A gay story: Becoming the Man of the House Ch. 05 This story is told through the point of view of four characters: Americans Aaron (23) and Eric (28), Swedish Thomas (38) and Colombian Leo (23). Each section indicates the narrator.
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ERIC
I couldn’t get Leo out of my head. It had been days since he humiliated me in my own house, shattering my ego in pieces. By then, every time I saw myself naked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but compare myself to him. Leo had the cock I wished I had. He came back to get my car borrowed for a road trip with his coach, and then disappeared. No news.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off some thoughts about him. They were haunting me every waking moment, leaving me feeling small, insignificant, and somewhat envious. I had mixed feelings about Leo. Part of me craved for his approval. I wanted him to see me as an equal, someone worth spending time with and confiding in. Another part of me screamed that I should have given up on trying to compete with him and forget it all had existed. However, I couldn’t help but feel stuck in this cycle of self-doubt and longing for validation.
All I was thinking about was about his cock next to mine, a comparison he promised would be showcased online on my porn accounts. I was the Top Wrestler, a known alpha stud in the Internet. I was almost dying of anticipation, fearing the scene, and at the same time jerking off when thinking about it.
My text messages to Leo had gone unanswered, his replies replaced by an eerie silence that left me questioning what could have possibly gone wrong. My fingers hovered over my phone, the messages I’d sent him displayed on the screen like an unspoken plea for a response.
“Hey Leo, we still on for the recording this week?” I had typed out, my thumbs tapping rhythmically against the virtual keyboard.
Two days after, I tried it again. “Hey man, just checking in – everything alright? Let me know if anything’s come up.” Still nothing.
A wave of concern washed over me, mingling with a hint of frustration. Had something happened? Was there a miscommunication? Or had he simply lost interest? My mind raced, conjuring up worst-case scenarios.
Sometimes I felt like I was being dumb, sending waves of unreturned messages, insisting on a scenario that would have made me humiliated, even if I would be behind a mask. Regardless of the reasons, I wanted nothing more than to show Leo that I was too a man deserving of respect and admiration, like the way he treated his coach Thomas. But each attempt to do so only left me feeling even more inferior and unsure of our friendship.
When the weekend was close, I began to realize that perhaps the problem laid within myself. If I truly believed I was equal to Leo, then I needed to start acting like it. No more doubting or second guessing myself. I was starting to lose patience with Leo’s constant ignoring of my messages and phone calls, especially because my boyfriend, Aaron, was spotting him training at the gym every single day.
Feeling frustrated and fed up, I took matters into my own hands and decided to take a bold step. I snapped a picture of my hard dick and sent it to Leo along with a message demanding attention.
The message read: “You don’t stand a chance against my cock. I am going to show you, boy, who the man is and why I get so much pussy.” Attached to the message was a photo my dick standing at full attention. The image was clear enough to make out every detail of my size and girth. Hopefully not the fact that I was cheating a little bit to make it look less small.
I was aware that it might had been the only way to grab Leo’s attention and get him to respond. I waited anxiously for a response, wondering if I had crossed any lines or pushed things too far. Still nothing. Visualized. Not a single reply. I texted again.
“Excuse me? My dick isn’t good enough for you? Are you afraid of me?”
Leo didn’t respond immediately, leaving me waiting nervously for his answer. Finally, after several minutes, Leo replied with a simple message: “You seem desperate.”
I was taken aback by it. His few words cut through me like a knife, causing me to recoil in shock and hurt. I stared at the screen, unable to comprehend the harshness of Leo’s response.
“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath before quickly typing out a retort. Anger and disappointment welled up inside me. I struggled to contain my emotions as I typed out a fierce response. “Well, screw you then! I don’t need your judgmental bullshit anyway!”
I pressed send and held my breath, waiting for Leo’s reaction. To my surprise, Leo simply replied with a shrug emoji and disappeared from the conversation once again.
I sat back in the kitchen chair, feeling deflated and defeated. It was Aaron who unwittingly provided the spark that set off my decision. Aaron, my supportive boyfriend who had witnessed the turmoil Leo’s absence had caused, had mentioned that Leo was staying at the gym, The Vikings’ Temple, from 9 to 5.
My pulse quickened at the opportunity to see him, the adrenaline of frustration propelling me into action. I hailed an Uber, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and anticipation. As the car pulled up to the gym, I took a deep breath.
