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Description Joey promised a really hot guy he could suck both his dicks. Only he just has the one, so he really needs to borrow his roommate’s. Don’t worry, he’ll return it.

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My new roommate Joey has been acting strange lately, but the other day I started to wonder if he’s actually nuts. You know, like “I needed to talk to campus housing right away” nuts.

Here’s what happened. He burst into our room that afternoon looking like he was on a mission, like he had to save the earth from an extinction-size asteroid or something.

“Dude, I need to borrow your cock,” he said, breathlessly. He had his hand out like he was asking for a condom or something.

I looked up from my organic chem homework and stared at him. He was just standing there, panting like he’d run here from across campus or something. Waiting for me to hand him my cock.

“I’ll give it back, I promise,” he said insistently. The harsh overhead fluorescents brought out a faint sheet of sweat on his brow, from the exertion of running or from emotional turbulence I wasn’t sure.

I sat there staring back at him, aghast. No words would come. I was seriously having trouble processing what he was saying. It occurred to me to wonder which of us was having the psychotic break.

He glanced behind him. Was he afraid of someone? Was there some kind of cock mafia after him? Did he owe somebody “five large” or something? None of this was making any sense to me at all.

“Look,” he said, apparently edging a little into desperation as he searched the hallway behind him, “I just need to borrow that huge cock you have now thanks to me.” He was paying more attention to the hallway at the moment than the guy he was talking gibberish to (viz., me). I looked around him into the corridor. There was no one there.

I knew for a fact he hadn’t seen me naked or even close—for one thing, he was never around, and for another, I’m guarded about my dick. (I’ve always been ashamed of its size. You’d think I’d grown up with a small one, I’m so reticent about it, but as I sat there I could feel its size and heaviness even as it slumbered in my briefs.) How had he found out?

Then I remembered. Last week. Me, him, and alcohol. To celebrate the first Friday of the semester I’d brought a lot of beer back to the dorm and we had a little to much of it, or I did, anyway. We’d talked about cock size, and eventually I told him about my big guy, or rather confirmed his assumptions that I was big—though I refused to get it hard for him despite a boozy curiosity on my part. I still wasn’t sure about Joey. He was cute, but also kind of intense, even for an anxious freshman. Plus he was planning to declare as a poli-sci major. Those people are weird.

And as memories of that night surfaced in patches in my mind I kind of remembered that after he’d had three or four beers he was trying to confide in me, but without actually confiding in me: you know, he let on something about this gift someone had given him before he left home for college, and that he didn’t know what to do with it and he was kind of scared of it, but then he wouldn’t tell me anything more about it. And I was thinking to myself, what kind of “gift” would someone be afraid of? Had someone sent him an angry tiger? And then he changed the subject back to cocks, I think, and the only other thing I remembered was that after his sixth beer he passed out.

Then as I was pondering all that, the rest of what he’d just said hit me, and it not only made no sense, it bugged me. “What do you mean, ‘thanks to’—?” I started to demand.

“Right, right, sorry. I meant the huge cock you showed me that you’ve always had. C’mon, you’re the one who told me it comes off!” he added, and when he said that his voice sounded kind of weird, like what he said sort of hung in the air for a second, and it almost seemed that his eyes flashed. His hand was still outstretched.

I glared at him. I felt my face get hot. “I never should have told you that,” I said angrily. I still wasn’t sure I really had, but I obviously must have. “I never tell anyone that.” Not since that night at summer camp with Bill Hofstra when he pulled it off and screamed and threw it into the bushes and never met me behind the boat house again. He never even looked at me again.

Joey had taken a step closer, dropping his hand to his side. He looked really upset. “I’m serious, dude. I’ll give it back. Do you think I won’t? C’mon, it doesn’t even matter if I do. You know it’ll revert right back onto your crotch again by tomorrow anyway!” he said, and again there was something funny about how he said it. His eyes were bright and his face flushed. “C’mon, you got nothing to lose,” he insisted.

