Straight Friend Found My Clone-A-Willy

I had ordered a clone-a-willy mostly as a joke because I wanted to try it and it sounded like a fun experience to make a dildo out of my own cock. Like why not? So I followed the instructions and mixed the molding powder, poured it into the clear plastic tube and inserted my erect member. And I thought that if I was gonna try to make a replica of my pride and joy it would need to be at its fullest capacity. Wouldn’t be any fun if it wasn’t as hard as I could be, right? So of course I was wearing a cock ring which made all my veins pop, pumping it with blood so it was swollen to obscenity adding a little extra length to my usual 7,5 inches. It was rock fucking hard. Finding it a little funny I laughed to myself, and then poured in the silicone, placing the vibrator in and left it to set. The next day the dildo was done. I took it out of the mold and it was surprisingly realistic. Every nook and cranny of my cock was etched into that silicone. The swollen head, the veins, the cock ring and even the texture of my skin. I was impressed, but did not have an end goal for this experiment. It was mostly just for fun as I said and since I usually had friends over I didn’t really know where to put it so I placed it in a drawer under a bunch of t-shirts. Seemed like an innocent enough place to put it and I’m the only one wearing my t-shirts so it would be safe. And then I forgot about it. 

Fast forward a few weeks to me and my friend Arthur jogging. We were both pretty fit with defined muscles and abs since we worked out on the regular. Nothing over the top but we took good care of ourselves and we liked to jog together every once in a while. That way we could push each other a little extra because let’s be real, we both wanted to win the competition of who could run the longest and fastest. Today’s goal was a 5K which was easy enough, we’d done it loads of times before and I usually won. 

“Come on, if you want to win you have to catch up!” I shouted as I took a quick peek behind me. Arthur seemed to be caught off guard and I swear I saw his eyes looking at my ass. 

“Oh please, I can win if I want to!” He shouted back. 

“Mmmm, I’ll believe it when I see it!” 

We continued running, me a little bit ahead and him behind me and without a warning I turned and looked and there his eyes were once again, glued to my ass. I raised my eyebrows and shouted “Like what you see?” 

“You wish!” 

“Then stop staring at my ass and run ahead of me, we’re almost done!”

I could instantly hear his pace quickening and I knew this was the wind-up to his last amount of energy being used in an attempt to beat me. I let him run past me and acted surprised when he stuck out his tongue while passing. I knew he thought he had won. Our route ended at a big tree, an oak tree to be exact, and the rules were that the first one to touch it wins. We saw it in the distance, robust and full of leaves. 

“Looks like I’m gonna win!” He shouted with such a confident smile. 

“Is that so?” I shouted back and increased my speed to match his, running up beside him. 

I saw in his face that he really, really wanted to win and I was almost tempted to give it to him. But winning against him was always as much fun because he was kind of a sore loser. And an even worse winner. Always rubbing it in my face, but I was a more gentle winner mostly teasing him which he seemed to hate more than when I was rubbing it in his face too. It was just too much fun to tease him. 

“How does it feel like to be a loser?” I said before I took off and placed my hand on the rough bark of the tree. 

“Fuck you!” Was all I could hear behind me. 

After both of us had come to a halt and was panting while supporting ourselves on the tree I said “You wish,” and winked at him jokingly. The look he gave me back was something I couldn’t quite decipher, it was flirty but at the same time not. It made a wave shoot across my body causing me to shiver a little before it landed in my crotch. I felt my cock stir and swell a little and tried my best to make that come to a halt as well so that he wouldn’t notice. Being dressed in a sweat soaked t-shirt and shorts with a jock strap made a quite visible bulge as it was since my cock was a little over 5 inches soft, so this was not ideal. Thankfully I was hunched over a little so I was able to hide it until it subsided. 

“Are you ever gonna let me win?” He asked. 

“Hmmmm, no, I don’t think I will,” I answered while I put my hand on my chin. 

“You’re an asshole sometimes,” he countered with. 

“An asshole that’s faster than you though,” I said and punched him on the arm. 

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go to your place and have some water.” 

I lived close to the oak, could even see it from my living room window, and it was a glorious tree. I had always had a fascination with the life cycle of trees. How the leaves changed colors and dropped to the ground when the big beast reclaimed its energy to survive the coming months of winter. How each year they grew thousands of leaves back and added a ring inscribed deep within the bark. My favourite color was when they were yellow, I just found it calming. 