And then, there he was – Leo, his form imposing and powerful, his muscles taut beneath his shirt as he lifted a barbell with ease. My gaze locked onto him, and the surge of emotions threatened to overwhelm me. Anger battled with relief at seeing him, frustration mingled with a desire to simply shake him and demand an explanation.
I marched over; my gaze unrelenting. As I approached, he set the barbell down, his chest heaving with exertion. Leo turned, his eyes widening in genuine surprise, but his smile remained steady.
“Eric, hey bro!” Leo’s deep voice boomed over the room. He wiped his neck with a towel and approached, his posture relaxed as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Leo,” I growled, my tone laced with an edge that betrayed the pent-up frustration. “We had plans this week. I messaged you, multiple times. And you just disappeared.”
Leo’s brows furrowed momentarily, but the expression was fleeting, replaced once again by that infuriating grin. “Oh, man. You know how it is, sometimes things get busy.”
“Busy? Seriously?” I snapped, my control slipping. “I had announced that there would be a live stream of both of us in my site. It was your suggestion. I have tons of fans. I can’t disappoint them. Grow up. Own your words.”
“Okay, so here’s the deal, bro. My uncle Thomas, you know, my coach, who owns the gym? He took a week off unexpectedly, as we were coming back from the camping. I am taking care of everything here.”
Understanding softened my features as I realized the weight of responsibility Leo had been shouldering. “You should have just told me. I would’ve understood.”
“And hey,” Leo continued, his tone taking on a mischievous note. “There’s another thing I need to come clean about.” He continued. “You know Hamid and his brother Hassan, right? We’ve been… uh, spending some time together.” My eyes widened in surprise, my initial annoyance replaced with something closer to amusement. “Spending time? Like, how?”
“You know what I mean, Eric. We’ve been getting closer, and things got a bit… intimate. I am fucking them both.”
I was surprised. Part of me was deeply impressed by Leo’s ability to navigate such a situation. The Persian brothers at once? Wasn’t Hassan his uncle’s boyfriend? The logistics alone seemed mind-boggling. But beyond that, there was a sense of admiration for his openness and courage to pursue what he desired, unapologetically. Yet, alongside that admiration, a small voice whispered a hint of envy inside me. A part of me longed for that same level of excitement and activity.
I broke the silence, offering him a genuine smile. “And I’m glad you’re sharing all this with me. Do you have time for a coffee right now?”
Leo nodded, taking one last look around the weight room, making sure everything was in order before heading towards the exit. I followed closely behind him, still eager to impress him. Once outside, Leo suggested we head to the nearby cafe where we could sit down and chat more comfortably.
We walked side by side, our strides matching each other step for step. Both really muscular, hot, good looking, dressed in gym clothes that accentuated our bulging muscles and defined abs. However, seeing Leo in movement was also a reminder of who that man was. His grey sweatpants highlighted his massive package, making me feel inferior in comparison. I tried to look cool about it but I guess I failed. It was so big! I mean… it was so big and so heavy!
We reached the cafe and found a quiet corner table where we settled ourselves. The waiter came by to take our orders. As Leo and I sat across from each other at the local café, sipping our coffee, I tried to focus on our conversation. We were catching up on the latest news and discussing our upcoming plans. Like buddies. Like best buddies.
But despite my best efforts, my attention kept drifting to the volume that bulged underneath Leo’s grey sweatpants. On that day, perhaps due to the way the light filtered through the window, the contours of his cock seemed more pronounced than ever. The fabric of his pants emphasized its thickness and the head of it, drawing my eyes. Or perhaps I was just missing it so much.
“Eric, you with me?” Leo’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I blinked, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.
“Yeah, sorry,” I stammered, hoping my distraction hadn’t been too obvious. “Just zoned out for a moment.”
Leo leaned forward and fixed me with a serious gaze. “Listen, Eric,” he began, “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we can’t always be talking about your porn account as if it was a work duty. Sometimes we have to relax and enjoy life.”
Leo was just sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone. Suddenly, he paused and held up his device for me to see. “Check this out,” he said with a smirk.
On the screen was my own profile picture on Grindr, complete with the username “Muscle Alpha Dom” emblazoned above it. Leo chuckled and shook his head. “Is this supposed to be you?” he teased.
I blushed slightly and sheepishly admitted that yes, that was indeed my profile. Leo raised an eyebrow and scrolled further down to read my bio. “100% Top, huh?” he repeated aloud, amused.