Amazingly enough I was starting to consider lending him my dick. After all, he was right. Even if he lost it or something, it’s not like I’d be totally fucked. But still—look, if your dick came off, I’ll bet you dollars to donuts that you wouldn’t hand it over to anyone, let alone your weird roommate you’ve only known for two weeks. Reversions or not.

And just like that I was done wavering. This was ridiculous. “No,” I said firmly. There was no way I was sitting around all night dickless. I can’t even describe to you how unnerving that is.

“C’mon,” he said, glancing over his shoulder again. He looked back at me, looking me over rapidly, almost as if he were considering what he could say that could convince me. “You told me it comes back a little bigger anyway?” he said, his eyebrows raised, and there was that weirdness in the air again, and that glint in his eyes.

I glowered at him. I have got to stop drinking that much beer—I’d told him everything I never tell anyone. Meanwhile Joey was excited about this new angle. “Hell, it’s awesome that it comes back bigger, dude,” he said breathlessly. “I’m surprised you don’t pull it off every night.”

“It’s big enough,” I said, frowning. Which was true. And my big-enough cock was stirring at that very moment. It likes me thinking about how big it is. I felt it waking up, and quickly too, trying to grow and uncoil inside my packed basket, but there was not much room for it to expand into. It’s big. A little too big, to be honest. And really, the main thing is, being without it was still too—upsetting—to be worth the increase in size, usually.

I slapped away his outstretched hand. “Forget it.” I turned resolutely back to my homework as if turning my back on him would make him and this whole conversation go away.

Please,” he pleaded, glancing behind him.

I slammed my hand down on my desk. “Look, what the fuck is this all about, Joey?” I asked, not turning around.

“I just—I made a big mistake.” I turned around in time to see a look of distress crossing his face. “You know Kevin in the next building? Really sexy muscle jock? Never wears a shirt apparently?”

I nodded. I’d seen Kevin shirtless a few times already this year, when I’d been visiting the other building for study sessions with the kid from my class who just happened to live on his floor. Kevin—damn, he was hot. The beast in my jeans, already awake from all this talk about him, throbbed a little at the visual memory.

“Well, he always has to have it better than anyone. I mean, shit, he’s got the best car, the biggest pecs, the tightest abs, the hottest friends. Best of everything. And that means he wants a fuck partner with more cock than anyone. And, jeez, I wanted him so bad. I’ve been getting crazy about him. Do you know he’s started going to some of his classes shirtless? I really, really needed him—”

So?” I broke in impatiently, trying to ignore my chubbing cock. Some part of my brain—the part connected to my cock—was making a mental note to try to add whatever class Kevin was going to shirtless.

“So—I knew I could only get him by appealing to his drive to always have more and better than anyone else. It wasn’t enough for me to have a big cock—there’s tons of monster cock on campus. I had to trump all that.” I opened my mouth to ask him about this, but he barreled on. “So—I told him I have two big cocks.”

“What!?” I said, beyond baffled now by the inexplicable workings of this kid’s twisted brain.

“And it worked. Now he’s, like obsessed with wanting to suck them. He just told me at the dining hall. He wants them right now.” He looked at me plaintively.

“Dude, why did you—?”

Joey was now talking really fast. “Look, I thought I could make it happen, okay? But I can’t make the suggest thing work on myself! It never occurred to me that I couldn’t—” (I was shaking my head—what the hell was he talking about?) “—and then I tried suggesting him, to get him to calm down, and I guess that didn’t work—I don’t know why, maybe I got too scared, or maybe he’s too fixated, or—so all I could think of was yours, and how easy you were to suggest. I mean, it’s perfect, I just had to make it so it comes off so I could borrow it, and that worked—”

“Joey, you’re babbling. You’re not making any sense. And even if I—if you—”