Said and done we were at my apartment door both of us drenched in sweat still half panting but on the road to recovery. I unlocked it and both of us tried to walk inside at the same time causing us to trip over each other’s legs falling to the floor. Arthur landed first and I landed on him. My crotch pressed against his ass, my torso against his back and I could smell his sweaty aroma so clearly. I tried to stand up as fast as I could but was somehow unable to, slipping on the floor. That familiar feeling of my cock swelling with blood quickly came back against my will. 

“Ouch, what the fuck,” he said and laughed a little. 

“I think we’re both to blame,” I said and laughed a little too once I had gotten up on my feet again. 

I walked straight into the kitchen to avoid him seeing the obvious tent in my shorts. He must have felt it press against him? Should I say something? Do I pretend like it didn’t happen? I didn’t know how to approach the situation. He knew I was bi and he had said before that he was curious but we didn’t really talk about stuff like that. Mostly just worked out or went jogging. Not close friends but still comfortable with each others company. 

“Not taking off your running shoes?” He asked and I could hear the smile on his face. 

“Too thirsty, I’m parched!” Was all I answered trying to avoid him. 

He didn’t live too far away from me so he would soon be gone. Just drink the glass of water, talk a little about whatever and then this whole situation is over I thought to myself. 

After filling up two glasses with water I placed one beside me on the counter without turning and started drinking from the other. I downed it in one go spilling some on my t-shirt but it didn’t matter since it was already soaked in sweat. Arthur came up behind me and took the glass from the counter. He didn’t drink nearly as fast as me and just sipped on it while I took my shoes off in the kitchen. 

I put both hands on the counter and leaned forward, then banged them both. 

“Damn, it feels good to have runners high,” I half shouted. 

“It sure does,” he said back and also banged his hand on the counter. 

Finally I turned around towards him after the obvious arousal had dissipated. We just looked at each other for a few seconds not saying anything. I turned and looked out the window onto the oak. It really was such a beautiful tree, but in my peripheral vision I could see his eyes looking down to my cock. Thank god it’s back to normal. 

“Mind if I steal a t-shirt, don’t wanna walk back home in this one,” he said while lifting his arm and motioning to the obvious pit stain he was sporting. 

I was transfixed by the oak. It was just starting to change colors. From the green hue barely turning yellow. My favourite color. 

“Sure man, they’re in the drawer to the left in the closet,” I answered. 

“Sweet,” was his response. 

A few seconds went by before I realised where I had sent him. I had completely forgotten about the clone-a-willy hiding under the t-shirts and was panicked with the realisation. 

“Hey, wait, on second thought I have another one you can take,” I said as I started walking towards the closet. 

“Oh, my, god,” he answered. 

I was too late. He had already found it. 

“So this is what’s hiding in those shorts?” He said as he turned around with his hand gripping around the dildo.  

“Okay, look, I can explain,” was all I could get out. 

“Yes, please do,” he answered and smiled before looking down on the replica of my rock hard cock. Over 7,5 inches in length and 6 inches in circumference. 

“It was just for fun. Give it back, this is embarrassing!” I said and tried to reach out for it. 

He put it behind his back blocking me from reclaiming my literal private part.

“I knew you had a big cock from the bulge in your shorts but this is something else.”

“Come on, stop messing with me.”

“With a cock ring too? Damn man, feels thick.”

“Oh my god, please stop and just give it back.”

“Please, I know you like me seeing it. Don’t pretend,” he said and gave me another look I couldn’t quite decipher. 

I stood silent for a few seconds. 

“Please give it back,” I said and reached out with my hand. 

Though he was right. I did enjoy him seeing it in all its glory. Swollen, rock hard and veins looking like they’re about to explode. I was proud of it. But I didn’t want to let him know he was right, so I played his little game as best I could. 

“You didn’t say no? I think you do like it,” he said menacingly taunting me. 

What was his end game? What was his goal? Why was he doing all this instead of just handing it over or acting like he never saw it? I knew he was bicurious, he had said it before. But I didn’t think it meant he was curious about me. He had never displayed that kind of behaviour towards me before, this was new. But two can play this game. 