I don’t know why, but I stammered out an explanation, saying that I didn’t usually use Grindr much and hadn’t updated my profile in forever. Leo waved me off and continued reading, eventually bursting out laughing when he got to the end of the description which simply stated: “Don’t send me dick pics”.
Leo put down his phone and gave me a playful nudge. “Well, you sent me one when I didn’t even ask for it!” he joked. I turned bright red.
The olive-skinned man was just typing something furiously onto his phone. I was wondering if he was sending me a pic of his cock and the thought made me anxious. “Is everything okay?” I asked.
Leo replied, “Yeah, just updating my own Grindr profile now.” I waited expectantly for Leo to explain, but instead I just heard the sound of tapping keys and the occasional snicker coming from across the table. “Done.” He showed me his profile.
Top XXL was the name. A pic of his face and of his muscular torso in a Colombian beach. The tags he had chosen: #dom, #uncut, #rough, and #commando. I decided to see it in my own phone. As I scrolled down to read the rest of the profile, I saw that Leo had written a brief description that sent shivers down my spine: “I also top tops. I know you want it.” I felt a surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. I knew that Leo was a dominant figure in every sense of the word, but seeing it laid out plainly like this made me wonder what kind of man Leo truly was.
I clicked on Leo’s profile picture again, enlarging it to get a closer look at the details. I admired the way the sunlight highlighted the defined muscles in Leo’s arms and shoulders, and how his piercing hazel eyes seemed to sparkle even brighter against the backdrop of the ocean. I swallowed hard as I imagined what it might be like to experience Leo’s dominance firsthand.
“What do you think?” Leo asked, gesturing towards the screen. “It is gonna be my first time using this app. Hamid and Hassan told me bad things about it.” I laughed because of their honesty.
Then, Leo proposed me a game. It involved scrolling through our respective Grindr apps and selecting the profile that caught our eye the most. Seemed funny. I agreed to give it a try, eager to see where things went.
We each opened our phones and began scrolling through the various profiles, pausing occasionally to take a closer look or send a message. There were tons of them coming. After two minutes of searching, Leo found a profile that caught his attention immediately. It featured a rugged-looking guy with a thick beard and a muscular build, posing shirtless in a forest setting.
“Check this one out,” Leo said, showing the photo to me. I glanced at it briefly before continuing to scroll through my own feed. Suddenly, I paused on a profile featuring a good-looking twink. “Ooh, this one looks interesting,” I commented, showing the photo to Leo. Leo raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly. “Let’s see who else catches your eye,” he suggested, turning back to his own phone.
In the end, we both choose the same profile: Sub Bottom, 21 years old, American, twunk, with chiseled abs, short stature, big arms. We laughed as we realized we had chosen the exact same profile from among the many available on Grindr. Both were drawn to the twunk’s profile, not to mention his playful expression in the photo.
Leo turned to me with a smirk. “Well, it seems we have similar taste after all,” he joked. I smiled back at him, equally amused by the coincidence. Leo grinned mischievously as he suggested starting separate conversations with the muscular young man. I hesitated momentarily, unsure if I was ready for such direct competition. However, Leo convinced me otherwise, promising to keep things fair and fun.
Leo focused on complimenting the twunk’s body and asking about his workout routine, while I played up his sense of humor and asked about his favorite hobbies. Meanwhile, the guy seemed intrigued by both of us and engaged in friendly conversation with both simultaneously. He mentioned enjoying spending time outside and trying new restaurants. And that he loved bottoming for dominant muscular men. Leo and I both fitted the description.
“Lets ask for nsfw pics of him,” I told Leo. I was enjoying the game with my buddy. Soon enough, the young hunk delivered, sending several pictures showcasing his toned physique from various angles. His back was particularly impressive, with well-defined muscles rippling beneath smooth skin. Meanwhile, his bubble butt was perfectly sculpted and begged to be touched.
Leo and I drooled over the images. As expected, the young stud requested nude pics in return for the ones he had shared. Leo suggested that I should send the same pic I had sent him on that morning. I smiled and did it as he told me.
“Should I send this one?” Leo showed me a pic of his own impressive cock, hard, comparing its size to a bottle of wine. I gulped and looked down at his crotch. It was mind-blowing. “Lets see if he likes it huge,” he bragged.
