I sat on my sleeping bag, dick still out and still rock hard, waiting for my friend Michael to get back from taking a piss. I still wasn't sure what he meant to do, if he wanted to continue where we'd left off or if he was tired of me. Was he even into guys? Some of the things he said made me think that that wasn't the case, but on the other hand... he had jacked me off, even though he hadn't let me cum, and he also implied he'd let me suck his dick. He just refused to suck mine. I didn't understand him, but I figured I may as well leave my dick out. Despite my shame around my dick size, I couldn't deny the fact that the extreme difference between the sizes of our members made me feel even further aroused, especially when Michael was so cocky and masculine, and I was so... not. I got the feeling that he really liked the difference too, that it made him feel like the shit because he was so massive compared to me, even though he repeatedly tried to make me feel better about it, and had *always* tried to make me feel confident. But I just wasn't a confident person.
I heard voices talking outside of the tent, and looked up to see a shadow standing in front of the entrance, but not coming in.
"I think he's asleep, I don't want to wake him up"
Said Michael.
"Oh, come on man. Bill already fell asleep and I'm bored. There's not shit to do out here!"
Pleaded the other voice, before continuing,
"It's not like there's any girls to screw!"
Michael gave a half-hearted laugh. I saw two hands push through the tent-flap and frantically pulled my pants and underwear up, trying to hide my boner; but not before a face pushed its way inside.
Luckily, it was Mike. He smirked, knowingly, watching me quickly try to adjust my erection so that it was hidden. When he crawled inside, another guy followed. It was Tanner. I felt self-conscious about being shirtless, and started to put my shirt on but, sitting down across from me and Michael– who was now laying down on his sleeping bag, propping himself up with his elbow and still in his briefs, his bulge protruding obscenely– Tanner protested,
"It's hot man, don't put your shirt on cause of me."
With it still halfway on, over my head and one arm, I looked questioningly at Michael, who scoffed,
"He can do what he wants."
"Whatever."
Tanner said, leaning back and using his hands to support him. He was shirtless as well, and also in boxers. I noticed that although he probably didn't work out and had a thin, tall frame, he still had some muscle, which was accentuated by the lamplight in the tent. The guy was actually incredibly handsome, his blonde hair poking out in a shock of fuzz from the hole in his backwards cap. He was not incredibly masculine, but rather was boyish and goofy, but I found his unnaturally large adam's apple to be very manly. He grinned at me, and I looked away.
"Too bad there's no pussy here, huh?"
Our new friend asked.
"Yep."
Replied Michael. He seemed annoyed, which I chalked up to his plans for the night having been ruined. I couldn't say I wasn't also disappointed.
"Man, I'm addicted to fucking pussy. I can't go a week without fucking at least twice."
Michael rolled his eyes and asked me,
"You gonna leave your shirt like that?"
I apologized and pulled it all the way on. He just snorted and shook his head.
"The girls can't get enough of it! Every single girl I've ever fucked has told me I'm the biggest they've been with. I'm the king!"
Tanner continued, and gave a cocky laugh. I could feel my dick straining against my shorts, and a sticky wetness on my lower stomach. I pulled my shirt down even further. Michael rolled his eyes again.
"What, you don't believe me? I'm this big, bro!"
And he showed a size that I doubted very much, especially considering it was even bigger than Michael's. In fact, without meaning to do so, I actually scoffed. Tanner looked at me with surprise.
"Oh man, you don't even know! I'm so serious, bro. This is soft!"
And with that, the guy jumped up his knees and grabbed his dick through the bathing suit he was still wearing. The shape of his bulge was immense, a thick, long snake, probably at least 9 inches. My jaw fell to the floor.
"Man, shut the fuck up!"
Michael said, and pushed Tanner onto the ground. I'd actually never seen him so mad, not in years at any rate.
"I'm big too, but you don't see me showing off to other guys, you fucking faggot!"
I winced inside. Tanner just laughed, putting his hand down his pants and pulling his monstrous dick out. It was even thicker than Michael's, and longer too; when Michael was soft, at any rate. His blonde pubes were sparse. He wagged his fat tool at me and slapped it against his hand, producing a deep, thick smack. I just stared.