Joey wasn’t listening. His eyes were darting around as if his story were a little loose in his head. “—And, oh, and there was the other thing I had to, but—oh right! Right!” He swallowed quickly, and then went on, really fast and rapid-fire right at me: “Dude, I know this will work because you told me it’ll attach to anyone else, at least until it reverts back to you, his own cock growing to match it in size, and—”

I noticed his eyes glint again and that strange tone in his voice. I wasn’t sure of it before, but I was this time. And even though I didn’t know what it meant I was starting to get upset by these strange telltale signs of—of something. Joey was pushing me around somehow. I was getting riled up by his aggressiveness, and his desperation. I realized he was standing closer now—his hand was on my shoulder. I pushed it off, standing up to face him. “Joey, stop it! Just stop! There’s no way I’m doing that! Fuck, I only tried that once, and it felt so weird—!”

“There you are,” said a calm voice, and everything changed.

Joey whipped around and backed his slim form against my taller, more muscular bod. Instinctively, and without really realizing it, I took his shoulders in my hands as we stared agape at the vision, the god, leaning negligently against our doorframe, scratching a bare, hard-chiseled midriff that, thanks to the harsh overhead lighting, was barely visible in the shadows cast by his pecs. He was smiling warmly, as if we were all close friends and Joey and I had just come home from a long trip.

But while his smile included both of us, his eyes were fixed on Joey. “I came to collect what you offered,” Kevin said softly, his voice a medium-high baritone that nonetheless resonated deep into every cell in my body. It felt like my DNA was getting a hard-on. I pulled Joey a bit closer to me. I realized my monster dick had somehow managed to get completely and totally hard, standing almost straight up in my briefs, the base of the shaft pressed against Joey’s unexpectedly firm, round ass. From the soft panting I could hear I guessed Joey was in a similar state of instant super-arousal.

More than that I could feel Joey’s tension and anxiety. In my hormone-flooded brain the thought resurfaced that Joey couldn’t deliver on what Kevin wanted, and now that I was confronted with his situation face to face my heart unexpectedly went out to him. I somehow managed to find my voice. “Maybe he doesn’t want—” I started to say.

“Oh, he wants,” Kevin broke in. “In fact, he’s the one who pointed it out to me. Remember, Joey? When you stood in line behind me at orientation, and you were gushing about how I must turn everyone on and give all the guys instant boners? Remember?”

“Y-yes,” Joey said glumly. He sounded almost apologetic.

Kevin took a step into the room, getting more arousing even with the slight increase in proximity. “And you even, quite correctly, mentioned that I can have any guy I want.” He kept coming toward us, and my cock felt like it was trying to get as huge as he was attractive. Joey’s ass pressed hard against it.

Kevin was now inches away. My hands wanted to reach out for him, but I was almost a little frightened of how intoxicating he was and I wrapped them across Joey’s chest instead. Joey, with nothing to hold onto and in any case the object of Kevin’s arousal, was already reaching out to feel Kevin’s massive pecs with both hands.

“And you’re the guy I want, Deuce,” he said, as if claiming Joey had given him naming rights, too.

Joey was clearly wildly uncertain what to do. “B—but—” he objected feebly, even as he mauled Kevin’s oversized chest.

I felt like I had to do something. I had to stand up for Joey. Joey was pushing me around somehow, but this male deity had Joey in a corner. “Just—just give us a second,” I said abruptly, and Kevin flicked his deep brown eyes up to meet mine—and shit, my boner felt like it got a hard-on. I was surprised how husky my voice sounded. “One second, I promise, and then he’s all yours.”

Kevin grinned, the complacent grin of a guy who never doubted he’d get what he wanted. “You want to kiss him goodbye? Go ahead, man,” he said. “I’ll give you a couple minutes alone for a nice send-off. But remember: those,” he added, directing two-fingered gesture at Joey’s crotch while keeping his eyes on me, “are mine.” He tossed a quick air kiss at Joey and then headed casually back into the hallway, giving us a spectacular view of a tightly packed spherical muscle ass so awesome I hadn’t even been aware they could get that awesome, and left the room as promised. He even closed the door after him.