We watched anxiously as the young man viewed the pics, wondering what he might think of our offerings. Then things took different ways. As soon as the twunk laid eyes on our dick pics, he promptly blocked me. And started to focus all his attention on Leo. Leo couldn’t help but smirk confidently, knowing that his own impressive member had caught the young bottom’s eye. “FUCK IT IS MASSIVE I WANT IT”. In Caps Locks, that was the answer he had got.
“Hey there,” Leo taunted me playfully, “looks like I got the top spot.” I rolled my eyes, feeling hurt but not surprised. The young man and Leo engaged in a lengthy chat session. I felt left out, watching enviously as the two hit it off effortlessly. After about three minutes, Leo took some money out of his pants, leaving the cash to cover our coffee. “I am gonna meet him now at his house.”
As he stood up from the table, I instinctively shifted my gaze downward, meeting an astonishing sight. His movement caused his cock to sway slightly, and there it was – his massive manly uncut cock, right at eye level, mere inches from my nose. It looked even fatter, result of his chat with the bottom guy. My breath caught in my throat as I found myself inches away from the very embodiment of the ideal masculinity.
I tore my gaze away, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized I had been caught in my trance. Leo’s amused voice broke through my reverie, and I met his gaze, my own eyes widening with a mixture of embarrassment and admiration.
“Hey, Eric, you okay?”. Leo’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced over at me, a self-assured grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Knowing what my nervousness was about, he patted his big cock over his pants. “You ever seen a cock as thick as mine?”
“This girth is insane!” I finally blurted out, my voice carrying a mix of astonishment and genuine admiration. I almost forgot there were people nearby.
Leo burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking with amusement. “Whoa there, Eric. You don’t have to sound so surprised!” With a satisfied sigh, he said goodbye. “Alright, Eric, I gotta run. We’re definitely recording tomorrow, so be prepared. My cock is going to look huge next to yours.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of nervousness and excitement intertwining within me. So… tomorrow. Finally. My heart raced as I struggled to come up with an answer that would not reveal how shaken I felt. In the end, I settled for a lame joke about needing to see things to believe them. Leo merely replied cryptically, “Oh, trust me, you and your subscribers will.”
AARON
When Eric arrived home, the glow in his eyes was unmistakable. I had seen that look before, usually when he was about to embark on a new training challenge or set a personal best at his wrestling competitions. But this time, it was different. This time, that vibrant energy was ignited by something else – the confirmation from Leo that they would be recording together the next day.
It was strange to see him so happy. Leo was like a rival and, as far as I knew, would expose Eric to a humiliating situation. For all his subscribers to see.
My boyfriend had spent the evening recounting his conversation with Leo, the plans they had made, and the goals they hoped to achieve during their recording session. “Can you believe it, Aaron?” he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “We’re finally going to record tomorrow!”
I chuckled, my heart warming at the sight of his elation. “I can tell you’re thrilled about it. “He leaned in, his eyes bright with excitement. “You have no idea. It’s like stepping into a whole new challenge, but with Leo by my side, I know we can do it.”
That night, we had sex. It was pretty good actually.
The next morning, I went to work at the gym. The usual hustle and bustle of the gym seemed almost muted as I sat behind the reception desk, attending to the usual tasks that came with my role. But my mind was far from the mundane routines of that day.
As I sorted through paperwork, my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a familiar presence approaching the front desk. I looked up, and there was Leo, striding towards me with a determined expression. There was an air of purpose about him, an energy that hinted at a conversation of significance.
“Hey, Aaron,” he greeted me, his tone a mix of familiarity and focus.
“Leo, what’s up?” I replied, setting aside the paperwork and giving him my full attention.
Leo paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto mine as if assessing the situation. “Listen, I wanted to talk to you about the recording scene.”
I nodded, intrigued by the direction of the conversation. “Sure, what’s on your mind?”
“I want you to record it. Be the cameraman.” His gaze held a hint of intensity as he leaned slightly closer. “I think we can take it up a notch. Make it even more captivating.”
He leaned in even closer, as if sharing a secret. “I want you to buy me a mask, a singlet like the ones Eric wear, and a tape measure. Stating the numbers is a central part of the scene. And I’ve got a new nickname for myself – The Crusher.”
“All right, Leo, I’m on board,” I said, offering him a supportive smile. “Let’s make this recording unforgettable.”
“Take the day off,” he said. “Go buy the stuff and then I will pick you up.” Four hours later, Leo came to give me a ride. The drive to Eric’s house was filled with conversation, a mixture of excitement about the recording and lighter topics that allowed us to ease into the moment.