"Oh, damn..."
Tanner almost whispered, and I saw that he was staring at my crotch. I realized that my dick had failed to cooperate, and made a tent in my pants, so that it was obvious I'd gotten an erection from Tanner's unhumanly colossal soft cock. I froze, unsure of what I could even do.
Michael was furious. He jumped up and pushed Tanner out of the tent, calling him a homo. I was scared, terrified. Both because of the fear I felt at Michael's outburst of anger and the anxiety surrounding my possible exposure as a gay idiot, which could effect my friend. As Michael zipped the tent closed, I apologized profusely, insisting that I couldn't help it, couldn't control my dick, and that I was incredibly sorry and hoped he wasn't mad at me. He just shook his head.
"It's not your fault, it's that dumbass Tanner. I can't stand that guy. It's not like you can control your boner, fuck, no guy can do that."
"Do you think he'll tell the other guys I'm gay?"
"Eh... I don't know. He'd have to admit he showed you his dick, but he loves showing off. The man thinks he's god's gift to earth just because he's hung. Who gives a fuck? I think *he's* the gay one. And I'm pretty sure more guys have seen his dick than ladies. Anyway, if he does, I'll just say you were so big soft it looked like you were hard to him and your dick is bigger than his."
"I mean, yours might be," I said, "fully hard."
Michael just frowned and got onto his sleeping bag, telling me he was going to bed. I turned off the lamp and lay awake, thinking. I wondered if the real reason Michael didn't like Tanner was because his dick was bigger than his, soft anyway. I couldn't imagine an erection bigger than Michael's twelve inches, it simply seemed impossible.
___
The next morning, we decided to go hiking. Everything seemed back to normal, with Michael joking with Tanner and Billy up at the front, and Mitch and I hanging back a bit. Billy kept burping loudly on command, causing the other guys to push him jovially.
"I am the burping king! Nobody is better than me!"
He yelled, and shoved Tanner's face into his sweaty, hairy armpit, which made Michael laugh hysterically.
"Those two are so dumb, I swear."
Mitch said, continuing,
"They act like they're still in high school. I guess Bill kind of has an excuse, he's 20, but my god, Tanner is in his mid-20's now and he's the most immature of them all."
I laughed. I fact, I found Bill's deep, guttural burps to be incredibly manly and erotic, but obviously I wasn't going to tell Mitch that.
"I can burp on command too," he said, "and I can probably out-burp him. I just don't feel like it."
"Oh. I don't know how to do that."
"I can teach you."
The brown-haired stud grinned at me. I kind of laughed nervously, not really sure what to say.
"You have a brother?"
He asked. I replied that I didn't.
"I figured. That's the kind of thing an older brother would teach you. I'll teach you, bro."
I felt my dick twitch in my shorts. I wasn't sure why, but this sort of masculine, boyish behavior really turned me on, and the implication that Mitch sort of, kind of cared about me. Brothers cared about each other, right? Mitch was 23, so he was a year older than me, depending on when his birthday was. Winking at me, he began to suck in air as we walked. Then, he let out a massive belch that sounded like an explosion, shattering the relative quiet. My dick twitched in my shorts, and Bill cheered Mitch on from up ahead on the path. He did it again, this time stopping to stand still, one hand on his stomach while he sucked in air and then unleashed a long, low burp that sounded like a motor trying to start. I could only watch in awe. It made me feel two feet tall, like he was standing on top of me. It was so damn masculine.
He adjusted his crotch as he hurried to catch up with me. I wanted to know how he was so macho and cool with a small dick like mine, how he came across so confident and powerful, while I felt like an insignificant bug.
"You want to try? I'll teach you, bro."
I shook my head. I knew I'd never be top dog like Mitch or everyone else there, it just wasn't in the cards for me.
"Man, you really are shy. You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just not a real manly man, you know?"
Mitch smiled at me, very kindly, and slapped me on the shoulder.
"You're alright in my book. You remind me a bit of myself when I was younger. I used to be a lot less confident. You should work out, man! Come to the gym with me sometime. I know it's hard going by yourself, come with me. I'll show you how to do everything."