“I think YOU like it. I can hear you examining it with your fingers behind your back,” I said looking him in the eye. His expression changed slightly, he realised what he was doing, what he was holding, what he was keeping from me. He tensed up a little. 

“Hmmm, nothing to say anymore?” I asked. 

“Wait,” was all he said. 

“Wait what?” 

I looked down and saw he was tenting in his shorts. 

“Would you look at that. It seems to me that you do like it,” I said and nodded towards his growing boner. 

“It’s just so big? Of course I wanted to look a little closer,” he said sounding a little ashamed. “Besides, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, you know that right?”. 

“And what do you mean by that?” I asked raising my eyebrow slightly. 

He took the dildo out from behind him and looked at it again. I didn’t mind it this time, I wanted to see where he was going with this. Besides, I really did like that it was having this effect on him. How it seemed to hypnotize him in a sort a way. He looked at it a little too long before he came to his senses. 

“This dude!” He said wiggling it. 

“What about it?” I asked sounding coy. 

“It’s…” He said before turning silent. 

I refused to fill the silence. I just looked at him and waited for him to finish his sentence. 

“It’s so fucking hot,” he said now meeting my gaze. 

So fucking hot. His exact words. In verbatim. I felt a surge of pride going through me and his compliment inflated my ego. It was obvious he wanted it now. As clear as black on white. Question was though if he was willing to do anything now or if we would just put the dildo down and part ways for the day. He was tenting pretty hard though. 

“Excuse me, I didn’t quite hear you. Can you say that again?” I asked and smiled. 

“Don’t make me say it again.” 

He looked down at the dildo again and licked his lips this time. I just looked at him and crossed my arms. 

“I said… It’s so fucking hot.” 

“I thought I heard you say that, but why would a straight guy think a cock is so fucking hot?” 

“Oh please, you know I’m bicurious and I think I’ve given you more than one hint I think you’re hot,” he said and held the dildo out waiting for me to take it back. 

I grabbed it, our hands touching briefly but it felt like so much more. I can’t explain it. That little touch set my skin on fire. 

“Okay, so what does that mean?” I asked.

I looked down and his tent was now at full mast. I swear I saw it throb. And then I noticed that I was tenting again as well. Without realising my cock had filled with blood and was screaming for attention. It seems that I liked it too. Maybe a little too much.  

“It means…” he said with a brief pause. “That I want to suck your cock.” 

“For real?” 

“For real,” he answered and nodded. 

“Have you sucked someone off before?” 

“A few times but only when I was drunk.” 

“And you’re sure about this?” I asked while adjusting my boner. He looked down at it. 

“I am, and it looks like you are too.” 

“Hang on, let me think about this for a second.” 

I put the dildo down in the drawer and turned away from him. I walked out into the living room and looked out at the oak again. It always seemed to calm me down. Bring me back to my senses. 

Okay, so he wanted to suck me off. Then what? Would we act like nothing had happened? Would he want to suck me off again some time? Would he regret it and just stop being my friend as a result? He did say he had done it before so that’s a good sign. I grabbed my cock through my shorts. God it needed to release. I almost let out a moan. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Arthur said. He had come out into the living room too. 

“You know what?” I said, still facing the opposite way. “Let’s do it.” 

He was silent for a few seconds, like he needed to register what I just had said. I turned around to face him and looked at him. Stroking against my cock through the fabrics of both my shorts and the jockstrap. He gawked at me as I fondled myself in front of him. 

“I could use a release.” 

“I didn’t think you’d let me,” he said and sounded so relieved. As if he had somehow almost messed everything up. 

“You can if you want to, but I have one condition.” 

“Should I be scared?” He asked and laughed a little. 

“Depends, you said you thought the clone-a-willy was so fucking hot,” I said and looked him in the eyes. 

“I did say that,” he answered and looked away. 

“So, if you want to suck me off I thinks it’s only fair you get the full experience so If we’re gonna do this, I’m gonna wear the cock ring.” 

His expression changed and he looked shocked, intrigued and scared all at the same time. He needed a few extra seconds to register that as well it seemed. 

“Okay, that sounds fair,” he said and licked his lips again. 