When we arrived at our destination, there was a palpable sense of anticipation. The lights were on, and Eric’s nervousness seemed to permeate the atmosphere. As we stepped out of the car, Leo clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Ready to bring The Crusher and the props into action?”
I nodded, my excitement mingling with a hint of nervousness. “Definitely. Let’s do this.”
Inside, Eric greeted us with a mixture of excitement and jitters. His smile was tinged with a touch of nervousness, and his hands betrayed his slight trembling. The set was prepared in the main room – the light was just right, and a large sofa had been positioned as the backdrop for their performance.
Leo’s presence seemed to inject a sense of energy into the room, and he clapped Eric on the back. “Ready for this, my friend?”
As they left the room to change, the anticipation in the room was nearly tangible. Leo and Eric prepared to step into their characters – The Crusher and Top Wrestler. Moments later, they returned, and the transformation was nothing short of remarkable. Leo and Eric emerged, now masked hunks in matching singlets that showcased their muscular physiques. Their bodies were a testament to the hours they had poured into their fitness journeys.
The set was meticulously arranged, with lighting that emphasized every contour of their muscles. The mysterious aura of their masked personas added an extra layer of intrigue, making the atmosphere crackle with expectation. As the camera’s red recording light blinked to life, the room seemed to hum with energy.
Standing behind the camera, I watched as Eric, fully embodying his Top Wrestler persona, prepared to step into the spotlight. Beside him stood Leo, now known as The Crusher. And in my role as camera man, I felt a mixture of excitement and pride for what we were about to create.
Eric and Leo moved closer to each other, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. They began to flex their muscles in perfect synchronization, the fruits of their rigorous training on full display. Sweat glistened on their skin under the bright lights, and every defined muscle seemed to pop and ripple with each movement. The audience watching the livestream was in for a treat, as the dynamic between The Crusher and Top Wrestler was about to unfold in full force.
The response from the audience was immediate and overwhelming. The comments section of the livestream exploded with biceps emojis and thumbs-up, a testament to the captivating spectacle they were witnessing. The synergy between Eric and Leo was palpable, transcending the screen and drawing viewers into their world.
However, there was a detail that became apparent, one that the viewers were quick to notice and comment on. Leo’s package – powerful and well-defined – stood in stark contrast to Eric’s. As I directed the camera over their bodies, it was Leo’s big bulge that drew attention. The discrepancy was clear, and it became a focal point of the scene, a detail that the viewers would not let go.
I moved around, capturing every angle, every flex, every emotion that played across their masked faces. In the midst of it all, the contrast between Leo’s and Eric’s bulges remained an unspoken truth, a detail that added an extra layer of intrigue to the scene. The viewers’ comments flooded in, drawn to the disparity, and I knew that this unexpected element would become an integral part of the narrative – a narrative that was as much about the characters they portrayed as it was about the complexities of their real-world dynamic.
The Top Wrestler audience had been waiting months for this moment. Finally he would be naked live and accompanied by another man. His claims about having a giant dick would be put to the test.
As the recording continued, what had begun as a balanced and exhilarating exchange between Eric and Leo gradually took on a new dynamic. Despite their similar muscular compositions, Eric’s demeanor began to change. The confidence that had characterized his portrayal of Top Wrestler seemed to waver, replaced by a hint of uncertainty. He appeared to be more fragile, his movements slightly hesitant, as if he were unsure of his place within the evolving narrative.
Conversely, Leo’s portrayal of The Crusher took on a more assertive tone. His movements became more deliberate, exuding a commanding presence that demanded attention. His expressions, though hidden behind the mask, seemed to convey a sense of control and authority. As the scene progressed, it was evident that Leo was embracing the dominant role within the performance.
The audience watching the livestream began to take notice of the shifting dynamics as well. Comments and reactions flooded in, reflecting a mix of intrigue, excitement, and curiosity about the unexpected turn the scene was taking. The previously balanced energy had given way to an unspoken tension, leaving viewers eager to see how the narrative would unfold.
In a surprising turn, Leo stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the camera. A silence fell over the set as he addressed the audience, his voice carrying a newfound edge. “Gentlemen, I know you’ve been watching closely. You’ve witnessed the evolution of this rivalry – the rise of The Crusher and the supposed might of Top Wrestler.”
His words were deliberate, and there was an intensity in his tone that left no room for doubt. As he continued, it became clear that his words were aimed not just at the audience, but also at Eric.