I blushed. He was so nice to me, and it felt like having an older brother must feel. It was like how Michael treated me in high school; not that Michael didn't still always defend and help me, but it was less necessary now, and he was less the 'teaching' kind and moreso the 'I'll do it for you cause I know you can't and I want to help'.
"Gotta piss!"
Tanner yelled from the front of the group, and ran back toward me and Mitch before veering off into the woods ahead of us. I tried to walk as slow as possible so that I could catch a glimpse of his monster– and it worked. I watched as Tanner hauled his heavy slab of meat out of his pants and let loose a torrent of piss that sprayed off of the tree before him. I was, quite frankly, in awe. It was like seeing a master athlete perform their craft to absolute perfection. He was like a god.
"Lance! Come on!"
I turned to see Mitch; he grabbed me and pulled me forward and, holding me close to him by the shoulder, he continued to whisper in my ear,
"You were fucking staring, man! I know it's big, but damn."
I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly. I didn't want to say anything. Unfortunately, my body spoke for me.
"Oh, shit!"
Mitch stopped me and stood close, right in front of me. I froze.
"Look down!"
I did. I had a boner sticking straight out in my shorts. My world began to feel hazy and unreal.
"Dude, you got to hide that thing. Jesus!"
I continued to stare at his face, unable to think logically. My mind was spinning, my thoughts spiraling. I simply could not move. Mitch looked hastily over at Tanner, still pissing a violent stream of urine from his 9 inch cock, and then over at the other guys, who were still walking and somewhat far away now. Hesitantly, and with a little sigh, he reached his big, masculine hand into my pants, slipped his fingers inside my boxers, and pulled my erect dick up so that it was hidden in my waistband. He grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes with his beautiful, honey-brown ones.
"Dude, snap out of it. It's cool. Just don't let it slip out. Come on."
He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me forward. After a couple minutes I managed to break out of my anxiety spiral. I stopped to check that my boner was still kept in place by my waistband– it was. I looked over at Mitch, who was looking at me like I was a pathetic homeless dog that he wished he could help.
"It's cool. I don't judge."
I stuttered some excuse, trying to convince Mitch that I was just surprised that anyone's dick could be as big as Tanner's and that my boner was random, totally unrelated. He didn't buy it.
"Is okay dude, it's okay. You don't have to lie. I think you're alright, man. It doesn't matter to me if you like guys or not. Long as you don't try to fuck me."
I was breathing heavily. I was unsure how to feel. Was this bad?
"I guess Tanner is more your type though, huh? I've got a sedan, he's got an entire fucking train."
Mitch shook his head in mock sadness.
"I think you're my type."
I blurted out. Mitch paused.
"I'm not gay..."
He said, slowly. I put my face in my hands, panicking.
"You're just trying to be nice though, huh?"
"No... I mean, I didn't mean... I just meant you shouldn't feel bad cause of his size and yours. And I meant..."
I trailed off, deciding what I had wanted to say next was a bad idea, but Mitch finished my thought for me.
"You meant you still think I'm hot."
"Yes. But I wasn't trying to hit on you. I would never, ever do that."
I added hastily. Mitch grabbed my ear and pulled on it.
"I know. I was just kidding about the size anyway. Like I said, it's not about size. Plenty of girls would rather have me than him. You think he's hot?"
I stumbled. Mitch reached out like he was gonna catch me, but realized it was unnecessary, since I didn't fall. The other guys were so far ahead of us now that we couldn't even see them.
"I mean, yeah. I guess."
I felt extremely nervous. I'd never talked about this stuff with *anyone,* much less a straight dude I'd just recently met.
"Cause of how big his dick is? Or you like his face? Geez, that thing is a fucking monster. Insane."
"Yeah... it's big alright. But I wonder if he's a shower."
Mitch laughed.
"You're probably right. He's probably not that much bigger when he's hard. But you think he's cute?"
I nodded.
"Yeah. I like his sideburns and hair. He is really attractive."
"He's got a big nose though."
"Yeah, but it fits his face. And I like his adam's apple. It's so manly..."