I started walking slowly towards him. Our eyes meeting, almost like we were having a conversation just by sight alone. He looked nervous. I tried to convey to him that everything was alright. No need to be nervous. I was standing right in front of him, so near there was only a few inches of space between us. 

“Here, feel it.” 

I grabbed his hand and guided it to my cock. I placed it on the outside of my shorts and held his hand there for a few seconds before slowly rubbing it up and then down the length of my shaft. I let go of his hand. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he said as he continued to rub up and down. 

I couldn’t help it and let out a moan and as I did he inhaled sharply. 

“You like that?” He asked. 

“I do, it feels good.”

He tried to grab around it through my shorts and the feeling was amazing. Truly. But I wanted him to hold it just as it was. Feel his warm skin against it. 

“I think you should slide your hand in and wrap your fingers around it,” I said in an almost too seductive voice. I even caught myself off guard with it.  

I lifted my hand and grabbed the lining for both my shorts and the jockstrap and pulled it out slightly, enough for his hand to have a welcome entry. He slowly slid his hand in and when he finally grabbed ahold of my cock I moaned again. This time a little louder. It was such a nice feeling. 

“It feels so thick dude.” 

“It is thick too,” I said and winked. 

All inhibitions were lost after this point. I was just too horny. His tent wasn’t going down either. We were really doing this now. 

“Tell me you want to see it.” 

Just as I finished saying that he slowly started jerking it, making me moan once again. He didn’t answer straight away but instead played with it a little. He inhaled a long breath. 

“I want to see it.” 

That’s all the confirmation I needed. I grabbed ahold of the lining to my shorts a jockstrap once again and pulled them down freeing my cock from its confines. He let go of it so he could see all of it. He just looked at it for a few seconds, not saying anything. I was worried he had changed his mind. 

“It’s even hotter in the flesh.” 

“I’m glad you like it, but I still need the cock ring,” I said and pulled my foreskin down to reveal the head. 

“Please can I just taste it one time before?”

“No, you can’t. You wait until I say you can.” 

My choice of words and demeanour once again caught myself off guard. But I slipped the shorts and jockstrap off and as I walked into my bedroom to fetch the ring I took my t-shirt and pulled it off me, throwing it to the floor in the process. He just stood there watching my every move. I stopped at the doorway and positioned myself so I faced the frame showing the silhouette of my naked body. Still sweaty from the workout, defined muscles, raging hard on and a sly grin on my face. I grabbed the base of my cock and jerked it a few times while looking right at him. 

“Be right back, oh and by the way. I want you to be naked too when I get back.” 

I didn’t stay long enough to let him answer, I just went inside and put the ring on around my cock, as if it could get any harder than it already was. I could feel it pulse. It ached to be touched. To be sucked. To release. 

As I walked out again his clothes were on the floor. He was sitting on the sofa, legs spread apart with a hand over his boner. 

“Remove your hand Arthur, I want to see all of you,” I said while slowly walking towards him again. My cock swaying side to side with each step.

“It’s not as big as yours,” he answered. 

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t care about that. It’s not a competition.” 

“Yeah, well, you’d win that too you asshole.” 

I laughed at his comment. We both did. It put us more at easy with the situation. And then he removed his hand. His cock was really nice. Thick, uncut like me, veins in all the right places but not quite as long as mine. He didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about either though. I wanted to taste it so bad.

“Are you ready to taste my cock?” I asked having stopped just a few inches from him. 

It was parallel with his mouth and I could feel his breath on it. My foreskin was pulled back exposing the head. It pulsed before him. It was so fucking hard. All I wanted was for him to wrap his lips around it and take it in his mouth. I yearned for it. 

He grabbed ahold of it by the base. “I’m ready.” 

As he wrapped his lips around it time seemed to stop. It was only us two and nothing else. It felt amazing. I moaned once again from his treatment and it seemed to egg him on. At first he just played with the head, circling it with his tongue, wrapping his lips around it and pushing it in and out of his mouth. He stopped for a moment and slowly jerked it. 

“You know, I’ve been wanting to do this for quite some time now.” 

“Enjoy the moment then, and just so you know, I have a tendency to cum quite a lot.” 

His eyes widened. “Even better.” 

