Nude modeling/roommate compare

[somebody]

In high school I was both a jock and an art geek. And now I was about to start college at a New England liberal arts school. About 5’10” with sandy blond hair, I played soccer and frisbee while spending the rest of my time painting and drawing.

Going to a small college let me pursue all of my passions. I signed up for the frisbee and soccer teams and two art classes my first semester: Intro to Painting and Drawing the Human Figure.

I met my roommate Clark on move-in day. At 6’1”, he was a few inches taller than me and had dark brown hair. From the very beginning, he seemed like a pot head. Our first night together he played guitar hero in his boxers and smoked weed for two hours. He was pretty thin and didn’t have muscle definition, unlike me. When I stripped to my undies to go to the shower, Clark glanced at my six pack and bulging biceps before looking back at his video game. I smiled and thanked soccer and frisbee that I was hotter than my roommate.

My first week of classes was great. In addition to the two art classes, I took Psychology and European History.

I hadn’t dated much in high school and was eager to start in college. I had one girlfriend in high school my junior and senior year. We lost our virginity together after prom, but it was kind of awkward and short-lived. We hooked up a few times after that, but our sex was nothing like the long, hot, and sweaty fuck sessions that I watched on the internet every night before bed.

I was hoping that all this would change during college. Because this was a small school (only 1,600 students), I had to be somewhat careful because rumors could spread quickly. But I already had my eye on a few girls in my art classes.

Lisa Lin was our 26-year-old “professor” for Intro to Painting and Drawing the Human Figure. At a larger university she would have been a teaching assistant; but here she was the main art professor. Young enough to look like a student, she loved to wear tight pants and small tanks, which showed off a sizable rack on her petite Asian figure. When her tanks rose up, I could see her sculpted abs and felt my cock jump a bit. She also layered her hair and loved to flick it back, looking so damn sexy all the time.

I couldn’t get too distracted by Ms. Lin because there were two other babes in my class: Veronica and Natalie. Veronica was from Puerto Rico and she wanted to be an artist since she was 11. She was on the volleyball team and was six-feet-tall with an enormous chest (even bigger than Ms. Lin’s). Even though Veronica was one of the hottest girls I had ever seen and I was a new freshman stud on the soccer team, I probably would never have the guts to ask her out. Girls who are taller than me and as gorgeous as Veronica are usually out of my league.

Natalie was more my style. With short blonde hair at 5’8”, she was petite but very, very pretty. Luckily, she was also in all four of my classes. I guess she also wanted to become an artist but get some requirements out of the way.

I sat by Natalie on our first day of Psychology and struck up a conversation. We said hi in a few of our classes that week and when Friday came around, I asked her what she was doing this weekend.

“Aren’t you going to the opening party this weekend?” she asked.

Because our college only had seven frats, they always hosted a joint party for the freshmen on the first week of school. It was basically an excuse for all of us to get shit-faced and hook up for the first time.

“Of course,” I said to Natalie. “Do you want to go together?”

Stupid, stupid me. “Umm,” she said. “I’m actually planning on going with my roommates, but I’ll see you there?”

“Ok, that sounds great.”

“Here’s my number,” she said, grabbing my phone and putting it in. Oh, I thought. I guess I didn’t screw this up as much as I thought.

That night I asked my roommate Clark if he wanted to go to the party. He was still smoking weed and playing guitar hero in his boxers. “I’ve heard that party sucks ass,” he replied. “But let me know if you find any hoes you can bring back for us.”

This guy is a real winner, I thought. He must never get laid. I decided to be a jerk.

“Well,” I said, “I might need the room later for this girl in all of my classes.”

“Oh yeah?” he said. “What’s her name?”

“Natalie.”

“I don’t know her. Do you have a picture?”

I really didn’t care about my roommate but kinda wanted to rub this one in his face, so I pulled up Natalie’s profile and showed Clark a few photos.

“Damn!” he said. “She’s hot.” Natalie was the kind of babe who had plenty of bikini photos on her Facebook, so her profile left little to the imagination.

“If you have trouble with her, please send her my way,” Clark said. “I’d be happy to fuck her senseless.”

“Right,” I said, laughing as I headed out. I couldn’t imagine Natalie falling for a lazy bum like my roommate.

When I met up with Natalie and her friends, they were already completely shitfaced. We started playing drinking games together and a couple hours later, I had caught up. We made it to the frat house, where I was grabbed by a couple of frat guys who gave me more shots. Ten minutes later, I was puking outside in the bushes and my friend Jared offered to walk me home. “Natalie, Natalie,” I tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen. I had blown it. I was too drunk to find Natalie and she was probably off hooking up with someone else.