Mitch laughed in surprise. I felt incredibly embarrassed by everything I'd revealed, but Mitch was so easy to talk to and he made me feel at home.
"You like manly guys then? Big, macho guys? Like Bill?"
I nodded and gulped.
"Well, am I manly? Or not manly enough? I'm not as big or crass as Bill, that's for sure."
"You're masculine as fuck dude."
I replied, surprised he didn't see himself that way. He was very muscular, had a deep, gravely voice, and his entire attitude was one of confidence and strength.
"I guess. Not like Bill, though. More manly than Tanner's goofy ass, that's for sure. You think I'm hot?"
He asked. I was shocked with the nonchalance with which he was addressing this whole thing.
"I do. You're so... so hot."
"Even though you saw my dick?"
He almost sounded a bit unsure when he asked that last question, which surprised me. He didn't really seem ashamed of his size, at least not from some of the things he'd said to me.
"But... I like it."
I responded.
"Really? You saw it when I was soft. It's fucking tiny when I'm soft. At least it's bigger when I'm hard."
"How big?"
I really surprised myself by asking him.
"Well, not that much bigger..." Mitch replied, sounding a little nervous, "but it's definitely thicker."
"Yeah, me too. Mine is so small when I'm soft, I'm 5 hard."
"That's how big I am, bro."
Mitch said, grinning. We stopped walking. Absolutely no one was around. We'd lost our friends, and it was totally silent. Mitch reached out and put his hand on my chest, pushing me softly. I wavered.
"You want to compare?"
He asked, softly. I nodded quickly, up and down. Mitch reached into his pants and started to fondle himself. I watched how his lips parted and his breaths began to get shallow and quick. He looked up at me, quizzically. I realized I was staring, and put my hand in my own pants and started to pull on my dick to get him hard. It wasn't difficult by any means. Standing before me was an incredibly handsome, built, attractive guy. I was hard almost immediately, but waited for his cue to take off my pants. I watched his eyebrows knit together in a little frown as he looked down at his bulge and then over at mine. His mouth kept opening a little wider, exposing his tongue, as his breath kept getting faster. He looked at me and moaned slightly.
"You're so skinny."
My face turned red.
"No, not trying to be mean. Can you take off your shirt?"
I was confused, but I did what he said. He began to masturbate more vigorously, and let his shorts fall to his ankles, but left his underwear on (a pair of red boxers). I followed suit.
"Take off your boxers."
Mitch ordered. I obeyed, allowing my fully erect cock to jump out and greet him.
"Can you turn around?"
I did.
"Man, I like your ass. You know your body kind of looks like a girl's?"
I turned back around, quick, and I was sure he could see the embarrassment in my face.
"No, I'm not being mean. I'm saying you're hot. You like masculine guys, right? So why would you want to be more masculine? Guys like me are attracted to women. I'm saying you're hot. I like your body."
I didn't know what to say. I'd never really thought about things from that perspective before. I felt humiliated, being compared to a girl, but I also felt good to be called hot by Mitch, and for him to like my body. Anyway, it felt right to be the more feminine one of the two. He was definitely the alpha male between us.
Mitch pulled his dick out, grunting softly as he did so. His dick was around the same size as mine, maybe a little shorter, but thicker. His balls, however, were even smaller than mine. His cock head was slippery with precum and he wiped his thumb across it several times, moaning.
"Do you like it? You like my dick?"
He asked.
"Yeah. I like it a lot."
Mitch smiled.
"Do you like mine too?"
I asked.
"Man, I do. But to be honest, I'm not really into dicks. I'm not gay. But I really like your ass. That makes me really horny."
I was quiet. These guys were all so confusing. What was even going on?
"Can you suck me? I really want it."
Mitch sounded so excited that it was turning me on. Even if I didn't like thinking about my body as girlish, I liked that he liked me. And I was glad he hadn't asked to fuck my ass.
"Please. Get down and suck it. I need it bad."
Mitch urged. He let a big wad of spit drool from his mouth and down onto his cock, where he wiped the saliva all over his rigid member. I didn't know what to do or say, but I felt compelled to listen to his commands. I got down on my knees, and looked up at his fat head, looming above me as he continued to stroke. Suddenly, he thumped his dick on my forehead.
