ve only known for two weeks. Reversions or not.

And just like that I was done wavering. This was ridiculous. “No,” I said firmly. There was no way I was sitting around all night dickless. I can’t even describe to you how unnerving that is.

“C’mon,” he said, glancing over his shoulder again. He looked back at me, looking me over rapidly, almost as if he were considering what he could say that could convince me. “You told me it comes back a little bigger anyway?” he said, his eyebrows raised, and there was that weirdness in the air again, and that glint in his eyes.

I glowered at him. I have got to stop drinking that much beer—I’d told him everything I never tell anyone. Meanwhile Joey was excited about this new angle. “Hell, it’s awesome that it comes back bigger, dude,” he said breathlessly. “I’m surprised you don’t pull it off every night.”

“It’s big enough,” I said, frowning. Which was true. And my big-enough cock was stirring at that very moment. It likes me thinking about how big it is. I felt it waking up, and quickly too, trying to grow and uncoil inside my packed basket, but there was not much room for it to expand into. It’s big. A little too big, to be honest. And really, the main thing is, being without it was still too—upsetting—to be worth the increase in size, usually.

I slapped away his outstretched hand. “Forget it.” I turned resolutely back to my homework as if turning my back on him would make him and this whole conversation go away.

Please,” he pleaded, glancing behind him.

I slammed my hand down on my desk. “Look, what the fuck is this all about, Joey?” I asked, not turning around.

“I just—I made a big mistake.” I turned around in time to see a look of distress crossing his face. “You know Kevin in the next building? Really sexy muscle jock? Never wears a shirt apparently?”

I nodded. I’d seen Kevin shirtless a few times already this year, when I’d been visiting the other building for study sessions with the kid from my class who just happened to live on his floor. Kevin—damn, he was hot. The beast in my jeans, already awake from all this talk about him, throbbed a little at the visual memory.

“Well, he always has to have it better than anyone. I mean, shit, he’s got the best car, the biggest pecs, the tightest abs, the hottest friends. Best of everything. And that means he wants a fuck partner with more cock than anyone. And, jeez, I wanted him so bad. I’ve been getting crazy about him. Do you know he’s started going to some of his classes shirtless? I really, really needed him—”

So?” I broke in impatiently, trying to ignore my chubbing cock. Some part of my brain—the part connected to my cock—was making a mental note to try to add whatever class Kevin was going to shirtless.

“So—I knew I could only get him by appealing to his drive to always have more and better than anyone else. It wasn’t enough for me to have a big cock—there’s tons of monster cock on campus. I had to trump all that.” I opened my mouth to ask him about this, but he barreled on. “So—I told him I have two big cocks.”

“What!?” I said, beyond baffled now by the inexplicable workings of this kid’s twisted brain.

“And it worked. Now he’s, like obsessed with wanting to suck them. He just told me at the dining hall. He wants them right now.” He looked at me plaintively.

“Dude, why did you—?”

Joey was now talking really fast. “Look, I thought I could make it happen, okay? But I can’t make the suggest thing work on myself! It never occurred to me that I couldn’t—” (I was shaking my head—what the hell was he talking about?) “—and then I tried suggesting him, to get him to calm down, and I guess that didn’t work—I don’t know why, maybe I got too scared, or maybe he’s too fixated, or—so all I could think of was yours, and how easy you were to suggest. I mean, it’s perfect, I just had to make it so it comes off so I could borrow it, and that worked—”

“Joey, you’re babbling. You’re not making any sense. And even if I—if you—”

Joey wasn’t listening. His eyes were darting around as if his story were a little loose in his head. “—And, oh, and there was the other thing I had to, but—oh right! Right!” He swallowed quickly, and then went on, really fast and rapid-fire right at me: “Dude, I know this will work because you told me it’ll attach to anyone else, at least until it reverts back to you, his own cock growing to match it in size, and—”

I noticed his eyes glint again and that strange tone in his voice. I wasn’t sure of it before, but I was this time. And even though I didn’t know what it meant I was starting to get upset by these strange telltale signs of—of something. Joey was pushing me around somehow. I was getting riled up by his aggressiveness, and his desperation. I realized he was standing closer now—his hand was on my shoulder. I pushed it off, standing up to face him. “Joey, stop it! Just stop! There’s no way I’m doing that! Fuck, I only tried that once, and it felt so weird—!”

“There you are,” said a calm voice, and everything changed.

Joey whipped around and backed his slim form against my taller, more muscular bod. Instinctively, and without really realizing it, I took his shoulders in my hands as we stared agape at the vision, the god, leaning negligently against our doorframe, scratching a bare, hard-chiseled midriff that, thanks to the harsh overhead lighting, was barely visible in the shadows cast by his pecs. He was smiling warmly, as if we were all close friends and Joey and I had just come home from a long trip.

But while his smile included both of us, his eyes were fixed on Joey. “I came to collect what you offered,” Kevin said softly, his voice a medium-high baritone that nonetheless resonated deep into every cell in my body. It felt like my DNA was getting a hard-on. I pulled Joey a bit closer to me. I realized my monster dick had somehow managed to get completely and totally hard, standing almost straight up in my briefs, the base of the shaft pressed against Joey’s unexpectedly firm, round ass. From the soft panting I could hear I guessed Joey was in a similar state of instant super-arousal.

More than that I could feel Joey’s tension and anxiety. In my hormone-flooded brain the thought resurfaced that Joey couldn’t deliver on what Kevin wanted, and now that I was confronted with his situation face to face my heart unexpectedly went out to him. I somehow managed to find my voice. “Maybe he doesn’t want—” I started to say.

“Oh, he wants,” Kevin broke in. “In fact, he’s the one who pointed it out to me. Remember, Joey? When you stood in line behind me at orientation, and you were gushing about how I must turn everyone on and give all the guys instant boners? Remember?”

“Y-yes,” Joey said glumly. He sounded almost apologetic.

Kevin took a step into the room, getting more arousing even with the slight increase in proximity. “And you even, quite correctly, mentioned that I can have any guy I want.” He kept coming toward us, and my cock felt like it was trying to get as huge as he was attractive. Joey’s ass pressed hard against it.

Kevin was now inches away. My hands wanted to reach out for him, but I was almost a little frightened of how intoxicating he was and I wrapped them across Joey’s chest instead. Joey, with nothing to hold onto and in any case the object of Kevin’s arousal, was already reaching out to feel Kevin’s massive pecs with both hands.

“And you’re the guy I want, Deuce,” he said, as if claiming Joey had given him naming rights, too.

Joey was clearly wildly uncertain what to do. “B—but—” he objected feebly, even as he mauled Kevin’s oversized chest.

I felt like I had to do something. I had to stand up for Joey. Joey was pushing me around somehow, but this male deity had Joey in a corner. “Just—just give us a second,” I said abruptly, and Kevin flicked his deep brown eyes up to meet mine—and shit, my boner felt like it got a hard-on. I was surprised how husky my voice sounded. “One second, I promise, and then he’s all yours.”

Kevin grinned, the complacent grin of a guy who never doubted he’d get what he wanted. “You want to kiss him goodbye? Go ahead, man,” he said. “I’ll give you a couple minutes alone for a nice send-off. But remember: those,” he added, directing two-fingered gesture at Joey’s crotch while keeping his eyes on me, “are mine.” He tossed a quick air kiss at Joey and then headed casually back into the hallway, giving us a spectacular view of a tightly packed spherical muscle ass so awesome I hadn’t even been aware they could get that awesome, and left the room as promised. He even closed the door after him.

Joey wheeled to face me, still inside my arms. “What—?” he said, panicked. “I don’t—!”

“Relax.” I took a deep breath. “Take it.”

Joey’s eyes grew big. “Really?”

I smiled. “Really. Hurry up before I change my mind.” And he didn’t need to be told twice. I felt his hand reach for my jeans and fumble to open the button and the fly, and soon his cool hand was wrapped around my two-sizes-too-large superhard cock. I waited for the tug that would pull it off, but he paused, and stared into my eyes a second.

“You told me something else last week when you were really drunk,” he said, his eyes gazing deep into mine. “You said that if someone pulled your cock off when you were really, really boned—”

I was faintly panting myself now, and all I could see was his eyes.