It took me the rest of the weekend to recover, but the next week of classes were great. I talked to Natalie and told her I was too shitfaced to find her at the party. She told me she did the same and she didn’t even know where she was when she woke up the next morning. Oh great, I thought.

That Tuesday, Ms. Lin told us that we would be starting to draw the human body at the end of the week. “This will be a great chance for you all to master your skills and a chance for some of you to make a lot of money.”

Because I was on financial aid and didn’t have a lot of spending money, I was especially curious about the last part.

“To master the human form, we will need some students who are willing to model for the rest of the class. All you have to do is sit and let us draw you and we’ll pay you $30 an hour.”

Wow, I thought. This sounds great. $30 would go a long way toward alcohol on the weekends and this will be a really easy job.

After class, I walked up to Ms. Lin and told her I was willing to sign up to model. “Wonderful!” she said. “I was going to ask you if you’d be willing to help—you’re so handsome you already look like a model.”

I blushed as Ms. Lin checked me out from head to toe.

“I just have one question. Since you’re the only male who volunteered, do you know any other guys who might be willing to help us out?”

I hadn’t made many guy friends yet, but I told her I would ask my roommate. “Great,” she replied. “Just show up here tomorrow at 4 pm and we’ll get started.”

That night I asked Clark if he was interested in modeling. “Ha,” he replied. “I’m not a pretty boy like you, but $30 sounds great. Count me in.”

 

[somebody]

The next day I wore a nice button-up shirt and tight black jeans. Predictably, Clark showed up in sweat pants and a t-shirt. There was a small stage set up in the classroom with about ten chairs around it. Natalie and Veronica were both there with about five other females and three guys, all setting up their drawing pads and pencils.

Clark and I got up on stage and sat down awkwardly on some pillows.

“Alright,” Ms. Lin said. “Since this is our first modeling session of the semester, we’ll start you off easy. Go ahead and take off your shirts while the artists start drawing your torsos.”

Huh? I was confused. Nowhere along the way had Ms. Lin mentioned anything about taking our clothes off. I simply assumed they would draw us with our clothes on.

I looked over at Clark, who had already removed his shirt. “Hurry up, Luke,” Ms. Lin said, staring at me. “We don’t have all day.”

I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it on the floor. I then pulled up my white undershirt, revealing my tanned and toned body. I heard a whistle from one of the girls in the crowd.

“Calm down, ladies,” Ms. Lin said. “Start drawing.”

I had put some gel in my hair that morning and must confess that I looked pretty good. Sitting just a foot away from my roommate, whose pale chest and flat muscles that weren’t much to stare at, I looked like a model for Abercrombie & Fitch.

After ten minutes of sketching, Ms. Lin said, “Artists, put down your pencils. It’s time to draw some legs and feet.”

“Gentlemen,” she said, looking at us. “Please remove your trousers.”

Because I had played sports in high school, I was used to occasionally being naked in front of others, but this was something new. Never before had I been on stage with another guy with an audience of beautiful women—including two girls I desperately wanted to fuck. But at least I was on stage with a total sloth, so hopefully seeing him would make these girls want me even more.

I pulled off my socks and shoes and pulled down my jeans, revealing a pair of black Calvin Klein trunks. I looked over at Clark, who had the same red-striped boxers that he wore playing guitar hero. They probably reeked like usual.

The cool breeze felt great on my legs and abs and before I knew it, Ms. Lin said, “Okay, models, please take off your underwear.”

This was the moment of truth. I looked over at Veronica and saw her licking her lips. Then I looked at Natalie, who met my eyes and then looked down at my crotch. I put my hands in my waistband and pulled down my trunks. As soon as they hit the floor, I kicked them off and looked at Clark.

My mouth dropped. His boxers were on the floor and standing in their place was a dick that would look huge on a porn star.

A gasp came from the audience. Veronica had dropped her pencil and was staring right at Clark’s manhood. Natalie and Ms. Lin were dead silent. Clark kind of looked at them, then at me, then at his dick, then at mine.

I had played sports my entire life and seen my share of dicks, but never one like this. I knew I was a little on the small side—three inches, soft—but I assumed that a bum like Clark would be the same, if not smaller.

But oh how I was wrong. His snake was six massive inches—twice as long as mine and twice as thick. It swayed slowly as Clark, my asshole roommate, scanned the room.

I closed my legs just a bit—trying to hide my newfound embarrassment. Never before had I been one-on-one with a penis as big as Clark’s. My little three-incher shriveled even more.

