By the end of the week, Danny had stopped shrivelling so much into his ballsack everytime George put him on display. There was only so much shame a guy could take. And Jack's constant compliments about his dick form were helping him feel a bit more confidant. Now, George carried him in his polo's front pocket, letting his dickhead poke out just enough to see. Plenty of his friends waved at him without giving George a second thought. "'Sup, Big Guy?" they joked.
Sometimes, he chuckled and replied "Oh, just living the life of a penis, y'know?"
It was the weirdest thing to say, but no one batted an eye. One had to wonder how people on campus were getting used to the idea of a guy turned into his own penis so easily. If he were the paranoid kind, he'd think there was some subliminal brainwashing on the radio and on the college website's ads. But, no, that'd be silly, right? Hugo was a reclusive kind of guy, freaky at times, but not a bad guy, right?
Danny had only orgasmed once as a dick and it had been enough to convince him to stay a dick a little longer. He could understand why Hugo was so obsessed with it. Though, weirdly, he hadn't changed himself even once. Danny had to wonder what was up with that. Surely, any guy would want to know what it was like at least once...
He was brought out of his thinking by George's sturdy, rough hands. With a bit of a slap, George placed him on top of his desk, letting Danny flop right in front of the screen. "Wow," he said, "can you be a little less rough, George? It hurts when my balls hit the wood like that."
"Sorry, sorry," George replied, nonchalant. "Didn't mean to hurt your cocky feelings. Here, let me kiss it better."
George puckered his lips and landed a wet kiss on the tip of Danny's dickhead. The feeling was almost too much, and Danny moaned helplessly against the giant lips covering his head. Of course, it was taken as encouragement, and George's fingers rubbed his shaft into complete stiffness, accidentally muting Danny's chip. Danny couldn't have begged him to stop if he wanted. Not that he wanted the feeling to stop.
His whole body was slowly being shoved into George's willing mouth, rubbed and slicked by an expert tongue. None of the blowjobs he'd gotten before could ever compare to the burning, heated sensation taking over his whole body. He could not see anything, only feel the wetness of saliva coating his shaft, his head. Feel every nub on the tongue that collected every precious drop of pre-cum. His thoughts slowed until all he could hope for was to cum, harder, faster, for it to never stop. He was going to... to...
His balls clenched and warmth rushed through his body until he spewed seed all over the roof of George's mouth. His shout of pure pleasure remained only mental, however. It didn't take long for his mind to drift, and his body to go to sleep.
***
George wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning to himself. He loved nothing more than being able to shut Danny's protest with his skills. He was certain that even if Danny turned back into a human tonight, he'd still beg to stay with him just for his techniques. His poor little sex toy was lying on his desk, panting and shivering as a few spurts of cum were squeezed out of him.
Palming his throbbing cock through his pants, George took out their physics textbook and opened it to the marked chapter. "Alright, Danny, tell me if you need me to repeat anything, alright?"
Danny didn't say anything, so George assumed that was fine. Hey, even if he missed the first few minutes because his mind (and entire self) was still blown, well, they'd make up for it later.