He continued to suck on it but pushed it further and further into his mouth. All I could do was to enjoy it. He was amazing at it. He started jerking it off and twisting it at the same time as he sucked on it and it sent me into overdrive. I just moaned and moaned. Our eyes met and I flashed a smile at him in between my moans. I had to push him off or I would have blown my load. 

“Oh my fucking god, where did you learn to do that?” I asked almost panting from the treatment. 

“I saw it in a porn video and it looked nice so I tried it,” he answered and shrugged. 

“It felt amazing, but I don’t want to blow my load just yet. Go slower, enjoy the moment, taste my cock, play with it. And let me sit down, I want you on your knees.” 

He nodded and looked so pleased with himself. We switched places and he got down on his knees in front of me. 

“Say aaaah,” I joked. 

“Shut up man,” he laughed back at me. 

He grabbed it again but this time he didn’t wrap his lips around it. He kissed it. First the base, then the side all the way up to the head, then the head, all while looking at me, gauging my reaction. 

“Having fun?” I asked

“Mhmm, sure am,” he answered. 

“You like the taste of my cock?”

“Tastes salty but I like it.” 

“Yeah, I just realised I haven’t showered from the run yet.” 

He licked my cock from the base up to the head and then kissed it again. 

“It’s fine, I’m enjoying it a lot.” 

“Looks like it,” I chuckled. 

He looked at me, raised his eyebrow and then pushed himself as far down on it as he could. I gasped loudly. 

“Fucking hell,” was all I got out. 

He slowly slid himself off of it and when he was at the head he quickly pushed himself as far down as he could again. I gasped once more. He continued to slowly slide it out of his mouth and then quickly push himself down on it again. Each time he got a little further down. It felt unbelievable. It was so erotic. So sensual. So good. 

“You’re amazing at this,” I said and placed my hand around his head with my fingers through his hair. 

He looked up at me with his mouth full of my cock. His eyes said so much. He was really enjoying himself. Enjoying making me feel good. But he stopped. Grabbed it with his hand again and started slowly jerking it. 

“I was thinking…” 

I knew what he was gonna say even before he said it. It was so clear. 

“If you maybe wanted to fuck me?” 

I was too horny to say no. Too hard to refuse him. Too worked up to turn him down. 

“You sure you can take it?”

“I can at least try, you have lube don’t you?” 

“I do, condoms too,” I said. 

“No, I want to feel you raw inside of me.” 

It caught me a little off guard but I was down. I knew it would feel amazing. That he would love it as much as I would. 

“Where do you want me to fuck you then?” I asked and smiled. 

“On your bed, that seems like the easiest,” he answered and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock again. 

“Shit, yeah, that sounds good.” 

He stood up and took my hand leading me into my bedroom. It felt like such a tender moment. We stopped at the edge of the bed where he kissed me, leaned into me and put his weight on me so we both fell onto the bed. Me on my back and him over me. Our cocks touched. He straddled me and took both our members in his hand and started jerking them. He spit on them to make them glide smoother against each other. It felt amazing.  

“Your cock feels amazing against mine,” I moaned to him. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he moaned back. 

I grabbed him and turned him so he was under me instead. Legs spread beneath me giving me access to his hole. He gasped as my cock pressed slightly against it. 

“Oh my god,” he whispered. 

I kissed his neck and he tilted his head to the other side giving me more room to explore. I love getting my neck kissed and he seemed to enjoy it as well. I started venturing more and more south down to his collarbones, his nipples, abs, bellybutton, the very clear V-cut on his stomach leading down to his cock. I paused and looked up at him and he nodded. I knew he needed no teasing, he was ready. So I took it all the way to the base in one motion. All of his cock down my throat and I felt his pubes tickle my nose a little. He hit his hand hard on the mattress. 

“Shit! Oh fuck!” He screamed. 

I loved his reaction. I held myself there for a few more seconds before I released myself and slid off him. 

“You like that?” I asked while I smacked it against my tongue three times. 

“I love it,” he moaned. 

I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it for long if I played with him too much so I didn’t suck him more than a few minutes but he was in heaven, I could tell. 

“Ready to let me fuck you?” 

“Yes sir.”

“Sir?” I said and laughed 

“Shut up,” he laughed back. 