“—it doesn’t revert, you grow a new one,” he breathed.

I stared at him, and then I nodded slowly. I remembered that sensation, the one time it happened. Somewhere, my one real, all the way high school fling, Ben Lee, had probably finally gotten used to having two big cocks, one of which used to me mine. And now, Joey would too.

I leaned forward almost imperceptibly and my mouth was covering his, and as we kissed he grasped my cock firmly and pulled, and it didn’t feel like he was pulling off my cock, it was like he was hauling a huge new cock right out of my nuts. I kissed him harder, my cock—my new cock that he’d yanked into existence—already huge and throbbing even as I felt him shove my old one into his own shorts. Then his hand was out of the way and he was grinding his own monster cock against mine—no! I realized with a thrill—he was grinding two monster cocks against mine.

There was a polite knock at the door. I separated us enough to look down. Two beautiful cocks were towering out of his jeans, exposing a full six inches of palm-thick bone-hard cock above a straining waistband damp from cockdrool. I grinned. “They look amazing on you,” I said softly, truthfully. My own cock, sticking straight up out of my briefs and truly glad to be unconstrained by my own open jeans, pumped at the amazing sight.

He looked up at me with a flood of gratitude visible in every muscle and movement. “Thank you,” he breathed.

“Just—take good care of them,” I whispered back.

The door was already opening. Joey turned back around, still inside my embrace. Kevin was there, and I not only sense in my huge thick boner the renewed exposure to Kevin’s mesmerizing beauty, but I could just almost feel Joey’s beasts getting even stiffer and in urgent need of attention—there was some kind of a link between Joey’s cocks and mine.

Kevin was right up against Joey now, but he spared an inquiring glance at me. Joey quickly said, staring straight into Kevin’s eyes, “You don’t mind if he stays and watches…”

It sounded like it could have been a question, but somehow, at some level, I knew it wasn’t.

 

Part 2

I was still holding Joey tightly against me, his back pressed hard to my swim-hardened torso, and I felt the giddy warmth of his arousal through our tee shirts. My oversized dick ached to rut against Joey’s ass through his soft jeans, but feeling the faint thrum of Joey’s rigid erections was somehow just as exciting as the rush I was getting in every cell of my body and every inch of my cock. My balls churned, feeling like they were sloshing with cum.

Kevin pushed close to us, a wicked smile twisting his luscious lips as his heavy, basketball-thick, steel-hard pecs mashed against my forearms where I held Joey across his chest. My fingers itched to stroke them, maul them like Joey had when Kevin had first come in, but I held my position, clinging to Joey’s warm, tight body. I was not ready to let him go yet.

Kevin flexed his pecs against my forearms, and I held back a moan. Fuck, this guy was like concentrated arousal in man form. Everything he did turned my crank. And from the little noises Joey was making in the back of his throat, and the twitching and flexing of his eager, desperate monster cocks, Joey was feeling it too.

Kevin’s blazing, heart-stopping, warm chocolate eyes met mine, and just looking into them this close, while we were all flushed and breathing rough and as hard as anvils, was like a long, lubricated yank on an about-to-cum cock. I saw fathomless lust there, and amusement, too, flickering around the edges. “You can—what was your name again?” I told him, and he continued, “You can keep holding him like that, Dex, if you want.” He added a wink, which I felt deep in my thick, cum-heavy balls. “He might need the support,” he added, letting his crooked grin stretch even wider.

“Just… be good to him,” I panted. I didn’t know this guy, but… fuck, with the effect he had on me, and Joey, and apparently every other guy he aimed his smile at, he could be a real douche.

His answer didn’t really clarify things. “Oh, I’ll be good to him,” he said, his tone one hundred percent smarm.

I expected him to drop to his knees then and there, given the intensity of his professed interest in what “Deuce” had to offer. Instead, Kevin lifted a long-fingered hand and, wrapping it around Joey’s flushed neck, pulled him in for a sloppy, passionate kiss. I watched in heart-pounding, dick-flexing fascination as Joey opened for him and Kevin plundered his mouth with his obviously talented tongue, eliciting a string of shiver-inducing moans. I wanted to touch Kevin, more than ever. My palms longed to stroke his thick, perfectly cut biceps, bunching and shifting as he held Joey’s neck. My fingers itched to card through Kevin’s dark, languid curls. But his pecs trapped my arms between his chest and Joey’s, and that was a pretty intense place to be, too.

Kevin let his tongue explore Joey’s mouth for a few more minutes, and then, to my complete surprise, he used his other hand to grab my neck and pull me forward for a deep, mind-spinning kiss across Joey’s narrow shoulder. I could just feel the faint rasp of incipient stubble as his jaw brushed against mine, and the thought of how sexy it could be to be making out with him when he had just a bit more of it made me kiss him even harder, much to his amusement. When he broke the kiss he stared hard into my eyes, his wicked grin back in full force. “Need to keep the roommate happy too,” he said smugly, wiggling his dark eyebrows. Then he instructed me to take Joey’s shirt off. “Yours, too,” he added, eyes glinting. He licked his swollen lips, and I had to hold back a surge toward monumental orgasm.

Swallowing, I lowered my hands to the hems of Joey’s charcoal-gray zombie Pikachu shirt and lifted it steadily upwards. Joey assisted by raising his arms up, and a moment later the shirt was off, exposing Joey’s pale, defined torso—and, I knew, his massive, leaking, faintly-still-connected-to-me cocks. I tossed the shirt on Joey’s bed, then quickly shucked my own shirt. As soon as I was done Joey backed up against me, pressing his shoulders and back firmly against my chest. I took the hint and, remembering Kevin had suggested he liked the idea, I wrapped my arms around Joey’s bare torso, holding his heated flesh close against mine. He pushed his butt hard against my groin, and my raging erection stabbed up his slightly sweat-damped back, painting his spine with lots and lots of pre.

Kevin looked us over appreciatively. In a rare sign of his own arousal he began idly caressing his massive left pec with his right hand. He lowered his eyes as he did so and stared at Joey’s quivering towers, then lifted them up to meet Joey’s. “I’m going to suck you so fucking good,” he promised.

Joey made another little back-of-the-throat noise.

Kevin chose this moment to finally sink to his knees, but still he only stared in veneration at the two wrist-thick, pre-slicked monsters standing, I knew, tall and proud from Joey’s soft jeans. “Oh, dude,” he croaked. “I don’t think I’m going to let you wear shirts ever again.”

I felt Joey’s breathing quicken, and tightened my hug. We were pressed together from the knees up, sharing our Kevin-stoked arousal with each other. “But…” Joey protested, “I won’t be able to hide them… people will see…”

Kevin looked up, eyes glinting fierce and bright. The wicked grin was back. “That’s the point, Deuce,” he said. He licked his lips again, and my heart skittered at the glimpse of his secret, well-trained tongue.

“Oh, well,” he said, as he held Kevin’s gaze. He was still breathing a little raggedly. “If you want…” he huffed. “I’m sure… no one will… mind…”

I had that weird sensation again where Joey’s words hung in the air, but I couldn’t focus on it because Kevin suddenly bent forward and dove on Joey’s left-hand cock, impaling his mouth on it so quickly and so completely it was like the rapid sheathing of a sword in its own special scabbard. Joey gasped loudly, and I gasped too, his sensations flooding through me. Not just the cock being sucked and swallowed, but the slide of his other dick against Kevin’s cheek, with just that tiny hint of rasp against the hypnotically alluring jock’s nascent stubble. I moaned loudly in concert with Joey, gripping him tightly against me as my aching, too-big cock thrust helplessly against his upper cheeks and back. I fell onto Joey’s salty neck, kissing and sucking, needing to do something to react to the flood of sensations I was feeling. My hands stroked Joey’s chest and shoulders where I held him close to me. Unh, what will it feel like when the three of us are actually fucking? I thought.

Now that he’d had fun with his initial shock attack, Kevin pulled back and began seriously fellating Joey’s left cock. I half expected him to close his eyes and concentrate on the dick in his mouth, but Kevin kept his eyes open and fixed on Joey’s, and Joey couldn’t look away. I didn’t know whether it was Kevin honestly keeping track of whether Joey was enjoying what Kevin was doing, or if Kevin just liked a good mind-fuck along with his cock-sucking, but it really didn’t matter because it was hot as hell.