The tension in the room was almost palpable as Leo’s provocation hung in the air, casting a shadow over the room. I understood where Leo was getting at and zoomed in on both of their crotches. Eric’s bulge was noticeably less developed, a stark contrast to Leo’s massive package. The discrepancy was evident. Amidst the myriad reactions came these snippets of commentary:
“Top Wrestler… What a letdown. That thing is barely worth looking at.”
“I thought he had a monster dick based on the ads, but it’s clear he was exaggerating. Photoshop.”
“This guy needs to stop lying to people. His dick isn’t anything special.”
“Wow, that’s one skinny penis.”
In contrast, some viewers focused on Leo’s mammoth bulge. The Crusher received extremely flattering reactions. I was reading them to both.
“Holy cow, that thing looks huge! It looks like it belongs on a porn star.”
“I don’t know how he walks around with that thing swinging between his legs.”
“If that’s what a real man looks like, sign me up for lessons.”
“Damn, that thing looks thick enough to choke a horse.”
“Think about the grip strength required to handle something that thick.”
While I read the comments, Leo playfully teased Eric, who tried to maintain a cool exterior. The Colombian stud finally decided to take matters into his own hands. Slowly but surely, Leo started undressing the Top Wrestler until he was left standing in nothing but his underwear. Then Leo took off his own singlet. The audience gasped in shock as they caught a glimpse of Eric’s modest package, which paled in comparison to Leo’s monster cock.
“Time for the big reveal,” The Crusher announced. “Let’s take it off at the same time.”
And then they both lowered their underwear at the same time. Due to its fragile dimensions, Eric’s thin and dull penis was quickly shown, while Leo seemed to be endowed with a member of infinite dimensions. It took a long time for his entire cock to escape his underwear. Humiliation was beyond repair.
The reactions were flooding the comments section. I read one loud:
Viewer4587: “Can someone explain why The Top Wrestler even bothered showing up tonight? Look how pitiful his puny penis compares to the God-like proportions of The Crusher’s manhood… pathetic!”
With each comment I read highlighting the difference between the two, Leo and Eric assumed their respective roles. Their cocks got hard, further increasing the discrepancy in volume.
Following Leo’s directions, Eric nervously took the measuring tape offered by me and slowly wrapped it around the base of his penis before stretching it up to meet the tip. He hesitated momentarily before announcing his measurements – six point seven inches long and five point one inches in circumference.
Leo immediately accused him of cheating, claiming he didn’t wrap the tape far enough down the shaft or tight enough around the base. He insisted on remeasuring himself using the same method to prove his point. Eric’s correct measures were finally pointed out: 4.8 girth and 6.2 length.
Leo stood tall and confident. He reached out and grasped Eric’s hand firmly, pulling it towards his crotch. Eric felt a surge of conflicting emotions as he stared at the massive cock before him. Part of him couldn’t believe he was actually touching such an impressive piece of meat. Eric measured it. He babbled when stating the numbers. 10.6 inches length. 7.1 inches girth. The audience could sense Eric was almost cumming.
He trembled slightly as he announced the final measurement of Leo’s colossal uncut member. His voice cracked as he stammered through the figures: ten point six inches in length and seven point one inches in girth. It was clear to everyone watching that Eric was struggling to maintain his composure in the presence of such raw masculinity. In fact, many members of the audience speculated that Eric might have accidentally ejaculated during the process.
Between many comments, there was one that intrigued me and I decided to read it aloud during the broadcast. It was from a mathematician. He had decided to calculate the difference in volume between Top Wrestler’s and The Crusher’s cocks using an intricate formula. He wrote down how he found the numbers, mixing volume, radius, length. The difference in volume between Leo’s and Eric’s cocks was approximately 94.2 cubic inches. This meant that The Crusher’s monster was nearly ten times larger than the Top Wrestler’s in terms of volume!
A wave of excitement spread through the chat room as many viewers expressed their delight at the difference. Leo savored the moment, gloating over Eric’s misery as he basks in the adoration of his newfound admirers.
“Hey, loser,” said Leo as he approached Eric. “You like that, don’t you?” Leo teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “My cock is 10 times bigger than yours, so I know exactly what your body needs.”
