Roy's hand continued to run up Clyde's leg. His fingers touched the button holding Clyde's pants closed. He smirked deviously as he leaned more of his weight over the car's console. All the while his fingers undoing the button.
Clyde felt his heart race. The thought of being caught on his college campus with his pants down and his dick in Roy's hand should have been embarrassing. But somehow it was exhilarating. "Go on," he nodded, shifting his weight to allow his pants to lower a bit easier.
The smile on Roy's face only broadened as he released Clyde's cock. It sprang to life. The large rod swung a bit around before Roy grabbed it. It was surprising how soft his hands were. The strong imposing jock much have been using a lot of moisturizer. "How's that feel?" Roy grinned. His grip was firm yet soft. The complete control he had as he ran his hand up the shaft and then focus on the tip was immense.
"Go-oo-od," Clyde moaned. His toes curled up in his shoes as his whole body seemed to flex at the sensation. He gripped the car door and seat belt with all his might. Never did he think something like this would feel so good. So satisfying. His cock throbbed with each stroke, only increasing the joy he was currently feeling. But then something else felt strange. Almost like Roy's hand wasn't touching as much of his dick at once. Looking down, Clyde noticed that his hand looked so small compared to his cock. But at the same time his cock just looked like it was growing. With each pulse, it seemed to grow just a little bit bigger.
Roy leaned all of his weight over the console and kissed Clyde on the neck. "What's got you so distracted?" he purred. His kisses continued to his cheek and then mouth.
"My--ungh-- dick," he grunted. Another throb rushed through him. Feeling those soft tender lips press against his face only continued his excitement. "It's--getting bigger."
"Mmmhmmm," Roy nodded. "I think that's normal though." He mocked, still stroking it. But Clyde knew it wasn't. He was 6 inches hard on a good day. And then was starting to pass eight. He could feel Roy's hand opening more and as it grew.
"No... It's bigger than--usual," Clyde let out another grunt as Roy's hand continued to please him and his other was quickly finding it's way up his shirt. His hips bucked as one of Roy's fingers twirled around his nipple.
"Oh?" Roy teased. "Then let's find out." He leaned down to the tip and gave it a kiss. Clyde's hips bucked again. It felt so sensitive all of a sudden. Far more than it ever had before. And then seeing that devious smirk plastered on Roy's face only seemed to turn him on more. Those soft lips slowly opened up around Clyde's cock and then engulfed it.
"R-R-ROY!" Clyde panicked. His entire body flexed at the sudden action. But he couldn't deny that it felt good. Roy almost felt like an expert as he took his entire cock. His tongue flicked and licked in all his most sensitive spots. "Oh fuck..." he moaned. One of Clyde's hands found its way to the back of Roy's head, making sure to hold it down. Even though Roy didn't show any signs of stopping, he made sure to maintain control.
It wasn't long before Clyde felt his body finish inside of Roy's mouth. Roy did his best to gulp it all down, but some still dripped out of the sides of his mouth. Slowly Clyde started to come down from his high. "What the... What the hell was that?" his heart was still racing and cock slowly shrinking. He tried to fit it back into his pants, but it wouldn't quite sit right. The size just felt all wrong.
"Pretty sure that's called a BJ," Roy chuckled. He adjusted his seat forward a click. Then started his car.
"That's not--"
"Don't make it weird man," Roy shot back to him. He realized his serious face and flipped it back to a smile. "It's what friends are for. Now let's go have some more fun."
Clyde felt a weird buzz in the back of his mind. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed the blow job, but something still felt off. Especially seeing a bit of a drip of cum down his friend's mouth. Or maybe he somehow looked even thinner than when they entered the car. Either way, he couldn't shake the feeling.