Kevin kept his hands away for now, using them to free his own impressive, uncut cannon. Instead he used his mouth, lips, and especially his amazing tongue to pleasure Joey’s massive tool, shifting from mouthing the shaft to licking around the head to taking the whole thing slowly, relentlessly, all the way in and all the way out. My awareness of what Joey was feeling had been slowly edging upwards this whole time, and now it was almost like Kevin was sucking me and Joey both, like I was feeling every surge of reckless pleasure that Joey felt.

Kevin worked his magic on Joey’s left cock for a long, beautiful, unmeasured, timeless moment. Then, without warning, just as I thought Joey and I might be ready for Kevin to drive us straight into full, explosive release, he switched to the other one—and the sensation of Joey’s right cock, until now exposed and untouched, suddenly engulfed in Kevin’s hot, sucking mouth, ripped through us and pushed us right up close to the edge.

“Fuck!” Joey cried out, his head lolling back to slide against mine. Then he brought it forward again and stared down at Kevin, meeting those blazing eyes with his own. “Fuck, Kevin,” he huffed. “Fuck, dude, you’re amazing. You’re, fuck… you’re the best cocksucker ever…” Then he shuddered palpably in my embrace. “Oh, shit, I shouldn’t have said—oh, god. Oh god oh god oh god!!” he keened.

“Oh god, oh god!” I murmured helplessly with him. Whatever Kevin was doing with his mouth and lips and tongue, it was setting us ablaze with more pleasure than I could even handle. Lightning-strikes of blind exhilaration cracked through us, over and over again, smashing us into beings of raw, animal exaltation. I held Joey tight against me as if we were one being, feeling everything Kevin gave us.

“Joey…” I called out. “Kevin…!” Joey was calling out our names too, as if they were shooting up out of his mouth. Suddenly Joey and I were both cumming hard. Our bodies erupted with earth-shaking release as spunk rocketed messily from his cocks and mine, shards of pleasure smashing into every particle of both our bodies. Our backs arched and it felt like we were soaring, liberated from gravity and thought, as we came hard and again, harder, cumming and cumming and cumming. Kevin was eagerly, expertly swallowing down all the cum shooting from Joey’s right cock, then, suddenly, he switched again, engulfing Joey’s huge left cock as we shot release after release. Kevin didn’t even have to stroke himself. He just held his cannon-thick cock tight in his fist as he spurted load after load of his own. Jizz flew and arced around us like a goddamned public fountain.

That lasted for a really long time, and I wasn’t even sure exactly when it ended. All I knew was that at some point afterward Joey and I were trading messy, delirious kisses with a now-standing Kevin, all three of us wet with sweat and spunk. Kevin was embracing both us us, his hands caressing my shoulders as he kissed the fuck out of Joey, and it felt too amazing, the three of us together like this.

I was overwhelmed with how powerful that blow-job had been, and even as I soared in unparalleled afterglow I must have been worried about how good at this Kevin was, how much he turned us on, and how easy it would be for him to wrap us around his finger, because without really realizing it I was muttering my thoughts aloud. “Please don’t be a douche,” I murmured, semi-coherently. “Please don’t be a douche. Please don’t be—”

Kevin turned his kisses to me, and I foundered, swamped with sated lust and the need for more. I was still hard—and horny, somehow, and so was Joey. I was willing to bet Kevin was too—I though maybe it had been as good for him as it was for us. My mouth was occupied, so Joey mindlessly took up my mantra. “Don’t be a douche, don’t be a douche,” he mumbled into Kevin’s sweaty neck, drunk from our stellar, impossibly amazing orgasm.

Kevin broke his kiss with me and leaned back just enough to regard Joey with amusement. “I’m not,” he said.

Joey kept murmuring as he met Kevin’s eyes. “Don’t be a douche,” he muttered. “Don’t be—”

“I’m not,” Kevin insisted. His mischievous eyes were dancing, but his smile seemed genuine and sweet, though it still edged toward the wicked. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.” He cupped Joey’s cheek. “Fuck, dude, you’re so cute,” he said. “And your dicks—fucking delicious!”

Joey snorted a laugh. “Thanks,” he said, still sounding like he’d been downing pitchers all night. “I got ‘em for you!”

Kevin grinned brilliantly at him. “Is that right?”

“Yup!” Joey said proudly. He let his head fall back against my shoulder, exposing a well-marked throat thanks to my and Kevin’s attentions. “Dex helped,” he added, eyes closed.

“Yeah?” Kevin said indulgently. He turned those fierce, boner-making eyes on me again. Fuck, I wondered if it was even possible to be around him and not have a raging, urgent erection. I had a feeling Joey and I were about to find out.

“You’re pretty handsome, too,” he said teasingly, as if in mock concession. Then he added, “For a guy with one dick.”

I raked my eyes over his impressive body, his exposed cannon of a dick and all. “Back atcha,” I said, and gave him back one of his saucy winks.

Kevin laughed. Joey grinned at the sound and straightened up to stare at him happily, still snuggled into my embrace. “Fuck, guys,” he said, looking us over fondly. “I think I’ll keep both of you.” Then, because he wasn’t a douche, he added, “if you two are down with it,” flashing us both his winning smile.

“Fuck yeah,” Joey said, and I said the same, almost in unison.

Kevin stepped back and stroked his left pec as he drank us in. Yeah, he was still hard, too, that big, torpedo-thick, uncut cock standing straight up from his open fly and reaching to the side along the crease of his cum-soiled jeans. He was hard for us, I thought happily. He was stroking his massive chest in distracted admiration of our hotness, and that felt pretty fucking awesome.

Fuck, I’d never been so glad I’d lent someone my dick. Or—well, given it, I guess. Except… the way I could still feel both of Joey’s cocks, and, really, a lot of what Joey was feeling when he was turned on like this, made me think it was less like a gift than that I’d shared my junk with him, and he shared his with me.

“Damn, dudes,” Kevin said, and his voice was low and rough. He grabbed his left pec hard. He swallowed, then with a tilt of his head toward the door he said, “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up. I want to go someplace and… show you off.”

He flashed his crooked grin at us, then turned and headed for the door to our room, his tight ass pulling us into motion after it almost like we were attached with fucking fishing line or something. We stumbled after him, grinning and loopy, all of us wondering how soon it could be before we explored how much more pleasure we could give each other.

Part 3

I was still kind of in a daze as we passed out into the hall. It’s kind of shocking in retrospect that I even remembered to check I had my keys in my jeans pocket before closing our dorm door. A tribute to the force of habit. We started walking, Kevin in front of us, me and Joey a step behind with our hands tightly clasped, all three of us shirtless and so turned on it felt like sex was just pouring off of us.

As we walked I was staring in awe at Kevin’s firm, round, and generally amazing ass, which seemed to be getting groped by his snug, soft, dark-blue luxury-brand jeans like he’d bought them as much for their sentient appreciation of his sexy, sexy lower bod as their natural ability to show it off. Unlike his pecs, his glutes weren’t disproportionately huge, just so perfectly shaped they made you want to reach out and—

We slowed to a stop unexpectedly, and I looked up to see Vince and Dash, a couple of sophomores like me, good-looking enough in a loutish way. They’d just come out of their room a few doors down from me, dressed all in tawny yellow and black, and I knew from past experience that that was because the school football team was almost literally all they cared about. The schedule hadn’t started yet, though, and what ticked around in their empty skulls when the Cheetahs weren’t playing I had no idea. Fucking cheerleaders, probably. Then Joey squeezed my hand, and when I looked over I saw an expression of annoyed determination on his face. So, yeah, it looked like maybe razzing freshmen also filled in the time until the first games started up. I squeezed back, and when Joey glanced up at me and gave me a little half smile I added embarrassment and gratitude to the emotions visibly piling up in his head. Man, my flighty roommate—you could see everything on that cute, faintly freckled face of his. He was used to getting shit, and used to ignoring it.