Leo grabbed Eric’s head by the back of the neck and guided it to his massive cock. Leo lifted the Top Wrestler’s mask up to below his nose, leaving only his mouth uncovered. Eric moaned in ecstasy, his eyes rolling back in his head as he reached the brink of orgasm. And then Leo slid the massive head of his cock onto Eric’s lips. It was a giant cock, extremely thick, uncut, light brown, and accompanied by huge balls. The pinnacle of manhood. Eric cummed uncontrollably, his words barely coherent.
More comments followed:
“That poor guy must have been really embarrassed to lose control like that in front of all those people.”
“Looks like someone got a little excited seeing Leo’s big dick up close.”
The atmosphere was electric as Leo addressed the audience, standing confident before them. His eyes locked onto Eric, who sat slumped in his coach, still recovering from his explosive orgasm.
“Gentlemen,” Leo began, his deep baritone filling the space. “You may have heard rumors about the Top Wrestler and his ‘fake’ penis size. But today, you saw the truth with your own eyes. If you want to see a really HUGE cock, then The Crusher is your man. It is simply what nature gave me, and I am proud of it.”
He turned towards Eric, whose face flushed red with shame behind the mask. “As for you, you may have fooled some people into thinking you were well-endowed, but today, the truth came out. Your little boy dick cannot compare to my big cock, and I hope this small penis humiliation ceremony has taught you a lesson.”
A smirk played at the corners of Leo’s lips as he continued speaking. “To all of his subscribers here today, thank you for supporting the channel. Maybe you will see me around.” With that, Leo concluded his speech and stepped back, allowing the audience to digest everything they had just seen and heard. Money poured like a torrential downpour into Eric’s account.
As soon as the cameras stopped rolling, Leo made his way over to where Eric was sitting, looking downcast and ashamed. They both removed their masks. Leo approached him with a friendly smile on his face, extending a hand to help him up.
“Hey man, no hard feelings?” Leo asked, trying to sound casual despite the fact that he had just publicly humiliated Eric.
“No, thanks for giving me a chance,” Eric replied, taking Leo’s offered hand and letting himself be pulled to his feet.
With a mischievous grin on his face, Leo leaned close to Eric’s ear and whispered his final insult. “You know what the best part about this whole thing is? That I am about to fuck your boyfriend right now.”
I was so absorbed by that scene, I didn’t even see myself as a protagonist anymore. When, in fact, it had been me who had introduced them both. I couldn’t let that chance slip away. I ran to Leo and knelt down. I smelled that supreme cock, licked it, for minutes while Eric watched the scene like an obedient puppy.
I was dying to try it. I undressed myself and then laid naked on the sofa, next to Eric, my legs spread wide apart as Leo hovered over me. Leo’s massive cock throbbed eagerly as he positioned himself at the entrance of my ass. Leo put some lobe on both of us. I winced in pain as Leo pushed forward, the head of his cock stretching me wider than ever before.
“Fuck!” I yelled, clenching my fists against the sofa. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I fought back tears, determined to prove my resistance to Leo.
Leo grinned wickedly and pressed deeper, his cock hitting all the right spots within my body. Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure and agony, causing me to cry out in ecstasy and terror alike.
After twenty minutes, as Leo reached the climax of his orgasm, he pulled out and shot his load all over my face. I had asked for it. It hurt a lot and the thickness caused some discomfort, but I had proven myself as capable of enduring it.
As I laid exhausted on the bed, still covered in Leo’s cum, Eric stood nearby watching with a mix of jealousy and concern. I turned to him and said, “You have no idea what I just went through. That thing is like a wrist.”
Then I continued, “You are a top, Eric. You would never understand it.”
As Leo prepared to depart, I asked him if I could keep his underwear as a memento. Leo smiled and agreed, handing them over to me who then handed them to Eric with an excited smile.
Eric and I spent the rest of the evening together. We were living the happiest moments of our story together. I told that Leo’s cock was so big that it hurts like hell. I had discovered I preferred being penetrated by small, thin dicks, like the one Eric had. “The Top Wrestler is my unhung hero,” I joked. I don’t know if he liked hearing it.
I leaned into Eric and initiated a passionate kiss. The strong scent of Leo’s cum filled the air around us. Eric responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. We explored each other’s mouths hungrily, tasting the remnants of Leo on my lips. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies, searching for any sign of Leo’s touch. It was clear that we were both struggling to come to terms with the fact that we weren’t the only ones in the relationship anymore. By crushing Eric’s ego, Leo had become our Bull.
Next (and final) chapter: Thomas’ whereabouts. And Leo concludes his journey to become the man of the house.