As I looked sheepishly around the room, I couldn’t help but notice Natalie, Veronica, and Ms. Lin all licking their lips and staring silently at Clark. With a wry smile on his face, his fat cock plumped up a bit. Maybe it was seven inches now?

Fuck, I thought. Here I was naked in front of all of my classmates and my hot art teacher. I glanced down at my own penis, which had shriveled up from the cold and embarrassment. It was probably only two inches now—so much shorter than Clark’s.

As Clark spread his legs wide for the artists to see his dick, I turned to my side and put my hand between my legs to give my penis a few encouraging tugs. Veronica gave me a knowing smile.

After a few minutes of silence, Ms. Lin walked onto stage. With a short skirt and a skin-tight tank, I had never seen her look hotter.

“Stand up, boys,” she said. “Or should I say men,” she added, looking down at Clark. I heard Natalie and one of the guys laughing in the audience.

I reluctantly stood up next to Clark.

“Okay, Clark,” Ms. Lin said. “Now I want you to put your arm around your roommate.”

I shivered when Clark put his arm on his shoulder. Now we were standing side by side, the comparison between our dicks obvious for all to see.

“These models give us a gorgeous look at the diversity among male bodies,” Ms. Lin said. “As you can see, muscles are not always proportional with each other.” She looked at our cocks and a few of the artists laughed.

Then Ms. Lin did something that I will never forget. She grabbed me and Clark’s dicks and lifted them up.

As the woman of my dreams grabbed my dick, a jolt of energy went through my body. I barely listened to her words, “And don’t forget to draw their testicles as well. You can notice there is quite a bit of difference between their balls.”

Still focusing on Ms. Lin’s hand, I looked over at Clark’s balls and saw they were almost twice as big as mine. I groaned as one of the sexiest moments of my life was ruined by my asshole roommate.

Ms. Lin released her hand a moment later, but her work was already done. My penis had come alive and was now eager for attention.

With Clark’s arm still on my shoulder, my dick was hard as a rock at its full five-and-a-half inches. I looked down at my throbbing erection and then at Clark’s manhood, which was still a soft but enormous seven inches. It was thicker and longer than my best effort, which was now leaking a small amount of pre-cum.

Fuck, I thought. I had gotten a hard on while my taller and more-hung roommate draped his arm around me. Now the hottest girls in school knew what my dick looked like at full erection—and how small it was compared to my pot-smoking, guitar-hero-playing roommate.

The room was dead quiet. Ms. Lin stood by the stage licking her lips as my classmates furiously drew on their sketchpads. My penis remained erect the entire time we were on stage, even though my face was red with shame.

After fifteen minutes, Ms. Lin asked me to sit on the pillow while Clark remained standing. From this angle, I could get a better view of his dick since it was only two feet away from my face. My little dick was still alert but started to go down. It shrunk back below three inches by the end of the session. When the clock hit 5 pm, Ms. Lin mercifully said, “Okay, boys, you can go ahead and put your clothes on.”

As I quickly put on my underwear, Clark stayed standing and talked to Ms. Lin, still proud and naked as the day he was born. “You are such a great model,” she said. “Have you done this before?”

“I haven’t. I had no idea I would be modeling for such beautiful women,” he replied, pretending to be shy. “I hope I did okay.”

“You didn’t seem nervous at all,” she said. “And we would love to have you model again next week. You and Luke were a, um, interesting pair,” she added. “We don’t often find two specimens like yourselves.”

When I left the room, Clark was still standing naked on stage with Ms. Lin, Veronica, and Natalie still staring at him. I felt like I was going to throw up but couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling that I needed to jerk my penis right away.

 

[somebody]

I couldn’t even make it back to the dorm. Popping into the library bathroom, just next to the art room, I furiously started stroking my little member. I had never thought of it as little before, but now I noticed that the width of my hand filled most of its length.

How big does Clark’s cock get? I wondered.

“Fuck!” I explained as I started cumming, stream after stream shooting out of my cock. Just imagining my roommate’s huge manhood had forced me to orgasm.

But as my breathing slowed and I washed my hands in the bathroom sink, my head started to clear. Sure, my roommate had a dick twice the size of mine. And sure, all the hottest girls and my classmates saw the difference and drew pictures of us. But I was still more attractive than him and might have a shot with Natalie. Even though she saw my slender 5.5 inches hard as a rock, maybe she was turned on by it?

I had always heard that it was the magic of the wand—not the size of it—that mattered. So maybe girls wouldn’t want to sleep with a bum like Clark.

When I returned to my dorm room after dinner, Clark was predictably smoking weed and playing guitar hero in his boxers. As soon as I closed the door, I noticed that something felt different. Clark didn’t speak to me or say a word. It was almost like he didn’t notice my existence.