Vince was standing in Kevin’s way, his messy ginger hair all askew like he’d never encountered the concept of a comb, and his darker, buzz-cut bro Dash was standing right behind him. I frowned slightly, though, because they weren’t making trouble—they were… they were ogling Kevin, drinking in his six-feet-even of exquisite, perfect, muscular beauty, his mighty, cannon-thick 8½-inch erection making a huge bulge in his pants, and especially, of course, hard, heavy, attention-dragging, totally mesmerizing basketball-sized pecs. Vince’s lighter skin was revealing a soft blush across his cheeks, and Dash’s huge eyes were full of lust. A few more dormmates had emerged from their rooms or happened on the scene from the stairwell, and all of their eyes were focused on Kevin, too, and on Vince and Dash staring at Kevin, like the audience at a gay-action-romance flick—brimming with anticipation, drinking in the sexual tension together and hoping it exploded into action.

Vince licked his lips and looked up, taking in Kevin’s chiseled, handsome face before meeting his warm-chocolate eyes. “I want to touch you so bad,” Vince admitted huskily. Dash just nodded, like they only needed one set of words between them.

I almost growled. Unconsciously Joey and I both stepped forward a bit, crowding Kevin’s broad, tapered back. Was I—were we going to have to watch Kevin get groped by these two cheeseballs, maybe even watch the three of them blow a load right here in the hallway? Kevin could get away with it—he was that mesmerizingly hot. Everyone with any kind of libido was flicked on the moment he showed up. Joey had said all the guys got hard for him, and I had felt that for myself in spades. One second I was worried about my upset roommate who’d been backed into a corner by this jock asshole, and then the jock asshole had shown up, smiling suavely, his riveting eyes drawing you in, his body the stuff of dreams, and—fuck, I got hard all over. My entire being got the biggest erection I’d ever had. Joey’s too—I’d felt his arousal now that were were sort of linked at the crotch. And it was only getting stronger. Seriously, Joey and I had just cum bucketloads back in the room, I was still feeling the tingles from both our orgasms all through me head to toe like tiny fireworks shows in my skin, and between us our three way-too-big dicks were shoving straight up out of our pants and panting for more. And now Kevin was going to grin and say something like, “Go ahead, bro,” and Joey and I would have to watch…

Then Kevin shook his head and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Sorry, guys,” he said. “I belong to them.” He twisted his head around to meet our eyes, letting us see his toothy, shit-eating grin before turning back. He added, “And I’m the luckiest fucker on campus.”

I cannot even tell you how hot that was. I looked over at Joey, both of us beaming, our hands gripping each other tight, and I saw and felt his mighty cocks pump out a whole lot of precum. Mine did too, but I was watching Joey’s in fascinating I kind of wanted to knell down and take one of them into mouth—I was filled with a need to taste one or both of Joey’s cocks and feel want that felt like. Maybe I’d get a chance, if Joey and Kevin let me.

When I looked back up I saw a yaoi-fanboy “awww” look in Dash’s eyes. I think he’d already progressed from wanting to see Vince make out with Kevin to yearning for a chance to watch Kevin, Joey, and me go at it. Vince, however, looked like he didn’t get it. “But… I’m so turned on,” he protested gruffly. “I gotta touch you.”

Joey was quivering, like he wanted to say something but was afraid to. But Dash had a hand on Vince’s shoulder and was guiding him out of the way so the three of us could pass. “C’mon, brah,” Dash said as we passed. “I’ll help you out.”

I couldn’t suppress a smirk as we moved down the hallway through the admiring crowd of nerds, stoners, random hunks, and overage Joes. We could still hear Vince and Dash talking as they headed back to their own room.

“Fine, just this once,” Vince said. “I am so fucking hard.”

“I know,” Dash said. “Me too.”

The last thing we heard as we got to the elevator was Vince saying, “I’m not sucking your big dick again, that was totally a—” Then the door closed, and the three of us burst out laughing. Kevin pressed the down button and turned to face us, grinning, and I leaned in and gave him a soft, sweet thank-you kiss. Well, do thank-you kisses usually have tongue? Mine do, anyway. There were murmurs of appreciation from the crowd of dormmate onlookers, but I was already getting used to sort of tuning them out.

When I pulled back from the kiss, Kevin looked surprised, but smug. “What was that for?” he asked.

I couldn’t tell him exactly what it meant that he’d publicly announced our just-the-three-of-us-ness like that, so I just said, “Not being a douche.”

Joey leaned up and mimicked my kiss, which Kevin clearly didn’t mind at all. When they separated, though, he gave us both a look that was both amused and reproving. “I told you guys I’d take care of you,” he said, like it shouldn’t have even been a question. There was something in his eyes, like, he knew he had a rep he wasn’t always proud of, but we should still know better. He brushed his fingers lightly through Joey’s shortish dark-blond hair, his expression shifting back to smug indulgence as Joey preened subtly under his touch.

“Thanks anyway,” Joey said, gratitude just washing off him in waves along with his nonstop arousal. He put his free hand around Kevin’s waist, and I did the same, twining my pinkie with Joey’s thumb as we pressed our hands to the warm flesh of Kevin’s lower back. We waited for the elevator just sort of grinning at each other, happy, shirtless, achingly hard, and kind of wanting get up to the same kind of trouble Vince and Dash no doubt were at that very moment in the privacy of their dorm room.

With Joey in my life I’d been kind of unconsciously wondering what it might be like to have a boyfriend, and now, suddenly, I had two: cute, irrepressible Joey and incomparable, true-blue Kevin. It felt good, and not just because I got to be so close with Kevin, who turned me on at a level of saturation and intensity I’d never have imagined was possible, and Joey, who unceasingly shared his redline arousal and his powerful undertow of wild attract for both of us through an erotic genital bond I’d never fully experienced before. I didn’t doubt my feelings at all… which, make no mistake, I fully realized was more than strange given how steady and level-headed I normally was and how incredibly fast things were going. But it wasn’t a whiplash swerve—it was more like… like passing through a doorway into someplace warm and welcoming where you knew you belonged. I was filled with appreciation for every sensation and emotion pouring through me. Flash review of threesomeness so far with these two: five stars AAAAA+, would recommend.

The elevator dinged and the car doors opened up. We stepped in, Joey and I letting go of each other’s hands so we could move in side by side. I thought about that “entering a room” analogy as the elevator doors rumbled closed again. What lay beyond that doorway for us three I didn’t know, but I had to admit I was kind of nervously excited to find out.


We walked across the sprawling, leafy campus together, Kevin ahead again and the two of us hand in hand just behind him, enjoying a gentle, fresh breeze wafting through the warm early evening air. Lots of students and other campus folk were milling around, heading this way and that, and I wasn’t sure what was more interesting to watch: the reactions Kevin was getting with his super-magnetic universal attractiveness, or the ones Joey and I weren’t getting with our big erections shoving straight up out of our pants and past our navels like they were straining to spurt precum on our nips or something. Joey was right—no one minded that he was walking around with no shirt to cover up the two giant, incredibly boned dicks he was sporting. I felt a little bad for him—after all, it was thanks to my cock being so huge (on account of having been pulled off a few times more than I probably should have, given I knew it was a little bigger every time it reverted to my crotch), and the whole joining of my dick to him making his grow to match my size, that explained his having to walk around with dicks that were way too big. Even Kevin, who was impressively hung, especially in terns of girth, was no match for us. He, at least, could still keep it in his pants. (That Joey’s pricks were so rigidly, unassailably boned was Kevin’s fault, but that was another matter.) But I couldn’t feel too guilty, because Joey loved having them—and no one seemed to care that this very cute, nicely slim-but-defined freshman was walking around campus with a pair of towering, fat, wet-tipped erections. My own exposed and equally oversized boner was getting even less notice.

