“Please,” I said, as I moved closer to his cock. But Clark’s massive manhood moved away.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please let me suck your massive dick.”
Clark laughed at me and started slapping me with his dick. 10 inches of cock weighed a lot, and it actually hurt when he slapped me. But it also made me horny with lust.
“Go ahead and kiss the head, cocksucker.”
Following Clark’s instructions, I gave his cock a kiss, then another, and another until I started gingerly licking the tip.
“Now suck on my balls,” he said. I hadn’t yet taken full stock of how impressive his testicles were, but they were indeed fucking huge. At least twice the size of my own and full of Clark’s seed. I could only get one in my mouth at a time but made love to them the best I could—rolling them around and getting them nice and wet.
Clark then grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. The main course had finally arrived. He started out forcefully but slowly—getting me used to his throbbing inches. Four inches, five inches, six inches filled my throat—already more than my entire cock. But there was still much more to go.
For several minutes, I struggled with my gag reflex as Clark waited patiently. Until finally his dick slipped past the seventh inch to deep-fuck my throat.
“Yesssssssss!” Clark groaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
“Mmmmm,” I grunted. It honestly did for me too. My little manhood was harder than it had ever been but I hadn’t touched it in ages. My hands were glued to Clark’s thin butt cheeks as he slid inch number eight into my throat.
By the time the ninth inch slid in, I exploded. Several volleys of semen shot out of my tiny penis. I couldn’t believe it—I had come just from sucking my roommate’s cock without even touching my tiny penis. Humiliated and embarrassed, I looked up at Clark and caught him looking down on me.
“Haha,” he laughed. “I had no idea you were such a cock slut. I’d have fucked your pretty face sooner if I had known you’d come just from sucking me.”
Unable to respond, I just groaned on his cock. I wished that it was no longer in my throat and that I could run away. Immediately after coming, the last thing I want to do is to keep having sex. My once-throbbing erection was now turning soft and I no longer enjoyed feeling Clark’s firm butt. But he and his 10-inch dick had other plans.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said, feeling me pull away. “You’re gonna take all of this fucking cock, and you’re so fucking close!”
I struggled and struggled to take that last inch and a half, until finally all of Clark’s cock somehow fit inside my mouth and throat. It was no small miracle when he bottomed out, but I shouldn’t have counted my blessings. Now that he knew my limits, he started to fuck my throat—slowly, at first—but then with abandon.
For thirty minutes, all I could do was moan and stay still as Clark took my oral virginity. He truly mastered every inch of my throat as his colossal cock used me for pleasure. By the time he came, I orgasmed at the same time—my tiny penis once again shooting streams of cum as Clark flooded my mouth. His babymakers produced so much more than mine, not only flooding my mouth but also spraying all over my face and chest. I felt like I had literally taken a shower in Clark’s cum.
“Not bad,” he said with a smirk. “Guess we’re ready for round two.”
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I looked at the clock and only an hour had passed since I had agreed to become Clark’s bitch for the night. What had I gotten myself into?
“Let’s go hit the shower,” Clark said. “Maybe we should clean all my cum off your face.”
Our dorms had a communal shower with six shower heads facing the wall. Because it was early in the school year and Clark rarely showered (he always just reeked in those boxers he wore while playing Guitar Hero), we had never actually taken a shower together. Instead, I normally showered by myself early in the morning or late at night. I rarely saw anyone else in the showers, but when I did, I wasn’t too worried about my cock size. After all, I’d been in enough locker rooms during frisbee and soccer to know that my soft three incher was on the small side but certainly not the smallest. There was usually at least one guy in the locker room with a smaller dick, and I knew that my toned muscles and general attractiveness made up for any shortcomings in that department.
This time felt different. Having just orgasmed twice in a row, my cock now retreated to a pathetic two inches. Next to Clark’s huge swinging manhood—still semi-erect—it looked practically invisible. But I dutifully grabbed my towel and followed Clark—my master for the night—to the communal shower.
Once there, Clark made me do all of the cleaning for both of us. First, he made me lick some of his cum off my face and chest. I had already swallowed some of his seed and didn’t mind the taste, so I went ahead and licked it off. I was his bitch for the night, after all.
Clark then made me put shampoo in his hair and soap him up. This was my first time admiring his whole body—not just his cock—and I have to admit that he was more attractive than I had originally guessed. There was something so intimate about soaping him up and running my fingers through his hair that my little penis started to perk up. By the time I got to the lower half of his body, he made me fall to my knees and soap up his legs, balls, and huge swinging dick. Still partially erect from the throat fucking he gave me just minutes before, it hung down a thick eight inches. After caressing it with soap, something compelled me to give it a kiss before standing back up.
At this point, Clark laughed while looking down. My 5-incher was once again as hard as it could be next to what looked like Clark’s completely soft manhood, more than 3 inches my length.