As I was getting ready for bed, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Natalie. “Hey Luke, could you send me your roommate’s number?”

My heart sank and I ignored the text. But Clark was sitting just a few feet away looking at me and he seemed to notice something. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Oh nothing,” I said. “It was just one of my classmates.”

“Was it one of the girls from art class?”

I should have lied. “Yes,” I replied.

“What does she want?” The way he looked at me I knew I wouldn’t get away with a lie.

“She wants your number.”

“Well she should have asked me. I gave my number to the hot Puerto Rican babe and that smokin’ professor.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised and looked over at Clark. A few hours earlier, I saw him as a gross and unattractive guy, but now he exuded sex and confidence.

I relented and sent his number to Natalie. A few minutes later his phone buzzed. I could tell by his smile that it was from Natalie. “Do you want to see something good?” he asked.

I nodded. Clark tossed his phone to me and I saw a topless picture of Natalie. Her pert breasts looked even better than I imagined. I stared at it for a few seconds until Clark ripped it out of my hand.

“I don’t want you to get any ideas, little roomie,” he said, standing above me. “I know you’ll get an erection just by looking at her.”

It was true. My penis was already tenting my boxer briefs. Clark took back his phone and looked at the picture of Natalie. His hand drifted to the snake concealed by his boxers. He slowly started massaging it. The lights were still on and I stared transfixed at my roommate.

He must have noticed but kept looking at Natalie, slowly caressing his swollen manhood as it grew harder and harder.

Clark’s boxers had always struck me as unattractive, the kind of unwashed, threadbare underwear that were worn by people who didn’t care what they looked like. But now the light-blue, American Eagle boxers looked downright sexy as they accentuated his massive pipe.

“Ugh,” he moaned, caressing what looked to be the head of his snake. “That Natalie sure is one hot bitch. I can’t wait to fuck her.”

I wanted to look away but simply couldn’t. That massive lump in Clark’s boxers affixed my attention. Even without touching my normal-sized cock, I felt like I was on the edge of cumming once again. But Clark lost interest and crawled into bed. His sexy anaconda now concealed deep beneath his sheets, I let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Thanks for giving her my number,” Clark said. I was still just staring at him. “You’re a good roomie,” he added.

As I drifted to sleep, my dreams of Natalie took a new twist. Now there were images of Clark waiting to fuck her with a throbbing dick that I still hadn’t seen. How big was it? I wondered. And how thick? I had never before fantasized about someone’s penis, but I couldn’t get the image of Clark’s manhood out of my head. I barely slept as images of him kept popping up—fucking Natalie, fucking Veronica, fucking Ms. Lin. All I wanted to do was jerk off, but I didn’t want Clark to think I was into him. Like the good roommate I was, I just stayed in bed, only quietly touching my penis, as I waited til morning.

 

[CollStorm]

Interesting story thus far.

 

[Alexe223]

Amazing

 

[whitelightning7168]

love it!

 

[Dave K]

Love it! Please continue!!!!!

 

[pimpinsmurf]

I like the roommate/modeling setup. This has great potential.

 

[somebody]

The next day of art class was worse than I imagined. I arrived a little late and sat in the back next to Natalie. “Hey,” I said to her.

“Hey,” she replied flatly.

Ms. Lin’s voice caught our attention. “Today we will be reviewing the drawings from yesterday’s modeling session.”

She turned off the lights and put up a PowerPoint. Fuck, I thought. I definitely should have skipped.

The first drawing was a picture of me and Clark with our clothes on. Natalie’s name was scribbled across the bottom. I looked pretty good I have to admit—smiling and looking off into the distance—while Clark was kind of sagging with his head down.

The next picture was with our shirts off and had Veronica’s name on the bottom. My muscles once again looked pretty good.

We saw two more pictures with our shirts off then a couple with our pants off. In one of the drawings I saw a bulge in Clark’s boxers that I hadn’t noticed before.

And finally we turned to some of the nude drawings. The first one looked pretty normal. It was from John, a lanky awkward guy who sat in the front of the classroom. I winced as I noticed how much bigger Clark’s dick looked than mine. They were both flaccid but his looked twice as long.

The next drawing showed me trying to hide my small penis with my hand. Fuck, I thought. That was probably pretty accurate. Clark and his whopping manhood stared proudly at the class.

The next drawing really caught me by surprise. Clark’s dick was longer than I remembered it—going halfway to his knees—and mine was tiny and shriveled like a little boy’s. I noticed Veronica’s name at the bottom of the drawing.

“This is a great example of artistic interpretation,” Ms. Lin said. “I really like how the artist added some creative interpretation."