A great deal of this, of course, could surely be chalked up to Kevin sucking up all the attention around him—which, needless to say, I was more than happy to let him do. The effect he had was powerful and kind of funny. I saw at least four guys catch sight of him and immediate shove their hands in their pants to straighten out suddenly stiffening dicks. A few guys even followed us a ways, wanting to keep Kevin in view and drunk up as much of him as they could before they reluctantly peeled off back toward where they actually needed to be. Guys drew together as we passed into groups of two or three, finding some way to touch as they gaped at him passing by. I spotted one of my instructors from last year, a young adjunct with a constant, carefully trimmed two-day beard who always wore rugby gear when he wasn’t actually teaching, freeze in his tracks and instantly grab his crotch hard, like he was trying to stop himself from cumming clamping his fist around the base of his sudden erection. He quickly did an about face and headed back into the science building he’d just walked out of. I watched him go, surprised and curious. He must really need to get laid if seeing Kevin strolling past not only boned him up but threw him straight into incipient climax. Not that I could blame him. Memories of seeing Kevin for the first time washed through me, followed close on their heels by just what Kevin’s blow job had felt as fully shared with me via my cock-bond with Joey… and suddenly I was feeling flushed and damn close to the edge myself.

Kevin’s phone buzzed, and he pulled it out and answered cheerily. After exchanging a few words with whoever it was he turned around to face us, walking backwards with his phone to his ear. I took in the huge, heavy pecs jutting out from his chest as if for the first time, and my amped-up arousal was, I could feel, mirrored by Joey’s reaction. I’d say I wanted to be alone somewhere with him, but honestly I was ready to close the space between us and help Joey ravish him right here in the middle of the quad.

Kevin winked at us, knowing exactly how he affected us—the bastard. “You guys like fajitas?” he asked.

Kevin’s chest filled my vision, whiting out all capacity for interpreting speech. I blinked and snapped my eyes up to meet his—which, of course, were full of amusement. “Huh?” I said.

“Fajitas,” Kevin said, looking between us with a smile. He was still walking backwards—we were on the widest of the main campus footpaths and it was a straight shot behind him, so he wasn’t in much danger, but it still made him seem appealingly reckless. “By the pound? From Maria’s?” he continued, naming the popular off-campus Tex-Mex place. He focused on me. “Beef? Chicken? Veg? You like?”

“Definitely,” I said, only belatedly checking my brain archives to confirm that, yes, I did like fajitas, and wasn’t just taking anything he offered. Actually I was pretty hungry, but I’d sort of been pushing aside all sensations that weren’t to do with Kevin and my unslakable thirst for him.

Kevin raised his eyebrows. Oh—what did I want. “Uh, chicken,” I said. We both looked at my roommate.

Joey swallowed. He was still looking at Kevin’s chest. “Beef,” Joey said dreamily. I almost laughed, and then Joey seemed to come to his senses and blushed a little, looking up at me with that crooked half-grin I was already getting used to after barely knowing him a couple of weeks.

Hugely entertained by our antics, Kevin turned and resumed walking properly, or perhaps sauntering would be a better word. Joey and I now got to watch the movement of his broad, nicely muscled back and the shifting bulk of his left triceps as he held the phone to his ear. After a moment, though, I let my gaze drift down past his perfect butt to his long, well-formed soccer-star legs in the snug, soft-new-jeans casings. I didn’t want them to feel slighted by our constant and fulsome appreciation for Kevin’s awesome upper body and amazing ass.

I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen his feet, and abruptly I wanted to. Would they be as sexy as the rest of him? I’d seen Joey’s bare feet, naturally—for a 5’9” fit-but-skinny type they were actually kind of unexpectedly large, maybe a good size bigger than mine despite the four inches I had on him height-wise. Kevin was an inch shorter than I was, but his expensive-looking brown-leather Chelsea boots seemed decent-sized at least. I made a mental note to pull them off him at the next opportunity and discover the truth.

“Yeah, pile on two more beefs and a chicken, and extra rice and beans,” he was saying whoever he was talking to. “We’re headed over now.” He chuckled. “You’ll see.” He hung up and pocketed the phone.

“Where are we headed?” Joey asked. I felt a little foolish for not asking sooner, but really I didn’t care much.

“My place,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at him with a grin. “I told my housemates I was coming to get you, and they decided to throw a little welcome-to-Kevin’s-world dinner.”

Joey glanced up at me, but before he could say anything, Kevin turned around and stopped, right there in the middle of the quad. Staring students trailed by on other side, a few staying to watch, but we ignored them.

Kevin put a hand on my shoulder and another on Joey’s. He looked at me and said, “Don’t worry, the shindig is for you, too, Dex—they just don’t know it yet. I think they’re going to be plenty jealous I got two such sexy guys, honestly.” It sounded cocky, but he looked uncharacteristically vulnerable as he looked between us, catching our eyes. I nodded to show I understood. His lips curled. “Remember,” he said, his eyes sinking deep into ours as he looked between us, “I belong to both of you.”

It was the second time he put it that way, and I was starting to believe he meant it. Helplessly I moved in for a kiss, just as Joey pushed up and did the same, so that we ended up sharing a very hot three-way make-out session. We shifted closer so that we were holding each other tight, our chests and hips pressed hard against each other as our arms enfolded our bare, arousal-warmed torsos. I heard a bit of moaning, and I wasn’t sure if it was me, or Joey, or the pair of tank-topped muscle hunks that had stopped just a few feet away to stare at us in awe.

Joey broke away first, though we stayed in our embrace. “If I don’t stop kissing you guys right now,” he said, looking away, “I’m going to blow my loads right here next to the statue of…” He frowned, reading the inscribed lettering on the base. “…Scipio Africanus.”

Kevin and I chucked. We looked up at the chiseled features of the handsome, bald, broad-shouldered Roman hero. “I think he’d enjoy the show,” I said consideringly.

Then Joey looked between us with a serious expression only slightly belied by his bruised lips and the crazy-hard dicks nuzzling his pre-smeared abdomen. “We belong to each other,” he said. He seemed to want to clarify Kevin’s “belong to you” line, like it was something important to get straight between us, so to speak. “We belong to each other,” he repeated, his voice taking on that weird weight that meant—something. “We take care of each other.”

I nodded, and Kevin grinned. “Absolutely,” Kevin agreed.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said, which I realized as I said it, was exactly true. Sometimes my frantic roomie had a moment, I was discovering, and I liked this part of him, too, as much as the rest. I liked him—them—a whole lot. More than liked, maybe. They were my guys.

Joey kissed us both, me first. It was a quick kiss of—gratitude? The look he gave me, it was almost like he thought it was down to me that we got to have all this. I didn’t know about that. I felt like it was Joey that brought us together—I just left him borrow my cock. He leaned up and whispered in my ear, on the side away from Kevin, like it was just for me. “You’re such a great kisser,” he whispered. My head was swimming. I felt a little giddy at having Joey and Kevin like this. How had my life changed so much in just one afternoon?

Joey then turned in our close three-way hug and kissed Kevin. He whispered something in his ear too, on the far side from me, and I was incredibly curious what it was. I’d have to ask Kevin later.

Grinning, Kevin pulled us apart and then gripped our shoulders. “Come on,” he said. “Fajitas and friends await.” He turned and started walking again, us following, and I tried not to think about what kind of friends a guy so driven to outdo everyone would have, or what they would think of us, as the two tank-topped hunks who’d stopped to watch applauded and wolf-whistled behind us.

Part 4

Kevin apparently lived in a very nice but otherwise ordinary bungalow-style house in the quiet, tree-lined residential neighborhood two blocks from campus, with a few cars ranging from sexy and unaffordable to rusty jalopies in the driveway and parked on the street out front, along with a couple of scooters and bicycles leaning against the side of the porch. I was a little surprised—the neighborhood looked more like where young professors might live, like the ex-instructor we’d inadvertently given a sudden emergency to a few minutes ago back in campus. But then Kevin, though he was a jock with lots of friends, wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to have wild keggers that kept up the neighborhood. That would be Vince and Dash’s speed, maybe, but Kevin liked to have the best, and I was guessing that meant his friends, and his parties, were of a higher caliber.

