Greg hit the button and put the call straight to voice mail, his eyes returning to meet the gaze of the big man feeling him up in the middle of the bus. He quickly lowered his eyes from the man’s intimidating stare. Greg wanted to put his hand back on the man’s crotch and feel his bulge, but the bus was full of other largedicks and he didn’t want them all to find out and swarm on him. Instead, Greg sat up straight and tried to mind his own business, all to aware of the man’s hulking mass still looming next to him. The man used every toss and turn as a further excuse to fall against Greg and grope his body. Greg could only sit there and try to ignore the way his little dicklet srained against his pants. The big man seemed to notice Greg’s discomfort. He chuckled deeply from his chest and leaned over to whisper again in Greg’s ear.
“Hey, slut. Next stop’s mine; follow me if you want a real man to show you a good time.” He growled. Greg blushed and turned away, but something in him knew that he was going to take the man up on his offer.
The bus came to a halt and the big man stood up, giving him a sexy wink before heading down the aisle. Greg let a few passengers get up before him and then followed after him. He stepped off the bus to see the stranger walking a few feet ahead of him down the street. He stopped to turn around, giving Greg a big, toothy smile through his thick beard when he saw the smaller man following behind him. He nodded his head in a gesture to follow and then continued walking. Greg hurried after him.
The big man led him down another block and into a relatively new looking apartment complex, stopping at one of the bottom units at the end of the lot. They were barely inside before Greg was roughly forced to his knees by the big man, watching his large hands undoing his belt and dropping his pants. Greg’s jaw dropped as a gigantic python of a cock flowed out from the man’s crotch.
“See this, runt?” he commanded in a booming voice, hefting his giant schlong in front of Greg’s face. “This, is the cock of a real man.” Greg watched in continue to grow and throb in the man’s giant hands while his own dick hardened inside his loose pants. If the man’s cock had been hanging free, the bulbous head would have easily hung to his knees. Greg’s hand snuck inside his pants and began to stroke and finger his tiny throbbing cockle, but the big man reached down to smack Greg’s hands away.
“Take you’re pants off, boy. I want to watch you try to jerk that little nub while staring down this 19-inch specimen of man meat.” he commanded, placing his balled fists at his hips. Greg obliged, his fingers shaking as he undid his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear. The giant laughed when he saw Greg’s tiny pecker sticking out defiantly from his crotch, a pair of grape-sized testicles beneath them.
“That’s one of the most pathetic cocks I’ve ever seen on a man!” he sneered. Then he hefted his cock before Greg’s face, touching the tip to his hungry lips. “Suck my cock, little-dick; you know you’re hungry. You wanted it since you felt it on the bus.” Greg’s stomach gurgled and his cock throbbed at the sight of the big mans heaving balls, full of his nutritious manseed.
Greg took the cock into his mouth and began to eagerly suck, running his tongue over the head. He took his hand from his cockle and wrapped them around the man’s schlong, moaning at the feeling of its warmth and girth.
“That’s right, little guy, take it all in…” he moaned, leaning his hands against the wall while Greg worked the man’s cock deeper into his throat. Greg was surprised to find that not only did he have no gag reflex, he had little trouble breathing around the firehose of a cock pushing past his larynx. His jaw felt stretched but not uncomfortable, and he found he had more control over his throat muscles than he used to. He quickly put them to work flexing around and massaging the man’s cock; he moaned approvingly above him, leaning his weight against Greg and pushing more of his cock into Greg’s mouth. His eyes watered as the big man finally bottomed out, his balls resting against Greg’s chin. He took Greg’s head with both hands and began to powerfully face-fuck him, ramming his cock as far down the smaller man’s throat as he good. He grunted in approval as he did so, occasionally taking the chance to ridicule Greg while stroking his own ego. Greg was lost in the bizarreness of the experience, his tiny cock throbbing, the giant dong snaking in and out of his throat, the big mans giant balls slapping against his chin. The man picked up his pace and tightened his grip on Greg’s head. He growled and cried out as he unloaded what felt like gallons of cum down Greg’s throat. The cock swelled and pulsed his balls pumped load after load. Greg found himself eagerly drinking it down, his stomach feeling warmer and fuller with each gulp. The man took a deep sigh from above him before extracting his giant schlong from Greg’s distended throat. He felt his own orgasm hit him, moaning in pleasure as his tiny dicklet spurted a few meager jets of come before quickly stopping.
“You see, boy. That’s what men like me are here for: emptying our balls into hungry smalldick sluts like you,” he said, with a genuine smile of approval. He commandingly asked for Greg’s phone, adding his number. “The name’s Bill.” He said, handing the phone back to him.
“Greg,” he muttered in return, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Call me, Little Greg, next time you need a good feeding,” he said. He cupped his giant balls and held them up, “I have enough for you whenever your hungry, little-dick.” He let them fall and then began buckling himself up. “Now, why don’t you put that pathetic little thing away and see yourself out. I got some friends over to watch the game. Unless,” he looked at Greg darkly, “Unless you’d like to provide my fellow men with some eager attention?” he asked, seductively.