Based on Veronica’s drawing, Clark’s dick looked to be at least three or four times the size of my own.

I was thankful that I sat in the back of the class—my face was red with shame. I looked over at Natalie and she fidgeted awkwardly without making eye contact.

The next drawing was Natalie’s and it was worse than I thought. My character had a dick fully erect but it looked smaller than mine ever had—maybe the size of my thumb. Clark’s by comparison was still soft but incredibly long and thick, just like Veronica’s drawing had been. My erect “boyhood” was completely overshadowed by his man dick, like a little kid who had never hit puberty.

“This is another great artistic interpretation,” Ms. Lin said. “And here is our last drawing of the day.”

Nothing had prepared me for this one. On the Powerpoint was a drawing of me on my knees, my tiny cock fully erect, licking Clark’s huge dick. My heart stopped and the class went silent.

After what felt like minutes, Ms. Lin broke the silence. “As you can see, different artists have different interpretations of the models. I really like this one’s abstract depiction and creative license. She didn’t just draw scene but added something to it, using her imagination to fill the void."

At the bottom of the canvas was the name Lucy, a cute artsy girl who was sitting next to me in the back of the classroom. I didn’t dare look at her but could almost feel her smile.

Ms. Lin turned on the lights. “Luke, would you come to the front of the classroom and tell us about your modeling experiences?”

I froze. There were two problems with this. First, I would have preferred to do anything in the world other than talk about my modeling experiences. Second, my erection was hard as a rock.

 

[somebody]

I was spared more humiliation after telling Ms. Lin from my seat that I had nothing to add, but I think she might have known my secret for why I was pinned to the desk.

Class mercifully ended and I headed back to my dorm. Clark was gone but a pair of his boxers were strewn across the floor. I normally was annoyed that he left his underwear lying around, but today they caught my eye. My penis was still kind of hard from art class.

I couldn’t believe that Natalie and Veronica had drawn me with such a tiny little boy cock. And that drawing from Lucy—what was her problem? Did she want to lick Clark’s cock herself? Or did she really want to see me, a guy, go down on my roommate?

I couldn’t help but grab Clark’s boxers as I thought these things. As I stroked my cock that had always seemed perfectly adequate until now, I found myself bringing his light blue, American Eagle boxers closer to my face. As I remembered Clark's massive, throbbing manhood that had filled these boxers the night before, I couldn’t help but stroke my cock faster and faster. With the smell of Clark’s sweaty balls filling my nose, I shot stream after stream of cum onto the floor.

Not a second passed before I heard a key at the door. Oh shit, I thought. By pulling my pants up and throwing Clark’s boxers on the floor, I tried to hide any trace of this embarrassing moment. Noticing a shitload of cum on the floor, I used my socks to wipe it up. Eww, I thought. But I couldn’t have my horse-hung roommate slipping on my mess.

“What’s up, cuz?” Clark asked me when he walked through the door. “How was art class?”

“It was fine,” I lied. “Nothing really happened.”

“Did any of the girls talk about me?” he asked, with a new hint of arrogance in his voice.

“Nope,” I lied again.

“That’s funny. Natalie and Veronica have been texting me all morning and they told me about the pictures. Said your art class thought they were really hot shit.”

“Oh right. Yeah, we did look at some of the drawings.”

“Which one did you like best?” Clark asked. I wondered what he was getting at. Had Natalie and Veronica mentioned Lucy's?

“They were all just okay,” I replied.

“Oh come on,” Clark pushed. “You didn’t find any of them the least bit hot? I thought we looked so good yesterday—you with your muscles and throbbing cock, and me with my—you know.”

Suddenly I was confused. Was Clark, my sloppy, pot-head roommate, hitting on me?

“I couldn’t help but notice how hard you got,” Clark said. “I have to admit I was a tad bit jealous. It honestly takes a lot for me to get fully hard, but it wouldn't been awesome to show those hot chicks my full potential."

“Um,” I gulped. I really had nothing to say.

“I gotta say, I always pegged you as such a soccer and frisbee stud. Every time you walked by me on the way to the shower, you always showed off your abs and muscles."

I kept staring blankly as Clark’s words washed over me.

“Hey, would you want to fuck Natalie and Veronica sometime? Maybe we can tag team them.”

My eyes lit up when he said this. A sense of relief also washed over me. In this moment, we were just two studs on equal footing. Me, with the toned bod and muscles, and him, with that massive meat just waiting to feed these ladies.

“Yeah, man,” I whispered, finally speaking. “That’d be hot.”

