I walked around the bar and made eye contact with my best friend. He smiled at me knowingly and nodded downwards. I smiled back, not moving. I knew what he wanted, but I wanted to feel dominated. I wanted him to feel dominant. Confused he nodded down again. I shrugged smiling sweetly at him.
"Well?" His tone demanding and confused.
"Well what?" I responded cheekily.
"You gonna get fed short-dick?" He said, sounding a little irritated.
"You want me to do something?" I asked, tilting my head confused.
I saw the cogs turning and realisation dawn on his handsome face. He placed one hand firmly on my shoulder. "Yes I do little dick, now kneel."
"Yes sir." I said as he pushed me to my knees. I was face to face with Ian's immense bulge now. I waited, my mouth was watering so much I had to swallow else I'd have dribbled on myself."
"Do I have to tell you what to do short-dick? Need some instruction to get you in line?" Ian asked looking down at me sternly.
"I guess so sir."
"OK then baby dick, time to take out my cock. You need a real man's cock don't you?" I nearly came there and then, it took all my will power not to.
"Yes sir." I breathed. I began to reach up to unclip the support buttons.
"Ah ah, with your teeth boy." I looked up and smiled.
"Yes sir." I leaned forward, putting my hands behind my back. Gripping the left button with my teeth I pulled and felt the clasp pop open. The fabric fell to the side. I could feel the heat from the cock underneath. I then leaned over and did the same with the right.
I gasped. I couldn't help it. My best friend's cock was there in front of me and it was huge! It was easily 15 inches, mentally I noted not as big as Chris's, but I wouldn't say that to him, in case it hurt his pride. It slowly rose up to meet me, the large-dick penile muscles tightening to lift it. I saw his balls appear, each the size of a grapefruit, one hanging lower than the other. Damn he'd shaved down there, it made everything look even bigger!
Finally his cock was at the perfect level and I breathed in deep. The smell of a real man, a true large-dick dom. I looked up and he nodded, breathing shallowly. I dove under the immense cock and extended my tongue licking between his balls.
"Mmmm good boy, work that meal." Ian tilted his head back in the moan before returning his gaze, he wanted to see his cock disappear. I aim to please apparently.
I licked upward, my tongue connecting with the base of the shaft, a shaft that was thicker than my wrist. And slowly inch by inch followed the thick vein under his dick. It took me a good 30-40 seconds to reach the underside of the head. I didn't pull back until I'd reached the piss slit. I looked at the head of his dick for a moment, felt it's power, it's immense structure wash over me. Then I leaned back in and start to make out with his slit as I'd learnt to earlier. My tongue dipped in and out, scooping the precum as he produced it, and damn he produced a lot, and swallowing after savouring it for a moment. I felt a hand on my head as he ruffled my hair.
"Fuck Danny, that tongue... no one has ever... this is... mmm good little dick, good boy." I concentrated on my work, I wanted to delay cumming and he was not making it easy on me. "You holding it in bro?" He chuckled from above. "We'll see about.... mmmm fuck... about that." I redoubled my make out with his cock head to get him to stop talking, I was too close.
"Little dick boy.. so fucking small, mmm I mean compare it to... oh god Dan... yes... compare it to mine.... fucking dwarfs you doesn't it... all these.... oh god... all these years wishing you could see it up close hey... fuck... oh god this it..." I was almost in pain holding in my orgasm, the words were washing into me, not over me, like waves of raw energy into my brain, each one trying to wash away my resolve. Not yet, not yet...
I finally decided it was time to welcome this visitor in, opening my mouth and hearing my jaw click open. Ian heard it too and I heard a sharp intake of breath. Most large-dicks knew about the physical changes short-dicks go through for them but few get to actually experience it first hand. My mouth distended around the head of his huge fat cock, my tongue sliding under the foreskin as it slid in. Uncut was my favourite I think, Jesse and George had clearly been cut, but Mr Jenkins, Chris and Ian were all uncut, the foreskin playing was amazing to feel, and Ian's was a little tight so as my tongue slid under it felt compressed and almost hugged between the huge cock head and the skin. I slid my tongue around as far as it would go on each side and then I felt it stretch. This was new! And fucking awesome, my tongue slide forward, releasing more and becoming thinner, it slide fully around the head now, swirling around the head. Above me I could hear Ian moaning and crying out "Oh god, oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Chris must have heard him, in my mind's eye I could almost see him. Lying back on his bed, his tower of a cock in both hands, pulling them up and down, his silky cockhead being sheathed and unsheathed over and over... no stop not yet.
I stopped my swirling a moment, long enough for Ian to look down to check on me. Eye contact! Perfect! Now!
And then I forced my throat open and slid him all the way down in one motion.
In unison I moaned as I came and Ian cried out "Ffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck!"
Completely dazed, my eyesight was fading in and out, I felt drunk! And then I drank, shot after shot, each one with a guttural grunt from above, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, fuck, 13?! 14?! One more final 15th shot and I felt Ian empty his last into me. He began to pull back just as I was coming back to my sense.
"Duuuuude..." he gasped. Just as the head reached my mouth my hands reached up and grabbed his thighs. I made eye contact again looking up, pleading him. "Again?" Ian asked, his voice shaking. I nodded, his sensitive cockhead jolting him as I did.
"I don't know... fuck... I might be..." I didn't want to hear this. I leaned forward and felt him slip back down my throat, a bit jerkily as he had softened a bit. "Bro, you need this don't you?" I nodded my throat filled, my eyes watering, my dicklet straining in my trousers again.
"Fine." He growled "But this time..." And he took control, I felt his cock thicken and harden in an instant. Thank god for large-dick stamina.
This time he grabbed my face and started face fucking me. His huge cock sliding in and out of my stretched throat, all under his command. I hummed in pleasure as he did.
"Take it then you little dicked bitch. Fucking take every inch! 15.5 inches for you there! Take it all, that's 14.5 more than you got ain't it Danny? Hmmm? Can't talk with that mouth full of my fucking.... fat... fucking... huge... fucking ... long ... COCK!!!" Each word was punctuated with a slam of his cock deep down my throat. That and my tiny little nubbin orgasming not once but twice, once on 'Hmmm?' and again on 'COCK!!!' And he came again, holding it deep in my throat as I gulped around him, this time he shot 8 times, but I was not complaining! I couldn't if I wanted to!
"Ah... ah... ah..." Ian was panting above me, completely out of breath, this time I let his cock slide all the way out of me, before it slapped against him wetly, glistening with my saliva and his cum. Without a beat I leaned in and licked it clean, Ian wincing a little but letting me fully service him.
He helped me up, my legs almost asleep from kneeling. He was gripping onto the back of the stool to hold himself up, I sat on the one next to it, also getting my breath.
"Still mad bro?" I asked hoarsely. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. Hugging each other tightly we let the euphoric come down bring us back to half way normal.
"Bro... that was the best... I mean the most intense... bro..." Ian's beautiful dark eyes smiled at me. I had not only saved my friendship with him, but I think I'd made sure he'd never feel like I wasn't there for his needs, whenever he had them.
We disengaged from out hug and I passed him his water.
I burped unexpectedly and covered my mouth as fast as I could.
"Duuuude! Your breath stinks of my cum!" Ian laughed again before draining his water.
"I heard in some countries it's good manners after a good meal isn't it." We burst out laughing again, slapping each other on the back.