Joey wheeled to face me, still inside my arms. “What—?” he said, panicked. “I don’t—!”

“Relax.” I took a deep breath. “Take it.”

Joey’s eyes grew big. “Really?”

I smiled. “Really. Hurry up before I change my mind.” And he didn’t need to be told twice. I felt his hand reach for my jeans and fumble to open the button and the fly, and soon his cool hand was wrapped around my two-sizes-too-large superhard cock. I waited for the tug that would pull it off, but he paused, and stared into my eyes a second.

“You told me something else last week when you were really drunk,” he said, his eyes gazing deep into mine. “You said that if someone pulled your cock off when you were really, really boned—”

I was faintly panting myself now, and all I could see was his eyes.

“—it doesn’t revert, you grow a new one,” he breathed.

I stared at him, and then I nodded slowly. I remembered that sensation, the one time it happened. Somewhere, my one real, all the way high school fling, Ben Lee, had probably finally gotten used to having two big cocks, one of which used to me mine. And now, Joey would too.

I leaned forward almost imperceptibly and my mouth was covering his, and as we kissed he grasped my cock firmly and pulled, and it didn’t feel like he was pulling off my cock, it was like he was hauling a huge new cock right out of my nuts. I kissed him harder, my cock—my new cock that he’d yanked into existence—already huge and throbbing even as I felt him shove my old one into his own shorts. Then his hand was out of the way and he was grinding his own monster cock against mine—no! I realized with a thrill—he was grinding two monster cocks against mine.

There was a polite knock at the door. I separated us enough to look down. Two beautiful cocks were towering out of his jeans, exposing a full six inches of palm-thick bone-hard cock above a straining waistband damp from cockdrool. I grinned. “They look amazing on you,” I said softly, truthfully. My own cock, sticking straight up out of my briefs and truly glad to be unconstrained by my own open jeans, pumped at the amazing sight.

He looked up at me with a flood of gratitude visible in every muscle and movement. “Thank you,” he breathed.

“Just—take good care of them,” I whispered back.

The door was already opening. Joey turned back around, still inside my embrace. Kevin was there, and I not only sense in my huge thick boner the renewed exposure to Kevin’s mesmerizing beauty, but I could just almost feel Joey’s beasts getting even stiffer and in urgent need of attention—there was some kind of a link between Joey’s cocks and mine.

Kevin was right up against Joey now, but he spared an inquiring glance at me. Joey quickly said, staring straight into Kevin’s eyes, “You don’t mind if he stays and watches…”

It sounded like it could have been a question, but somehow, at some level, I knew it wasn’t.

 

Part 2

I was still holding Joey tightly against me, his back pressed hard to my swim-hardened torso, and I felt the giddy warmth of his arousal through our tee shirts. My oversized dick ached to rut against Joey’s ass through his soft jeans, but feeling the faint thrum of Joey’s rigid erections was somehow just as exciting as the rush I was getting in every cell of my body and every inch of my cock. My balls churned, feeling like they were sloshing with cum.

Kevin pushed close to us, a wicked smile twisting his luscious lips as his heavy, basketball-thick, steel-hard pecs mashed against my forearms where I held Joey across his chest. My fingers itched to stroke them, maul them like Joey had when Kevin had first come in, but I held my position, clinging to Joey’s warm, tight body. I was not ready to let him go yet.

Kevin flexed his pecs against my forearms, and I held back a moan. Fuck, this guy was like concentrated arousal in man form. Everything he did turned my crank. And from the little noises Joey was making in the back of his throat, and the twitching and flexing of his eager, desperate monster cocks, Joey was feeling it too.

Kevin’s blazing, heart-stopping, warm chocolate eyes met mine, and just looking into them this close, while we were all flushed and breathing rough and as hard as anvils, was like a long, lubricated yank on an about-to-cum cock. I saw fathomless lust there, and amusement, too, flickering around the edges. “You can—what was your name again?” I told him, and he continued, “You can keep holding him like that, Dex, if you want.” He added a wink, which I felt deep in my thick, cum-heavy balls. “He might need the support,” he added, letting his crooked grin stretch even wider.