I got the lube out and squeezed some onto his hole and smeared it out with my cock, smacking his hole with the head a few times. He closed his eyes and moaned. Another squeeze onto my cock and then I lubed it up so that every inch was slippery and ready to enter him. 

“Just relax, it’s gonna hurt a little at first but it will go away,” I told him. 

“I know, this isn’t my first time, but I’m not used to your size,” he answered. 

“It will be fine. We’ll go slow, let me know if it hurts too much.” 

He nodded and with that I placed the head of my cock against his hole. Pushed at it slightly feeling it open up we both moaned. I withdrew and smacked it against him again and he inhaled sharply. I smiled at him and he smiled back. 

“Ready?” 

“Ready,” he answered. 

It felt unbelievable as I entered him seeing the head of my cock disappear into his hole. He groaned like it hurt and I stopped. 

“No, it’s fine, keep going.” 

I continued to slowly slide into him inch by inch until I was about halfway in. He was so incredibly warm and tight. I could spend an eternity inside him. 

“I’m gonna stay like this so you can adjust to my size okay?” 

“Yeah, please do,” he said. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes without talking. Just letting him adjust until I withdrew again, he let out a huge moan as it popped out. 

“Shit dude, it’s fucking huge.” 

“It is, and it’s going inside you again,” I answered. 

This time it slid inside much easier and he showed no signs of discomfort. Halfway in and there was only moaning coming from him so I slid in deeper this time. And then slowly out again. 

“You good?” 

“Yeah, keep going, it feels good.” 

I smacked it against his hole once again and I knew I had him wrapped around my finger at this point so I wanted to test him. 

“I want to hear you say you want my big hard cock inside you.” 

He looked at me with an expression that said “Really?” and I just gave him a sly grin back. 

“Say it,” I said as I pushed against his hole. 

“Please fuck me, I want to feel you inside me” 

“Good boy, how badly do you want it?” I asked and pushed it in a little deeper. 

“So bad, I want it all the way in.” 

“Balls deep?” 

“Balls fucking deep,” he said moaning. 

And as I slid every inch at my disposal into him making me almost momentarily black out from the sensation he moaned so loud I thought the neighbours would hear us. 

“Oh my fucking god, you feel so good,” I blurted out. 

He just moaned again. I slowly withdrew from his depths and then with a little more force planted my cock balls deep inside him once more. He moaned just like before. Each time I withdrew I added more speed and he was loving it. Letting me know how much he was enjoying himself with a moan each time. It felt sensational to fuck him and he was taking it like a champ. Having worked up some speed we were really going at it now. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned. “You feel so good please don’t stop.” 

I increased the pace, fucking him harder and faster than before. His eyes rolled back into his head. The sounds of me going all the way inside him was so hot. 

“Shit, I’m coming, I’m coming, Oh my fucking god, I’m coming,” he blurted out. 

He almost screamed with pleasure as he shot stream after stream of cum onto himself. The first one hit his own face, the second hit his chin, the third his chest, and the rest his stomach. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” was all he could get out. 

I was super close as well pumping away like a maniac into him. I looked down and saw my cock sliding in and out of his hole, it was so hard with the cock ring. I loved seeing myself plunging into him like that. I looked back at him, his eyes still rolled back. 

“Tell me you want my cum,” I moaned. 

“I want it, please give it to me,” he moaned back. 

“What do you want?” I asked still pumping into him. 

“Your cum, I want your cum.” 

“Get ready,” I moaned. 

A few last strokes and I pulled out and almost immediately started shooting all over him. I moaned so hard I thought I damaged my vocal cords as my first stream of cum also hit him in the face. The second one still landing on his face. The force dissipating with the third and the rest but still shooting a good amount. I moaned a little with each stream shooting out of me. 

“Fuck that’s so hot,” he said. 

I needed to come to back to reality again after that orgasm. I just stood there for a little while slowly regaining consciousness. I snapped back and saw that he was drenched in our cum. My cock still hard and swollen. 

“Slide it in one more time before we stop,” he said. 

“Beg me,” I answered. 

“Please, I’m begging you. I want it balls deep one more time.” 

I pushed it in all the way with one swift movement and he moaned loudly. I withdrew and slammed it in once more. He moaned again. A third time and then I pulled it out. 

“That’s all you get for now.”