"Oh man. You look cute down there."
He said. Then he pushed his fingers into my mouth and pried it open, before sliding his warm, thick boner into my mouth. I could feel a trail of salty precum as it made its way down my tongue and tickled my uvula. I gagged a little, and Mitch looked down at me with what I realized was a grin of pride. My choking had made him feel like 'the man'. I pushed my head forward, and let his dick shove itself into my uvula again and gagged. I felt an overwhelming desire to make Mitch feel good. I wanted to make him happy.
Mitch pushed his hand through my brown hair so that it was all off of my forehead. Then he grabbed the sides of my head and slowly pulled my head backwards, until only his head was inside my mouth, before pushing my head forward once again, until my nose was smashed into his crotch, prickly with growing pubic hair, and his dick was perched at the entrance to my throat again. He did this repeatedly, locking into a rhythm that began to get faster and faster. I was a little scared, feeling like I was gonna throw up, and worried about my teeth accidentally hurting his dick, but Mitch kept going. He began to grunt in a deep, guttural way, saying things like,
"Awww... oh man, yeah, fuck that's good."
I felt a sense of pride in being able to make Mitch feel so good. I wanted him to feel better than he'd ever felt his life, with any girl. Suddenly, he smashed my face into his crotch and held me there for what seemed like an eternity. I began to realize I couldn't breathe, and started to try to talk, to tell him to let me up, but was unable because my mouth was filled with his thick boner. I pushed against his broad, hairy thighs, struggling to get up. I felt a slap on the back of my head and finally I was set free, falling into my ass in the pine needles and gasping for air. Mitch looked pleased with himself.
"Sorry man, that feels so good. I love it when it's deep like that. I like it when you're struggling."
I felt precum leak from my dick when he said that last sentence.
"I like that I'm more masculine that you. That's actually pretty hot. I'm more dominant too. You're so submissive. You do what I say. You're a good boy. You're a good cocksleeve."
I moaned slightly, unable to hide how turned on I was, and Mitch grinned, wide.
"Get back up here and suck my cock you little... little good guy who does what I want. Fuck, I like you. Get my cock in your throat now. I'm gonna cum down your throat and you're gonna swallow everything."
I was starting to second guess things, wondering if it was a good idea. I hadn't seen such a commanding side of Mitch before, and it scared me. He made my decision for me, pulling me up by my arms and placing me on my knees right in front of his hard cock once again. My spit and his precum were mixed together, dripping off of the sides and the head of his excited boner.
"You're good."
Mitch said in his deep voice, husky and hoarse with desire. I wasn't quite sure what he even meant by that. He grabbed my ears and gently guided my mouth to his dick head. It slipped through my lips and invaded my mouth once more.
Mitch proceeded to face fuck me again, speeding up like a jackhammer. Occasionally he would slow down and, pressing my face deep into his crotch and stomach, reach over and touch my ass. This made me feel nervous, but I was quite literally pinned against his huge body, dick sheathed in my mouth, and his arms shoving me closer into him from the back side. I could do nothing. I could tell he wanted to fuck my ass, or at least was curious about it. He tried to get his fingers to my butthole, but with the position we were in, it was impossible, so he'd just rub his finger right on the edge of my crack, squirming and reaching it forward.
Finally, he focused on my mouth. He got into a good, steady rhythm, one hand on the back of my head to guide me, and with the other one he held the back of his own head. I liked watching his expressions as he face fucked me, liked seeing how they would flit quickly between one another. He would let out a deep groan one moment, eyes closed, and the next he would snap his eyes open, drop his mouth, and moan in a higher pitch (well, as high as his vocal chords were capable of anyway). He began to frown, and let out a long 'huhnnngggg', like he had just gotten a sharp blow and exhaled in shock and, and then a drawn out whimper of pleading.
Finally, he began to destroy my throat with abandon, and I could tell something was coming. His jaw dropped and he looked up towards the sky like he was seeing the second coming of Jesus or something, while letting out a deep, primal grunt, and slamming my face into his body so that his dick was as far into my throat as it would go. He held me, locked into position, with both hands, gripping so tightly I was scared he'd crush my skull.