“What’d be hot about it?” Clark asked, taking off his shirt. It was normal for him to be shirtless in the dorm room, but I couldn’t tell why he was stripping down right now.

“Well, like you said—I’ve always been wanting to fuck Natalie and Veronica," I replied.

“Yeah, man,” Clark replied. “They’ve both been hitting me up all day and seem so wet and horny. That Natalie is one kinky slut."

At that point, Clark pulled his phone out and showed me a picture of Natalie in front of her mirror. With her body curved in a perfect way, the pic showed her ass and part of her pussy.

“Damn,” I said. I was surprised because Natalie always seemed so innocent. But Clark was getting texts I'd only dreamed of.

“I gotta say,” Clark continued. “I’ve been wanting to jerk off ever since I got these photos. But I’ve had class all day and have been holding it in.”

Right then Clark pulled down his shorts, leaving him in green plaid boxers, also from American Eagle. I think he noticed that his blue pair wasn’t where he left it, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he went over to his computer and pulled up Natalie and Veronica’s photos on his Macbook.

“Oh shit, they look even hotter blown up. I can’t wait to show them this cock again,” he said, as he started rubbing his dick. I saw it grow in his boxers just like the night before.

“Man, Natalie and Veronica have been begging me to show them my cock all day long. They want a picture so bad, but I just don’t want to scare them. Do you know what I mean?”

I didn’t know what he meant. If the two hottest girls I knew asked me for a dick pic, I’d send them one in a second.

“Hey man, what do you think? Should I send a dick pic to these smokin’ babes?”

“Umm…I guess so,” I said, not quite sure how to respond. My eyes were glued to the giant bulge in Clark’s boxers, which kept growing bigger as his hand caressed it.

“Have you taken a dick pic before?” Clark asked, standing up. “What do you think is the best angle?”

I stood transfixed as my roommate now stood before me, his enormous hard-on jutting out his boxers. It was somehow still concealed by the fabric, but the waistband was now pushed several inches away from his skin.

I swallowed, hard. Never once in my time playing frisbee or soccer had I seen such a manhood, and I couldn’t remember seeing one this big even while watching porn.

Clark smiled at me as he kept stroking his enormous cock. Then he grabbed his iPhone that was sitting on his desk.

“Hey man, could you do me an enormous favor?” he asked. “Could you take a picture of my cock?”

Too stunned to move, I nodded and grabbed his phone. My own rock-hard cock was thankfully concealed in my jeans and tight boxer briefs.

Clark kept stroking his dick for a few more seconds as it strained the fabric of his boxers.

“How bout you get closer to the ground?" Clark said. "We want to get the right angle for the girls."

I knew in that moment that I should have said no and told Clark to take his own damn dick pic. But something compelled me to drop to my knees and do Clark's bidding. He just smiled as I sank to the floor only a couple feet away from that gigantic bulge.

“This is good,” he said, holding his manhood to accentuate the bulge that rivaled a steel pipe. “Go ahead and take a pic."

Almost in a trance, I took pic after pic of that incredible bulge straining his boxers. Some of the photos had Clark’s face in them, his steely eyes staring down at me.

“Okay,” Clark said as he lowered his boxers. Inch by inch they fell, and inch by inch of the biggest cock I had ever seen was revealed. Until finally it sprang up and smacked against Clark's stomach, hard as a ten-inch pipe.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. Clark just laughed and I was embarrassed that I said this out loud, on my knees, while two feet away from my roommate's dick. It was at least ten inches, long and thick, with a nice round head on it. Clark was cut, just as I am, and his massive balls hung absurdly low.


“Have you taken a pic yet?” Clark asked. I had been too caught up staring at his cock to remember why I was on my knees in the first place, and I hurriedly snapped some pics.

Clark inched himself closer and closer to the camera, his steel cock getting perilously close to my face. As I kept snapping pics in a speechless state, Clark grabbed his phone from my hands. He then started looking at the pics while standing directly in front of me. As Clark looked at his phone, I was just inches from his cock--that huge, hard, massive manhood--swaying in front of my as I stayed on my knees.

“These are pretty good, man! These chicks are gonna love ‘em!”

His words broke my trance as Clark looked down at me and saw me staring at his snake, just inches from my face. “My cock sure is big, huh?" he chuckled.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, a bit too quickly.

“Is it bigger than yours?”

“So much bigger," I confessed. My own normal-sized penis was aching in my pants.

“I have a proposition for ya,” Clark said. “I wonder how much bigger mine is than yours.”

I gulped. Now would’ve been a great time to get off the floor and move away from Clark’s cock. But its massive presence somehow still kept me rooted to the floor.

