Thinking back on it again, closing the book was too much of a risk... And less interesting than looking at Larry grope his crotch with that beautifully arrogant smirk of his. I gave the book a quick glance, thankfully able to hastily read a few bits and pieces of sentences as the ink was fading:
"Jason Gray ... obsessed with Larry Douglas.
Larry Douglas ... gorgeous ... muscular ... pornstar cock.
... sexually explicit fiction ...
Larry Douglas ... able to draw logical conclusions on Jason Gray's true intents and needs.
Jason ... enamored with Larry ... due to its size and girth.
... desperate need to perform fellatio ... Douglas' penis.
... scared of men ... penises.
Greg ... size ... half ... more ...
Jason Gray's penis ... under an inch.
Larry Douglas is aware of Jason Gray's need to practice ... fellatio skills ... to reduce nervosity when performing ...
... Douglas ... high sexual stamina ... considerably sized ... ejaculations ... control over ... twelve or more ... per day."
From the looks of it, the book was not taking everything Larry was saying after he came on it literally, but adapting it in a somewhat subjective manner. Hopefully that wouldn't come to bite me in the ass again later...
Larry chuckled, "Come on you little-cocked slut, we both know why. You've just told me you know I've got a huge dick, but I've also got big balls." Larry licked his lips as his growing member throbbed under his hand, leaking a spurt of precum through his pants and onto the floor. "That means lots of cum to fucking unload, and if I've got a small-dicked loser of a tenant who's obsessed with my third leg, may as well get that wannabe cocksleeve what he wants."
Whatever Larry was trying to do clearly worked. I felt a shiver down my spine as I could feel my pathetic nub pulsate, leaking a small drop of precum on my balls. "That's.. I, uhm... Can... Larry, Sir, can I-I help you out with er.. With your... Ah... With your c-cock... Please?"
Wow, even knowing I was scared of Larry against my own will, and nervous after having sucked him off for the first time, I was definitely not expecting to sound so flustered. We were just a few meters apart, which was making me way too aroused and panting way too hard to be able to string along so little words without effort. Breathing in his presence was getting difficult, as that was just enough to completely fill me with lust, thanks to whatever the book had taken down.
For some moments, Larry just had a smug smile on his face as he kept squeezing his growing member with one hand. He looked so manly... So dominant and powerful. I couldn't stop panting, feeling both my dicklet and ass throb in tandem with my heartbeat. I wanted to see his cock again, feel it in my hands, my throat, lick his cockhead and guzzle down his cum whenever he needed me to. It felt like he was the only thing I could think about, and in those moments, it definitely was.
Out of impulse, out of lust, I kneeled down on the floor, looking at the object of my admiration and obsession, Larry. If he'd changed more, I couldn't notice, all I could do was bask in his beauty. He owned the building, which he knew he did in more ways than one, frequently walking around shirtless to show the rest of the occupants how much better than us he saw himself. His strong, hairy pecs were flexing as he kept squeezing his massive cock in his pants and tracing it with his hand and fingers. His member was drooling precum into a puddle on the floor, I could smell it. It was hard to resist diving headfirst into it and lapping it all up. He knew I wanted to do just that. I could feel it in his piercing gaze. We were playing chicken: Would he have to order me to sate my thirst for his precum first or would I let my willpo---
Feeling the sticky liquid on my face, coating my tongue was nothing short of fantastic. I was obsessed with how good his precum tasted, how wonderful it smelled, how musky it was. Larry hadn't moved an inch, I'd simply been unable to resist. He was chuckling above me, moaning as his sweet precum spewed onto the back of my head through his pants, covering my hair in the gooey nectar.
"Good slut. Fucking knew I'd break you in at some point when I got that faggot toy of yours in the mail. And seeing you go at it on that weak loser Greg's small dick and have a hard time with my thick tool? That was exactly what I needed to see, an obedient cumhole, unable to resist a cock," he teased, making my nub shoot a few drops of cum. "That's it, keep lappin' it all up." Larry unzipped his pants, groaning as he started fishing out his immense cock. The instant the zipper was undone, the room was filled with even more of his musk, dizzying me as I kept licking the floor for his precum. I could feel myself become more pliable to his wishes, obsessed with the man. Enamored with his cock.
Larry groaned loudly as he took it out of his pants, moaning as precum oozed from his uncut cockhead after it slapped against his thigh. "Finally, hmm yeah, the hole-stretcher's out of there. Come on cocklover, look at it. I know you want to, you were drooling for it earlier." He was right, I wanted to.
"Ye-ye-yes Sir... Yes... La-Larry," I let out weakly, moaning as I moved my head up.