“Just… be good to him,” I panted. I didn’t know this guy, but… fuck, with the effect he had on me, and Joey, and apparently every other guy he aimed his smile at, he could be a real douche.

His answer didn’t really clarify things. “Oh, I’ll be good to him,” he said, his tone one hundred percent smarm.

I expected him to drop to his knees then and there, given the intensity of his professed interest in what “Deuce” had to offer. Instead, Kevin lifted a long-fingered hand and, wrapping it around Joey’s flushed neck, pulled him in for a sloppy, passionate kiss. I watched in heart-pounding, dick-flexing fascination as Joey opened for him and Kevin plundered his mouth with his obviously talented tongue, eliciting a string of shiver-inducing moans. I wanted to touch Kevin, more than ever. My palms longed to stroke his thick, perfectly cut biceps, bunching and shifting as he held Joey’s neck. My fingers itched to card through Kevin’s dark, languid curls. But his pecs trapped my arms between his chest and Joey’s, and that was a pretty intense place to be, too.

Kevin let his tongue explore Joey’s mouth for a few more minutes, and then, to my complete surprise, he used his other hand to grab my neck and pull me forward for a deep, mind-spinning kiss across Joey’s narrow shoulder. I could just feel the faint rasp of incipient stubble as his jaw brushed against mine, and the thought of how sexy it could be to be making out with him when he had just a bit more of it made me kiss him even harder, much to his amusement. When he broke the kiss he stared hard into my eyes, his wicked grin back in full force. “Need to keep the roommate happy too,” he said smugly, wiggling his dark eyebrows. Then he instructed me to take Joey’s shirt off. “Yours, too,” he added, eyes glinting. He licked his swollen lips, and I had to hold back a surge toward monumental orgasm.

Swallowing, I lowered my hands to the hems of Joey’s charcoal-gray zombie Pikachu shirt and lifted it steadily upwards. Joey assisted by raising his arms up, and a moment later the shirt was off, exposing Joey’s pale, defined torso—and, I knew, his massive, leaking, faintly-still-connected-to-me cocks. I tossed the shirt on Joey’s bed, then quickly shucked my own shirt. As soon as I was done Joey backed up against me, pressing his shoulders and back firmly against my chest. I took the hint and, remembering Kevin had suggested he liked the idea, I wrapped my arms around Joey’s bare torso, holding his heated flesh close against mine. He pushed his butt hard against my groin, and my raging erection stabbed up his slightly sweat-damped back, painting his spine with lots and lots of pre.

Kevin looked us over appreciatively. In a rare sign of his own arousal he began idly caressing his massive left pec with his right hand. He lowered his eyes as he did so and stared at Joey’s quivering towers, then lifted them up to meet Joey’s. “I’m going to suck you so fucking good,” he promised.

Joey made another little back-of-the-throat noise.

Kevin chose this moment to finally sink to his knees, but still he only stared in veneration at the two wrist-thick, pre-slicked monsters standing, I knew, tall and proud from Joey’s soft jeans. “Oh, dude,” he croaked. “I don’t think I’m going to let you wear shirts ever again.”

I felt Joey’s breathing quicken, and tightened my hug. We were pressed together from the knees up, sharing our Kevin-stoked arousal with each other. “But…” Joey protested, “I won’t be able to hide them… people will see…”

Kevin looked up, eyes glinting fierce and bright. The wicked grin was back. “That’s the point, Deuce,” he said. He licked his lips again, and my heart skittered at the glimpse of his secret, well-trained tongue.

