When I opened the door, I blinked in surprise. Larry was there, dressed in nothing but a wifebeater and a pair of black sweatpants, blocking me from entering the hall. In the back of my head I almost laughed my landlord barely showed his face when we had actual problems that needed fixing, but now that he could make my life miserable he practically lived here.
More than that, though, I just kept thinking of his cock. I could see it, even through the dark fabric of his sweats. Whatever Greg had done with the book, one thing was for certain: Larry was still ridiculously, inhumanly hung, even for this new world. My eyes traced longingly across the outline of his shaft, the way it bulged against the fabric, falling halfway down to his knee even soft. Fuck, he must not be wearing anything under those sweats...
Tearing my eyes off his dick, I forced myself to look at his face, and let my anger override my lust.
"Get out of my way," I began hotly, "I'm going to th"
"Shut up," Larry said, voice low and quiet, and my voice stopped in my throat.
My eyes widened in alarm, but he didn't wait for me to react. Instead, he took me roughly by the shoulder with one hand, and shoved downwards. My knees buckled below me even as I strained to stay upright. Larry was looking down at me with a hungry, feral look in his eyes.
"Strip," he growled, and, before I could even process the words, I automatically did as I was told.
I screamed internally as I pulled of my shirt, my shoes, my pants, but it was no use. I even felt a thrill of excitement at how he was commanding me, bossing me around as casually as changing the channel on TV. Only when I reached my boxers did I actually pause, hands hovering above the waistband. My mind filled with panic. I couldn't strip them off, not here. What if someone saw? The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I clenched my fists, pressing my arms against my sides.
"I said strip, slut," Larry said from far above, and now his hand was in my hair, grabbing it roughly as he pulled my head forward.
I yelped, but he didn't react. In just moments, my face was pressed tightly against his crotch, the bulge of his monstrous cock hot and arousing. He ground his hips into me, and I whimpered, inhaling his manly, musky scent despite myself. Finally, my hands gave in. The boxers came off.
"Good boy," Larry said wryly, removing my head from his crotch and looking down at me with a satisfied expression.
My dick was painfully hard. It pulsed at every current of air that brushed against it, and the thought that any second a door in the hallway could open and I'd be seen made it strain even harder. I had to cover it. Just as I had that thought, though, I looked up to see Larry's sweats dropping, and felt a tug on my hair as he grabbed my head with both hands now. His dick sprung up from its confinement, fully hard now and throbbing with lust and power. For a moment, all I could do was admire it. Now, hard, it was longer than my forearm, and half again as thick. Below it, two baseball sized balls swung heavily in their sack, already filled with sperm even though I knew I'd drained them myself at most an hour ago.
Before I had a chance to take in more details, though, Larry yanked my head forward and impaled me on his dick. I sputtered around it, senses reeling as it pushed rapidly past my lips, my tongue, even the back of my throat. Earlier today I could only fit around half of his monster in my mouth, but now for some reason my gag reflex was almost gone, as if I'd had years of practice taking dicks this big. After a few more hard, fast thrusts into me, Larry began to slow down, settling into a steady rhythm against my face.
"Fuck, I needed this..." he groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as his dick pumped in and out of my mouth, "You got me all excited earlier, you little cock slut...God knows why you wanted the number of a useless little dicklet like Greg, but I'm not complaining."
He laughed, and I felt the vibrations in his torso as it pressed against my face at the peak of another thrust. To my left, I heard a door open. Panicked, I tried to force myself out of Larry's hands, but it was no use. Instead, I clenched my eyes shut, and quickly cupped both hands around my cocklet, hoping to hide it from whoever had just walked out.
"Hey Larry," said a low, easy going voice, "Collecting rent?"
Larry barked a laugh above me, and I felt myself flush. Why were they acting like this was normal?
"The kid's good," Larry said by way of a response, "Just moved in last month. College student here for the summer, you know the type. Been a while since a cock slut moved in here, though."
"Cause you scared them all of," said the other voice, laughing, "Can I get a turn when you're done? It's been a while since I've gotten myself off with a babydick boy."
"If you like," Larry said, and grunted as his dickhead pressed against the back of my throat.
My mind was reeling. They were going on like nothing was wrong the guy was even talking to Larry calmly, like normal, while my landlord had every inch of his monster cock shoved in my throat. And now the new guy was talking about using me too?
"Hey, slut," the new voice said, soft and easy going even while he addressed me more like a thing than a person, "I wanna get a look at you. Stop covering up."
The words were almost gentle compared to Larry's rough commands, but, just like before, I felt my hands automatically fly away from my dick. Despite myself I even thrust my hips forward a bit, sticking out my pelvis as if to show off how tiny I was. I felt my face turn beet red, and my hands trembled, itching to cover myself up again even as my hips eagerly swayed from side to side, making my puny dick bounce slightly in the air.
"Damn he's tiny," the new man said, voice husky. He sounded closer now. "Is that even a dick? Look at it, even its balls are bigger than its useless little boycock..."
In that moment, with my mouth filled with Larry's dick and the stranger's words sending a wave of embarrassment and lust through me, I couldn't help myself. I came. Even with my eyes still clenched shut in embarrassment, I could tell it was a pitiful orgasm. My marble sized balls seized up against me, and my dicklet let out a squirt of cum. Rather than shooting, it drizzled, dripping down the length of my cock and down over my now empty balls.
"Damn, the little slut liked that, huh," the stranger said, and gave me an affectionate pat on the head.
Seemingly ignoring everything going on below him, Larry had reached his climax too. Moments after I came, I felt his hands clench harder in my hair, and moaned as his thrusts got faster and faster, building until he finally pressed his hips against my face and let out a bellow as, for the third time that day, he unloaded himself into my waiting throat. He was deep enough inside me that I could barely taste it.
With one final grunt, he pulled out of me, letting go of my head and letting his still semi-hard dick flop free against my face.
"Fuck, that was nice," he muttered, "Every time I use this kid I swear it gets better."
Blearily, senses overcome by my own afterglow and the overwhelming smell of cum, I opened my eyes.