Inside, the house was packed with the hottest guys I had ever seen, Kevin excluded. Most everyone was in a big, high-ceilinged main room large enough to hold three of my dorm rooms, kitted out with simple but well-made sofas, chairs, and other basic furnishings. The music was low and the conversations laughing but subdued, so my attention was free to focus on the guys. It was like a casting call for a sexy college-set drama where they were all fitness models by day and vigilante ninjas by night—and they were being infiltrated by a squad of young ex-gymnast cops hand-picked for extreme attractiveness, poise, and sexual prowess. Kevin really did draw the best to him, including the best-looking studs ever assembled in one place. They were of every color and ethnicity, from thick to thin, gorilla-hirsute to hairless, heavyweight to bantam, long hair to buzzed, all united in their uncanny hotness. Every one of them was straining their shirts—those who were wearing shirts—with broad, bulging shoulders, heavy, protruding pecs, and thick, sculpted arms; the topless ones showed all that plus hard-carved abs that honestly betrayed real dedication to the cultivation of beauty. Guys with glasses, a guy with a spiffy fedora, a brick-red blazer, extra-long sideburns.

Most arresting of all, the tight trousers, jeans, and cargo shorts arrayed around us all betrayed prominent bulges, and once Kevin was in the house—though they were diligently trying to be chill and easygoing and not stare like the rest of humanity, as if they weren’t being affected at the quantum level by Kevin’s presence—we could actually watch as impressive erections washed through the place like a wave, several of them requiring manual adjustment to attain their full size and rigidity. The relaxed mood in the room upshifted instantly to include an underlying buzz of heightened sexual awareness and need. Guys moved toward each other all around us, conversations became more intimate, Olympic-swimmer-level arms were stroked as though that was just how you talked to someone at a gathering like this. Most guys were just talking and laughing; a few had small water or juice bottles, so I guessed there was a cooler or a fridge somewhere stocked with such. There was not a single Solo cup in sight.

“Fuck,” I murmured to Joey as we moved through the crowd of extreme hunks, hand in hand and a couple steps behind our guy. I was marveling at the crazy attractiveness of everyone here and, in particular, the off-the-charts phallic accomplishment in the room, now, thanks to Kevin’s arrival, obscenely manifested as unusually thick, fabric-straining tubes and, for the few guys without shirts, the occasional protruding cockhead shoving past a waistline. They didn’t have anything on our stupidly big 13-inchers, admittedly, but the bottom line was that this group was clearly the cream of the campus crop in effortless beauty, hard-won aesthetic muscle, and thick, massive cock size. The air crackled with arousal and a mutual, downright insistent love of idealized male pulchritude and, most especially, extremely hard, mouthwatering, extra-large cock.

I remembered Joey mentioning there was a lot of “monster cock” on campus, and clearly, I mused, the top tier of it must clearly have gravitated toward Kevin. “What do you reckon the minimum cock size in this room is?” I joked.

“At least ten inches,” Joey said reverently. This time, thanks to there being extra ambient noise from the stereo churning out low-volume techno and the various conversations burbling over it in the room I almost didn’t catch it, but I was pretty sure his voice had that weird edge again that made it seem to hang in the air for just a sliver of a moment. I glanced down at him, wondering what it was I was picking up on, but he was surveying all the hot men and their massive, rigid Kevin-boners and didn’t notice my look.

I shrugged mentally as we passed through a knot of laughing, shirtless skater types with pants-erupting cocks not far short of ours and caught up with Kevin… who was currently giving a bear-hug to a man who had to be, and I was willing to bet any amount of money on this, the hottest, hunkiest Korean guy that had ever existed. We approached, staring, as Kevin and this guy released each other. He was Kevin’s height and almost as big (though not in the pecs), and, though he was definitely wearing a shirt, he almost might as well not have been. The soft, body-hugging baby-blue sweater he had on not only looked amazing on him against his dark-tan skin, but, as we saw when they broke apart and Kevin turned to face us, his arm around his friend’s back, that damn sweater managed to highlight and caress every curve, bulge, and plane of his long, prize-worthy torso. His dark trousers did the same for his strong, well-shaped, and equally long legs and probably his ass, though I’d have to confirm that later—and it definitely showed off what had to be a fat, twelve-inch, unstoppable boner pushing toward his left hip under the dark, thick fabric. His midnight hair was spiky in a way that seemed more chaotically natural than gelled and shaped, his eyebrows were dark, and his knife-cut jawline dark with stubble.

Then he smiled at me, and honestly if I hadn’t had Kevin and Joey lodged deep in my heart I would have been a fucking goner. I wasn’t alone, either. A few other guys, almost as hot as Kevin and his friend, hung around behind them, a couple with their hands cupping the outlines of their considerable hard-ons, and more of the guys were pulling close around us as we newcomers converged on Kevin and his friend.

“This is my best bud Jonghyun,” Kevin told us proudly. “Goes by Jay. Jay, everyone,” he added, lifting his voice slightly so everyone in the tightening group around us could hear, “this is Joey—don’t treat him too badly just because he had more cock than any two of you put together!—” (This was greeted with groans, boos, catcalls, and cheers of approval from the crowd. Joey, of course, blushed, and his cocks flexed and beaded a bit of clear fluid at the slit as he visibly pushed himself back from the edge.) “—and Dex, who, I am here to tell you, is easily the best kisser I have ever met, and that includes all of you losers!” More cheers at that, and shouted offers and demands to test this claim for themselves. Okay, my turn to blush. Why did he say that? Was I really—what he said, that couldn’t be true, could it?

Jay laughed and extended a hand my way, still smiling that heart-stopping, dimpled smile. Automatically I released Joey’s hand to take his. His grip was strong and welcoming. I was suddenly overwhelmed. “Please don’t tell me you’re in love with Kevin,” I blurted out, “because I don’t think I could compete.”

Jay laughed, and so did some of the guys in the crowd. “Don’t worry,” he said teasingly as he let go of my hand and took Joey’s. “I only mess around with guys that are more hung than I am.” He inclined his head toward Kevin, clearly suggesting his buddy had lost out on that score—an implication their ungodly erection-bulges seemed to confirm, at least when it came to length if not girth. The crowd responded with scandalized ooos and snarky asides like they were a studio audience for a lowbrow chat show. Kevin rolled his eyes and grinned at me—he knew that I knew just how big his cannon was.

Jay’s easy demeanor and Kevin’s smug smile felt weirdly like home. In fact the warmth of all the brilliantly hot and very aroused men around Joey and me now seemed like the safest place I’d ever been, and when somebody touched my bare back, laying his fingers and the flat of his palm gently along the space between my shoulder blades, I felt included for the first time, though I still wasn’t sure I belonged. Someone else rested a hand on my shoulder, caressing the side of my deltoid with a lazy thumb. Joey was getting the same treatment I was, but I slid my arm tight around Joey’s bare shoulders, reassuring him his main connection would always be with me. He drew his arm around my waist gratefully, relaxing and pressing against me, his towering arousal coming through our cock-bond nearly a match for my own overpowering need.

Joey seemed even more impressed by Jay than I was, which was making him a little flustered as they shook hands. “That’s probably because everyone who kisses you ends up with a way bigger dick just from how impossibly hot you are,” he said, chuckling nervously. The room seemed to pause, calmly, for just a fraction of a second. Then Joey literally paled, letting go and yanking his hand back. “I didn’t mean to say that!” he sputtered, backpedaling. “And, um, it only happens once, and it’s only, like, a few inches,” he added, red-faced. I gaped at him. What the hell was he babbling about?

“It’s not just a few inches,” Kevin said knowledgeably. The chattering and chuckling all around us seemed like a reaction to the idea of all Jay’s conquests getting big cocks rather than to the awkward moment Joey had just had. “It’s more like fifty percent,” Kevin continued, rubbing the backs of his fingers nonchalantly against his left basketball pec, “though I suppose that’s ‘just a few inches’ for some people.” There were a few chuckles at that and hoots. I glanced down and drank in at Kevin’s massively thick, abnormally huge cock, which, like our cocks, had been protruding several inches from his pants all night. Now, though, I was seeing it in a new light. Had that fantasy-sized prick actually been grown by a kiss? At least that would explain how Kevin’s schlong was almost as big as ours were. Mine was too big because it got bumped up a size when it reverted after being pulled off, and Joey’s were big because they matched mine—both conditions that were unique to us. But Kevin’s stone-hard tower of cock was oversized for a wholly new reason… one that had nothing to do with my gift/curse/cursed-gift at all.