A massive ejaculation of thick, sweet cum was shot into my throat with high speed; I choked, but couldn't budge my head an inch. Another fat wad of semen was thrown into my throat, and then another, and another. The voluminous puddles of ejaculate just kept coming, and I didn't understand how a man could cum so much. I typically shot maybe 3 loads, and they mostly dribbled out. Mitch's cum was a very thick, liquid texture, like yogurt, and it came out in massive shots that spurted far and fast. After 12 shots, he let go, and gently pulled his dick back into my mouth so that the last two shots would be on my tongue. I swallowed the salty-sweet gift immediately, and licked all around his cock, slithering my tongue all around it like a serpent, which made Mitch shudder and his eyes roll back into his head. He pushed me away, whining in what seemed to be a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Aw, man. I can't, that's so intense, boy."
He shivered and laughed, looking down at me.
"Lance, holy fuck. That was so good. Wow, thanks. That was incredible!"
He reached down and helped me to stand up and brush the pine needles off of my legs. I pulled my pants back up, and he even brushed those off for me as well.
"Thanks," I said, feeling incredibly proud of myself, "I really, really like your dick. I want to do that again."
Mitch grinned and pulled his pants back on. Just then, I saw Michael saunter over from a wooded area to our right. I swallowed, nervously.
"You lost us, huh?"
He asked.
Mitch whirled around.
"Oh, yeah... we sure did. We've been trying to find you."
He tried to play it off.
"Did you?"
Asked Michael in mock surprise, pretending to brush something off his shirt.
"Probably not gonna find us at the back of Mitch's throat, Lance."
Both of us froze. I felt like I was about to check out, mentally. Mitch looked like he was about to cry. I could see his throat bob as he swallowed nervously.
"Michael," he said softly, almost begging, "where are Bill and Tanner?"
Michael gave a little snicker.
"They're not anywhere near us. Don't worry. I'm the only one who saw your little escapade."
I had never seen Mitch, or any man, really, look so humiliated and subdued. His eyes were glassy, but he wasn't crying, and his shoulders were hunched over. He looked defeated.
"Please," he whispered, "please don't tell them, Michael. Please. You don't know how important this is to me. Please don't tell anyone at all."
I wanted to run over and hug him. He was probably just a second away from bursting into tears.
"Honestly Mitch, I'm just surprised you're a fag."
That's what did it. A single tear finally broke through the surface, and streamed down Mitch's red cheeks. Michael's entire demeanor changed at that moment. He was no longer cocky and callous, but looked dead serious.
"Well damn, Mitch. I didn't mean it like that. You're gonna upset me."
"What?"
Mitch queried as he wiped his face off with his palm; but a he did so, other lone tears escaped his eyes and ran down his cheeks. Michael looked hurt, as though he wasn't the one who had created the situation.
"I'm not gonna tell anyone, fuck. I never would. Don't cry, I really don't like that. Not because of me... I don't want you to cry cause of me. Or you."
He pointed at me. Mitch looked like he just remembered he existed. He said sorry to me, which made me realize that Mitch had no idea that Michael knew I was gay, and Michael hadn't said a word or implied a thing.
"Look, guys. It's not my business. Just forget I was here. But if you want to find the rest of the guys, follow me."
He put his arm around me and dragged me forward. Mitch followed. After a bit, when Mitch was out of ear shot, walking ahead of us, he grabbed my ass and whispered in my ear,
"You're gonna pay for that. Virgin? More like a little slut."
He shoved his finger up my ass crack, making me jump.
"Tonight you're gonna get so totally fucked you're not gonna even know what happened. And you'll see what a real man's cock is like."
I turned and shoved my face into his chest. Not hugging him exactly, but just burying my face in his chest. It was so warm through his shirt. After a moment he hugged me slightly, and placed his face onto my head. I wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but it seemed like he was smelling my hair. I wished he would kiss me. Even my head or my forehead. I loved him.
After a few seconds, he took his arms away and pulled my face from his chest using my ears.
"Can't let Mitch see. Come on, little guy."
We kept walking, deeper into the forest.
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