“Oh, well,” he said, as he held Kevin’s gaze. He was still breathing a little raggedly. “If you want…” he huffed. “I’m sure… no one will… mind…”

I had that weird sensation again where Joey’s words hung in the air, but I couldn’t focus on it because Kevin suddenly bent forward and dove on Joey’s left-hand cock, impaling his mouth on it so quickly and so completely it was like the rapid sheathing of a sword in its own special scabbard. Joey gasped loudly, and I gasped too, his sensations flooding through me. Not just the cock being sucked and swallowed, but the slide of his other dick against Kevin’s cheek, with just that tiny hint of rasp against the hypnotically alluring jock’s nascent stubble. I moaned loudly in concert with Joey, gripping him tightly against me as my aching, too-big cock thrust helplessly against his upper cheeks and back. I fell onto Joey’s salty neck, kissing and sucking, needing to do something to react to the flood of sensations I was feeling. My hands stroked Joey’s chest and shoulders where I held him close to me. Unh, what will it feel like when the three of us are actually fucking? I thought.

Now that he’d had fun with his initial shock attack, Kevin pulled back and began seriously fellating Joey’s left cock. I half expected him to close his eyes and concentrate on the dick in his mouth, but Kevin kept his eyes open and fixed on Joey’s, and Joey couldn’t look away. I didn’t know whether it was Kevin honestly keeping track of whether Joey was enjoying what Kevin was doing, or if Kevin just liked a good mind-fuck along with his cock-sucking, but it really didn’t matter because it was hot as hell.

Kevin kept his hands away for now, using them to free his own impressive, uncut cannon. Instead he used his mouth, lips, and especially his amazing tongue to pleasure Joey’s massive tool, shifting from mouthing the shaft to licking around the head to taking the whole thing slowly, relentlessly, all the way in and all the way out. My awareness of what Joey was feeling had been slowly edging upwards this whole time, and now it was almost like Kevin was sucking me and Joey both, like I was feeling every surge of reckless pleasure that Joey felt.

Kevin worked his magic on Joey’s left cock for a long, beautiful, unmeasured, timeless moment. Then, without warning, just as I thought Joey and I might be ready for Kevin to drive us straight into full, explosive release, he switched to the other one—and the sensation of Joey’s right cock, until now exposed and untouched, suddenly engulfed in Kevin’s hot, sucking mouth, ripped through us and pushed us right up close to the edge.

“Fuck!” Joey cried out, his head lolling back to slide against mine. Then he brought it forward again and stared down at Kevin, meeting those blazing eyes with his own. “Fuck, Kevin,” he huffed. “Fuck, dude, you’re amazing. You’re, fuck… you’re the best cocksucker ever…” Then he shuddered palpably in my embrace. “Oh, shit, I shouldn’t have said—oh, god. Oh god oh god oh god!!” he keened.

“Oh god, oh god!” I murmured helplessly with him. Whatever Kevin was doing with his mouth and lips and tongue, it was setting us ablaze with more pleasure than I could even handle. Lightning-strikes of blind exhilaration cracked through us, over and over again, smashing us into beings of raw, animal exaltation. I held Joey tight against me as if we were one being, feeling everything Kevin gave us.

“Joey…” I called out. “Kevin…!” Joey was calling out our names too, as if they were shooting up out of his mouth. Suddenly Joey and I were both cumming hard. Our bodies erupted with earth-shaking release as spunk rocketed messily from his cocks and mine, shards of pleasure smashing into every particle of both our bodies. Our backs arched and it felt like we were soaring, liberated from gravity and thought, as we came hard and again, harder, cumming and cumming and cumming. Kevin was eagerly, expertly swallowing down all the cum shooting from Joey’s right cock, then, suddenly, he switched again, engulfing Joey’s huge left cock as we shot release after release. Kevin didn’t even have to stroke himself. He just held his cannon-thick cock tight in his fist as he spurted load after load of his own. Jizz flew and arced around us like a goddamned public fountain.