“It’s not fifty percent,” Joey insisted, stuck on quantities for some reason. But as he spoke his eyes, too, drifted down to Kevin’s towering tool, predictably distracting him. “It’s gotta be… um, forty percent tops,” he finished awkwardly.

Kevin shrugged. “Kevin likes to round up,” Jay said with an indulgent smile for his friend. His eyes drifted around to the happy, horny crowd, a little awed at the results of his handiwork.

I took my own look around at the Adonis brigade gathered around us. Most of the hunks were shirtless, and more than a few had cocks on display that were bigger than Kevin’s, bigger even than mine and Joey’s. Jay must have been pretty free with his kisses, not that I could imagine anyone easily resisting. Or maybe kissing Jay was like an informal initiation into Kevin’s inner circle. The evidence was certainly compelling that most of Kevin’s closest friends had some extra help in the cock department. Some had immense erections that were so tall they were nuzzling their pec cleavage, like they’d been hugely hung even before Jay had gifted them with half again as much cock—though several were hard to gauge thanks to things like a kink that caused one giant cock-pillar to quirk abruptly to the left halfway up, or a scimitar-live curve in another as it erupted from high-class trousers, like it had developed a fascination with its owner’s clearly defined intercostals. All of the cocks I could see, either exposed or bulging behind the poor cover of shirts, were more than big… like, seriously twice as big as I was used to seeing, or more.

No wonder Joey had decided that borrowing my cock, so he’d have two, was the only way to impress Kevin.

“How did you know, anyway?” Jay asked Joey curiously. He turned to look at Kevin and cocked an eyebrow at him. “I guess you told them, right?” The guy didn’t seem upset, but I broke in anyway before Kevin could answer.

“Actually I think Joey’s a little psychic,” I said slowly. I smiled down at Joey, but amusingly he was still distracted by Kavin’s beautiful tool. “He’s mentioned stuff about me he claimed I told him when I was drunk,” I explained to Jay and Kevin, “but I think he just knows stuff. At least… if it’s about cock,” I added playfully, glancing down at him again and squeezing him where I held him around the shoulders. I know it sounded like a little dig, but the fact was, so far there had been a lot of stuff about dick. Especially in the stuff he’d guessed about me. I’d have to test my theorem sometime, just to be sure. Meanwhile there was general amusement from the crowd at the idea of a guy who was only psychic when it came to wangs, and, hell, it was kind of funny. Kevin and Jay were nodding, interested and curious. Kevin had a glint in his eyes, like I wasn’t the only one making plans to explore Joey’s hypothetical supernatural abilities later.

Joey was still gawking at Kevin’s magnificent footlong colossus, shaking his head slightly. “I didn’t mean to say it,” he muttered, sounding aghast and slightly dazed. The whole idea of what Jay could do turned him on a lot, though, I could tell, and he was already way turned on. We both were.

Seriously, Joey and I needed to cum soon. I felt like I’d been edging myself for hours—and I hadn’t even touched my rigid, hot quivering prick since Joey started this whole thing. Being here, in this room, with the hottest men ever, was making it worse. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my vision seemed a little distorted, increasingly only wanting to show me achingly handsome faces and kissable lips and gropable muscles and hard, suckable dicks out of everything around me. I wasn’t going to make it much longer, and I was pretty certain Joey was in exactly the boat. We needed it bad. Maybe we’d get Kevin alone somewhere and away from his adoring friends if we tried hard enough, but honestly the “alone” part was quickly become the least mission-critical component of our need to blast mind-blowing colossal orgasms so powerful they’d probably paint the ceiling, as soon as humanly possible.

“You should do Dex and Joey!” someone said suddenly.

I gaped. Jay shared a look with Kevin. Kevin’s expression quickly turned wicked. A murmur of excited agreement and encouragement went through the crowd, which was packed increasingly closely around us. The low background techno music seemed to approve, just then kicking into a new song with a faster, driving tempo.

“We’re—we’re both kinda big already,” Joey protested weakly, his gold-tinged hazel eyes round with shock as he looked up at Jay.

Jay smiled his heart-melting smile, taking a step toward him. He really was… fuck, he was impossibly hot, like Joey said. As sexually compelling as Kevin, though because we didn’t know him it didn’t having the same personal feel as Kevin’s own irresistible allure.

“Ah, but…” Joey said, clearly having had a thought that might appeal to Joey. He cupped Joey’s cheek and nodded down at Joey’s towering, Dex-sized erections. “Right now, when Kevin blows you, one of them is just going to waste,” he said. “What if…” He drew his thumb along Joey’s lips. “…your cocks were so tall, another mouth came in range to help out?”

“Oh, Jeez,” I swore, shuddering as another flood of warm, insistent pleasure washed through me just at the thought I might see that very scenario play out, hopefully soon.

“You have to do it,” broke in a beautiful dark-skinned South Asian dude standing right behind Joey with his well-muscled arm around his pale back, just under mine. Joey turned and looked over his shoulder to see a gargantuan, palm-wide, uncut erection erupting straight up out of his cargo shorts and rising all the way up to the lower third of his thick, square, sparsely haired pecs.

“Holy cow,” Joey whispered, goggling at it. I wasn’t sure my breathing was working properly.

Then I blinked at him—I felt like recognized him from somewhere. Then I remembered he’d been in one of my classes last semester. He’s come into class totally boned up a few times, no doubt having just come from hanging with Kevin and Jay, and I’d had a really tough time taking my eyes off his sternum-kissing boner even when he pretended he could hide it under a loose tee shirt. Aarav, I think his name was. By the end of the course we were edging into summer, and he wasn’t even bothering with the shirt.

“It’s so awesome,” Aarav said to Joey, his eyes lit up with enthused appreciation for his chest-high endowment. “I can’t even tell you.”

Jay’s hand had slid down to the side of Joey’s neck when he turned his head, and now his long fingers were snaking around to Joey’s nape. He really was almost unbearably good-looking, like Joey had said. When I’d come in I was sure all of these sweet, friendly, deliriously handsome, deliciously muscled, unnaturally hung and iron-hard guys were here because they were drawn to Kevin and wanted to be close to him, but I was starting to think Kevin and all of the rest of these guys were like planets being forced into orbit around Jay through the sheer force of Jay’s gravitational pull. Even Kevin, standing close behind Jay, was spitting spurts of precum out of his towering cannon as Jay interacted with my double-cocked roomie, and a lot of the guys were doing likewise. At the same time, though, our alpha-male threesome-partner seemed relaxed, like not being the total center of attention in this crowd was totally cool with him. Maybe it was a relief.

Jay glanced at the happily giant-cocked South Asian guy over Joey’s shoulder, then shifted his twinkling dark eyes back to Joey’s. “A testimonial,” Jay said, wiggling his eyebrows, as his hand caressing the back of Joey’s neck. “So… what do you say? It’s your call.”

Joey actually gulped audibly. I wanted to laugh. The crowd was murmuring around us. Joey looked up at me with his eyes, not even turning his head away from Jay. I shrugged and shook my head helplessly. It wasn’t that I had no advice for him, so much as I didn’t quite trust my urge to tell him to dive in with both feet, to grab it and get double helpings if he could. All I could think and all I could see was cock and masculine beauty. And cock.

Joey met Jay’s dark, riveting eyes. He let out a slow breath and nodded once.

“Bring him into the middle,” Kevin said immediately. I soon saw why: as Joey took a step forward, out of my embrace, our chest-high friend’s, and that for two or three other grinning, shirtless specimens of muscular beauty and navel-surpassing cock-towers, Kevin slipped in behind him, pressing himself close so that his oversized chest was pushing against Joey’s shoulders, and his equally unnaturally big erection was mashed against his vertebrae. Lucky-ass spine, I thought enviously.

Suddenly I was seeing Kevin pushing his extra-thick, footlong blunt right into Joey’s tight-looking ass overlaid on the already mind-blowing scene before me, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut and think of ugly politicians to stave off an instant, life-changing orgasm. Whether Joey even take Kevin I didn’t know, but I was sure Joey would find a way, and I fucking needed to see that happen.

