Larry moistened his lips, flashing his pearly whites as I tried to resist his charms. Or at least, avoid showing him how fucking turned on I was. My eyebrows were shaking, trying to stay slightly furrowed, hoping to convey anger at his irruption in my apartment.
“I've got to get that nice mouth of yours trained for bigger cocks than what you're used to, if you're gonna be the building's cockslave. Pretty sure you want to be, from what I've read in that book I nabbed earlier.”
Since when did Larry read my stuff? I glanced around my desk quickly, one of my notebooks was gone! “Scenes in Larry Longrod's Dungeon” was still there, so was “An analysis of Larry Douglas' filmography” and another story I hadn't given a title to yet. It took me a second but shit, “Tenant Whoreshipping” was missing. He must've taken that one when I tried cleaning the book!
My cheeks reddened, flashes of that story's plot coming to mind. There was a lot of Larry's videos that inspired me for that one. All the bukkake scenes he'd been part of, the close-up shots of his cock through all the DVDs I rented over the years... Fuck, I felt my small nub throb, just before I heard Larry clear his throat.
The bulge in his pants was twitching as he kept kneading it, the package within stretching the fabric to its limits. His thick thighs were already making the seams look like they were about to burst... Fuck, I wanted him to crush me with them. I wished I was his pants, just so I could feel him all day long... My nub shook, a few shots of pre-cum leaking from my minuscule foreskin.
“Come on, no need to hide how much you want me, get to it,” he barked.
I blinked as I stood up, posters appearing on the walls. They were all from Larry's pornos or bodybuilding competitions, the handsome star of which was in front of me. I'd seen all of them at least twenty times, collecting every limited edition recordings and interview clippings I could get my hands on over the years.
Step by step, I got closer to him, breathing heavily from how turned on I was. The shorter the distance between us got, the more I could smell his musk, his sweat, his essence. He placed one hand behind his head, presenting me his hairy armpit, blasting me with his pungent scent. As much as I wanted to impale myself on his cock right away, I had to ask, I had to beg. “Ca- can I,” my tongue hanging out of my mouth between words, “kiss- lick- hmph- pit?”
“Yeah.”
My face smashed itself onto his armpit as I started licking, kissing, smelling it. His sweat was getting me damp, his earthy smell so close to me.
A meaty hand engulfed my wrist, dragging it across Larry's tank top. Lower and lower it went, putting just enough pressure to let me feel every crevice of his abs. My hand was guided to the button keeping his pants stuck to him. I undid it, fumbling from how turned on being face-first in his armpit made me.
The zipper's sound resonated through the room, the pressure of his third leg undoing the seal holding it within. Larry flexed the arm I was under, applying some light pressure to my head as I kept huffing his virile sweat. He groaned as he pulled my hand around his crotch, moving it over to the side of his colossal tool. I started fishing it out of his pants for him, using my free hand to shimmy his pants off.
“Good faggot, keep going.”
Inch by inch I took out the still hardening cock, feeling every throbbing vein against my lithe fingers. I'd seen them all already, through years of studies, but caressing them was different. Larry's cock was warming up, nearly ready for action. His sweat and musk were filling my head, my mouth, my soul. If I wasn't pliable to him before, there was no way I could resist him now. He'd moved the hand that was behind his head, placing it on my back, tracing my spine as it moved further down, keeping my head locked in his pit. Soon enough, he found my ass, giving one of my cheeks a tight squeeze. Shivers ran through me as my small cock burped more pre-cum, landing onto his pants. A muffled gasp escaped my mouth, telling Larry to start sliding one of his sausage-thick finger into my quivering asshole. I felt the urgent need to pull his cock out to admire it all.
Both of my hands were now on the thick beast, fingers spread apart by its girth. A faint thought came to mind, wasn't it thinner earlier today? There was no way it was, Larry always had the widest cock of all porn stars, it was how he'd become so popular. There were so many replicas of it on the market... Even if I'd received a smaller dildo from a friend last week, my closet was full of replicas of Larry's dick, some of which I even cuddled when I slept. Soon enough, between my inner thoughts and being suffocated by my gorgeous landlord's body, I was done with my task. Larry's cock was free, and so were his massive balls. He wasn't fully hard yet, since the amount of blood needed to feed the monster was beyond ridiculous. A slow dripping sound echoed through the room between his grunts, pre-cum leaking from his foreskin and landing on the ground.
The finger in my ass was moving around, trying to find my spot- “Ghnnhgg,” I yelped as he found it. His other hand grabbed my head, pulling it out of his pit. He pointed my face towards his, a big grin shining on display. His head was slightly bobbing around as he laughed, “Haha, you're gonna need more practice back there too.” My mouth was open as I was gasping for air, which he took for an invitation. Two of my holes now had a finger of his in it. “Suck it, bitchboy, come onnnnnnnn,” he teased, “And get those hands to work.”
His cock was burning to the touch as I stroked it, slowly approaching full hard-on. I submitted to the pleasure, touching the dick of my dreams, jacking it off to get Larry as stiff as possible. I accelerated my stroking and finger-sucking, lowering myself further on the thick finger in my ass. “Yeaaaaaaa, keep at it slut,” he groaned as he got harder, throbbing against my grip, “show me how much you fuckin' want it.” The stimulation was enough to really get him going, his tool fully hard faster than I thought. The wide veins under my fingers were sliding with my hands, pulsing as his monster cock became solid as steel.
“Ahhhhhhh,” I moaned, my tongue pausing from licking the intruder in my mouth. Larry moved his finger around in my ass. My nub trembled, shooting a puny load as my knee buckled. “Fucking useless,” he muttered under his breath, as he removed his orgasm-triggering digit from my hole. He placed his hands on his cock, pushing mine off it as he began jerking himself. Falling to the ground, my knees landed in a puddle of his precum as he started slowly walking away from me, stepping out of his pants as he went in the direction of the lounge.
Grunts followed Larry as he strut around my place. “Hey La- hnggggg- Larry, why don't you- uhhh- get comfortab- comfortable on the couch? I'll be the- there in a minute,” I suggested to him as I came down from shooting my load. “Uhhhhhnnnn- Uhhhhnnn-” he groaned back, the sound of his slow strokes filling the place, the creaking of the couch under his weight echoing as he sat down.