That lasted for a really long time, and I wasn’t even sure exactly when it ended. All I knew was that at some point afterward Joey and I were trading messy, delirious kisses with a now-standing Kevin, all three of us wet with sweat and spunk. Kevin was embracing both us us, his hands caressing my shoulders as he kissed the fuck out of Joey, and it felt too amazing, the three of us together like this.

I was overwhelmed with how powerful that blow-job had been, and even as I soared in unparalleled afterglow I must have been worried about how good at this Kevin was, how much he turned us on, and how easy it would be for him to wrap us around his finger, because without really realizing it I was muttering my thoughts aloud. “Please don’t be a douche,” I murmured, semi-coherently. “Please don’t be a douche. Please don’t be—”

Kevin turned his kisses to me, and I foundered, swamped with sated lust and the need for more. I was still hard—and horny, somehow, and so was Joey. I was willing to bet Kevin was too—I though maybe it had been as good for him as it was for us. My mouth was occupied, so Joey mindlessly took up my mantra. “Don’t be a douche, don’t be a douche,” he mumbled into Kevin’s sweaty neck, drunk from our stellar, impossibly amazing orgasm.

Kevin broke his kiss with me and leaned back just enough to regard Joey with amusement. “I’m not,” he said.

Joey kept murmuring as he met Kevin’s eyes. “Don’t be a douche,” he muttered. “Don’t be—”

“I’m not,” Kevin insisted. His mischievous eyes were dancing, but his smile seemed genuine and sweet, though it still edged toward the wicked. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.” He cupped Joey’s cheek. “Fuck, dude, you’re so cute,” he said. “And your dicks—fucking delicious!”

Joey snorted a laugh. “Thanks,” he said, still sounding like he’d been downing pitchers all night. “I got ‘em for you!”

Kevin grinned brilliantly at him. “Is that right?”

“Yup!” Joey said proudly. He let his head fall back against my shoulder, exposing a well-marked throat thanks to my and Kevin’s attentions. “Dex helped,” he added, eyes closed.

“Yeah?” Kevin said indulgently. He turned those fierce, boner-making eyes on me again. Fuck, I wondered if it was even possible to be around him and not have a raging, urgent erection. I had a feeling Joey and I were about to find out.

“You’re pretty handsome, too,” he said teasingly, as if in mock concession. Then he added, “For a guy with one dick.”

I raked my eyes over his impressive body, his exposed cannon of a dick and all. “Back atcha,” I said, and gave him back one of his saucy winks.

Kevin laughed. Joey grinned at the sound and straightened up to stare at him happily, still snuggled into my embrace. “Fuck, guys,” he said, looking us over fondly. “I think I’ll keep both of you.” Then, because he wasn’t a douche, he added, “if you two are down with it,” flashing us both his winning smile.

“Fuck yeah,” Joey said, and I said the same, almost in unison.

Kevin stepped back and stroked his left pec as he drank us in. Yeah, he was still hard, too, that big, torpedo-thick, uncut cock standing straight up from his open fly and reaching to the side along the crease of his cum-soiled jeans. He was hard for us, I thought happily. He was stroking his massive chest in distracted admiration of our hotness, and that felt pretty fucking awesome.

Fuck, I’d never been so glad I’d lent someone my dick. Or—well, given it, I guess. Except… the way I could still feel both of Joey’s cocks, and, really, a lot of what Joey was feeling when he was turned on like this, made me think it was less like a gift than that I’d shared my junk with him, and he shared his with me.

“Damn, dudes,” Kevin said, and his voice was low and rough. He grabbed his left pec hard. He swallowed, then with a tilt of his head toward the door he said, “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up. I want to go someplace and… show you off.”

He flashed his crooked grin at us, then turned and headed for the door to our room, his tight ass pulling us into motion after it almost like we were attached with fucking fishing line or something. We stumbled after him, grinning and loopy, all of us wondering how soon it could be before we explored how much more pleasure we could give each other.

Description Joey promised a really hot guy he could suck both his dicks. Only he just has the one, so he really needs to borrow his roommate’s. Don’t worry, he’ll return it.

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