When I looked again Joey was being pressed between Kevin and Jay. Jay’s hand was still around Joey’s neck, and the other was caressing his cheek. Some of the guys around me were shamelessly stroking the boners they had shoving right up out of their jeans, slacks, and cargo shorts, their eyes riveted on the show. Aarav was actually hunching down to mouth his wide, uncut cockhead as he stroked his lower shaft with both hands, his eyes fixed on Joey, Kevin, and Jay. Shit, he was going to blow right into his mouth.

“Fuck yeah!” one of the guys stroking said—a frizzy-blond square-jawed jock I thought I recognized from news coverage of the school football team. He was using one burly hand on himself and the other to help the tall, adorkable, even bigger-hung geek-hunk leaning into him.

“Grow him!” another dark-skinned guy urged. He was double-stroking a gently curved, rock-hard dick that looked almost as big as Aarav’s. There were similar murmurs from elsewhere in the crowd. I wondered if most of the guys here had already watched Jay cock-boosting their buddies, and were hungry to see it again. The guys immediately behind me were breathing hard as they stroked my torso, shoulders, and arms and rubbed themselves at the same time.

Joey was close. I could sense it. He was totally riding the edge, as much from Kevin pushing his wildly huge chest and groin against him from behind as from the prospect of what was about to happen.

Then Jay bent and kissed him, firm and strong. Joey opened instantly for him, and… fuck, I felt it. Joey’s cocks stretched as he and Jay deepened the kiss, like they’d finally been liberated from some weird restraint holding back their size and were new reaching eagerly for the stars, and I could feel the whole thing like it was happening to me. The noise of the crowd grew, as moans and cheers of “Fuck yeah” filled the room. Kevin was muttering urgently in Joey’s ear from behind as he pressed Joey between himself and the godly Korean cock-growing stud. His volume increased slightly as the intensity of the kiss devolved even further, and to my amazement I realized that the mantra Kevin was murmuring to Joey was an insistent “Don’t cum yet… don’t cum yet… don’t cum yet!”

Jay and Joey separated, Joey almost melting against Kevin. “Don’t cum yet,” Kevin told him. I didn’t know how Joey could obey—just from feeling what was happening to him second hand I was two seconds away from blowing the most massive wad ever. But then Kevin turned his piercing eyes to me and commanded, “Don’t cum yet!”

My eyes went wide. My flesh was fire, I was filled with jizz, my arousal was stratospheric. I whimpered.

Kevin and Jay met the eyes of the guys behind me, and I felt myself pushed forward. Abruptly I was in the middle. Me, Dex, the guy who was just regular handsome with a nice bod I took care of and, yeah, a cock that I’d been thinking before today was ridiculously big. Me, the only ordinary guy left in the room. Before I even had time to think, Jay turned Joey around and pressed him into me. With my diminished capacity thanks to a brain soaked in hormones I could hardly take in what I was seeing and feeling: Joey’s monster cocks were gargantuan now, thicker than before and shoving straight up and rock hard all the way to the middle of his precum-slicked chest. Kevin was behind me as he’d been for Joey. There for me, for us, his pecs pressed firmly into my shoulder blades, his cannon riding the crease above my cheeks. And there, in front of me, Joey’s boyish, charming, lovable face. Those hazel-gold eyes smiled into mine, happiness seeding through me from being pressed between Joey and Kevin. I couldn’t take much more. “Oh god… oh god… ohgodohgod…” I murmured, shivering. Kevin was right, though—we should cum together. Together.

“Do you want it?”

I looked up to see the ravishing, impossibly beautiful Jay leaning over Joey’s shoulder with that toe-curling smile. I didn’t even think. I nodded.

Joey was telling me something. “It’ll work more on you,” he was saying, I think, or “It’ll work extra on you.” Something like that, I don’t know. Honestly, I couldn’t really hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears as I bent my mouth toward Jay’s. Then we were kissing, like the film had jumped and we had already been doing it for ages, just kissing each other passionately over Joey’s shoulder while Joey and Kevin both went to town on my neck from both sides… and I could feel it growing, and growing, and it hadn’t stopped growing and we were still kissing when I finally, finally, let my orgasm loose and exploded with enormous jets of hot, high-pressure spunk. And Joey came and exactly the same moment, and Kevin did too, like we were all having the same orgasm times ten, times a thousand, and the kiss was still happening and my cock was still swelling and growing as I came and came and came. It wasn’t until I was feeling the latest geyser of cum splashing hard against the underneath of my jaw that my capsized brain cells finally started righting themselves and rebooting one by one, and I pulled back from Jay slowly, turning our mack into a lingering, gentle kiss until we finally separated, and I swam standing there, sensibilities listing crazily, and I struggled to understand everything I was seeing and feeling.

Jay stepped back into a blur, his indistinct mouth hanging open in stunned appreciation, and I realized that I was holding Joey tight, and Joey and Kevin were both holding me, and we were covered in ludicrous quantities of cum—front and back in my case. My chest was heaving. I still felt hot, but lightheaded and surpassingly euphoric.

“I gotta see this properly,” Kevin said to himself. He slipped around to my left side, and we naturally fell into our threesome embrace. I just wanted to kiss them and hold them and enjoy being part of this thing we had between us, but Kevin’s and Joey’s eyes were somewhat distractedly fixed on something somewhere around my Adam’s apple.

“What?” I asked them, confused.

They didn’t answer with words. They just leaned forward and stretched out their tongues. I thought they were aiming for my upper chest, but their warm tongues both confusingly hit super-sensitive cockflesh. As I was trying to process that, they started licking up, and up, and up, sending waves of almost unbearable pleasure through me.

They didn’t get to my cockhead, and I was even more confused, unable to make sense of anything while I was still drifting through the aftereffects of the biggest orgasm ever. Then they still didn’t reach my cockhead, and I was getting alarmed. Then they finally got my cockhead, and even as I shivered from the sensation of their tongues lolling around this crazy-sensitive ledge underneath the head the penny dropped and I understood what I was feeling. My cock had grown and grown and grown so much it was topping out at my goddamned throat.

Kevin and Joey were both looking up at me through their lashed as they licked, waiting for the moment of realization. My eyes must have gotten comically wide. They pulled back grinning at me.

“Fuuuuck,” I drawled. Then I grinned back at them.

The stupefied silence from the ring of onlookers I’d half forgotten about collapsed, and the entire crowd erupted into fervent applause, cheers, and hoots. “The king is dead—long live the king!” Aarav called out gleefully, pointing at his own now-inferior cock, which from the looks of it had deposited several pints of jizz over his face, hair, and shoulders. I looked around to see all of these hot guys, every one of them likewise painted face, chest, and shoulders with their own copious spunk, all cheering and clapping for Joey and me. Even Jay, so brilliant in his allure only moments ago, now seemed like just one of the guys, clapping and hollering with the rest in celebration and adulation.

I hung my head, abashed, which only caused my fat, slippery cockhead to smear a long, globby line of cum along my cheek, causing a ripple of laughter amid the applause and cheers. I found out later that my chin and jaw had kind of gotten in the way as my dick grew toward them, and that plus the fact that I was kissing Jay the whole time I was unloading my ocean of hot spend meant that that my face was comparatively spunk-free compared to the others. So the long daub of smeary cum on my cheek was extra-funny for standing out, like a dick-soldier’s warpaint.

“Let me get that for you,” Joey said, because it was on his side, but when he pushed up, intending to lick the cum off my cheek, I turned my head at the last moment and met his mouth with mine for the longest, hottest, most ardent and adoring kiss of the night. “Fuck yeah,” Kevin said, kissing my neck as we held each other. When I was done thoroughly kissing Joey, so that he had stars in his eyes when he pulled back, I turned and gave Kevin the same kiss. Of course there was all kinds of delighted heckling and shouts of encouragement from the hunks ringed round us, those that weren’t deciding now was a good time to be sharing similar mouth and hand and body-mashing passions with boyfriends, buddies, handsome strangers, and what have you. But it all melted away, because in that circle was just us: me, Joey, Kevin, and, of course, raging between us, titanium hard, our cocks: gigantic, wondrous, devoted to our pleasure, and insatiably eager for more.


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