“If your penis is more than half the size of my massive cock, then I’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the night. You can have your way with me, my cock, and I’ll even do all of your chores and homework.”

Clark continued as he looked down at me and started stroking his dick. “But if your little penis is less than half my size, you do whatever I want for the rest of the night.”

 

[deleted70845]

Wow, fantastic story so far.

 

[Matt_L]

HOT!

 

[kutjebef]

Bring it on

 

[farmdog]

Superb writing and great comparison story line.

 

[deanhuge]

Like where this is headed.

 

[Xyze97]

So hot

 

[somebody]

I couldn’t believe my ears. Was my roommate anything other than straight? Had he just propositioned me? All he talked about was fucking these hot babes, but here he was stroking his massive meat and agreeing to do whatever I wanted for the rest of the night.

Surely my cock was at least half his size. There’s no what that I could be that small. And ooh, wouldn’t it be nice to put this cocky stud in his place. I hadn't had a blowjob in ages and it'd be nice to make Clark my bitch. Maybe I could even send Natalie and Veronica a pic of this big-cocked stud sucking my dick.

“Okay,” I said confidently. “You’re on.”

As I stood up for the first time in what felt like hours, I immediately regretted moving away from Clark’s cock. But here was my chance to prove myself and reassert my masculinity. As I pulled off my shirt, I already felt a rush of pride in my muscles—my chest and abs were so much more toned than Clark’s. He even smiled and nodded as I pulled off my shirt. Then came my pants, which I quickly pulled to the floor. Inside them were my white boxer briefs with a cum spot and my incredibly hard penis. It didn’t strain the fabric the way Clark’s did but made a noticeable bulge nonetheless.

“Looking good,” Clark said. “Let’s see what you got.”

As I pulled down my boxer briefs, I made a show of stroking off my penis to get it hard, but the truth was it was already as hard as it’s ever been. My cock felt eager and alert.

Clark reached in his desk drawer and handed me a ruler. “Go ahead,” he said, encouragingly.

I put the ruler on top of my penis as I had last done in middle school. Back then my penis was 5 inches, and I knew it was bigger now. But as I looked down, I was shocked by the number. 5.1 inches—that was it. My pride and joy was significantly smaller than I thought.

Clark looked over and broke out a smile. “Nice job, little guy! Is that as big as you get?”

“Yes,” I replied coolly before handing the ruler to Clark.

“Could you help me measure?" he asked. "Might take a couple hands to deal with this daddy."

“Ummm, I guess,” I said before begrudgingly accepting the ruler. As Clark stroked his cock, it somehow grew even larger until the veins were straining against the skin. His bulbous cockhead grew even bigger, and even though he was using two hands, there was still room to spare.

Unwittingly, I licked my lips as I moved the ruler towards Clark’s cock. “Oh fuck,” I said as I read the measurement. That colossal manhood almost filled the entire ruler. 10.4 inches. Clark had me beat by more than twice my length.

As Clark read the number, he chuckled and said, "Sorry, little buddy. Guess your little penis was smaller than you thought."

“Ugh,” I groaned. I couldn’t believe my cock had let me down or that Clark’s was more than twice my size. I thought about suggesting that we compare our thickness but knew that would be to no avail. It was obvious just looking at his that it was twice as thick too. So dutifully, though reluctantly, I dropped back to my knees and stared up into Clark’s eyes. There was only one thing blocking my view: his insanely thick, 10.4-inch manhood.

 

[somebody]

Clark started slapping my face with his enormous manhood as he gently stroked his fingers through my hair.

“Bet you never thought you’d be here,” he said. “A sexy jock like you, all toned and muscled up, now ready to worship my dick.”

“Uh uhh,” I said, transfixed by his swaying cock.

“That’s good, baby,” he said. “Just look at what a real cock looks like. I see your tiny penis is still hard for me.”

I looked down and saw he was right. My 5.1 incher was fully erect and dripping a massive amount of precum. Clark flicked it with his foot and I nearly came right there.

“Woah buddy,” Clark laughed. “A small cock and a quick trigger. Not sure how you thought you’d ever fuck Natalie or Veronica. Or that foxy Ms. Lin—I can’t wait to make her cum on my massive cock."

“Are you ready for this man meat?” Clark asked. “You ready to worship your roommate’s cock?”

Begrudgingly, I nodded my head.

“Beg me,” he said.

“Please,” I said, as I moved closer to his cock. But Clark’s massive manhood moved away.

“Please what?” he asked.

“Please let me suck your cock."

"Do you really want it?" he asked. "Or are you just doing this cuz you lost the bet?"

