Not only that. It was ugly. Grotesque really, with an animal quality. It was the same colour as the rest of his skin, a kind of dark tan and was smothered in veins. Some bulging horribly, whilst others not so obvious. They ran everywhere and in no particular direction. They covered it from the base to the very tip of the extended thick foreskin that enveloped the glans. Spotted with the occasional mole, the skin seemed loose too. Even though it was solidly erect, the skin had wrinkles that circled it, as if not fully stretched out like every other hard cock I’d so far witnessed.
A pool of thick precum had gathered in the hole created between the tip of the helmet to the end of the foreskin, glistening in the light of the room. Yes it was grotesque, but fuck I wanted to hold it, kiss it, lick it and suck it. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“Just like you said Phil,” he turned to Phillip. “Still fucking hard even after that.”
I didn’t even realise I was still hard until I looked down. My distinctly average cock looked minuscule compared to his. He turned back to me and I watched mesmerised as his huge cock lazily swung from side to side in a pendulum like motion. A thick glob of his precum clung precariously from the foreskin.
“Hold it slut,” he directed me calmly. “Put it in your hand.”
Fuck. Fear began to fill my head as I reached out and gripped it from underneath to rest in my palm. My small hand barely made it 2 thirds the way around. There was no way I’d be able to take that. Not in my mouth and definitely not in my hole. Just the weight of it took my breath away.
The velvet like skin was indeed loose, but the muscle beneath was solid and I could feel the swollen veins on my fingertips. It thobbed but the sheer weight meant it barely moved in my grip. I looked across to Phillip in disbelief. He just smiled back at me, cock twitching.
“On your knees slut,” Mr Smith ordered, bringing my attention back to him.
I let go and watched it swing as I knelt in front of him. How the fuck could any man have a cock like that? He turned around, presenting me with a well sculpted pair of buttocks covered in the same dark hair as the rest of his body.
“Lick my arsehole,” he commanded.
I leant forward and began to kiss and lick his cheeks, but he quickly stopped me by reaching around and grabbing my hair. “I told you to lick my arsehole slut,” he reprimanded me. “Get your fucking tongue in my hole.”
His height meant I had to squat down even further and crane my neck in order to get my face between his cheeks. He did nothing to make it any easier for me. His anus was very hairy, just like the rest of him. I wormed my tongue straight inside him and licked as best I could. The taste wasn’t as strong as it was with Lewis and I could smell soap.
“Tongue fuck it,” he demanded. “Show me what a dirty cunt you are.”
My cheeks were so sore I had to lean forward to stop them rubbing on the carpet, so I used my hands to open his cheeks. It gave me some support too and assisted my endeavours to follow his orders. I felt so dirty knowing Phillip was watching me humiliate myself and my cock began to twitch. I knew I would orgasm soon if I didn’t control myself.
The longer it went on the deeper my humiliation felt. This wasn’t coach or Lewis I was willingly rimming so deeply. It was a total stranger. I hadn’t chosen to do it either, he’d ordered me to. Expected me to. I had to remind myself that it was real. That I actually had my tongue inside a stranger’s arsehole. I could hear him telling Phillip how it felt. Describing me as a dirty arselicking cunt and a slut as my tongue probed and swirled inside him. His pubic hair caught in my mouth. His arse hair tangled on my tongue.
He widened his stance and bent forward with his hands on his knees, telling me to get it in deeper. Fuck! FUCK! I realised just how much I loved it too. Was this the most humiliating act I’d ever undertaken? It certainly felt that way and it spurred me on. I’ll show him. I’ll lick his hole for as long as he told me to. I’ll show Phillip what a slut I truly am and worship his friends anus. I’ll put on a show that will he’ll never forget.
Using one hand to keep his cheeks open I used my free hand to reach between his legs and grabbed that thick, swinging, grotesque cock. God it was so fucking thick! I started to wank it in time to my probing tongue. I could feel my own saliva pasting my chin and nose. I formed the image that Phillip must be watching in my mind. God, what a slut I felt. Dirty. Cheap. Nothing but an object to provide pleasure for them.
They were talking but I was oblivious to everything around me. My cock was jerking wildly. I was on the edge. So close. I was in pure ecstasy. Sexual heaven. I rammed my tongue in Mr Smith’s tight hairy hole as deeply as I could. Suffocating myself between his hard cheeks and furiously wanked that monster cock. Fuck. I could feel my orgasm rising.
I didn’t even notice Phillip kneeling beside me. “Are you going to spunk off David?” His words sounded like they were distant. Like I was in a dream. “He’s about to spunk.”
Suddenly my tongue was licking at fresh air as Mr Smith turned around to watch. I was faced with his huge cock right in front of me and I grabbed at it with both hands. I couldn’t move. I just held on to it as my orgasm let rip. It felt like a torrent of cum sprayed in one continuous flow as my swollen member went into violent spasms. My vision blurred and my whole body shook. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. Shot after shot after shot leapt from my cock, until I finally emptied myself.