Clark slapped me a big with his massive dick, and the 10 and a half incher actually felt heavy against my face. As he slapped my cheeks with his manhood, my own little penis was leaking furiously on the floor.

"You sure you want this?" he asked.

"God yes."

"Will you be my bitch?" he teases as he rubbed his dick against my mouth and nose.

I couldn't help but start kissing his cock. There was a drop of precum on the tip that looked so delicious.

"Damn, bitch, you can't even wait for permission," he replied. "I had no idea my jock stud roomie was such a horny slut."

I just kept kissing and licking Clark's cock, like a fish being starved for water. After a minute of worshiping it with a tongue bath, Clark commanded me to suck on his balls. I hadn’t yet taken full stock of how impressive his testicles were, but they were indeed fucking huge. At least twice the size of my own and full of Clark’s seed. I could only get one in my mouth at a time but made love to them the best I could—rolling them around and getting them nice and wet.

Until finally Clark grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. The main course had finally arrived. He started out forcefully but slowly—getting me used to his throbbing inches. Four inches, five inches, six inches filled my throat—already more than my entire cock. But there was still much more to go.

For several minutes, I struggled with my gag reflex as Clark waited patiently. Until finally his dick slipped past the seventh inch to deep fuck my throat.

“Yesss,” Clark groaned. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Mmmmm,” I grunted. It honestly did for me too. There was still so many inches of Clark's cock that didn't fit in my throat, but I felt so fucking full. My little manhood was harder than it had ever been but I hadn’t touched it in ages. My hands were glued to Clark’s thin butt cheeks as he slid inch number eight into my throat.

By the time the ninth inch slid in, I exploded. Several volleys of semen shot out of my tiny penis. I couldn’t believe it—I had come just from trying to swallow my roommate’s cock. Humiliated and embarrassed, I looked up at Clark and caught him looking down on me.

“Haha,” he laughed. “I had no idea you were such a cock slut. I’d have fucked your pretty face sooner if I had known you’d come just from taking my meat."

Unable to respond, I just groaned on his cock. I wished that it was no longer in my throat and that I could run away. Immediately after coming, the last thing I want to do is to keep having sex. My once-throbbing erection was now turning soft and I no longer enjoyed feeling Clark’s firm butt. But he and his 10-inch dick had other plans.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, feeling me pull away. “You’re gonna take all of this fucking cock, and you’re so fucking close!”

I struggled and struggled to take that last inch and a half, until finally all of Clark’s long, thick cock somehow fit inside my mouth and throat. It must have taken 20 minutes for my throat to take all of his cock, and I have no idea how Clark fit it in there. Either he was a champ at getting people to swallow his meat or I had a much larger mouth and throat than expected. Once I controlled my gag reflex, I gave into Clark's snake owning my windpipe.

"Damn, bitch, no one has ever taken all of my cock," Clark said. Somehow this made be beam with pride. "You're one amazing cocksucker."

With Clark's meat stuffed down my throat, I couldn't utter a word but looked up in his eyes and saw pure sex and confidence. He had dominated me in every way and his dick that was twice as long as mine and twice as thick had now mastered my throat.

But my skinny, pot-smoking roommate was just getting started. For the next 20 minutes, he fucked my mouth senseless. He started out slow and easy, but there's nothing easy about swallowing your first ten incher. Clark grabbed my sandy blond hair as he opened me up, ramming his cock in and out. I felt empty whenever it left my mouth and eagerly swallowed it back in. Clark's cock was my entire world for that suck session, and I worked up quite a sweat. I never thought that I'd need all these jock muscles just to give my roommate a blowjob, but sucking his massive dick took a lot of work.

As Clark grabbed my head to skull fuck me, he finally drew close to orgasm. "Oh fuck, bitch! Here's my seed. Swallow it!!!!"

I had zero interest in swallowing Clark's semen, but he held my head firmly in place. As he shot down my throat, he just kept cumming, filling my mouth and stomach. His babymakers produced so much more than mine, not only flooding my mouth but also spraying all over my face and chest when he removed his ten-inch dick. I felt like I had literally taken a shower in Clark’s cum.

Looking down as he towered over me, Clark laughed as he noticed my five-inch boyhood. It had clearly erupted for a second time as he fucked my throat. My roomie had made me cum twice in an hour from sucking his dick, and I hadn't even touched my little penis. Some stud I was for Natalie and Veronica. This college freshman had just made me his complete and total bitch.

“Not bad,” Clark said with a smirk. “Guess we’re ready for round two.”

 

[Gj816]

Damn that's hot as fuck. Keep writing my dick is rock hard. Great job bro

 

[fword]

Please continue. My little 4 incher is turned on beyond belief.